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I did not write this story, and I don't know who did.
I've tried to fix the paragraphing a bit, but I might
have overdone it a bit. (Though it *IS* a lot better
to read when the paragraphs aren't 500+ lines each.)
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Subject: the_book part5
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_Illiteracy Subdued_ (The_Book_pt5)
The book was in the box stored down the basement.
Bob dug it up again from amongst the books stored by the
furnace. The basement was only visited occasionally, and none
of the boxes had been disturbed since he last took it out.
His increase in sensitivity caused an interesting problem.
He was reclining, enjoying a few moments of quiet when he
realized he could sense another presence. No, it wasn't Betty,
who was displaying her assets for him, and Randi was out
shopping.
The probe he searched the house and neighborhood with turned up
nothing. There was still a nagging sense, a feeling, some
little tickle at the back of his mind.
A roiling feeling stuck with him. After walking from the top of
the house to the bottom, he was drawn, almost pulled to the
book. There was a throbbing mental attraction he could not seem
to ignore.
The book was its' same small size. The pages, cover to cover,
filled with the symbology Bob now understood almost perfectly,
possibly better than the original author. It remained as he
remembered it.
Climbing the stairs, Bob fingered the book's folded clothe
cover. A brief few steps had him back in the living room.
There, book in hand, he dropped into his chair and turned on a
reading light.
Running his fingers along the pages as if it were braille. He
was able to spot some slight errors in the delicately written
script. And still no sign of why he had to collect it from
concealment.
Holding each individual page to the light, he looked for
watermarks. Some hint of the origin, any clue to the cause of
his odd discomfort would help. None of the pages yielded any
new information.
Flipping through the pages proved nothing, but then... His
fingernail, even cut short as it was, traced the seams of the
clothe and paper binding on the rear cover. A crackle of
ancient dried glue popped the edges, much to his surprise. The
binding held tight for the other seams.
He peeled back the loose seam, separating the paper as best he
could. A cardboard stiffener slid free with difficulty. Along
with it dropped a sheet of paper, and a thin red coin.
The coin, made of some bizarre plastic or gem stone, bore a
face on one side with a triangle superimposed, while on the
back was a sharp bolt of lightning. It was wafer thin, and
still thick enough for the relief work on either side. He slid
the coin into his pocket.
The paper contained more symbols. New ones, he couldn't
immediately place. He finally set the sheet aside, resolving
that like the other symbols, these too would become clear to
him with time.
The coin continued to draw his attention. Once again, he pulled
it out and stared at it. For a time he seemed to duel pulling
urges from the coin, and realized he was watching symbols
within the coin itself.
The idea the coin produced symbols like a person stunned him.
Slowly he built a shield over the coin, like the one he used to
hide his own mind. He was able to draw power from the device
itself to run the shield. The draw he'd felt was gone.
He wrapped the coin in paper, placed it within an envelope and
locked it away in the documents fire safe he owned. The
mysteries of the book and mind control drew his curiosity, but
he wanted to control the time he devoted to each element of
this art.
Peace at last settled over Bob. He devoted some time to Betty.
====
None of Bob's women were around. He had carefully avoided
interfering with the professional lives of his bevy of women.
Their income was adding to the household wealth, and allowed
him to send them out to buy new sexy outfits from time to time.
Besides, transferring their property to his name might attract
the wrong kind of attention. They both had separate meetings
tonight, hobby interests or such keeping them away. He had
intended to have some quiet time for reading, just to practice
some other entertainment, but changed his mind.
He'd called Kim, er Bambi, and expected her at any moment. He
hadn't seen her for two weeks. That was the day she'd
introduced herself and explained her experience with the
Institute.
He hadn't tracked down the other telepath, the one he'd save
from the telepath radar team the Institute operated. Sooner or
later he'd find the woman behind the mind trace. Meanwhile he
intended to explore the threat a little more.
Lightning flashed, and after silently counting to five, he
heard the collision of thunder. A deep crash, bringing about a
strong feeling of peace in Bob. He allowed the drumming sound
of the pummelling rain to drone through his ears, a lure to
sleep if he'd ever heard one.
The doorbell rang over the symphony of the storm. He stood to
answer it. His habit had become to sense the visitor on the
other side, and there was one person, Kim.
He could tell it was her, her poorly shielded mind leaked light
streams of thought, probing her surroundings.
Opening the door, he was immediately rewarded with a view of
the tall, slender, overly busty woman. She was dressed more
stylishly this time, not in the business outfit she had on last
time. Her skirt was a side button down affair, and ended at her
knees. Her boots rose up her calf half way to her knees. The
red rain jacket she wore concealed a lot, but failed to
disguise the size of her wondrous chest. And her hair had grown
back in a little more, seeming somewhat like a thick monk's
cut, than any particular salon style. Her head was framed
nicely before a large umbrella she carried.
Bob motioned her in.
As she passed him, she slipped her expression into a lecherous
grin. "Sluts out for the night?" she said peering around.
She seemed to know he was a little embarrassed to have someone
know about the use he put his toys to. It seemed a little odd,
considering she used men the way he was using the
telepathically mute women. Of course, her case might be a
direct result of programming she'd received at the hands of her
original telepathic master. Yet, he still turned somewhat pink
at her implied disapproval.
"They have duties."
She sat in one of the lounge chairs he had in the living room.
He went to the kitchen, filled a couple mugs with caf, and
returned. She was courteous as she accepted it, her 'thank
you' polite after her catty remark at the door.
He took a chair opposite her, admiring the round curves she
couldn't help display, having removed the concealing coat. The
blouse she wore only strained the view, no buttons visible at
its limits, allowing the tiny hint of flesh. He could however,
make out the barest outline of bra.
"You know, the strain of hiding wouldn't be so bad if you
didn't emit so much noise."
She retrieved calm, after a brief look of fear. "So you've
gotten much more control than I have."
"Why did you seek me out in the first place," he inquired.
"So you could help me hide better."
"I don't believe you. You thought I was inexperienced. Unable
to protect myself. Surprise, you were wrong, fess up."
"I figured to get control of you, and use you as a shield if
they found me again."
"And when that didn't work?"
"I figured something would break for me." She lashed out a
testing probe again, trying to grip on something in his mind.
It resembled a boa constrictor trying to get a good grip on a
basketball. His phony personality, displayed above shielding
he'd developed to protect him from the onslaught of normals,
completely mystified her. "How the fuck do you do that?" she
asked.
"It seemed likely to me the Institute guys wouldn't be looking
for a normal set of thought processes, so I simulate them."
"I tried copying your pretend self, I haven't managed."
"How do you keep out the voices, all the other minds?" he asked.
She just stared at him, as though he were nuts.
"What other minds?"
"All the noise the people not like us make."
"I don't hear any such noise."
"Oh."
Disturbed, and curious, he wondered if she was naturally immune
to the problem. He stared at the wall for a time. She was
reluctant to break into his musing. She broke the silence first
though.
"Listen, I need a good fuck," she said. "I tried to capture one
of the night watchmen the other night, but there's no safe
hideaway in the store I hide in."
Stunned at the straight forward request, he found himself
grinning.
====
They adjourned to the bedroom. Shedding only their shoes,
they lay across the bed together. He felt kind of like a
teenager. He hadn't done pretty much straight sexual
exploration since the night with Mary. And that was a power
trip for him. He liked having the control over her a little
bit of bribery had gained.
This was completely out of his control. He almost couldn't
remember what it was like to bed someone without using his
talent at least a little.
He started by trying to caress her hair. It was still too
short for him to actually grasp a handful. He rubbed her bumpy
scalp, feeling for the base of the hair follicals. The silky
touch of her hair was sweet. She left her eyes wide open,
watching his face to gauge his behavior. She couldn't read his
mind, as she could most men.
Being in bed with her was a sensual experience at arms length.
He began forefinger touches in completely different places. He
touched her elbow, he touched her shoulder, he gently reached
out at her belly button, but just hovered the finger above her
taut tummy.
She joined in. Her palms traced the air, about a quarter inch
from his skin or clothes. She kissed into space, no more than
a breath away from his lips. He watched her pink tongue lick
above his arm, the humidity of her breath raising goose
pimples along his skin.
The magic of shadow dancing was upon them. For almost an hour
they flowed around each other's body parts. He could see the
nipples of her breasts pop to erection as his hand passed
above without making physical contact. She could see his cock
straining for freedom, each time she waved her hand close to
his crotch.
Eventually, as it always does with the shadow dance, the
stress of keeping the gap between one body and another leads
to loss of control. The invisible barrier gave way to feather
light touches.
His hand accidentally brushed the underside of her chin. She
moaned lightly, excited contact had occurred. Her finger
slipped and traced a short 3-4 inch line along his shoulder
blade. His tongue licked the backside of her earlobe.
Finally, they had pulled together, enraptured by the undaunted
effort to build up to their lust. Her mouth no longer avoiding
the touch of his lips, they dueled with their tongues. He
could feel the smooth lushness of her hard white teeth. She
could suck in the flesh of his upper lip.
His hands wandered to the expansive chest she virtually thrust
at him. They were very soft, not as firm as he had grown
accustomed to. He felt the nipples hardening again as he
touched them this time. Those nipples were large enough to
require his palm to cover them completely. Her moaning to his
touch was low and guttural.
Her hand, by now, was rubbing his cock through the fabric of
his jeans. Every now and then she would strive to squeeze the
tip. His lust rose with each grasping hold she gained. The
heat in the room was beginning to drive them from their
clothes.
Bob realized the blouse she wore unbuttoned in the back. He
began to take the buttons apart from the respective button
holes. Imagination took over, he found it odd that in order to
thread her, he had to unthread her clothing.
She wriggled in his arms as he worked the blouse off her. The
brassiere she wore barely covered her tits, so it took very
little effort to get them free of their bindings. Once free,
they were like a sea of warm soft flesh. He sank between them,
sliding from one to the other nipple, trying to suck them
sharply to erection.
She let out a few light moans, nothing dramatic. Her nipples
responded somewhat to his lighter suction, so he began to
attack them vigorously, with more force, more violence. She
began moaning more sincerely.
Her short hair had no bounce to it as her head bobbed from
side to side. Her ears showed, flushed red from exertion.
He eased back and sat up. She paused in her reactions, sweat
had built a thin glossy cover over her skin. She began yanking
the buttons through his shirt holes. Her hands would clench and
grip at either side of the button slit and pull. Most of the
buttons remained on the shirt when she finished, oddly enough.
Raking short, but sharp nails across his chest, she gave him
goose bumps. She begin sucking and nibbling at his nipples.
They hardened mildly as the pink red tongue made rough work of
them.
She traced spirals on his chest and stomach with her tongue,
and as she did, her enormous mammaries rolled against him. The
pillow softness undulated with motion every time she shifted.
The palm sized nipples fading in and out of erection as he
tried to snatch at them, causing momentary surges of
stimulation.
He slipped his hands around the large boobs, trying to actually
grasp without snatching love handle fistfulls of flesh. But she
responded more to the clenched pinches than the teasing
caresses.
Finally he traced down her side, feeling the ribs bumping
against his fingers. His hand reached the buttons on the side
of her skirt, and slipped them from their moorings. It came
loose, to be pushed aside by her feet after, leaving a fine
display; her girlish little bottom.
He immediately peeled away her panties, leaving her naked at
his side.
A black curly covering of fine hair was framed between her
legs. It seemed damp, but he could be mistaken. Handling her
crack proved he was right. She jumped a bit, being touched, but
settled in promptly to having the little knob of flesh at the
top of her slit rubbed.
By now she was prying him free from his pants. As the pants and
underwear pulled away, his dick popped to attention, and then
they both were naked. He embraced her full length, intertwining
his legs and hers. The pillowy 'bazooms', as Harry had
described them, rolling with waves every time either Bob or Kim
moved.
They returned to necking, his cock sliding between her legs,
but not in her cunt. His hands forcefully rubbed her back,
exploring the cheeks of her ass at times. Her hands combing
through his hair, pulling his neck closer, reaching down to cup
his balls at times.
Sounds came from the door, he quickly sensed it was Randi. He
knew she'd heard the sounds, but simply watched excitedly from
the door.
He rolled Kim to her back, lifting her legs at the knees up.
Spreading them apart, he began to enter her certainly wet
opening. She was loose, he felt. There was plenty of room in
her cunt for his cock and more. But it squeezed down on him,
just the same.
Kim began to shudder. An orgasm came to her in clenching little
fits. She moaned a bit and he pumped at her cunt in a workman
like way. He was enjoying the sensualistic activities, but no
real deep heat had
come yet.
Suddenly she lurched out a mind probe at him. Shot like a
blast, she was trying to seize control of his body! Her control
commands demanded more brutal and mindless treatment. She
wanted him to hit her breasts. She was building a lust filled
control directed at him, and he wasn't sure he really could
stop it.
The shadow mind he created to hide behind was torn to shreds.
Then she invaded through his mind shield in several places.
His struggle against her control built to a lurch, reacting to
a punch of mind power. He pressed back at her but only held her
at bay. Then he slowly began to work his own controls around
the edges of her battering thought tendrils. He slipped into
her mind, hooking little control centers here, then there. Soon
he was able to turn off her attack on him and control her mind
completely.
Pissed, he began to look about inside her. She couldn't pull
that crap on Bob. Now he would use her as she meant to use him.
>From inside her head he could feel the welling flesh of her
breasts. They demanded sensation. The sensation they wanted,
well, there was a brutal demand for hard forceful pain, as a
pleasure sense within her.
He used his newly learned personal controls. Sending electric
jolts of sensual sex arousal along those channels of her
nervous system, a real heat began to build within the bitch. He
could now control her in deep detail, and he would. He was
angry, she tried to make him a toy of hers!
He realized the entire struggle occurred in the space of one
thrust into her wet chamber. He now found himself taking her in
more heated plunges. The power he used enflaming his desire.
She received a series of commanding lust sensations. He added
to the physical sensations she received by violently clamping
his teeth into one of her nipples. He could tell it would leave
a mark. Her moan was deep and equally brutal in its intensity.
Her crotch received waves of signals from him to bring white
heat through her lower abdomen. He paid special attention to
controlling the charge coming up from the clitoris. This
swollen red nerve bundle was giving off a range of hot flashing
charges, she was ready to scream.
He could sense her muscles twittering within her cunt. He
commanded them to clamp down on his cock. Suddenly he felt his
cock gripped by her velvet glove. It tightened enough to almost
prevent him from making the in/out strokes. Her entire body
moved along with him as he pulled and pushed his groin.
The panting and moaning sounds she was making were enough to
make the bed vibrate. His own animalistic grunting grew until
he surged with the lava hot semen which pumped out his prick. A
second and third surge of the liquid pumped into her fist tight
cunt.
She had been screaming! He didn't really notice while he was
getting off. His ears rang with a primal scream she hadn't
stopped since he had taken her body from her. He kept her in
the orgasm, hard and furious, as long as he could maintain the
output of energy.
He had no idea how long. When he let her stop, she immediately
dropped into unconsciousness.
He pulled out and sat up at the edge of the bed. Randi was
sitting propped against the wall. Her pants off, she was
drenched in sweat too. She seemed to have recovered already
from her orgasm. She was fingering herself lightly, trying to
arouse herself again.
"God, that was remarkable."
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"I think she went into a screaming orgasm for almost twenty
minutes." "It can't have been that long."
"I know, but I came early when she started. I've already got my
wind back."
"Okay. Maybe it was long, but no twenty minutes."
"Who is she? She's got the biggest tits I've ever seen. They
look real too."
"Real? Of course they're real."
"No. I mean, she hasn't had, like you know, silicone implants
or something."
"Oh. Well, I guess not. This," and he slapped Kim's thighs like
she was a hunting prize, "is Bambi. Anyway, that will be her
name around here. I guess she'll have to move in now. I can't
just let her wander around loose."
"Master, may I?" Randi asked with anticipation. Her desire was
growing for the new conquest he'd brought home.
"Right now?, no. But since she's conked out, you might as well
cop a feel."
Randi walked over and began to feel Kim, now Bambi again, at
her breasts, and at her now soaked snatch. Randi let out slight
guttural groans at the contact with the formerly free telepath.
Her hands ran over the breasts she'd been admiring.
After watching Randi's face glow from the desire she obviously
couldn't conceal, he stood and dressed. Taking the awake woman
by the hand he led her from the room.
====
He sat in the living room. The duel for control, brief though it
was, had left him with some new fears.
She had been less than candid about her escape from the
Institute. Well, she thought she'd told the truth, but now he
new different.
He had replaced controls someone else had planted. Not the
clumsy heavy handed touch of Harry, but some unknown master.
Someone who had concealed her memory of being released, but
couldn't erase it.
And there was no way of knowing how much she'd reported about
him...
He sat and contemplated his options while Randi knelt before
him, the head of his prick popping back and forth through her
lips. He would use her for a while, then try to work more from
Bambi's mind.
====
Bambi remembered nothing of their struggle when she awoke. Bob
had seen to that. But he had her settled in by night and the
other two women didn't really mind.
Randi was biding her time to get at Bambi, Betty devoted
herself to reorganizing the household to accommodate the new
comer. Betty was rapidly becoming the household administrator.
====
Bob's growing harem bothered him a little. He started to think
about whether he should cut the numbers back, to avoid
problems.
Janet had been dropping in from time to time too.
Although he hadn't let her join in the other games, he'd had
her every way he could imagine otherwise. They were all
entertaining.
The day after Bambi's conversion, he'd gone to visit Mary.
Patty had become a delightful playmate, providing the milk
supplement to coffee during his visit. She seemed to like her
new role as lover.
He believed his talent unraveled some of the fantasies the
women he collected had. His control and ownership fulfilled his
fantasies, but the more recent women were adjusted to permit
their own secret desires to be fulfilled.
It had astounded him to discover Bambi deeply wanted the
physical abuse, even before Harry had 'changed' her. He was
able to trace the clumsy efforts of the, possibly dead, prior
master easily. The newer controls from the mystery master were
far more delicate, he still hadn't the patience to sift through
the seamless construction of control he'd uncovered. He had
however superseded it with his own.
Fear of this other unknown master ran high, since he really
couldn't find a real memory of how she had escaped the
Institute. His nightmares were pretty severe lately.
He also realized the risk of being caught by the Institute
called for extreme caution on his part.
====
Tuesday afternoon he went out to find someone new, a different
pretty face. He had decided to throw caution to the wind for
the day. The fear and tension were beginning to wear him down,
and he needed some kind of fun.
Everything was under control, so to speak, for now. Now he was
walking through the crowded mall, eavesdropping on the thoughts
of total strangers.
Some were concentrating on finding bargains for the items they
needed. The teenage boys were fun, they were deep in fantasies
about the women in skimpy clothing or the teenage girls
wandering the mall. It boosted his horniness, and he intended
to satisfy this desire soon.
He wanted to play first. He looked about for an interesting
woman to use. Particularly one who was strong enough to enjoy
the experience he would give her. He was seeking a girl with a
suppressed desire to be owned, to experience embarrassing
sexual adventure.
He had liked controlling the women that were deeply suppressing
their need for domination. It became extremely fun to watch as
they resisted destiny, a destiny they longed for underneath.
He walked the length of the mall twice, without finding a
suitable toy to use. He was disappointed and about to leave
when his luck changed.
An attractive college student was walking into the bookstore.
She was dressed in a mini-skirt, a white summer blouse, and
black high heals. Her blond hair was in a braid to her waist,
a thin flat waist. Her face had sharp but attractive features.
Almost as if the sculptor had failed to smooth out all the
edges. Her lips were thin and expressive, colored red but not
heavily. Her figure was a shapely 36-24?26?-34, not large
busted, but well curved. He guessed from the smoothness of her
face and absence of wrinkles at her eyes that she could not be
any older than 20. Okay, maybe about 21.
He followed her into the book store. She was the one for
today, certainly fitting the profile. He sensed a deep rooted
desire within her meeting his desires today.
Finding her in amongst the books on gardening, he made an
initial move.
"Hello, I'm Bob."
She looked him over as though he was a mugger. He smiled in a
friendly manner. She appraised him and dismissed him in her
mind as small fish in the pond.
"What do you want?"
"Well, your name for starters."
"Tough shit spud, beat it before I call the manager." she
snapped. "Now is that any way to talk to me?" He twisted her
thoughts a little and inserted an instruction to fulfill one of
his voyueristic plans. "Why don't you, just because of that
little snippet of hostility, how about you take off your bra,
right now?"
"What kind of little pervert are you?" she replied, forgetting
the threat to call the manager. Her tone took on a strong level
of hostility. She began to rattle of a series of personal
insults.
But while she spoke she put down her purse and began to remove
her blouse. Her pale white skin was relatively unblemished, and
he admired the small but lush tits as she exposed them to him
while removing the bra. Her large round nipples swelled
immediately in the cool air, coming to sharp little points with
pencil width tips.
She put the blouse back on, speaking all the while about his
lack of tact, politeness and anything else she could throw in.
He smiled, his own protrusion raising the clothe of his pants.
"So you might as well drop dead," she ended.
Finally, she draped the bra over her arm and went back to
looking at the books on the shelf.
"Thank you, that was very erotic," he said. She turned to stare
at him as though he hadn't heard a word of her diatribe. He
pointed to the bra on her arm.
She leapt in surprise. Turning pink with deep embarrassment,
she clenched her shoulders in, and her hand flew up between her
breasts to check that this was, in fact, her bra. She gasped.
"When did I do that?" mystified at her own loss of the memory.
"While you were running down my family history. Very
educational explanation of my origins by the way. Imagine my
surprise, hearing all the family ties to snakes. Shall we go
have lunch?"
"No way little man." She turned to stomp away, only to find
herself standing before him again. "How do you do this crap?!?"
"You will finish up here. We will then walk down to the steak
place at the end of the mall, arm in arm." She shook her head,
and turned to the cash register with her selections. Bob merely
stepped into the hallway to wait.
A moment later she slipped her arm in his and they began to
walk down the hall. Her bra still hanging across her arm, it
was obvious to everyone her breasts were not encumbered by the
additional undergarment. She pinked up in embarrassment as
teenaged boys turned to stare at her protruding nipples shape,
outlined in the fabric of her blouse. Yet she did nothing to
put the bra in a less obvious location.
"You can't make me do this! You can't!" as they wandered past
gaggles of even younger girls staring at them. "I don't seem
able to stop myself, but that's impossible!"
Bob knew her predicament was startling her. She could no more
stop him now than walk on the moon. He just walked into the
restaurant with her on his arm, still bemoaning her lack of
control.
"Table for two, back in the corner," he directed the hostess.
She sat them in a booth, concealed somewhat, but not completely
from the rest of the restaurant.
"Now then," he said, "Let's try introductions again. I'm Bob.
And you are?"
"Emily, Emily Sandhill" his victim replied.
"That's better, see how easy it is when you cooperate?" she
nodded fearfully. She didn't speak another word, however.
"So we're going to have lunch, well maybe a bit more than
lunch" He looked the menu over.
"Why don't you just let me go?, I won't tell anybody, I
promise. Just leave me alone." she suddenly began pleading.
"Oh you won't tell anyone. You'll find that you can't. Tell you
what, you try telling the waiter what you think I'm doing."
She began to think. What would she tell anyone. He hadn't
touched her.
She had taken her bra off, apparently at his request in the book
store. She accompanied him to the restaurant, arm in arm, at his
request, no physical force at all. She was sitting with him, not
screaming for help. Who would believe her? She tried to get up,
but found instead she picked up her menu.
The waiter came to take their order. He was a college age young
fellow with heavy eyebrows and a pleasant demeanor. When he
left, Bob had placed steak orders for both of them.
"I don't eat meat!"
"You will today," he answered, "why don't you go to the ladies
room and take your panties off for me?"
"Or what, you'll make me?"
"You want to find out?"
"No! I'll do it." She got up and wandered to the restroom.
When she came back to the table, she held her panties tucked in
her arms, trying to conceal them. She went to put them in her
shopping bags, but Bob reached out a hand. Reluctantly she
dropped them into his hand. He placed them conspicuously on the
table where the waiter wouldn't miss seeing them. She blanched.
"What are you doing?"
"Believe it or not, you like being treated like this."
"I don't need your bloody abuse! Why don't you just go away,
and leave me alone."
"Maybe you'd feel better with your blouse open..."
"No! This is all embarrassing as all hell now! I don't want to
be annoyed by you or any other twerp." She looked down,
noticing her exposed breasts, blouse pulled to either side.
This aroused some twinge of unharnessed desire within her, she
began to twitch in her seat.
The waiter came back, bearing a bread basket and their drinks.
Emily flinched, flushed totally red throughout her face. The
waiter appeared not to notice her predicament. To her surprise,
her nipples became sharply erect and her vagina was getting
wet. She was starting to wet her skirt.
Bob shot her a pleased look, while she looked down at her lap.
He knew he hadn't done anything directly to stimulate her
arousal.
"So, you seem to like this kind of game."
"I cannot believe you are getting such a thrill from this, may
I please button up again?"
"Yes, but don't get too used to the idea. Why don't you pull
your skirt up, and finger yourself."
"In public?! Here?!"
"Do you want to do it, or shall I help you again?"
She sighed. She reached her hand under the skirt, slipping her
fingers over the exposed labia. Feeling certain Bob could
somehow make her do this anyway, she began to caress the folds
of her bushy groin. She kept her eyes wide open, watching Bob
sit calmly over the table. Her breath began to become short as
her clitoris rose from its recess.
She gently rubbed the little knob, gasping. A small drop of
sweat rolled down her forehead, and dribbled down her nose. "oh
god." she whispered. "oooooooohhhh, aahhh." Her head wrenched
to the side, but she forced it back to watch Bob who was, in
turn, watching her closely.
Her moans forced her tongue to show between her tasty lips,
gracing the corners of her mouth with licks from the tip as her
body developed its desire into motion. Her hips ground the
wooden booth seat.
She grunted, humped, and moaned. At least she suppressed the
more violent sounds she tended to make during orgasm. She
panted for a few moments afterwards, trying not to slide down
in the seat.
"There, feel better now?"
Amazingly, one of her better orgasms. She couldn't do much but
relax at this point. She felt obliged to admit it to Bob,
although she couldn't say why.
"God yes." she whispered so quietly he had to strain to hear
her.
"Good. We'll see what else we can do for you later."
The waiter had returned, was standing there while she had
finished up her orgasm. He was holding their meals on a tray,
and started to lay the plates before them.
"If I may be bold," the waiter said, "your performance was
superb."
She sat stunned by the man's pronouncement, as he walked away
as though nothing really unique had happened.
When she turned back towards Bob, he was eating his steak. She
looked with dismay at her own. She'd been a practicing
vegetarian for some time. She secretly had been yearning for
meat lately, but her will power insisted she must stick with
the regime.
"Eat it," said Bob, "I know you've been avoiding meat for a
while, but you like steak, and you may find a certain sensuous
pleasure in it."
"I can't."
"You can, but I won't force you."
She picked up her knife and fork, cutting off a small piece of
the still red meat. She placed it on her tongue, sucking the
blood, the red juices from the morsel she had selected.
He was right! The taste was fantastic. Her tongue and teeth
explored the exquisite tender bitefull, eventually allowing the
battered scrap of food to wander deliciously down her throat.
The next small cut of the beef, she treated to loving licks
with her lips and tongue before sucking it into her mouth,
wondrously discovering the flavor as though for the first time.
By the time she finished the meat on her plate, she was once
again horny, and even Bob seemed, well, almost acceptable to
her lusts.
The waiter came back to the table to clean up, asking if there
was any more they desired from the menu before they left. Bob
paid by credit card, although she believed he would not have
to, if he didn't want to.
"Excuse me, why me!?"
"Because you wanted to be used, and I wanted someone to use. I
can see these things in people."
"I don't think I'm into being humiliated this way."
"You are. I just let you find out."
"I'm confused, but I'm also ridiculously horny. Did you do that
to me?"
"Noooo, but I could feel it rising while you ate your steak. I
haven't done anything to you since making you open your blouse.
Lovely tits by the way." They stepped out into the mall again.
"What are you going to do about my horniness?" she inquired
softly. He looked at her with astonishment. She was leaning
onto his shoulder with a look of snuggled warmth spreading
through her face.
"I honestly hadn't given it much thought." He led her away from
the restaurant. The rubbing motion of her legs against each
other was bringing up the heat in her groin.
They ended up in the hall with the security office. No one in
there noticed as they walked in.
She followed him into the captain's office, a man in a black
and blue uniform looked up at them. He stood and walked out.
Bob swept the papers and other items from the desk to the floor
with a crash.
"This will do just fine." he said, "no one will interrupt us."
"There are open windows to the outer office." she complained.
Bob looked out, a secretary and a rent-a-cop were chattering
with each other.
"You'll appreciate that better once you get your clothing off."
he replied.
She nervously began undressing. By the time she got the blouse,
skirt and shoes laid aside, she was trembling from an
excitement rising from humiliation. She knew now, what Bob had
said was true. She wanted to be treated this way.
Bob dropped his trousers. His six to seven inch pecker was
already at attention.
"Lay down on the desk."
She sat, then lay across the desk so she wouldn't be forced to
watch the outer office staff looking at her. Bob refused to let
her get away with it and positioned her so she had to watch the
outer office much of the time.
By now the secretary was standing at the window, pointing at her
and the rent-a-cop was apparently making some joke at her
expense. She speculated what it was, something about doorknobs?
everyone gets a turn? How would she face herself in the mirror
tonight? She trembled with excitement as Bob began to suck her
pussy.
He licked the lips of her slit first. "ooohh" came free from her
throat. As he worked up the opening to the top, she felt his hot
moist breath against the wetness she'd developed. Then he began
to lick and nibble at her clit.
"Oh yesss, please do that more!" she exclaimed. Now completely
unable to take her eyes off the two people in the outer office.
Bob was holding them there. He knew how brutally embarrassing
this was to Emily. He could feel the heat of her lust moving down
from her head, rather than up from her groin. She was now bucking
against his face. She couldn't stop herself. All while being
watched by strangers.
Her head rolled side to side. Her braid whipped about over the
end of the desk. She panted with the excitement of the sex she
was enjoying, in a frighteningly public way. She began to pinch
her own nipples, and tried to pull one up to her lips to suck it.
She couldn't quite, but she tried anyway.
Then Bob entered her. She pulsed with an orgasm. She was so far
gone from him eating her out, she couldn't hold back when he
entered.
"GGGGGGGGGGGGOD!!" this time she couldn't keep the noise level
down, this time she knew the woman in the outer office couldn't
help but hear. And she was watching too, so had seen the entire
thing. Bob using her, almost beyond her imagination.
Bob fucked her and made her hips pump for him. He reached out
and fondled the pale breasts waving before him. She was
reasonably tight to his prick and he liked the sensation her
twat clutching was making him feel. The pressure built and
eventually he released his sperm, a flood of semen into her
cunt.
"oh yeah." he muttered. After standing with his cock in her
cunt afterwards for some time, he pulled out and began to
dress.
"Should I dress too?"
"You want to walk out of here like that?"
"Uh, no, no, not really." she was amazed how much it thrilled
her to be watched while fucking. "um, what about them?" she
pointed to the outer office.
"Come on." he simply said.
As they walked out, the secretary offered a comment.
"You filthy slut. Can't you find some place else to peddle your
ass? How much did you charge him, eh?"
Emily's ears burned red, embarrassed and humiliated even more
by this catty remark. Her groin twitched again.
"Don't worry," Bob said, "They'll forget about this before
we've gotten down the hall."
At the crowed mall hallway, Bob turned to leave, but Emily
grabbed his shoulder.
"Was I really like this all along? or did you do something to
me like you made those people forget they saw us?"
"You already had the desire, just hidden deeply away."
"Will I see you again?," she pouted, mixed in her
emotions. "Maybe, just maybe." he stole her address
from her mind.
Bob let himself be swallowed by the crowd. He had enjoyed the
little interlude.
====
He drove past a car with no one in it.
No, that wasn't right. He looked in his rear view mirror. A
man was steering the car just as normal as day. Bob probed the
car with the talent.
No one was there, well maybe there was a void like blob he
couldn't read. Like the men at the Institute radar site.
Oh my, he thought, this guy is one of them. Is he after me?
What do I do?
Then the other car turned away, down a different street.
Bob sighed relief. Some day soon he'd have to do something
about those creeps.
They scared him more each time he came across their presence.
====
He'd had more trouble with Betty and Randi fighting, well, not
fighting. Perhaps it was just, well, struggling.
Yesterday Betty complained about Randi trying to run the
house. She knew she was allowed to boss Randi around a bit.
But she and Randi were often at odds.
Bob didn't really know what kept the two of them at each
other's throat, but he guessed Betty really wanted to be
acknowledged as the queen of his women.
She was paranoid. She thought the others were going to hurt
her some night. She had no idea this was ridiculous since he
controlled them all. And she kept trying to push everyone else
around unless Bob stepped in with his command over her hidden
persona.
Yesterday he got pissed about Betty's paranoia around Randi.
He adjusted her a touch, to actually like Randi. He added a
little more to put Randi in charge when he wasn't around. That
ought to straighten her out.
He had been working in the study. At the back of his mind he
picked up Betty and Randi talking in the bedroom. He got up
and walked towards the bedroom. He slipped to the door to
watch.
"You were seeing him for almost 6 months before you let him
make love to you?" Randi's voice came.
"Yeah, he was, just fine, but I didn't want to have sex until
I got married." Randi was helping Betty brush her hair. From
time to time she stroked Betty's back too. "But he convinced
me I was wrong. I was also wrong to want him to myself. That
was selfish, I think, I'm not sure really."
"Maybe you just needed better encouragement." This odd
sensation was what he'd picked up, Randi was radiating desire.
Betty, without the unreasoned fear she'd had up until
yesterday, was responding a little to the sensual contact by
Randi.
The two girls were both wearing short skirts, revealing
blouses only just showing their nipples through since neither
had bras on. Stockings were part of the uniform of the house,
along with high heels which he knew could not only get
uncomfortable, but made some chores a bit difficult.
But they liked wearing them around him, he'd made certain of
that. He liked to see the curves their legs had with the high
heels on.
"What do you mean?"
"A man like Bob is unique. He's skilled in bed like I've never
felt with a man. He sometimes turns me on frantically, just by
looking in my direction. I've no idea how it happens to me.
Before him, the only satisfaction I ever got was from other
girls."
Bob knew this, but didn't really want her to lose that innate
quality. He enjoyed being her only 'man'. Again he felt
personal power no other man could really have.
"Really?" By now the hair brush was laid aside. Randi
worked her hands in circles on Betty's shoulders. "I
don't like the idea of women with women. It's wrong."
"Oh?" Randi was now smiling, since she could sense the woman
under her hands was responding to the gentle passes she made
along her torso.
"Yep. My mother told me," and Betty looked a little odd for a
moment, "I'm having trouble remembering some of the things
mother said lately."
Randi, worked her arms around to Betty's stomach. Her red
fingernail tipped fingers rubbing the muscles of the other
girl's abdomen.
"Well, his technique is unusual, I'm certain he's responsible
for whatever when he gives me Fran from time to time. I get
such incredible satisfaction from it. I'm not fond of men. But
he's not the same, different somehow. Its good with him."
"I see," said Betty, her voice beginning to waver. Randi had
worked up to cupping her breasts, and although she believed
this should not be good, she felt light tingles of excitement
circle the firm flesh.
Bob could feel Betty's anxiousness, and mild curiosity. Her
head tilted forward, the eyes fluttering from the mildly
arousing massage.
Randi took the bold step of cupping up until her fingers could
clasp the nipples of Betty's breast and roll them.
"No, no Randi, don't do this. I don't want to sleep with you."
she mumbled. Her body betrayed her though, rolling along with
the motion from Randi's gentle administrations. "Oh god, that
feels good."
Randi began to kiss her on the neck. Betty leaned her head to
the side, allowing Randi's lips easier access. Goose bumps
showed her excited flesh enjoyed the contact.
"No. I, I can't, I won't."
Randi's fingernails dug into her nipples, lightly, giving her a
sharp jolt of pleasant pain. "Ohhhhh," moaned her voice.
Greedily, enjoying the conquest of the often argumentative
woman, Randi pulled at her breasts, pinching nipples between
her thumbs and forefingers, intermixed with grasping handfuls
of the flesh.
Bob reached out to feel what Betty was experiencing. He could
feel the tongue snake into her ear. The heat flowing down
towards his groin from her breasts was prickling his own
desires. Her eyes wouldn't stay open, so he got kaleidoscopic
blur of images in the room. His breathing accelerated to match
her pumping lungs.
Randi, holding Betty's left tit's nipple with one hand, reached
down and pulled up Betty's skirt with the other. Here she
benefited from Bob's decision the women were to be available to
receive his attentions at any time.
So Betty was completely available to Randi as well.
Randi slid one of those carefully manicured fingers down the
folds of Betty's cunt. Her middle finger, chosen for the
intrusion, found a moist entryway waiting. Her finger probed
within, and Bob felt the invasion as certainly as Betty.
"God, no, don't do this," she moaned, helpless before the grasp
Randi had on her, "let me go, you, you, bitch!"
Randi was unrelenting, her fingers began working the nub of
Betty's clitoris. Betty was bucking, humping at the finger
within her.
"You like this, slut. I may be Bob's whore, but you're just a
teasing little slut and you need to be used."
Bob reached out into Randi's mind, becoming a parasitic
observer within her body. The emotions were intense. He could
sense her glee at conquering the cunt under her fingers. Her
own sense of power over Betty fed his lust of power over both
women. He could feel her body writhing with pleasure although
Betty hadn't touched her.
"Oh god, this is wrong! unnng," Betty's lips formed the words,
contradicting her body. "What will Bob think of me? I, I,
please stop!"
"You silly little slut," answered the dominant woman, "He'll
think no more of you than he does now. You are a slut for his
personal use, a cunt, whose purpose is to relieve his sexual
pleasure. What did you think he kept you around for?"
Betty was lurching with Randi's finger. Randi forced Betty to
turn her head towards her face with her left hand. Betty was
gone into the stage of not caring how she'd been aroused. Randi
planted a wet kiss on the other woman's mouth.
Bob could feel victory in Randi's taking of Betty, a strong
flush sensation, broadly giving Randi at least temporary
ownership of Betty's body. He could feel how tasty and sweet
Betty's lips were through his vicarious tactile touch.
Betty couldn't stop the plunging tongue violating her mouth.
She didn't really want to. The dyke Bob kept around was forcing
her into a lusty orgasm and she couldn't stop her. Any moment
now Bob would catch them and punish her for letting the bitch
take her. What could she do?
She entered into the kiss with Passion, with a capital P. The
softness of Randi's mouth was a change from what she'd felt
with Bob. The woman's lips were velvet to her touch, and her
own tongue found the taste simply exciting.
Randi pushed Betty to the bed and lifting the skirt, buried her
face in the lush red tunnel before her. Her tongue entered the
dripping cunt, pushing as far in as possible.
"MMMMYYY GOD!," cried Betty. "oohh don't do that!, no, no, no!"
Betty's pelvis had assumed sine wave properties as she thrust
and ground her cunt into Randi's mouth. She denied the desire
for the attention with every word, but her body was hot, aflame
with excitement, reaching for ecstasy.
Randi slid two fingers into the gyrating woman before her. Her
fingers moved in so easily she pulled them back out and added a
third. When this proved easy as well, she drew her hand out
again. Then she pointed all the fingers together and tried to
insert her entire hand.
"NO NO, That will hurt me," squealed the sweaty woman in
Randi's eager grasp. "OHHHH!"
But the all the fingers pushed in to the widest part, the area
of Randi's hand from the last knuckle of her thumb to the heal
of her palm. Betty tried to spread her thighs open even wider
than they already were, whimpering with a combination of joy
and pain. With a sudden bump, the wrist Randi pressed behind
her hand slipped into the red/pink gap.
"AAAAAHHHHHH! YEESSS!" screeched Betty, tears pouring from her
eyes.
It was impossible to gauge whether from pain or pleasure from
looking at her. But Bob entered her mind and as Betty, felt
wondrously full, stretched wide, and unbelievably hot. There
was also a stretching pain, and a few poking pains where the
invading protrusion was hitting tender points. But even those
pains were stimulating the sex within.
Randi clenched her hand into a fist inside Betty and started to
punch in, out, in, out. Each in motion was answered by a grunt
of surprise/lust from Betty. Each out motion with a gasp,
struggling to gulp down air. Tears continued to stream down the
side of her face, but along with the tears began to come a
gasping, begging sound. "moore, I gotta have mooorre, deeper!"
"Oh love, you look so beautiful with my arm in you."
"oh Randi!, you're giving, !!!aaaah!!!, me the best... oh yes!"
"You're so pretty when stroked."
"Oh, I coming! MORE >ung< MORE!"
Bob could feel the fullness along the open lips of Betty's hot
love canal. She was swinging her arms and head wildly in
response to the brutal invasion.
She screamed out. Coming wrenched her around bodily on the
bed.
Randi eased her hand out of Betty carefully. She was surprised
as all hell the girl had taken it, first time, with so little
trouble. All her other experiences required enormous amounts
of lubrication and slow careful entry.
Betty was curled up in a ball on the bed, recovering from her
intense and unexpected experience.
Randi saw Bob at the door.
He grinned, nodded in approval, and left.
====
Distantly, at the Institute, two men stood before a large oak
desk. The entrance to the room, a large double door, was shut,
the curtains drawn.
They stood apart, not associating with each other in any way
but their presence. One, a burly man, wore a turtle-neck
sweater, and casual slacks. The other wore a business suit.
"You lost her." came a voice from a chair behind the desk. It
was deep, undoubtably male. The room was dark, and the face
concealed by the deeper shadows.
"I implanted programming to make her contact us every other
week. She only missed one so far..." answered the man in the
business suit.
"I don't care! Anything we can program in, can be programmed
out. You blew it. You lost her. She is gone. An observer should
have watched her all the time."
"It would've made other sparks suspicious," a pause, "Sir."
"Find her!" a fist accented by striking the desk.
"Yes Sir!" turn and depart started.
"Oh, and Tyler," the departing man looked back, "If you don't
find her..."
A moment passed. Heavy in the air were other frightening
options.
"I understand sir." the man named Tyler left.
"Jones."
"Sir?"
"He'll fail. I know a failure when I see one. Make all the
preliminary arrangements with Jezabel. Then get another team on
it. I want to know when to pull him."
"Yes sir." and the second man left.
A pair of feet, clad in expensive Italian leather, took up
residence on the edge of the desk. They twitched with
impatience.
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