Title: Kane Water II: One Month Ago
Author: bobwhite
Summary: A prequel of sorts, this story tells of what happened about
a month or so before the first chapter of Kane Water.
Keywords: FF MF+ mc

Kane Water II: One Month Ago
by Bobwhite

                          * * * * * * * * * *

There's only so much fun a woman can have in a small town. Only so
many people are available to you at any given time, and if given
enough time, you've made everyone interesting available to you... in
one way or another. It was time I moved on; I had gotten my Master's
in biochemistry--the graduation ceremony was yesterday--and, more
important than any of that, I had gotten the third piece to the
puzzle that I'd been working on for longer than I care to admit.

I still remember when I found the first protein, named Libido, and
its antidote, which I cleverly called Antidote. I know, corny names,
but those two chemicals were the first two parts of a triumvirate of
compounds that would let me easily enslave anyone I desired. Libido
worked well to increase arousal, especially in women. However, its
effect, while strong, was slow. I needed to get some kind of catalyst
in the mix, because my headaches were beginning to bother me.

I mean, having three women and two men as sexual thralls was a lot
of fun, but the power it took my mind to reshape their minds--even
with the eye contact easing things--was beginning to take its toll.
I've known about my power to take hold of somebody's mind since I was
in high school, but it takes so much concentration to create a
devoted slave for any purpose--sexual or not--that it was becoming
more trouble than it was worth.

Well, maybe not.

The idea for looking for proteins that would somehow make it easier
for me to control someone came to me because of a peeping tom.
Earlier that day, I'd been in Human Sexuality class (a piss-poor
excuse for a non-lab science) when the discussion began to focus on
taboos in modern sexuality--namely, anal sex. Knowing that I could
try anything I desired, I dialed up Jen and Tom, two of my favorite
toys, and told them that I'd be joining them for dinner. They seemed
excited.

Jen and Tom were (and still are, unless things have changed) a
married couple living in the university apartments. She's very
pretty, with short, black hair and a medium-size build. Not too
skinny, mind you; she has perky breasts that slightly more than fill
the hand. She waxes all of the hair from her lower body these days,
too. Her husband, Tom, was sort of a bonus. Normally, I only use guys
as dildos; but he has certain... oral talents... that make him the
kind of guy I could enjoy having around permanently.

After I got there I went straight to their bedroom. They were there,
naked and waiting for me. Once Jen had disrobed me and let my black
hair down so it cascaded to the middle of my back, they both began to
kiss my feet. Taking a seat on their bed was the only thing I had to
do to start the festivities. I spread my thighs and laid back,
feeling Tom's familiar tongue begin to work its magic in my dripping
snatch. Jen came around the bed and sat on my face, facing towards
her husband, staring at the cock she so desperately wanted. See, Jen
and Tom couldn't fuck unless I gave them express permission to do so,
even if I wasn't there. I kept them both horny a lot, which meant
there was a lot of begging over the phone involved.

After a healthy bout of pussy licking from Tom (I was enjoying Jen's
flavor myself), I decided to experiment. Tom was on his back, facing
my pussy, which was quickly descending towards his eager mouth. I
decided to give Jen some compensation for the use of her husband and
her own body--after all, she was never allowed to have Tom eat her--so
I simply said, "Fuck him. You have my permission."

"Thank you, Mistress," she cooed, and crawled over to her husband's
hard prick. Thanks to me, he'd be hard for quite some time. She
mounted him, facing my ass. I was presently leaning forward, past
Tom's head, because he had me in such a state that I couldn't sit up!

"Jen, I want you to lick my ass. When I tell you to, I want you to
penetrate it with your finger," I ordered. And, before I could
register what was going on I felt the thrill of my first rim job. Her
tongue teased my by sliding over, under, and around it. And,
sometimes her naughty tongue would wander down to where her husband
was working and they would get into a brief tongue battle. I'd have
to punish her for that later.

"Jen, finger my asshole" I moaned, almost lost in a haze of arousal.
She started by rubbing the tip of her finger--or was it the pad of
her thumb?--over my rosebud, pressing in slightly. It was delicious;
my hips took on a life of their own and danced about so much even the
masterful Tom was having trouble keeping contact with my pussy. Then
the finger, wet with spit, slid in. It hurt a bit at first, but the
sensation when it pulled out made me slide back towards her hand--it
changed to pleasure that fast. The thrust of that finger in and out
of my ass started to really make me lose control, and I made Jen use
another finger.

"Unnnnngh, oooooooh, don't stooooop," I trailed off. Tom had brought
me to an orgasm right when the second finger invaded me. I decided
then and there that I'd use the lube that I'd bought on the way.
Making them both stop, I stood up--or tried to, my knees weren't
cooperating much--and wobbled over to my purse. Pulling out a bottle
of lube, I spread it on Tom's cock, which was still rock hard because
he hadn't been allowed to orgasm--neither had Jen, of course; that's
only fair. I had Jen take my place on the bed, and this time I sat on
her face. She started eating me almost immediately--she's not as
good as Tom, but hey, few people are.

"Tom, I want you to slowly put your cock in my ass while your wife
eats my pussss... mmmmm, unnnnnngh... yeah, that's it, slowly..." He
hadn't waited for me to finish; he just started to slowly--tenderly,
almost--fuck my asshole. As he started to pick up some speed and a
rhythm, I decided that, while fun, this was a special-occasion kind
of thing. Just then, something fell in the closet--and I noticed,
for the first time, that they had the louvered doors on their closet
that anyone could see through.

Tom and Jen were oblivious to the commotion; they were well-trained
to worry about my pleasure before anything else. Making a supreme
effort, I stared into the closet, and waited... and then, amidst all
of the sensations coming from my well-pounded ass and well-treated
pussy, I sensed the hooks of my mind snag another. I was about to
tell my lovers to stop so I could concentrate--I had to tell this
guy to show himself and then start to work on his mind. Boy, I was in
for a headache tonight...

But, before I even could tell Tom to stop reaming me, he came out
and introduced himself. He was a neighbor, Trent, who had been
peeping on the couple (and me!) for weeks through an eyehole in his
bedroom that shared a wall with this one. He had videotapes from
hidden cameras he had installed when he got a copy of the key. It was
when I understood how he came by that key--and most of the rest of
his life story--that I realized I was in complete control of his
mind, and I was exerting little effort. Racking my brain as much as
one can while being fucked from both ends (Jen had started using
three fingers to double-penetrate me), I wondered why I was having
such an easy time with this one's mind. And that's when it hit.

Well, two things hit, at the same time. A shattering orgasm racked
my body, and an epiphany splashed into my brain. His mind was
distracted by a primal urge that was overriding his normal psychic
defenses--defenses most people don't realize they have. And that
urge was arousal.

Apparently, I was in his head deep, because his pants were wet in
the front. He'd come too. In a few seconds, I had completely changed
his peeping-tom personality to one of respect towards women and
privacy. And, there was no headache. Right as I drifted to sleep as
Tom and Jen made love next to me (I decided they did such a good job,
I'd let them celebrate--Tom would even get to cum in his wife's
pussy for the first time since I'd been on the scene.), I realized
that if I could create a high level of arousal in a person, I could
enthrall them much more efficiently.

With that, I drifted to sleep. And, two weeks prior to graduation, I
had the third protein: Magnifier.

After moving to my current home city (which is much larger than the
shithole I grew up in), I started to formulate a plan. I had
abandoned my love slaves after graduation--well, not abandoned;
they'd be available to me if I wanted them. But, they were now free
to pursue other partners. In any event, I wasn't getting the instant
gratification I was used to having access to, and I needed to do
something about it.

The proteins I had discovered were very adaptive and robust. I used
Antidote so my early experiments with local men and women wouldn't
end up with me in a masturbating heap. (That's how my very first
experiment with it ended.). Libido I put in a cheap bottle of
perfume--a perfume that now turned heads at every job interview I
went to.  But, I needed a good way to test my Magnifier compound.
It dissolved easily in water, so I decided I'd have to resort to
some kind of drink-tampering. When I was pondering how to accomplish
that, my doorbell rang.

A sweaty man was standing at my door--sweaty, but fairly well-
built. I don't say it too often about men, but he just kind of struck
me a certain way. I felt my panties moisten--but not because of
arousal. He worked for the water company, and according to his name
badge, he was a supervisor named Joe.

I invited him in and asked him if he wanted some water. Rolling his
eyes a bit, he said, "Yeah, water's fine. After all, gotta support
the product, ya know." His voice dripped with a dry sense of humor
that I found oddly sexy. While in the kitchen, I put several grains
of the concentrated Magnifier in his water, and splashed my tits,
armpits, body, and neck with my cheap Libido perfume. It was now or
never.

He drank the water, making small talk that I didn't care to listen
to. On the pretense of reaching for something on the table behind his
seat on the couch, I leaned over him, exposing my armpit and slightly
teasing him with my barely-open robe. The scent hit him, and
immediately, I felt my mental hooks dig in deeper and deeper. And,
the control was very different than without the chemicals; he wasn't
in a trance-like state, staring into the infinity of my brown eyes
while I instructed him of new thoughts. It was almost like
controlling my own body and mind; it was almost like second-nature.

He was married to an average-looking woman who he loved very much.
But, the most interesting thing was that he liked to tinker with
things. He could weld and was, before his current job, a plumber. My
mind suggested my chemical-delivery dilemma to his subconscious, and
he instantly came up with a whole plan that would allow me to enslave
nearly anyone. I would need to get a job at the water company,
though. Somehow, I didn't see that as a problem.

Joe's delivery system was complete in two weeks, just in time to
gather my first permanent slave. Her name was Gwen and she was short,
athletic, blonde, and built for high-energy sex. Of course, using my
normal talents, I was able to slowly change her from hetero to
homosexual. And, she learned quickly how to eat pussy, although she
wouldn't remember those sessions until I officially made her mine...
and that was going to have to wait for now. It'd take a month or so
to do it without arousing suspicion.

As a reward, I decided to give Joe a little reward for his efforts.
After all, he was about to make my dreams come true--I'd have a true
harem of love slaves without getting the headaches I usually
experienced during the enslavement process. So, when Joe came home
one day, I was there, sitting naked on the couch.

Between my legs was his wife Beth, who was eagerly lapping at my
pussy. She wasn't what I'd normally pick up as a slave; she had some
fat around her midsection that made a little bit of a pot belly. Her
thighs and ass were alto thicker than I'm used to, but her breasts
were not saggy--they were twin bags of fun that were just a bit too
big for her C cup bra. All I had to do was force her into a desire so
intense that her faithfulness to her husband Joe was a distant memory
and--poof!--she was my pussy slave.

He didn't know what to think. He was never aware of my control over
him, but he found this scene hot. My scent--the cheapo perfume--had
been sprinkled into their ventilation system, and I had spiked Beth's
drink; she never had a chance. And, even without the perfume and its
compliment, neither Joe nor any other heterosexual man could have
restrained himself when presented with this scene. His wife was,
currently, totally mine, and I could do anything with her I desired.
Her mind was my mind. But, this visit wasn't to enslave the wife of a
man to whom I was indebted. It was payday for Joe. At a very slight
mental nudge, he began to strip.

Now I saw why Beth had such a big smile on her face when I first
came inside her house today. The sight of his 9" dick struck me in a
way I'm sure it struck Beth when she first saw it. It was stunningly
large and thick. I decided I had to say something to break the ice,
so I made his wife cup my tits and pinch my nipples, and I told him,
"You'd better put that to some good use."

With that said, Beth moved away from me, allowing Joe's cock access
to my steaming hot snatch. Gently at first and then more forcefully,
he made his way into me. It was the first time I'd really let a man
fuck me since Tom did my asshole--like I said, men make better
dildos than lovers, if you ask me. I don't know if it was his size,
speed, or rhythm, but Joe's efforts were making me question my
position on the usefulness of men during sex.

Beth stood up on the couch and swung her leg over her husband's bent-
over form as he pounded my slit with a ferocity that made me start
moaning progressively louder. Then, she lowered her pussy towards my
mouth. She didn't shave there, but it was trimmed well, and she was
so aroused I could almost taste her before my mouth reached her wet
spot. The bottom of her belly hung down slightly from her waste--you'd
never notice it if she was lying down--but it didn't bother
me. Having fucked so many skinny girls, it was an interesting
experience having sex with the average woman next door.

Having a bit of inspiration when I felt the tip of Joe's dick begin
to throb in anticipation of ejaculation, I had him lean forward and
rim his wife for the first time ever. She screamed and leaned forward
a bit, almost knocking the couch over. I felt, inside his brain, that
release was imminent. I was close too, so I timed our climaxes
carefully.

First, I started to cum, soaking the couch. Joe pulled out and,
without touching his dick, started spewing cum all over my chest.
Right when he started doing that, he had snuck a finger inside his
wife's backside. Screaming with the best orgasm of her life, she fell
off the couch. Dutifully, she came over and licked up all of the cum
from my chest. She followed that with a tongue bath on her husband's
cock. I went and took a shower.

When I came out, his wife was passed out with sexual exhaustion. I'd
kept her artificially on the verge of orgasm for an hour before he
came home; after all, I wasn't going to go down on her until he was
watching. He looked up at me with a twinge of guilt on his face--he
was worried about how his wife would react. They'd wanted to try a
threesome, but under the understanding that he would only fuck her.
All these days working alongside Joe had made me realize how selfish
that idea was of Beth, so as a gift for Joe's assistance in making
the delivery device (and the perfect cover under which to install
it), I decided to make a few changes.

I left without a word. It would take Joe a few days to realize the
changes I'd made. First of all, his wife was now totally subservient
to him, in every way. And, she loved it. Every perverted sexual act
he wanted to try--and he had a good imagination--was now going to
go off without a hitch. The most important thing to her was his
pleasure.

"You're welcome, Joe," I said when I got outside. I didn't usually
allow any of my slaves the kind of benefits Joe would experience, but
he deserved a reward.

                          * * * * * * * * * *

(c) 2004, bobwhite.  All rights reserved.  All wrongs also reserved.