The Dreamer (Part 9)       by dolphininthesky

story-code: voy, MF, Mf, denial, ws, toys

    Tuesday passed with little new developments. Becky insisted on staying over at Mandy's again. Mandy sort of felt it was strange, the way she was sharing David with her best friend, Becky - and Becky's sister too! But the way she and David felt about each other hadn't changed, and that was what mattered. Having Becky around was fun - they always did things together anyway. Sharing a boyfriend - gawd, when had she started thinking of David as a boyfriend - felt weird but they were having lots of fun. Sometimes they had some 'fun' without David too - this often took place in a cramped cubicle in a secluded toilet at school.

Curious about the strange sensation of David somehow being inside her mind the night before, Becky asked Mandy if sex was supposed to be like that whilst they were at school. So Mandy had to explain to her about David's abilities (though she wasn't quite sure how David entered Becky's mind whilst still awake. She would have to ask David about that tonight when she saw him, Mandy thought.) Becky didn't quite believe Mandy at first, but Mandy said she could ask David herself when she saw him, which she did, later that night.

Knowing that Mandy had let the cat out of the bag, David explained to them about his abilities and the recent developments that even Mandy didn't know about. This happened whilst Julie was there too - she was over for dinner (again) - but she didn't believe him until he gave a demonstration by flushing their minds with lust. The three girls stained their panties with girly-cream in an instant. That proved to be enough to convince the initially skeptical girls. This also led to discussions about the little scam David and Mandy were operating involving Mr. Aristides. In fact, Mandy's first meeting with Jules Aristides was to take place on Wednesday evening - which was tomorrow! Julie and Becky had many more questions, which David tried to answer. Sometimes, he required the help of the Artifact when they asked questions about his abilities which he couldn't quite answer.

One thing led to another and Tuesday night degenerated into a sweaty romp. It was David's apartment, this time, since he had a larger bed. Large enough, in fact, for all three girls to spend the night. It was a tight squeeze, but a happy and satisfied one.

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    As David slept, he checked on the pigeons. He sampled the minds of ten pigeons as he now did every night, checking for traces of human entry and then erasing his own tracks simply by ordering the birds to fly into a creek or into an oncoming car. There had been nothing out of the ordinary so far, but tonight, he found it on the third pigeon. There was a distinct imprint of humanness in the simple bird's mind. Unless a human had been inside, it would not have been there. Neither he nor the Artifact could conclude anything else from the tell-tale signs other than this fact - they were not alone....

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    David awoke on Wednesday with a distinct feeling of unease. Somehow, knowing that there were others with mental skills out there didn't exactly give rise to any 'kindred spirit feelings'. All he really wanted was to be left alone to live quietly. A few more like Aristides and maybe we could retire to some secluded mountain, he thought.

The day passed by just like any other day. And as evening drew near, he felt slightly apprehensive. The room and dinner had been pre-booked at the Birch Manor Hotel. He had looked into Mr. Aristides' mind this morning. Aristides did not suspect a thing. He was looking forward to it very much in fact. That they didn't immediately demand payment made him trust Genie, the name David had given him, even more. He felt that they weren't trying to rip him off. He would inspect the girl, 'Elizabeth' and if he was satisfied, they said that a second meeting would be organized and the payment would be exchanged for the girl then. But he wasn't taking any chances; he usually had an entourage of six bodyguards, an ensemble of ex-Army men who had loyally guarded his family for the past ten years. Whilst he kept a low-profile and hardly anyone knew who he was, he still had some enemies in the financial world. These six would be going with him tonight. He knew they could also be trusted to keep their mouths shut about whatever they saw.

Mr. Aristides arrived at eight pm sharp. His black sedan swept up the driveway of Birch Manor and stopped at the bottom of the steps to the front door. Mr. Aristides stepped out of the car, looking very distinguished in his expensive suit and designer leather shoes. The doorman, seeing Mr. Aristides and the six gentlemen behind him wearing Venetian masks, directed them to a certain room where a small masquerade ball was being held that evening.

As the paneled oak door opened, Mr. Aristides entered a room luxuriously furnished in the style of the late nineteenth century, just as the rest of the hotel was. Large French windows along one wall of the room opened into a well kept garden. Beyond that, shimmering in the dusky twilight was a tranquil lake bordered by hills of pine.

In the room, sat a man with a simple black suit, a bushy fake beard and large spectacles that hid his eyes and upper face. The disguise was obvious, but its purpose was clear enough. In a chair opposite that man, was a young girl in a midnight-black dress. It bared her shoulders and back, revealing her lightly tanned skin; smooth and without blemish. A black velvet collar adorned with a single pearl was clasped around her neck. The front of the dress stopped just above the gentle swell of her feminine mounds, clinging to them, hinting at hidden treasures. It went down to her ankles, but a slit at the side came up to her thighs. Her silky, golden tresses were piled up elegantly on her head. A Venetian mask covering her eyes and upper face added a mysterious aura to her. Beneath the mask, her delicately formed nose, her fine cheekbones and her curved, cupid-bow lips were simply magnifique. And through the eye holes of the mask, her eyes were like two.... the most suitable expression would be two 'limpid pools' but it was such a cliched expression that Mr. Aristides felt it was not befitting on such a beauty. He resisted the impulse to ask the man in the suit where he could pay.

That man rose from his seat on seeing him and extended his hand as he greeted him jovially. They introduced each other. The man was not Genie, as he had presumed at first. He was a 'Mr. Black', who who took care of this end of things. Genie, Mr. Aristides was told, only set up the buyers with the organization. And the ravishing girl of course, was 'Elizabeth'.

Mr. Black led Mr. Aristides and Elizabeth to an adjoining room where a table laid for two stood beside a large window that looked out onto the magnificent view. As Mr. Aristides and Elizabeth sat down, Mr. Black said, "Well, I should leave you, Mr. Aristides with Elizabeth to dine in privacy whilst I lead these gentlemen to a waiting room where they may .. haha.. wait... and dine too, if it pleases them. May I remind you of course, that you are only to dine and converse with the young lady; I will be in the next room. If you need my service, just ring the bell. Otherwise, I will come again in two hours. The waiters will begin serving drinks and dinner shortly."  Excusing himself, he left with Mr. Aristides' bodyguards.

The waiting room, it turned out, was the room Mr. Black and Elizabeth had been sitting in earlier. And next to this room, was a smaller antechamber, and this was where Mr. Black locked the door and sat down to wait out the next two hours. The only door to the dining room was in the waiting room, so the six men sat down to wait. No one, including Mr. Black, could get into the dining room where Mr. Aristides and the girl was without passing them. Several waiters began bringing the drinks and food - under the close supervision of the bodyguards. Meanwhile Mr. Black sat down in his own little room and promptly fell asleep.

Boo!

Hearing David in her mind, Mandy felt a surge of confidence. As she conversed and dined with Mr. Aristides, David would prompt her now and then about what to say and how to act. At the same time, his mind constantly flitted over to Mr. Aristides to examine his thoughts and reactions as well as to inject the appropriate emotions into him - something he had been doing from the very moment Mr. Aristides laid eyes on her. Of course, then, he had to do it whilst he was awake. Now, he had the leisure of doing this asleep; his mind could easily do this for hours without tiring.

He manipulated Mr. Aristides' emotions and occasionally dropped mental suggestions to lead his train of thought in the right direction. He made sure all the right buttons were pushed - Mr. Aristides was besotted with Elizabeth. Clearly, she had the innocence and naivete of a young teenager beneath that sophisticated and alluring demeanour. She had on just a light touch of makeup that complimented her features without making her look much older than she really was. He enjoyed her company - she was bright and intelligent, their conversation was genuinely entertaining, he thought. Well, she obviously wasn't a kidnapped or drugged girl, so one of the claims Genie made were true at least. He loved the way she blushed demurely when he gave her compliments.

He'stouchingme! WhatdoIdo? What do I do? Mandy thought at David in panic when she suddenly felt a hand on her knee. The table was not very large and the two of them sat on two adjacent sides. Mr. Aristides had thought that he should try to test the next claim - that the girls were perfectly submissive to their owners.

Keep still. If his hand tries to go further, put your hands on his and push it back down to your knee, and say, 'Not tonight, Jules.'  Mr. Aristides had told her to call him Jules.

After a while, the hand crept up further. Mr. Aristides felt his bulge growing as he watched the girl blush rosily. How cute and innocent, he thought. He was almost sure she was completely inexperienced. His hand began to move up and when it reached mid-thigh, she put her hand on his and pushed it down again. Demurely, she said as she blushed heavily, "Not tonight, Jules."

He took his hand away, his heart throbbing. Not tonight. That implied that there was a night when she would not say the 'not' word. Damn that Genie! Why did it have to be two meetings? Wasn't one enough? He wanted to pay there and then and take her home with him - of course, he remembered that he didn't bring the money; they wanted cash.

The rest of the night flew past and very quickly, their time together came to an end. Mr. Black came in and with Elizabeth, said goodnight to Mr. Aristides. Before she left, she leaned over and gave Mr. Aristides a little peck on the cheek. Just that little touch sent his desire surging, he struggled with the impulse to grab her and crush her lips onto his. Thanking Mr. Aristides once again for a wonderful evening, she left with Mr. Black.

Mr. Aristides downed his glass of wine - he'd been drinking though Elizabeth only had juice. One of his men came into the room to see if he was ready to leave. He was. As he got up, the man ahem-ed, saying, "Sir, you should wipe your cheek before returning home." He looked at his reflection in the window. A little red cupid bow marked his cheek. He reluctantly wiped it off.


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    The first meeting had gone excellently. David was of course aware that Mr. Aristides would have been happy to pay there and then. He was certain that the next meeting would successfully close the deal. And they would be richer by five hundred grand.

As he drove back, he made sure that they were not followed. Reaching the fringes of the city, he spotted a takeaway that was open late. "I'm starving. Let's stop for some food," he said.

"Didn't you eat anything?" Mandy asked.

"No. I was busy prompting and protecting you, remember?" he said, pulling over to the side of the road, "If I hadn't been there steering that horny old perv's mind away from it, he'd have had his paws all over you in no time."

"You said that you can't directly control someone, you said you could only control their emotions and drop suggestions in their mind. What if Mr. Aristides had been really, really determined. How would you have stopped him? And those six muscle men he brought with him too?" she asked curiously.

"Well, I couldn't," he said and continued, "The whole point was to make sure it never came to that in the first place. If he was intent on doing us any harm, we'd never have come at all. He doesn't dare try anything funny, though - did you see the number of bodyguards he brought? - I've made sure he thinks we're some kind of international mafia or something."

They got some food and then he drove to a small car park nearby to eat - he was ravenous. He was finishing his food and chatting with Mandy when he noticed another car parked a little way off. The car park was quite dark and the only light came from some street lamps some distance away. A movement in the window of the car caught his attention.

"What are they doing?" he asked Mandy. He peered through the darkness. Mandy looked too, wondering what had caught his attention. They caught sight of some moving shadows in the backseat of the car. One of the dark figures started moving up and down.

"Oh." he said, with sudden realization. Mandy giggled as they looked at each other.

"Well," he said, "I guess, I'll finish up and we'll leave and give those guys some privacy."

As he ate, he couldn't help glancing in that direction now and then, though. It was only natural. They must have been doing it low down in the seat earlier; that's why we didn't see them, he thought. And we only saw them when they changed to this position with the woman sitting on the man as he lay on the back seat.

Suddenly, he thought he saw those familiar tendrils of energy emanating from the woman's body. It was about ten feet away, so he wasn't sure he saw correctly. Focusing with his mind, he concentrated and the little wisps of pink became clearer, even though it was still quite hard to see due to the distance. He became excited as he mentally asked the Artifact, "Is it possible to draw these energies to myself and use them?"

The Artifact paused before answering: In theory it is possible. It is no different from any other sexual energy. But .... but it is rather untraditional.

It was the first time the Artifact had seemed rather uncertain. "Well, there's no reason to follow tradition is there? I don't need to keep a harem of ten thousand and I don't need to go around hunting for virgins to deflower! We just find people who are having sex and siphon off their energies. They don't even have to know!"

The Artifact agreed with his reasoning. Still, it seemed to feel he should keep a harem of reasonable size. It would be an easier way, it argued.

"Pervert!" David heard Mandy mutter when she saw him suddenly staring intently at the couple in the other car.  He snorted back a laugh and quickly told her his idea. "Have you tried pulling the energy to you yet?" she asked, her eyes straining to see the pink tendrils he told them about. But of course, she couldn't see a thing. He then tried to manipulate the tendrils of energy to draw them towards him. But he had difficulty doing so, it seemed that the distance between them was affecting how well he could manipulate the energy with his mind. Which wasn't surprising, since he already knew that entering minds that were far away was more difficult than entering minds that were nearby - distance was definitely a factor.

"Look, I need to get nearer, okay? I'll just sneak over to that car. You stay here," he told Mandy. She giggled, "No problem, go satisfy your voyeur streak, I'll wait for you here."

Under cover of darkness, he left his car and crept closer to the other one. It was a blue Civic parked next to some bushes. He scampered behind those bushes, hoping the woman who was sitting up wouldn't see him. He was safe from the man who was probably lying under the woman on the back seat. From this distance, by the faint, yellow light of the distant street lamps, he could make out a woman in her twenties in the back of the car, her body moving up and down as she rode her lover. The details were not clear, though, because of the darkness. The pink tendrils were much easier to see and manipulate now and he began to draw them towards him. It passed through the car windows and doors as if they were not there and moved towards the bushes where he was.

He harmonized the feminine energy with his own and sent it into his Source. It worked perfectly. Here he was hiding in the bushes and watching people make love like some voyeur, he thought, when he could have three gorgeous girls anytime he liked. One of whom was waiting in the car. He laughed self-deprecatingly; he certainly didn't cut a very Imperial figure.

The Artifact nodded in emphatic agreement. Hush, you; he told it.

Suddenly the woman seemed to stop moving as she turned her head towards the bushes. He crouched down lower. She seemed to say something to the man.

Shit! She waved. He was going to make a break for it when they started moving again. The blossom of pink and blue sexual energies from the couple surged. He took a quick peek into their minds. It confirmed his suspicions; they were getting off on being watched.  Shit, he thought to himself. Well, if they really liked it that much, they'll like this even more! He took his mobile out of his pocket and held it high so that the woman could see it. She stopped and posed for the camera phone - she took care to keep her face in the shadows but she was not shy with the rest of her body. Their sexual energies went on an all time high and David just kept pulling all of it in. They quickly came one after the other and David hastily collected their energies before scuttling back to his car.

"Did you actually photograph them?!" Mandy asked as he started his car. She had seen him hold his phone up. "Oh, what friendly people," she said. He looked up to see the couple waving at them through the window as his car started moving. Mandy was waving back. "Don't wave! They'll want us to join them next!" he said as he sped away. Somehow, he felt rather embarrassed about the whole episode. It was downright weird. "And my phone doesn't even have a bloody camera," he said as he told Mandy what had transpired. She giggled, "What they don't know won't hurt them!"  If anything, it probably made them feel a whole lot better.

As they drove home, David began planning with Mandy their next meeting with Mr. Aristides, which was to take place on Saturday.


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    Over the next couple of days David and Julie got rather busy at work. Mandy and Becky too were busy with school. But their evenings were filled with fun as Julie, Mandy and Becky would get together for dinner and 'playtime' at either David's or Mandy's apartment. Mandy was rather disappointed that her parents would be back next week - they would have to start sneaking around to make sure her parents didn't know what was going on.

Playtime also meant David could work on increasing his energy store. But he needed the explosive power of virgin sexual energy to fuel his Source - it increased his strength so much more than the usual sex. Obviously, he couldn't go round deflowering every virgin in sight. And he couldn't bring himself to increase his 'harem' even though the Artifact kept urging him to do so by using his mental abilities to seduce women. He already felt guilty about Mandy, Julie and Becky. Any one of them would have been the girl of his dreams; he ought to be concentrating his affections on just one of them to make her happy. But he was bedding all three - somehow he felt like he was short-changing them, even though they told him that they were happy with the arrangement for now. Somehow, his moral scruples (whatever of it was left) nagged at him; those were something the distinctly Machiavellian Artifact did not have.

Mandy was the only one of the three still a virgin and he intended to keep that true for a little while longer. So he came up with two solutions to the energy problem. Firstly, his regular doses of energy would come from the three girls, and to increase the amounts he tapped from them, he would have to work at prolonging their arousal, letting them wait as their sexual energies flared and heightened for extended periods - he found this gave him better 'yields' than just having a quickie with them.

The second idea was to somehow locate virgins that were about to have their 'first time' and show up nearby to collect their energy. This was much more difficult, the Artifact had pointed out sceptically, since he would have to find virgins that were just about to be deflowered, make his way to them in time and tap the energy from nearby whilst making sure that his presence wasn't discovered. But he thought that it was at least worth a try, the bountiful energy boost of virgin sex would make it worth the while.

So Thursday evening found him skulking around after dark in the park that locals fondly called the 'Lover's Garden'. It was a fairly large park and was popular with lovers for the reason that it had many tall, thick bushes that encircled benches and clearings, affording them a fair amount of privacy. As darkness fell, David found that contrary to all observations, there were actually quite a lot of people still in the park - they were just all hidden in secluded corners. Lovers huddled together amongst bushes and under sheltered, leafy bowers. And voyeurs, of whom he found himself amongst tonight, stalked in the shadows of the shrubs. Using a combination of mind skimming and creeping along the undergrowth, he found himself pretty disappointed; most of the couples contented themselves with light necking and kissing. The few virgins around were holding hands chastely. And it was boring too - it was really too dark most of the time to see anything in great detail! This, he noticed, didn't seem to deter the other skulkers in the bushes.
 
He was about to give up and go home when he heard a rustling in the bushes. He was staking out a secluded bench where a couple was kissing passionately from a safe distance of thirty feet when a man stepped out from behind an elderberry bush next to him- he was clean shaven and in his forties; he looked like a regular guy - married, kids, office job, paying off the mortgage. He looked at the couple and then at David. "Not much action going on tonight, eh?" he said softly. David shook his head. "It's too dark to see anything anyway," David replied in a whisper, pretending that he was here to watch too.

"Ah, I know what you mean," the man said, wagging his head disappointedly. After standing there for a little longer, the man continued, "I'll be going. Not much fun tonight. I'll let you in on a little secret - Standard Hill is a much better place."

"Standard Hill?" David asked, "I haven't heard about many couples going there..." Standard Hill was a hilly parkland somewhere out in the suburbs. He knew the name, and not much more about it.

"But that's why it's good," the man explained, "Not many people know it. So it's really deserted and because of that, the couples there get a lot more daring." The man left after that and David decided to call it a day too. Maybe he'd try Standard hill tomorrow night.


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    The next day, Friday, he began working on the second solution too - prolonged arousal. He decided to try it on Julie because he had seen during one of his forays into her mind, that she secretly envied Becky and Mandy after seeing how he overloaded their pleasure centres until they collapsed into unconsciousness. She was very curious about this strange phenomenon; she had, in the last few days, observed how David often fucked Mandy and Becky senseless. It was puzzling because this never happened to her and as far as she knew, it rarely happened to anyone in general. The truth was actually rather simple; Mandy and Becky had normal pleasure thresholds which David easily exceeded in his combined physical, mental and emotional attacks. Julie, on the other hand had a higher than normal threshold for pleasure - which meant she could easily take extreme sensations which would leave other girls screaming. Left to herself, her search for more pleasure would probably have led her to more extreme forms of sex such as sado-masochism and the like; but meeting David had destined her life for a different path.

Julie had spent yet another night with Mandy and Becky at his place. As the two of them showered together - they had taken to showering two at a time to save time - David stood behind Julie as he massaged her soapy body. She stretched, luxuriating in the twin  sensations of the hot water running down her front and his hands on her back. He slowly worked her body, the feeling was good in both non-erotic and erotic ways.

As she relaxed, he suddenly leaned forward a little to whisper in her ear; he said that he'd make a little deal with her. He would give her the sensory overload that she craved if she would comply to just one condition - that she obey whatever he told her to do from today until Monday.  Julie shivered with nervousness when she heard his suggestion. But since this was only for 3 days, today being Friday, Julie thought that she wouldn't have much to lose if she agreed. In exchange, she would get the mind-shattering pleasure he was promising her. Smiling with satisfaction as she agreed, he told her his first command - she was not to cum without his permission. Shivering, but curious and wanting more, she nodded her head slightly - effectively giving away her right to cum, a basic human right that somehow got left out from the Universal Declaration of Human Rights .

His hands began to run over her soapy suppleness; slippery fingers rubbing circles on her erogenous zones. Her mouth parted and her breathing grew heavier as he began massaging her weeping slit, slowly working his fingers around the half-retracted bud, teasing it out with painstaking patience. He pushed her against the glass partition of the shower door, the sudden cold shocking her; her nipples hard points that tried to drill holes in the glass - if they got any harder, they would succeed. David detached the shower head from its bracket silently and brought it between her ass cheeks without warning.

"Ahhhh....." she jumped as the massaging jets of hot water invaded her anal flower. He pressed the shower head closer, the intensity of the spray steadily increasing. Then he began to move it between her legs, where the pulsating liquid torrent began to thoroughly spray every crevice, nook and cranny of her cuntal lips. "NNNNNhhhhhhh", Julie's long nails scrabbled at the glass partition as her body heaved; she began to -

"Nooooooooooo!" she groaned in despair.

David had removed the shower head. The sudden absence of stimulation made her head throb. Her hands reached down automatically but David caught them and held them pinned to the glass partition. "Not yet, Julie," he whispered, "Do you remember what you just agreed to? Did I say you can cum yet?"

She blinked in confusion, her mind blank. "Nuuhh... nno?"

"That's right, Julie. You can't cum till I say so; you agreed, remember? Do you want a simple cum now or do you want to wait and let me make you cum so hard that you faint?"

"... faint..." she murmured. What was she saying? Her clitty ached. Her cunny dripped. She needed it now.

"Good girl. Now, hold it back. Unclench. Relax. Take a deep breath."

She tried to forget about her missed orgasm; taking deep breaths; they had to finish showering and get to work, she remembered. She slowly, slowly, unclenched her pussy. Relaxing it, letting it soften and unwind. He kissed her ear, whispering soothing sweet words.

The shower head pressed between her legs. "Gnggguuuuhhhhhh!!!!!" she almost fell down, her hands scratching uselessly for a grip on the smooth, cold glass that she was pressed up against. Almost as quickly as it attacked her, it left again; leaving an empty void in her tummy. "Relax, Julie... unclench, unclench your pussy muscles for me...." he whispered hypnotically. She lost count of how many times he brought the shower spray between her legs for an instant before snatching it away. It was always unclench, relax... take deep breaths... open up for me, don't close it tightly...

He began to touch her inflamed slit - a slit no longer, her desire had opened it up like a blossom in spring. Slowly, painstakingly, his fingers outlined her labia. She trembled, trying to unclench her muscles for him. He encircled her erect nub - it stood to attention like a soldier, albeit a quivering one. She took a silent gasp of air. Standing there with her feet apart, pressed against the shower stall like someone being body searched by the police. His investigative fingers examined her cavity - pushing in, he felt her muscles tightened. He shook his head in disapproval. "Unclench. unclench. unclench" he told her. Her mind was a gooey mess, she didn't know why, or who, or what, or when - she just knew to unclench; relax; let her walls hang loose. David praised her, giving her his approval as he felt the pressure on his fingers lessen. She felt proud of herself.

As they left the shower, he patted her dry with his large, fluffy towel. "I have some little gifts for you before you get dressed," David said. She shivered but squatted obediently at his instruction. She was beginning to regret agreeing to obey him till Monday. Two sets of metallic balls were produced. The first set of metallic balls he coated with some lubricant and inserted into her anus. And the second set was inserted into her pussy. She got dressed next, wearing a plain pink shirt, a smart-looking women's business jacket and a matching skirt.

It wasn't until she started moving as they left together to catch the bus to work that the full implications of the objects in her butt and cunny became clear. She knew about Ben-Wa balls and had thought that these were just regular balls of that sort. She was badly mistaken. The first thing she realized was that the lubricant applied to the balls David had slipped up her must have been tinged with very small traces of peppermint, menthol or something of that sort. It had not been apparent at first, but the longer they stayed there, the more this prickly, tingly sensation began to spread all over both her internal passages. Her muscles tightened involuntarily as they walked along the street. The sensation of foreign objects inside her felt weird but it was not that bad. But the almost burning sensation of the peppermint irritated and tickled at the same time; her thighs, her abdomen, her inside walls, all tightening.

Unclench. He told her mentally. Shit, she thought. He would know if she disobeyed. He would know if she secretly took out the balls or secretly rubbed herself. I would, he told her in her mind. And then she wouldn't get her reward - to cum until she fainted. She was beginning to wonder if it was going to be worth it. With great effort, she forced herself to relax, to unclench. The balls were held up by her panties, so they wouldn't fall out even if she didn't hold them up with her pussy and anal muscles.

As they walked, she began to notice the strange movement of the balls inside her. The balls should move inside her according to how her muscles moved as she walked. But this was true only of the balls in her anus, whilst the ones up her pussy seemed to move with strange irregular patterns that went against the way her pussy muscles were working. This meant that the metallic objects in her pussy kept rubbing her walls the wrong way, opposing the motion of her silky flesh in a way that massaged, that teased, that drove her crazy. As she took a step, if her pussy wall moved in one direction, the ball would move in the opposite direction. She racked her brains as she walked, what had he done to the balls to make them do this?

You like it? The ones in your bottom are normal steel balls but the ones in front are magnetic, he told her. As the balls in her anus moved due to her body motion, the thin wall separating her bottom passage and cuntal passage would allow the magnetic field to cause the ones in her pussy to 'stick' to the steel balls in her anus. The result was that the balls in Julie's vagina moved in weird, unpredictable patterns that made her want to scream. She wanted to clench hard on the balls; to clench and clamp down tightly, pressing her thighs together until she came torrents - but he wouldn't let her. He shook his head, smiling with amusement at her discomfort whilst his mind told her to unclench, to relax. Kill me, kill me, kill me... she thought to herself, she was barely out of the door; there was still a whole day ahead of her. Oh God, what had she agreed to?

Things got better when they finally reached the office. Sitting in the chair and working on the computer, the movement of the balls was minimal. In fact, they gave her a pleasant buzz. The burning of the peppermint inside her had turned into a warm, pleasant sensation. She found herself rocking gently as she typed, her mind a pink haze. She could feel it building. Her pleasure. Her satisfaction. So close. She rocked, making the balls roll around, she could hear a very faint metallic clicking as they hit each other inside her body. Her fingers paused as the balls circulated about her G-spot, the letter she was typing forgotten. Sit still. She wanted to cry. Don't move. Why are you doing this to me?? You agreed, remember. Let your walls relax, don't clench the balls. She obeyed.

She tried to forget that the balls were there; tried to concentrate on her work. But their occasional movement as she shifted in her seat, the ticklish, warm and pleasant heat of the peppermint lubricant inside her - they kept drawing her attention back to the balls inside. She was antsy, irritable and restless. By mid morning, her mind could no longer concentrate on anything. All she wanted was to have some relief, to scratch, to rub, to clench. She rubbed her thighs together - oh she shouldn't have done that - it made the balls move, stimulating her deep, unseen places.

By noon, things got worse; a new problem had emerged. She needed to pee. Her bladder was full. She got up from her seat and made for the door. She thanked her lucky stars as David ignored her, looking at his computer screen. She hurried to the toilet and closed the door. She gasped with relief. Even walking to the toilet had been agony. The balls rolled around, pressing into everything; pressing into her bladder! She almost peed herself on the way.

 You have to do it with the balls inside. Don't look whilst I'm peeing! she told him indignantly.

He didn't reply. She doubted that he had left her mind. Julie took off her skirt and sat on the toilet. She tried to relax and pee, but she couldn't - with her panties down, if she relaxed her muscles, all the balls would slip out immediately since her panties weren't there to hold them up! She sat there, her muscles clenched, refusing to let go. She whined in frustration. David? David, are you here? I've got to take the balls out. I can't pee with them inside.... No reply. She tried and tried and tried - but she couldn't. For some reason, she didn't take the balls out. She returned to their room and sat down at her place unrelieved; her bladder full, the balls still clicking around as they hit each other inside her. She wanted to cry.

Julie was by nature a strong-willed girl. She was neither weak nor timid. And she was not some innocent and naive schoolgirl that you could easily manipulate. But David's combination of reward and denial had turned her into a pliable lump of clay. She couldn't think straight (or walk straight) anymore. Her bodily cravings were overloading her mind - she needed to pee, to pee hard; and she needed to cum, to cum like no tomorrow. In fact, David had used only a little mental manipulation on her the whole day - to reinforce her willingness to obey him - but he was surprised that she already wanted to do that. Strange. If he was asked to judge whether Julie was a 'dom' or a 'sub' in a relationship, he would have immediately said 'dom'. But she had unplumbed depths to her mind. The convoluted mental workings of the human mind were not so straightforward, even for a mind reader like himself.

They went out for lunch with several other colleagues. She had to force herself to smile, to laugh, to make small talk. But the insistent pressure in her crotch, in her pussy, in her sweet shapely ass and in her bursting bladder made her so, so antsy. She would rub her legs together unconsciously, trying to hold her pee in. But she would regret it immediately - the moving balls would grind into her most sensitive places; they would tickle her G-spot; rub into her bladder; and she would feel the rising tide - the urge to pee herself and orgasm at the same time. Panicking, she would relax with all her effort, unclenching, untightening - she would die if she wet herself and came in public, in that crowded little cafe they were eating lunch in. A male colleague asked if she was alright. She would smile falsely and reply that she was fine. She looked at David happily eating his foccacia; bastard! son-of-a-bitch! Her eyes shimmered as she felt tears welling up; she blinked them back.

When they got back to their room, Julie nearly collapsed when David ran his hand along the back of her thigh without warning. He caught her in his arms. She gripped his shirt, trying not to fall, her legs felt like jelly. She broke down, sobbing on his chest, "You bastard... I need to pee... pleasee.... you sonofabitch.... please let me pee......" David smiled, "You have two choices. I'll let you take out the balls and pee but that means you won't get to cum today. Or you can hold it in, and I'll let you cum so hard tonight, you'll never forget it."

Julie actually tried to hold it in for another hour before she rushed to the toilet, tugged off her skirt, squatted and pushed all the balls out onto her hands. She wanted to cry with relief as her pungent, turbid streams flooded the toilet, tinging it a dark yellow. She then slid the balls back inside and returned to her office. But the cycle only repeated itself. By the end of the day, she was back where she started -  restless, on the edge, and with an intense need to pee. The trip home was not pleasant.

When they reached David's apartment, she immediately begged to use the toilet again. David helped her get the balls out and watched as she relieved herself. She looked up at him shyly, embarrassed to perform such an intimate act in front of him. When she was done, she reached for the toilet tissues, but he stopped her; he wiped her dry instead. Leading her to his bed, they stripped each other's clothes off and collapsed in bed.

"Remember what we said this afternoon? If you get to pee, you don't get to cum today." he told her.

"But David.... pleassee.... I need it. Bad. So bad...." she looked at him, large green eyes pleading.

"Nope," he refused as he slid inside her fully; she was ready, wet, open, hungry - and had been since morning. He gave her a full, satisfied feeling, something the balls failed to do; she had been craving to be filled like this all day. But she needed more. She needed to cum.

He began moving in and out, pumping into her weeping, drizzling cunny. She groaned, it felt so good, so good, better than ever before. The anticipation that had built the whole day was being satisfied. Almost, almost.... she was almost -

He pulled out and began idly stroking her hair. Her eyes flew open. "Pleaseee.... Dave.... pleasse.... put it inside.... fuck my begging pussy..... you bastard.... please...."

He plunged it back in but didn't move; lying still on top of her. She whined. Her hips tried to buck upwards but he held her down. "Unclench, Julie....  relax your muscles and unclench...." She protested and begged and cursed him and pleaded and finally, she let her grip on his rampant hardness loosen. He began to move again, but every time she clenched his rod, he would stop after a while until she loosened up. She was sobbing now, her mind a confused, white fog, a useless bowl of mashed tapioca... she needed it so bad.... she would kill to cum... she would die just to cum.... but he didn't let her. He held her tenderly and kissed her gently... soon, he told her, but not tonight. He kept up the stimulation, sometimes with his fingers, sometimes with his mouth - she was absolutely deluged down there, a person could drown in Julie's crotch - and sometimes fucking her with his cock, but he would not let her cum. She lost count of the hours, she forgot about dinner, all she needed was her Satisfaction. The one he denied her.

They fell asleep after a long time, she was curled into his side, her dreams were wet, torrid ones and her hand kept creeping down to touch herself. But David would remove it after a while; always just before she went over the edge. Several times, she woke up in the night to find his finger toying with her; the stimulation would rise and rise and suddenly - it was gone. She would lie there waiting, waiting but his fingers wouldn't return; and she would drift off and fall asleep again. Only to wake up an hour later to feel his fingers teasing her clit. Teasing. Almost there. Denied again. The endless cycle repeating till she gave up and allowed him to toy with her body as he pleased.

Morning came. Saturday. Julie woke up wetter than she had been when she went to sleep. And hornier too. His sheets were stained with the marks of her heat. David was looking at her when she woke up. She snuggled closer. "Please... can I... cum today?"

"Do you want to?" he asked.

She opened her mouth to reply. Then closed it again. She struggled, struggled with her tears, with her words. Finally, she looked at him and said in submission, "Only if you want me to."

He smiled at her, "That's a good girl. But not today... "

They washed up and showered together again. And David inserted the balls for her. They met Mandy for breakfast. As she noticed the redhead's restlessness and edginess, she asked Julie if she was okay. Julie looked at David. He smiled and said, "Julie's not allowed to cum until I say so, so she's a bit tired and horny, but that's all."

Mandy's eyes widened but said no more. She didn't quite understand what game they were playing. Wasn't sex supposed to be about cumming? What fun was there if you didn't get to cum? Julie didn't look like she was having fun. She looked tired. And antsy. Her usual cool composure was broken.

The day passed with Julie continuing in her state of horniness and deprivation. Whenever she wanted to pee, David would tell her to wait. He would relent only when she was on the point of bursting. Rushing to the toilet and removing the balls, she almost felt orgasmic as she relieved herself. But she was worried. Was he going to refuse her her orgasm until Monday? She wasn't sure she could last till then. She kept having to fight to control her orgasm, to unclench and relax like he taught her to, yet she wanted to orgasm so badly. And he would tease her and stimulate her until she wanted to explode, but he seemed to always know just when to stop - of course he did, he could read her mind.

In fact, David knew exactly how she felt every time he entered her mind. He felt every sensation she felt as though they were his. He experienced her urgency - her urgency to cum, to pee - that urgency that seemed to increase limitlessly until she was ready to die for release. He felt her struggle internally; she wanted to cum badly, to tell David to piss off and finger herself to orgasmic bliss. But a part of her hung on, wanting to please him; trusting him - that he would make it even better than ever before if she stopped herself from cumming; she wanted to see his approval, to have him taking pleasure in her.  It was a deeper pleasure that she felt from the act of giving him control over her pleasure, it satisfied  a deep need inside of her.

David also saw the riot of sexual energy in her. He had never seen so much sexual energy blazing out from any one person before. And the longer he deprived her the more intense her energy became. He knew that it was going to be almost as intense as the energy released from virgin sex if he kept this up. But he wasn't sure how much longer he could keep it up. It wasn't just Julie who was suffering. He had vowed to himself that he wouldn't get any sexual release either, until she did - he felt that this was the only fair thing he could do for her. He had gotten so horny seeing her on the edge the whole day yesterday. And fucking her yet refusing to let himself or her cum was taking every last bit of self-control he could muster. It was a heavy responsibility - being in control of both her pleasure and his.

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When evening came, it was time for Mr. Aristides to meet Mr. Black and Elizabeth again. For him, the days since their last meeting seemed to pass slowly. Saturday finally came. But then he had to wait till evening! The hours passed like days. He pined for her. To hold her again. To make her his.

The meeting was once again at the Birch Manor Hotel. Once again, his car swept up the gravel driveway and his shiny leather shoes stepped out onto the aged stone steps as one of his men opened the car door. He was shown into a different room this time. Once again Mr. Black greeted him jovially and Elizabeth smiled at him shyly from behind her mask. She was dressed in a simple summer dress this time; simple, yet elegant and stunning. It accentuated her youthful body, her innocence; the thin, floral dress spoke of warm days in the Tuscan sun, of girlish giggles and the scent of magnolias in the air. He kissed her lightly on the cheek.

They were in a comfortable and tastefully furnished room. At the end of the room, was a door which led to an inner room. Mr. Black led him through this door, leaving his six bodyguards in the larger outer room. The room was small and bare; one table in the middle of the room and two chairs beside it. There were no other windows and doors apart from the one through which they came. "Well," Mr. Black began, "I assume that briefcase contains the money?" Mr. Aristides nodded once. Mr. Black was all smiles.

He then gave Elizabeth a motion with his hand. "So, shall we examine the virgin ?" he said to Mr. Aristides. Elizabeth hesitatingly climbed onto the table that had been set in the middle of the room. She sat in the middle of the table, her legs in front of her. Mr. Aristides couldn't take his eyes off her bared feet - she had left her sandals on the floor - he admired her little, pink toes. He resolved to get to know them very intimately before the weekend was over. Elizabeth hesitated again, her eyes darting between Mr. Aristides and Mr. Black. "Well? What are you waiting for my dear?" Mr. Black said impatiently. Blushing heavily, she hiked her summer dress up to her waist. She turned her head and looked away, not daring to look at the two men.

Mr. Aristides nearly came in his pants. The lust hit him like a six iron on the head - his head being the ball. Desire shot through him. His rampant cock made a monstrous bulge in his well-tailored pants. The sight of sweet Elizabeth sitting on the table, dress pulled up and long slender legs half-closed, half-parted was almost too much for his heart. She slowly, reluctantly pulled off her white, cotton panties and placed them on the table. Mr. Black held her thighs apart whilst she looked away, tears welling up in her eyes as she was exposed for the first time in her life to the lustful gaze of men. Mr. Aristides wanted both to hug and console her and to bone and deflower her at the same time. Mr. Black beckoned Mr. Aristides to come closer, to put his head between her thighs and examine her virginity for himself. He did so with a pounding heart and with nervous anticipation.

Mr. Black's fingers made a 'V' and rudely parted her petals, as though she were a piece of meat, a product to be bought and sold. "Observe, Mr. Aristides. You may verify it by placing your finger gently on the membrane." Mr. Black said emotionlessly. "Gently," he reminded him, "Do not damage the girl."

Mr. Aristides' finger trembled as he reached out. As he neared the pink flesh, he could feel her body heat radiating from her. He could see her virginity. Her maidenhead. The one he would take in just a few hours. He noted slight moisture on her lips. He wanted to lick it. His finger touched her hymen gently. She flinched. A tiny gasp escaped her lips. Oh, how she would gasp later tonight. She would gasp and moan and beg. And he could barely wait to remove her mask and see all of her beautiful face.

Mr. Black released her and she quickly pulled her dress down again. She was scarlet. And staring at Mr. Aristides' crotch with surprise. Jules Aristides looked down quickly, a large wet spot had spread  - he had cum without even being aware of it and without even touching himself. He grinned sheepishly at Elizabeth; he hoped he hadn't scared her.

"Very well, then," said Mr. Black as he took the briefcase from Mr. Aristides' unresisting fingers, "Why don't you wait in the outer room whilst I count and verify the payment?"

Mr. Aristides found himself being propelled towards the door. "Wait..." he started to say, his hand reaching out to catch hold of Elizabeth's arm. He didn't want to be separated from Elizabeth. He wanted to be next to her all the time.

She looked at him shyly and said, "I'll see you soon. Once Mr. Black finishes counting the money..."

Mr. Aristides felt something soft pressed into his hand. He looked down and his eyes grew big; he did not protest as Mr. Black pushed him out of the room and closed the door. He didn't want Elizabeth out of his sight for a moment. But it wasn't as though Mr. Black and Elizabeth could leave the inner room without passing the outer room. He settled down in a comfortable armchair to wait. His six men looked at him questioningly but he waved them away, he wanted some privacy as he thought about Elizabeth. They retreated from the outer room and into the hallway outside where they found some chairs to sit in whilst they waited.

Mr. Aristides was looked at the pair of cotton panties in his hands after his men left. They were still warm from her body heat. He pressed them urgently to his nose, her faint scent lingered. He grew painfully hard again but he resisted the urge to touch himself - Mr. Black and Elizabeth may come out any moment.

The minutes ticked by. It was a warm, balmy, summer night; a gentle breeze blew in through one of the half-open windows. He wished Mr. Black would hurry up. He couldn't wait to take Elizabeth back home. To have her sit in his lap as he reached beneath her clothes to molest her tender, young body; listening to her inexperienced gasps as strange new feelings assailed her innocent senses. He would unwrap her like a present. He would kiss her on her budding breasts, tweaking her nipples. He imagined her amazement and anxiety as his monstrous nine-incher slid into view.... He imagined the hours he would spent tenderly loving her virgin cunny with his manhood....

Mr. Black sat down on a chair in the inner room immediately after Mr. Aristides had left with instructions for Elizabeth to wait quietly. Not even bothering to open the briefcase because he already knew it contained the right amount, he closed his eyes and seemed to doze off. After what seemed like ages, he suddenly sprang up from the chair - it had taken a great deal of effort but he had finally done it! Taking the briefcase in one hand and Elizabeth's hand in the other whilst motioning for her to be very quiet, he opened the door to the outer room noiselessly. He peered out for a moment, then leading Elizabeth out, they crossed the outer room, passing by the sleeping form of Mr. Aristides who was having the hottest wet dream he'd ever had. He had been the most difficult to coax to sleep because of his impatience to be with Elizabeth - but somehow, that infatuation had been turned against him and the seductive dream had lulled him into its sweet arms. They opened the door to the hallway outside. The six men slept in various chairs; waiting for the boss was always boring; and they had fallen asleep with only a little extra help. Mr. Black and Elizabeth left through the main doors and were speeding away from the hotel minutes later.

Mr. Aristides woke up with a start. He looked around in surprise. He jumped to his feet, ran across the room and flung open the door to the inner chamber. Completely empty. He looked at his watch - it was too late, they would be miles away by now. He crossed the room and looked out into the hallway - his six men were snoring away. He stumbled back to the armchair and collapsed inside, not understanding, not comprehending; what had happened? Something white on the floor caught his eye - the cotton panties had fallen to the floor from his sleeping hands. He picked it up and pressed it to his nose. After a while, he pushed it into his pockets, woke his surprised men and left the hotel, dejected.
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"Your acting was excellent," David praised Elizabeth. "That wasn't acting, you idiot. I've... I've never been seen by a man like that, or touched...." she said, "except by you..."

"I know sweetheart. And I overloaded the poor man with so much lust he came on the spot. Almost feel sorry for him though - you know, he really, really wanted you." David said. They were almost home already.

"Hmph. No way I'm going to let him get his paws on me. I don't like older men. Are you sure, he won't be able to find us?"

"Well, I'll know if he tries. I'll be keeping an eye on his mind. I'm older than you, don't you like me? Huh?... Mandy? Mandy?"

He glanced at the passenger seat. Mandy had the briefcase open and was staring at the stacks of hundreds and fifties inside. He hadn't seen so much cash in his life either. You saw millions of dollars all the time, but they were assets or numbers - the house, the plane, the numbers on the financial report; but few people ever saw stacks of cold hard cash in real life.

They picked up Julie and Becky at the apartment and celebrated their first success together with a nice dinner. And they then adjourned to the apartment where they engaged in another one of their foursome orgies. Mandy and Becky were soon worn out and dozing quietly, but Julie was still whimpering with need. She huddled in David's arms, quivering as she tried to control the spasms in her crotch. Mandy and Becky knew Julie was not allowed to cum and they wondered how she could withstand the immense pressure to give to her climax. They weren't quite sure what game those two were playing though - but they thought the sight of Julie on the verge was sooo sexy. Naughty Becky even teased her sister with her playful fingers and tongue several times; she almost made Julie climax but David stopped her just in time.

At first, Julie didn't notice, but after a while she realized that David was never once soft the entire night. Neither was there any of the tell-tale white fluid leaking from Becky's pussy and Mandy's used hole. "You didn't either?" she asked softly. He shook his head, "Not since you last came. I'm waiting for you."

She looked at him with an inscrutable expression. Suddenly she hugged him hard, squashing her face into his neck. "Tomorrow..." he promised her, stroking her flaming red hair until they both fell asleep.