>This 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)
>The next posting contains:
Chapter XIII: 11th Grade, Fall 1987
Part 1 - Musical Bodies (mff bodyswapping)
Part 2 - Pocket Knives and Pornos (mc mf, mm oral incest)
Part 3 - Best Friends (mc mf)
Part 4 - Enough Love For Everyone (mf)
Part 5 - Doing It For Love (mc mf)
Part 6 - The Quest for Sarah Begins (mc)
Part 7 - Family Matters (no sex)
Part 8 - College Life (mf oral)
Part 9 - All According to Plan (no sex)
Part 10 - Losing Control (mm light rape)
Part 11 - Give Me Some Dirty Sex (mm analingus, anal)
Part 12 - Boy-talk (no sex)
Part 13 - Party Animals and Party Poopers (mf oral)
Part 14 - Joey's Darkest Hour (no sex)
Part 15 - Rat Hunt (mc, mm, mf)
Part 16 - Richardson's Suite (mm)
Part 17 - A Symbol Is Mightier Than a Sword (mc, mm, mf)
Part 18 - A Choice of Families (no sex)
Part 19 - Shit! It's A Connor Family Reunion! (no sex)
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Tim, the Teenage MC
By Rass Senip - Proofread by Evil Eye
Chapter XII: 10th Grade, Summer 1987
Part 1 - Deeper Into the Depths of Hell
(MC, mf, mfm, mm, brainwashing)
Something was tingling, but it felt so distant...
I was trying to open my eyes for what seemed an eternity. I would open them to
find Suzi's smiling face, or my moms, Steven's, Penny's, the corrupt man from my
nightmare, and once I dreamt that Casper the Friendly Ghost had come to help me
escape, and was trying to wake me by sucking on my dick with his ghostly soft
mouth.
When I finally truly did open my eyes, I shut them immediately because the
cleansing cycle had begun. My eyes stung so bad that it actually help me to
shake off some of the gas or drug they had used on me.
While the water cycle was running, I forced my eyes open with my fingers and was
able to rinse them out enough to ease the intense burning.
I continued to lay on my 'bed' with my eyes closed several minutes after the
rinsing was over, trying to ease the discomfort in my eyes by attempting to
reenter the bliss of sleep. But when a warm mouth reasserted itself around my
placid cock, I immediately snapped awake and sat up, finding myself unable to
open my eyes enough to see anything clearly.
My fuzzy brain managed to come up with trying to use my empathic powers to find
out who it was. I knew it wasn't Joey because his mouth would have felt
differently.
When I did manage to do a light empathic scan without the usual eye contact, I
was shocked by the emotional strength. If I didn't know the mouth suckling on
my member was human, I would have sworn it had been some kind of animal.
The nature of the emotions I received were so primitive and overwhelming, the
being who had changed to licking my dick was really starting turning me on.
I determined it was a female by using my other working senses, mostly the grunts
and heavy breathing she has making as she started humping my dick with her
mouth. Her motion was speeding up, and I was quickly losing myself to my own
arousal, especially when her finger started messing with my asshole.
Her head must have been a blur as she increased to an incredible speed. I
helplessly moaned like mad, and nearly screamed my pleasure when her finger
penetrated my ass.
Her motions became more violent, and as I started my orgasm, she used her teeth
on my dick while attempting to shove all four fingers up my ass. If I hadn't
fallen off of the platform at that point, she would have bitten my little buddy
off right there and then.
My eyes only gave me momentary glances as I struggled to prevent her mouth from
finishing its gruesome task. After a few moments of physically struggling, she
bit me on the thigh then rammed me in the gut with her head. The only thing
that saved me from losing my manhood then was my desperate attempt to send her
my fear and pain while bringing my hand up in a motion to strike.
She backed off, and I managed to get to my feet before I felt her surge with
anger. At the time, my empathic senses were a little sharper than my eyes, so I
followed her rushing towards me more by feel than by sight.
Not only did she knock the wind out of me and send me to the floor gasping, but
managed to pin my head between her legs and completely immobilize me before it
registered she had hit me. She had thrown herself feet first, so as her foot
made contact with my chest, my empathic senses were telling me she was still
three feet away.
But if I hadn't been using my empathic senses, I would never have felt her fear
shoot up when my desperate hand grazed her asshole during my struggle.
I immediately concentrated my remaining strength on attacking her Achilles' ass.
I almost lost the battle when her powerful legs clamped down and I felt myself
starting to black out. As my body became more and more distant to my darkening
senses, my hands continued pinching and probing her anus, seemingly by their own
accord. She suddenly head butted my crotch, then left me there crippled with
pain.
Time passed slowly as I laid there guarding the area of my body that usually
produced pleasure, but at the time was only giving me a lot of pain. My dick
burned where her teeth had scraped it raw, but I didn't really notice this until
the pain in my balls had subsided to just an ache.
I don't know when I started opening my eyes without having them struggle to shut
again, but when I realized this, I also realized she was standing right behind
me.
I tensed up, expecting her to attack again, but when she didn't make any hostile
movements, I used my empathic senses again to assess what she was planning to
do.
When I didn't find any deceit or hostility in her otherwise chaotic emotions, I
risked moving my head to take a look at my attacker.
Wild brown eyes stared back at me from the young black woman's face. Her lips
parted to show her teeth, a clear warning to not to try anything funny. We
played the staring game for a few minutes, then when my neck started to hurt
from having my head turned so much, I returned my head to the forward position
and winced from the knot in my neck.
I heard her snort, then walk away. A few minutes later, I heard the familiar
sound of someone sucking for their dinner, but I didn't move from my position
even though her sucking noises were making me hungry.
I awoke startled to find I had drifted off, then felt the woman nudging me with
her foot again. I turned my head to see her back up away from me, then after I
hadn't moved, she sighed and walked to the other side of one of the two metal
beds.
Her intentions were honest enough, so I rolled onto my back, then quickly sat up
when she moved to one side of her bed. But when she walked over to the food
dispenser and indicated she had left me some, I relaxed a bit and struggled to
my feet.
My entire side had deep red indentations from the grilled floor, and while I
rubbed my tingling skin, I examined my cellmate a little more carefully.
The woman watching me carefully before me looked like something out of a movie.
Her hair was long and tangled, her dark skin had a healthy sheen to it that
magnified the beauty of her fit figure. Her waist wasn't disfigured from years
of wearing clothing, and her mature and ripe breasts were truly erotic to my
eyes.
But I found myself paying attention to less desirable aspects of her nude body,
mostly the hair growing under her arms and all over her legs. And her odor! She
smelled as if she showered in urine, and used her shit as soap. I had nearly
gagged from the stench when I was trapped between her legs.
My disgust for her odor and appearance didn't go unnoticed, but she didn't seem
to care. She just spat in my general direction and walked to the opposite
corner and sat down to masturbate.
As my dick started to rise, I quickly turned away from her to get what was left
of our dinner. There wasn't that much, but it was enough to stop my stomach
from growling for a while.
After finishing up my meal, I tried talking to her, hoping to find some words
she understood. After spending a great deal of time trying to get some kind of
communication going, I finally just gave up and laid down on my metal bed to
rest. The black woman simply continued frigging herself, pausing every once in
a while to clean up her own juices, and her steady breathing soothed my nerves
and muscles more than I realized.
I woke up smelling the familiar odor of shit. I wasn't sure how long I had been
asleep, but I knew it was a long time before the next washing. I snapped up to
a sitting position, finding her eyes watching me from the other bed.
My eyes couldn't see the shape I was looking for over in the corner near the
drain, but they did pick something up on the other side as I was looking back
over to her.
"Why the fuck did you shit in the middle of the floor?" I said angrily.
She got on her feet, ready to defend herself in a flash, but then it was her
turn to gawk as I got up and walked right past her to the lump of smelly feces.
"You stupid bitch! Don't you have any brains? You have to wait until right
before the cleaning cycle, and then you have to do it in the corner over there!"
When she didn't look where I was pointing, the anger and emotions that had been
building up inside of me for weeks suddenly rushed to get out.
With speed and strength I didn't know I had, I grabbed her head and forced her
to look in the corner I had pointed.
"You shit over there, you stupid cock eating bitch! I don't like smelling shit
all day, and that includes smelling you!"
Her arms swung up and broke my hold on her head, then she easily knocked me on
my back. My head had a nice soft landing, but that was because her shit had
cushioned its fall.
The horror on my face was answered with a girlish laugh, but the anger in my
eyes cut her laughter short. But then when I struggled to get to my feet, she
suddenly decided I needed to learn who was boss.
I felt the desire to dominate me swell within her just as her foot came to rest
on my chest. She slowly pushed me back onto my back and stared down at me,
smiling again when I had let my head drop to the floor and grimaced from its
soft pillow.
We both knew I was in no condition to fight her physically, but I considered
myself to be more intelligent, and felt that combined with my empathic abilities
gave me the advantage.
But my mind quickly came up with nothing except realizing she was getting
aroused by her ideas of dominating me and making me do all sorts of nasty
things. But my empathic power saved me where my so called intelligence failed,
broadcasting my fear and disturbing her building arousal.
She became distracted by the loss of momentum to her arousal, and quickly
resolved the problem by taking her foot off my chest, then straddling me with
her dampening crotch.
My sore cock was just starting to respond to her obvious preparations to fuck me
when she started purring and lowered her face down to mine. The hot pink tongue
that came from between her two brown lips licked both of my eye lids, almost an
apology for them having been stung by the cleanser.
Despite my better judgment, my dick was quite hard by the time she finished with
my lids, and I couldn't believe I actually wanted to fuck this animal. In fact,
I couldn't help myself as she slid her crotch over my pulsing dick, making me
surge with a powerful lust to hump. The sores on my cock were lost in a sea of
lust as my mind was overcome by what I later realized was a drug-induced need to
fuck.
Rational thought took a back seat to the animal lust for sexual pleasure, and
without any further resistance on my part, we began to fuck. Slowly at first,
then increasing in speed and energy, my cellmate and I raped each other's mouths
as we took turns at being on top.
I remember sitting up as she bounced up and down on top of me, taking the nipple
of one of her jiggling tits into my mouth, sucking hard and probably painfully
before switching to the other. I had to have her milk for some reason, and she
didn't appear to care or be the least bit concerned at the pain I had to be
causing. Of course she had no milk to give, but I was still determined to get
some.
Somewhere in my mind a voice was screaming to stop, that this was a trap of some
kind. But I couldn't fight the pure animal lust in my blood and mind.
Out of habit, however, I did manage to control myself enough to hold off my
orgasm until she began hers. It was a very powerful orgasm, but produced very
little cum. And once the pleasure had faded, I was too tired to get off the
floor before closing my eyes to sleep.
The next thing I knew, my cellmate was nudging me with her foot again. When I
looked up to her face, she motioned towards the rubber prick, and I noticed it
had filled up again.
My stomach growled at the sight of the full fake organ, but my appetite was
spoiled a little when I realized the awful smell I had been noticing was from
the shit ground into my hair.
"It's a good thing you don't have to hold it with your hands," I said walking up
to the food dispenser after stupidly feeling my hair with both hands.
But before I touched it with my mouth, I stopped to think a moment. My mind
wasn't really working all that great considering the things it and my body had
been subjected too. So that moment turned into minutes, but was worth the
effort since I noticed a few things, and worked out some others.
The first was the fact the nursing dick was nearly bursting from the amount it
contained. I had expected them either increasing the amount or feeding twice a
day, but not both.
And then I noticed my ass wasn't sore. It should have been a bit uncomfortable
after Joey fucking it. But it had healed without any signs of irritation or
infection, which only could mean one thing. I had been out a lot longer than a
day.
And my physical condition had deteriorated again. I was almost as weak as I had
been the day I had first woken up in that room.
Or not that room, but another very similar to it. With the two beds spaced
equally apart from the center, I doubted they had done all that remodeling that
quickly. Of course I didn't know how long I had been out before I woke up with
Joey there.
I wanted to scan my cellmate's mind as soon as I could, but I decided it would
have to wait until my strength was back up. So I finally began chowing down,
and found the dick refilling as I emptied it.
I knew it was probably a bad idea, but I couldn't help myself to eat until I
couldn't eat anymore. I was so full, my stomach stuck out, and I felt like I
waddled when I went back to the bed to lay down.
I watched sleepily as my cellmate ate her fill, feeling the pleasant tingles of
a full belly. I was surprise to find my dick standing straight up when she
finished and walked towards me with that look. But without a moment's
hesitation, I got up and met her half way, then spent three hours on the bottom
as she pleasure herself with my dick.
It took a few days to form a more trusting relationship. I had the feeling she
had mistaken me for one of her captors and had been out for revenge when she had
first found me on the metal bed next to hers. But a day or two after she had
gotten to know me, she dropped her guard, and that eventually led me to do the
same.
She quickly established she was the boss, and that she would shit wherever and
whenever she wished, and more importantly, I would have sex with her whenever
she wanted it and for however long she wanted to. And quite frankly, that was a
lot.
Once those formalities were out of the way, she was quite pleasant to live with.
And while she absolutely refused to allow me to try her ass, she did give me
quite a bit of freedom with how I fucked or sucked her. And her pussy was
surprisingly a nice fit, making me realize she either had managed to gross our
captors out enough to keep them away, or they had all been smaller in the dick
department than I.
After becoming very familiar with her breasts, I started to call her Candy from
the way her spit shinned tits reminded me of several different chocolates. And
she didn't seem to mind what I did to them. I sometimes wondered if she had any
sense of touch in them, but I knew she must have since her nipples would get
nice and hard when I sucked on them. I would get pretty rough with them, but I
never drew blood, and I don't think they ever got seriously bruised.
We quickly formed a daily routine. I would always awaken first, and would spend
my private time exercising, never knowing how long I would have before she woke
up and tried to trip me. After she chased me around a while, we would settle
down and spend a few hours trying to communicate or teach each other something
about ourselves. Sometime she would get tired of that before our meal was
ready, but most of the time she managed to stick with it.
But as soon as the rubber cock started to fill, we were both right there taking
turns to suck out as much as we could. We had quickly learned that the
equipment would keep the dispensing penis full for a set period of time,
replacing whatever we sucked out no matter how much it was. I suspected this
was intended to make us frantic eaters, but once I had started to put on more
muscle tone than I had previously done in my other quarters, I decided it would
be worth giving in to their small ploy.
After sucking the pecker-like teat dry, we would take a big shit, then quickly
pounce on each other, spending several hours fucking and sucking, and it started
to become almost mechanical in nature. While it became rather boring as we went
through our motions, neither of us ever considered stopping it or reducing the
hours we spent before falling asleep and starting all over again. And with two
meals a day, we were almost on a twelve hour schedule.
Over two weeks went by before I realized I couldn't break out of our routine. I
found myself so in need for a full tummy and a four hour fuck, I always gave in
the moment the cock started to fill.
I also realized that while I had worked my body back up to good health, my mind
still felt rather dull. The mental exercises my own commands constantly forced
me to perform lacked enough variety to do much good. I found myself able to
perform those without much effort. I can still calculate the powers of two
nearly to infinity, but what good does that do me unless I was trapped inside a
computer?
Actually, I was seriously starting to lose ground in that respect. I found I
was letting my emotions affect my judgment more and more, and the times where
Candy could get my goat or have her way was becoming increasingly frequent. I
felt I was losing control of myself, and I had every right to feel that way.
The knowledge of all this didn't help matters any. In fact, it made things
worse by depressing me during the only non physically active period we spent
twice a day. I simply was happier when I was filling my gut, fucking my
cellmate, or working my muscles to their limits. And when I wasn't depressed by
that, I was worrying about Joey. Actually, I was always worrying about Joey,
but it wasn't something I could admit to myself since I knew it would be a
serious handicap when Steven carried out his plans for Joey.
After my depressing realizations, a week went by before something new happened
that made me focus on a new task. It was probably one of the best things to
happen to me at that point, but at the time it was very unpleasant.
I was laying on my back while Candy was on her hands sliding herself up and down
my cock. She always stopped her rise right at the point where my dick's head
was about to pop out before plunging herself down to take it deep within her. We
both enjoyed it this way the best, but it required a lot of physical effort on
Candy's part, not to mention a lot of self control on my part too. But the
orgasms that came out of it were worth the strain and wait, so we did it at
least once each time we fucked.
I had learned her mannerisms well enough to know she was approaching her orgasm,
so I stopped fighting mine and started to actively hump in return. But just as
I started to shoot, I was startled to feel this incredible warmness spreading
out from my crotch and flowing off my sides.
In the heat of the moment, my orgasm doubled its strength, but before she was
finished, I realized what it was, and started to gross out from it.
"Shit! What you do that for? You can't control your bladder or something? Aw
man! You peed all over me! FUCK!"
My words disrupted her enjoyment of the sensations her urine had produced.
Without making a sound, she pinned me to the grilled floor, then held me there
as she managed to dribble some more out.
I bucked and struggled, feeling myself lose control of my emotions again, and
finally was able to push her off me.
"You fucken sick bitch!" I said with rage. "You pee on me again and I'll make
you fucking drink it!"
Her own anger flared up, and a moment later I had to dodge her kick. But this
time, my body was physically fit, and I could see her as she attempted to lure
me into attacking her while she waited.
"Oh, so you want to fight, do you?" I said feeling my testosterone flowing
through my body. "You forget. I know your weakness. And I think it's about
time for Candy to lose her other cherry."
While Candy was slightly larger and more agile than I was, I was stronger and
had the advantage of knowing her worst weaknesses. So after three swings at me
I took her down, and before she knew what was happening, I had my throbbing dick
wedged between her two sexy buns.
"You want to know who the fucking boss is? I am! You see? For now on, if you
fucking do something like fucking PEE on me, I'll rape your ass like I'm going
to do now. You understand me bitch!?!" I said thrusting my cock against her
tightly closed asshole.
Just as my testosterone level reached its highest mark yet, Candy broke down
crying like a child wanting her mother. My body, shaking with anger, felt a
cold wave of her fear pass through it. I lost my anger, but continued to shake
for an entirely different reason.
"I'm sorry Candy. I'm really sorry," I started to blather. "I... I..."
That's when I broke down and cried. I hadn't cried like that since my
nightmare. And the way the tears and fear came out of me must have triggered
Candy's maternal instincts. I found myself in her arms, being held like a
child. It was a lot like that time in Carol's arms, but considering I was a
prisoner of her son, Carol's arms didn't seem as comforting as Candy's did that
moment.
I remember crying out for Joey, Suzi, my mom, and once even my dad. I couldn't
stop the avalanching emotions I was letting out. I had never lost control so
much as to even cry out for Teddy. Oh Teddy, I'm still sorry for losing you.
Even today.
I must have fallen asleep from exhaustion, for the next thing I knew we were
scrambling for dinner. As we took turns frantically sucking the nutrients (and
drugs) out, I kept getting the feeling I was being watched. And I was, by
Candy, but for some reason it didn't feel like Candy looking at me. Her eyes
felt like those of a little girl peering out of a school bus watching the
landscape go by. It was very odd.
By the time we were finished and had moved into position to fuck, Candy's eyes
were back to her normal horny gazing, and I felt as if I had imagined the whole
thing.
Candy was a little gentler with me this time. Or at least she was up until the
end. Just as I was having my third orgasm for the session, Candy suddenly
pinned me to the ground, looked me in the eyes with a stern warning look, then
proceeded to pee on top of me again.
I struggled weakly in vain, shouting obscenities, and attempting to threaten her
as she smeared the warm tingling fluid between us with her own body. She
orgasmed so strongly as she did this, I thought I would come again just from the
sensation of her vagina contracting extremely tight.
It disgusted me, it turned me off, and it pissed me off too. I ranted and raved
afterwards, but she ignored me, knowing I too had my weaknesses and she could
use them just as much as I could hers.
I was constantly reminded of it by the odor of her urine on my body, and the
next day I wasn't so eager to fuck. In fact during the second fuck period that
day, I went completely soft on her after my second orgasm just from anticipating
her releasing her bladder on top of me. It took her forever to work me back up,
but she did it again just as I had feared.
By the third day, I had been grossed out enough to resist the temptation of
eating one meal, planning to fast until I could use my powers to make Candy a
more pleasurable and willing cellmate. But after suffering through five hours
of withdraw symptoms, I couldn't remain fasting long enough to let the telepathy
suppressing drugs run out.
But by the fifth day, the smell of her urine was driving me crazy. I tried to
wash it off every cleaning cycle, but I could smell it on me even when there
couldn't be more than a trace of it left. I even started to notice how my own
body was starting to smell like shit. Without soap and a washcloth, I simply
couldn't clean myself well enough using just my hands and the cleansing
chemicals they showered the room with.
So I managed to withstand the incredible urge to eat that evening, and then
somehow kept myself from crawling over the next morning, even though I was in
dire need and somewhat in pain. By evening, I was too incapacitated to even
attempt to eat, and probably would have thrown it up if I had.
And for the next day I was in a living hell, my body and mind going through the
final stages of withdrawal. But the next morning my mind felt a little clearer,
and my stomach felt as if it had switched back into forward gear after spending
a day and a half stuck in reverse trying to puke my guts out.
I remembered how Candy had tried to help me and comfort me while I was in my
delirious state, and felt guilty for fighting her off and refusing to let her
help me in any way. The sad fact of the matter was, every time she had come
close to me, it had made me sicker to my stomach.
But now I called her over and after giving her a kiss and a few loving words,
she helped me up to my bed and let me hold her hand a while. I could have never
survived those days without her company and assistance. She literally was
keeping me sane, despite my captor's intentions. I understood how Candy was
supposed to have been the final blow to my resistance, having found myself
unable to resist my drug induced animal desires overwhelming me all the time.
After Candy had laid down on her own bed to sleep, I began my probing of her
mind to find out who she really was.
Candy at one time had been a little girl named Melissa Jane Prett. She had
lived in a big house with her parents and older brother and sister, growing up
in a rich and secure environment. Or at least until one day when she fell
asleep at the kitchen table and woke up in a room much like this one with her
brother and sister, Theo and Elsie.
Being only six, Melissa quickly adapted to the nudity of her siblings and
herself. And once she had mastered the feeding penis, she didn't understand why
Theo wouldn't let her try his once.
The three of them lived in that room for two years together without any outside
contact or hints of why they were there. But then when Theo, being the oldest,
started to show signs of puberty, he began changing in more ways than just
physically. His temper shortened, and he started to play favorites with the two
girls. And then when his dick had started to make him pay more attention to it,
he actually asked Melissa if she would like to try sucking it.
With Elsie's disapproval, she tried it, and did it so well he came in her mouth
within a few minutes of starting. It had been a surprise to both of them, but
Melissa hadn't wavered in her sucking in the slightest. Not after sucking her
meals out like that for over two years. She even savored the difference in
flavor and texture, having long grown tired of the taste from what the feeding
dick provided.
It was only a couple of days before Elsie gave it a try, and soon the two girls
fought over who was next to suck their horny brother. This satisfied Theo's
increasing horniness for a while, and quite honestly I was surprised at how long
it took before he wanted more. It must have been a good six or eight months
before Theo started getting restless, and finally one day while Elsie was
sleeping, Theo talked Melissa into letting him try something new.
At the first sign of pain, Melissa cried out for him to stop, and after Elsie
woke up and backed her up, Theo pulled the head of his dick out of Melissa's
stretched cunt.
But from that point on, Elsie was constantly having to protect her little sister
from Theo's attempts to seduce her into sex. And once Theo had tired of all the
different ways they could blow him, he started to use his increasing strength
while they had him in their mouth to force it into their throats, resulting in
their gagging and eventually refusing to do it anymore.
Theo became unreasonable, and the two girls quickly became afraid of him,
spending something like two months constantly worrying if he would force one of
them into something horrible while the other slept unaware.
But as it happens, Theo never did force himself onto either of them. He grew
increasingly frustrated, masturbating in front of them constantly, and stopped
talking to them for weeks at a time. Every once in a while, he would act like
his old self, but each time he did, one of the two girls would snuggle up to him
and later give him a blow job. That always led to a big yelling match when Theo
would try something the girls didn't want him to, then Theo would go off into
his dark cloud again while the girls watched each other's backs.
Everything changed when Elsie began showing her first signs of puberty. Melissa
was startled one morning to find Theo on top of Elsie with his cock inside her
slightly bleeding pussy while she licked his chin and rubbed her hands up and
down his sides.
At first, Elsie didn't seem to behave any different besides her morning fucks
with Theo. And Theo became considerably easier to live with after that, so
Melissa felt things had worked themselves out.
But as the months went by, Elsie's body grew more womanlike, her breasts being
the first thing to come in, almost immediately followed by her pubic hair and
periods. These things didn't concern Melissa very much, however, even after
they started having sex in the evenings. Elsie's changes seemed to just be the
way of things, having seen similar things happen to her brother.
But after Elsie and Theo had started to have sex in the afternoons too, she
quickly found herself being left alone for greater lengths of time, and started
worrying if they would reach a point where they wouldn't do anything but fuck.
Melissa spent a good year watching her brother and sister become increasingly
animal like in their behavior. Theo especially spoke less and less, eventually
only bothering to speak single word sentences. And as Melissa watched him fuck
Elsie's willing ass for the first time, she suddenly realized she would
eventually be just like them.
It was soon after Elsie's first butt fuck that Melissa's troubles began. She
was a good two years away from puberty yet, but after Elsie had done everything
with Theo, Theo became unsatisfied with Elsie.
Theo started to come on to her, once in a while speaking a word like 'sissy' or
'lover' as he kissed her cheeks and snuggled. Melissa never once enjoyed his
loving attentions, even while Elsie seemed to be watching and waiting to
intervene if he tried something.
Then one morning, Melissa awoke to discover Elsie was missing. She spent
unknown hours sobbing and crying for her sister to come back, and was still
doing so a few days later when Theo couldn't stand it any longer.
Melissa did what he demanded, and did the best she could to control her gagging
while he fucked her mouth. Theo thankfully didn't attempt anything beyond that
for several days, but as Melissa knew he would, by the fourth day he started to
mount her.
Melissa managed to get away from him and run, but seeing that there was nowhere
to hide, he eventually forced her back down to the floor.
Melissa begged, pleaded, even attempted to bribe him with her share of the food,
but Theo wasn't listening, and in one quick thrust tore through her hymen and
began to hump her tight passageway.
The pain wasn't as great as her terror, so when her hand clasped around
something laying on the floor, she immediately shoved it into his face. He was
screaming madly at her after she managed to get away from him, then watched him
wiping his own shit off of his face that she had seen him dump the night before.
She was thinking it had been a big mistake as he lurched towards her, but
quickly realized it was her best defense when he stopped in his tracks from the
sight of the shit covered hand she had held out in front of her.
Theo made three more attempts over the following two days, each time stopping
when Melissa had grabbed a handful of shit. But after his third try, he lost
control of his temper and hit her a few times before forcing her to lay still
long enough for him to try and enter her ass.
Melissa was in such pain she freaked, quickly becoming so frantic that Theo
couldn't keep a hold of her. Instead of running away, however, Melissa
attacked, using her fingernails as claws, giving him several painful scratches
on his chest and arms, and two gashes on his left cheek that left a scar.
She awoke startled realizing she had cried herself asleep, then realized Theo's
eyes were watching her as he masturbated his seven inch cock a foot away from
her face. She instantly got off so the bed was between them, preparing to scoop
the pile of shit into one hand while holding the other up, ready to strike if
need be.
But Theo had a sad look in his eyes, and he said "Miss sissy."
When Melissa didn't respond, he seemed to have difficulty thinking a moment,
then said, "Theo sorry. Promise you safe from Theo if you eat him enough."
"You won't try hurting me any more?" Melissa said shakily, seeing how badly her
brother's mind had been affected.
"Mel no hurt Theo, Theo no hurt Mel. Promise, sissy."
And he kept his word. They spent two months together before Elsie was suddenly
returned to the room. Elsie was as happy to see them as they were of her, but
it became very evident that she wasn't quite the same girl who had left.
As another year went by, Theo completely lost his ability to talk, and sometimes
had trouble understand what was said to him. Elsie wouldn't tell Melissa what
had happened to her, and Theo simply didn't care any more. But as time went on,
Elsie began trying to prepare her for something bad.
Both girls cried when they awoke to find Theo missing, and while he was gone,
Melissa began finding Elsie watching her while masturbating like Theo had. But
Theo was returned several weeks later, and while he didn't seem to know or care
about who they were, he never once attempted to touch Melissa, and Elsie was
contented enough with him that she stopped looking at Melissa like she was a
piece of meat.
Over the next few years, either Theo or Elsie would increasingly turn up missing
when Melissa awoke, and she got used to the fact one of them would be gone for
days, weeks, or months at a time. She spent a few months alone, but then was so
relieved when she found Elsie on the bed next to her, she didn't notice the way
Elsie seemed larger in the tummy than before.
Melissa was utterly dismayed to realize her sister didn't recognize her, but a
few days later she was relieved to hear Elsie say her name. While Melissa cried
and hugged her, Elsie was trying to tell her something important.
When Melissa settled down enough to listen to the few words Elsie was able to
still say, she was shocked by the two things she hadn't noticed which should
have been completely obvious to her.
The first of course was the fact that Elsie was pregnant and that she would be
having a baby in five or six months. But the other thing Elsie told her
completely blew Melissa away. For while she had been alone without a mirror to
look at herself, she had completely missed the fact her breasts had started to
grow.
It took several days before Melissa didn't feel the dread and fear every moment
she was awake. She knew she would soon wish to fuck her brother, probably
fighting Elsie to do it, and forgetting how to speak long sentences. And it was
only a week after Elsie returned that Melissa felt her first urge to touch
herself.
She resisted for what seemed to her as an eternity, but in reality was only
roughly five days. Finally Melissa couldn't stop herself from trying out the new
source of pleasure she felt in her crotch, and after bringing herself to her
first orgasm, she found her sister moving Melissa's limp hand out of the way and
burrowing her face into the young girl's cunt.
From that point on, Melissa's memories felt strangely hollow, almost like the
little girl within her had disattached and fallen away while she started
following the path her siblings had taken.
Melissa began initiating the sexual contact with her sister more frequently,
where the second day after succumbing to her pleasure, she imitated her sister's
tongue work and was rewarded by bringing Elsie to an orgasm.
Theo returned a few weeks later, and without any sort of ceremony, he fucked his
little sister all through the night and into the next day. Theo simply didn't
care about anything but eating, sleeping, and fucking, and during Elsie's
pregnancy, Melissa had to satisfy both of them to prevent them from hurting the
baby by fucking the way they liked to.
Then when Elsie's pregnancy was nearing completion, Melissa awoke to find
herself in different surroundings. She was laying in a soft bed for the first
time in years, in a room with a door and furniture. And as her excitement grew,
she became aware that she also wasn't alone.
A nude white man I didn't recognize walked up to her with his average size dick
in hand. Melissa found herself filled with a heated desire to suck and fuck
that cock, and proceeded to do so energetically.
Afterwards, he led her to a shower and began reeducating her on how to wash
herself. Her mind was flooded by the pleasure of his touch, his breath, his
voice, and especially his cock, and followed his every suggestion as he had her
shave her legs and underarms, sat still as another nude woman cut her hair, and
willingly fucked him with her heart and soul whenever he wished.
He spent three days with her in that bedroom and bath, sleeping with her, eating
with her, and instructing her how he wished her to act and live. She eagerly
accepted everything he said, trusting him beyond a doubt he would make sure she
was happy.
In fact, the only time she felt any fear or pain from him was when he gave her
an injection with a syringe twice a day. But minutes after he pulled the needle
from her arm, she found herself in a happy daze, listening and nodding to
everything he told her, finding his wishes impossible to disobey.
On the third day, he told her how important it was that she satisfy every man or
woman who came to see her. He told her if she made him proud that he would fuck
her again soon, and that brought her to happy tears, for she realized she only
desired to feel his cock within her again.
No sooner than he left, another man came in with his small cock pulsing in front
of him. She eagerly licked and sucked him off, then used her every last bit of
energy to make herself as tight a fit as she could for him when he fucked her.
She was given an hour to rest before the next man came in, and spent the rest of
the day pleasuring cocks smaller than her own brother's. The following morning
she was overjoyed to have the first man come and fuck her, then spent the rest
of the morning and early afternoon fucking and suck five more cocks before she
had her first female customer.
The white woman was not in any way as near as sexy as Melissa was, but a wave of
new excitement passed through her from just the sight of her naked body. She
remembered his words while her mind was in its hazy drug induced trance that
Melissa would find women's juices taste better than his own cock did.
And even though the woman never attempted to pleasure Melissa as she did her,
Melissa found she couldn't resist anything she asked. The more Melissa did for
her, the more aroused she became and eager to do more.
Over the next few days, Melissa found she in fact had been given to that woman
by the man who she desperately wished to please. The man eventually drugged her
again, and there after called him her master, and her mistress. Master and
Mistress were married, and to Melissa's pleasure found them both using her quite
often, sometimes at the same time.
She only had nine other male customers, and for a while she was kept busy
fucking night and day. But after the first month or so, she had lost her
newness, and found herself masturbating while fantasizing about one of them
fucking her.
Mistress brought an older black man with a large cock with her one day, and to
her dismay only fucked Mistress while Mistress chewed on Melissa's tits. And I
do mean chewed. It was no wonder Melissa didn't find any of my nipple nibbling
painful. One of the times her Master was with her and her Mistress, he gave her
another dose of that drug and let his wife maul her lovely breasts while telling
Melissa she didn't feel a thing.
I took a moment to examine her mind, and was concerned to find the pathways for
her breast's sense of pain had been redirected to produce only a mild itching.
The problem I found here was not from the fact her mind had been altered, in the
way it was. It appeared that the drug he had used on her had somehow programmed
her in the same way my telepathy could have done. If I hadn't have known
better, I could have sworn only a telepath could program a mind with such
accuracy with so little effort.
It was soon after that one instance where another sex slave had been involved
that her Master announced he would be fucking her ass next. Something inside
Melissa was terrified of this, and when her Master attempted to do it, she did
everything possible to prevent him. And somehow her resistance didn't fade at
all after her Master attempted to use the drug on her several times to make her
beg to be fucked in the ass.
That was when everything fell apart for her. Her Master made it a standing
order than no one was to fuck her unless it was in her ass. After several
attempts were made by each of the small endowed men, Melissa resorted to the
only weapon she had.
The next time her master came to see her, the room was filled by the smell of
shit. She not only had smeared herself with her own feces, but had also managed
to get it on every piece of furniture, making sure every knob, handle, and
painting had a sufficient amount to disgust anyone who dared to touch or view
them.
It wasn't until weeks after being locked up in a single room like I had been
that her mind pieced together who that black man had been. The next time her
Master visited her, she pretended to be sorry and willing to make it up to him,
and at the first chance she got, she took out her family's revenge by biting the
prick's prick off and swallowing it whole.
I'm not going to go through the terrible things she was put through after that,
but once they had tired of torturing her without having any psychological
effects, she hadn't seen a single soul in over four years until she woke up in
the room with me. She didn't know what happened to her brother or sister, or
her sister's baby. And after they had finished with her punishment, Melissa had
only slightly noticed she didn't have her periods anymore.
I felt so guilty for what I had been planning to do to her. So once I made sure
she wouldn't urinate on me again, I skipped the idea of making her a willing
butt fucking partner and concentrated on redoing my own programming.
I had a lot of difficulty keeping my mind on its task. Whatever drug they were
using to dullen the mind had obviously been working as designed, and at the time
I just had enough sense to program a reoccurring fasting after every three days
of eating, and would fast until I could reset the timer in my head. I also put
in a way to trigger my fast immediately in case I needed it, and added more
programming to keep myself from losing control of myself to my anger or lust.
I spent hours trying to think of anything else to add before dropping off, then
awoke startled to hear the familiar sounds of dinner being pumped in to its
dispenser.
I shakily joined Candy/Melissa at the rubber cock's head, and quickly filled my
tummy with the wonderful mixture of nutrients and drugs. I was just starting to
feel normal again when the last peep from my telepathy made me jump. I had
sensed another intelligence inside the room.
I strained to use my telepathy again, but the only thing I got back was a
headache. Even while I fucked Melissa, I was constantly on edge, ready to fight
for flee if the other person decided to reveal themselves.
Now that I knew who she was and the reasons she did the strange things she did,
I found myself accepting the odor of her shit laying in the middle of the room.
I knew it gave her a feeling of security, knowing her only weapon from being
raped by her captors was always there to be grabbed. And to tell you the truth,
I got used to the smell. I only really noticed it when it was fresh out of the
oven.
Over the next few days, I caught her looking at me with the same little girl
looking out the bus window look I had seen before. I wasn't sure if it was
because I had started to show more tender feelings for her, or that I suddenly
started calling her by her real name. But whatever the reason, Melissa
surprised me with the most wonderful gift I could imagine.
I had decided to attempt making love to her instead of the animal fucking we
usually do after every meal. So as soon as we finished the last meal before my
fast began, I got her to sit down between my legs and held her in my arms while
I kissed her cheeks and neck.
She felt concerned that I was attempting to lure her into having anal sex,
especially since my dick was throbbing between us from the drug induced arousal.
But after explaining I would never attempt to fuck her ass without her
permission, Melissa relaxed and let me whisper sweet nothings in her ear.
I laid us back after Melissa's body had grown limp to my caress. I smiled
lovingly into her face as she turned herself over, and met her lips as they
approached. For a moment Melissa surged with her arousal and started to
friskily impale my mouth with her tongue, but then she got a hold of herself and
gave me her first heartfelt kiss.
While our bodies screamed at our minds to hurry up, our hearts continued holding
our reins back, keeping us at a nice slow pace. Her body never felt so good on
top of me before, and I kept telling her how beautiful she was, and how much she
meant to me. We must have spent a good half hour just kissing and me softly
telling her these things.
Finally after we both had our share of the soft sweet stuff, Melissa lowered her
dripping wet cunt over my drooling cock, and I told her I loved her before I was
all the way in her.
She looked at me with a sincere face, then brought her lips over to my right
ear. I felt her tongue lick my lobe, then she barely breathed the words, "I
love Timmy too."
Before I could exclaim my surprise, Melissa drove herself back down over my
dick, making my overly stimulated cock send a wave of pleasure coursing through
my mind and body. And despite my own commands to prevent losing myself in my
lust, I did just that, forgetting for the moment she had revealed a most private
secret to me.
We fucked steadily and uncontrollably for a good twenty minutes before I pumped
what felt like a gallon of cum into her orgasming cunt. Then as she recovered
her energy, I wiggled out from under her and quickly assumed a sixty nine
position.
After eating her Master's cum out of her Mistress, Melissa had wondered what it
would feel like to have someone eat cum out of her. So as my dick rehardened
just below her chin, I began to do my best to lick and suck the tablespoon of my
cum out of her.
I had never made her wiggle with pleasure like that before. I must have driven
her to three orgasms before I had to stop and rest my tired mouth and tongue.
Not that they got to take it easy for very long.
After I had stopped, Melissa sucked my dick into her mouth and began trying to
deep throat me with great effort. Without any help from me, she quickly
relearned to inhibit her gag reflexes and was guiding my cock deep in and out of
her oral cavity.
But to top everything off, while I started moaning with my tired mouth Melissa
began teasing my rose with her fingers, loosening my back door enough to slip
two of her fingers in. The moment her finger started fucking my ass, I came so
hard in her mouth I nearly blacked out from the force.
She gave me a minute to regain my senses, then started moving her finger in and
out of my ass again. My cock reversed its deflation, and I knew she was ready
for some more of my tongue from her own tongue's movements.
But when I was unsuccessful in making her cum once while she had made me cum
twice more, we finally moved back to the old fashioned positions. I managed to
stay hard long enough for her to get herself off, then fell asleep high and dry.
The next day and a half was another experience of hell, but the withdraw wasn't
as bad as last time overall. After spending a good hour scanning for the
intelligence I had felt last time, I checked for any signs of a new crazy, then
gave up since I couldn't tell one from the other anyway.
I didn't feel anything unusual as my telepathic power faded away, and Melissa
happily spent the evening making out with me before fucking like we always do.
But then the next morning, Melissa shocked the hell out of me. Just as we were
reaching our third orgasm, to my horror, I felt that warm sensation down there.
All I could do was stare at her as the golden liquid dripped off the sides of my
belly and through the floor's grating. Then with a steady look of satisfaction
pointed directly at me, she wiggled her body just to rub it in a little.
As soon as I recovered from my shock, I closed my eyes and triggered my fasting
to begin. Since I had only had it in my system for around twenty four hours,
the withdraw had been considerably shortened, but my head was slower to clear
its fuzziness.
While I was just starting to awaken with a killer headache and my mind full of
cobwebs, I suddenly felt a distant call.
"Tim! Help me! Link, QUICK!"
No sooner had I let Joey form a share link with me, I felt him invade my mind.
But before he could do much, I pushed him out and sealed him off from attempting
it again.
But to my horror I found Joey had managed to lock out my ability to break the
share link with him, and that's when I knew that things were very bad.
Then just as I began trying to trace Joey's mind using the trail left by the
message he had trick me with, I found myself very drowsy. I issued a last
ditch command to prevent my mind from dropping its shield, even if it meant
causing brain damage by draining sugar from other areas of my brain. As I
slipped into unconsciousness, Joey's mind announced, "Thanks for being a
dumb-fuck."
The next thing I knew, I was being smothered by a deliriously happy Melissa as
she hugged and kiss my very sore body.
"I feel like I got hit my a train. Oh, my head hurts!" I said holding it as a
very large sledge hammer continued pounding on it.
"Melissa, stop! My head can't take it!"
Surprisingly, she did stop her hugs and other forms of painful displays of
affection. I nearly drifted off before realizing I wasn't laying on a stainless
steel bed.
My eyes had trouble focusing on the glowing ceiling above me, but appeared to be
the same one I had woken up to the past month or two. I slowly moved my gaze to
also find the same walls around me, but the floor was carpeted, and the room had
a few furnishings in it.
Including the very large and plush bed I was laying in. The comfort it brought
only drew my attention to the new discomforts my body was feeling. The greatest
of these was a collar around my neck, and as I painfully found out, it had metal
prongs that dug into my skin and hurt like a bitch if I tried to move it.
After making the mistake of trying to sit up, I quickly submitted myself to
falling back asleep to escape the agony I felt.
Someone was talking to me, and as I struggled back to the real world, I felt my
heart jump when I heard a familiar voice say, "Come on, my pretty boy. Wake up
for your Mistress."
I tried to snap my eyes open, only to find them sluggish to comply. And when I
tried to say "Carol?" it came out more like "Ngnl.."
"That's it, wake up and let me take care of my pretty boy. He's such a pretty
boy, isn't he Melissa?"
Sitting beside me on the bed sat the woman I had almost been enslaved by. And
even as I fought my need to barf, I couldn't help but feel comforted by her warm
smile.
"That's better," she said, rubbing my astonished cheeks. But before I could
look around or say anything, my vision started to blur, and I felt myself
slipping back into darkness.
I slowly awoke to a quiet silence that I hadn't heard in a long time. The room
was dimly lit, and the normal sounds of fans and other machinery were missing. I
felt a little better, and found the itchy feeling in my arm to be an I-V with
its bottle hanging above my head. Both Carol and Melissa were asleep next to
me, both appearing quite healthy and unhurt. I on the other hand...
"Shit, what did they do to me?" I thought to myself. I had stitches in my arm,
I was bruised all over, and parts of my skin felt like they had been burned. I
couldn't move my head without the collar hurting my neck, and as I took
inventory of my bits and pieces, I discovered my ass had been fucked raw.
I felt extremely sleepy from the few minutes of stretching my senses to their
maximum, and didn't hesitate to let it take me away again.
Carol was gone when I awoke, but Melissa came over to me and offered me a
banana. I suddenly felt ravenous, and accepted the first real food I had tasted
in a long time.
I found myself feeling very energetic, and didn't realized how good I felt until
I had gotten up off the bed with a raging hardon. I checked myself out real
good, going through a mental checklist of sorts, and came to the conclusion I
had again been asleep a for long while.
I couldn't believe how horny I was. Even though I had real food to eat, the
first thing I did was walk up to Melissa and started gnawing on her tits. She
didn't waste any time to force me to the floor and spending a good hour fucking
my willing cock.
It wasn't until several hours later that I discovered by accident that my
telepathy was completely unhampered by any drugs. I quickly confirmed I was
still within a wall of insanity, but I found there were several others within
the wall who were patiently waiting to be call upon.
After reaching out to the first mind to find out who they were, I frantically
raced from one mind to the next fearing what I already knew to be true.
Mick, Jen, Tracy, Scooter, Paul, Rita, Gina, Randy, oh God even little Johnny,
were all there sitting, laying, or standing waiting for someone to tell them
something to do. I immediately recognized the zombie command that Joey had used
on Michael, and it made me internally shudder realizing he was the one who had
done it.
I was busily checking to see if he had altered their minds beyond just the
simple zombie command, when I suddenly realized someone was missing from the
group of summer camp friends.
"Eric.." I said softly, straining my abilities to their max. I found no trace
of Eric anywhere, including the recent memories of my friends. As far as I
could tell, Eric had simply either been missed or escaped from being captured
some how.
I did find a lot of Joey in their memories. Or should I say Joseph. He had
insisted Scooter and Paul to call him Joseph before he had led them out of sight
and hit them with his zombie commands. But there was an even more startling
difference in Joey, er Joseph more than just changing his name. His hair was
dyed black and wore some kind of darkening lipstick that gave him an.. evil
look.
I knew this was for my benefit, but I couldn't help but feel my chest tighten
from the image. Especially the way Joey had acted after he had gotten them back
to what he called his lair.
Joey had raped each and ever one of them. Well, I say raped, even though at the
time they were perfectly willing to do whatever he said. But they were not
consciously aware of it happening, and I suppose that was a good thing.
Especially for Johnny who was still as innocent as he had been a year ago. Well,
almost as innocent. I couldn't help but grin to find he had played doctor with
his ten year old cousin, Beth.
After that brief amusement, I didn't find anything else that made me smile.
After another half hour, I couldn't stand scanning their minds any longer. The
things Joey had made them do just proved how pathetic Joseph was. But just as I
was about to close my probe, I ran across a obvious message from Joseph to me.
Mick had been the first for Joey to capture. Apparently he had gone off to do
it the moment he had tricked me into allowing the share link. But as soon as he
had zombiefied Mick, he had used Mick to set a trap for...
"Oh, Suzi," I said shedding a few tears as Joey and a few of Steven's other
slaves tranquilized her and a few others who obviously were there to guard her.
Joseph used Mick as a live video camera, recording Suzi begging Joey to stop,
watching him turn her into a fuck slut and sharing her with seven others, then
undid it all just so I could see her expression afterwards. And then Joey led
them both mindlessly into a room where Steven waited, standing next to a chair
with straps which Suzi sat down in without a word.
As I watched Steven use his drug on my Suzi, I suddenly wanted to rip his heart
out. I got up and started smashing anything I could lift as I continued playing
the memories of Suzi's brainwashing. Steven effectively supressed her will,
gave her new memories and new desires, caused her to have orgasms with a simple
suggestion, some while she was dying her own hair black and putting on black
fingernail polish and black lipstick.
After four days of work, Suzi was happily trying to suck her own anal fluids off
of Joseph's dick while Steven fucked her already well fucked ass. As soon as I
saw that much, I didn't bother watching anything else. I knew for the sake of
my loved ones I had to destroy Steven's operation and remove all memory of how
to make the drug he had used. If that meant killing my former two lovers, so be
it. I just prayed to God I wouldn't have to prove I could do such a thing.
What made me think of killing them? If the twins couldn't undo the damage
Steven had done, I'd rather see them both dead than watch them live on like
that. Or at least that was how I felt at the time. My mind was so restricted
by the commands I had placed in my head, I simply wasn't able to think straight
any more.
Melissa had watched me very carefully, not interfering in my release of anger,
and not trying to comfort me while I beat my hand against the solid wall, crying
my eyes out while my heart got torn to shreds. I finally couldn't stand it
anymore and began to power up a pulse greater than anything I had ever attempted
before.
You see, I was fairly certain the pulse would not only break through the wall of
insanity, but also burn out my mind as well. I was sort of killing two birds
with one fucking big boulder, as I liked to say. Without me, Joe... Joseph
would be useless to Steven. And hopefully my mom and dad would somehow save
them.
I spent a few hours building the massive pulse up, going beyond the point it
gave me a headache, beyond the point where I thought I could withstand the
release. I knew Joseph would feel its release, and most likely feel it hit him
too, but he wouldn't be able to stop it once I had let it go. Hell, I couldn't
even stop it. Once it passed that critical point, the only way to stop its
release would be for someone to shoot me in the head. Nobody did that, yet.
Just before I let it go, I remember feeling my nose start to bleed. Probably
from all the extra blood I had been forcing into my brain to keep it working
while it absorbed more and more energy from other places in my body. The stream
of blood that came out must have been a scary sight, but since every neuron of
my mind was releasing the energy they had stored, I didn't feel anything but the
steady pain of my mind being burnt out.
My pulse was keyed to only be detected by any telepath it reaches. If somehow I
survived long enough, I would also feel the pulse being reflected by who ever
detected it. I had never imagined actually feeling the response, figuring my
mind would be a vegetable by the time the reflection came back. But that wasn't
the case, for the moment I sent it out, it reflected back at me, nearly causing
me to fall over from the intensity.
I had just enough time to see the little girl look on Melissa's face before the
world went black around me. If I had only figured out she had been a telepath
before, I might have not tried to kill myself. Lucky for me, I had overlooked
something even more obvious.
The first thing I expected to find in the afterlife certainly was not somebody
yelling "I said WAKE UP!" then experiencing the strange sensation of a foot
hitting my stomach. You either? Fancy that.
"Fucking-Son-of-a-BITCH!" a familiar voice said as another blow hit my stomach.
As my empathic senses came back online, I felt this intensive wave of hatred
pointed towards me, making me cringe. While I gasped for my knocked out wind, I
sensed the foot heading straight for my gut again and somehow I managed to catch
it.
With strength I didn't have, I savagely twisted it, attempting to snap it right
off. But all I managed to do was make Joseph even angry by making him fall.
"Do that again," I said still gasping, "and I'll kill you where you stand."
That got me a good kick in the face, and I was tempted strongly to prove I meant
it. But instead I simply caught his foot as it returned for another go, and
sent a pulse of engulfing pain through his left leg.
But just as his screams stopped, my own started as the collar around my neck
began turning my nerves inside out.
"Joseph, stop torturing him," Steven's voice boomed out of the hidden speakers.
"Yes, Steven," Joseph meekly replied.
The pain stopped a moment later, and it took me a few minutes to recover. But
by that time I had gotten a good look at the new Joey.
He wore black, still had his hair died black, and like Suzi his fingernails and
lips were also painted black.
"You Fucking asshole. You tried to kill yourself. If I wanted you dead, I
would have taken the pleasure of doing it myself," Joseph said with bitter
hatred.
"Joey, what did he do to you?" I said, finding it so unbelievable he could ever
hate me so much.
"You know exactly what he did. He freed me from your control," Joseph replied.
"My control? HE'S controlling you! Can't you see that?" I said desperately.
"I'm not going to listen to your shit. I came here to tell you your pulses will
never make it through. No one but me ever knew it happened."
"So after you felt it, you came here to kick the living shit out of me," I said.
"Oh Joey. Why did you do that to Suzi. You loved her as much as I did."
"I still love her. That's why she had to be freed. And now she's Steven's. I
gave her to him."
"YOU WHAT!" I said struggling to my feet. "YOU GAVE SUZI TO THAT MONSTER!"
Joseph became extremely angry and said, "YOU'RE the MONSTER! You turned my
mother into your fuck doll, and did the same to me and Suzi. If Steven hadn't
told me not to kill you, I'd... I'd.. I'd eaten you're heart out!"
"Come ON! Take your best SHOT!" I said, finding his anger very contagious.
"You'd like that, wouldn't you, ass hole. Let me tell you something. After I
free your mom, I'm going to spend all week with her. She's going to have my
baby. Steven even said so."
Suddenly we locked eyes on each other, and I willing opened the empathic
connection intending to use it to cripple him with my anger and fear. But I
completely misjudged the intensity of the hatred Steven had given him, realizing
too late that Joseph had been doing his best to contain the largest part of it.
His hatred pushed my meager defenses aside, pushing me down into myself, my
heart beating faster, my body growing colder.... hearing someone screaming....
colors fading.... Joey's smiling face saying "goodbye, asshole"...
Oh Joey. I'm so sorry......
I love you Suzi....
Suzi...
Suzi...
nothingness...
I was in nothingness...
No light
No sound
No pain
No pleasure
Not even a fucking infomercial.
Time passed.
Lots of time.
Days,
weeks,
months...
they all passed slowly.
Unable to think
I had no conception of anything but the nothingness
and the passage of time...
I felt the months stretch out to years
Years into decades
Nothing changing, just plain nothing.
Until...
I felt my awareness increase slightly,
Just enough to form thoughts...
'Am I alive?'
'Is this Hell?'
'So many years... '
'Was that my body growing older?'
'It's been so long.'
'I must be an old man by now.'
'So many years.'
'My Mom just died. I know she did.'
'I wish I was dead.'
'There you are.'
'What? You are you?'
'Please come back out?'
'Come back out?'
'Don't you know how?'
'Who are you?'
'Please come back out?'
'Are you an angel?'
'No, silly. I'm just a girl.'
'Who are you?'
'Please come back out?'
'WILL you PLEASE STOP THINKING THAT!'
' '
'What?'
' !'
'I can't understand you.. COME BACK!'
Empty time rolled on. I was aware, yet there was nothing to be aware of.
Boredom doesn't even begin to describe the nothingness of my existence.
'Hello? Can anyone hear me.. Echo.. Shit.'
'Shit'
'Who said that?'
'Squirmy'
'Squirmy? Squirmy who'
'Squirmy the Squid. HeeeHeee'
'??'
'I must be going mad'
'Mad?! Mad!? They call me mad. Just because I killed all those alien
creatures disguised as trashcans... They locked me up! Tell me this. If
aliens didn't eat our trash, where does it all go?'
'Uhm, the dump, or that's what I was told.'
'Exactly. Have you seen my button? I lost it and I need it to open my pants. I
can't open my pants without my button.'
'Sorry. Do you know how to get out of here?'
'Out of where?'
'Bzzzz'
'Oh.. I gotta go. My pet mosquito needs me.'
'BBzzzz...'
'Wait! Oh! DAMNIT'
'ghnet'
'huh?'
'He said nice place you have here'
'Thanks. What place.'
'This place. Nice and roomy, and not too dirty. Eww.... I spoke too soon.'
'Hey! Stay out of my personal memories. And please don't leave when I ask you
this. Who are you?'
'My name is... That's funny, I don't.. Oh yeah. My name is Fuck Me. I used to
have another name, but I can't remember it. Just call me Fuck.'
'ghnet'
'oh, and this is ghnet. He's my boyfriend.'
'ghnet'
'Does he say anything besides.. ghnet?'
'Sure. Sometimes when he gets excited, he says ghnet ph. He's so sexy when he
says that.'
'ghnet'
'Oh, here comes Brainstormer. I hope he doesn't try and take over. He always
pisses me off when he does that.'
'Brainstormer? What do you mean take over?'
'ALL BEHOLD! THE ONE, THE ONLY.. BRAINSTORMER!'
'Weeee! Yeah Brainstormer!!'
'Thank you, Thank you! You're such a lovely audience. Here, have a Cow!'
'MOOO!'
'Did you hear the one about the... hey, this is a nice place you have here.'
'So I've been told. Were are all of you coming from?'
'Here and there. Oh, don't look now! You have something on you're shirt. HA,
HA. Made you look! And you don't even have a shirt!'
'ghnet'
'Ah, Ghnet. Ghnet, Ghnet, Ghnet. I have a riddle for you. What's red, white
and purple all over, and uses his dick to write with?'
'ghnet'
'Shit! How did you know? No one has ever gotten that one before...'
'MOOOO!'
'Brainy, could you get rid of the cow? I think Nat is about to join us, and you
know how she is about cows.'
'MOOO ERK!'
'Ha HAA!.. Where's the BEEF! Say.. Did you hear the one about the polka dot
pig?'
'No. How many of you are there? And where are you coming..'
'Did I hear a Cow?'
'No, Nat. There are no cows in here. Or squirrels. Or lizards.'
'Oh, good. You know I just hate lizards.'
'ghnet'
'Fuck! Can't anyone answer me a simple question?'
'No, but thanks for asking.'
'No, not you. I mean, yes you. But.. Oh, forget it.'
'ghnet'
'Really ghnet?'
'ghnet'
'Oh, well. It's been nice meeting you'
'Huh? Wait a minute. Can you tell me how to get out of here? Hello? ghnet?
Brainstormer? Nat? Where did everyone go? FUCK!'
'psst'
'What?'
'Did I hear you say you wanted to fuck?'
'No, not exactly, but okay. I'd like to fuck. How do we EAAAAAAAAAAACK!'
'Have a nice day.'
I was dizzy within my own mind. The nothing was spinning around me. Or more
like I was spinning around in the same thought pattern. I was stuck in a loop
and couldn't break out. The same thought kept repeating over and over and over.
'How do we EAAAAAAAAAAACK!'
'How do we EAAAAAAAAAAACK!'
'How do we EAAAAAAAAAAACK!'
'How do we EAAAAAAAAAAACK!'
'How do we EAAAAAAAAAAACK!'
'How do we EAAAAAAAAAAACK!'
'How do we EAAAAAAAAAAACK!'
'How do we EAAAAAAAAAAACK!'
'How do we EAAAAAAAAAAACK!'
'How do we EAAAAAAAAAAACK!'
'How do we EAAAAAAAAAAACK!'
'How do we EAAA...'
'You must have met psst. He's so silly.'
'Please. Help me? Help me get out of here.'
'So, you want to come back?'
'YES!'
'Okay. But promise you won't tell on me. I don't want to get into trouble.'
'I promise. I won't tell anyone about you, whoever you are.'
'Silly. It's me. Melissa.'
'Melissa? Oh, Thank GOD. Why have you waited so long to contact me in here?'
'I didn't know you had gotten lost until yesterday. I've spent a week in my old
room before they let me back in with you. It took me a while to find you. And
then Elsie had to go eat, so I had to leave you for a few minutes.'
'A week? Elsie? You mean you've seen your sister?'
'How do you... Oh.. So you can do it too? I've never met someone who wasn't
coo-coo who can peek-a-boo too. Except for mommy, I mean.'
'peek-a-boo?'
'Silly. I peek in your head, you peek in mine. Peek-a-boo.'
'Oh.. Yeah. I can peek-a-boo. But what about Elsie?'
'I haven't seen that Elsie for a long time. When I had to hide from the bad
men, I made a new Elsie to hide me. She's always taken care of me.'
'I don't understand. You made a new Elsie? Out of what?'
'Come back out and I'll show you, silly. Please come back out? Elsie and I
miss you.'
'I've missed you too. God, how I've missed you. I've missed everything. Sight,
smell.. heh. Fucking.'
'You're just like all those men. All you want to do is... that. That's why I
have to have Elsie do it for me.'
'I'm not like those men. Just.. Please show me how to get out of here? I
don't know how..'
'You can peek-a-boo, can't you? Then peek-a-boo out. It's that easy.'
'But I can't peek-a-boo like this. I've tried. I've been trying all these
years without feeling anything. How long have I been in here, anyway?'
'I already told you. A week. You need me to help you?'
'A WEEK? It felt like centuries! YES I need you to help me! Please? Now?'
And just like that, I felt myself being pulled up a long dark passageway,
sensing turns and dead ends all around me, and other twisted corridors leading
who knows where. Actually, this came to me all very abstract like. I didn't
see anything, just sensed there were many different paths to get lost in.
It certainly was a different perspective of my mind I had never 'seen' before.
Or anyone's mind for that matter. And it took seemingly several hours for her
to guide me out. My perspective of time while in there was very distorted, and
the actual time to pull me out only took a few minutes. How she knew her way
out, or even how she found me in the first place I'll never know.
I could sense we were nearing the end of the 'tunnel', and I rushed ahead when I
felt some familiar sensations from my body. Then a light seemed to rush at me,
and suddenly I was staring up at that wonderful lovely ceiling again.
We were back in our old room, and I immediately found my ass and mouth sore from
what had to have been Joseph's sexual abuse of my body while I was away.
The share link was still open, and the commands Joseph had used to prevent me
from closing it were evidently still working too. I could have disabled them if
I could find them, but he had also made me unable to find any of his commands.
It was like looking for a red spot on a red wall while you were blindfolded and
wearing mittens.
My shield protecting my mind was down, and I discovered I was unable to raise
it. Joseph had taken the only defense I had away, and purposely left my mind
alone until he could take it from me while I knew he was doing it.
"What's the matter?" Melissa's thought to me.
I looked over at her, and was startled to see an entirely different person
looking at me with her face. But then I recognized the look in the eyes, and
thought to her, "How? WHo?" as I tried to feel her out.
The intelligence I had sensed that one day was now looking at me through
Melissa's eyes. I couldn't feel Melissa anywhere, just this... little girl
occupying her mind.
"What have you done with Melissa!" I though to her, afraid for her safety.
"I AM Melissa!" came the shocked reply. "Oh. You must mean Elsie. She's here,
see?"
Before my eyes, the little girl seemingly pulled... Melissa, or at least the
Melissa I had known and grown to love, pulled Melissa around her like a curtain
or a cloak.
Then just as Melissa, my Melissa, started getting excited to see me, the little
girl Melissa pulled back the curtain and sat there like a little girl waiting
for me to..
"Holy SHIT" I thought to her. "HOW do you DO THAT!"
"That was Elsie. I made her, remember? She keeps me safe from what the bad men
do to me, and she lets me go play with the others while she's running my body
for me."
"You... I think I'm starting to understand. Wait. What others?"
"My friends. Like psst, ghnet, Mama Pearl, and a whole lot more."
"You mean you can get past the wall of insanity?"
"Wall of insanity? What's that? My friends are all around us. Can't you feel
them?"
"All I can feel are... loonies. Oh God. Where are MY friends? They were all
waiting around for.. Oh Damn it. Please.. Not them too."
"Your friends are with my friends. Like... here.."
I felt her mind directing mine towards the insanity around us, and at first I
resisted her mental tugging. But I got a 'whiff' of who it was, and instantly
allowed her to take me there.
"I'm going to be sick," I thought to her. "It is Scooter. Why did you do this
to him? He's so screwed up. He's... Insane."
"It was the only way to keep him safe from the men. I've saved a lot of people.
See?"
She led me around to five other minds, each of them completely senseless and out
of their minds. On the fifth one, she surprise the hell out of me by undoing
the twists and knots in the woman's thought processes, and for a moment the
middle aged housewife was perfectly normal. But no sooner than the woman had
begun to comprehend her surroundings, Melissa redid the twists and knots and the
woman went back to rubbing her nose with her foot.
After touching that many screwed up minds, I had to lay still while the sick
feelings settled down.
Melissa grew a little bored, and suddenly thought to me, "I'll be back in a
little while. It's almost time to eat, and Elsie needs to go to the bathroom."
"Wait!" I thought back too late.
I tried contacting her, using every trick I could think of, but all I could get
back was 'Elsie'. And before I could take a close look at Elsie again, dinner
was served.
Hoping they left the telepathic suppressants out, I joined Elsie at the feeding
prick and ate my fill. They certainly didn't leave the stimulants out though.
Elsie and I were so quick to fuck, I forgot all about checking to see if she was
going to pee on me again.
I was just as upset as I had been when I felt the warmth flowing across my
crotch and tummy. But this time I didn't complain or struggle. I just grinned
and bore it, finding I needed Melissa's help in bigger matters than just fixing
an unpleasant fetish of Elsie's.
I waited and thought, and fell asleep with her on top of me. I woke up the next
morning to find Elsie still in control, and continued to wait and try to think
things out, feeling the time before Joseph came to take my mind running out.
Two days of nerve-racking patience went by. I had decided to take over Elsie's
mind in order to get Melissa's attention, but when I tried, I was horrified to
find Joseph had disabled even that.
I needed Melissa's help now more than ever. Without my telepathy to protect
myself, I only had my wits and physical strength, neither which were any match
for Joseph's right now.
Another three days went by with no sign of Melissa even peeking out. I was at
the bottom rung of desperation, my only comfort was feeling her warm urine
tingle its way across my skin as Elsie brought me to my third orgasm.
I blinked at that. When did that become a comfort? More than a comfort even. I
kind of liked it for once.
That was all I could think about for the rest of the day. And when I heard our
dinner starting to be pumped in, I felt excited that we would be trying it
again.
I could barely contain my excitement as we approached our third orgasm. And
when I felt the warm tingling liquid flush out of her and onto my bare crotch
and belly, I had the best orgasm she had ever given me. And when she discovered
I had enjoyed it, we did it again, but without as good of results.
I couldn't believe how horny it made me feel. I forgot all about my situation,
focusing on the pleasure I so desperately needed to feel. It was still gross to
me most of the time, but just thinking about the warm slippery feeling it had
against my skin... Well, when the cleaning cycle started that night, I helped
her gather and drink as much of the rinse cycle as she could.
Then instead of sleeping afterwards as we had always done, Elsie and I had oral
sex while our bodies were still relatively clean. But as soon as her bladder
was ready, I laid on my back and shivered all over with anticipation as she
prepared to mount me again.
I almost came when she squirted a little over the head of my dick. My moan
prompted her to do it again, and this time she released a large enough amount
that it covered my whole cock and started to run over my balls and down my
crack.
I had never felt anything as dirty and erotic as that before. I barely kept a
hold on my orgasm, and couldn't help but use my hand to rub my dick through the
small puddle on my lower belly. It felt like liquid sex, golden, all natural,
perverted pleasure juice.
As she mounted me, I felt some more spray against my stomach, and I quickly used
my hands to spread the pleasure water out over the rest of my stomach and part
of my chest. My dick was spasming, my skin was tingling, and my balls were
nearly on fire.
Elsie humped very slowly, every three or four pumps she would squirt just a
little more. By the fifth or sixth squirting, we both felt our orgasms peaking,
and I nearly bit my tongue off while moaning as she let the last bit gush out of
her. When the warmth of her urine hit my skin, I used my hands to spread it
around my chest and stomach, then started to do the same to hers.
She laid down on top of me, feeling our bodies slippery and wet from her piss,
and as we exchanged our mouth's own juices, my wet hands worked steadily to
spread the golden nectar over her back and sides. My cock stayed as hard as it
had been when we had started, and after we had rested a while, we rolled over
and I drove a while.
I panicked when I felt another mind touch mine, but relaxed when I realized it
was Melissa's. She shocked me when her commands entered my head, then suddenly
felt like I had to pee. I pulled my dick out of her cunt and took aim, feeling
my first and only urinating orgasm as I sprayed my piss on her chest and crotch.
As soon as I had instinctively shook it off, I reinserted it and collapsed on
top of her with a squish. We fucked until the new squishy sounds finally dried
up and stopped.
We both slept into the next day, but as soon as our meal came, we were up and at
it, and quickly repeated the events from the night before. The drugs which had
turned Melissa's brother, sister, and to a degree herself into mindless sexual
animals had finally been allowed to work on me. Joseph had removed the commands
which had protected me from its effects, and after being allowed to run free in
my system a while, it had started to make up for lost time.
But after the wet fun finally was over, the drug had saturated in my system,
giving me a period of clear thought. I was revolted by the sticky feeling and
strong smell we both had to live with. Even Elsie was uncomfortable, never
having had so much on her before.
Both of us were extremely shocked but grateful when the cleansing cycle came on
way too early. That was something which had never happened before. The
cleansing cycles were always at the same time each day, and they had never once
varied the entire time Melissa/Elsie had been there.
But when the rinse cycle continued past its normal time, I realized something
bad would be happening afterwards, and that this was someone's way of giving me
a little... comfort? Fun? I didn't know. But I didn't hesitate to use it. I
made love to my cellmate in the shower, knowing it would probably be our last
time together.
The cool water pouring down on us reminded me of that time with Penny in the
thunderstorm. And at that moment I knew it was Penny giving me this moment.
Perhaps she wasn't completely brainwashed by Steven after all.
By the time Elsie and I had exhausted ourselves, our skin was wrinkled, and we
were as grateful for the water shutting off as we had when it turned on. We
laid in each others arms, shivering as we always did after a shower, never
realizing we were falling asleep from the gas.
I don't remember waking up, just suddenly realizing I was in a soft bed again,
and that someone was speaking my name.
I felt strange too. Like I wasn't really there. Or more like I was there, but
just a passive bystander watching through my own eyes and listening through my
ears. I thought it was from the way my hands and arms were completely
immobilized, but later would realize that was not the case.
"Tim," Penny's voice said over to my right.
My head slowly turned towards her, and I gasped when I saw her.
"You're pregnant?" I said a bit slurred, staring at her slightly larger than
normal tummy.
"Yes," she simply stated before pulling the needle out of my arm.
"Who?"
"David, of course. He proved his worth better than Michael..."
I saw the strange look in her eye when she mentioned Michael's name. But before
I could attempt to use that, a huge muscular man suddenly appeared beside her.
"Holy shit," I said softly, realizing that 'man' was David. His face had filled
out along with the rest of him, and I couldn't believe the size of his muscles.
But what captured my interest the most was the protective feelings I was picking
up from him. He felt a lot like the David I used to know.
But it obviously wasn't. Not with the hatred he was feeling towards me. And
that prompted me to take a quick scan of Penny, to see if Michael had been right
or not.
As I began to look in her mind, I instantly realized Michael had told the truth.
There was no sign of her ever being brainwashed by Steven's drug, and that one
fact was all I cared to know right then.
"Why, Penny? Why did you help him? Why did you betray me?"
"Betray you? You betrayed me! You left me there to become my father's
plaything! And then when he stopped using me, and I had to go through being
rejected by the only man I loved, my own father!"
"I'm sorry, Penny. But I didn't know of any other way for you to accept him as
your father. You do love him now, don't you?"
"Of course I do. He's family."
I didn't realize the implications of her meaning right away, but the way she had
said it sounded so unlike her, I started to feel her mind out some more, only to
find I couldn't do anything but scan the thoughts she was actively thinking.
Without the power to control, I couldn't make her recall anything she wasn't
calling up on her own.
"I still don't understand why you would turn against me like this. How could
you just stand by and let Suzi get brainwashed into a sex toy? I thought you
two were friends? I thought we were friends."
"You don't understand how important it is for us to become the heads of the
family. After Steven explained it to me, I had to help him. He's my brother.
Nothing is more important than helping my family. And I didn't just stand by
while Suzi was turned into... I didn't know, okay? I would have stopped it if
I had known."
"Oh, and what about Dana and Jerry? You can't tell me you didn't have anything
to do with them. You've..." I paused from my emotions choking me up.
"I had no choice," she said coldly.
"Liar. You had a choice, and you chose to take out your revenge against the
world. That's the same reason why you took the only two people who would have
given their souls to you without you forcing it from them. And look what
happened! Michael's dead!"
"YOU BASTARD!" she cried, covering her eyes from my view. "Don't you think I
know that!" she shakily said.
David quietly held her shaking frame, glaring down on me for upsetting her. The
intensity of his gaze started making me nervous, knowing he could easily snap my
neck without any trouble at all.
"I'm sorry, Penny." I said. My empathic senses were picking up her emotions and
causing me some distress myself. But I was also just a bit sorry for unleashing
the pain and anguish my words had caused.
"If it helps any," I continued a minute later, "before Michael crossed over, he
forgave you, and wanted you to know he still loves you."
"What are talking about?" Penny asked looking at me with her red swollen eyes.
"You weren't with him when he died."
"No, I wasn't. I guess your spy net didn't pick up on this. Uhm, just believe
me when I say he communicated with me after he died. He asked me to help David,
and you."
"Now I know you're lying," she said coldly. "All I wanted to tell you was after
Joseph finishes with you, you would be given to me to be my slave. I didn't
want you to get hurt any more than you have to be."
"Oh? And where is my _old friend_? I can't believe he's allowed me to go this
long without torturing me before slowly taking my mind piece by piece," I said
bitterly.
I felt the familiar sting of a needle puncturing my arm, then heard the same
bitterness in Penny's voice as she said, "He's on his way back from capturing
your mother. You won't have to wait much longer. Goodbye, 'Master' Tim."
Before the blackness took me, I managed to whisper out, "I forgive you too,
Penny."
Okay, so I didn't mean that. And I knew it wouldn't make her change her mind,
but at least I had the satisfaction of knowing it hurt her more deeply than if I
had taken a knife to her heart.
As I had feared, I awoke back in my bachelor's suite, alone. The sounds of my
meal arriving didn't stir the excitement it usually did, and while I knew there
wouldn't be any drugs in it, I simply ignored my hungry stomach and the fully
erect rubber dick.
For the first time since arriving there, I had lost the hope of being rescued or
finding a way to escape. If my mom had been captured by Joey and Steven's gang
of tranquilizing gunmen, I knew they would threaten to kill me if she didn't
submit to Joseph's mental adjustment followed by Steven's brainwashing
treatment.
Joseph had also made sure there was no way for me to commit suicide in order to
save my mother, and without any other options left open to me, I decided my only
escape from their control was by going insane.
Of course, you simply can't decide to go crazy and expect it to just happen on
your own. I figured I had very little time before Joseph would take control of
my body and make me watch my mother under go the brainwashing, so I reached out
and searched for the mind that felt more insane than the rest.
As I was searching, I found Melissa's cover personality Elsie. But I couldn't
even leave a message with her for Melissa, and I didn't detect Melissa at all. I
had hoped she could have undone the commands Joseph had used on me, and perhaps
even taught me how to hide myself behind a cover personality like she did. But
instead of attempting to save myself while I had the chance, I had allowed
myself to be taken by the pleasure during our wet sex.
What food I had left in my stomach was quickly lost as I grew sicker from the
contact of so many unstable minds. I was in the middle of another dry heave
when I recognized one mind as Ghnet's. And I was shocked to discover that Ghnet
wasn't your everyday nut. Most of the people there had lost their minds from
failed attempts to enslave them. While Ghnet had been another failure in that
respect, he had been selected to be enslaved because of his underdeveloped
telepathic abilities.
And the next person I scanned was his girlfriend 'Fuck me' who had almost been
successfully enslaved using the same drug Penny's father had used on me. But
apparently Ghnet and Melissa had 'saved' her by their combined abilities.
I suddenly realized my best chance of achieving insanity was to find Psst and
ask him (or her) to fuck me.
But before I had the chance to do so, I heard a loud mechanical sound behind my
head. To my complete astonishment, the wall behind me was retreating. But the
moment it stopped, my heart sank as I felt the hatred from Joseph's eyes.
"That's right! Heeeeeeerrreeeeee's JOEY!" he said as his commands paralyzed me.
"I just came to see my old butt fuck after a long and tiring trip. I brought
something back for you."
"Oh goody! I hope it's your cock so you can fuck my ass again!" my voice said
without my consent.
"That too. Why don't we go someplace more comfortable so I can listen to you
scream in the comforts of home."
My body followed his orders, and I didn't even try to resist. I was beaten, and
doomed. I could feel how badly Joseph wanted me to put up a fight so he could
crush me, so I did the only thing I could to not satisfy him that way.
Surrender.
We seemed to walk a mile inside a huge warehouse like building, not even
bothering to study the equipment for who knows how many of those rooms they had.
All I could do was feel my sorrow for never getting another chance to tell the
real Joey and Suzi how much I loved them. Even as we walked into another
carpeted room like the one I had been in with Carol and Melissa, all I could
think of was my love for them.
"Will you stop feeling sorry for yourself!" Joseph said a bit shakily.
I hadn't realized he had been monitoring my brief stroll down depression lane.
But the instant I thought of using that to my advantage, I felt Joseph's mind
entering mine and begin his takeover.
I closed my eyes and shut out the sounds around me, letting myself fall into a
false sense of security, knowing in a few moments I would be seeing the world
differently.
I was slightly startled to find my eyes opening without my permission, and was
even more startled to find that Joseph hadn't made them do it. And when I got
down on my knees and began to beg him to hit me, my confusion peaked as I found
he again wasn't making me do it.
I quickly examined my own mind, not finding anything to be causing my body to
behave like this. There was no interruption between my body and mind, but I
certainly wasn't in control of myself either. I couldn't understand what was
happening.
But I suddenly realized the blows Joseph was delivering to my face and stomach
didn't cause me as much distress as they should. It felt as if I was in some
kind of dream, but yet I wasn't, and that what was happening wasn't being faked.
I was still clueless at to what was going on when Joseph finally tired of
beating me and stretched out on the floor while I struggled to remove his
clothes. My left eye caused that to be a little difficult since it was refusing
to open anymore after it had received too many blows.
But as he ordered me to suck him off, I found a hint to the answer for my body's
actions. I was feeling completely turned off by his cock, no longer having the
commands I had used on myself to find it appetizing, and was surprised to find
my dick becoming aroused without my or Joseph's directions. I began tracking
where the arousal was coming from, and that led me to finding another... me.
I quickly realized Melissa had in fact installed a duplicate personality of me,
and that was what was in control of my body. Up until Joseph had altered that
cover personality, my fake and true self were identical and thus it had done
everything as I would have done myself. But while Joseph continued to alter my
fake mind to be his sexual plaything, I could feel the distinct barrier between
my copy and the original grow.
And it was truly a barrier. I felt trapped inside, unable to make any effect on
my actions, and as Joseph moved us into a sixty nine position, I realized I was
about to miss the pleasure of what used to be my bestest friend giving me a blow
job seemingly all on his own.
As Joey's mouth swallowed me up, I could only scan his active thoughts to piece
together the source of this unexpected event. Meanwhile, the barrier prevented
very little of the pleasure he was giving me through, and that was easily
overwhelmed by the displeasure from knowing that Steven had fucked his mouth so
much it had imprinted into Joseph's brain as something Steven wished him to do.
Joseph had me roll onto my back, and his cock soon began plunging mercilessly
into my own throat. I was surprised to find my throat could take his size
without much stress, then remembered it must have been through this before
without my knowledge.
Joseph surprised me by not coming in my mouth. He instead had me stand up so he
could swiftly enter my willing ass. I was crying and screaming inside when I
felt Joey's mouth kissing my neck and shoulders as he fucked me. I wanted so
badly to tell him... It had felt so much like the old Joey as he did that, I...
I simply had never been so miserable in my life.
Then when he had me finish my blowjob on his freshly anal fucked cock, finally
cumming in my anxiously sucking mouth, I actually felt relieved by the
grossness, finding more comfort out of the cruel act than I thought possible
just from the simple knowledge that Joey would have never made me or anyone else
do that. Or so I believed.
We seemed to be waiting after he had gotten his breath back, and after a few
minutes of my voice telling him how much of an asshole I was, and how wonderful
he was, I nearly blacked out from shock when Suzi walked in.
But it wasn't my Suzi, any more than it was my Joey telling her to get on her
hands and knees for some ass fucking.
After that, I didn't have anything left to feel upset with. I simply watched as
Joey started to fuck her, then was only slightly surprised when Joseph had me
enter his ass. I didn't feel the least disgusted when Joey ordered me to fuck
her mouth until I came. We were just three sex slaves, one a little more free
than the rest, but all enslaved, not one of them feeling any discomfort, or
pleasure for that matter. Only I, trapped behind a mental barrier even
conceived there was something wrong with what was going on.
After Suzi and I had helped him dress, I suddenly found Joseph removing the
commands he had inserted in my fake personality. I hoped I would have some kind
of control again, but to my dismay I found that since the cover mind hadn't
learned anything I had discovered, we had grown apart too much for it to act as
I would wish.
But my heart leapt when my other self begged Joseph to let him give Suzi a kiss
goodbye, and surprisingly found Joseph agreeable to this.
As my hand stroked her cheek and I gazed at her with all my heart, I saw the
reason why he had allowed it. Suzi's eyes were as cold and dark as her dyed
hair, there being no trace of affection for me left within her.
I kissed her anyways, and for a moment I thought I had been the one to do it.
But instead of continuing to hold her as long as I could have, my other self let
her go and didn't even have to be told it was time to go.
My tears ran down my beaten face, finding my cover self and I in sync again for
a while. But as we entered through a normal door, Joseph took control of my
body, knowing I would react very badly to the sight of my mother laying
unconscious before me, strapped in tightly while Steven stood behind her
preparing a dose of his uncle's green drug.
And at that moment, I snapped, not having the strength or courage to go on
watching my loved ones continue to be destroyed before me. With all of my heart
and soul, I began willing myself to die. And as my mother awoke, my already
blurred vision blurred even more, my ears started to ring, and my body shuttered
involuntarily. Finding I was indeed having some effect, I took what remaining
will power and strength I had and focused everything on bringing my death upon
me.
Within seconds, the outside world faded from my senses just as my legs went out
beneath me. I knew I was succeeding, and even as I lost my ability to think
about what I was doing, I continued to drive my body to shut down. Somewhere in
my struggle to bring that final darkness over me, I felt that same symbol my
mother had used to stop my first suicide attempt get absorbed by my fake self.
And for a brief moment, I was thankful for that barrier between me and the real
world.
I don't know when my mind failed to function, but it wasn't able to finish off
my quest. Perhaps it simply couldn't overcome the medical treatment they
apparently had started to give me. For the next thing I knew, I found myself
waking up in a hospital bed, in a room with window, AND an open door.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Tim, the Teenage MC
By Rass Senip - Proofread by Evil Eye
Chapter XII: 10th Grade, Summer 1987
Part 2 - The Price of One's Soul
(mc, mf, anal)
I had really done it that time. My head hurt in ways I had never knew it could.
And the fact that I couldn't move a muscle didn't make me feel too good about my
condition. Not that I was complaining, mind you. I was alive, and apparently
rescued.
Actually, I could move a few muscles, but moments after I had opened my eyes, I
had to let them shut again because of the considerable strain I was feeling from
the simple act of holding them open.
I drifted in and out of sleep, once in a while finding a doctor or nurse in the
room checking my vital signs and doing other medical things. Oh, and this older
nurse gave me a sponge bath. That was... different. But I didn't attempt to
communicate anything to them. A few of them noticed I was conscious and would
say a few words, but I didn't have it in me to try and answer. Shit, I was
doing good just to keep my eyes open long enough for them to notice. Several
times I drifted back off to sleep while they were in mid sentence.
I think about five days passed before I discovered my mom in the room talking to
the doctor. It could have been five weeks or five hours as much as I seemed to
fade in and out of sleep, but five days should be about right. I don't think I
would have risked feeling the pain I felt for anyone else but her. I passed out
when I tried to touch her mind to let her know I was there.
When I awoke, she was right there beside me holding my hand. I managed to
squeeze my hand like four other people had tried to get me to do, and mom gave
it a kiss in response.
Over the next week, my mom and dad separately came to see me every day, always
trying to hide their exhaustion and stress. I had no clue why they were so
strung out now that Steven's mob was obviously no longer a threat. Mom
especially seemed to be more worried every time I saw her, and that started to
make me worry too.
It really sucks when you don't know what you're worrying about. It becomes
almost habit to worry about every little thing that crosses your mind. I
imagined I was a terminal case and would get worse until I died. I conjured up
the image of myself in that bed as an old man, having lived my life an invalid.
I eventually wondered if I really was free. Could my mom and dad have been
taken over and were only pretending to be their normal selves until I was strong
enough to be taken over too?
Nope. Two weeks after I had come out of my coma, my condition had improved
enough that my mom risked moving me to a room with two beds, and then filled the
other with a zombie-like Joey.
That completely erased any feelings that my mom and dad had been taken over. And
once Joey was hooked up to similar life support equipment that I was on, my mom
had him initiate a share link with me.
I managed to do what I had to do to let it form, then felt a wave of energy pass
through my head that is indescribable. I felt my mind healing at an
unbelievable rate, and just as the healing started to top out, five people
walked in and laid down on the floor. My mom directed Joey to include those
'volunteers' in the share link, giving my healing rate another boost with each
person added.
Within an hour, I was able to talk, and after three more I felt like my old self
again. I was completely astonished by my mother having taken control of nearly
forty different people to use in regenerating me. All those people had taken on
some of the damage my stroke had caused. At least that was what the doctors
were calling it. I'm still not sure if that was what it was.
My mom had made it clear I would have to wait until we left the hospital for me
to ask the thousand and one questions I had. I was dying all over again from
curiosity after my mom received a telephone call from my dad and she hurried the
checkout procedure with her powers.
Finally, after climbing into the limo and wearily sitting down in her seat, my
mom said, "Okay, Timmy. You can start asking now."
I had so many questions, I didn't know where to start. But then as the zombie
like Joey began undoing her pants and started eating my mom out in front of my
eyes, I easily made a decision of which question to ask first.
"What the hell is going on with you? I've never seen you be so free with your
powers before. What happened to using them only in life and death situations?"
"That's all over know. As soon as we found you and Joey had been kidnapped,
Charles managed to trick me into lowering my mental shield and took those
commands out. He did the right thing, otherwise we would have never gotten you
back. Joey, not so fast, sweetie. I only need to be relaxed. That's better."
"How _did_ you get me back?"
"After Joey took Suzi away, your father went to the Cabal and asked for their
help. They said no, but your father.."
"Wait. Who? The Cable?"
"No, honey. The Cabal. They're a... I was going to say organization, but from
the way they are acting now... It's a membership of telepaths who ensure the
mutes don't learn about us and start a witch hunt. They were the ones who
captured me and gave me to your father, and then made me unable to use my powers
when they forced him to let me go.
"When we saw how they had brainwashed Joey, your father went to Cabal, only to
be told it was our problem. Unless Steven' family attempted to take over
government officials, they would be considered just another family of a telepath
building their harem. It apparently isn't against the rules to take over other
telepaths, just usually very stupid to try with Cabal members because most have
formed allies with a few others. It is against the rules to start a war against
another telepath, but because only one person died, and that had been in a car
accident, we couldn't claim that either.
"But your father, being the business man he is, tried to make a deal with
them... And finally he found something to offer them in exchange for their
help."
She stopped there a moment, and I could see she was having a great deal of
trouble with what she was about to tell me. But what disturbed me even more
than her troubled face was the way she had started to slowly gyrate her crotch
against Joey's busy face. She was using his mouth like a toy or a device, just
like my father had done many times in front of me with his female slaves.
"Mom, let me look in your head so I can see what dad did to you," I said looking
in her eyes.
"Oh, honey. He didn't do anything but what I said he did. Joey, stop. I'm
sorry Timmy. I guess I have let some of my old ways come back to me. But your
father and I have been under a lot of stress lately, and not just because our
son was in the hospital.
"You do understand we couldn't do it by ourselves. Even with the two of us, we
couldn't take on the army of tranquilizing gunmen they had. Oh, I forgot to
tell you about our insider. You see, after Suzi was taken and before we went to
the Cabal, your father suddenly remembered who Penny was."
"Penny? What do you mean _who_ she was?"
"Well, I made the comment about how I couldn't believe I had allowed her in our
home last summer. Your father asked why, and I reminded him about your party
for your summer camp friends, and also about how much trouble he had gotten in
when he had made her his slave at the camp.
"Well, as soon as I said that, he ran out of the room and called his personal
assistant, Winton. Would you believe that he had Penny's location the whole
time?"
"WHAT!"
"Your father is a very smart man, if a bit forgetful. Every girl he makes his
slave calls in their location without knowing they are doing it every other
month just in case he wanted them again. Through Penny, we found out about
Joey's brainwashing, your condition, the security of their installations,
everything we needed to know. We even made her insist on giving you medical
treatment after Joey's beatings.
"And that's why we knew we couldn't do it alone. Oh, Timmy. I hated agreeing
to it, but we knew Joey was on his way for me, and we wouldn't have a better
chance to save you before they used that horrible drug on you. The members who
helped us wouldn't have done it without some sort of payment, and they have no
interest in money."
"What did you agree to! TELL ME!"
She sighed, placed her hands on my shoulders, then looked in my eyes and said
"Anyone that Steven's family had enslaved would be divided up equally between
the members who assisted us. Apart from Suzi, Joey, and Joey's parents... I'm
sorry honey. But they are all.."
"NO!! NO! NO! NO! You couldn't have! NO!!" I cried at the top of my lungs.
"I know! I'm sorry! But we couldn't let them use that drug on you! We HAD to
sacrifice the others to get you back! Don't you see that? There was no other
way."
"Yes there was! You should have let me die!" I sobbed. "I'd rather be dead
than have all those people... NO! We CAN'T LET THEM HAVE THEM!"
"Timothy Jasper Brandton, LISTEN to me!" my mother said suddenly very sternly.
In fact, I was shocked by her use of all three of my names. She hadn't said all
of them like that since the time I peed on the living room rug when I was eight.
"Your father and I have been working night and day ever since they finished
rounding up all of Steven's personnel, trying to keep order and make sure only
those who had been drugged into being slaves would be given away. We're
exhausted. Steven's family has over a two hundred people under their control,
and almost that many more who are insane. Some of them can be restored to
normal, but most of them can't be. And that includes Suzi, Joey, and his
parents."
"What?! Why do you say that? The twins swore they could undo the drug's
effects on Michael. How do you know they can't do the same for Joey, Suzi and
the rest?"
"Because we've already tried with Joey. The twins have been trying every day
since we took over. And the one person who knows more about what the twins can
do than the twins themselves said it wouldn't work. Gladius bred and raised the
twins and many others like them. If he says they can't do it, they can't."
"But.. Wait. Is he a member?"
"Yes, but before you go accusing him of lying just to get his hands on some
fresh livestock, Gladius has declined his share of the slaves. He helped us
because he wants you and Joey to go with him for a couple of days after all this
is over so he can assess your abilities, then depending on that have you give
him a supply of your sperm for research."
"Sperm? You mean I have to let him use my stuff to make new and improved sex
slaves? No thanks. No kid of mine will be sold as merchandise."
"Tim, you have no choice. It is part of the price for freeing you. In fact, if
it hadn't been for him, you wouldn't be here right now."
"Why? What did he do? No wait. First tell me how you saved me when you were
supposed to be defenseless."
She sighed, then said "We programmed Penny to unconsciously give me the wrong
injection. Instead of blocking my telepathy, she had given me the antidote to
it. The moment they woke me up, I sent your father the message that I was
awake. Most of the Cabal began taking over the complex while the rest of them
helped me to break through Joey's shield. You collapsed very nearly the exact
moment we had seized his mind, and if it hadn't been for Gladius, you would have
never made it to the hospital. I'm still not sure how he kept you alive."
I sat quietly for a few minutes absorbing all this, and my mind wandered to the
events before my capture.
"Did you find Jerry and Dana?" I asked.
"Yes, Dear. When you didn't come home for dinner and I couldn't feel you
anywhere, I called your father and he told me you had left to do Suzi's and
Joey's parents. After talking to Suzi and not getting an answer at Joey's, both
your father and I suspected what happened, and we found the two still asleep in
the bedroom.
"Jerry's starting to remember how to speak, and Dana has been resisting him when
he wants to have sex. We are pretty sure they will more or less return to
normal in time. Apparently they hadn't been given the drug long enough for the
effects to be permanent."
"That's good. OH! What about Mick, Scooter, and the rest? They were never
drugged, and ..."
"They are all back with their parents and they don't remember a thing. Tim, why
do you keep looking at Joey like that?"
"He still hates me. Whenever he looks at me, I can feel the hate and anger..."
I said with a slight tremor. I turned away from Joey's cold empty stare, and
looked out the window. "Where are we, anyway?" I said as I gazed upon the
jungle like vines covering the trees along the road. "And where are we going?"
"We're on our way to the facility you were kept in, and that's where most of
Steven's enslaved people are being held. It's only one of three estates in the
middle of nowhere Mississippi," she said, sounding very tired.
I suddenly felt fairly tired myself. I still had questions, but from the way my
mom was looking, I decided we both could use a nap. So I got up and struggled
to get the bed out. I couldn't believe how weak I was. My mom had to have Joey
help me, then was humiliated even more when I couldn't even get my socks off
without Joey's assistance.
It was good to get those itchy clothes off though. And when my mom got on the
bed after stripping her clothes off, I felt comforted in a way I hadn't felt for
a long time. I was caught off guard a moment when my mom started to kiss my
bare shoulder and neck, and for a moment felt concerned she was starting to come
on to me. But then she sighed happily and held me like she always does, and I
realized she had kissed me like that back when I was smaller, so let it go as
something innocent.
But my concern for my mother's new attitude came right back to me when I was
awoken by the sounds of her heavy breathing and a pair of slurpy sucking sounds
I knew very well.
That wasn't the first time I had seen Joey and my mom sixty nining, and deep
down I knew that the real Joey wouldn't mind her using him like that. It was
fact she was using him at all, though, that made me command my hardon to go
down. But as I was accessing Joey's mind, I realized Joey's zombie state had
been considerably altered to allow him some freedom in what he did. He had in
fact been the one who had started it, not my mother.
I looked at the clock on the limo cabin's stereo and saw we had been asleep for
almost an hour. Outside the window was the same sight of trees struggling to
survive a sea of vines which had covered them from their trunks to their
treetops. I sympathized with the poor trees, feeling a similar weight clinging
on me. So many people's chances of getting their freewill restored may have
been sacrificed for mine.
But even though I intended to try everything I could to stop that from
happening, I couldn't help but see things had worked out the only way they could
have under the circumstances. I felt I had been just as much a victim as any of
them, and I was simply the lucky one who had escaped the others' fate.
In other words, I shrugged off any feelings of being responsible for their
condition, and for the most part I was entirely correct for feeling that way.
Steven's family had been using different methods of brainwashing on people long
before they ever knew of me. And because of my involvement, they had been
stopped from continuing their horrible deeds.
It's funny how you can look at something someone else does and damn them for it,
even though your own parents were guilty of doing the same thing. Even I had
altered a few people without their permission, but I was arrogant enough to
believe it was in their best interests, and never felt that I had done something
wrong.
I tried my best to ignore their struggles to pleasure each other, finding myself
very uncomfortable even looking at Joey after what he had been through and later
what he had done. I was thinking about if we truly couldn't undo the drug's
affects, perhaps I would be better off trading Joey for someone less painful to
have around.
As I had told my mother, even under the tight control she had over Joseph's mind
and personality, I could still feel the anger and hatred within him. Like a
beam of coldness would suddenly envelope my body whenever his eyes fell on my
face, sometimes making me shudder, or more often just make me shiver.
But I knew if I ever gave him away like that, I would never forgive myself. I
would rather endure a lifetime of coldness than let him or Suzi become someone's
plaything. And just from the way my mother was acting after her lovely moaning
orgasm, I knew that was exactly what every able bodied person would become that
I wasn't able to protect.
And strangely enough, my concern seemed to shift to what would happen to Penny
and David. It wasn't until I noticed the trees had less and less vines on them
before I realized why I had focused on their fate. I had made a promise to do
whatever I could to help them, a promise to someone I felt I had to keep.
My mother called me back to the bed, then told me to lay down and close my eyes.
I felt Joey's coldness on me as my mom began rubbing my chest, and after a
minute or two of withstanding his gaze, I started to feel her caresses a bit
more, and soon wasn't feeling discomforted by Joey's cold stare at all.
I was just starting to slip into the dreamy state of being half asleep as my
mother kissed my cheek several times. I was so warm and content that I didn't
even think about how her kisses were getting longer and lower. I was enjoying
her touches and kisses, never once thinking there could be anything sexual about
them. I trusted my mother's integrity more than my own, mostly because she had
been the one who had given me my ideas of what was right and wrong.
So when I suddenly felt her high state of arousal just before she groped the
hardon I hadn't realized I had, I suddenly felt scared of my mother, the woman I
had trusted my entire life.
I cringed away from her touch as I whimpered, "No, please?" and instantly saw
her transform back into the woman I knew.
"I'm sorry baby.. I don't know what I was.. Oh honey," she said seeing me
shaking all over.
"Don't EVER do that again!" I said with a surge of anger and grief. "If you
ever want me to trust you again, lower that damn shield and let me IN!"
Without a word, she did just that. I spent the rest of our trip looking for
something that wasn't there. She had been right about my father not adjusting
her. All I could find was the meager attempt to ensure she wouldn't lose the
attraction for him she had before he undid the Cabal commands.
I didn't even feel curious about where we were when the limo stopped and its
engine was shut off. I was in the mists of comprehending that the morals and
integrity my mother had taught me all those years had partially been from her
programming and not from her true self.
In fact, several of the things those commands had made her believe in had very
nearly been obliterated by the release of her incredible sex drive. My mother
was such a sexual creature that, using the braces analogy, not only had most of
her 'teeth' already start to move back to their original positions, a few of
them had already completed their reversal and were moving further away.
She was losing control of her desires, just like she had right before she had
started gathering men to pleasure her night and day. But my mother had never
been a heartless woman. During her life as a mistress, she never once took a
man who had a wife or children, never once abused them physically or made
incapable to make decisions for themselves. She had kept her values for the
well being of others, always believing that the ones she had made her slaves
were happier and better off as her sexual toys.
The greatest change in my mother's personality had been the weakening of her
respect for other's right to choose. The key to my admiration and respect of my
mother's judgment had been forced upon her by the Cabal, and now appeared to be
in danger of being lost forever. It was as if the woman I had known all my life
was battling a deadly disease, but this disease was actually her true nature
starting reassert itself.
I had been busily getting my clothes on while thinking about this, and stepped
out of the limo just as a man with a toupee on top of his head reached us.
"Master Timothy," he said respectfully before sticking his head inside to say,
"Mistress Samantha, Master Charles wishes me to inform you he was able to delay
the auction until tomorrow morning. Master Patrick insists you have Master
Timothy scanned by the Inquisitor immediately. I am to accompany him to the
Inquisitor, then return him to your care afterwards."
"I can assure them that I have done a complete scan of him myself, and I would
know if his mind had been tampered with better than either Patrick or the
Inquisitor could. He just got out of the hospital three hours ago. Must he
have to be put through that so soon?"
"I'm afraid so, Mistress. Master Patrick was quite clear on the matter. Before
he is allowed to interact with the others, he has to be cleared of any
possibility that he could somehow be part of a larger ploy."
"What's going on, mom?" I asked, finding the topic of the conversation not
sounding too pleasant.
"Gordie, if anything happens to him, I'll hold you responsible," she said,
looking at me with a distant look in her eyes. Then she snapped out of it and
said, "Don't worry, Tim. If there is anyone in the Cabal that I trust, it's the
Inquisitor. And Gordie here."
"Uhm, any particular reason why you trust this Inquisitor dude?"
"Did you find any meddling in my head?" she asked.
"No. You know I didn't," I said. Then I thought to myself, "Or at least nothing
by anyone I didn't know."
"The Inquisitor is the strongest among us, and is a guardian of sorts. One of
the things he does is scan telepaths who deal with the Cabal to ensure the
safety of the group. I think he also assesses everyone's mental strength just
to make sure he could break through their defenses in case he has to. Isn't
that right, Gordie?"
"Not a precise definition of his job, but adequate for Master Timothy's
understanding for now. Mistress, the Inquisitor is waiting.."
"Tim, go with him and do what they tell you. Don't make a fuss. The sooner you
get this over with the better."
"Oh, all right. But I don't like it," I said frowning.
"This way, Master Timothy," Gordie said, indicating towards a collection of
buildings next to the giant warehouse.
It was hot outside, and for some reason the limo had stopped in the middle of
the parking lot which was only a quarter filled. So as Gordie and I walked, I
started to feel somewhat light headed since I hadn't completely recovered yet.
"I'm sorry for the walk, Master Timothy. Master Patrick insisted that you 'feel
the sun beat down on you just to let you know you're mortal.' I'm afraid Master
Patrick doesn't think very highly of you."
"Huh? Why? What did I do?"
"Oh, don't take it personally. He doesn't care for anyone that he feels is
weaker than he is yet he isn't allowed to make a toy out of. He absolutely
hates me for the same reason."
When he didn't explain his comment, I attempted to access his thoughts to figure
out what exactly he had meant. But to my surprise I found a mental barrier up,
and that my probe had not gone unnoticed.
"You may find it wise for you to ask the others before attempting to probe them.
I, on the other hand, will allow you to examine my mind if you feel that it is
necessary."
"Uhm, no. That's okay. Sorry about that. From the way you keep calling
everyone Master and Mistress I thought..."
"You thought I was a mute," he finished for me. "I knew that. Most people make
the same mistake. I am a servant of the Cabal. I have no other life now but to
serve the will of my Masters and Mistresses. But I do this of my free will. My
Voice is too weak to survive without the other's protection."
This time it was my turn to remain quiet, not knowing what to say or ask, plus
the fact that I was having trouble keeping my head from spinning made me
concentrate on just keeping my balance. So you can imagine I was very grateful
when we finally arrived at the door and entered into the air conditioning.
Gordie led me to the second closest door and said, "I will remain out here until
the Inquisitor is finished with you, then I will take you to your mother and
father inside the warehouse where you can rest," then promptly knocked and
opened the door.
I walked into the small office, finding a man staring straight at me smoking a
pipe. His eyes held a sense of intelligence, and I could feel how strong his
deep moral beliefs were and that they were struggling with something. I almost
felt sorry for his internal dilemma, but I also felt his conviction to carry out
his latest task and take whatever course of action required if there was a
problem. And since I was that task, his greatest concern was if he would have
kill me, something he was attempting to not think about.
All this I felt out with my empathic senses, having taken Gordie's words to
heart about unauthorized probes.
Seeing I was slightly uneasy, or perhaps because I was looking a bit pale, he
said, "Please sit down son. I'm not going to hurt you."
"You hope," I said under my breath.
He blinked at my words a moment since he apparently just thought the same thing
to himself, then discarded them as simply coincidence.
"Do you understand what I'm going to do?" he asked a moment later.
"You're going to scan me, and then see how strong I am or something,"
"Actually, it's the other way around. I want you to do everything in your power
to stop me from scanning you. Then if I can't... Well, we'll just have to see
if that happens and go from there. Do you think you're up to it?"
"No, but that doesn't matter. If you want to see how strong I am when I'm back
to normal, you'll get a fight worth your time. But right now, can't I just let
you in and get it over with? Otherwise you might have to have Gordie bring in a
mop when my brain explodes."
"How about you try your best without hurting yourself for now, all right?" he
said, tapping his pipe out and setting it down on the desk.
"Okay," I said. "Uhm, you're not going to tell anyone about anything...
embarrassing, are you?"
"I'm sure you haven't done anything nearly as embarrassing as some of the other
voices I've scanned. You don't have anything to worry about."
"Unless you find something you don't like... Well, I don't think that will
happen, so... Okay. I'm ready as I'll ever be."
I immediately felt a pressure against my mental barrier that seemed to come from
every direction. I could tell he was just letting me get focused on resisting
his probe, and even though I was having to strain at it a little, it was quite
clear that he wasn't even trying yet.
He slowly built the pressure up, giving me every chance to make my best effort,
and he was actually starting to put some work into it when I felt I was pushing
myself a little too hard. Figuring he would find out about it soon enough, I
decided to try giving him a run for his money in a different way than he was
expecting.
As my eyes found his, I quickly formed an empathic connection and immediately
felt his deep regret and guilt for something he had to have done. But as I felt
my own defenses starting to fail, I attempted to knock him off guard by sharing
my side of the link with him.
While it did startle him... It didn't phase him enough to make the pressure on
my mind waver in the least.
I couldn't take the strain any longer, so I shut down both the empathic link and
my barrier to let him in. At least my empathic abilities had told me his
intentions where honest enough to not worry about any deceit.
I tried to ignore him as he probed every corner of my mind. It was very
uncomfortable to have a stranger looking so deep into my being, but after a
while I focused my attention on his mind, finding there was a tiny hole in his
own barrier where his powerful probe must have been coming from.
His own attention wasn't on my current thoughts, so for a little while I got
bits and pieces of what was troubling him. I found that just a few months ago
he had ordered to have someone assassinated, something he agonized over ever
since the report came back it had been carried out successfully.
I was just getting into a few of the details, like it was a 'rogue voice' that
had taken over a shopping mall and was about to commit mass murder, when he
noticed my intrusion in his own affairs and quickly cut me off.
Or more accurately, cut my own powers off, making them completely inaccessible
to me like while I had been drugged. But even the mighty Inquisitor couldn't
turn my empathic abilities off. Not that they would tell me anything I was
curious to know.
So I sat there waiting what seemed like forever, and eventually was fighting to
stay awake. I was just starting to drift off when he gasped and suddenly
discontinued his scan.
"What? Did you find something?" I asked, feeling panicked from the way the
Inquisitor appeared shakened up.
"Just... Give me a moment," he said, wiping his brow. As he filled his pipe
and lit it, he recovered his wits and released my telepathic abilities.
After three or four good puffs, he sat back to stare at me for a few moments,
then said "I apologize for scaring you like that. Your mind is free of
tampering."
"Whew," I said, sitting back in my chair also. "For a minute there I though
Steven had done something to me."
He sat silently smoking his pipe, seeming to be waiting for me to ask him
something. So I did.
"Who was it?"
"Who?" he said, genuinely surprised.
"The telepath you had killed. Who was it?"
He paused in his puffing, then took three quick puffs on his pipe before saying,
"Just some crazy kid letting his voice condemn his soul. He wasn't much older
than you... Powerful, though. Much more powerful than I was, and that's why he
had to be put down. I couldn't let all those innocents die. Now how about
instead of trying to fix my problems, why don't you ask me what you really want
to know."
"Why not tell me since you already know what I'm going to ask," I said, feeling
a bit cranky.
"All right," he said after a couple thoughtful puffs. "But let me say a few
things first that might be a bit more helpful to you.
"I admit that I expected you to be a lot like the young rogue I had to deal
with, and that's why I tried to intimidate you earlier. I apologize for that.
You're nothing like that... creature. In fact, I'm very... pleased to see how
well you've treated others. You're not without your faults, but considering the
opportunities you've had, you've done very well.
"And it appears the Lord feels this way too. I found the memory of His touch. I
pray He doesn't take my intrusion to be out of disrespect. I had no idea."
I sat there blinking at him a few moments, feeling his sincerity and faith. I
couldn't believe the powerful Inquisitor was humbled by a simple dream I had, a
dream which I had reservations about. Yes, it had been extraordinary, and
perhaps it had been God who had 'touched' me as he said. But then why did I
have such strong doubts about it? Surely he had found the feeling of
individuality to its touch.
But faith has a way of letting one step around things like that I suppose.
That's why it's called faith. If there was nothing to contradict the existence
of God, then it would be a simple matter of fact, not faith. And I have found
that faith can pull you through when the facts have left you with no reason to
go on. But only a fool depends on faith alone. Like they say, God helps those
who help themselves. Or something like that anyway.
We talked a little about how difficult it was to resist the temptations of what
our powers constantly provided. I was very much at ease with him by the time I
left with Gordie. I had made a friend out of the most powerful member in the
Cabal. I wondered if I would make any others. When Gordie led me into the
warehouse, I quickly decided it wasn't very likely.
It was a mad house for sure. I had learned that only fourteen Cabal members
actually had helped with the takeover, but nearly thirty of them plus their
staff were there to look over the prizes. Apparently the original fourteen had
decided they couldn't possibly take them all in, and had set up an auction and
included other members who they had either owed a favor to, or wished to have
the reverse.
I can't tell you how hard it was to just keep walking with Gordie as men, women,
and even a few children were being tried out by the numerous Cabal slaves that
were sampling the goods for their masters. While I didn't actually see anyone,
I could feel them inside the cells, some of them willingly performing the sexual
acts, but many of them not so willingly.
Then I saw two identical and very familiar nude backsides that were slurping on
two different men standing side by side. I walked up to them and slipped my
hands around both of their waists, saying, "You two just couldn't resist a
little sample, could..."
I stopped in mid sentence as the two twin girls stared blankly at me, not a sign
of recognition in their eyes. And quite frankly I didn't recognize them either.
While they had the motions and bodies of my twins, they had completely different
faces, having found two pairs of oriental eyes staring at me.
"I... I'm sorry. I.." I stuttered. But just as I realized I still had my arms
around their waists, their indifferent attitude towards me suddenly changed. I
found myself pinned between the two as they struggled to remove my clothes.
"Hey!.. Wait just one... Oh! Ohhhh.. Ahhhhh..." I sighed as the first began
her nursing. I couldn't help it. I had gone so long without feeling the twin's
wonderful mouths. I didn't even resist them lowering me to the ground and then
taking turns sucking my ecstatically happy dick
"Looks like you're somewhat a celebrity," Gordie said as a pair of young blond
twins arrived and struggled to get their turn to nurse.
"Huh?" I said, finding myself too happy to think.
Another set of twins walked up, these being much older and seemed to have some
kind of authority over the others. As the senior pair of twins crouched down,
the other four unhappily moved out of the way and watched as they took over.
I, at the time, was somewhere three miles up in the clouds, not really noticing
the changing of mouths. I didn't even hear how noisy the crowd of gathering
watchers was becoming, and never noticed several of the Cabal shouting to their
twins and at each other, joking and complaining about how they had never seen
their twins go after someone like that.
But all that came to an end when a man's voice seemingly broke the string
holding me in orbit with the simple word, "Enough."
As I crashed back to earth, all seven pairs of twins who had been waiting their
turn obediently sought out their masters, including the senior pair who
apparently were the property of the man who had caused my crash and burn.
While I shook my head to clear my senses, I heard someone say, "Looks like
Gladius's girls have a boy friend. Eh, Gladius?"
I turned my head to look at the 'creator' of Joy and Honey, finding him to be an
unremarkable looking man, even with the two middle aged yet still very sexy twin
women standing on each side of him.
With my hardon still standing straight out, I turned my attention towards
getting my clothes back on, red faced as the jokes continued to circle around.
My hardon didn't make things easier, and it wasn't about to go down while I was
being bombarded by an untold number of offers for sex by the eight pairs of
twins all around me. Of course no one but they and myself even suspected the
offers were being made, for most of them were busily making up to their masters
for their disobedience. All but the oldest pair were in the mists of fucking or
sucking their masters as they continued their hailing me for sex.
I managed to respond to each one, politely declining their offer with a sense of
loyalty towards my own pair of twins, especially since I hadn't evened up the
score with Honey by taking her other cherry. I guess they understood because by
the time Gordie led me away, I only felt their steady feelings of friendliness
towards me. Wow, that was a close one.
Gordie led me to one of the containing rooms, and I recognized Simon standing
next to the controls that operated the wall/door. He nodded to me and hit the
switch, and as soon as the wall started to open, I heard the familiar sounds of
my parents fucking.
Gordie insisted I enter, and for the first time I witnessed my parents fucking
with my own eyes. Somehow I had managed to avoid seeing that scene before,
knowing I would get sick from the sight. But after the episode with all those
twins, I didn't feel sick at all. I was just down right horny.
My mother was in her favorite position, taking my dad's cock up her ass doggy
style. I realized that I had also had never actually witnessed my mother's ass
in action before, and my horniness was temporarily satisfied when I moved around
to get a better view.
Dad gave me a look that said he was getting ready to cum, and I knew from the
many nights of listening to her moaning that this would be good. My mom's moans
sometimes would make me shoot my rocks off clear to the ceiling, especially
those nights when we had started to stay at the North mansion on the weekends.
Even the twins couldn't stop me from shooting those nights.
I swear I hadn't a thought in my head about joining in. After spending three
months naked in a room similar to the one we were in, I just simply couldn't
stand my clothes any longer, and that's why I started pulling my clothes off as
fast as I could.
By the time I had stripped, my mother was moaning her head off, and my dad was
starting to join in a little. I had never really heard his moans those nights.
My mom's easily drowned them out. I was jerking myself off from the passion
filling my ears, and couldn't resist my mother's call. But I only went to her
to find what she wanted, not expecting anything like what she had in mind.
The moment her mouth closed around my anxious cock, I started to cum hard. My
legs buckled, and I sank to my knees, my mind lost in the stars I was seeing
during my orgasm.
My parent's orgasm occurred unnoticed by me. I think I might have even passed
out a few moments. But as soon as my senses came back to me, I was horrified to
find my mom nursing on my cock as my dad pulled his out of my mother's ass.
"Mom.." I said very shakily and weakly.
"I wish I had a picture of this," my dad said, watching my mother suck on me.
"It's about time you two did that. It just seemed so unnatural the way you both
avoided having sex with each other."
"MOM!" I said much louder.
She stiffened and opened her eyes in shock, afraid to move for a moment. Then
she slowly pulled herself back until my deflated dick fell out of her mouth and
said, "I can't believe..."
"Mom, I think..." I said shaking all over again. "I need to go lay down. I
don't feel good," and managed to reach out to Simon's mind to have him open the
door again.
I rushed out of the room with my mother calling my name. I quickly made Simon
hit the close, knowing it would have to finish closing before my mom would be
able to have Simon open it again.
I wanted to be alone. I needed to be alone. I just couldn't take it.
Everything I had believed in, everyone who was closest to my heart had been
changed so much while I had been locked away from them. And when I saw an open
room without anyone in it, I hit the switch and barely got through the door
before it sealed shut.
I found myself in a room meant for three occupants, and was virtually just like
the two I had spent most of my imprisonment in. But this room had plastic
padded beds instead of the stainless steel, and for that I was grateful. I laid
down and focused on concealing my location from the weak probes I was starting
to feel.
After the probes had stopped, I let myself drift off to sleep. I was in the
middle of a not too pleasant dream about Holly having been captured and drugged
when I was awakened by the wall opening up.
"I want to be left alone!" I called out, expecting my mother to walk in.
But to my surprise it was the Inquisitor who replied, "I only came to tell you
there is an old blind voice here wishing to see you. He wouldn't let me scan
him, but I did it anyway. He's a little upset that I did that, and I think you
better come see what he wants so he leaves without starting something."
"I'm not dressed," I said, my voice cracking from my emotions.
"I'll send someone to retrieve them," he said, still not entering the room.
"Would you like to talk about it?"
I felt like I was going to have to let it out somehow, feeling myself at the
edge of exploding with emotion. So after letting out a reeeeaaaalllly long
sigh, I said softly, "Yeah. I guess so."
The rather tall man walked in carefully, not expecting trouble, just not wanting
to disturb the balance of the room or something.
"Why did you lock yourself up in one of these?" he said as he examined the
grilled floor below him. "I would have though you wouldn't ever want to enter
another of these rooms as long as you lived."
"I guess I'm just used to it. I wanted to be alone, and I've never been more
alone than while I was cooped up in one of these by myself."
He sat down on the bed nearest to the door, then after a few moments of hearing
the noise outside, I looked up at him as the wall started to shut.
The large man took his shoes off and stretched out on the flat bed. I turned my
head back to stare up at the softly lit ceiling, and the two of us spent a few
minutes listening to the quiet hum of machinery.
(I never did find out where that hum came from. It didn't belong to the air
system or lights. I now wonder if it was just there to block out any noises
that could have leaked in from outside the room, especially from the way
everything got quiet except for that hum when the wall sealed.)
"Your mother is a very sexy woman, you know," he said suddenly. "Many men
wouldn't hesitate to have sex with her if she was their mother."
"But it's wrong," I said surprisingly calm like. "Before my dad took out those
Cabal commands, she always believed in that and made sure I did too. But now.."
"Do you believe she was better off before?"
"Yes. No. I don't know. It always bothered me that she was made to never use
her powers except to save herself or me. I offered several times to take them
out, but she always said it was best to leave them there. She knew she would
fall back into being the way she was, and it looks like she was right. I guess
I wish my dad hadn't removed them."
After a few more minutes of the quiet humming, he softly said, "I only wanted to
give her a second chance at living a life God meant her to live."
"You did it? I always thought my dad had been the one to actually do it. I
knew it wasn't his idea or anything, but.."
"Your mother was my first truly difficult assignment after joining the Cabal. My
predecessor insisted before he turned the title of Inquisitor over to me that I
have at least one challenging experience to truly test my ability to handle the
job. We didn't know she had your father. Between the two of them, I nearly
became another one of your mother's men.
"I have something to confess to you. I never told my predecessor that while I
was busy defending my mind from their attack, she took my body over and made me
enter her rectum. Ever since that day, I've had to fight off my desire to
experience that again. She truly is a magnificent woman when it comes to sex.
May the Lord forgive me, but the real reason I had forced your father to release
her was to have the chance of doing it again. But I didn't. Instead I gave her
some of my faith in the Lord's ways."
There was another period of silence, then I asked, "Do you think if I tricked
her into letting me in her head you could show me how to restore those
commands?"
"It would have been wrong to suggest something like that to you, but that was
what I had in mind. I can not do it without an official reason, but you, as her
son, have more of a right to do something like that than anyone else. However,
I can not say it would be THE right thing to do. Only you can decide if your
mother would be better off that way, and if she or the Lord would ever forgive
you."
"I guess that means I need to think about it," I sighed. "I wish none of this
ever happened. Nothing good has come out of any of this. Nothing."
"Gordie is waiting outside with your clothes, and I believe your visitor has
stopped ranting for a while so you could go see him without having to arm
yourself. I will be leaving tomorrow after the auction, so if you wish for me
to assist you, it will have to be before the auction begins."
Once the wall opened up, the Inquisitor quietly got up and put his shoes on.
As he walked to the door to leave, I said, "I guess I was wrong."
"Hmm? What about?"
"One thing good came out of this. I met you."
"Thank you. I, however, am probably even more grateful to have met someone who
hasn't been... corrupted by their Voice. That's how you think of it, isn't it?
You're a good Christian, Timothy. Don't let yourself forget that."
"Hey," I said just as he passed through the break in the wall.
When he stuck his head in, I asked, "Do you have a name besides 'Inquisitor'?"
For the first time since I met him, the large man actually blushed a bit, then
smiled.
"Same as your father's, actually," he said. "And as it happens, I almost could
have _been_ your father," he added as he disappeared around the corner and was
gone.
Gordie came in with my clothes as I wiped the little smile off my mouth. He
waited patiently as I dressed, then led me back to another building connected to
the warehouse where an old man with sealed eyelids sat fuming on a bench in a
small waiting room.
As soon as I entered the room, he said, "It's about time! Where's the other
one!"
"Huh? What other one?" I asked looking over my shoulder finding Gordie had
left.
"What other one he says," he mumbled before bellowing "The ONE you were SUPPOSED
to trade me for HIM!"
I looked over to where he was pointing, and had to sit down from the shock.
"Oh my God," I said, finding my voice a whisper.
"Don't oh my God me! I've been around too long for you to try and tell me you
forgot! Just save your excuses for someone who will accept them. You are
supposed to trade me a nice big fellow with lots of muscles and a big you know
what for this scrawny thing. I couldn't get a single woman in bed without
having to make them like him. What you want with him, I'll never know."
I had been looking at the extremely thin body of Michael as the old man spoke,
noticing how Michael's facial expression followed the old man's voice's
inflections. Michael was just standing there watching me, his mind dormant as
the old man controlled his body, using him like a second pair of eyes. Or more
like a second body all together.
"Where did you find him, and who told you to bring him here, to me?" I asked.
"WHAT? Great horns of... No! It's not important! I've already come too far out
of my way to finish this deal, and I want to see his replacement! NOW!"
"Calm down! I don't have a replacement for... Wait. How long is it before you
get tired and want a fresh body?"
"Ohhh no you don't! I'm not going to fall for that again. That's what got me
into this mess in the first place. No deals. When I walk out of here, I don't
want any strings attached. Period. Now, I was told you would have a large
selection available if I wasn't satisfied with your pick. I would like to see
them now."
"All right. I guess we can figure something out. Come on," I said getting up.
As the three of us walked very slowly to the warehouse, I was deep in thought
about what I would have to do to get him to release Michael. For the time
being, I wasn't going to worry about the circumstances of how Michael had come
to be there, just how I was going to keep him there. I was getting sick to my
stomach thinking about having to trade someone for him. I wasn't a slave
trader, and I hoped I didn't have to ever be one, not even for a second.
We were about to enter the section where the slaves were kept when one of the
Cabal members decided I had no business going in there.
"Where do you think you're going?" the rather large and deep voiced man said.
He was at least six foot tall, and could have easily flatten the three of us in
one stroke. But I wasn't intimidated by him. Or at least not that much. Okay,
so he intimidated me. The guy could swallow me whole, for Pete's sake.
"Uhm, we're going to see the prisoners," I said a bit meekly.
"I can see that. What makes you think you can just take this bag of bones over
there without permission?"
"Bag of Bones? Look, you big gallute," the old man raved, "I was turning
housewives into seductresses long before you were born! Why I could turn you
into a.."
"Hey.. Hang on a second," I said to the pair of them. "I see someone who will
give me 'permission'. Just don't let him leave." I said to the Cabal member
while indicating Michael.
As the old man started to rant and rave again, I ran across a big open area and
through a small crowd of slaves after the Inquisitor, nearly running right into
him while he was speaking to another member on the other side of the crowd.
"Hey... You have to help me," I said out of breath.
"What's wrong?" he said looking at me concerned. "Are you ill?"
"No.. Just.. come with me?" I said as I reached out to grab his hand.
But instead, he took my hand to catch me when I lost my balance from dizziness,
then lowered me to the floor where I put my head between my knees.
Once the world had stopped spinning around me, I struggled back to my feet only
to have him say, "Why don't you rest another minute and tell me why you're in
such a hurry to get shipped back to the hospital."
My head had started spinning again, so I reluctantly sat back down and said,
"Michael. He's alive and here. We have to trade for him. Please?"
"Michael. Michael who?"
I looked up at him with a mixed expression of exasperation and pain.
"From the dream, remember?" I said.
His face found comprehension, and then he helped me back to my feet saying,
"Where?"
Just as I feared, the three of them were not where I had left them. I was about
to yell out for them when I thought of a better idea.
"What are you doing," the Inquisitor said a few moments after I had sat back
down on the ground and started concentrating.
Since my pulse was already ready, I answered him by letting it go. My head was
pounding afterwards, but it located all three of them in a nearby cell.
I carefully looked up, pointed to the cell and said, "They're in that one."
The Inquisitor left me sitting there, and somehow I managed to get back on my
feet without anyone's help and sort of half walked, half fell after him. When I
got close enough to the cell to see the controls, the door was just beginning to
open and I started to pick up very highly aroused emotions coming from within.
By the time I had caught up with the Inquisitor, I was sporting a healthy woody
despite my slight dizziness.
I felt my friend next to me suddenly become official like, then he bellowed into
the room, "What is going on in here! These slaves are not.. Oh. I didn't see
you there Malcolm."
The man who had stopped us several minutes ago was now completely nude and
erect, and still had one of the girls trying to lick his ass as he walked up to
us with a bright look in his eyes.
"Ah, my boy. I think I have made my selection. He has quite a body, hasn't he.
And he has Voice! This will make things much easier for me."
"You.. You took him over?" I said with an astonished smile on my face.
"Nothing to it, my boy. Now, since this other young fella here isn't of any
used to me any longer.."
"Now wait a minute," the Inquisitor said. "I'm not sure I can allow you to just
walk out of here with Malcolm under your control. He is a member of the High
Senate of the Cabal, and onnneee oooffffff mmmmmmmmmmmmmyyyyyyyyyy......"
I looked at Charles to find him seemingly frozen in place. He wasn't dead,
just... not moving.
"Now, my boy. Do we have a deal? As you can see, I'm sort of in the middle of
things," Malcolm said pointing to his large dick.
"I don't know. He might not like me going behind his back like this," I said,
pulling my eyes away from his pulsing member to look up at the frozen Inquisitor
again.
"Pshaw. I can make him love the idea. I'll even tell you a little secret. He
never even scanned me."
"He didn't? What, you made him think?... Heh. Hmmm. Okay, but could you make
sure he never finds out that I agreed to it? I wouldn't want to make him mad at
me."
"My boy, I'll even give you these lovely girls to keep for your own. Malcolm
here has hundreds of lovelies just waiting for me back at his estate. So if you
will excuse me for a while. I'd like to finish what I started before I go to my
new home."
"Uhm, what about Michael?"
"Who? Oh, him. Yes, yes, he's all yours," the voice of Malcolm said just as
Michael sank slowly to the floor unconscious.
I went over to the body of my friend, and carefully examined him before
attempting to wake him up. But before I could, I suddenly found myself,
Michael, and the Inquisitor all standing outside the closed cell.
As Michael sank back down to the ground, the Inquisitor said, "Well, I have work
to do. Make sure you keep your friends out of the slaves for now on. I
wouldn't want to make one of the others give him up after they caught him in
there."
"Uhm, yeah. Thanks," I said as I remote controlled Michael to stand up.
Michael's mind was in a state of deep sleep, and appeared to have been like that
for a long time. His body was.. well, it was in one piece, but besides that it
wasn't in very good shape. His leg muscles especially seemed to have trouble
walking or even standing for long periods, and you could see nearly every bone
he had through his skin.
I attempted to wake his mind up, but I quickly realized that I had no idea how
to do that. His personality, memories, and everything else was there, just not
accessible to his conscious mind. So without much hesitation, I sought out my
mother, hoping she would know what to do with him and not make too big of a fuss
about what happened earlier.
I located my mother in the private quarters she and my father had been staying
in, along with Suzi, Joey, his parents, and apparently where I myself would be
staying also. My mom was talking with Gladius about other possible treatments
for them, and while I didn't think Gladius would possibly be interested in
Michael, I didn't want to take the chance and left him in a empty room nearby.
While I approached them, I suddenly realized that Gladius didn't feel... human.
He felt like a blank wall to my empathic senses, not letting anything out beyond
the "nothing to see here, move along" that he always seemed to be emitting. I
wondered if he knew how strongly it made him stand out to empaths. Regular
people would completely ignore him, finding nothing remarkable about him. But
to me he stuck out like a sore thumb. I wondered why he hadn't seemed that way
to me earlier.
I slid in the door, trying to appear as if I wanted to draw as little attention
to myself as possible. As I hoped, they both not only noticed my entrance, but
my mother politely asked Gladius if he would mind finishing up their talk at a
later time.
His eyes tried to determine my state of mind, and must have bought the
appearance that I was miserable. I think the kicker was when I leaned my back
up against the wall, chin against my chest, breathing through my slightly open
mouth, glancing up at them from the carpet every once in a while, then sadly
look back down. Joey had taught me that one back in the fifth grade, but I
hadn't used it until then, even when Joey had discovered it really drove the
chicks nuts.
So Gladius left without a fuss, and while my mom started to stew about what to
say to me, I whispered, "Are they all asleep?" indicating the two bedrooms where
Suzy, Joey, and his parents were being kept.
"Yes, they should be," she said quietly with a frown.
"Okay. Whatever you do, don't get too excited or upset, okay?"
"All right.." she said, her frown turning upside down in surprise.
Even after my warning, my mom still gasped pretty loudly, and had to sit down on
the small couch when Michael walked in.
"How?" she finally asked.
"I don't know. This old blind telepath brought him here to trade for someone
bigger to use as a second body or something. I can't figure out what is wrong
with him. He's asleep in a way I can't understand," I said, stifling a yawn as
I sat down on the couch next to her.
"Well, I'll take a look at him a little bit later, but right now I have to... Oh
Timmy. Why don't you just go in there and see them," she said, noticing my
worried glances at the bedroom doors.
"But what about Michael," I said before yawning again.
"He isn't going anywhere, and neither are you. You need a nap, but if you like,
I'll take Joey with me so you and Suzi can be alone."
I looked up at my mom's face, finding my eyes were very heavy feeling, but I
could tell she wasn't telling me everything.
"You're hiding something," I simply said.
My mom sighed, then said, "You don't need to worry about it until after your
nap. I'll tell you then, I promise. I need to leave and take care of a few
things. Am I taking Joey or not?"
I looked back over at the closed door, wanting very much to see her, alone, and
preferably in the dark so I wouldn't notice her blacked look. I was scared,
however, to find nothing left of the Suzi I knew, and was about to say no when
Joey came out and followed my mother out the door.
"Well, at least the room is dark," I said as I got up off the couch and started
to take my clothes off one more time.
As I approached my fallen angel on the bed, she suddenly sensed my presence and
sat up with a gasp of fear.
"Suzi, it's okay. It's only me, Timmy."
I received no response beyond the steady pulsing of her fear, and I realized she
not only didn't know who I really was, but thought I was going to rape her.
"Oh, Suzi," I said with my eyes filling with tears. "I wish I could have
stopped them from.... I wish you had been.... I'm sorry, Suz. I'm just so
sorry."
I got down on my knees at the edge of the bed, putting my hands and chin on the
mattress, watching her as I wept for my poor love. Suzi slowly relaxed, then
was silently trying to comfort me by touching my cheeks with the back of her
hand.
I told her about us, about the three of us, sometimes having trouble speaking
for the tears. I went on and on about everything we had done, and by the time I
ran out of tears and my voice had started breaking up, Suzi had her head laying
less than a foot from mine, listening even when my voice became a whisper.
I was still on my knees, feeling my back ache and my knees hurting after staying
in that same position for so long. And after crying like that, tired doesn't
even start to describe the exhaustion I felt.
After I laid down on the floor and stretched, I found myself perfectly
comfortable as I was and closed my eyes to sleep. But a moment later, I heard
Suzi moving about on the bed so I lifted my head to see what was going on.
"Are you sure?" I asked, overjoyed with her obvious invitation to join her in
the bed.
"Yes," she said in breathy whisper, then mirrored the smile I had on my face
with her own weak one.
I crawled under the covers next to her, trying to be careful not to make any
sudden or threatening moves. I could feel her terror of having an unauthorized
bed partner, but she still had her compassion for the well being of others, even
for someone who she had been made believe was an enemy.
We laid in the bed facing each other, Suzi appearing relaxed but actually ready
to flee at a moment's notice. There was at least two feet of space between us,
but I could feel her breath, her heartbeat, even the blinking of her eyes
without any help from my special senses. I wanted very badly to just reach out
and hold her, but I knew that would have sent her flying for sure.
While I was fighting to stay awake and stretch out the time I had with her, our
eyes made contact, and a moment later we felt the empathic connection form.
My emotions started to flow all over again, and as my dry eyes tried to make a
few more tears, I was overjoyed when Suzi moved towards me for a hug.
This time we both cried, holding each other tighter and tighter as we went on a
emotional roller coaster ride together. My memory gets a pretty foggy from
there, for at some point I fell asleep with my Suzi's arms around me.
I awoke three or four times to find Suzi was still in the bed with me, staring
at me with bright probing eyes, then sometime after three in the morning I awoke
to find her sleeping peacefully less than a foot away from me.
Even though I felt like I needed to get up, I was determined to stay in bed with
her until she awoke for the day. At some point during the early morning I fell
asleep again, but I wasn't upset at all to be awakened by her, especially in
that way.
I'll never forget how lovely her voice sounded when she said in my ear, "Timmy?"
My eyes snapped open to find her staring at me again, but this time with a hint
of recognition.
"Timmy?" she repeated.
"Yes! Do you remember? Oh God, please say you remember me?"
I could feel her struggling inside, finding her emotions going haywire from her
attempts to access her past life. I didn't dare interfere, not knowing what I
could do that wouldn't possibly prevent what I wanted to help.
Her face suddenly brightened like she had just woke up on Christmas morning
surrounded by gifts. But her excitement faded quickly as she looked around her,
not finding anything familiar.
"Suzi, look at me," I said with my voice sounding high with hope. "You know me.
Remember? Timmy? I'm Timmy."
Suzi's eyes met mine again, and without thinking I formed an empathic
connection. I felt her searching my face with her soul as well as her mind,
having gotten just a glimpse of something she thought she knew. My heart was
beating so hard I swear the bed shook with my pulse, and as she searched my face
for another glimpse of something familiar, I watched her face anxiously for any
signs of recognition.
But it wasn't my face, or even anything she could see with her eyes that she was
getting bits and pieces of. And suddenly she found what she was looking for
just as I found it too.
Staring into each other's eyes but seeing each other's hearts, we moved closer
for a kiss. It felt as if the real Suzi was reaching out to me and I was
grasping her hand to pull her partially out of the quicksand. And that was
exactly what that kiss was to her.
Suzi, my first girlfriend, my first real love, the first girl who I had ever
danced with, showered with, made love with, the person who had given me enough
kisses and hugs to last me a lifetime, was not only kissing me again, but
rediscovering our love and making the first step towards recovering her
true-self.
But while the old Suzi was just starting to peek out, the new Suzi was still
otherwise very much in control. As soon as she had gotten everything she could
from our long deep kiss, she started licking my mouth and chin while removing
the nighty she had been wearing.
I didn't realize my Suzi had finished her struggle to free herself for the time
being until the other Suzi uncovered my fully erect prick and engulfed it
without a single sound. My Suzi would have never gone straight from sharing our
love to swallowing my cock whole like that. We had always tried to make the
loving last as long as we could before giving in to our arousal.
Not that I didn't give into my arousal after she had done that. But even as I
fucked her willing mouth, my mind was distracted by every un-Suzi like thing she
did. No wonder Joey had given her to Steven. It was probably the only thing he
could have done to keep himself from breaking down into tears every night.
And she was so quiet. Suzi was never that big of a moaner, but she did have her
moments, especially when Joey or I first enter her ass. Thank God Steven wasn't
bigger than I was in the dick department. Suzi's ass felt just as good as it
had before, all except missing her gasps of pleasure when I had started to pump.
And she had always moaned, groaned, or something when she came. But if I hadn't
have been monitoring her arousal, I would have never known she had cum. She had
surprised me when she had cum, and I had missed my chance to cum with her. She
hadn't even slowed her backward thrusts against my pounding cock during her
orgasm. But when I felt my orgasm starting to rise, I linked up with her in a
two way, something we hadn't done in a long time.
It was hard to keep my arousal up as I experienced her side of the link. Her
thoughts centered on the actions of which she had to perform for continuing her
existence. There was no pleasure in it for her since she had barely even
noticed her orgasm. Steven had made her orgasm so many times during her
brainwashing that the one she had a few moments before simply wasn't strong
enough to matter without the aid of the drug. All she truly lusted for was to
have Steven make her cum again while under that damn drug.
So then I had to ask myself, why was she doing this? Was the real Suzi driving
her to do it? I couldn't tell. Her mind was simply too twisted to understand.
So many conflictions, so many...
"Emotions!" I screeched as I suddenly understood. I finally grasped what the
twins had been trying to teach me the day they showed me Michael's soul. I
could see how their empathic powers were able to wipe a person's mind and create
an entirely different person. Finely controlled and well practiced skills of an
empath could do the same thing that Steven had done with his drug. They both
worked by amplifying the emotions of the victim.
Anger, fear, pleasure, happiness. They were the real brainwashing tools. And
if the twins could do it, and Penny and Steven could do it, so could I... at
least with the twins help at first. And I had the bonus of my telepathic
abilities to help me see in ways the twins couldn't. Of course I wouldn't be
brainwashing anyone, I would be trying to unbrainwash them. Starting with Suzi.
But alas, I hadn't the strength to do it alone, nor any idea how to even start
to undo the damage. I simply needed the twins, and they were still sleeping off
their last attempt at undoing Joey's brainwashed mind.
Suzi was starting to tire, while I had just thought of something new to try. I
knew it wouldn't bring the real Suzi out, but it would dissolve some of her
overwhelming need for pleasing Steven in hopes of having him brainwash her some
more.
"Time to recondition you to be my little sex slut," I announced, turning my
magic touch up all the way, then focusing my mind on overloading her nervous
system with the sensations of my cock fucking her ass.
As soon as my magic touch started its work, her ass started to clamp down and
her speed immediately doubled. Our minds were still sharing the sensations of
our bodies, and as she felt my cock growing larger and longer in her mind, I was
rewarded by the sounds of her grunting.
I preset blocks on our orgasms to not release until they had grown to the point
just before brain damage would occur. I knew we would black out, but hell, as
long as I didn't wake up with anything more than a headache, it would be worth
just knowing Suzi would have become mine a little bit again.
I made her believe my cock was starting to weave its way up inside her beyond
just the rectum, her twisted mind finding the concept of my cock consuming her
from the insides to be the greatest pleasure possible. She started to stiffen
as my imaginary cock finished filling her intestines, spitting off and spreading
through out her body, feeling like a puppet having its master's hand slipping
inside it.
This really got me hot with her thinking like that. So when her legs started to
straighten out from their 'erection', we stood up and fucked as her mind began
imagining herself physically changing into the penis that was fucking her ass.
Her mind used the two way in manipulating our senses to produce the sensations
of her body becoming a pulsing cock. As her arms and neck filled with my
illusionary prick, her skin began tingling like that of my cock while her
muscles contracted all over her body to stiffen herself into a hardon.
"I am a cock!" she screamed as the sensation of my dick consuming her mind
caused her to open her mouth, close her eyes, and point her 'head' up to the
ceiling like a prick ready to shoot.
As the white liquid in my real cock began to flow into her ass, we both were
consumed by our joint orgasm. A white light rushed into our minds right after I
saw Suzi's saliva glands squirt a stream of saliva right out of her mouth
perfectly timed with my ejaculation.
And then it was as if she was no longer a separate human being. Her body became
integrated into mine, completing the transformation into becoming the largest
cock on the face of the earth. As the most incredible about of ejaculant spewed
out of new prick's head, I though to myself in a surge of pleasure, "She is a
cock. My Cock," just before the white light took us beyond pleasure and into a
realm of unconsciousness.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Tim, the Teenage MC
By Rass Senip - Proofread by Evil Eye
Chapter XII: 10th Grade, Summer 1987
Part 3 - Hope's Last Chance.
(mc, no sex)
A light flickered on, then a moment later, it flickered back off.
Darkness isn't so bad as long as you can't see the shadows. Or at least that
was what I thought until I sensed things moving about me.
"Hello?" I called out, wondering where the hell I was.
"Timmy?!?" Suzi's voice called in the distant. "Tim, where are you?"
"Suzi, over here!" I frantically called out.
"Timmy.. I can't find you.." her voice said, fading in the distance.
"SUZI! COME BACK!"
"She can't hear you any more. The link just broke," a VERY familiar voice said.
"How do you know? Who are you?"
"I know because I was the one who broke the link. We need to talk, you and I."
"Bastard. Why did you do that. That was Suzi. The real Suzi. Who the fuck do
you think you are to.."
"I'm you, stupid. And that wasn't the real Suzi. It was just an echo of her.
Shit don't I know anything?"
"You are me. Er, I am you. Whatever. So what's up, self?"
"You know what's up. This whole mess we've gotten ourself into. And you know
why I'm here."
"I do?"
"Okay, fine. I'll start off. Penny was right. You did betray her first."
"How can you say that? I made sure her dad wouldn't mistreat her. She had to
get over her fear for her dad somehow. How else could I make her face her
fear?"
"Doesn't matter. The fact is you left her there, then never checked up on her.
You let her two boyfriends keep an eye on her for you, and you see how much good
that did. But this is just the tip of the iceberg, and you know it."
"Oh, I suppose you want to blame me for dad undoing the commands in mom's head
too."
"Eventually, yes. Come on. Keep going. What else."
"What, like if I hadn't insisted on letting my dad go home while we took care of
wrapping things up, Joey's mom and dad wouldn't have been captured?"
"We're getting warmer."
"And if I had only did the same thing I had done to everyone else who had been
at the party, Penny would have never been able to tell Steven anything about me.
Then Suzi and Joey wouldn't be like they are, and..."
"And?"
"Oh FUCK! You mean this whole mess.... It is all my FAULT?! Oh MY GOD! If I
hadn't of given Penny... If I hadn't.."
"If we hadn't played God by giving Penny the brainwashing knowledge the twins
had, Steven's uncle would still be researching for a better drug because Penny
wouldn't have perfected the conditioning that went along with it."
"YES, I KNOW! SHIT! I've known for a while, I guess."
"I'm glad you can finally admit it to yourself. But it wasn't completely our
fault. We know something that no one else does that has to be taken care of
before he discovers it for himself."
"Shit. You're talking about Steven being a telepath, aren't you. Shit. Hey,
how come we didn't let ourself think of that until now? I mean we've more or
less had it figured out for a while."
"True, but if we had figured it out all the way, how long would it have been
before Joey would have fished it out and told Steven. How long would it have
been before they realized they didn't need us anymore. All Joey had to do was
form a share link with Steven and that would have been it for us."
"So what do we do now? I doubt suicide will help matters any, but if you're
game, so am I."
<nothing but silence>
"Hello? Hey... Where did you... I go?.... Hmmm.. I wonder what Freud would
say about this. Probably something sexual, knowing him. Heh. Well, if it is
sexual, it can't be all that bad. 'Course, here I am thinking to myself like a
lost idiot. Now if I was me, where would I put the light switch?"
"TIM! Wake UP!" my mother said, shaking me.
"Wha.. WHA.. WHAT!" I sputtered. "I'm awake, already!"
"What did you do to Suzi?! She threw up all over herself!"
"Shit. I didn't think of that. Is she okay?"
"Yes, she's fine. Joey's helping her clean herself off in the shower. Tim,
remember how I had to tell you something after your nap?"
"Yeah. What is it?"
"Now, I don't want you getting upset by this. All right?"
"Shit, mom. Okay."
"While I was examining Penny's mind I found..."
"Oh.. I know. You found that Steven had unconsciously altered her to think the
way he wanted her to think. I already know he's a telepath."
"What? When did you find this out?"
"I've sorta known for at least a month. Ever since I talked to Penny, I started
to put the pieces together. The way she had talked about how important her
family was to her could have only been caused by either him using the drug on
her, which he didn't, or someone making her that way telepathically.
"And the way he got his uncle Jake to believe he had drugged Penny. That was
another thing. Penny had faked the helpless slave bit around him so he would
believe it was Steven who had developed the brainwashing techniques. They knew
Jake wouldn't trust Penny since she was basically an outsider."
"I wish you had pointed all this out to me sooner. I was worried half to death
yesterday about telling you. I didn't want..."
"I know. You didn't want me to go off the deep end again. A lot of this is all
my fault. I even agree with me about that. But I can't just skip out by
killing myself and leaving everyone else in this mess. I think I figured out a
way to help Joey and Suzi. Oh! Mom! Suzi remember my NAME!"
"She did? That's wonderful!" she said giving me a surprisingly long hug. "I've
been very worried about you, especially after I had let myself go and we... you
know. I'm sorry for that."
"I know," I said, feeling something peculiar about the way she was acting.
"Let's just forget it happened."
"Oh, no, Timmy. We mustn't forget it happened," she said, kissing my shoulder
as she laid me back down on my back. "We must remember it as our first of
many."
"Mom?" I said, feeling my mother's hand bringing my dick to an erection. "I'm
going to count to three. If you can't get a hold of yourself by then, I'm going
to put those Cabal commands back where they belong. In your head."
"Now, honey. How would you do something like that? You're too weak to get
through my shield right now. And since I've disabled your powers myself, you
can't even call for help. Now let me show you what Joey had me do for him this
morning..."
"Joey? Had you do for him?" I said finding the implied meaning too horrible to
imagine.
"Yes, right before I asked him to be the father of my next child. Isn't that
wonderful?"
"Na Na NA NAAA NOOOO!" I said wiggling out from underneath my mom. But before I
could get off the bed, she grabbed control of my body and sighed.
"I hoped I could have one last suck, Timmy, before Joseph takes you away from me
forever. But he's calling me now... Oh, Timmy! Why did you have to resist! I'm
your mother! Couldn't you just have let it happen once?!"
All I could do was stare at her, unable to reply for my body was under her
complete control. I was yelling at myself for not bringing those important
revelations up sooner, and then kicked my ass across my mental landscape for not
noticing the shower hadn't been running at all.
As my body was being led back to the warehouse, my panic was really starting to
rise.
"Get a hold of yourself!" I told myself. "We have to stay sharp and look for
any chance I get to get out of this mess. Too many people depend on it!"
From what I could see from my eyes locked straight ahead, everything seemed to
be as it was. There were slaves still checking out a few prospective slaves at
the last minute, and there were at least two Cabal members around who definitely
were not under anyone's control.
And then I saw the Inquisitor heading our way. I prayed he was coming to talk
to me, and couldn't believe it when he did just that.
"Tim, I'm not sure if I will have time later to go over what we discussed
yesterday. If you're mother can spare you a moment, we can go to my office..."
"No, but thanks anyway, Charles. I don't want to take up your time with it. I'm
sorry I even bothered you about it."
"I see," he said. "Well, if you change your mind, just let me know. Samantha,
you know how to contact me, don't you?"
"Certainly, Charles. How could I forget?"
"Well, just in case we don't get a chance to say good bye later, good luck Tim.
I hope everything works out," the Inquisitor said holding his large hand out to
me.
Like a traitor, my hand took his and shook, and my unfaithful mouth told him
thanks, that I hope he worked out his little problem too. She took that
straight from my own subconscious. She had to have done since I hadn't told
anyone about his personal troubles.
So as my best hope of rescue walked unhurriedly away, I started screaming
inside, banging on the walls, kicking and cussing, trying everything I could to
disrupt my leisurely walk to my doom.
The cell where Steven was being held was opened as we walked up, not
surprisingly finding Suzi, Joey, Penny, and David there with him.
"Well, look who's here," Joseph's mocking voice said as he walked up to my mom
and fondled her crotch. "How's my little woman?"
"Oh, Joey... That feels soo good," my mom cooed.
"MY NAME IS JOSEPH!" he screamed with a surprising amount of venom.
"Your name is Joey," I thought to myself. "Joey Theodore Connor. Joey Joey
Joey."
"Joseph," Steven said in a calm voice, "How long now."
"Thirty three minutes," he replied meekly.
"Why don't you have Tim sit down and allow him to speak for now. I want to ask
him a few questions."
"Yes, Steven," Joey said as I sat down on the floor.
"Yes, Steven," I immediately mocked when I found myself able to talk.
"You want me to make you bite the tip of your tongue off?!?" Joseph warned
angrily.
"That would make it difficult to talk, wouldn't it Joey?"
"Call me that again, and I'll.."
"Joey Theodore Connor. Joey Joey Joey Joey J..." I said as my own hand started
to slap me in the face. "Joey Joey Pheoy Joey gah Joey Joey oof Joey Joey.."
"Enough, Joseph," Steven said as he motioned my mother over to him.
"Yes Steven," Joey and I said at the same time. If looks could kill, Joseph's
stare would have slain me where I sat.
"While I've been locked up in here, I've had a chance to think things through.
All my life my family has been working to find a way to control a telepath to
control others. Now that I have done this, I find that I don't trust the
results of Joseph's telepathic power as much as my and Penny's skills at using
the drug.
"Then when your mother let it slip I WAS a telepath, at first all I could think
about was learning how to use it and rebuild my grandfather's dream. But when
Joseph managed to get around your mother's controls and take her mind, I
realized that the only thing I could depend on was the drug and the method.
"So, I'd like to hear what you thought, not that it matters."
"Fuck you," I said, watching my mother lovingly give him a twenty two.
"I thought as much. Seeing I can not allow you to live once your mother has
helped me take back my property along with all the others here... I suppose
I've come to respect your ability to keep your hope alive. So I'm going to
destroy that hope once and for all."
"Not likely," I said noticing that Suzi's eyes watching me with just a hint of
concern.
"Steven," Penny spoke for the first time since I had arrived. "I don't want him
to die. Can't we just make him my plaything like we had said earlier?"
"No, Penny. While he lives, he is a threat to the family."
"Oh.." she said, feeling torn in what was right and wrong. I started to hope
she might again be my unknowing ally, but then she said, "You're right. Killing
him would be best."
"Yes, killing him is best," Joseph said smiling wickedly at me.
My mother paused in her blow job, but then after Joseph had a moment of
concentration on his face, she went happily back to her sucking.
"Family," I thought to myself. "That had to be the key to this."
"Joseph, where are your mom and dad?" I asked.
"They will be here. Why? You thinking of having a last fuck with my mom?" he
snarled.
"No. I was worried about them. So Steven, how did you get around my little
command to make sure you didn't hurt them after you brainwashed Joey into
Joseph?"
"Actually, I didn't," he said smiling. "I forgot to thank you for adding such a
convenient factor to his psyche. I would have never had broken his loyalty to
you without making him forget you if you hadn't have given me that tool. Joseph
is my greatest and most trustworthy slave, all thanks to you."
"So you admit in front of Joseph that you brainwashed him into being someone
else?" I said, truly surprised.
"Oh, yes. Joseph knows all about what I did to him, don't you Joseph?"
"Yes, Steven."
"Tell him why."
"Yes, Steven. Because Steven is my love, my life, my God. I exist to serve
Steven, and nothing else matters. Nothing in my past, nothing in my future."
"You see? He is mine, and nothing you can do can take him from me."
"You want to make a bet?" I said, looking deep into Joseph's hate filled eyes,
searching for anything remotely familiar.
But I had to look away to glance at Steven when his surprising response was, "A
bet... What kind of a bet?"
I thought to myself, "Think fast, kid," then said out loud, "Like, well, letting
me try. I haven't had a chance yet. I was hoping to.. You said you wanted to
destroy all my hope? Well here's your chance. Ask Joseph, my mom, or even the
real Suzi if you can find her in there what would destroy my hope the most."
"Joseph?"
I felt Joseph scan my mind, seeing I was honestly trying to save my life, but
that I also was telling the truth.
"He thinks he has a chance of making me back into Joey. If you let him try and
he fails..."
"Samantha, what do you think?" Steven said.
"Timmy would never be happy if he couldn't help Joey. I was worried if he ever
gave up on that, he might try and kill himself again."
"You see?" I said, looking back into Joseph's eyes. "Until you let me try at
least once, you would simply be murdering me without having the satisfaction of
breaking me first."
"What would you need to do?" Steven said, expecting deceit.
"Well, I would have to be able read minds, and to freely ask Joseph and everyone
else in the room questions without you or anyone telling them not to answer me.
You said you trusted Joseph. I'm asking you to prove your trust and let me try
my best to turn him against you."
"Done. Ha! This will be very entertaining."
"There's just one last thing," I said. "I want you to make Joseph command you
to not interfere until I've lost my hope."
"How long, Joseph?"
"Twenty six minutes, Steven."
"Joseph, as long as he is not trying to trick us into warning the others, make
me unable to interfere in whatever he tries until say.. fifteen minutes after
the timer goes off."
"Yes, Steven," Joseph said a little unsure.
"Joseph, this is will be greatest test of your loyalty to me. I am confident
you will not fail, so you should be too."
"Yes, Steven," Joseph said happily with tears forming in his eyes.
Just as Joseph finished wiping his eyes, his parents walked in followed by...
"Gordie! RUN!" I screamed.
"Ah, Master Timothy. I see you have been collected. Very good. Here is the
pistol you requested Master Steven. Will that be all?"
"Yes, Gordie. You may go on with your duties and forget everything you have
done."
"Yes, Master Steven," Gordie said with his eyes glazing over and turning to
leave.
"Oh, and Gordie.." Steven called out a moment later. "Please shut the door for
us?"
As the wall met the edges of the other two, Penny said, "Whew. Now we're safe."
"Why? What's going to happen in..." I paused, checking my own semi accurate
internal clock, "Twenty four minutes?"
"Everyone not sealed inside a cell will be gassed. Everyone but Gordie, that
is. They will not awaken until we revive and enslave them one by one."
"Oh. Can we get started?" I said, not really surprised by his plans.
"Joseph, this is what I want you to do. The timer will go off at five till ten,
just before the auction starts. At ten thirty you will take this pistol and
shoot Tim in a leg, a minute later in the other leg, shoot him in the arms the
next two minutes, then finish him off at ten thirty-five by shooting him in the
heart. I believe that will break any hope you have left before you die."
Okay, so I couldn't keep my fear from showing after he said that. And I guess
because he and Joseph were so confident, I started to doubt I could do it before
Joseph carried out Steven's gruesome instructions.
But then I saw Suzi's eyes looking at me with more than just concern. Her
conditioning to serve Steven and Joseph was still strong enough to prevent her
from defying them, but she was clearly not happy with what could take place.
And when I saw her lips barely whisper, "I love you, Timmy," I regained my
confidence and determination, finding Steven's threat only to be one more reason
I had to make it work.
"Well? I don't have much time, you know," I said looking Steven in the eyes.
"Do it Joseph," Steven said, closing his eyes to avoid me possibly using my
empathic power on him.
"Yes, Steven."
I felt Joseph's mind release some of my telepathic abilities after he had issued
the commands to Steven's mind. As soon as I could feel the other's thoughts, I
immediately began scanning everyone in the room.
"Shit," I said when I scanned Joey's dad. Tom had been given a new identity,
believing he was one of Steven's uncles that I supposedly had taken control of.
Steven had brainwashed Tom to use him in making Joey believe they were part of
the same family, only to find it worked even better than expected because of my
commands to protect his parents. I saw that this had been the key to breaking
Joey's trust and loyalty to me. Steven had planted fake memories of me abusing
his parents in horrible ways, and this was how he had started forming the hatred
Joseph had for me.
His mother had been reconditioned to be a loving suck toy for his father. Even
as I scanned their minds, Margaret was busily sucking Tom off while he seemingly
ignored her and watched me with suspicion.
My scans turned to my own mother, finding the commands Joseph had used on her to
be very straight forward and nothing I couldn't undo if I had the chance.
Somehow Joseph had found a way around my mother's commands while she was having
him eat her out again late last night. While she was experiencing her orgasm,
he used the moment of confusion and tricked her into allowing him to form a
share link with her, then disabled her ability to resist him the next instant.
With her mind restricted by his added commands, I felt my mother had been
subconsciously trying to warn me by coming on to me. So even under Joseph's
control, my mother may still be on my side.
I scanned Penny next, seeking out the commands Steven had unknowingly given her.
I found them quickly since I had a pretty good idea what to look for, and I knew
that once they came out, Penny would more or less be her old self.
I skipped David's mind since he had pretty much been conditioned like Michael
had been, and I couldn't think of any reason scanning him could aid me.
I checked on Suzi's mind next, finding she was very upset, far more than I had
guessed before. I smiled at her, knowing I would give away any possibility that
Joseph hadn't detected the change in her. But as she smiled back weakly, I was
relieved to feel it had comforted her a little and knew it had been worth the
sacrifice.
I didn't want to spend much time on Steven's mind since it was filled with
sickening thoughts, but I did learn some valuable information, some that I
hadn't even guessed at.
Steven was only three when his grandfather made Steven's life long goal to
enslave and control everyone outside his family in order to continue his
grandfather's dream. That was shortly before his death, and Steven's
programming had been incomplete. While he was totally loyal to his family's
goals, he wasn't necessarily loyal to his family.
His ambition to become head of the family wasn't limited in any way, so when he
awoke on top of his unconscious uncle who had been like a father to him, he
didn't even hesitate to inject the rest of the green drug into his blood stream
in one big surge, knowing it would burn his mind out when injected too quickly.
The reason he had left me to be found by Joey and my mom that day was to give
him time to take over his uncle's project more than any threat my empathic
ability posed. His family blindly trusted his word and agreed to his reasoning
that they needed to study my hidden talent before attempting to contain me for
processing.
I found that they knew a hell of a lot about the limits of telepathy, mostly due
to Steven's grandfather foreseeing they would need to know these things. The
wall of insanity was only one of the things he had developed over the last few
years of his life. The telepathic suppressant drug was one of the key elements
leading to his death. He had suffered a stroke while under its influence, and
was unable to call for help. The fool had locked himself up in a cell thinking
he was safer inside his wall of insanity while his powers were not working,
fearing another telepath might be waiting for that moment to strike.
The last thing I found from Steven was that he truly did have some loyalty to
his immediate family. When he first learned that Penny had a powerful influence
over her two twin boyfriends, he found himself hoping to share the glory of
being the head of the family with her. He saw her as someone who shared the
same desires and goals, and knew she was a lot like him in other ways just
because they were brother and sister. They were both the children of a slave
and master, something that his cousins had scorned him for when he was growing
up. He saw Penny as a like-soul, and never attempted to deceive her about
anything until he processed Suzi without her knowledge.
I felt the ticking of my internal clock, and knew that I couldn't delay scanning
Joey's mind any longer. I took a deep breath before attempting to probe him,
only to find his mental barrier up.
"Joseph, please lower your shield," I said.
"No. I'll answer your questions truthfully, but I will not do that."
"Steven..." I said.
"Sorry. I can not interfere, remember?" Steven said with a wicked smile.
"Shit. Why won't you lower your shield?"
"Because I know that even though you can't use your telepathy, and neither can
Samantha, there are others around that could, and I'm the only protection Steven
has against that. Even Steven couldn't make me do it if it meant taking that
kind of risk for his safety."
"Then I will do it another way," I said, bracing myself for a huge emotional
shock.
When I felt I was ready, I said, "Joseph, look at me."
The moment our eyes made contact and the empathic connection formed, I felt his
anger and rage flooding through the link with the same intensity as before. But
with so much at risk here, I managed to hold my ground and kept myself from
being pushed into the deep caverns of my mind.
Ever since I had come out of that dark place inside my head, my empathic senses
seemed to have been considerably stronger and more sensitive. I had been
constantly aware of how everyone around me felt and wasn't able to turn it off
or block them out. But with all of my worries and troubles, I hadn't really
thought about it. It was just another discomfort I had to live with.
But as I started to get some control over deflecting the rage and hatred Joseph
was thrusting at me, I realized how much my empathic senses had improved. It
must have taken me at least a good ten minutes before I was able to hold his
negative emotions off and try feeling around for anything else inside him. Time
was still ticking, and I was very aware of it, especially when I found how much
Joseph was looking forward to killing me.
Normally that would have crushed me just to know that, but I didn't really care
for myself any more. I had to free the others, and if that meant sacrificing
myself and taking Joey with me, I knew I would do it if I got the chance.
I was awash with the emotions Joseph had been forced to carry within him. I
started to get just a wisp of the source for each emotion I focused on, not able
to focus on anything very long without getting nearly overwhelmed by it. I had
never experienced such insight to a persons emotions before, and as I spent
longer and longer looking for anything I could use, I began to sense where some
of the emotions came from.
I tried to follow the sources of the loyalty to Steven, straining like I was
pulling myself up a rope a ways, leaping onto another one as the first began to
break apart, then climbing up some more, always searching desperately for
another rope to grab before the one I was on started to fray.
I of course wasn't climbing ropes, just attempting to back track certain strands
of emotion while they flowed outwards from somewhere within Joseph's being. I
finally was able to narrow my senses down enough to follow just the sense of
loyalty he had for Steven. I traced the 'path' which they were coming from, and
suddenly felt Joseph's/Joey's soul.
I struggled to bring his soul into focus just like the twins had done for me
with Michael's, Vicki's and Carol's. I quickly realized I couldn't focus on the
entire 'object', but there wasn't any reason I couldn't just 'move' closer to
the source of the streams of loyalty I was trying to follow.
The closer I came, the harder it was to move closer, and soon I couldn't go any
further. Either I was trying to stretch my abilities out too far, or the
pressure of the constant outward flow of emotions was preventing me from getting
any nearer.
But it was close enough. My 'vision' cleared to the point were I could tell
where the emotion was being emitted from, a densely blackened area which seemed
to have something else sticking up from underneath.
My heart jumped when I realized it was the command I had used to ensure his
mom's and dad's safety. I had a clear overwhelming feeling that if I could
remove that command, I would break Steven's hold over him.
I let myself be pushed/pulled away, then quickly closed the empathic link. I
had to take a moment to recover from the intense strain I had been under, then
found everyone looking at me, waiting to see my reaction.
Seeing Joseph grinning at me stirred up a little cockiness inside me, so I met
his grin with my own, causing his to disappear when he probed me and he found I
meant it.
I dropped my smile when he did, not wanting to get him riled up when I needed to
reason with him rationally.
"Joseph, do you still believe I made your mom and dad my play things?"
"No. Steven told me the truth about what he did and why. I know he altered
them. It doesn't matter."
"Do you still love them?"
"Yes, just not as much as Steven."
"What about Suzi? Do you still love her?"
"Yes."
"How important is Penny to you? You are always saying 'Steven', but it actually
is 'Steven and Penny' isn't it."
"Steven is the head of the family, Penny is second only to him."
"So you love Penny too."
"Yes."
"Just as much as Steven?"
"... I am not sure. Penny had never tested my loyalty, where Steven has. I
don't think I could ever disobey her."
"Even though I was talking about love and not loyalty, I'll accept that as an
answer. What would you do if Steven or Penny had been altered by someone else.
Like another telepath."
"I would undo whatever they did."
"Even if it was against the wishes of the other?"
"I'm not sure. It depends on what the commands were."
I paused a moment to consider that. I had hoped to get him to undo the commands
in Penny's head, but decided to leave that for the moment.
"If Steven asked you to kill Suzi, would you do it?"
"Yes. I already did that once," he said with more than a hint of sorrow.
"What about your mom or dad. Or even all three of them."
"I would do it. I wouldn't like it, but I would do anything he asks me to do."
"Including killing Penny?"
"I.... I would probably kill myself first. I don't know for sure."
"You used to be my friend. By best friend. Do you remember that?"
"Yes. I remember everything from my old life. I loved you, maybe even more
than Suzi. But all I want to do now is watch you die. Slowly. Painfully.
Miserably."
"Shit," I gasped, trying to keep myself from shaking from the strength of the
emotions behind his words. It was hard, but I managed to keep myself from
falling into that trap. He truly did remember everything. I mean, he wouldn't
have known how badly that would have hurt me any other way.
But Joseph wasn't finished. His goal was to make me lose my hope, and he saw a
clear path to do just that.
"You would know if I was lying, so I don't have to prove this to you by letting
you in my head. You never knew how I hated being dependent on you for the power
you shared with me. I loved you, and that was why I put up with your rules,
your over exaggerated sense of right and wrong. And I knew you would never even
look to see if I was breaking your damn rules behind your back.
"Yeah, that's right. Sweet lovable Joey, your most trusted buddy, had some fun
that you wouldn't have liked him to have while we were share-linked. Remember
how I went to my cousin's football game that one Friday night? Well, I only
watched enough football so I could think about it while I was talking with you
if you mentioned anything. You're so gullible.
"I felt like I was in a candy store with the shopkeeper out to lunch. And with
a nice big bottle of drink to keep me going, I must have taken nearly fifty
cherries before I was too tired to fuck any more. I even programmed the best
looking ones to return to being my fuck sluts whenever they saw me scratch
myself. You never even caught on when Lisa Wong saw me while we were at the
mall that time with LeAnne and I accidentally scratched while she was watching
me. I fucked her in the men's room while you, Suzi, and the twins were busy
helping LeAnne load all that shit you bought her."
Stunned by his revelation, I could only stare at him as he grinned at me. He
knew I wasn't able to even think straight, much less attempt to somehow undo
Steven's hold on him. I couldn't believe it. Joey, the real Joey had...
"NO!" I said, brushing my horror aside. "YOU WILL NOT DISTRACT ME ANY MORE! You
hate me, right? You despise me more than anything, right?"
"Yes."
"MORE than you love Steven and/or Penny?"
"Yes."
"Shit. Then WHY do you allow one of MY commands to remain in your head?"
"Because I can't remove it. I've fucking tried."
"You want it out?"
"Yes."
"There is only one person on this planet can do it. And it's ME!"
"It's too late for you," Joseph said, picking up the gun. He turned to me and
pinched his nose to say in a high pitched voice, "The time will be ten...
thirty... at sound of the gunshot."
"No!," Suzi said standing up, surprising everyone in the room including herself.
But seeing she had gone that far, Suzi carefully walked up to Joseph and said,
"Please Joseph? Don't? Please?"
"I'm sorry Suzi. I'll make you forget all about him, but now it's..... FUCK!"
"What is it?" Penny asked.
"I was just checking the time again... I've been concentrating on killing Tim
so much I just now realized I've been watching the time through someone's eyes
that should be asleep. The gas. It didn't go off!"
"That's right," my mom said. "Now put down the gun. They are about to open the
door."
"NO!" Joey said, pointing the gun straight at my head. "IF IT OPENS HE DIES!
AND STOP TRYING TO TAKE ME OVER! I'LL KILL HIM FASTER THAN YOU CAN STOP MY
FINGER!"
I felt another mind scanning mine, and felt the Inquisitor undo the restrictions
to my telepathic abilities. The instant he finished, I attempted to take
Steven's mind, finding Joey had switched his share link to him the moment my
mother had broken the one with her. Joey was shielding both of them, but I
still had another idea to try.
With very little effort, I canceled Steven's commands in Penny's head, just as
Joseph undid Steven's inability to interfere.
"Joseph, kill him now. We have plenty of hostages here. He's too dangerous
alive now."
"With pleasure," Joseph said aiming for my heart.
But Suzi stepped between us, and for a moment I thought Joseph wouldn't go on.
But then he said, "Tim, make her move out of the way. I'll kill her too if I
have to."
"Suzi, stay right where you are," Penny said, moving to stand in front of her.
"Joseph, give me the gun. We can not win here. Killing him would only make
things worse."
"Please, Joey," my mom said.
"MY NAME IS JOSEPH!" he cried. "GET OUT OF MY WAY PENNY! I'LL KILL EVER GOD
DAMN ONE OF YOU IF I HAVE TO!" then cocked the gun to make his point.
"Joey Theodore Connor!" I made his mother say. "Put that gun down, or you'll be
in deep shit!"
"JOEY! Listen to your MOTHER!" his father said.
I was almost as surprised as Joseph since I hadn't been the one to do it. I
quickly scanned to find my mom had made him say it, but Joseph also had scanned
the pair of them and now was really getting angry.
"FUCK with my FAMILY, WILL YOU!" he said pointing the gun at my mom.
"Joey, stop it!" Suzi said stepping out from behind Penny.
"STOP CALLING ME JOEY!" he said, aiming the gun at her.
"Joey..." my mom called.
"Joey..." I echoed.
"Joey..." Penny continued.
"Joey..." Suzi joined in.
"NO! STOP IT!" Joseph screamed, covering his ears with both hands, still
holding the gun but pointed up at the ceiling.
The four of us continued to call his true name, then I had to break off a moment
to stop Steven from trying to get the gun from Joseph. I physically wasn't a
match for him, but the moment I made eye contact, Steven was temporarily
overcome by my anger for what he had done to my loved ones.
I quickly had Joey's parents and David hold him down, then remembered something
I had picked up from somebody's head. With a quick chop to the neck, I rendered
Steven unconscious along with very nearly breaking my little finger on the edge
of his collar bone.
The three females were circling Joseph calling his name in a mocking sing song
way, then I suddenly found his eyes looking towards me.
With a look of pure determination, he started to lower the gun towards me, and I
knew he would kill me if I didn't stop him. The empathic connection formed
instantly, and I had to press hard against the sudden rush of emotions flooding
into me, pushing everything I could muster into the chaos he was emitting.
I focused on everything we had done together, felt for each other, meant to each
other. I pushed how easily I would sacrifice my life for Joey's or Suzi's, not
even noticing the gun continue to be lowered past my heart.
His chaos stormed through both of us, building in intensity and power as I
continued giving him every thing I could. I started throwing my feelings for
Suzi, my mom, Holly, LeAnne, everyone I could think of in to that hurricane of
emotion. We were both straining very hard against the conflicting emotions, and
suddenly we both just fell to our knees while the incredible volume of emotions
began interfering with everyone else's ability to think.
Our eyes had broken their contact, but the empathic link remained. The gun went
off when he fell forward and tried to catch himself, but apart from noticing I
hadn't been hit, I ignored everything else afterwards accept for what I started
to see happen within Joseph's mind.
His mind. I could see his thoughts. When I realized he had dropped his mental
barrier, I immediately went into his mind and started to tug on the command
stuck beneath the emotional waste.
Using the power of the emotions swirling within us, I mentally lurched and
swayed, attempting to pull this tiny stick out of a slab of cement. I tried and
tried, oh how I tried. I was convinced I had to do it now or never have the
chance to again.
So I stopped transmitting the feelings I had been sending him for a few moments,
and just as Joseph's personality started to reassert himself, I released them
all in one giant surge while tugging on the little twig of a command.
When it came out, I fell flat on my face with Joseph's screams in my ears. His
mind was falling apart with the sudden void in his mind, and as I looked up, I
saw him grab the gun and aim it at his own head.
But Steven's voice weakly said, "Joseph, no.." thankfully diverting his
attention from his mind's collapse.
"MY NAME IS JOEY, YOU FUCKING BASTARD!" Joey cried as he aimed the gun at Steven
and fired.
And fired.
And fired.
And fired.
Once in each leg and each arm. Steven's blood was quickly oozing out of all
four limbs, and as Steven's mind became aware of what had happened to him, he
found Joey wasn't finished yet.
"Joey! NO" I said when I saw him take aim at Steven's chest.
Joey wheeled around at the sound of my voice, and I saw his clearing head was
still filled with hatred for me.
"The time is.." he said as he aimed for my head began pulling the trigger.
I closed my eyes waiting for everything to end in a big red flash. The gun went
off, and a moment later when the bullet hit me over the right eye, all I felt
was a curious burning sensation before everything became distant and black.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Tim, the Teenage MC
By Rass Senip - Proofread by Evil Eye
Chapter XII: 10th Grade, Summer 1987
Part 4 - The Little Girl Inside
(mf, anal)
I was hot.
And itchy.
Hot and itchy.
"I'll take off my shirt. That will make me feel better. Gotta wake up to take
off my shirt."
Like someone turning up the volume on the TV, sounds of activity faded in as I
began feeling my body wake up. When I opened my eyes, I had to squint from the
light in my face.
I raised my hand to move the desk light out of my eyes, but didn't complete the
motion for I felt this awful pain from the right side of my forehead surge from
the movement I had made.
"OW!" I gasped, sending my hand to clasp the bandage covering the source of the
pain. I had closed my eyes again and stayed still a few moments, then looked
over at the activity on the other side of the room.
A man and two women wearing smocks were busily trying to stabilize Steven, and
hadn't noticed I was awake. But then a door opened along the wall behind me,
and my dad came in with one of his nurses, and gave me happy look.
The first thing I said was, "Why aren't I dead?"
"Why? You want to be?" he said trying to sound like he was in the joking mood.
"No," I said with a touch of irritation, finding his statement rather
distasteful. "What happened?" I said closing my eyes as the busty nurse moved
the light back into my eyes.
"The bullet only grazed your skull. Your mother tried to stop him firing, but
accidentally caused him to pull the trigger after she altered his aim. You were
lucky. Another inch and you would had been.... Timothy?"
"Yeah?"
He sighed and sat down on the edge of the padded bench I was laying on.
"You and your mother have... well, you've changed my life. I didn't know how
much until you turned up missing, and then when your mother was taken by Joey...
I know we've had our differences, but at the same time we're... closer, aren't
we?"
I was looking at my dad's fiddling hands, having never seen him appear so
nervous before. I had felt what he was trying to say when he had sat down, and
was searching my own feelings for him. I still had my reservations, for I
didn't trust his motivations, or his sense of right and wrong. But I knew he
was trying to change, and the only reason for that was for my mom and I. Plus,
the entire time I had known him, he always had been trying to do what he thought
was in my best interests, even when he had tried to brainwash me and Joey using
the twins.
So, for the first time in my life I actually saw him as my dad, not just my
birth father who was obligated to support me and do stuff for me. I guess I
never let myself believe he had been giving me things and doing things with me
because it made him happy. I always had the thought in the back of my mind that
he did those things either out of his sense of family duty, or to butter my mom
up by being her son's father like she wished.
Knowing there was no better way to let him know how I felt, I said, "Dad? Look
at me, please?"
He knew what that meant, and with just a slight hesitation, he looked over at me
and allowed me to make eye contact. The empathic connection formed, and I
immediately felt how real his feelings were for my mom and I. We had become the
center of his life, especially my mom, and that just made my own feelings for
him jump a little higher.
And there was something else he felt towards me. It took me a few moments to
realize what it was, then just as I was closing the link, I got it.
Admiration. My own father admired me for the way I could get what I wanted
without having to use my abilities in altering people to fit my wishes. It
directly conflicted with his desire that I share in his own beliefs and
pleasures, for one of the greatest joys he had was finding a fresh young girl
and taking her mind, followed by her ass.
As my father and I had our first truly shared hug, I decided I could bend a few
rules for my dad and instead of us always doing that I wanted to do, I would let
him talk me into doing a few of the things that he liked to do. Especially when
I had just realized that many of those things involved crossing a lot of those
damn lines I had made in the dirt, and I figured who would be better to share
the moment of wiping them out than with my pop.
"Well, isn't this a surprise," my mom said, finding us still in a hug.
We both immediately separated, my dad clearing his throat noisily several times
while I laid back down feeling my cheeks burn with embarrassment.
My mom walked up to my dad and held her left hand out slightly for him to take
it, then I watched them look at each other with that grin. You know, the kind
that people get when they are feeling very happy thoughts for each other, and
you know that eventually they would wrap their arms around the other and stand
there for twenty minutes rubbing their backs and speaking softly, kissing gently
every once in a while.
I closed my eyes when I dad stood up, and tuned out their soft talking and
gentle kisses, attempting to go back to sleep.
My parents never even got the chance to go for a second round of kisses when we
were interrupted by a Cabal member stomping in demanding medical attention. He
was nude and had cuts all over his chest and back, and a really nasty gash
across his left cheek.
"Bergenstein, what happened to you?" my dad asked.
"You know that fucking bitch I've been working with? Well, I gave up today and
just went ahead and did it the old fashioned way. Made her my suck and fuck
doll, then went in and started using her. Fuck, Grodmen. I never knew what hit
me. All of a sudden she was back to her old self, cutting me open with her
nails... Say, can I borrow your nurse?"
"Deb, go tend to Bergenstein's wounds," my dad said as he grinned from my mom
teasing his earlobe. "Is that the same one you were having trouble with last
week?"
"Same fucking one. I finally solved that problem by running the water until her
shit dissolved completely. You know, I'm kind of glad she did this. Now I'm
twice as determined break her, and then I'll get her back real good for smearing
her shit in my face."
"WHAT!" I said sitting up at attention a little too fast. I held my head as the
spinning room slowed to a stop, then said, "What did she do?"
"She fucking grabbed a handful of her shit and nearly choked me with it, that's
what! I'll really make her suffer for getting it in my nose like that! I've
already punished her for trying to bite my dick off by putting some..."
"Where is she? What cell?" I said getting up slowly.
"What? Oh, ah.. Cell H4, row 9. I wouldn't go in there if there's any shit
laying around.." he warned just before the nurse started to apply an
disinfectant that made him jump.
"Tim, where do you think you're going?" my mom asked as I walked carefully
towards the door.
"It's Elsie. I mean it's Melissa. Or both, I mean. I got to go.. I can't
believe I forgot about her..."
I didn't even get out the door before my head made me stop and lean against the
wall.
"I think you better stay here and rest," my mom said attempting to lead me back
to the bench.
"No!" I said, pulling my hand from her grasp crankily. "I have to go see her..
Shit." I said finding my sudden movement making my head pound even worse.
"You're not going anywhere, mister," my mom said a bit crankily too. "She can
wait until you can..."
"No! I'm going! Just as soon as..." I said, trying to make my head stop its
throbbing.
"You're not, and that's..." my mom said with her hands on her hips.
"Sam," my dad interrupted. "Let me take him to see her, then I'll make sure he
gets his rest afterwards," then turned to me and added, "If he swears that if I
think he can't handle her or he gets worse he'll listen to me when I tell him to
stop."
"Okay," I said.
"Charles, I'm not so sure...." my mom said, trying to keep her cool.
"Sam..." he warned her. "Remember that talk we had about a month ago?"
"You slime ball.." my mom said. "All right! But if you let OUR son hurt
himself, YOU'LL be the one sorry for it."
"Thanks," I said after my dad helped me out the door and we were safely out of
ear shot.
"My pleasure," he said.
I felt he had meant that even more than he had let on, but allowed him the
illusion of some privacy. As he helped me into the wheelchair which I was
grateful that he had found, I realized my empathic senses had become sensitive
enough that I hadn't really needed to scan anyone's mind to guage their
intentions or even know what they were thinking.
Before Joey's hatred temporarily overloaded my mind, I only received
intermittent vibes from other people, and mostly only when they were feeling a
certain emotion very strongly. But now I could generally feel what the people
around me were feeling without eye contact, and while I couldn't sense
everything they were feeling that way, this still gave me quite an edge on
others. Especially when dealing with other telepaths who could hide their
thoughts from my probes.
I closed my eyes and let him do the driving, trying to relax and make my head
ache go away. But the pain made me think of Joey's share link, and then
immediately had to ask what happened to him.
"Your mother barely kept him from shooting at you again, and had to use Penny's
big boy to hold him until we could get him out of there. He's been sedated and
put in a cell for now. Tim, I'm afraid whatever you did unbalanced his mind.
I'm not saying he's crazy, just out of control. Do you understand?"
"Yeah, I think so. What about Suzi and Penny? Penny doesn't deserve to be
locked up like a prisoner. She wasn't herself before."
"Suzi's back in our room along with Joey's parents, but Penny is now the
property of the Cabal along with Steven. I'm sorry Tim, but there is nothing I
can do."
I wanted to argue about that, but I knew he wasn't the one I had to argue with.
So I sat quietly trying to find some excuse for forgetting Melissa like that.
When we reached the cell, my dad had to alter a few of Bergenstein's men to
allow us access, then before my dad would let me open the door, he insisted we
see what the monitors showed us.
As soon as I saw her crouched in the middle of the room fighting her drowsiness
as she waited for the next attack, I pounded the open button and ignored my
dad's warning about the small pile of shit right next to her.
As soon as I could slip through the opening crack, I found Melissa nails ready
and shit in hand looking at me with wild eyes six feet away and quickly closing.
When I didn't see her expression change, I suddenly feared she might just finish
me off before recognizing me.
"Melissa! It's me, Tim!" I yelled backing away as fast as I could.
She continued her hostile approach, and suddenly I found myself falling over my
own feet. I managed to avoid hitting my head, but then found Melissa getting
ready to slash.
"Elsie, NO!" I cried, putting my arms up to protect my face. But when I felt
the huge surge of emotion from her, I lowered my arms and found her starting to
shake and cry as she sank to her knees beside me.
I didn't even care about the mashed shit in her left hand as I sat up and let
her wrap her arms around me. I managed to avoid blacking out while she squeezed
the life out of me and smothered me with her breasts. Then suddenly I was
falling backwards when my dad's voice said, "Careful bitch! He's not well.."
My head hit painfully against the metal grill floor, and I barely managed to
keep it from bouncing the third time. I must have yelled loud enough to be
heard out in the parking lot, and that was probably the only thing that saved my
dad from getting his face slashed.
Up went my dizzy head again when she realized what she had done, but this time
Melissa started to pull me on top of while trying to drag us both away from my
dad.
"Now stop that," my dad said. "Can't you see you're hurting him. I'm not going
to harm you or Tim."
"He's my dad, Melissa," I managed to whimper to her. "Damn it, stop tugging!"
She stopped moving us away, but pulled me up on top of her a little more so she
had me laying up against her chest while she tried to comfort me and protect me
at the same time.
When my head settled down enough I could stop grimacing from the pain, I said,
"Dad? could you give us a few minutes alone?"
"All right, but then you have to go to our room and get some rest. Agreed?"
"Okay, but it might be a little more than a few minutes. I don't think I could
make it to the wheel chair without passing out, but I'm starting to feel better
just laying here. Can I just rest here for a while? I promise we'll be good."
I was a little surprised when I felt him attempt to probe me. I quickly
realized he hadn't meant to, and just had accidentally triggered it while
considering whether I was well enough to stay or not. He was just about to
cancel it when I surprised him by allowing him access to my mind, something I
never thought I would do.
"Just don't overexert yourself, son," he said softly a few moments later. Then
without another word he walked out and shut the door to give us the illusion of
some privacy.
Elsie gave me a gentle hug, then carefully moved us over slightly so she could
lean up against the wall and continue to hold me. She tried to clean her hand
off as much as possible, knowing how much the odor displeased me, but I told her
it was okay, and that the smell didn't bother me anymore.
Figuring I was lying, which I was, she was careful to keep that hand as far away
from my face as possible. Her other hand was gently rubbing by chest through my
shirt, and even though I would have liked to get out of my itchy clothes, I
didn't try stopping myself from falling asleep with her purring sounds in my
ears.
She must have laid there with me against her for I don't know how many hours
before I was awakened by the starting of the cleaning cycle. The disinfectant
and cleanser seeped into the bandage on my head, and suddenly I had to rip it
off, followed by immediately having to shield it from the falling cleanser. I
was fighting back tears when the rinse cycle started, and was gasping and
grimacing while I let the water rinse it out, finding it almost as bad as the
disinfectant and cleanser had been.
By the time the water shut off, I was bleeding all over myself, but thankful the
intense burning had stopped. I had sat up while rinsing my wound out, and Elsie
had taken that opportunity to escape her entrapment from underneath me, and I
found her busily eating what there was of her dinner.
Other than the small trickle of blood from my forehead, I was feeling better
than I had earlier. I decided I could walk, then almost reconsidered it when I
tried, but made my way towards the wall that was the door anyway.
When the wall started to open as I had commanded, Elsie almost knocked me off my
feet trying to back me away so she could defend us. But I only had to smile at
her and hold out my hand for her to realize I was taking her out of there.
I realized my hand was shaking from my shivering when she took it, and decided
the first order of business was to get dry. I also added getting a new bandage
to that when I wiped the blood off that was about to drip off my chin.
Seeing that they didn't have anything to guard now, I sent the two blocky men
off to fetch my dad's nurse and bring us some clean towels. I spotted my
wheelchair and gratefully sat down in it to rest a moment.
Elsie was still holding my hand, looking all around her with eyes of wonder. I
realized she had never seen the outside of one of those rooms, and then
remembered I had run across the location of the room where she first had met her
Master while I was browsing Steven's mind.
When the first guard came back with the towels, I had him help me take my
clothes off and dry me off before pushing me in my wheelchair, heading towards
that room of hers.
The room was actually another cell, but had a normal door separating the bedroom
and a small hall. The hall didn't go anywhere until the door was safely locked,
then the far wall was opened from outside just like the rest.
I felt her excitement when she recognized the room, then had to hold her off
from dragging me to the bed for a fuck. I convinced her to take a shower while
the nurse bandaged my wound, and actually had to wait a while before she finally
came out.
I nearly didn't recognize her when she opened the bathroom's door. She had
shaven her legs and arm pits, cut her hair real nice, and to top it all off she
had oiled her body up making her dark skin glisten erotically in the light.
My already hard dick jumped from the sight, almost trying to disattach from the
rest of me to get at that hot piece of snatch. And as she came close, her
tongue started to tease me with its motions, and her hands made some very
exciting motions that made my mouth water.
I scooted back from the edge of the bed and laid down with my flag pole sticking
straight up, watching her climb onto the bed like a big cat stalking her prey.
She crawled up my body, letting the tip of my cock slowly drag across her chest
and belly before halting with my cock aimed right for her nicely trimmed puss.
I was filled with expectation and lust, not caring that the nurse recommended
another twelve hours before intercourse, and could barely contain myself from
reaching up and pulling her hot body down on top of me.
But just as I felt she was about to plunge herself down, Elsie's personality was
brushed aside and Melissa's face went from showing a seductive sexually aroused
woman to the smiling face of a little girl.
"Hi Tim!" she exclaimed.
When I groaned from frustration, she said, "What's wrong? Aren't you happy to
see me?"
"Melissa, has anyone told you your timing sucks?" I said, giving her a weak grin
back.
"What do you mean?" she said before noticing my still hard cock below her. "Oh.
Is that all you two do?"
"No. But it what we like doing the most. Haven't you ever watched?"
"Why? It's gross. As soon as Elsie pointed out I was growing boobs, I made
sure I would never have to do that stuff. Elsie does it for me."
"Melissa, do you trust me?" I asked.
"I guess so."
"Then let me show you what it is supposed to be like. Just once. I promise
I'll stop if you say."
"No way. It's gross. And it hurts."
"No it doesn't. It feels good. And it doesn't have to be gross. Just trust
me, okay?" I said, forming an empathic connection and sharing the tenderness I
was feeling while rubbing her cheek with the back of my fingers.
"But... I promised I wouldn't, and I'm not old enough... and.."
"How old are you, then? You look old enough to me."
"I... I guess... I don't know how old I am. But I don't think I want to.."
I started to use my magic touch a little on her cheek, and since she wasn't
stopping it, I started turning it up a little.
"There now. Just lay down on top of me a while and let me give you a little
loving. That's it."
"Tim?" she said after feeling my hands slide up and down her body in an attempt
to arouse her.
"Yes?"
"If I did do it, I'd probably want to do it again, right?"
"Probably, yeah."
"Then I can't do it. I don't want to become like Elsie and have to do it all
the time with every man who wants me to."
"You wouldn't, silly. People don't normally go around having sex with every
person who offers. You wouldn't want to do it with anyone except someone who
you care for. You saved my life, Melissa. I care about you, and want to share
what it means to be free and alive. And making love is one of the nicest things
a person can do. Ask Elsie. I made love to her, and it was completely
different than the sex we had."
Several more minutes went by without either of us saying anything out loud, but
her body started to respond to my caresses enough that I gently rolled us over
so she was on her back with me on top.
"I don't..." she said before I put my finger over her lips to hush her. I
looked deeply into her eyes and lowered my face to hers, finding her fear ebbing
away and her excitement rising.
She closed her eyes before my lips touched hers, then passively allowed me to
kiss her. I felt her excitement building even more as she followed her
instincts and wrapped her arms around me. My own excitement started to grow as
she began to actively kiss me back and explore my back with her hands.
I was surprised when her tongue snaked out of her mouth and into mine, never
expecting her to be the one to try it first. Her tongue's movements quickly
lost its obvious lack of experience, and soon we were frenching like pros.
At some point my dick had grown hard again, and when I shifted my positions
slightly, she suddenly felt its presence and gasped. We broke the kissing off
and panted in each other's faces as a battle between her fear and lust waged
inside her head.
When I saw her fear was winning, I kissed her on the lips gently, then rolled
off and laid down beside her. But I wasn't giving up, just changing tactics. I
took her hand and started kissing my way up her fingers, up the back of the
hand, then slowly made my way up her arm. By the time I reached her shoulder,
she was back in the groove of things, and at the first chance she got, she
pressed her lips against mine and attempted to french once more.
I kept my mouth shut until she had settled down and was simply trying to kiss,
then slightly parted my lips and allowed her cautious tongue to get its
satisfaction while adjusting our position again so that she was on her back and
I was partially on top of her again.
Once I was where I wanted to be, I broke our mouth apart, then began kissing
down her neck while turning my magic touch up to a decent level.
Between my lips and my roaming right hand, Melissa was starting to lose her fear
to her arousal and pleasure. And to my pleasure, when my mouth reached her left
nipple, I found Melissa felt every bit of my magic touch, not having bothered to
block its senses while she was in control.
When she started to consistently gasp at my sucking and groping of her breasts,
I decided it was time to make or break the horse's back, and started my hand on
its journey towards her heavenly patch below.
When my hand was on its final approach, crossing the open plains of her lower
belly, she suddenly started to have a battle of nerves, and I saw I either would
have to forget it, or risk it all and go for it.
My hand dived for her pleasure knob, and was rewarded by a nice moan while her
head went way back and her crotch pressed against my hand. I didn't try to
press my advantage any more yet, however, and only gently stimulated her crotch
with my hand until she had recovered her wits.
Once I saw she had accepted what I was doing, I kissed her breast and then her
tummy as I moved down and positioned my head between her legs.
"What are you going to do?" she said nervously.
"I'm going to kiss you, like this," I replied before taking a nose dive into her
hot wet cunt.
Her lovely moan and series of gasps gave me such a hardon that I stopped simply
kissing her and started going full out. I was probing her pussy with my tongue,
finding it very familiar, yet somewhat new and exciting. Then I realized what
it was that made it so much more pleasurable. In every sense but physically,
she was a virgin to sex.
So when her legs clamped around my back and she started to hump my face, I
nearly came from the unexpected pleasure, then quickly changed my mind when she
hurt my bandaged wound.
To my astonishment, when I tried to make her let go of me by pressing my finger
gently against her rose, her ass opened up and swallowed my finger, triggering
the no longer a girl's first orgasm.
When she did let me go, my pain was long forgotten, having lusted for that ass
for who knows how many weeks. My finger was starting to move in and out of her
ass freely, I having helped myself to her pussy juices to lubricate her other
hole. God she was tight. When I finally worked my second finger in, I knew I
would never enter her ass without causing her a great deal of pain at first. I
was very disappointed.
I felt dizzy by the time I had pulled my fingers out of her ass, having
overexerted myself again. I remember her calling my name while I crawled off to
the side of her, my senses starting to darken. I didn't lose consciousness, but
everything went dark and quiet for a moment, then came back slowly.
"Are you okay?" Melissa asked worriedly.
"I'll be all right after a while. I just need some rest."
"And something to eat," she said when my stomach growled.
"Yeah. I guess I haven't eaten in a long time."
"Would it be okay if I let Elsie back so I could tell the others?"
"Why don't you just go to them physically and tell them?"
"Huh? You mean... I hadn't thought..."
She paused a few moments while I felt her emotions go haywire with hope then
extreme grief.
"Tim? I want to find my family," she said as she burst into tears.
I groaned internally but managed to sit up and hold her while she wept. She
cried a long time, longer than I had done with her. She had years of emotions
built up inside her, never being able to release them since she didn't dare show
her true self to the outside world.
Eventually I had to lay down again, and found her quite willing to lay on top of
me while she recovered her latest bout of sorrow. I drifted off a few times
during her periods of rest, then would be awakened when she started to cry
again.
I woke up finding she had fallen asleep herself, and felt my lack of food having
an effect on my well being. It was well into the evening by then, and most of
the cooks were already finished cleaning up.
I found my dad's chef and asked him to whip something up and have it brought to
the room, but found him a bit cranky and fairly unwilling. I was in the midst
of altering his attitude when I realized what I was doing.
I had been very upset by all those people having been taken advantage of and
made to serve the other's wishes. I couldn't bear the thought that all these
people would be enslaved and made to do who knows what for the rest of their
lives. But the people who were already enslaved I didn't have a problem with
changing them to suit my purposes. I had been living with people my dad had
made his servants all this time without setting but a few of them free. What
the hell was wrong with me?
But then I saw the other side of the equation. My dad would never forgive me if
I turned all his servants loose. In fact I knew that many of those people had
been slaves so long that they wouldn't be able to take up a normal life without
being programmed for it, and what kind of life would they live like that? Like
Carol. She's been his car slut longer than I had been alive, over half her
life. If she was suddenly set free, she would most likely seek out the security
of what she had with my dad and wind up doing it for someone else who might not
take care of her. I knew in Carols case, my dad would take care of her as long
as he lived, her being as much of a keep sake as anything else. Dad does keep
good care of his possessions.
Then I got to thinking about the others. My dad didn't have any female servants
over the age of twenty-eight at the mansions. Just last February he had
reprogrammed two of his maids with the skills he required for hiring them as
accountants. They moved out of the mansion and into a decent apartment building
he owned, and would probably live there the rest of their lives faithfully
working for him during the day, then afterwards attempt to recover a somewhat
normal life living in a building full of women. Less than a third ever find a
husband, most of them turning to a lesbian life with the multiple partners
available at home.
So instead of making the chef do it, I bribed him by promising him a night of
fucking the nurse who I knew wouldn't mind since she had 'noticed' him several
times while in my presence. Something about chef's white uniform drove her
absolutely bonkers. That was why she had become a nurse. Doctors wear similar
white outfits.
Deb was checking me over by the time the cook brought the cart of food in,
awaking Melissa with its rattle. Once the two professionals were finished with
their duties, I sent them on their way, noting they weren't a bad looking
couple, but maybe that was because their outfits did kind of match.
We said very little as we pigged out, Melissa going absolutely nuts over the
taste of real food again. When our tummies had enough, we both laid down on our
backs and felt the drowsiness set in.
I fell asleep without much trouble, but later woke up from Melissa calling my
name.
"Tim, can we... You know. Do that again? I want to go tell my friends and ask
them where they are so I can find them for real, but... Oh! I'm already
starting to do it!" she whined.
"Hey, its not what you think. When's the last time you were in control of your
body this long?"
"Not since I made Elsie," she said sadly.
"You have to realize that you just woke up in a woman's body for the first time
in your life, right after having your first orgasm," I said.
She gave me confused look, so I added, "Orgasm. That's what you call that
feeling that felt really good."
"Oh.." she said still disturbed.
"Melissa, you're a woman now. I know you don't feel like one, but maybe that's
because you've hid behind Elsie all this time and she did all your growing up
for you. I still am not sure what Elsie is, but I know she is a real person. A
real woman. Maybe if you can figure out a way to merge her with yourself
you..."
"NO! She's so... Gross! I don't want to be anything like her!" she sobbed.
"Hey! That's not being fair to her. She's done the best she could. You owe
her for keeping you in one piece while you hid from your troubles and made her
deal with them."
"But she isn't real! She's not me!"
"You may believe that, but I don't. From what I've seen, she started out as a
copy of you, but you and her grew apart because you didn't experience everything
she did. You may be the one in control, but she's lived your life for you. If
anything, SHE has more right to your body than you do. SHE is the real Melissa.
You're just what she used to be."
"NO! How can you say that! I trusted you! I liked you! I... Did that thing
with you!" she screamed getting off the bed and backing towards the door.
"Melissa.." I said attempting to capture her eyes with mine as I had the outer
and inner door sealed.
"Why are you doing this!" she said after running to the door and trying it.
"Because I'm your friend, but I'm also Elsie's friend too. Now calm down. I'm
not going to make you do anything you don't want to do. And if you think about
it, how could I? You could knock me flat just by breathing on me."
"But... But..." she stammered. "You want me to become her!"
"NO! No, no, no, no, noooo," I said walking up to her shaking my head. "You
silly. You won't become her. You are the little girl inside her that she lost
to the things they put her through. Don't you see? She needs you. And you
need her because you can't handle this on your own. The person you two would
become together wouldn't you or her, but both. You'll be whole again."
Finally her eyes did meet mine, but I didn't bother forming the empathic
connection. Instead I just let our gaze pull us closer for a kiss, then found
her pushing me back towards the bed.
She laid me down in the bed then started to copy what I had done to her. Her
lips kissed their way down to my nipple, but then continued their way to my
crotch. I couldn't believe she was going that far so quickly, but didn't stop
her when she took my dick in her hand and gave it a few experimental tugs.
Melissa stopped and looked at me, seemingly asking me a question with her eyes.
"What is it, sweet thing?"
"Nothing," she said, letting my dick go and crawling up my body like Elsie had
done that afternoon. And when she was in the same position that Elsie had been
in before she had taken over, I saw she was going to continue it herself.
But as my dick finished aligning itself, she asked, "Will this make me a woman?"
"Sweetie, the thing that makes you a woman is time. This is only one of the
things a girl, or boy for that matter, has to deal with while they grow up. This
won't fix your problems, and it might make them worse. You don't have to do it,
okay?"
"But this is what Elsie does?! She wants to do it!? And I guess I do too?!
What does this mean?"
"It means you have nothing to fear by joining with Elsie. Don't you see? She
is you! You are her! The only difference is one went through hell while the
other stopped growing up! You have to merge to become the real Melissa.
"SHIT!" I said as she plunged herself down on my cock, feeling her emotions
running through her mind freely. I couldn't focus on what she was doing,
feeling my head hurting from the physical exertion I was expending while she
fucked my cock at a maddening speed.
Her initial burst of energy quickly ran out, slowing down a bit and starting to
do more than just fuck. Her lips found mine, and while her tongue forced its
way into my mouth, I gave into the lust she was building up inside me and
reached around her to feel her smooth back.
Just like she had done when we first kissed, Melissa's fucking became less
amateurish and more controlled and refined. I was enjoying myself, feeling the
comfort of her familiar body, and then suddenly realized there was more to it
than that.
Right then her humping changed dramatically, and I recognized Elsie's and my
favorite fuck pattern, the long tall hump, but yet wasn't exactly the same.
I checked my suspicion by using my magic touch on her breast, then continued to
pleasure her like that when her sudden squeal told me she had felt it.
Her deep breathing finally made her stop the intermittent kisses she had been
giving me, and I listened to her panting and grunting in my ear. I found myself
desiring to hear the lovely sounds of her moans, so activated my invisible cock
and made her feel its tip against her ass.
The second I did that, I got the opposite response I had expected. She whirled
around so fast my real cock got twisted in the process, and that ended the love
session for the moment.
"Sorry," she said realizing what had happened.
"That's okay. I should have said something first," I said as I laid my little
man down gently. "How does it feel to be whole again?"
"Nice," she said, maneuvering herself into a sixty nine position. "But you were
wrong about something."
"Oh? What's that?" I said quickly as her tongue licked across my nuts and her
crotch eased itself onto my mouth.
"I'll do it with anyone," she said between licks.
"Oh? What happened to it being gross?" I said before nibbling her hood.
"That was something I grew out of a long time ago," she said licking my cock
like a lollipop.
As we kept up the oral gratification, my mind kept focusing on her ass only
inches away. I finally couldn't take it any longer and started to slip my right
hand cautiously up her side and over my head where her butt was. She became
still when I used my magic touch on her rose, and flinched when I managed to
insert my finger inside her.
Then she let out a "ssssssssssssssssssssaaaaa" when I started to move my finger
in and out, then started grunting with pleasure. I worked the second one in,
finding her attempting to relax her back door, then was shocked to find her
loosening up a great deal more.
"DO IT!" she suddenly gasped. "Do it NOW before I change my MIND!"
I moved as fast as I could, finding my chance at the ass of my desires, and had
my cock pressing at her asshole before she had taken the next breath.
I only briefly paused to check and make sure she was sure, then told her to try
and keep pushing until I was all the way in. We both took a deep breath, then
she immediately let it out in a delightful moan as my cock slid easily into her
anal socket.
Her ass was ten times the pleasure than Teresa's had been, and something about a
black woman's ass just drives me wild. I could barely believe I was all the way
in, feeling her heart beat through her tight ass's walls. It promised to be the
best ass fuck I had had for a long time.
As if someone had flipped a switch, I started fucking her ass in synchrony with
her rocking back and forth, quickly adapting our favorite fucking style to work
doggy style. The moans and grunts we both made drove me totally ballistic,
making me hump with vigor that of course resulted in making me dizzy again.
I had to lay down on top of her back, making sure that my dick stayed in while I
waited out the darkening of my vision and hearing. When I felt myself able to
continue, I gave her lovely brown back a few tasty licks, then straightened back
up to have another go.
It took a few pumps to get her back into the mood for it, and then realized she
was faking a fair amount of her moans and groans. It didn't produce as much
pleasure as she had let on, and she didn't feel all that great about it in the
first place. But it was her way of thanking me for setting her free, and knew
me well enough to know my turn ons.
One of the things that made me want to have anal sex with women was the pleasure
I got from sharing what it felt like with them. I wanted them to experience the
joy of anal sex, knowing most of them would never get beyond the initial pain
and discomfort without my help. So to find Melissa not getting the most from
the experience was extremely disappointing.
But instead of giving up, I asked her to get on her back, then re-entered her
ass and bent forward to kiss her. While we petted each others tongues, I gently
probed her in a manner that was a request to open a link. When her response was
positive, I formed a two way and immediately found her pleasure rising three
fold.
We swapped bodies pretty quickly, with her wanting to experience having a dick
to fuck with, while I wanted to diagnose the weak pleasure signals she received
from her ass. I found the cause to be an old block she had unknowingly set
while her brother entered her ass the first time, and when I released it, I knew
it was time to try again.
She didn't want to give up my body, but I promised her she would get another
chance when I was feeling up to it, then had to kick her out before she could
resist.
The moment we had our own senses back to ourselves, I sent a pulse of my magic
touch out my dick, then smiled as she emitted a moan I knew was real.
And that was what triggered my desire to break her and enslave her to my will so
I could let her go. I was my new self again, feeling the power and knowing I
could do it without making her into something she wasn't meant to be. I wanted
her to always remember me, to always desire me, and most importantly, to be free
of any distrust for me.
I formed my invisible cock and plunged it into her smushed pussy, feeling her
jump and squirm as my real cock started to grow inside her. I started sending
pulses of heat and pleasure through her pussy and ass, driving her to a lovely
orgasm that would only be the first of who knew how many.
I started bobbing my head up and down, teasing her with magic touch filled licks
that made her frantically lick me back whenever I came into range. Her mind had
already submitted itself to the pleasure I was giving her, and now I began using
my empathic senses to manipulate my stimulation to her body and make her mine.
As I stopped to rest, I sent my hundred tongues to lick her body inside and out
while my invisible cock filled her puss greater than was physically possible
while it fucked. I knew she was nearing the breaking point when her still face
was triggered into a licking frenzy from just a single touch of my tongue.
Sending her small shivers of utter joy while whispering she needed to release
herself to me, wanted to give herself to me, let her life, her mind, her will be
mine and mine alone. Then I pushed my surging dick into her ass deeply, sending
a wave of devastating pleasure into her rectum and letting it echo through her
body as I repeated the words of enslavement.
Her mouth began to attempt repeating my words after the forth time I did that.
Then by the sixth I felt my cum starting boil as she started saying the words of
enslavement without me.
I started fucking her ass freely and carefree, listening to her holler the words
of enslavement, then finally as my cum exploded into her ass, she opened her
eyes and screamed them before passing out.
Strangely enough, I didn't pass out after my orgasm took me. I was surprised
that I even felt somewhat refreshed, and pulled my dick out of her ass with
smile of satisfaction.
"Two down, a couple of billion to go," I muttered as I carefully got up off the
bed.
Before I went to take a quick shower, I looked at my old cell mate sleeping
peacefully on the bed. She appeared so much younger than when she first came
out of the bathroom. Perhaps it was my other senses again interfering with my
perception, but maybe I was just seeing her for the young woman she really was
instead of the part animal part little girl her two halves had been.
Yeah.. The whole Melissa was definitely 100% all woman, and I wouldn't want her
any other way.
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Tim, the Teenage MC
By Rass Senip - Proofread by Evil Eye
Chapter XII: 10th Grade, Summer 1987
Part 5 - Sisters of Deceit
(mc, mf, mffff, ff)
My head was hurting again by the time I reached the room where Suzi was. It was
well after midnight, and I was absolutely beat. I almost left, however, when I
found Suzi didn't recognize me again. But after a few minutes of letting a few
of my tears flow, I felt it all come back to her again a moment before she
called my name.
Despite my tiredness, I didn't get much sleep that night. Even though I was
comforted by Suzi's physical presence, something else about her made me feel
uncomfortable in a different way. It was like I could feel how damaged or
injured her... spirit was. Like she had been burned terribly or was recovering
from an auto accident. There was the feeling she was slowly recovering, but yet
I knew she would never completely recover from this terrible wounding of her
soul. There simply would always be a scar.
The following morning wasn't that restful either. I spent a good three hours
being interrogated separately by the Inquisitor and two other cabal members, one
of them being Patrick, the guy Gordie had mentioned. And I only have one thing
to say about the guy.
He's an asshole to the fifth power.
I don't think I could have even talked him into letting a corpse go free. God
how he pissed me off. He treated me like a five year old, talking down to me,
speaking in simple terms even a five year old would have rolled their eyes up
at, and then telling me I wouldn't understand whenever I asked him anything that
he hadn't told me already.
The other one was a really butch looking woman who would interrupt our
discussion with her views of what I would sound like in her dungeon as my cock
was being put through who knows what. And I had the distinct impression she
would have had my nipples pierced the moment I had walked in her office if the
Inquisitor's warning look hadn't stopped her.
So after being scanned, grilled, insulted, treated like a child, then having my
nerves continuously rattled by her damn observations while she shrewdly asked me
questions I would have preferred not to have recalled the answers for, I topped
of the morning by going to see Joey in his cell.
Or more like dodging his attempts to kill me by trying to head butt my stomach
or groin the whole time. He was so unbalanced that his mind simply went around
the commands many people had already given him, and was in a straitjacket to
prevent him from hurting himself or others. I didn't dare try to form an
empathic connection with him. His emotions were so chaotic and powerful, I
wouldn't have stood a chance.
So after spending an hour outside his cell clearing out the useless commands in
his head, I wearily went to find my mom to talk to her about Michael.
"Oh honey," she said when I found her. "You look so tired. Why don't you go
take a nap and not worry about Michael until after you're feeling up to it?"
"Because if I try and take a nap alone, I'll either end up crying or thinking
about how much I want to go beat Patrick's stupid head into the ground.
Melissa's trying to find her brother and sister, Joey's all screwed up, I get
uncomfortable around Suzi like she is, and there isn't anyone else I want to go
sleep with."
"What about the twins? Your father checked on them this morning and found them
awake. Why don't you go find Joy and Honey so they know you're okay, then maybe
take a nap with them. I think they are still in cell 11B5."
"Huh? What are they still doing in there? Oh wait. Don't tell me. I have a
pretty good idea," I said, feeling my tummy growl.
When I arrived at cell B5 in row 11, I hit the open button and walked in. I
couldn't help but smile at my sort of adopted sisters. They were both fast
asleep on the queen size bed, obviously having becoming sleepy after a big meal.
But considering they apparently had been locked up in here without any means of
getting out, I checked their minds for any signs of stress. There wasn't any,
so as I stripped my itchy clothes off once more, I had a passerby hit the close
button for some privacy.
I crawled in bed with them, delighted to feel the soft sheets and their warm
bodies next to me as I snuggled in to join them in slumber. Neither of them
stirred, and soon I was fast asleep.
I was awakened by a warm mouth at my crotch, and another at my mouth. I didn't
even open my eyes as I kissed Honey back as her sister brought me up to full
arousal.
My eyes opened wide, however, when Joy pulled her mouth off and held it for her
sister as she lowered her pussy on it. I barely had time to feel her slide me
all the way in her before I heard the wall opening up.
"Holy shit," I said as another pair of twins walked in. As the wall shut behind
them, I couldn't help but stare at the remarkable closeness in looks between the
two sets of twins. They obviously were not quadruplets, but...
"Are they.. your sisters?" I asked Honey as she returned to her slow fucking.
I got a yes back, then had to close my eyes as I felt their combined empathic
power begin to flow through me.
"That felt wonderful," I said a few moments later, opening my eyes up to find
the four of them apparently busily communicating in the way only known to them.
I felt there was some sort of argument going on, and then found Honey unmounting
me. As the two sets of twins stood facing each other seemingly deep in their
argument, I studied the new twins a little closer. They obviously were younger
than Joy and Honey, but it was difficult to determine exactly how much younger
they were.
I concluded they must be about fourteen, maybe fifteen, but seemed to remember
Joy's and Honey's breasts being bigger than theirs when I had first met them. So
fourteen was probably as close as I was going to get.
My thoughts were interrupted when my twins suddenly attempted to grab the
younger two. The younger twins panicked a little and backing away from their
bigger sisters.
I watched dumbfounded as my two twins chased the other two around the room,
finally causing the younger two to emit feelings of fear.
"Hey! What's going on! Why are they afraid of you?" I said getting ready to
step in.
Joy and Honey sent me a HUGE wave of emotion that basically said, "STAY OUT OF
THIS."
But the other two were now sending me their own pleas for help, and I was torn
between my trust of my so called sisters and the seemingly innocence of the
other two's pleas.
Just as I was about to interrupt physically, both my girls broke out in a run
which was so uncharacteristic of them, I was too stunned to stop them from
pulling the other two down.
As the younger girls struggled to escape, Honey and Joy began soothing them with
touches and feels, obviously sexual in nature. My dick rose again as I realized
that they were attempting to seduce their own younger sisters.
Joy and Honey were kissing their nude bodies as they pulled themselves up to
their faces. I could feel there was something much more going on here than
just a simple incestual lesbian action, and watched fascinated as the young
girls' expressionless faces seemed to be struggling to remain that way.
As Joy and Honey began kissing their faces, teasing their lips with their
tongues, and gently rubbing their crotches with their own, I could feel the
young girls' emotions sharply increase, then suddenly as if someone had cut a
string, the two pairs of twins were actively sucking on each other's mouths.
The smaller girls on the bottom lost their reservations of what was happening,
and fairly quickly they were putting out as much as they received. In unison
the two pairs of lovers assumed a sixty-nine position, and I sat there jerking
myself off while I witnessed the four of them sucking and licking each other
until all five of us simultaneously came, with my load shooting across the room.
Feeling rather weak, I laid back on the bed before I had a momentary blackout. I
laid there resting for a while, listening to the four girls breathing and
kissing once in a while.
I think I had only been asleep a few minutes when I heard a gasp. I sat up to
find the younger two watching Joy and Honey kiss each other lovingly on the
lips.
"Shit," was all I could think of to say. I had never witnessed them ever doing
anything like that before. My flag pole was flying high again as Honey lowered
Joy onto her back.
The younger twins seemed to feel even more uncomfortable about this, but I could
tell by the way they would momentarily look at each other that it was only a
matter of time before... Yep. Just like someone had cut another string.
Suddenly they both just turned to each other and greeted each others mouths with
their own.
I felt something strange come from Honey and Joy, and just as I had moved my
attention to them I saw Honey looking at Joy in a strange way before giving her
a sweet kiss on her cheek. Then Honey got off her and the two went over to
break up the two younger twins.
I watched with growing curiosity as Honey and Joy went out of their character
even more. Joy laid down on the floor with her younger sister and began showing
her the ways of gentle lesbian loving, while Honey brought the other somewhat
unsure girl over to me and placed her hand in mine. Honey made it absolutely
clear it was vital I make love to her as gently and sweetly as I could, then she
turned around and joined her twin.
I couldn't believe what was happening, but I knew whatever they were planning,
it was something to do with what had happened to Joey and Suzi. I had no real
way of knowing this. It just felt like it to me. So just as the younger girl
started to have second thoughts, I reached out to her with my own empathic
ability and captured her lovely brown eyes.
But then she looked over at the struggling mound of flesh on the floor, and I
had to physically stop her from trying to join them. That's when I suddenly saw
part of what the twins were attempting to do. Just as I had taken Joy to the
brink and back alone, they were doing the same with their two sisters. They
were trying to make them form their own separate identities by making them
experience different events.
I could sense how close I was to seeing the little girl behind those brown eyes.
I smiled at her, giving her my best open and friendly intentions, finding to my
surprise that it was working. I felt there was something more to this than what
I was doing. Why did all the twins want to suck me? Why was this girl going
doe-eyed on me? Looking like she just got kissed by her favorite heart-throb...
"Shit," I muttered, finding myself deeply honored and somewhat unsure I was
worthy of their... whatever it was. But my ego loved it, and she was just as
precious as Joy and Honey had been the day I met them. And I knew there was
something I had to do before anything else took place.
"Have you been given a name?" I asked.
As expected, the answer was a no. But what I didn't expect her answer to
contain with it was a mixture of fear and hopefulness. And because I didn't
understand the source of the fear, I took a deep breath and formed an empathic
connection.
The connection was nothing like I had ever experienced before. Whenever I had
formed an empathic connection with the twins before, there had been only a
slight hint as to something going on beyond the emotionless steady calm they
always seemed to have. My empathic ability's increased level of sensitivity now
was picking the incredible finely controlled rotation of emotions, surging and
receding so quickly that I swore they were almost speaking to me...
"So that's how you do it," I said very softly.
I felt the concern of the twin rise from the small peaks to larger ones,
realizing that to her I was probably invading her privacy. While I didn't close
the connection, I did start paying more attention on the face of the girl in
front of me, stroking her cheek and closing the space between us.
But then my attention was drawn to the surges in her emotions as our lips met
and her cool mouth invited me to enter by opening slightly. With fascination I
studied the incredibly complex rotating emotions passing through her being. And
from somewhere in my lifted knowledge, I suddenly recognized what exactly this
meant.
Just like a TV station transmitting a picture using carrier waves, this
incredibly fast changing of emotions was actually their way of communicating
with each other without anyone else being able to detect it. And the only
reason they could do this was from their finely tuned control over their
emotions.
Sensing my mind was elsewhere, the girl broke her kiss with a feeling of
disappointment. I felt extremely guilty for that, and closed the connection
that instant.
"I'm sorry," I said, looking down at her modest breasts, finding her nipples
softening and receding.
Seeing I had really ruined the mood, I looked back up at her face and said, "Can
I try that again?" then pressed my lips against hers before she could give me an
answer.
This time I concentrated on the task at hand, quickly wrapping my arms around
her and pulling her onto the bed next to me. She melted in my arms, letting me
feel her cool skin against my body while calmly responding to my kissing with
her own.
I made love to those lips with my heart and soul. Gentle kissing intermixed
with surges of fast frenching, we must have kissed for almost twenty minutes.
Suddenly she took the lead by rolling me onto my back and while plunging her
tongue into my mouth, she began exploring my chest with her hands.
Her desire was overpowering her tight self control, and while her body started
to slide on top of mine, I suddenly knew she would use her power on me if I let
her mount my cock.
But the moment after that thought ran through my head, her wetness slid across
my hard member, sliding my tool deep within her well fucked cunt.
Not knowing what her intentions were, I attempted to capture her eyes with mine.
But when I felt her emotions flood into my being, my eyes rolled up in my head
while my hands went to their positions at her breasts.
As my mind begin to lose its ability to think, my own empathic abilities
suddenly opened up and began to emulate what she was doing to me. I felt the
shock pass through her body as she experienced the same power she was using on
me, then found the harder she tried, the stronger I became.
When I found myself able to think again, I felt her attempt to take that away
from me. I quickly responded by concentrating my energy in fucking the bitch,
planning on taking her over the edge and keep her there, enslaving her Timmy
style.
But when I finally managed to put her on her back and start driving my cock as
deep as I could, I found myself way too tired to attempt something like that,
and somehow her face seemed too innocent to do it to her. So as her power
completely cut out, I slowed my fucking to a gentle hump, then carefully made
love to her neck and face.
Her attempts to overpower me quickly left my mind, finding myself enjoying
making love to this younger girl much more than I thought I would. My cock
finally found the best angle to pleasure her, and even though I knew her
responses were entirely faked, I couldn't help find the few sounds she made very
rewarding.
When my balls began the familiar sensations of getting ready to cum, I got up on
my arms and started to give her full long strokes like the ones Melissa and I
had practiced so many times. As I built up in speed, I began surging my feeling
of desire and pleasure with each plunge. I found her opening her eyes with each
hump, feeling the emotion and the fullness of my cock fill her more and more.
The moment my dick began to surge with my seed, my eyes met hers and a
connection was instantly formed. Her defenses fell, my emotions over came hers,
and her young body stiffened and rolled as our orgasm washed through her
helpless soul.
Then there was a sense of clarity of what my intentions were, and what hers had
been. We could see each other's souls in a way I never thought possible, and
while the tears started to fill the brown eyes below me, I smiled and kissed her
cheek before gently dismounting.
I found the other three on the floor watching me stunned and beginning to feel
the tears of their sister. As I looked each in the eyes, they immediately
allowed my empathic scan to proceed, revealing their deep urge to impress their
desires and needs onto the males they could enslave.
I had the impression they had all practiced their mind wiping talent enough to
believe they could enslave any male on the planet. But my own abilities had
spiked with her attempt to make me her toy for an evening, and now they were
ashamed to find that I was pure of heart enough not to enslave the young girl
while I had every right to do so.
And suddenly I felt it. A very familiar feeling that I hadn't realized I had
felt before. A call from the twins I had called sisters. But this call was not
sisterly in nature. This was the call of my Mistresses, the ones who had turned
me into their sexual boy-toy to worship their every whim and fantasy.
All those months I had believed they had been content with just my loving
caresses and my sharing moments of closeness with them where only the instances
they hadn't blocked from my memory with their intense emotional vices. The
Inquisitor and my mother who had both scanned my mind intensely had never even
suspected they had put their controls into me, having looked for the kind of
tampering that telepaths like to use.
But their call would not work this time. Awash in their emotional pull, I
walked up to the pair of them and slapped them hard across the cheeks. The call
stopped immediately and the twins stood there realizing I wasn't under their
control any longer.
"HOW DARE YOU!" I yelled. "You, you, TRAITORS! I can't believe you DID that!
TO ME! I would have done anything for you without you forcing me! I trusted
you! I... I...
"NO! It's too late to apologize. No wonder all the twins wanted me, you told
them all about how good a toy-boy I was, didn't you. And you were going to let
your little sisters be the first to play with me! I thought you were trying to
help me! Me and Suzi and Joey.. I can't believe.."
Their empathic apologizing and pleads stopped while they sank down to their
knees and began to orally worship my cock and balls. Damn, they knew their way
to a guy's heart. I couldn't help but lay down and let them do their thing.
While I was enjoying their licks and sucks, I reconsidered what they had done to
me in the past. While I wasn't entirely clear on how often or what I did during
those blanked periods, I had the impression I had enjoyed them and hadn't done
anything that would upset me normally.
The fact of the matter was, I really couldn't blame them too much. Their
overwhelming need to alter a male to fit their desires and pleasures had become
so great that they couldn't help but take advantage of my trust and willing
nature. And since they had always restored me to my regular self afterwards, I
suppose I didn't have as much reason to be upset.
But I couldn't forgive them for their outright deceit. I probably would have
agreed to letting them do it to me if I had known how strongly their needs were,
but that was before I had lost my trust in their seemingly openness towards me.
I continued letting them pleasure my groin, finding it relaxing to both myself
and them. Their younger sisters watched with emotionless looks from the bed,
looking as if they were sitting in front of the TV watching an old rerun they
had seen so many times.
That all stopped when the food dispenser began filling the rubber cock with its
mush. Out of habit, I raced towards the cock, only to find the twins somehow
had beat me to it. I watched with amusement as they would alternately bob their
heads over the cock with a steady pattern.
When I actually studied their method, I immediately saw how inefficient they
were doing it and felt the need to correct them.
"No, no, no. That's not how you do it! Here, let me show you how," I said
spreading the girls apart and getting down on my knees.
"Yew gadda suck en big surthes, like thiff," I said with the thing in my mouth.
I sucked and bobbed my head in a fast repetitive motion, and was rewarded by a
big gob of the stuff being squirted into my mouth.
I pulled my mouth off to chew a little and swallow, then felt myself turn red
realizing I had just insulted them by telling them how to do their business.
Imagine me showing them how to suck a cock like they were some amateurs.
But because they realized I had gotten a mouth full of the stuff, they
reconsidered and tried doing it my way. The other two twins soon joined us, and
I had to have someone reset the equipment twice until we all had enough.
But I hadn't forgotten their betrayal by the time we all crawled into the bed
with full bellies. As the fuck drug started to do its thing by making my dick
rise up, I filled them in on the added ingredient to the meal we had just
finished. They all became concerned as they felt their own arousal rising
without their consent, and then pleaded for me to let them out so they could
find someone to fuck, knowing I wouldn't be enough for the four of them.
All I did was to move Joy onto her back, straddle her face, then to her
disappointment, brought Honey's ass over to fuck. My suspicion about having
fucked Honey's ass many times in the past was confirmed when she didn't even
flinch from my fast entry. Her ass fit like a well fitted glove, and I enjoyed
fucking it for a half an hour while Joy licked and sucked my balls and scrotum.
A sudden shifting in both their positions told me the other two had joined us,
then allowed the younger pair to use up some of the drug on their sisters before
stopping the action and calling the younger twin I hadn't touched over.
She immediately started to lower her mouth towards my cock, but stopped when her
nose reminded her where it had just been. I got off the bed, had her assume the
position, then entered her ass without attempting to loosen her up.
Unlike Honey and Joy, I found the master of the younger twins hadn't resisted
sodomizing them, and in fact the twin I was fucking had already been fucked once
that day, finding her ass already lubed and loose. This was probably a good
thing, however. If I had taken her cherry without her master's permission, I
would certainly have been in deep shit.
The drug induced need to fuck was something I had become used to and had gained
some control over my actions while under its influence. The girls, however,
were completely out of control, and they were finding their lesbian sex was only
making them desire cock even more.
Joy was the first to break off from the three cunt licking sisters, walking up
to my face by straddling her younger sister and mercilessly began sucking my
face.
I continued my ass fucking while I ran my hands all over Joy's body and sucked
at her face as she did mine, then felt another mouth licking at my bouncing
balls. As if that wasn't enough, the other young twin suddenly leapt onto my
back, then steadily began humping her fingers while sucking and licking my neck.
Oh God. I wanted to fuck all four of them at the same time. My movement was so
restricted, however, I couldn't even successfully fuck the one my dick was in.
I shook the one off my back, managed to stop Joy's sucking and Honey's licking,
then without pulling out of the ass I was in, I laid down on my back and started
telling them where to go.
With two fingers in each of my twin's asses, and my tongue straining to fuck the
remaining twin, the four twins began fucking in synchrony, quickly working up to
their normal slow fucking speed.
Suddenly they all started struggling to change their positions, all four of them
turning towards each other and coming together in a fourway french kiss. Or
more like a French lick. Anyway, the results of which caused me to cum, and cum
hard.
A little too hard, actually. I hurt my head from the strain, and was well on my
way to blackout city when I sensed they were about to cum also.
I don't know how I did it, but I managed to keep my tired tongue and fingers
straight and as cock like as I could until the four of them finished their
orgasm. I don't remember anything but noting they were done before passing out.
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Tim, the Teenage MC
By Rass Senip - Proofread by Evil Eye
Chapter XII: 10th Grade, Summer 1987
Part 6 - The Deal of My Life
(mc mf)
The two large wooden doors slowly and silently opened before me, then I felt
myself moving forward into the dimly lit room. The walls were very vague in the
dim light, as were the floor and ceiling. At the center, however, there was a
large black triangular table with two high backed chairs on each side. The
chairs for the side directly in front of me were empty, but the other four all
had their backs turned to me, and the dim light made it impossible to see if
they were occupied.
I suddenly felt someone standing beside me, and I was startled and relieved to
find it was the younger version of myself from my dream.
My other self was looking back at me, then glanced towards the two empty chairs
which were obviously meant for us... er mes... you know what I mean.
I walked up and we sat down and turned to face the table. All the chairs turned
at the same time, and I found myself sitting with..
"Me, myself, I and.. Me again?" I said, surprised.
On left side of the table sat two more mes, one sitting straight in his chair
with a look of intelligence on my.. his face, while the other sat comfortably in
his chair showing an ever changing array of emotions on his face.
The two on my right were... well, nude, aroused, and openly masturbating in our
presence. One was much larger in the dick department and had a masculine build
that was slightly better than I physically had been able to obtain thus far. The
other was more like what I had been before my time in the weight room started to
pay off, but he seemed more... feminine than I would have liked to see an image
of myself display, especially in his movements.
"So... What's up, dudes?" I said sitting back in my chair and putting my feet
on the table.
"Heh. I'm up." my better endowed version of me said.
"We can see that," my brainy looking version said.
"Who called this meeting, anyway?" my emotional self said curiously.
"He did," my feminine self said pointing at my younger self beside me.
"You did?" I asked myself. "Why?"
"I had to make sure everyone was in agreement," he simply stated.
"In agreement. About.."
"About what we need to do, what we want to do, and what we might want to do."
"Oh, that tells us a lot, doesn't it," my emotional self said angrily.
"Actually, it makes perfect sense," my brainy self said.
"Look, asshole," my macho self said, "Why don't you just stop playing the games
and just tell me what I mean."
"Excuse me," I said confused. "Since I've never been to one of these meetings
before, could someone tell me who the hell all of you are and why I'm here?"
"You already know how we are, just not who you are," my intelligence said.
"You're the conscious part of Tim. You are the servant and the master of the
rest of us. You are always being controlled by one or more of us, but only you
decide which one and for how long."
"Okay... That explains me. You're my brains, you're my emotions, and those two
are my.... er, sexualities or something? Then who are you?" I asked my younger
version.
"I'm your conscience, or subconscious self."
"Oh. Uhm, nice to meet you," I said uncertainly. "So what is it you want to
agree on?"
"In no order of importance, what I am going to do about Joey, Suzi, Michael,
Penny, David, Melissa, mom, the rest of the people being auctioned off, and...
Huh. I guess that's all for the moment."
"Shit," I said with everyone agreeing with me.
"Well, if Emotion is up to it," my intelligence began, "I believe with the twins
help we could reverse the effects on all of them. The question is who first?"
"Suzi!" my macho self yelled at the same time as my feminine self yelled "Joey!"
"Well, we have two votes," I said. "What about you Emotion? You're going to be
doing most of the work."
"I... I... I'm so torn.." he said, switching back and forth from a frown and a
smile. "I think... Suzi would be easier, but Joey might need it more."
"I agree with Emotion," Intelligence said when I glanced at him. "Joey seems to
be getting worse as time goes on. He should be made the priority. Then if it
fails on him the first time, we should try Suzi then attempt Joey again."
I looked at my conscience, but he said, "I do not have an opinion here. I only
give advice when the others can not, or when they are advising something that
violates what is right. However I would like to point out that Michael's
condition is also unknown, and that he may already unable to be woken up.
"And the fact that the auction has finally started, we will not have a better
chance to interfere or prevent the others being sold. Penny and David are to be
sold along with... Just a moment..."
He turned his chair and was out the door in a flash. I barely looked over at
the others for their reaction before he returned and said, "We have another
problem. I just checked with the outside world and found that Melissa is still
considered to be a slave. And worse yet, she has been bought by Patrick, and he
has already taken control of her mind."
"I guess THAT is our first priority," I said, looking over at the others. "Is
it agreed?"
The room went pitch black and moments later I found myself laying on my back.
I opened my eyes to find the familiar look of a cell's glowing white ceiling
above me and the familiar humming in my ears.
"I guess that was a yes," I muttered sitting up.
I made my way to where the auction was being held at, stopping a few times along
the way to rest to keep myself from passing out again. I cursed myself for not
having used the wheelchair, then cursed myself out again for not getting dressed
when I realized only slaves would be nude.
I managed to hitch a ride on the back of a firmly built man-slave when he
crossed my path. He had been on his way to join his mistress in the hall where
the auction was being held, so it wasn't like I was keeping him from his duties,
just slowing him down a little.
His mind was so firmly controlled and programmed, I couldn't tell if there was
anything left of the original man's personality. As I probed into his mind for
memories of his true life, I found he had been enslaved by a woman he was raping
in a park one night. Apparently his raping had triggered the woman's discovery
of her abilities and had since then been the recipient of many raping before she
had completely taken his mind.
The slave's mind also had some useful information about the auction. Like who
to see to check who was sold to whom and the like. Also, I found that the
buyers weren't using money to purchase the slaves. Everyone was given an equal
amount of credits to use, making the auction into a kind of game of wits and
deviousness rather one of financial resources.
Apparently they were enjoying themselves tremendously. Laughter and friendly
chatter was all we could hear as we approached the great hall. Before we
entered, I got off the man's back and sent him on in, taking a look around
through his eyes while physically staying out of sight.
Not that I got that good of a look before being cut off. No sooner than I had
seen that there were at least fifty people in there, I felt the eyes of several
of them fall upon my spy and felt probes tracing my own mental connection with
him back to me. I braced myself for their attack, knowing they would break
through my shield and take me over no matter what I did, but figured I should at
least give them a fight.
The attack did indeed begin, but suddenly it stopped before my defenses had
fallen and I heard them laughing right before someone called my name.
I hesitated, feeling ashamed at being caught at spying on them, and for once I
was embarrassed about my nudity. But the greatest reason I didn't want to go in
there was I was afraid it was some kind of trap.
But then I recognized the Inquisitor's voice being the one who was calling my
name again, the firmness of his voice sounding almost like a dare for the others
to say or do something, made me lose my momentary vanity for my nudity and
walked in.
It was very weird walking in under the eyes of so many telepaths. I could feel
probes constantly being formed and aborted, and my empathic senses told me the
members were either feeling impatience for being interrupted, or extreme
feelings of lust and desire to take me as their prize.
The members who would have loved to have broken through my barriers, taken my
mind and body to toy with were all restrained to do so by the Inquisitor's
presence and verbal order. None of them dared to cross him, even though their
combined attack would have certainly been more than enough to overpower him as
well.
But the last time members had revolted against each other like that, they were
nearly all destroyed by the resulting war, and since the Cabal was formed to
protect themselves from such unpleasant events, they simply restrained their
lust and dark pleasures, gaining the satisfaction of letting me know how easily
I could have been theirs.
It was while I walked the final steps towards the Inquisitor that I realized how
pitifully weak I was compared to them. I had been comparing my own powers and
skills to that of my father's and mother's, but I could see that while I
certainly wasn't defenseless, I was no match for anyone in that room, let alone
two or more of them.
So as I sat down next to my friend and protector, I felt defeated, completely
helpless to do what I had come here to do. Not one of them would consider my
feelings or words to have any merit unless I could somehow gain their respect.
And from the sounds of their laughter and belittling stares, I knew I didn't
have an ounce of respect from anyone but the one who was telling me I shouldn't
have come.
I watched as a woman was brought in and the members half heatedly bid on her
while she stood there shivering in fear. And when I felt her eyes fall upon
mine, I shuddered as I felt every ounce of innocent soul beg me to help her. All
I could do was to share the heart ripping feelings of regret and sorrow with
her, then watched her eyes lose it's energy as her new master altered her mind
to his liking.
I could feel the darkening of her soul, the dulling of her life and spirit as
she lost her fear and became his ever loving sexual beast, wishing nothing more
than to swallow the cum and other bodily juices of anyone who requests it.
Paralyzed by some kind of internal need to see what fate these people were to
have, I sat there and watched three more people lose what little free will they
had left, and finally couldn't take it anymore. As the mid thirty-year old man
lost his gentle nature that I had felt the moment he had entered the room, I
felt the knot in my chest twist and bind so tight that I had to close my eyes
and gasp.
My gasp was echoed by everyone in the hall as the knot finally pulled itself out
and unraveled inside me. My stomach revolted and tried to purge its contents
while people all around me started to get upset.
I managed to contain the escape of my earlier meal, only to find myself at the
center of a lot of people's anger. Without the Inquisitor having to say so, I
quickly gathered myself up and got the hell out of there.
I don't remember it happening, but the next thing I knew I was in bed with Suzi
after apparently passing out somewhere. Suzi was awake studying my face, and as
soon as I opened my eyes I found her closing in for a kiss.
That kiss brought something I had been trying not to think about to the front of
my mind. I knew what I had to do to save anyone else from losing their free
will and souls, but first I had to free my two lovers, beginning with my loving
Suzi who was already attempting to mount me.
My emotions were overflowing my mind and body, my fear, my anger, my grief
mixing together while my love for Suzi never wavered. All my bottled emotions
and bundled feelings, all of the heartache and pain, everything I had been
experiencing the past few months started to flare and grow beyond anything I had
ever felt before.
The lust and need I had been sensing from Suzi was quickly lost in the sea of
emotion I as emitting, as were all the rest of my senses as everything became
nothing, and nothing became everything.
I felt great voids of emotions being filled while mountains of other emotions
weathered away. I had no control over what was happening, and while I was in
this state I had no real conscious ability to think.
I was only aware of the expulsion of emotions I had built up within me, never
sensing Suzi's consciousness being blasted by the backwash of this feat.
But then there was another presence within the ocean of emotion. A strong and
powerful presence, one that I felt swoop me up into a kind of emotional embrace.
The presence focused my mind and provided the means to narrow my emotions
outpour to a finely controlled beam. Without any need to instruct me, I used
that beam like a fire hose, focusing it onto the jagged wastelands of Suzi's
being.
The more I blasted away, the more I saw how emotionally devastated she would be.
I knew this was the way to free her, but all I seemed to be doing was making
things worse. But the presence continued to focus me on my task, driving me,
even somewhat forcing me to continue my seemingly destructive acts.
Then while accidentally aiming it at a valley instead of the crumbling
mountains, a crack of light appeared. I began steadily working to widen the
crack, but found the mountains too great to simply burrow underneath.
The beam suddenly jerked with the added power of hope, and while I struggled to
control the incredibly strong beam, the mountain closest to the glowing crack
got sliced into three.
The larger the crack became the more my hope powered the beam, until finally the
crack was no longer a crack, but a vast gap between the disintegrating
mountains. The presence began to pull away while I was blasting those remaining
obstructions with powerfully destructive sweeps. I found the beam starting to
widen and weaken, and just before I could blast the very last of it away, the
presence was gone and my emotions flashed out around me in a pulse without
focus, and therefore didn't do a god damn thing.
I suddenly was aware of my cock releasing a surge of semen that should have been
impossible to achieve without the aid of the drink. All of my awareness
returned to the powerful orgasm we were both having, then collapsed on top of
her, feeling emotionally numb and physically exhausted.
The only reason I didn't allow my tired body to fall into the long sleep it
desired was the greater desire to get to Joey and free him before making the
deal of my life.
But I couldn't even move off of Suzi, let alone somehow crawl who knows how far
to get to Joey's cell. And without the presence's help...
A pair of hands touched my back at that moment, and as I struggled to open my
eyes to see who was there, I felt the presence telling me I had done well.
The crotch and lower belly I saw was unmistakably belonged to one of the two
senior twins. I was shocked to realize that the presence who had helped me had
not been one, but two, perfectly in sync with each other to the point they were
virtually identical.
I felt them trying to ease me into sleep, and no sooner had I started to attempt
resisting them, I found myself being washed away by wonderful warm feelings that
made me give them my trust and love instantly and completely.
My mind quickly sank into a deep sleep with the presence filling my heart and
soul with a deep feeling of loyalty and unconditional love. In my dreams I felt
the reordering of my mind to make the preservation of their secrets and power
the up most priority. They created subconscious programs based on emotions that
would shroud the knowledge from any telepath or mute, or at least anyone who
wasn't an empath. Those same programs would cause my immediate insanity and
generate the desire to commit suicide if there was a chance of someone
uncovering the information I had gained.
But while I was completely at their mercy and control, the need to get to Joey
constantly plagued their tasks, and finally the beast within me came out of its
hidden cave deep inside my complex mind and flared its nostrils again.
The twins suddenly felt the emotions they were using to manipulate me being
thrown back in their face, reflected by my own empathic abilities matching their
outputs with my own.
They immediately sent my beast flying back to his cave with his tail between his
legs. But because no one had ever been able to resist them even momentarily
like that, they finished their protection programming and did not attempt to
enslave me to their master like they had been intending to do.
I awoke even more tired than I had before falling asleep, but managed to swallow
the familiar bubble gum smelling liquid being served to me by Honey. I
struggled to stay awake after I had finished consuming the three glasses of
drink, but then awoke to the feeling of my hardon crying out to be fucked.
I found myself outside Joey's cell alone, and managed to notice the door was
open through the haze of lust. Feeling the call of my mistresses, I obeyed
their call simply because I was too horny not to, and found Joey out of his
strait jacket and already deeply under Joy's mind wiping fuck.
The lust to fuck Joy's slow pumping ass overwhelmed me, but before I reached the
position behind her, Honey and her two other sisters diverted me with their call
of amplified lust.
My entire being focused into the head of my dick, and I felt like it was pulling
the rest of me towards the cunt waiting between Honey's spread legs. An
incredible surge of energy passed through my mind and body when my plug was
inserted into her socket, and I was temporarily blinded by the resulting sparks
of pleasure.
Lust and sexual desire was flooding my mind, and the pressure it exerted was
growing by leaps and bounds. I could feel the two younger twins were doing this
to me, aiding the powerful effects of the drink. I was fucking raping Honey's
vagina and mouth, but they continued to increase my sexual needs.
The pressure.. OH the pressure I felt. It was like my entire body was filling
up with the spunk I was getting ready to release, the need to release becoming
all the more powerful, but for some reason I couldn't get it to flow.
But then I felt something give, and I suddenly found myself in the altered
perception of the valleys and mountains of Joey's emotional plain. But the
mountains here were several orders of magnitude greater than Suzi's had been,
and as I felt my emotions being focused by Honey's presence, I watched Joy's
powerful beam working to blast away the very tip of a mountain seemingly several
miles up.
(I must note that I'm using physical terms for something that has no physical
representations. The image I'm describing is simply the nearest analogy I could
come up with without going into very complex and unneeded detail. There are no
images to describe, for everything I sensed was purely emotional, not visual.)
The difference between what I had done with Suzi and what we had to do for
Joey... Well, if they were balls, one would be the size of a golf ball while
the other was the size of the moon. I would have laughed from just the sheer
magnitude of what we were trying to do if I hadn't been so God damn horny.
Grief arose from the feelings of despair, and from that arose guilt, and then
anger. The pulse from that anger caused Honey's focusing to undo, and while I
started becoming angrier and hornier, Honey found herself unable to control me
any further.
The emotions I had felt before with Suzi started flowing out again, but my anger
and lust continued to build even faster than before, and they started to
overload my ability to transmit them.
I only slightly felt the twins fear and indecision as my emotions started
running away, knowing they were missing their chance at helping Joey while
possibly losing me as well.
The fear they had felt caused a ripple in my emotions, and for just a moment I
was able to focus and push my emotions out faster.
But when that blast made a hole straight through the base of the mountain Joy
had been working on, all four girls concentrated on using their emotional
control on me to make my emotions surge in waves. With each wave I was able to
focus it into a sort of directed pulse before screaming from its intensity
burning my mind. Scream after scream, pulse after pulse, I destroyed the
mountains and the ground underneath. As soon as a single growing crack sprung
up, I felt the full power of hope surging through me at last.
The twins made that hope pulse faster and faster, reducing the pain without
diminishing its power. I was able to focus it into a obliterating beam that
evaporated everything in its wake.
The twins suddenly cut off their assistance when I had wiped the last trace of
Joey's emotional corruption, and as my dick finally released the incredibly
painful amount of semen, I screamed once more, but this time out of joy as much
as from pain.
"Pain!" I gasped the next moment. "In PAIN herE!" I cried, feeling the insides
of my dick on fire.
I literally ran around the room in circles, trying to escape the burning pain in
my favorite digit, finally tripping on the collapsed form of Honey and bringing
my attention back to the present situation.
"Damn," I said, realizing I was the only one awake. "I wonder why I'm not half
dead from exhaustion?"
After checking on the twins and Joey, I found my clothes from earlier and put
them on, then went to check Suzi. She was still asleep, and after stalling
another few minutes with her, kissing her good bye and the like, I made my way
back to the auction hall.
Like a toy whose batteries were running down, I felt the exhaustion seep into me
as I walked. I realized the drink had been given me the energy to keep going
until then, but I was quickly succumbing to the effects of giving two empathic
mind wipes.
Time. I just needed a little more time. I racked my sleepy brain for
something, anything to keep me functional for a little while longer, and finally
remembered something about the laboratory there and some of the drugs they had
on hand. After spending several precious minutes getting through the tight
security which had been set up there, I managed to find what I needed, and had a
guard prepare and inject the solutions into me.
As the mixture of stimulants and the experimental drug that they would have
later used on Joey to increase his telepathic powers entered my bloodstream, I
started perking up almost immediately. And my telepathic sense nearly doubled
in their range by the time I reached the auction hall and skipped inside.
I had come during their lunch break, and while I visually scanned the crowd for
my target, I found several of the newly acquired slaves were being tried out by
their new masters and mistresses.
When I found Patrick, I immediately surged with anger as he held Melissa's head
as she sucked him. My probe of her mind revealed nothing left of the woman I
had just help create, but before I could process this fully, Patrick lashed out
at my audacity to probe his slave.
"Child, go back to your mother! You are not welcome here," he said coldly.
"I'm not a child, and I'm not leaving until you all hear me out," I said calmly.
"Go away, boy... No one wished to feel your weak stomach," a woman said while a
very pale and hairless man handed her drink to her.
"Yes. Go before you wet your pants from what I'm going to do to your old
cellmate," Patrick said as he thrusted his cock deep into her throat.
"God, you're pathetic," I said walking up to him with my eyes locked on his.
"Why don't you just try and make me leave, huh? You think you're so great and
powerful.."
"Careful, boy. Your Nanny isn't here to protect you," another member sneered.
"I don't need him to protect me," I said sending a simple pulse of energy out
that everyone in the room felt through their barriers. Of course that was all I
could do through their mental barriers because no one bothers to block something
that can't do any harm. But it did get everyone's attention.
"Eww," a woman with three small boys serving her lunch said. "Looks like
someone needs a little lesson in manners."
"Manners? This is from someone who not three second ago farted without caring
who hears or smelt it. I'm here to make a deal."
"A DEAL!" another man yelled while half the crowd snickered and returned to
their meals.
"Yes, a deal," I said as I blanketed the entire room with the command to spill
whatever they were holding on the nearest master or mistress.
While the commands never made it through any of the members' mental barriers,
nearly all of them had either found their lunch in their laps or their drinks on
their faces. It only took them moments to react, and that's when the attacks on
my mind started.
"You're all a bunch of fucking losers," I said, feeling my drug reinforced
shields holding. "Do you really think I'm stupid enough to come in here making
trouble without making sure I could keep my mind and skin afterwards? I'm here
to talk business. Stop dicking around with me and we can get this over with."
"Oh, let me guess. You want your friends released, and plan to beg the mercy of
the Cabal to let them go. I'm sorry, but I'm very fond of this bitch, and I
don't think Enelsa or Bridgeton will want to let their two new slave go either."
"Fuck no!" Bridgeton yelled. "This fucken pregnant bitch is a thoroughbred
slave. Look at this!" he said as he grabbed Penny and held her out in front of
him. Anxious to please her master, Penny immediately prepared herself for his
cock to enter his ass, then moaned with such incredible pleasure, my dick went
hard in an instant.
"See? I didn't even program her to do that!" Bridgeton yelled with glee as he
fucked her willing ass.
"What about David?" I asked, not seeing him anywhere.
"Enelsa, where's your muscle bound toy?" Patrick said with a devious smile.
"I sent him out to have his nipples and ears pierced, of course," the butch
looking woman who had interrogated me earlier said. "I wouldn't dream of giving
him up without hearing him scream in my deep dark dungeon," she said with an
evil smile.
Just then, my father and the Inquisitor walked in, and I internally groaned when
they apparently were there to see me.
"Tim, what the hell do you think you are doing?" my father asked.
"I'm here to make a deal. Isn't that what you did? Make a deal with all these
devils to try and save me? Except I'm going to give them something they want
even more than a few pathetic slaves to add to their collections."
Patrick snorted, then said, "Like you have anything anyone of us would want."
I turned back to him and said, "I have another entry for your little auction.
The price to even bid will be the restoring and release of any of the other
slaves from this auction, and to agree to make no attempt to reenslave them
afterwards.
"Then when everyone has reached the maximum amount of credits they have in the
bidding, you will have to start pulling your credits together. That means you
will have to be pulling each others strings, either trusting or tricking each
other until someone finally has the most credits and wins the prize."
"And what is this prize worth that much trouble," Patrick said annoyed.
"Me."
"YOU!" he said with a laugh while the room broke out into heavy discussion. "WHY
would ANYONE want to go through all that trouble?"
"Because I can do something nobody else here can," I said as I opened an
empathic connection upon him and started lowering him into a force hypnotic
state without uttering a word.
The Inquisitor's hand grasped my shoulder and said firmly, "Stop what you are
doing to him, or I'll have to do it myself."
"Do what you have to do, but you know I'm not going to hurt him," I said with
some effort.
"Tim..." my father said with a warning edge to his voice.
I ignored the fact that the Inquisitor's hand had not left my shoulder as I
continued to lower Patrick into the deepest trance I was capable of forcing an
unwilling person into. Once I had him there, I immediately reversed the process
and woke him up without having suggested a thing.
"Patrick, are you okay?" the Inquisitor said when Patrick snapped to.
"I'm not sure," he replied a bit groggily. "What did you do to me?"
"I hypnotized you," I said daring him to look in my eyes again. "I could have
planted post hypnotic suggestions and made you do things without thinking about
it. But obviously I didn't."
The mumble of the crowd started to get louder, and I could feel people were
starting to take my bait.
"Tim, this has gone far enough. You're not going to sell yourself into slavery,
and that's that," my father said loudly.
"Where's mom?" I asked, suddenly realizing I would have done this without even
explaining anything to her.
"She and Gladius are trying to wake Michael," he replied. "Now tell them you're
not serious and come with me quietly or I'll.."
When he left the sentence hanging like that, I had to look over at him and see
his astonished face.
"What's the matter?" I asked.
"Nothing.. Or.. My father and I had a similar conversation before he left the
mansion for the last time. I didn't go with him, and I never saw him again.
Tim, please... for Sam's and my sake, just let it go and come back to the room
with me?"
"I'm sorry, dad. I really am. But I can't just let these people.." I said,
stopping when I suddenly felt a stabbing pain in my head.
I closed my eyes and relaxed, and found it fading as quickly as it had come.
I quickly turned towards Patrick and said, "Well? Do we have a deal?"
"No!," my dad yelled. "Patrick, you can't take him serious like this! He's not
well, and he's only a.."
"I AM NOT A CHILD!" I exploded, then had to clutch my head from the resulting
rush of pain going through my head.
But again pain quickly subsided. I looked up at Patrick, who hadn't moved or
spoken a word, just sat there deep in thought.
Finally, as a servant brought another prepared meal to replace the one that had
been dumped, Patrick said, "Does any bidding member object to proposal by Mr.
Timothy Brandton?"
There were a few questions, and several people had no intention of losing the
slaves they had. My head kept having momentary flashes of pain, but while my
father yelled and screamed at me, I restated it had to be all of them, and if
necessary the others should concentrate on convincing them.
Talk about an uproar. Several of the Cabal members started out right yelling at
each other, and while I struggled against my father's attempt to physically
remove me from the hall, Gladius entered and demanded what was going on.
"This is none of your concern, Gladius," Patrick bellowed over the noise.
"ORDER! I CALL ORDER, GOD DAMN IT! ANYONE WHO DOESN'T SHUT THE FUCK UP WILL BE
REMOVED FROM THE HALL!"
After repeating the order three times, the room finally quieted down.
"Again. Is there any bidding member who objects?"
"Objects to what?," Gladius asked my father.
"Tim is trying to trade himself for.. for the damn slaves they have been
auctioning. And if we don't get him the hell out of here, I think he just might
convince them to do it!" he said trying to drag me out.
If I hadn't have been struggling with the pain in my head, I wouldn't have let
him pull me nearly to the doors. But then it didn't matter, for it appeared the
members had nearly come to an agreement and before my dad could get me out, the
doors were shut and locked.
"One last time.." Patrick said to the others. "Now is there any bidding member
who objects?"
"Patrick, I forbid this trade to take place," Gladius said with a firm and
powerful voice.
"You forbid?" Patrick said as he laughed and nearly choked on his drink. "You
have no position within the Cabal. Go back to your little girls and let us
conduct our business."
Gladius turned towards the rest of them, and as his two senior twins appeared
from almost nowhere to stand on each side of him, he said, "I forbid any and all
of you to allow this trade to proceed any further. If you allow this Voice to
be enslaved and sold, you would be lighting the fuse of a bomb that will explode
in all of your faces."
Several people started to argue against his claim of doom, so he responded
with," I remind you that he is the reason we are all here. If his parents have
gone through this much trouble to get him back, what do you think would happen
if he is enslaved by another Cabal member? You would have to enslave them as
well. Does anyone need for me to remind them of the consequences of enslaving
another member like that?"
The silence afterwards he took as a no, so he grunted and nodded his head once
before turning and walked out of the room without saying another word.
Apart from the noise of servants clearing their master's plates and glasses, the
hall remained rather quiet. Or at least until the pain in my head surged beyond
just being a distraction and I nearly made everyone jump when I screeched out in
pain.
I swore it felt like someone had stabbed me in the head, and as the knife
twisted a little more, the little bit of self control I had against screaming
was lost in the rush of pain.
My dad and others were all trying to ask me what was wrong, and as the virtual
blade paused in its twisting, I managed to gasp out, "Side effects of the drug I
tooOOK!" then let out another screech of pain.
I managed to pass on to my dad I had a small syringe in my pocket with an
antidote to the drug's side effects. He immediately dug it out, finding it
safely protected inside a metal box I had found and stuck it in.
It took several minutes for the drug to ease my pain, and while my telepathic
sense started to double again, my father realized I had tricked him. While it
had stopped the pain for the moment, it wouldn't last as long as the first dose,
and I would probably be in a lot more pain when it did wear off. But I couldn't
think of anything else I could do, and this gave me another chance to think of
something to stop the auction and get everyone back.
My mom came in and started bawling me out, and dad started up where he left off
and helped her any way he could. They literally wouldn't give me any peace of
mind to think of anything but defending my actions, and all too soon I felt the
first flicker of pain through my head.
And then I noticed the next slave to be was brought in, and I cried out no when
I saw it was just a little girl, one of Steven's cousins who had not done a
thing to anyone.
My mother slapped me hard when I tried to get up and interfere, and I was so
stunned by that I couldn't even react before my head throbbed with a bigger
surge of pain. And by the time I recovered, the bidding on the little girl had
finished and she stood there calling for her mother, not knowing she was about
to forget everything she ever knew.
I held my breath, expecting her sobbing to stop at any moment, but after a
minute or two had gone by, her sobs had stopped, and the crowd starting making
jokes.
Then suddenly the joking stopped and I felt panic quickly rise in its place. And
finally there was shouts, and my mom and dad stood up to try and determine what
was going on.
I heard strange shuffling noises as the excited and panicked voices started to
quiet down. When I heard my mom gasp, I opened my eyes in time to see my mom
and dad fall to their knees and started to blubber like babies.
Panic filled my mind, followed by the first stabbing of the invisible knife. But
when I had a moment of relief from the pain, I opened my eyes long enough to see
Melissa comforting the little girl, then her eyes met mine as I started to
scream again.
The pain didn't let up until long after I was too weak to even groan. Hell, it
was a chore just to keep breathing. The damn stimulants I had taken prevented
me from escaping into the blissful numbness of unconsciousness. But when the
pain finally began to ease up, the stimulants had finally worked themselves out,
and so I gratefully passed out before the pain could change its mind or for
someone to take that chance and send me to loony land like everyone else had
been all around me.
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Tim, the Teenage MC
By Rass Senip - Proofread by Evil Eye
Chapter XII: 10th Grade, Summer 1987
Part 7 - Deceit is a Traitor's Motto.
(mc, mf, drug)
I slept a really long time, something like three and a half days went by before
I opened my eyes just to see the familiar white glowing ceiling.
This wasn't really a shock to me. After waking up so many times inside one of
those cells, it almost was comforting to know something hadn't changed in the
world.
I heard someone move to the right of me, then was surprised to find Penny
walking up to me, still nude, but obviously was herself and not the slave she
had been.
"Are you all right?" we asked each other, both of us giggled and then groaned
from discomfort, mine being my head and hers being her back.
"You know, I'm getting tired of asking this, but... Why aren't I dead?" I asked
half heatedly.
"How would I know. One minute I had just been sold to this really ugly man,
then the next I woke up here with you sound asleep. I was beginning to wonder
if you would ever wake up... Uhm, Tim.. You didn't like buy me or anything,
did you?"
"Not that I know of. I would have if I could, but... Shit, why are we in
here?" I said, braving the pain and sitting up.
Penny sat down next to me on the metal bed with a sigh, then said, "I was just
going to ask you the same question."
I could feel her guilt and troubled thoughts, and I wrapped my left arm around
her naked back. She stiffened a moment from my touch, feeling her guilt getting
worse.
"Penny, stop blaming yourself," I said softly between the slow painful throbs in
my head. "You were right, you know. I guess I did abandon you. I didn't mean
to.. I guess I just kind of... Fuck. This is all my fault."
"No it isn't!" Penny said with tears in her eyes. "I was the one who.. I turned
David and... Michael would be..." she blubbered before starting to out right
cry.
"Shit," I said, finding myself having to console another weeping female I felt
close to. "Penny, you weren't yourself, and you know it. You're not
responsible for the things you did."
"That's easy for you to say.." she sobbed. "Michael's dead, I'm pregnant with
his brother's baby, and I'll probably never get to see David again and.. And I'm
probably going to live my life as a slave, and.."
"Hey!" I said, smiling at her. "I got good news for you, girl. Michael's alive,
and since I just found David's mind in the next cell, I don't see any reason why
we can't just get up and walk right over there."
"Really?" Penny said. "You mean, your telepathy still works?"
"Yep. And maybe you didn't hear me the first time. _Michael_ _is_ _alive_."
Penny just sat there staring at me as her mind spinned. "But you said.."
"I know, and I was wrong. Come on," I said as the wall opened up. "Let's go
get your hubby, and then we can go see what the hell is going on."
But the moment I stood up, my head started to pound again.
"SHIT!" I said leaning up against the opened wall. "This is worse than a hang
over," I moaned.
"Maybe you should stay here while I go let David out. Then he can carry you or
something," she said concerned.
"Yeah, okay," I said sliding down the wall into a sitting position. "He's in
the cell next to ours in that direction," I said pointing to the wall on my
left.
Penny cautiously peeked outside the room, them quietly tiptoed to the door
opening mechanism for the cell David was in. As soon as she went in, I relaxed
and stopped monitoring her mind, then waited to hear her come back out.
"Tim, something's wrong with.. What?" she said to my startled expression a few
minutes later.
"Sorry. I didn't hear you come back, that's all. What's wrong?"
"David isn't... normal. He just sits there with his eyes moving around," she
said, barely containing her emotions. "And... Joey's and your mom and dad are
in there doing the same thing. I've seen this before. They've lost their
minds.."
"No they haven't," I said with a sigh. "Or at least not permanently. I think I
know what's going on. You're going to have to help me get to the twins without
David's help."
"The twins?" she stammered. "Why them?"
"Because they are the only ones who are immune to this telepathic madness, and
you'll be safer with them than with me. I hope."
"But if its just a telepathic thing, why can't you just undo it?"
"Because it's not as easy as that. I just can't blink my eyes and have
everything go back to normal. Melissa showed me how she did it, but it was
really complicated. She used... weird commands I've never come across before.
She did it so fast I couldn't even... Penny, did you see the guy who I had made
open the door while you were out there?"
"What? No. Why?"
"Because I had ordered for him to wait. Shit. We better get moving. I don't
like how this feels."
I got up to my feet slowly, and made it out the open wall before having to stop
again and hold my head.
"Tim?" Penny whispered. "I... I'm not supposed to lift anything heavy or do
any hard work until after.. I mean, I don't want to lose my baby... I don't
know what I'll be able to do if you get so bad you can't walk."
"Oh.. I didn't think about that. How are you doing anyway? You weren't
exactly resting while you were Penny the slave-girl you know."
"My back hurts, and so does my... rear end. What are you doing?" she asked
when I closed my eyes in concentration.
"I'm feeling around your body and... heh. Found him. Or her. Whoa.."
"What?"
"Hang on a second..." I said, making sure I wasn't somehow getting my wires
crossed. After using a different method to scan the contents of her womb, I
said, "Well mommy, looks like you have two loaves in the oven, not just one."
"Twins?" she said louder than she would have liked. Then in a hushed voice,
"Are you sure? The doctor never detected three sets of heart beats."
"Well, I'm detecting three separate minds, nervous systems, and... Yep. I've
got a lock on both of their hearts. You wanna feel?"
"Please?" she said very faintly.
I opened a two way up, then led her mind into her own body and focused on the
two young heartbeats which were distinctly separate. After giving her a little
tour of the two life forms living inside her, I gently brought her back out and
disconnected the link.
"Thank you," she said with a sniff and watery eyes. "That was the most...
wonderful thing I've ever experienced," she said before giving me a kiss on the
cheek.
"My pleasure," I said, feeling the bond between us grow stronger than it had
ever been before. "Penny, no matter what happens,Your babies have to come
first, okay? If you have to leave me behind, do it. I'll be all right. As far
as I know, I'm not in any danger from these people, you know? I just want to
make sure you're safe, and see if the twins know anything before I go and see
Melissa."
"Okay.. But.. Tim? I'm sorry for everything my brother and I have done to
you. I know you say I wasn't responsible, but... I was so angry with you for
leaving me with my father that I can't help but feel I did some of those things
just to get revenge. I know I did."
"Maybe you did a little, but you would have never brainwashed David and Michael
or anyone else to forget who they were, and I know you would have never gone as
far as to let me get killed. Look, I forgive you for anything you may have
done, and ask you to forgive me for leaving you like that. I wasn't really
thinking straight when I.."
We both froze when we heard someone moving about near us. I got ready to use my
empathic or telepathic abilities on whoever it was when Penny relaxed and said,
"It's just Tom. I forgot to close the door and he's wandered out."
While Penny managed to coax Tom back into his cell, I used my empathic senses to
try and feel out anyone else in the local area. Every cell around me was filled
with people all in the same state as David and Joey's and my parents were in,
and when I risked scanning them telepathically, I realized that most of them
hadn't eaten in a few days.
Penny brought back a little surprise for me, and as I sat down in the
wheelchair, she gave me another kiss on the cheek and said, "I forgive you too."
"Thanks," I said looking up at her face, finding myself wanting to kiss her very
much.
But Penny didn't take the hint, then after giving me a little smile, she looked
around, wrapping her arms around her to keep warm and said, "Where to?"
"Good question.." I said. "I don't know where they are for sure, but I left
them in cell A4 row 3 with Joey. Man.. I hope he and Suzi are okay."
As we made our way towards the front of the warehouse, I felt Penny getting more
and more upset with herself about the things that had happened to Suzi and Joey.
Finally I said, "Penny, I'm trying to feel out anyone who we might want to avoid
running into, but right now all I can feel is your grief and worry. The twins
helped me undo what you guys did to Joey and Suzi, so stop making yourself feel
bad. It's not only making you miserable. I feel everything you're feeling, and
so far I haven't been able to figure out how to switch that off."
"I'm sorry," she said with emotion. "I don't think I can stop from.."
Her tears started to fall again, and I knew this was not the time or the place
for her to get the rest of her grief out.
"Penny, get a hold of yourself. We can't go through that again right now. Here,
look at me a minute."
I formed the empathic connection and stabilized her emotions without really
thinking about what I was doing. I was pressed for time, so I simply did what I
had to do. Later when I realized the speed at which I had restored her spirits,
I found I couldn't do it again with the same efficiency.
Anyway, when I closed the empathic connection, her lips found mine, Penny having
felt my desire to kiss her grow in the link. We kept it short, and to tell you
the truth, it wasn't as good as I had expected. Her kiss had been friendly and
sincere, but yet at the same time had felt distant, for her strong feelings for
David prevented her from returning the rediscovered affection I had for her.
When we finally got close enough to the cell for me to scan it, we quickly
opened the door and went in, finding Joey, Suzi, and Michael all asleep.
"Well, at least they're not going hungry like the others," I said after checking
them out. "They all three have food in their stomachs, but no memory of how it
got there. Someone must remote control their bodies and have them eat and go to
the bathroom."
"He looks so thin," Penny said sitting next to Michael holding his limp hand.
"Why are they all asleep?"
"I don't know. But I'm pretty sure the twins will know how to wake them up. It
must have something to do with what we did to undo their brainwashing.. Huh."
"What?"
"Well, if I'm right about that, that means Michael must have had the same thing
done to him. I wonder who did it. Oh well. We'll think about that later when
we have time. Let's head over to Gladius's quarters. I have a feeling that's
where all the twins will be."
Sure enough, long before we reached the doorway to the building where Gladius
had been assigned quarters, I felt their emotional touches letting me know they
had sensed me and were relieved I was on my way to them. Joy, Honey, and four
other twins all met us as we entered the building, then my twins took over the
pushing of my wheelchair while Penny gratefully accepted a robe.
"I don't know how you can stand being nude all the time," Penny said, holding
the robe closed trying to get warm.
"Shit. After shivering myself to sleep every night from those cold showers you
guys gave us, this is nothing. Besides, if you went around naked as much as I
do, your body would adapt and start making more heat. Sometimes I take my
clothes off just to stop sweating."
We paused at the door to the room where the others were, hearing sounds of
furniture being moved away from the other side before the lock clicked and the
door opened.
I was surprised to find not only seven more sets of twins and Gladius inside,
but the Inquisitor and two other members as well.
And the first words spoken to us was not "hello", or "thank god you're okay",
but "Did you bring any food?"
"Food? Uhm, no," I said. "How long have all of you been in here?"
"Three days," the Inquisitor replied.
I was startled to find his eyes bloodshot and his face looking very haggard and
tired. It went beyond just not having sleep for a couple of days. He looked
like he was on the verge of collapse.
"You don't look too good," I said, then noticed the other telepaths looked as
bad or worse. "Haven't you had anything to eat?"
"It's not just that, boy," Gladius said in a cracked voice. "We're under
constant attack by those lunatics."
"Wait a minute.." Garrison, the member who had spoken first, said. "Why aren't
you either like the others or like us? He's IN WITH THEM!" he said getting up
and leaping at me.
Before I could even try and get out of my wheelchair, the air sizzled with a
burst of emotion as Garrison stopped mid-flight and collapsed on the floor.
"Shit," I said, realizing Joy and Honey had done that.
"Fool," Gladius said. "The girls would have known if you were under the other's
influence or control. Boy. What did you see out there? How many guards?"
"Guards? None that we saw," I said, looking around at the hungry group. "Look,
I'm going to go see Melissa about what's happening. I was hoping to leave Penny
here with you, but from what I see you can't protect her any better than I
could."
"Do you trust this Melissa?" the Inquisitor asked.
"Yeah.. I trust her, but I'm not sure about the others. I've met some of
them.. sorta, and only a few of them seem halfway sane. I don't think they
would do anything to me because of her, and Penny isn't any threat to them. I'd
like to take Joy and Honey along too. If anything else I can send them back
with some food."
"I don't like this," Gladius said, staring at Honey and Joy. "Why would they
let you come to us first. It's almost as if..."
"TIM!" Penny gasped before her expression went blank.
"HEY! What you doing!" I said, finding Gladius's mind busily probing and
inserting commands into Penny's mind.
"Hush, boy. I'm not harming her... In fact... Just as I thought. They hid
her memory of being interrogated by the lunatics, and they placed her with you
to act as a spy to find out what our situation is."
Gladius broke his mental hold on her mind, then urgently looked at me and said,
"Go to your friend, boy. We don't have much time left. They're going to use
gas on us from what they will find out from her. You must some how convince her
the girls are not a threat. Don't worry about us. Just don't let them hurt the
girls."
"Hey!" the other member protested. "What's the big idea putting the safety of
these slaves above..." then promptly passed out.
"Kelly never could grasp the idea of shielding his body from attack," the
Inquisitor said, leaning back wearily. "Tim, I think Gladius may be right. They
will never trust us, but they might allow the girls go, and we can't last much
longer without food and rest."
"What about Penny?" I asked, looking at her blank face.
"She'll snap out of it when you take her out of here," Gladius said. "I didn't
want them using her to listen in on our conversation."
"Okay," I sighed. "I'd still like Joy and Honey to come along. If anything
else, they could ride shotgun and knock out anyone who might give us trouble."
As soon as we were safely out into the warehouse, Penny snapped back to reality
without even realizing anything had happened to her. Apart from the occupants
of the cells and the steady hum of machinery, the entire warehouse seemed quiet
and empty. Too quiet.
"Penny, is there a monitoring room where we could check all the rooms out
through security cameras?" I asked after a few minutes of walking.
"Several. The nearest one is... this way, I think," she said leading to our
right.
When we got there, the room was empty and dark. Penny started working the
controls, not entirely confident on how everything worked, but had operated the
cameras in the cells enough to figure out how to get other places in the
facility.
"Shit," I said, seeing room after empty room. "This place is huge. What did
they need so much space for."
"They do some legitimate research here. Mostly stuff that they can use in their
conditioning program, but not everything. They had grants from the government
and some private companies who didn't care about the facility, just results. It
was more than enough to... Hey.. Look at this."
"Fuck. What are they doing?" I said, staring at the picture of a dozen or so
people all wiggling and dancing around in random directions, somehow all
managing to stay within a circle while never bumping into each other.
"They're in the gym," Penny said, transferring from the main monitor to one of
the six smaller ones. "Here's some more," she said.
"That must be Brainstormer," I commented. "I think he's harmless. See? All
he's doing is making them laugh at his jokes and stuff. Lets go to the next
one."
It took a few minutes to find another room with anyone in it, but when we did,
it was obvious a few of the crazies weren't as harmless as Brainstormer.
"Oh my God," Penny said, realizing what the dark puddle was next to the three
people laying on the ground. "Are they..."
"I don't know. I think that one is still breathing. Look! Something is going
on in the room at the other end. Can you switch to that camera?"
"I think so..." she said, switching switches madly.
"Yeah, this is it. Okay. What are they doing? What is all that stuff?"
"It's one of the research labs.. Look at what they are doing to that man...
It's almost like they're getting ready too... operate."
"Holy Shit! That one there has three tits! Oh! I get it. I think they are just
getting their revenge. Shit. They must have cut the breasts right off those
others... Change the channel, Penny. This is too gross."
The next picture with someone in it showed a room full of men of all ages, all
passed out except for one fucking a woman madly.
"Wow. Look at all those guys. You think she fucked them all?" Penny said.
"Looks like it. Man, if they all went at it that hard... Whoa. Look at this
guy who just came in. He looks like he thinks he a frog or something."
"What's he saying? And why is he just crouched next to her with his back to
her?"
"Holy shit. That's Ghnet. Man look how big his dick is getting. Hey.. I bet
you any money he's gonna say Ghnet Ph before he fucks her."
"I think I recognize one of the men on the floor as one of my uncles," Penny
said before changing cameras.
"There she is. That's Melissa. What the fuck? Do you know where this is?"
"Yes. Is she doing what I think she's doing?"
"Yeah. She has a thing for pissing on people while she fucks. I just never
thought she'd make them drink it though. Damn. Come on. Show me the way."
After listening to the twins stomachs growling as they pushed the wheelchair for
another ten minutes, we stopped and opened the nearest cell for them to get
something to eat. The people inside, still out of their minds, had managed to
work out how to get food. Apparently the reason no one had made the prisoners
eat was because they would eventually work it out for themselves when they got
hungry enough.
We were all rather tired once the twins had gotten their fill, but I convinced
the girls we had to go on. It only took another ten or so minutes before
reaching the passageway to where Melissa had taken residence.
"Hey. Can we come in?" I said when I entered Melissa's parlor.
"Of course!" she replied smiling and getting up off a couch. "You like my new
room?"
"Er, yeah. Carpet sure beats a metal grill floor," I said, trying to ignore the
sick look on Patrick's face and the strange looking man picking his nose while
poking his other index finger in a mindless, woman's cunt.
After a wicked kiss and fondle, we let each other go and she led me by the hand
back to the couch.
"So, who's your friend?" I said, noticing the man staring at me.
"Oh, sorry," she said. "Psst, this is Tim. Tim, this the Psst."
"Psst. You wanna fuck?" he said.
I looked at Melissa, not knowing how to answer him without insulting him, but
definitely didn't want him to do what he did to me last time. But Melissa just
gave me this smiling questioning look that basically said "well, do you?"
Then I got an idea.
"Well, I think Honey and Joy would rather just give you a blow," I said, smiling
as they took my hint.
"Psst... Whoa... Psssst... Me gonna go whoohoo!" he said as the twins started
doing their thing.
"Melissa, what happened? I take it you managed to bring Elsie back before
Patrick took you over, but how did you overcome Patrick and the rest of them? No
body could have with stood that many of them."
"Why not? You did. I saw you trying to save us. Oh, it makes me so horny
thinking about you trying to trade yourself for me. Can we fuck now?"
"Shit, Melissa. You just got finished fucking what's his name. And, okay, so I
was able to hold my own against them for a few minutes. But their lives weren't
depending on it, and I had taken a drug that.. well, lets just say I'll never
try it again. So how did you do it?"
"Psssssst. Drug em, fuck em, slave em. Pssssssst.. nnnnnnnnnnerrrth."
"You almost ruined it too," Melissa said sternly. "You caught me off guard when
you made everyone spill the food. Elsie spilt it all over him before I could
stop her. And Psst had to run to get more of those no-peek-a booing drugs for
the food. He hates running. Bad-boy, come over here.."
Patrick came over with an expression of a happy dog, despite the awful color he
had.
"Bad-boy, Tim's going to fuck you, aren't you Tim."
"Huh? No way! I don't want to fuck him. What's got into you anyway?"
"What do you mean, what's got into me? He made me his little fuck slave. I
took him over and made him mine. Fair is fair."
"And what about the others? Like my mom and dad. Or the other slaves what were
being sold. And you can't keep the Cabal members for you toys. You can't keep
anybody."
"We can and we will. Don't tell me what I can and can't do. Now are you going
to fuck me, or is Bad-boy going to have to do it again?" she said crossly.
"Melissa, listen to me. There are more Cabal members than just the ones who are
here. These are just the wanna bes. The real powerful ones won't like having
their associates turned into walking toilets like Patrick, and from what I
heard, they wouldn't think twice at just having everyone here killed. You're
gonna have to make a deal with them, then let them go."
"We've already made a deal with the Cabal," she said smiling. "Nobody's going
anywhere. That includes you, Timmy."
"Me? What are you saying? I'm your prisoner?"
"No, silly. You're gonna be my husband. Oh look! Elsie's here! Come and meet
her!" she said, excitedly.
I sat there in shock for nearly twenty seconds before I realized she was talking
about the real Elsie, not her fake cover personality. But the incredibly sexy
black woman who did look a lot like Melissa didn't really care about who I was,
or who Melissa was either for that matter. All she cared about was getting to
the pussy of her sister whom she didn't recognize in the least.
"Elsie, come and meet Tim. I've been telling her all about you, Tim. She gets
so excited... Elsie, stop that. You're getting me all wet and tingly."
Melissa's eyes started glazing over as she struggled less and less under her
sister's frantic attempts to eat her cunt out. Finally, she gave in and just
sank down to the carpet and quickly assumed a sixty nine. God, that was hot.
Two sexy black women grinding their crotches into each other's faces, raising
their asses... Well, it didn't take that long for me to get into the mood.
"Tim, what are you going to do?" Penny said as I crawled over to the pair of
chocolate fun.
"Pssst... Fuck.... Psssssttt.."
"Yeah, what he said," I said as Elsie's ass willingly moved up in the air.
Something happened right when I parted her ass cheeks and glanced at her rose.
Someone punched right through my mental barrier and suddenly I found myself
licking her ass like it was made out of chocolate, desiring nothing else than to
suck and lick her ass until the shit came out of it.
Luckily Melissa didn't allow me to go that far, and moments after I had started,
I snapped out of it and started spitting the taste out of my mouth.
"Who the fuck did that!" I finally said as a vaguely familiar man handed me a
glass of water.
"Sorry. Elsie hasn't quite gotten a handle on her peek-a-boo powers yet. She's
only had them for a day.."
"What? How?" I said between mouth washes.
"She's had them all the time, but never knew it. This morning I had to stop
daddy from swallowing her poop. He and Theo can't peek-a-boo. I guess mommy
was right about that."
"Your mom? Was right about what?"
"About how Theo couldn't peek-a-boo. We used to play peek-a-boo all the time,
mommy and me, and sometimes Elsie too. But Elsie never peek-a-booed back. Even
after mommy tried to show her how, she didn't. And now I'm the only one who
remembers her.."
Melissa stopped there and wiped her eyes before pulling Elsie off her right
breast and got up. After a few moments of silence, I felt her shrug off her
grief and she concentrated on calling for the rest of her family to join us.
"Psstt urrr.... Pssstttt" Psst said from somewhere within his deep trance like
state, bringing a little smile to Melissa's face while she watched the twins a
few moments.
"Melissa, what did you mean you already made a deal with the Cabal?" I said as
Elsie started using her mouth on my cock.
"Perhaps I could answer your question better, Master Timothy," Gordie said as he
entered the room. "She made the deal with me."
"You? But you're not a Cabal member, you're a Cabal servant."
"I am both, Master Timothy. I have delegated on the behalf of the Cabal many
times when no one else wished to be bothered with doing it themselves. I have
as much right to make a deal for the Cabal as any other member has."
"Oh.. Well then please stop calling me Master Timothy. I only put up with it
because I thought you didn't have a choice."
"Oh, I'm gratified," he said sounding sincerely.
But I had felt his hidden anger and knew he had meant that sarcastically. I
then realized Gordie was not what he appeared to be.
Before I could query him about his so called deal, Melissa's father, brother,
and Elsie's three children arrived, her father carrying the youngest who was
only an infant.
The two men's dicks rose at the same time while Melissa dragged me up to my feet
to meet them. Before I knew what was happening, I found myself holding the baby
as Theo pounded into Elsie's ass while Melissa got fucked by her father.
I gratefully accepted Penny's offer to let her hold the cute little girl as she
screamed her head off. I was pretty surprised at how quickly Penny quieted her
down, and suddenly realized how much Penny had matured in the year since I had
met her. She almost was like another person, nothing like the vindictive angry
and deeply hurt girl I had first met the summer before.
But then I realized I was just finally seeing the part of her personality I had
sensed last year that had first made me find her appealing. Like her gentleness
towards someone she cared about, or the deep feelings to protect innocent people
from what she had gone through herself. The later had been one of the first
things Steven had unconsciously blocked.
The five year old boy and three year old girl ignored the scene and was busy
pigging out on the basket of fruit on a table. They both were nude, and since
they had never worn clothes before, they weren't the least bit concerned about
the nudity of the others. In fact, the little boy suddenly got a hardon, and he
openly played with it in front of his little sister who ignored it as well.
I suddenly realized that Gordie had left, apparently taking the twins with him
while I had been taking all this in. Since the fucking continued without any
signs of stopping soon, I decided to go look for them.
But all the doors were locked, and after having several people outside attempt
to unlock them, I gave up and sat down by Penny.
It wasn't until the boy dropped his apple that I notice there was now three
children sitting on the floor munching. I had no idea when she had arrived, but
the little white girl I instantly recognized as Penny's little cousin from the
slave auction. She sat there cheerfully talking to the other two who didn't
understand a third of what she said. The eight year old seemed completely at
ease sitting there naked with the moans and grunts going on nearby. And when
Melissa finally had quenched her lust, I was started to hear the little girl
call Melissa "Mommy" as she ran over to her.
"You made her think you're her mother?" I asked without thinking. "Why?"
"Because I wanted to," Melissa said, clutching the child against her. "Her
mother won't miss her, and I can't have my own baby. She's happy with me
anyway."
"But... Never mind that for now. Why are we locked in?"
"Gordie thought it best if you couldn't get out while he takes care of the last
four bad men. Why did you go see them before me? Gordie said you would, but I
didn't believe him."
"Shit. Melissa, they're not 'bad men', or at least the Inquisitor isn't. And
Gladius doesn't seem to care about anything but his girls. The Inquisitor saved
my life, and he's my friend. Can't you see that Gordie is using you? He was
lying about making the deal with the Cabal, and I doubt the doors are locked
just to keep me in. I can't even walk across the room without getting dizzy."
"I don't believe you," Melissa said in a troubled tone. "He promised to make
sure no one would ever make us their prisoners or slaves again. And he's helped
us so much since we took over. And he was a slave himself. Why shouldn't I
trust him?"
"Because you heard him yourself. He's a Cabal member. Shit, Melissa. Can't
you see? You're already a prisoner. His."
"No I'm not!" she said with a lot of emotion. "I could take his mind over
easier than I could yours. Now shut up and fuck me before I make you!" she said
laying herself down in front of me.
"I'm not really up to... Urk!" I gasped as she made good on her words.
I felt my mind get filled with the lust of ten men, and proceeded to fuck her as
hard and as long as I physically was capable of. Even while my head was
pounding and feeling like it was ready to split wide open, the only thing I
could think about was making my dick go faster inside her cunt.
After I had passed out from the overexertion and pain, Melissa modified my lust
and blocked my concerns for anything but her, then woke me up. I happily moved
my lips to suck on her tits, enjoying the sounds she made as she licked Elsie's
cum filled cunt out.
Melissa kept me in a state of perpetual horniness, which is what she seemed to
be in as well. I vaguely remember the baby crying once in a while, Penny
calling my name or begging me about something, and one time she even attempted
to pull me off of Melissa while we slept. But I wanted nothing else but to feel
my cock inside Melissa's cunt, and without a moment's hesitation made Penny
unable to touch me without causing herself pain.
Melissa and I ate our food off each other's chests and groins, sometimes even
chewing it for each other before swapping mouthfuls, and otherwise spent our
time having oral sex whenever we were too tired to fuck. And when Melissa peed
on me the next morning, we nearly killed each other from fucking so hard and
long.
I distinctly remember the room being filled with gas, having the thought that I
wouldn't be able to cum inside her for the seventh time that afternoon.
I awoke strapped down and blindfolded, and just as I began to panic, I felt a
needle prick my arm. Instead of crying out or gasping from the shock, I moaned
from the sensation of having my entire body filled with pleasure, and then my
senses became acutely aware of every sound someone was making.
The sight of the world around me was suddenly revealed to my eyes, and for a
moment I searched the beautiful room for something more gorgeous than the
wonderful overhead light or the incredible ceiling.
The moment I heard Gordie's God-like voice ask me if I could hear him, my heart
leapt with joy and I instantly found his face to be the most beautiful and
fulfilling object of my life. His smile made me shiver with pleasure, and as
his voice said I would love him and desire nothing more than to please him, I
suddenly knew this was true and opened an empathic connection to share my love
for him.
His face twisted with the intensity of the emotion I shared with him, and for
several moments he seemed to be fighting against it. But then his face relaxed
and he told me he loved me too. After releasing the straps and setting me
free, he gathering me up in his arms to hold and embrace.
Over and over he told me he loved me, and I just accepted his word, not needing
to do anything else to please him that to just let him hold me. He held me in
his arms for what seemed like hours, never once making any sort of sexual
advance or even giving me a kiss, just sometimes breaking down in tears of joy
which I shared.
By the time he finally let me go, the drug had stopped working a long while ago.
I simply sat there looking at the man whom I loved and wanted to please with all
my heart as he told me he had to give me another dose of the drug.
I had no thoughts of escaping or resisting him while Gordie prepared the
injection, and I even held out my arm for him before he had asked for it.
My loving gaze into his face never wavered as the drug began to increase the
pure splendor of his beauty and divinity to me. This time, however, the effects
of the drug through the empathic link caused Gordie to gasp, and then he begin
to swear his loyalty and love to me. With every word he spoke, his desire to
demonstrate his love increased, and after he had reached the point where he had
enslaved himself to my happiness, he began countering the two suggestions he had
given me earlier.
The need to please him disappeared with his simple suggestion, and as his later
words destroyed the love I had for him, the empathic connection began to wither
and finally ceased to exist. The emptiness and grief Gordie felt from the
breaking of the link caused him to go into shock and fall to the ground,
paralyzed from deep despair.
I have no idea how long I sat there watching the room lose it's beauty and glow
before I came to my senses. And then I sat there a while longer, astonished at
what had happened, and what all this meant.
Everything that I and everyone else had gone through to prevent Steven from
using his drug on me had been a complete and utter waste of energy. I had never
been in any danger of being permanently brainwashed. Anyone who would have been
in the room while I had been under the effect of the drug would have found
themselves loving me with all their heart and soul. My own amplified love would
have wiped their own desires and ambitions away, never wishing to feel anything
else but the love they shared in the link.
That same love had caused Gordie to give me up, having found he had done the
worse thing possible to the only person who now mattered to him. To know
someone had been forced to love you is worse than that person hating you, and no
one could have lived with that kind of pain very long.
Perhaps love is the most powerful force in the universe. After everything I had
gone through, and later seeing how deeply Gordie withdrew from the real world, I
can honestly say I have no doubt it is what makes the world go round.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Tim, the Teenage MC
By Rass Senip - Proofread by Evil Eye
Chapter XII: 10th Grade, Summer 1987
Part 8 - Final Farewells and Hello Agains
(mf)
Gordie had already taken control of a significant portion of nontelepathic
slaves before attempting to use the drug on me. He had decided I was the
weakest of the telepaths since I hadn't been able to recover completely, and had
also believed I would be the easiest to brainwash because of my age. So much
for what he knew.
After freeing Penny and a few others I could trust, I quickly made the rest of
his slaves loyal to me, and undid some of their programming. After spending an
entire day on that, I finally faced the difficult decision of whether or not to
wake any of the sane telepaths.
The choice basically boiled down between the Inquisitor and Melissa, both having
loyalties which conflicted with what I would be asking them to do.
How I wished I could have talked the decision over with Joey, Suzi, my mom, or
even my dad. Penny did her best, but she simply didn't understand the situation
completely. She kept insisting that I just force them to do what I wanted, not
seeing how that above everything else was out of the question.
"Making them do it wouldn't work. The others would find out and then the next
thing we know you and I are someone's happy pets. Don't you see? The only
thing we have going for us is that I would be the one saving them, and that I
didn't try and make them my slaves."
"But both sides were willing to do it to you, and each other. Wouldn't they
just go and do what they wanted anyway? I mean, if it was me, I'd want revenge,
no matter what the person who freed me wanted."
"I know that. But we're not talking about you. We're talking about two groups
of people who at least respect what the Inquisitor or Melissa says. Peer
pressure would keep them all from breaking the agreement, but that's only if I
can get both the Inquisitor and Melissa to agree with it first."
"I still don't see why you couldn't just make them. I mean, if not by using
your telepathy, then your other thing. Or I could use... No. I'll never do
that again."
"Good girl," I said giving her a peck on the cheek. "And that's sorta the same
way I feel about what I can do. So it all comes down to who can I trust more.
They both could easily take me over, but I'm pretty sure Melissa wouldn't have
done it if she hadn't been full of the fuck drug that Gordie had put in the
food. Hell, I didn't even blink at doing what I did to you. I'm sorry about
that, by the way."
"What about the Inquisitor then. Do you think he would take you over?"
"No, but the problem is he is duty bound to protect the others. There is
nothing to stop either him or Melissa from waking up their friends even if they
didn't take me over. And Melissa had spent almost her whole life with her
insane friends. I'm pretty sure she'd choose them over me."
"But would he do the same for his friends?"
"The question with him is whether he would choose me over his duty... Wait a
sec. Maybe I've been looking at this the wrong way. The problem isn't that
they wouldn't trust me, they just don't trust each other. Yeah. That's it!"
It took the entire night to work out the details, and by the time everything was
ready to go, Penny and I were too tired to consider trying it until we had a
good night's sleep.
Penny had talked me out of waking the twins by reminding me I didn't know if
they were more loyal to Gladius or to me. It hurt to admit it, but she was
right, and so the twins stayed asleep.
I hated doing it, but because I couldn't trust the telepathic suppressant drug
to prevent Melissa from using her power, I had to place a single twin, a loony,
and a cabal member in each cell around the Inquisitor's and Melissa's shared
one. I knew each set of twins would be very desperate and stressed out when
they awoke without their twin in the same room, but I couldn't take the chance
that Melissa or the Inquisitor would try and force me to reveal myself by
preventing the slaves from feeding the sleepers. With only twenty twins, that
still left a lot cells without a designated feeder, but they were all furthest
out and would be the hardest to reach with all the minds between them and the
two prisoners.
So after making sure everyone but the feeders were securely tied down to prevent
any possible attempt to harm the girls, we came to the really dangerous part.
Waking up all twenty twins and my two friends all at the same time while hiding
my presence from them wasn't that complicated, but a lot of different things
could go wrong.
Everyone except me was sealed inside a cell when I pressed the button and
watched the monitors. As the oxygen rich air revived them, I worried that one
of them would wake up faster than the other and take them over.
That didn't happen, however. The moment Inquisitor was awake enough to realize
where he was, raised his mental barriers and began probing for anyone outside a
cell to let him out. He didn't even open his eyes until Melissa started moving
around, and then they quickly took separate corners, both quite capable of
defending themselves.
Luckily neither of them had any intention of attacking the other, and after
spending a half a day carefully watching the other, they began to talk, and
little by little they started to trust each other.
Three days went by before the Inquisitor finally accepted Melissa's offer to
have sex. I would have lasted maybe six hours at that dosage of fuck drug in my
system for the first time, but the Inquisitor was a very strong man, both
physically and in the will department.
God, I was so bored. Once they started fucking that's all they did for another
full day, even though I had switched off the fuck drug the moment his cock was
inside her cunt.
I had planned to give them a day and a night together without the fuck drug in
their systems before opening the door and explaining why I had done that to
them. I nearly cut that short by several hours when I realized he had talked
her into letting him try her ass.
As I watched him enter the realm that had previously been exclusively mine own,
I felt this sinking feeling that I was losing the special bond Melissa and I had
formed. I had been her cell mate, but now I wasn't unique in that respect. And
even though I was watching them on a four inch black and white monitor without
any sound, I knew every gasp, every grunt, every sensation they were
experiencing as if I was there in the room.
When the time came, I hit the remote open button on their cell, then left my
little den to go meet them. By the time I had found them, they had already let
all of the twins out, and I nearly got blasted by their empathic punch when I
startled them with my hello.
Once I explained what had happened and why I had gone through the great lengths
to get them to trust each other, I was relieved to find both of them agreeable
to making their two sides leave each other alone and let the innocent victims
alone. Surprisingly, the Inquisitor was the one who protested my condition of
releasing those people, but his reasons were based on the fact that they were
basically the payment for my rescue.
I pointed out that I hadn't been the one to make the deal, and I hadn't actually
needed to be rescued at all. But everyone here owed me their freedom since I
could have easily take over every single person here with either the drug or my
telepathy. And besides, I had saved them from Gordon, a Cabal member. That made
this an official Cabal matter, and not just some side deal with some of the
members.
So he found that to be a justified reason, and while Melissa didn't need one, I
gave her a reason too. She had already altered the little girl she had
befriended to follow in her footsteps, and had even taken the first steps of
making the girl want to have sex. She nearly cried when I pointed out how she
was doing the same thing that the men had tried to do to her. But after getting
herself pulled back together, she promised she wouldn't ever enslave another
again.
The process of waking people up then restoring their sanity and personalities
was left in their capable hands. Once my mom and dad were back on their feet, I
waited in the cell with the three sleepers, Joey, Suzi, and Michael.
Even though everything had worked out for the best, I was feeling a bit down. I
really was missing them both, and I spent two days talking to them, giving them
massages, bathing them, and taking care of their bodies before Gladius finally
entered the cell with his twin escorts to instruct me on what I needed to know.
He didn't say anything after the wall shut and had the three sleepers ears
firmly under his control. I knew I probably wouldn't like the agreement I would
have to make with him, but I had no intention of letting him take them back to
his estate in Central America and doing who knows what to them before shipping
them back to me.
"Are all the twins over their separation sickness?" I asked, trying to start the
topic on something neutral.
"Yes, some more than others. I'm sorry to say your twins have broken their
conditioning and are becoming individuals, and have managed to do the same with
their blood sisters as well."
"Why do you say it like that's a bad thing?" I asked, glancing up from Suzi's
face to his.
"Just because you have been conditioned to never reveal anything about the
abilities the twins have doesn't mean I have to tell you everything. However,
since the girls insist you have the right to know the limits of what you can do
verses what they can do, I will tell you that and a few more things.
"You are not unique in being an male empath. There are many empaths in the
world, most not even knowing that they are, or guessing what they can do. The
girls are not even all that powerful by themselves. But by working with another
empath, their powers more than double, and the more they think alike, the
greater their power.
"The moment they broke their conditioning to remain identical in every way, they
started to lose their combined abilities. You and _that girl_ beside you
accelerated this, mostly by _her_ prompting them to have a lesbian love sessions
with her and each other after you disappeared. I have been able to salvage the
younger two, but not your 'sisters'."
"Well, I for one am glad to hear it," I said. "They were never really
identical, you know. I could tell the difference between the moment I met them.
I'm glad Suzi talked them..."
I paused, feeling my loneliness for her and Joey's company swell.
"How do I wake them," I said softly.
"You've seen Sleeping Beauty, haven't you boy? That would be the easiest way
for you anyway. Just find someone who loves them and have them kiss them. The
emotions will do the rest."
"That's all?" I said, surprised he didn't try to make me offer anything for the
information.
"Not quite. That's just the beginning. They will wake up, but they probably
will not remember anything about themselves or anyone else right away. And even
when they do regain their memories, they will not feel like themselves for some
time. You have erased their emotions from their persons, boy. Their memories
will help regrow new ones, but they will be very dependant on their loved ones
to restore their emotional balance to something like it was before. But don't
expect them to end up exactly like they were. Their emotions will inevitably
grow back a little different, so your job is to make sure that difference is
minimal."
I looked up at him again, and said, "Thank you," and I could see he knew I meant
it.
"Tim, you saved me from those lunatics and Gordie's brainwashing, and for that I
have given up my claim to any retribution you or your parents owed me for
helping them save you. But when you spared my girls from the same fate... They
are my life's work, and for that I will give you the information you need to
revive your friends.
"There is one last bit of information I must be sure you understand. You, as a
male, are stronger by yourself than any lone untrained female. But you lack
control of your emotions, and that is the reason you must not attempt to try
your empathic powers without the guidance of the twins. This also why I do not
raise male empaths to sell. They are too difficult to condition, and they lose
control all too easily.
"And now a warning. Do not judge your abilities by Joy's and Honey's. The
moment you gave them names they lost their full potential, and they now couldn't
stand a chance against any of their sisters. If I suspect you are attempting to
use your empathic abilities against me or my girls, you will be brought to me as
a mindless slave and spend the rest of your life as a test subject for the young
ones to learn how to program. Good bye, Timothy Jasper Brandton. I hope to
never see you again."
I didn't give a response since he expected none, and didn't move until the wall
shut again when he left.
"Fuck you too," I said softly.
But then I instantly forgot all about his threat and the cold feeling it had
given me. My excitement grew as I began considering which one to wake first,
then realized it would be better to wait until we got home to try.
Penny's mom and dad were transported from one of the other two estates their
family owned, and I was relieved to find that Steven had only subconsciously
altered them like he had done to Penny. They had actually been very worried
about Steven and Penny, and didn't waste anytime to begin planning a new future
for their family once I had undone their programming and then created a few new
ones.
Steven. What happened to Steven. Well, once he had been stabilized from the
shooting, he had been taken to the nearest hospital and had remained there until
everything had been straightened out. His entire family had been reprogrammed
to continue their research, but in the goals of reversing the insanity of their
victims and others like them.
Melissa and her friends weren't all that happy with the arrangement at first,
but after a few hopeless cases were transferred from a few hospitals out of
state, they relished the idea of having new minds to explore, and were actually
able to help a few of them. Okay, so they helped a lot of them. But I don't
think any of the people they helped were ever restored to a completely normal
state of mind. No one could say for sure if it was because they couldn't or
wouldn't.
While waiting for everything to get straightened out, my mom and I decided it
would be best to stay with my dad until school started, mostly because the twins
and I would be very busy with wiping Joey's parents, Jerry, and Dana while at
the same time giving Joey the love he would needed to regrow the emotions he had
lost.
Suzi, Jerry, and Dana had their parents to provide the guidance and love they
needed. David and Michael.. well, their parents were not that great at loving
their kids, and after spending a few hours with them, Penny and I agreed that
Penny would be the best candidate for the job, and sadly their parents didn't
argue with us at all.
I felt confident I could provide all the love and support Joey needed, and then
once he was back to normal, he, my mom and I could do the same for his mom and
dad. So once all that was figured out, it was just a matter of getting things
wrapped up and heading home.
A few days after Gladius told me how to awaken them, the twins and I wiped
David. After sleeping off the exhaustion with the twins, I found Penny, Michael,
and David had left with her parents to live and work at their new home in
Alabama. I hadn't said goodbye to Penny before we had started on David, and I
was even more depressed when I found the Inquisitor had left to correct a rogue
voice without a goodbye either.
Melissa, however, I did get to say goodbye to, and spent a whole day with her
doing it. After showering the urine off our bodies from our wet sex, we spent
the night together in a bed giving each other our love, actually not fucking
until the next morning after we made a little deal.
Once I had shown her how to form two-ways and share bodies with another person,
we switched bodies for a while, and I got fucked in my cunt and ass for the
first time. I hadn't ever actually experienced it like that before, but I had
enjoyed it enough to know I wanted to swap bodies with a woman again once I got
home and had the time to play.
Anyway, after she shot her load into my ass for the second time, she said she
had enough and we swapped back again. Then came her part of the deal. She
showed me how to construct the fake personalities, and constantly helped me
improve it the rest of the time I was there. Even though I could never fool her
with it, I did get good enough to fool my mom and dad. Well, unless they did a
really intensive scan, but then they were looking for instances in my fake
personality's memories that were missing, something a stranger wouldn't be able
to do.
I ended up waiting a whole week before we finally landed at the airport nearest
to the North Mansion. My mom had told Suzi's parents everything shortly after I
and Joey had turned up missing, so they met us at the airport, and as painful as
it was for me, I agreed to their request to wake her up then let them take her
home straight from the parking lot.
I remote controlled her into their car, really spooking her mom when she found
out I and not Suzi was controlling her body. I guess I couldn't blame them for
it, but after I gave Suzi the most heart felt kiss I could, I was asked to step
out and then watched them drive away with her just as she had started to open
her eyes.
I felt better, however, when I stepped through the front door of the North
mansion. I got a big shock when my dad flipped the calendar and I found out
that it was already well into the first week of August. I had been gone for
over three months, yet only really had memories for half of those days.
Both Penny and Dana were five months pregnant, and even though Penny was
carrying twins, Dana appeared larger because of her smaller body size. I have
to admit that Penny's grandfather did know his stuff when he had selected the
three generations before her. Penny was sixteen just like Dana and Suzi, but
her body was far more ready to have a child than either of the other two. Penny
quite simply had been bred to not only be a docile sex slave, but also to have
as many children as she could fit into her life time.
(So far she hasn't failed him there. In the ten years following, Penny has had
a total of seven children, two which were David's, two which were Michael's, and
the rest... Well, they stopped keeping track when Michael evened up the score.
As far as they are concerned, they are all theirs, and I once heard Penny say
she'll stop when she beats her aunt's record of twenty three. Shit. Twenty
four? I can barely keep my sanity with two baby girls, one which lives half-way
around the world from me. It's no wonder Michael's oldest got in trouble having
sex with his two older half sisters. Besides changing diapers, that's all they
do around there.)
Because of her pregnancy, Dana was made priority, and after trying to get it to
work without penetration and failing, we rigged up a kind of support harness for
me so I could mount her from above without putting undo pressure on her abdomen.
I stupidly insisted that we tell both Dana's and Jerry's parents the truth about
it all, and nearly had to alter their perspectives when they were strongly
considering taking it to the police or someone thinking we were perverts and had
been the ones who had kidnapped them. But after spending a whole afternoon
telling them and showing them everything I felt they could withstand, they
finally accepted the truth.
Unfortunately, Dana's father insisted on being there to witness the wiping. Do
you have any idea the kind of emotion a father goes through seeing his pregnant
little girl with sexual explicit tattoos covering her nude body get ready to be
fucked by a boy he had only met three days ago? I couldn't even get it up until
he was in the other wing of the mansion.
Even though Dana was a friend, pregnant, and a victim, I did take a few minutes
to enjoy experiencing fucking a pregnant girl before letting the empathic link
form with the twins and Dana. It bothers me how much I enjoyed it. Of course
the fact that she did everything she could to keep me saying "Okay, just five
more minutes," to the twins didn't help one bit.
God, did she know to tease my rose too. Her fingers were constantly reaching
down to just barely touch my asshole as I fucked her, and when she all of a
sudden hooked my ass with her finger, I didn't resist her in the slightest as
she swung me around on my harness and proceeded to suck me off to my second
orgasm and fucking my ass with her finger.
But when she pulled her finger out and made like she was going to taste it, I
nearly retched from the grossness and quickly swung back around to form the
empathic link before she could get it to her mouth. And as the emotions started
flooding out my vision, I caught sight of her hands stopping and rising up to my
breasts, just like mine had done for the twins so many times.
The girls and I found that Dana's emotional plane was very different than that
of any of the others, and without much effort the twins cleared it all away
without my help. Well, I didn't have to do any of the wiping, but I guess I did
help. I was... the interface. Without my dong in her, er, wong? uhm, anyway,
without me, the twins wouldn't have been able to do anything.
(The theory guys.. Oh, sorry Lindsey.. The theory _people_ believe it has to do
with the stimulation of the pleasure senses increasing the emotional responses,
which apparently decreases the threshold level for each of the individual
emotions.)
(Yeah, that's exactly what I said when they told it to me the first time.
("Huh?") But I later traced the symbols that they talked about, and it looks
like it does have something to do with it. I still haven't a clue about how
empathy works in relationship to the symbols, but at least it gives the theory
people something to ponder on between assignments.)
After the twins had passed out, I was happy to find myself only slightly tired,
and after remote controlling Dana's body into the shower, I kind of... borrowed
her body to see what it was like to be a freshly fucked pregnant woman.
Highly overrated is all I have to say. I mean, besides having the bulge of a
kid inside me, my chemistry was all screwy, the legs didn't fit up to my ass
right, and if I ever have to resist running down to the kitchen to eat God knows
what, it will be way too soon.
But just to be fair, feeling that little monster kick was kind of neat.
Anyway, once I finished showering and examined my tits in the mirror real good,
I got dressed. Good thing Joey and I practiced the bra thing with Julie,
Sheryl, and Dawn enough to do it in the dark. Of course putting it on is a
little different than taking it off, especially when you're putting it on your
own boobs. But I got it to work somehow and resisted practicing it a few times
more.
By the time I was back in my own body, it had been nearly two hours since her
dad had left. Jerry actually was able to control his desire to fuck her long
enough to kiss her with the sloppiest but heart felt kiss I had seen him do.
As soon as Jerry finished his kiss, I had to take control of his body a few
moments to prevent him from pulling her clothes off and raping her like the
animal they had been the past five months. But when she opened her eyes and
called his name, I let him go and called her mom and dad in to the room.
"Dana, do you remember me?" I asked gently after she gave her parents hugs and
kisses.
"I remember you Tim. I remember everything. Even the bad stuff," she said
looking back at Jerry.
"Jerry sorry," he said softly.
"No, you never did anything bad," she said. "I was meaning... Tim, can't you
help him now? I feel like I'm lost without him being normal. We've been
through so much together," she said, more to her parents than to me.
"Oh, honey," her mom said sitting down on the bed next to her after kissing her
on the top of her head.
"I'm sorry, Dana. This stuff takes a lot out of the twins, and I can't do it by
myself. Especially not to another guy. (momentary flash of a homosexual wiping)
Er, uhm... Yeah. Have to have the twins. But you were pretty easy compared to
Suzi or Joey so they might wake up before tomorrow and then they can help Jerry
after getting something to eat. He should be even easier to do."
Her parents and Dana asked exactly what the twins and I had done, surprisingly
getting into the sexual details of it without anyone really getting
uncomfortable about it. Jerry didn't comment, and I could feel him really
starting to get edgy being so close to his woman without being able to fuck.
Jerry's parents came to Dana's room and asked if they could come in, so I left
the six of them alone to talk, but warned them before leaving that even though
Jerry seemed to be handling it well, he shouldn't be trusted and definitely not
be left alone with her.
My heart was racing as I entered Joey's room. I was going to wake him now that
Dana had been restored and I wouldn't be needed until Joey was ready enough to
help with his mom and dad.
He looked kind of strange with the roots of his hair blonde and the top three
fourths black. I climbed on the bed next to him, and had to pause a moment to
calm myself down before attempting to position my mouth over his.
The kiss I gave him was as loving and heartfelt as the one I gave Suzi, yet once
I broke the kiss, I began worrying when nothing happened.
I must have sat there for at least five minutes before deciding to try it again,
but when I tried to press my lips against his, his hand came up and brushed me
away.
"Thank God," I said, probing his mind and finding activity. "Joey, can you hear
me? Open your eyes, please?"
Very sluggishly his eyes opened, and I was disappointed to find them empty. Just
as Gladius said, he didn't know anything about who he or I was, and barely
understood what was said to him.
I talked to him for several hours, finding once in a while he seemed to
understand what I was saying was important, and he even turned his head to look
at me when I kissed his hand one more time.
A maid brought a cart of food up for dinner, and I slowly fed him his dinner
while once in a while getting a mouth full for myself. The longer I spent with
him, the more animated he became, and by the time it was time to go to bed, Joey
was actually looking around noticing his surroundings a little.
I was pretty tired, and even though Joey had been asleep for the past two weeks,
he was looking drowsy himself. So I stripped and got into bed with him, pulling
him up against me so I could hold him like I had been doing every night. And
just like every night, I gave him a kiss on the cheek, and was startled when
moments later, he gave me one.
I saw something familiar in his eyes when I looked back at him. And there was
no hesitation on my part to kiss him on the lips, shedding tears when I felt him
respond.
I was so lost in those tears that it took several minutes to realize his lips
had stopped and he had in fact fallen asleep. But I wasn't the least bit
disappointed. After feeling for Suzi's mind and finally locking on to it, I
found she had started to remember herself and a few other things, two of them
being the names Tim and Joey.
Joey and I were awakened by the old familiar feelings of the twins lips on our
dicks. It didn't occur to me until later that perhaps Joey's first pleasurable
sensation shouldn't have been sexual. But at the time when he made his
trademark shivers and shakes, I thought it was the most beautiful thing the
twins could have done.
The morning was filled with his new discoveries. Like finding he had a hand and
that he could reach out and grasp something. Of course the first thing he
grasped was my hair, but after finally getting tired of it, I grabbed his hair
and showed him what it felt like.
To my surprise, that made him cry like a little child. I instantly regretted it
and started comforting him. After I had given my little Joey a kiss on the
head, he suddenly remembered what a kiss was and grabbed my hair again to pull
my cheek over to his lips.
Twenty kisses later, Joey forgot about me when he found his dick was feeling
really good again. Twice he tried to grab it and pull it up to his lips to
kiss, but after he cried out in pain the second time, I stopped him and
demonstrated the old jerking skill using my hand on his dick.
As you may guess, that let to him returning the favor, but then quickly tried
pulling it up to his mouth for a kiss. After he tried it the third time, I
sighed and moved into a sixty nine position, only for him to kiss it once then
tug on it to put it back where he found it.
When I gave his a kiss on the head, he froze, then pushed his hips upwards
searching for the feeling he remembered from when he had woken up that morning.
I was tempted, but I didn't provide the sensation he was after and started
talking to him about his dick instead.
When I found myself needing to take a leak, I check with his bladder and found
it was a little full as well. That was a bit of a challenge. After he wobbled
on his feet for the first few steps, he suddenly wanted to explore the world.
Somehow I managed to start him exploring the bathroom, and after realizing there
was no way I'd get him to pee into the toilet, I guided us to the shower and
started peeing on the far wall.
When Joey's warm urine splashed directly on my foot, I suddenly felt playful and
horny at the same time. I got the first laugh out of him as we fought a very
fast battle with our yellow water swords, then showed him the wonder of the
faucet. Of course he immediately turned off the hot water and we both howled
when the cold water hit.
We always could have fun in the shower. After trying to play keep away with the
soap, we reexplored the intimacy of lathering each other up, somehow managing to
avoid getting turned on by all the physical contact.
While I bent down to get the soap again, he playfully slid his hand between my
ass cheeks, then after I had shuddered, I stood back up finding him suddenly
very reserved.
I could feel him struggling with something, something that wasn't pleasant. I
held my breath as he suddenly took a hold of my ass and spread my cheeks apart,
looking at my ass hole like it was saying something to him.
I felt something very un-Joey like pass through him, and when I felt his breath
on my rose I jerked myself away standing up saying, "No, Joey. That's not
something you do."
"Joey," he simply stated.
"Yes. Your name is Joey. My name is Tim."
"Timmy. Joey. Sss. Sss."
"Suzi"
"Suzi! Timmy! Joey!" he said getting excited.
But then he stopped and I felt a coldness pass through him.
"Sss.. Ss. Sta.. Steeven.."
"Shit," I muttered. "Steven was a bad man. You don't have to remember him.
Remember, Timmy? Suzi? Joey?"
"Suzi! Joey! Suzi! Timmy!"
We danced around the room naked screaming our names and Suzi's like a couple of
kids having a sugar rush. And when we had an unexpected but extremely welcomed
visitor, the three of us were jumping up and down on the bed calling each
other's names out.
Suzi didn't even care that we were naked, so even though Suzi's mom watched us
jumping up and down joyously for a few minutes, I wasn't about to stop to get
some clothes on.
Joey was the first to quit jumping, having been going the longest and hardest.
Suzi and I both stopped the next jump, and as we caught our breath, I felt a
jump of emotion from Suzi.
"Timmy," she said straight to my face.
"Hi Suzi," I said with my eyes watering.
Suzi looked over to Joey and was about to say something but stopped and studied
him. When I looked at him as well, I found him frowning and staring at nothing
directly in front of him as he slowly pounded his meat.
I peeked in his head, finding him getting flashes of what he had done to me and
Suzi while we were under his control.
"Joey, look at me," I said softly.
The moment his eyes locked on to mine, I easily brushed his discomforts away and
shared the love I was feeling.
I felt Suzi growing restless, so I canceled the empathic link and formed a three
way.
The moment they felt me and each other, they both gasped, and a few seconds
later we were hugging and I was crying.
We had a wonderful time feeling each other's bodies from the inside, reexploring
the joy of being of one mind and three bodies. I thought they were well on
their way to recovering their old selves, especially since they both knew who I
was and each other by name.
But ten minutes after closing the three way to eat lunch, I first noticed Joey,
and then Suzi having moments of flashbacks from the time with Steven. I never
actually finished my lunch, for halfway through it I felt Suzi's fear for both
Joey and me over come her.
Suzi's parents immediately took her back home, and for the second time, I
watched them drive her away in their car. Joey was also having periods of
intense emotions, and after another hour or so, my mom had to stay with him
instead of me.
I was miserable. Not only had I failed to help Joey through his time of need, I
realized my physical appearance might have reminded them both of their time with
Steven prematurely. My dad told me that was nonsense, and that they had just
begun to remember things, naturally starting with the most recent and most
traumatic stuff first.
My dad also said that just the fact that they remembered my name before any of
their memories started to come back was a good sign that they would be okay.
That made me feel a little better.
But after two days of hearing Joey's wails and my mom's voice trying to calm him
down, my fears about Joey never returning to normal were doubled. I couldn't
even get near his room without him going nuts because he could sense me. Most
of the time he would just be scared, but a couple of times he got physically
violent, remembering some of the rage and hatred he had felt.
And from what Suzi's parents were telling us on the phone (I called them three
times a day), Suzi was going through pretty much the same thing except instead
of rage and hatred, she would try and seduce her father, and once even her
mother, having surges of intense sexual desire that both her parents admitted
they had almost given in to.
I was very glad to hear they had sent her brother to live with a few of his
friends from college. It wasn't a secret that both he and Suzi had both
secretly desired the other at one time. There was no way Jason would be able to
resist the things Suzi had tried on her dad, and just seeing what she did in her
dad's mind made me so horny and so depressed that I, well, I did something I
hadn't done in a long time. I locked myself in the bathroom door and jerked
off... alone.
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Tim, the Teenage MC
By Rass Senip - Proofread by Evil Eye
Chapter XII: 10th Grade, Summer 1987
Part 9 - Fate and Luck
(mf, oral)
After spending way too much time in the bathroom the next day and a half, I
decided that I was wasting my time and figured I might as well be asleep while I
wasn't doing any good. The twins felt how upset I was, and seemed to agree that
this would be a very good time to try Margaret. I guess I was boiling over with
emotions, and they knew Margaret would be almost as hard as Joey had been.
They were right, too. Without their sisters' help, it took two tries to wipe it
all out. And I can't tell you how hard it was to actually mount Margaret the
first time. She was Joey's mom, and even though she didn't look like the woman
I grew up with, it was very hard to keep erect before penetration. I also
prayed that Joey would forgive me. I had at one time sworn to him I'd never
fuck his mom.
When I woke up from the twenty hour nap I had taken after Margaret's second
wipe, I called Suzi's house and talked to her mom. Suzi was starting to
remember things from before her brainwashing, but she still had pretty intense
emotional periods, and her mom gently told me I would have to wait a few more
days before they would risk allowing her to see me.
I finally put the phone in its cradle ten minutes after she had hung up. I felt
stiff and numb, but once I started to move, I didn't waste any time going back
upstairs, dragging the twins out of bed and taking them to Tom's room.
Honey mounted Tom while I mounted Joy, and as soon as I felt the familiar
connections form, I insisted they let me do all the work. Fuck, they had to let
me, for they wore themselves out just trying to keep my beam focused.
That's when we made the big discovery. You see, empathic controls and
telepathic commands don't usually conflict with each other unless the telepathic
command produces intense emotions. Steven had used my command in Joey's head as
a base to build the loyally to him and his family. I could have wiped Joey,
then removed the command easily, but doing it the other way around had been
devastating to Joey, and had been very difficult to do in the first place.
But Tom... He had sort of the opposite. As I was blasting his mountains away,
I came across a mountain that was invulnerable to my beam. After spending a few
minutes on it, I left it and finished blasting the rest away, then with a great
deal of difficulty, I tried to work on it again.
The twins and I finally had to give up, and after sleeping it off, I scanned his
distant memories to find the source of his impenetrable emotions.
I quickly traced it back to..
"Sarah.."
Tom had layers and layers of emotional memories piled up from after her death.
It took me several hours just to wade through it all, for they seemed to all
lead right back to another which I had already examined. I literally kept going
around in circles, and finally I had to call an expert in.
My dad may not have the strongest ability, but he had long ago refined it to
such an extent that he could reorganize a person's memories without them knowing
it or it affecting them in the slightest. Joey never even detected the hidden
slave within Penny's mind, and quite frankly I had missed a few of them myself.
I knew enough now to detect them if I looked for them, but most of the time I
wasn't looking.
Dad spent almost a half hour before finally finding the branch that lead to the
source. I was actually learning a few things from him, and he seemed very
pleased to pass on anything I wanted to know about his old hobby. So we weren't
really concentrating on what we were looking at, dad having gone off telling me
this really interesting story of this woman who had multiple personalities.
Shit, he never did finish that one.
Anyway, we were kind of both startled when the trace ended at the memory of Tom
identifying Sarah's raped and slightly mutilated body. It was the fear left on
her face that had caused Tom's emotions to overwhelming him for years
afterwards. I could understand why he had insisted on cremating her before any
of his family could see her. It would have haunted me too.
Dad and I even felt a little sick from the image, but then my dad noticed
something and said, "Wait a minute.."
I sensed him sending out hundreds of probes that was focused on the memory
itself. After another ten or so minutes, he finally announced, "Tim, this
memory.. It's not real."
"What? Are you sure? It doesn't feel... Wait, I think... I think I can see
what you mean. You said when you move a memory from one part of the mind to
another, you always have to make sure all the other memories that point to it
are changed to point to its new location."
"Right. But this memory doesn't have anything pointing to it, just away from
it. Go get Margaret. I want to use her memories to find what happened before
this one was planted in his."
Dad knows his stuff. It took him less than two minutes to find the nearest
memory of something they had both experienced shortly before the time in
question. And then all he had to do was follow the trail until..
"Hmm, whoever it was didn't really know what they were doing. Right before the
planted memory was supposed to take place, the pointers are skewed. But I
think.. That's it. The real memory is here, but it's fragmented to hell. Looks
like they just scrambled the real memory figuring no one would find it anyway.
This will just take a minute."
I waited patiently, feeling his mind send probe after probe out, then finally
felt a few commands mixed in. I didn't dare attempt to probe what he was doing,
for he had already told me that my probes interfered with his own because his
were incredibly sensitive.
"Okay. You better take a look at this while I go get your mother."
"Is it that bad?" I asked as he got up.
"Look for yourself," he said going out the door.
As I began my own probing, I easily found the memory he had reconstructed. Shit,
I couldn't miss it. It was like he had place a big lit up arrow pointing
directly to the spot where it began.
Dad had pieced enough of the memory together to figure out what had happened,
but hadn't actually reconstructed the entire memory. It was more than enough,
however.
Tom had been met by a tall man and a college aged girl when he had entered the
police station. He followed them back to a interrogation room without saying a
word, then sat there for at least fifteen minutes while the pair or probably
more like the man apparently planted the memory and then scrambled the real one.
Afterwards, Tom left believing he had identified his dead daughter and that
gruesome image had haunted him ever since. The implanted memory was the source
of that impenetrable mountain, but before we could take it out, we needed to
figure out what to replace it with.
Strangely enough, I didn't realize what had to be the most important detail to
come out of finding that memory until my mom stated it after examining the
memory herself.
"If she is alive, how are we or they going to find her?"
"Who?" I said right before it hit me. "Sarah? Oh! She has to be alive, doesn't
she! I gotta go tell Joey!"
"STOP!" my mother commanded verbally. "I'm sorry Timmy, but he's not ready to
see you yet. He's getting there, but he's not there yet."
"But.. If I can't go see Suzi, and I can't see Joey, what's there to do? How
soon do you think it would be before I can see him?"
"At least another day, probably more. Joey's just starting to remember me. Oh,
honey. Now don't go all gloomy again. He's going to be fine, and so is Suzi. I
know! How about you calling up that girl that gave you Midge? You've been
through a lot the past couple of months. You need to have some time to get back
to doing what you want a little instead of what you think you need to do. Go
have some fun for a day or two, and hopefully when you get back, they'll be
ready to see you again."
And that's exactly what I did. It took seven phone calls to reach someone to
give Holly a message. She called me back that night and we talked for nearly
three hours long distance. While Holly never actually said it out loud, she
dropped enough hints to let me know she was still interested in trying out my
trailer.
The next day was a Saturday, and I got up really early to load Midge up into her
matching blue and red striped trailer hitched to the back of my Formula.
It was nice to just get in the car and drive again. I hadn't realized how much
I enjoyed driving my car until I had gone without it for a while. Of course I'm
a people person, and with the drive going to be something like eight hours long,
I was starting to feel pretty bored and lonely after the first two.
I stopped at a rest area and took a leak, then as I was walking out, I ran right
into this chick who I instantly felt was in a panic.
After we made our apologies, I watched her looking around the side of the
building then she turned and saw I had seen her.
"Was there a really big guy with a moustache and a cowboy hat in there?" she
asked in a southern accent, thumbing the men's room.
"Nope. But if you give me his name I'll find him for ya," I said.
"Oh, ah... Bert... Bert... Oh, what did he say his last name was... Bert
somethin'" she said peering around the other side of the building, then
shielding her eyes from the sun as she scanned the rest of the area visually.
"Bert. Well, I guess there couldn't be that many Berts around," I said, mostly
to myself.
I began building up energy for a pulse, then when it was ready, I let it go.
"Found him. Whoops, found two. Nope three. Shit. Bert must be more popular
than I thought. Okay. Which is it? Bert Johnson, Lutz, or Ziegelmeyer?"
"Ziegelmeyer!" she said amazed. "How'd you do that!"
"Just a trick I.. Uhm, I hate to tell you this, but he's already five miles up
the road."
"Shit!" she said, stomping her foot. "He's taken off with my stuff! The lyin'
son of a bitch!"
"Uhm, you want some help?" I asked her, seeing he was still within my range to
stop him, and it was on my way.
"Thanks, but how could help me? He drives a big truck, and unless you got a
shot gun or know karate, he's break us both in half. Shit! I knew he'd pull
this!"
"Hey. I think he's having some engine trouble, and I just saw one of those
state police cars go by. I betcha the cop stops to help, and if we hurry, we
could make it before he leaves."
"Oh... Alright. But I'm warning you to keep your hands to yourself. I can take
care of myself if needs be."
"But I am grateful for the lift," she added with a smile when she saw the scowl
on my face.
I sighed and said, "Come on. We better hurry," then led her to my car which she
whistled at.
I grinned back when she said, "Okay, Bandit. Let's go get that Smokey."
"If I wasn't pulling Midge, we could catch up with him really easy," I said as I
started the engine. "But the trailer can only go about seventy before she
starts to bounce back and forth on her wheels."
"You sound as if you've tried it," she said just as I put it in forward gear.
"You're right," I said as I pulled out a little faster than you might expect a
car with a trailer attached should.
"What's your Daddy do?" she asked as we pulled out onto the highway.
"Er, business stuff, I guess. He dabbles a lot, stocks, mergers, runs a private
financial firm, shit like that. Why?"
"Oh, I just wondered. You gonna follow in his foot steps?" she asked.
"I'm not sure. Probably not in the way you're thinking. I don't know what I
want to do yet."
"I know what you mean. I'm still trying to figure that one out for myself.
Before my daddy died, I thought I wanted to be a singer. But now that I've
tried it, I guess it was my daddy's dream, not mine. Oh. My name is Betty Ruth
Thompson, by the way."
"Tim Brandton," I replied. "Hey, looks like we're in luck." I said nodding
towards the truck and cop car along the side of the road.
"Now how did you know he was having trouble? Not nobody could have known that.
Nobody but God, that is. But you're not God are you?" she asked.
It wasn't a serious question, and she didn't seem to care if I answered it at
all. Betty Ruth believed deeply on the existence of luck, and when something
odd happened to her, she apparently didn't expect there to be an explanation.
She already had convinced herself that I hadn't known, and it was just
coincidence that it had happened like that.
"Hey! That's MY stuff!" she yelled to the cop through the window as I had pulled
onto the shoulder. The car wasn't even at a full stop when she got out, then I
watched her ass as it hustled to get to the cop before Bert could.
I helped her convince the cop that he had her stuff, and after scanning Bert, I
decided to not give him a hard time about it since he had just got the truck
driving job after getting out of the state pen for grand theft auto.
After cleaning his act up for him, I waited patiently as Betty Ruth actually
tried to get him arrested for stealing her forty three dollars and her small bag
of belongings. But Bert claimed he though she had gone off with another trucker
and didn't know she had left her stuff in his cab. It was a lie, but the cop
couldn't tell for sure, and since Betty Ruth admitted she had gotten everything
back, he told her it was pretty much his word against hers.
She didn't waste anymore energy on it, figuring it was just the way her luck had
turned. Betty Ruth really believed her life was controlled by her luck, and
that it would always take care of her no matter what she did.
As she walked back to the car with her bag over her shoulders, I could sense her
indecision about what to do next.
"I don't mean to impose on your kindness," she began, "but could you give me a
lift to the next town? The officer said he could, but he's kind of a horses
ass, if you know what I mean. He didn't even believe me when I told him Bert
knew I was goin' back down to Memphis and he was my ride."
"Actually, if you want, I can take you the whole way. I'm going there myself to
have a little race with a friend of mine."
"Oh, I wouldn't want to trouble you," she said getting in. "I mean, I tend to
blabber on a lot, and some people don't care for that much talk on a trip."
"Believe me when I say it's no trouble. I think I'd go nuts driving for six
more hours by myself. Besides, if I get tired of you, I'll just kick ya out of
the car," I said with a grin. "You'd still be closer to your destination than
you were, if just a bit more dusty from your landing."
"Well, I'll try and keep the conversation interesting then," she said rolling up
the window as we pulled out.
"What are ya pulling back there? It's not a horse trailer, and you're too young
and it's too small for a race car. Let me guess first.. Uhm... Shit... Okay I
give up. Oh wait. It's a.. It's a..."
"Helicopter," I finally said.
"Bull shit," she said turning around in her seat to look back at the trailer
again. "It's not big enough."
"No, really. It's not a full size one, but it's a real helicopter. It's only a
single seater, but it can fly into tighter places than a regular one can, and it
doesn't cost an arm and a leg to fuel."
"Say, that's kind of neat," she said, slapping my thigh. "You got a nice car,
and a helicopter to boot. I bet you're goin' down to see a girl as much as race
your helicopter too."
"Damn. Yeah, I am," I said, honestly surprise.
"Lucky guess," she scoffed. "I'm good at making lucky guesses," she said,
yawning.
"Uhm if you want to take a nap, that's cool. As long as you don't sleep the
whole trip that is."
"Oh, but we haven't even begu hu hu hum.. Maybe I'll just take a quickie. I
didn't get much sleep last night with that ape ogling me in the mirror all the
time."
After my eyes glanced into the mirror to see if I could see anything, I grinned
back at her when I saw she was teasing me.
She had such interesting dreams, I didn't bother waking her at ten like she had
asked me to. I got a kick out of her dreaming of me picking her up in my
helicopter, and was kind of disappointed when this big muscle bound guy her age
suddenly replaced my image in the cockpit. She was just starting to get turned
on by the copter pilot when she stirred slightly and she went into a deeper
sleep.
Betty Ruth's legs kept catching my attention as I drove. Her tight fitting
shorts really made her ass and legs look hot, and while she wasn't a playboy
centerfold, she definitely had a nice body.
But other than having her spread her legs a part a little more, I was determined
to leave things lay and not attempt to start anything. Betty Ruth wasn't the
least bit interested in me, and I didn't have to have sex with every girl I met
up with. Not that I would refuse if she offered, but I knew that wouldn't
happen.
When I finally did wake her, she awoke with a shriek, then grinned at my
startled face.
"Sorry... Uhm, you were sleeping so good I didn't wake you at ten. I'm ready
for lunch. Burger King okay with you?"
We got out to stretch our legs at the restaurant, and after we ate inside, I
opened the trailer up and showed her Midge. She was very flattering, but she
hadn't been all that impressed. As far as I could tell, Betty Ruth just didn't
get impressed by too many things.
She suddenly announced she needed to use the little girls room, and said I
probably could fill the tank up since she would probably be a while. I didn't
question her motives, and didn't sense any deceit, so I spent a good ten minutes
at the gas station and ten more in the car before going back inside to look for
her.
"Holy shit," I said when I found her talking to the guy from her dream. I
couldn't believe it. I mean, he wasn't dressed the same, and he wasn't all that
big in the muscle department, but the face... the face was exactly as she had
imagined it to be.
"Oh, Tim. I want you to meet... What's your name anyway?" she asked the guy.
"Kam's the name, flyin's my game," he said smoothly as he almost crushed my hand
as we shook.
"Flying? What, airplanes?" I said, nursing my poor hand back into it's original
shape.
"Helicopters mostly," he said with energy. "I'm on my way down to Memphis to
pick up my new bird."
"Really?" Betty Ruth said excitedly. "Tim and I are going there too. I bet you
need a lift, don't you," she offered.
"As a matter of fact, I am. I've been waiting here for four hours for my
brother in law, but knowing him he's gone out drinkin' again and plum forgot
about takin' me. Where's about in Memphis are you-all headin'?"
I closed my gaping mouth, then rolled my eyes up, letting Him know I didn't
think it was funny. "It doesn't matter. Come on. We've got plenty of room...
Uhm, you better grab something to eat before we leave, though. I don't plan on
making another stop until we're there."
"Well thank ya sweet thing," he said to Betty Ruth. "I don't know what I'd done
if you hadn't come along to save me."
"You're welcome," I said under my breath.
Then I grinned as I made his really tight fitting jeans feel just a little
tighter in the crotch, and almost snickered when he kept taking a higher step
every few feet in an attempt to straighten his crotch out.
I wasn't the least bit surprised when Betty Ruth ended up getting in the back
seat with him. After all, as far as she was concerned he was there because she
had wanted it, her luck having provided her with the man she had dreamed of.
I monitored both their thoughts while I drove, and after an hour or so of
talking about everything under the sun, Betty Ruth decided to make the first
move.
The instant he felt her hand on his thigh, he suddenly awoke to realize she had
the hots for him. Up until that moment, he had simply been his normal friendly
flirty self. But that was all over now.
I kept my eyes on the road knowing he was glancing back and forth from the rear
view mirror and slipping his hand up her own thigh. I figured if they wanted to
have some fun in my car while I drove them to their destination, the least they
could do is let me watch.
So I said, "If you two are going to fuck, would you mind taking your shoes off
first? The last time I did that in the back seat, I got shoe marks all over the
armrests, and then she almost broke the window when I came in her ass."
I felt both eyes looking at me in the mirror, but I didn't bother looking back
at them.
"Come on. I'm paying for the gas and doing the driving. You can at least give
me the satisfaction of listening to you moan and shit. It's not like I can just
climb back there and get into it with ya. Someone has to do the driving."
"Shit. Just warn us if you pass any coppers. Around here, they like to give
tickets for this kind of shit," Kam said as he slipped his hand against her
crotch.
As he had expected, her hand immediately moved to his bulging crotch, and after
a good ten minutes of listening to each others breathing get faster and deeper,
Betty Ruth finally opened his jeans and started jerking him off.
"Ah, yeah. That feels good.." Kam muttered. "Here, let me..."
"Oh! Mmmm.." was her only reply
"You really know how to make that feel good," Kam said softly.
"So do you," she said.
"I know how to make it feel even better though," he said, finally sliding down
to the floor.
"Oh.. Ohh.. OHH!! MMmmmm.. You got a wicked tongue."
I listened to her gasps and even peeked a few glances through the mirror at her
dazed expression while his slurps became noisier and longer. Eventually, he got
tired of being cramped on the floor, so Betty Ruth put her back against the wall
of the car with her legs spread open while he crouched between them and
continued his slurping.
Kam impressed me. His tongue had more moves than a conman at a fake charity
ball, but the most amazing thing about him was his endurance. He spent over an
hour between her legs, and the only reason he stopped was because he had driven
Betty Ruth nuts for his cock. Of course that was the intent, and he wasn't at
all surprised when Betty Ruth started tugging his shirt over his head.
I know the image of clothes being flung into the air after freshly being removed
is not something new to you. But I swear they just started tossing item after
item after item one after another into the front seat, and there was no way
anyone could get undress that fast without ripping some of them.
I caught the moment they first move their mouths over each others, then had to
take my own cock out watching them seemingly eat their faces.
The rising of his ass in the mirror caught my eye, and I quickly linked to
experience his cock's penetration. God she was wet. He had really done a
number on her. She was so hot to trot that she kept trying to hump him faster
whenever he was pulling out.
But Kam put a stop to that by laying on top of her until her struggles stopped,
then slowly humped her until she did it again.
Kam thought of sex as more of an art form than just physical pleasure, and he
had never had a shortage of women to practice his art. After getting his fill
of just having sex with girls, and then quickly tiring with the three sexual
relationships he had with his teachers in high school, Kam started looking for
something to make it better, more pleasurable, more rewarding.
So during his senior year in high school, he started experimenting with the
girls who threw themselves at him. He tried anal sex, he tried a little
bondage, and he even went as far as trying it with a guy once. But his heart
wasn't really interested in anything else but licking and fucking pussy, while
also having this really big thing for the sight of his cum on a girl's chest and
mouth.
I grew tired of his slow humps, finding it all too like the ones the twins
enjoy. I actually forgot all about them, and it wasn't until I saw the sign
saying West Memphis I realized they hadn't even cum yet.
"Hey, Kam. If you're going to do it man, you better get a move on. We're in
West Memphis now."
The only reply was a nicely formed moan from Betty Ruth after she awoke from his
sudden acceleration.
That moan was followed by another one, then another one louder and longer than
the others. Kam started to really pound into her, and I started to feel the car
shifting with his lurches, and then was startled by his growl.
She moaned and gasped as Kam's body slammed into hers, and I could feel every
hump through the steering wheel. He drove her to the point of screaming his
name as he growled between taking sloppy mouthfuls of her breasts.
As his lurches actually started to hamper my steering, I pulled over and watched
him lift her off the seat with each thrust. They both were screaming between
lurches, and then suddenly Kam pull it out and spurted his huge load all over
her face and tits.
Betty Ruth just laid there as the white seed was sprayed on, having been knocked
senseless by her orgasm, and perhaps from the numerous blows the roof gave her
head.
After Kam's cock finally finished its hosing, he sat back and looked at her for
a few minutes. After wiping a little cum over a bare spot on her neck, he
cocked his head while sucking the small amount off his finger like a chef
finishing his cake.
He suddenly noticed we weren't moving, and when he looked over at me, he saw I
was studying his work like I understood.
"I don't think I've ever seen a woman looking so.... fucked before," I finally
concluded.
He gave me the most enchanting smile before saying, "Thanks, buddy. I aim to
please. I don't suppose you have a..." he said as the towel hit him in the
face.
I pulled back on the highway and listened to him chattering away as he cleaned
her up and got her to put her clothes back on.
Neither of them even noticed I had taken them to their destinations without them
every having told me where to go. Kam finally asked what I was hauling, and
naturally had to check Midge out. At least he was impressed, and coming from
him, that meant a lot. But I still couldn't help making his hand feel like it
had been squeezed to a pulp when we shook before parting company.
Betty Ruth was back to her old chatty self by the time we left Kam at his hotel.
Well, not quite her old self.
"You know," she said, laying her hand on my thigh, "sometimes I forget to say
thanks when something lucky happens to me."
"You're welcome," I said, as I stopped her hand from sliding up my thigh. "I'd
rather hear you sing than feel your hand on my prick."
"That's sweet, but you see, I had a dream earlier that told me what I have to do
for luck. I thought it was supposed to be Kam, but he didn't do what my dream
showed, and I recognized your little soldier when you had it out. So, could you
raise the steering wheel? I don't think my head will fit."
"Uhm, before you do, could you open the glove compartment and get that little
bottle out? Thanks," I said taking it from her and unscrewing the top.
I downed the drink, figuring if she was going to give me a blow job, I was going
to make sure I would put out more than what Kam did.
"Okay," I said.
You know what they say. Don't drink and drive. Well, I should have considered
that. While my cum flooded down her throat and I humped her trapped mouth, I
guess I swerved a little too much, and just my luck, a cop noticed.
I had just come back to my senses when I noticed the blinking lights on the
motorbike which was quickly catching up. And naturally he happened to be immune
to my mental redirection.
Talk about embarrassing. Here I was, a telepathic empath, about to get caught
by a policeman with a woman's head stuck between my legs with my deflating dick
in her mouth. If the members of the Cabal ever caught even a whiff of it, I'll
never live it down.
I pulled over, and as the cop dismounted his bike and walked up, I struggled
frantically to help Betty Ruth get her head unstuck.
"What the," the cop said pulling his glasses down and peering through the glass.
"Uhm, I can explain," I said, not knowing how the hell I could explain it as
being anything else but what it was.
"Yeah, right. I'm going to have to write you a ticket for.... Betty Ruth? Is
that you?"
"Sam?" she said as she finally pulled free. "Sam Goldwin? I can't believe it!"
she said excitedly.
"Oh brother," I said as she scrambled over me and leapt into his arms.
After several hot kisses, Sam grasped her by the cheeks and said, "Do you have
what I think you have on your breath?"
"Yes, Sam. Just like when we first met," she said before they kissed even
harder.
"Uhm, kchkchhchmm," I said, clearing my throat, but failing to get their
attention.
"HEY!" I said five minute later. "Can I go now?"
"I'll still have to write you a ticket," he said sternly.
"Let him go, Sam. I would have never found you if it hadn't been for him.
Besides, he didn't have any choice. You know my luck."
"All right. You can go. But next time I catch you switching lanes without
signaling first, I'll haul your ass in."
"Oh, Sam. You sound so sexy when you're all official," Betty Ruth cooed.
"Oh, Sam. You sound so sexy when you're thumb's up your ass," I said a minute
later after leaving them behind.
"Shit. He couldn't have heard me," I said seeing his bike with his lights on
behind me.
"I forgot my bag," Betty Ruth said when she ran up to my window after I pulled
over again. "Oh, and really. Thanks."
"You're welcome," I said, watching her get on his bike and wave good bye. "And
not that you need it, but... Good luck."
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Tim, the Teenage MC
By Rass Senip - Proofread by Evil Eye
Chapter XII: 10th Grade, Summer 1987
Part 10 - A Day of Fun with Holly Quinn
(mc, mf)
I'll never forget the excitement I felt driving down the country road with my
trailer hitched to my car. I kept expecting Holly and Beany to pop out of
nowhere and buzz by me, knowing I was getting close to her parents' cottage.
The wind was gently blowing, making the late afternoon sun flicker through the
leaves in a never ending sea of moving light and shadows.
And then I spotted her. That gorgeous silver creature of the air came out of
nowhere to cast its shadow over the hood of my car. I had forgotten sexy she
was. I mean Midge was my girl and wouldn't have it any other way, but Beany
was... Well, you just never forget your first.
Beany led the rest of the way, and in five minutes I was pulling up the drive of
Holly's parents' winter home. She was staying there to practice living on her
own before starting college in a few weeks, and we had it all to ourselves.
Or at least that's what I thought. As Beany's pads made contact with the little
helicopter landing area by the house, I noticed another girl come out of the
house and shield her eyes looking out towards my approaching car.
As soon as I got the car and trailer parked, I got out and met Holly on the
other side of the drive. After a really warm hug and a hot kiss, she said,
"Come on. I want you to meet my best friend Tammy."
"Hello," I said to the stunning brunette.
"Hi ya," she replied. "Holly's told me all about you. That's all she been
talking about since she called you yesterday."
"Well, I didn't tell her _everything_," Holly said with a wink. "Just the juicy
stuff. Okay, now that you two have been introduced, let's get the two girls
back together. I want to see what you've done to Midge."
Tammy came out with us, but it was very obvious she was bored to death as we
rolled Midge out. Holly and I practically disassembled her in the shade of a
giant oak that hot Tennessee evening. And by the time we had her back together
and sitting next to her sister, the light was gone. We stood there admiring
them, ignoring how our skin and clothes were covered with grease and sweat.
"It's like something out of a dream," she said in a whisper. "You don't know
how many times I've imagined having two of them parked next to each other like
this. It's... beautiful."
"Yeah. And they are two peas in a pod. If that flood light wasn't on, I don't
think we could tell the difference between them in the dark. Heh. Beany looks
like she's looking at Midge the way the floodlights reflect on her headlamps."
"And Midge is looking away like she's too stuck up or something," Holly said
boldly.
"Hey! She's not stuck up! She's just a little upset to finally meet the one
who took her place. You can't blame her from being a little jealous or mad or
something. After all, she was stuck in a crate for twelve years, then had to
have her heart replaced after I don't know how many hours of surgery, and..."
"I was only kidding," she said in my ear. "Come on. I think they're getting
sleepy. Let's go in."
"I'll scrub your back if you scrub mine," she added huskily when I didn't
immediately follow.
"What about Tammy?" I asked.
"Let her do her own back," Holly answered. "I've had to pretend I didn't notice
her moaning when she was with a guy plenty of times. You're my ticket for some
revenge."
"You're serious about having revenge on her, aren't you," I said as we stomped
up the steps to the house.
"I've been waiting nine months to do this again," she hissed. "You don't know
the temptations I've suffered through knowing only you and the guy I marry can
make me feel that way. But listening to her fuck every guy she met on the
street this whole summer... Yes, God Damn it. I want revenge. Just promise me
you won't do her too."
"Fuck. Er, I'll try, but if she throws herself at... OKAY!" I said urgently
when she grabbed me by the nuts and squeezed.
"Feels like someone didn't wear any underwear again," she said coyly, fondling
my happy sack through my shorts.
"Shit. I haven't worn underwear all summer. Hell, I went so long without
wearing anything at all, these clothes really are starting to get to me."
"Looks like Tammy has gone off to bed," Holly said while we passed through he
living room. "Come on. Let's go use my parents' shower. It's big enough for
two."
"And it just so happens it's right next to Tammy's room," I whispered as we
passed a closed door which I could feel Tammy was behind.
"Exactly," Holly said after shutting her parents' bedroom door behind us.
"Hi," I said when she turned around with the eyes of a predator.
"Shut up and fuck me," she answered, wrapping herself around my body and pushing
us to the floor.
"Uhm, what happened to I'll scrub your back, you scrub mine?" I said when we
came up for air.
"We're getting to that," she breathed before I felt her surge with lust and
returned to her oral pacification.
She was really getting me worked up, but as she started moving her lips down to
my chin and neck, she suddenly sat up and said, "Shit. You taste like engine
shit. Maybe we should take that shower now."
"Huh?!" I said before my brain switched back on. "Oh.. Heh. Yeah. Sounds good
to me."
I followed her into the bathroom, and after she got the water warming up, we
embraced each other again for a not so quick kiss.
"You know," she gasped after we broke our kiss again and pulled each other's
shirts off. "I think I like you being as tall as I am. Last year your mouth
only reached my chin. I like having your mouth where your nose used to be."
As I pressed my mouth to hers to reinforce her last statement, I slipped my
hands around her and in a single motion undid her bra strap. The moment we came
back up for air, we both shucked our shorts and shoes, then got into the shower
without any further delay.
"Allow me," I said, taking the soap from her. "There's a quicker way to make a
lather."
As my pubic hair got saturated with suds, she started running her hands up and
down her fit body trying to wash anything off she could. Of course all that
really succeeded in doing was making me hornier than I already was, and she
shrieked when she suddenly found he bar of soap lathering up her own patch of
pubic hair.
Well, one thing led to another, and before we knew it, we dropped the soap as we
pressed our lathered bodies together, then sent our tongue deep into each others
mouths. My growth surge last year had resulted in me matching her exact height,
and since our bodies were perfectly aligned with each others, it wasn't
surprising that I soon felt my cock pressing against her slit's entrance.
Holly felt it too, and I knew she was about to pull herself back and slip me
inside of her.
"I brought a box of rubbers with me this time," I said coyly between breaths.
"Fuckem. I'm on the pill and don't need to worry about that for another two
weeks. Fuck me, Tim. Fuck your slut," she said before doing it for me.
"Shit," she gasped as her very tight puss stretched to accept my dick which had
grown as much as the rest of me. "Shit, I forgot how much it hurts," she gasped
again as all of her lust was washed away by her discomfort.
I expected her to chicken out and make me pull out, but this was Holly we're
talking about. Even without her will power pushing her to take me all the way
inside her, her stubbornness would have still made her do it. And once our
lathered groins pressed against each other, she stood there grimacing until she
thought of something.
"Hey! You could at least do that thing with your hands so I have something to
distract me!" she said with venom.
"Shit, you're like a velvet glove. I've got a better idea. Er, wait. Maybe
not. Okay, I use my magic touch and.."
"What?! Tell me what you were going to say," she whimpered and yelled.
"Oh, all right. But it's addicting, so I don't think we should try it again
after this one time, okay?"
"Shit, are you into drugs or something?" she said, flinching as her insides
stretched a little further.
"No.. just this," I said, forming a two-way.
"Oh my... Oh hoo ho ho. Tim... Oh ho hoho. I think I love you again.. Shit,
if it just didn't hurt so much.."
I sighed, then realized there wasn't really any reason for me not to stop her
pain. This wasn't something everyone was supposed to go through, and I clearly
saw this wasn't anything like making someone go through the agony of my dick
stretching their asshole for the first time.
"How's that," I said after inserting the pain blocks.
"Oh.. Thanks. I wish you had done that earlier," she said in a distant voice.
"Sorry. Wow. You're really enjoying just feeling both sides of it, aren't
you."
"Uh huh," she said even more distant before moving her cunt back a little and
moaning loudly.
"Hey. Stop," I said as she started to hump. "You're not done stretching. I'll
have to unblock the pain or close the link if you can't just stand still."
She just moaned even louder and thrust herself to make me go even deeper, then
loudly protested when I forced her to dismount.
"Fuck me, you bastard. You tease, you son of a cuntless bitch."
"Fuck, Holly. I want to, but you nearly ripped a hole in your insides. How
about just we just try something else for a while. Maybe a little oral sex? Or
a butt fuck?"
"You can do my butt, but I don't do the oral thing," she said, uncommitted.
The memory of Kam's earlier performance flashed through my mind, and I suddenly
wanted nothing else but to pleasure her pussy with my mouth and tongue.
"Didn't Justin ever eat you out?" I asked, teasing her hot twat from behind
while she rinsed the soap off her body.
"He wanted to, but I never let him. Why do you guys always want to do that?
It's disgusting, and since we could fuck instead, it's just a waste of time as
far as I'm concerned. MMmmm, you're going to make me want to fuck you again if
you don't stop," she warned.
"If I remember correctly, and I always do, you didn't think that invisible
tongue I used on it last time was disgusting," I said before I used my tongue to
tease her vaginal lips.
"That's because, <gasp> I know it isn't real. God, how you do you do that.
HHMMmmmm!"
I had to pause a moment to grin, then pressed my lips up to her pussy as well as
my tongue. The gasp she made was followed by a groan as my invisible dick
filled her ass, then she unconsciously pressed her crotch against my tongue's
stimulation.
"That's so.. That's so gross.." she stammered as the pleasure continued to fight
her displeasure. "It's just so gross.. Gross.. Oh fuck that feels good. But
it's still gross.." she insisted as she sat down on the floor for me.
Cunt licking was not something I had really taken all that much time to learn
more about. I had always depended on my magic touch to give me the extra edge
when I ate a girl out, but now I was trying to do it without using that. I even
tried the few things I had noticed Kam doing, and kicked myself for not copying
his cunt licking skills into my own head. It would have been a great companion
to the twin's cock sucking skills, something which I hadn't really used.
After about ten minutes, my tongue was tuckered out, but it got a second wind
when Holly finally said, "Fuck it's so gross its fucking perverted. Suck me
Tim! Lick my cunt. Now you're my slut!"
But as she continued to demand me to suck and lick her harder, I finally gave up
doing it the old fashioned way and formed a nice long invisible one to take
over.
The moment it reached her g-spot, Holly wrapped her legs around my head and
humped my face as she came. I had learned a long time ago to try and go with
their humps when they did that, otherwise I would have a really sore neck the
next morning.
My chin brushed her rose during one of her humps, and I suddenly had the urge to
do something I had never willingly done before. But the combination of her
actions and the stimulation from thinking about doing something so dirty, I
couldn't resist passing my tongue across her rose after her legs let go of my
head.
When my tongue reported that it hadn't detected anything foul, I tried it again
as my dick went stone hard. After having done it unwillingly to Elsie, and
later was reexposed to Dana's own desire for that fetish, I guess I had been
thinking about it a little differently, and had turned it into a really dirty
fantasy of mine.
I had thoroughly cleaned Holly's ass when we were kissing and soaping each other
down. The thoroughness was due to it being within my reach and had been really
turning Holly on, not because I had planned anything of what I tried next.
Knowing I had done everything but fuck her ass with the bar of soap, I wasn't
really worried about tasting something nasty after that first lick. Holly was
completely lost from the sensations of having her pussy licked out for the first
time, and now the same tongue was licking her ass hole.
I too was lost in my sea of lust while placing my tongue flat against her rose
and working it up and down as fast as I could. Her gasps and thrusts didn't
distract me in the least, and even my extremely hard dick begging for release
didn't persuade me to move onto something else that it could play a part to.
And that's when I did it. Something I never once considered myself ever being
horny enough to do. When her rose relaxed under my tongues persuasion, I pushed
the tip of my tongue into her anal opening.
By that point, I didn't care what my taste buds reported as I repeated my probe
of her ass. And after her ass loosened up even more on the fourth probe, I
began fucking it with my tongue, quickly wearing my over worked oral muscle out
and discontinued my first reaming of someone ass.
Holly relaxed a moment, then ordered, "Fuck my ass, slut!" which I didn't
hesitate to comply to.
Her ass was a little tighter than I remembered, but I was able to enter her
without causing too much pain. And since she was still on her back, I moved
forward over her and she greeted my tongue with her own as I began to fuck.
We quickly had to stop our mouths combating for each other's tonsils to get the
proper amount of oxygen needed to continue our trip to fucking bliss.
Holly's mouth didn't rest, however. Her cusses, moans and groan drove me higher
and higher into my fuck lust. Hell, I don't even think I slowed down when I
came inside her ass the first time. Her filthy mouth was going on about how
much she wanted my seed to make my fuck rod slide in and out of her even faster,
and after coming a second time, she demanded I fuck her right.
We both screamed in passion as my bulging cock filled her tight cunt. The pain
blocks were still in place, and her arousal was close to its peak. Holly rolled
us over so I was on my back, then she took over the pilot's seat.
I was in a haze of lust as she humped me harder and faster, her mouth open while
her drool dripped out in long gooey strands. And as our orgasms started to
converge and we both started to moan at the top of our lungs, Holly
reexperienced the mind blowing orgasm she had had last year, but without any
help from me.
By the time my head cleared enough to realize the water had gone cold, my dick
had softened completely and easily fell out as I carefully moved Holly's
unconscious body off of mine.
I quickly dried us off and got her under the covers in the bed, then slipped on
my shirt and shorts and grabbed my keys, remembering I needed to grab some stuff
from the car before I went to sleep.
The sounds coming from Tammy's room told me not only had she heard everything,
but it had driven her to fuck herself with her fingers. I was tempted to offer
my services to her, but I knew Holly would never forgive me if I did.
Once I had the stuff out of the cooler and into the fridge, I grabbed my bag and
headed for the master bedroom, stopping halfway down the hall when I noticed
Tammy's door was halfway open with a blue light coming from the room.
I glanced in as I walked quickly by, and collided noisily into the door when my
hand missed the knob. After concentrating very hard just to open the door and
then close it behind me, it took all my will power to stay in that room and
climb into the bed beside Holly.
I fell asleep with difficulty, unable to get the image of Tammy's nude body
laying on the bed with her legs opened wide, faking to be asleep under the two
pulsing blue lights out of my mind.
I had a few weird dreams that night, the last one involving Tammy, Holly, and
Suzi all having fallen under the blue light's power and was begging me to lick
their asses.
Well, it was erotic and distasteful enough to wake me up. Then after taking the
effort to make my hardon go down without using any commands or my hands, Holly
awoke and gave me a kiss that immediately made it stand at attention.
"Good morning to you too," I said before moving to kiss her neck.
"Mmmm.. I can't believe we didn't even make it out of the shower last night,"
she said as I moved my body down hers a little more. "You were almost as good
as last year."
"Almost?!" I said looking up. "Shit. Don't tease me like that," I said
mirroring her grin. "I'm still a bit in awe of what I did. I had never done..
Well, you've had the honor of being the first ass this tongue ever fucked,
that's for sure. Probably the last too."
"Do you think Tammy heard us last night," she said very pleased.
"You kidding? Your neighbors probably heard us. I'm surprised they didn't call
the cops on us for disturbing the peace. And you will be happy to hear not only
did Tammy hear us, she ended up using her toothbrush traveling case on herself.
You should have seen her."
"You.. you watched her? You were in her room?" Holly said disturbed.
"No, I'm only kidding," I grinned up at her. "I did peek into her head once
when I heard her grunting, but I never entered her room, and I never saw her," I
lied.
"Good. Just keep it that way, okay?" she said, trying to not sound as serious
as she meant it.
"Tell you what. If I even as much as stare at her tits, you have my permission
to put your knee into my groin, okay? But.. I wasn't going to tell you this.."
"What?" she said trying to sit up.
I got off of her, realizing the mood had been broken and there wasn't much
chance of getting it back before breakfast.
"Well, I did see her for just a split second. I went out to get my stuff out of
the car, and when I came back she had her door open and her room was lit up with
these two glowing blue lights. Uhm, she, uhm, sorta was naked with her, uhm...
are you okay?"
"I can't believe it. She's doing it again! She swore she had learned her...
OHHH! She pisses me OFF!" she said throwing the sheets off her just as I caught
a glimpse of her nostrils flaring sexily.
She was halfway to the door before I realized she was going to confront her just
like that.
"Uhm, Holly. Don't you think you should.." I said as she flung the door and
marched out.
"Get dressed," I finished as she started yelling at her ex-best friend.
I got dressed before venturing out, and was surprised to find Tammy feeling
extremely confused and unhappy.
"Holly, something's wrong here. She doesn't remember doing it," I said after
scanning her mind.
"What do you mean, she doesn't remember. This is the exact same shit she pulled
when she stole Justin from me. It's a good thing Justin turned out to be such a
prick, otherwise I would have never forgiven her. But this... I still can't
believe it!"
"Then don't. I don't understand, Holly, but she doesn't remember doing it, and
I can't find any reason why."
"Holly..." Tammy blubbered. "I swear. I haven't even let myself think about
him. I went to bed early with my clothes on, and I didn't wake up until you
came in screaming."
"Tim, is she tell me the truth?"
I opened a two way and let her experience the physical sensations of what my
empathic senses were producing.
Holly sat down next to Tammy and hesitantly patted her friend on the thigh,
finally realizing they both were naked.
"I'm sorry, Tam. You know how I felt about what you did with Justin, and after
getting so excited about Tim coming here, I guess I thought... Wait. You said
you went to sleep with your clothes on. Then how come.."
"I DON'T KNOW!" Tammy blurted out and proceeded to fall to pieces against
Holly's shoulder.
I left the room at that point, for I had felt how my presence disturbed Tammy
with her being nude like that. I was continually scanning her mind, looking for
any trace of tampering or some kind of mental imbalance, while also puzzling
over how I hadn't detected her altered state when I had probed her while she
fucked herself with her fingers.
While I cooked breakfast, I finally gave up on my scans and just listened in on
their thoughts and conversation. It was interesting to find Tammy having
moments of arousal when ever her eyes or skin made contact with Holly's. Holly,
on the other had, wasn't aroused in the slightest, and Tammy's was so minute
that it never fully registered to her.
My own arousal did register with me, however, when the two girls gave each other
a kiss in friendship. I had to tell my little buddy to settle himself down, and
reminded him he would be plenty busy later for sure.
Once they got dressed, they came out and made a big deal about breakfast. Three
times they gave me the lecture about me being the guest and that they should be
the one's to cook as we ate together in the small but comfortable breakfast
room.
The conversation never broached the subject of what transpired earlier, and
after the dishes were done, Tammy announced it was time for her to leave for
church.
After she left, I tried to make use of our time alone, but Holly had other
ideas.
"Not now, Tim. I'm too worried about Tammy to do that. But maybe you might
like to join me on a quick Sunday morning flight?"
"Yeah... That sounds even better than sex.. Whoa. Did I just say that?"
Fifteen minutes later, Holly and I were performing a little synchronized dance
as we prepped our two girls for take off. She kept trying to get ahead of me,
knowing I was mimicking every move, but she laughed when she caught me shifting
my nonexistent bra as she did it to hers.
Before we started the engines, I opened a thought channel to her and explained
how to send her thoughts back to me. It was like our own private radio channel,
and once we had lifted off and were buzzing through the air, she got used to it.
She took me on her favorite route, teasing me half the time about how rusty I
had become. I admit I probably was a little rusty, but then this route was
something she had made up since my copying of her flying experience, and since I
wasn't going to simply take what she had learned since then without her
offering, you can't really blame me for being a little more cautious than usual.
But by the third time around, I was getting the hang of it, and managed to
almost catch up with her when suddenly without word, she just wasn't anywhere to
be seen.
I figured she was playing a game, but had a moment of fright when I located her
on the ground. But she had landed on purpose and finally sent word she found
the perfect spot to 'play'.
A minute after I landed, we fell naked onto the clearing's soft green grass
which carpeted its floor. The setting was perfect, our two machines of flight
having carried us to a remote and completely private place in which to make
love. And this time it was more sensual and tender than our fast and heavy fuck
we had the night before.
In fact, my cock never left her custom fitted passage of pleasure until after
finally working ourselves up to our separate orgasms. Then we laid there until
well past two o'clock before the August sun had finally taken its toll and we
needed to go back and have some food and drink.
I made the suggestion to fly the other's ship back, and I was startled to find
how different Beany felt compared to Midge. She didn't vibrate as much as I
remembered, but then I realized I had been comparing her to Midge before her
engine block was replaced.
I almost felt a little jealous of Holly. At first I didn't like the way Beany
reacted a little slower than Midge, but after a while I realized it made Beany
feel a lot smoother and more graceful than Midge's sensitive controls. Beany's
stick felt looser, but in that worn in kind of way instead of being worn out
like I had first felt it to be.
But when Holly started talking about how sharp Midge felt, and how she swore she
could have guided Midge around any tree trunk in the woods without colliding, I
told her of my own findings of Beany, and we both felt a little better about our
girls.
Holly got worried about Tammy when she wasn't back when we landed at the house.
After we had eaten and replenished our fluids, Holly told me a little more about
her.
Tammy was a year older than Holly, and she told me she was going to be rooming
with her at the college Tammy had attended last year. Apparently Tammy had
moved out of the dorms after a very popular Sorority accepted her just before
the Christmas break, and on Tammy's recommendation, Holly had already been
accepted before she had even been accepted to the college. I felt how excited
Holly was about going away to college, having long wished to be out from under
her step father's roof, something she still desired even though she had grown to
like him.
Holly pick the phone up on the first ring, and after she hung up, she came back
to the couch with a frown.
"What's up? I take it that was Tammy."
"I was her, but I not sure if.. She said she met up with a friend of hers from
college and was out shopping with her."
"But..." I said when she didn't say it when she felt like saying it.
"But.. I could have been imagining things.. but I can't figure out what else it
could have been.."
"What, Holly. Spit it out."
"I could have sworn I heard a woman's and man's moans in the background, and
Tammy didn't sound like herself. She was almost.. too pleasant."
Since we didn't have any way of contacting her, we eventually stopped worrying
about her, figuring if she had lied to us, it didn't necessarily mean anything.
After stewing about the house, neither of us really in the mood for another
round of passion, we finally decided we had waited long enough, and started
planning out our race course.
That quickly became a pointless venture, and instead of setting a specific
course to follow, we decided to just find a good starting point, then have a
race to get back to the house with the only rule being we couldn't go above the
tree tops.
Now we both knew it was dangerous, the first rule being not to rush when flying
in unfamiliar territory. But Midge had already proven herself to be just a tad
slower than Beany, but except in a straight line race, the difference was
unimportant.
This was a race to test our wits and dexterity, not the two machines we
controlled. Okay, so we also wanted to see if one machine could outperform the
other, but it would still end up being the skill and wit of the pilot that would
determine the outcome.
Once we had agreed on the starting line, I made sure the links I had set up to
provide us both with the others location if we lost contact were going to hold,
then closed off my access to it so I wouldn't use it to peek at her progress.
I would relay the entire race to you, but it ended up being just a lot of nerves
and close calls with trees that seemed to pop up from nowhere. I nearly crashed
three times, and once did collide with a younger tree that I swore would snap
Midge's blades off, but as it happened, the tree wasn't that hard of a wood, and
apart from the jolt of the cut and then a shudder as its treetop got flung to
somewhere in the next continent, I managed to prevent Midge's blades from touch
the trunk as I flew by it.
Holly didn't miss having a few near misses herself, but once we were within
sight of each other on her home turf, I quickly saw I had no chance and
announced I wished to forfeit.
I actually made it back to the house before she did, but only because I
immediately went above the treetops and took a less stressful route. Holly, on
the other hand, continued to make her way at ground level, just to prove she
could.
We were cooking dinner when Tammy arrived, and the moment she came in I felt
something very wrong with her.
"Holly, don't make a big deal, but she thinks we're making lunch, not dinner," I
thought to her.
"Tammy, did you get anything while you were shopping with your friend?" Holly
asked after glancing over at me with a questioning look.
"What friend? I came back straight from church. Boy, I'm glad you're fixing a
big lunch. I'm starving."
"Oh, Tammy, don't you..." Holly began before I stopped her.
"Tammy, you look tired. Why don't you sit down on the couch and rest while we
finish up."
"Yeah, I guess I am pretty tired," she said, accepting the suggestion.
"What's going on?" Holly asked me quietly. "Why did you stop me from telling
her?"
"Because it would only upset her, and from what I'm getting back from her body,
she's worn out. After we eat and she has a chance to rest, then we can tell
her, gently. And maybe I'll have found something by then."
Tammy scarfed down her food, and was laying on the couch looking very drowsy
when Holly and I finished cleaning up. I hadn't been able to find a single clue
towards uncovering her missing memories, but I suspected I knew what she had
been doing that afternoon.
"Oh.. I just can't seem to keep my eyes open," she said after yawning for the
sixth time in as many minutes. "Maybe I should go take a nap in my room."
"Tammy, do you know what time it is?" Holly said carefully.
"Huh? I guess its around.." Tammy said, never finishing her sentence from the
shock of looking at the clock.
"What's happening to me?" she said in a shaky voice.
"Calm down," I said, sitting down on the edge of the couch. "Everything will be
all right. Here," I said, digging out my coin. "Hold his. It might make you
feel better."
After finding the coin had no effect, I let her hold it anyway while I tried
using what my dad had shown me about tracing a chain of memories. Tammy was
strangely accepting of having me quietly stare at her in deep concentration.
Over and over again I played the events in her mind from the moment she left
church until she arrived here, looking for any trace of a break.
I felt her finally drop off, and while I continued to probe her memory, I sensed
her mind receding into sleep. Then suddenly, out of nowhere, I felt her come
back, but this time...
"Well, hello.." she said in a sultry voice. "About time you got interested in
me."
"Interested, is not exactly the word for it," I said, finding the personality
opening up new memories previously inaccessible.
"Tammy, are you feeling all right?" Holly said, noticing not just the change in
her voice, but her hand traveling up and down her body.
"I feel wonderful," she said, slipping her hand under her shorts. "I'd really
like to help you feel wonderful too."
"And how would you do that?" Holly said, not wanting to hear it.
"Come a little closer and I'll show you," she said as she pulled her wet finger
out of her shorts and sucked her juices off of it.
I managed to hit Tammy's off switch before Holly freaked, then continued
scanning her memories while Holly yelled and screamed.
Holly had given up at trying to get my attention and was sitting quietly waiting
when I suddenly gasped from finding a face I recognized.
Then I simply looked at Holly and said, "Go pack your bags."
"What? Why?"
"Because I need to go home as soon as possible and I'm taking both you and Tammy
with me. No buts, no questions. Just go pack your stuff and anything you think
Tammy will need and be out in my car waiting in twenty minutes."
"Tim, you're scaring me.." Holly said, looking at Tammy's peaceful face. "What
did you find?"
I looked straight into her eyes and said honestly, "Nothing I haven't seen
before. Please just trust me and don't waste any more time. We have to get her
away from here and to my dad as fast as we can. I'll explain while we're on the
road, okay?"
So after calling home and telepathically telling them what I found, I loaded
Midge up without bothering with any maintenance and managed to fit Beany in as
well. Then without any further delay, I loaded the sleeping Tammy and the half
packed extremely mad Holly up into my car.
I wasn't in danger, but I knew an opportunity when I saw one. And as it turns
out, this opportunity had more to offer me than I had ever imagined. If there
was anything that had a greater impact on my life than discovering my telepathic
powers themselves, it would be gaining the vision to see the symbols of the
human mind.
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