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>This posting contains:
Chapter XII(a): 10th Grade, Summer 1987
Part 1 - Deeper Into the Depths of Hell (MC, mf, mfm, mm, brainwashing)
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Chapter XII(b): 10th Grade, Summer 1987
Part 2 - The Price of One's Soul (mc, mf, anal)
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Tim, the Teenage MC
By Rass Senip - Proofread by Evil Eye
Chapter XII: 10th Grade, Summer 1987
Part 1 - Deeper Into the Depths of Hell
(MC, mf, mfm, mm, brainwashing)
Something was tingling, but it felt so distant...
I was trying to open my eyes for what seemed an eternity. I would open them to
find Suzi's smiling face, or my moms, Steven's, Penny's, the corrupt man from my
nightmare, and once I dreamt that Casper the Friendly Ghost had come to help me
escape, and was trying to wake me by sucking on my dick with his ghostly soft
mouth.
When I finally truly did open my eyes, I shut them immediately because the
cleansing cycle had begun. My eyes stung so bad that it actually help me to
shake off some of the gas or drug they had used on me.
While the water cycle was running, I forced my eyes open with my fingers and was
able to rinse them out enough to ease the intense burning.
I continued to lay on my 'bed' with my eyes closed several minutes after the
rinsing was over, trying to ease the discomfort in my eyes by attempting to
reenter the bliss of sleep. But when a warm mouth reasserted itself around my
placid cock, I immediately snapped awake and sat up, finding myself unable to
open my eyes enough to see anything clearly.
My fuzzy brain managed to come up with trying to use my empathic powers to find
out who it was. I knew it wasn't Joey because his mouth would have felt
differently.
When I did manage to do a light empathic scan without the usual eye contact, I
was shocked by the emotional strength. If I didn't know the mouth suckling on
my member was human, I would have sworn it had been some kind of animal.
The nature of the emotions I received were so primitive and overwhelming, the
being who had changed to licking my dick was really starting turning me on.
I determined it was a female by using my other working senses, mostly the grunts
and heavy breathing she has making as she started humping my dick with her
mouth. Her motion was speeding up, and I was quickly losing myself to my own
arousal, especially when her finger started messing with my asshole.
Her head must have been a blur as she increased to an incredible speed. I
helplessly moaned like mad, and nearly screamed my pleasure when her finger
penetrated my ass.
Her motions became more violent, and as I started my orgasm, she used her teeth
on my dick while attempting to shove all four fingers up my ass. If I hadn't
fallen off of the platform at that point, she would have bitten my little buddy
off right there and then.
My eyes only gave me momentary glances as I struggled to prevent her mouth from
finishing its gruesome task. After a few moments of physically struggling, she
bit me on the thigh then rammed me in the gut with her head. The only thing
that saved me from losing my manhood then was my desperate attempt to send her
my fear and pain while bringing my hand up in a motion to strike.
She backed off, and I managed to get to my feet before I felt her surge with
anger. At the time, my empathic senses were a little sharper than my eyes, so I
followed her rushing towards me more by feel than by sight.
Not only did she knock the wind out of me and send me to the floor gasping, but
managed to pin my head between her legs and completely immobilize me before it
registered she had hit me. She had thrown herself feet first, so as her foot
made contact with my chest, my empathic senses were telling me she was still
three feet away.
But if I hadn't been using my empathic senses, I would never have felt her fear
shoot up when my desperate hand grazed her asshole during my struggle.
I immediately concentrated my remaining strength on attacking her Achilles' ass.
I almost lost the battle when her powerful legs clamped down and I felt myself
starting to black out. As my body became more and more distant to my darkening
senses, my hands continued pinching and probing her anus, seemingly by their own
accord. She suddenly head butted my crotch, then left me there crippled with
pain.
Time passed slowly as I laid there guarding the area of my body that usually
produced pleasure, but at the time was only giving me a lot of pain. My dick
burned where her teeth had scraped it raw, but I didn't really notice this until
the pain in my balls had subsided to just an ache.
I don't know when I started opening my eyes without having them struggle to shut
again, but when I realized this, I also realized she was standing right behind
me.
I tensed up, expecting her to attack again, but when she didn't make any hostile
movements, I used my empathic senses again to assess what she was planning to
do.
When I didn't find any deceit or hostility in her otherwise chaotic emotions, I
risked moving my head to take a look at my attacker.
Wild brown eyes stared back at me from the young black woman's face. Her lips
parted to show her teeth, a clear warning to not to try anything funny. We
played the staring game for a few minutes, then when my neck started to hurt
from having my head turned so much, I returned my head to the forward position
and winced from the knot in my neck.
I heard her snort, then walk away. A few minutes later, I heard the familiar
sound of someone sucking for their dinner, but I didn't move from my position
even though her sucking noises were making me hungry.
I awoke startled to find I had drifted off, then felt the woman nudging me with
her foot again. I turned my head to see her back up away from me, then after I
hadn't moved, she sighed and walked to the other side of one of the two metal
beds.
Her intentions were honest enough, so I rolled onto my back, then quickly sat up
when she moved to one side of her bed. But when she walked over to the food
dispenser and indicated she had left me some, I relaxed a bit and struggled to
my feet.
My entire side had deep red indentations from the grilled floor, and while I
rubbed my tingling skin, I examined my cellmate a little more carefully.
The woman watching me carefully before me looked like something out of a movie.
Her hair was long and tangled, her dark skin had a healthy sheen to it that
magnified the beauty of her fit figure. Her waist wasn't disfigured from years
of wearing clothing, and her mature and ripe breasts were truly erotic to my
eyes.
But I found myself paying attention to less desirable aspects of her nude body,
mostly the hair growing under her arms and all over her legs. And her odor! She
smelled as if she showered in urine, and used her shit as soap. I had nearly
gagged from the stench when I was trapped between her legs.
My disgust for her odor and appearance didn't go unnoticed, but she didn't seem
to care. She just spat in my general direction and walked to the opposite
corner and sat down to masturbate.
As my dick started to rise, I quickly turned away from her to get what was left
of our dinner. There wasn't that much, but it was enough to stop my stomach
from growling for a while.
After finishing up my meal, I tried talking to her, hoping to find some words
she understood. After spending a great deal of time trying to get some kind of
communication going, I finally just gave up and laid down on my metal bed to
rest. The black woman simply continued frigging herself, pausing every once in
a while to clean up her own juices, and her steady breathing soothed my nerves
and muscles more than I realized.
I woke up smelling the familiar odor of shit. I wasn't sure how long I had been
asleep, but I knew it was a long time before the next washing. I snapped up to
a sitting position, finding her eyes watching me from the other bed.
My eyes couldn't see the shape I was looking for over in the corner near the
drain, but they did pick something up on the other side as I was looking back
over to her.
"Why the fuck did you shit in the middle of the floor?" I said angrily.
She got on her feet, ready to defend herself in a flash, but then it was her
turn to gawk as I got up and walked right past her to the lump of smelly feces.
"You stupid bitch! Don't you have any brains? You have to wait until right
before the cleaning cycle, and then you have to do it in the corner over there!"
When she didn't look where I was pointing, the anger and emotions that had been
building up inside of me for weeks suddenly rushed to get out.
With speed and strength I didn't know I had, I grabbed her head and forced her
to look in the corner I had pointed.
"You shit over there, you stupid cock eating bitch! I don't like smelling shit
all day, and that includes smelling you!"
Her arms swung up and broke my hold on her head, then she easily knocked me on
my back. My head had a nice soft landing, but that was because her shit had
cushioned its fall.
The horror on my face was answered with a girlish laugh, but the anger in my
eyes cut her laughter short. But then when I struggled to get to my feet, she
suddenly decided I needed to learn who was boss.
I felt the desire to dominate me swell within her just as her foot came to rest
on my chest. She slowly pushed me back onto my back and stared down at me,
smiling again when I had let my head drop to the floor and grimaced from its
soft pillow.
We both knew I was in no condition to fight her physically, but I considered
myself to be more intelligent, and felt that combined with my empathic abilities
gave me the advantage.
But my mind quickly came up with nothing except realizing she was getting
aroused by her ideas of dominating me and making me do all sorts of nasty
things. But my empathic power saved me where my so called intelligence failed,
broadcasting my fear and disturbing her building arousal.
She became distracted by the loss of momentum to her arousal, and quickly
resolved the problem by taking her foot off my chest, then straddling me with
her dampening crotch.
My sore cock was just starting to respond to her obvious preparations to fuck me
when she started purring and lowered her face down to mine. The hot pink tongue
that came from between her two brown lips licked both of my eye lids, almost an
apology for them having been stung by the cleanser.
Despite my better judgment, my dick was quite hard by the time she finished with
my lids, and I couldn't believe I actually wanted to fuck this animal. In fact,
I couldn't help myself as she slid her crotch over my pulsing dick, making me
surge with a powerful lust to hump. The sores on my cock were lost in a sea of
lust as my mind was overcome by what I later realized was a drug-induced need to
fuck.
Rational thought took a back seat to the animal lust for sexual pleasure, and
without any further resistance on my part, we began to fuck. Slowly at first,
then increasing in speed and energy, my cellmate and I raped each other's mouths
as we took turns at being on top.
I remember sitting up as she bounced up and down on top of me, taking the nipple
of one of her jiggling tits into my mouth, sucking hard and probably painfully
before switching to the other. I had to have her milk for some reason, and she
didn't appear to care or be the least bit concerned at the pain I had to be
causing. Of course she had no milk to give, but I was still determined to get
some.
Somewhere in my mind a voice was screaming to stop, that this was a trap of some
kind. But I couldn't fight the pure animal lust in my blood and mind.
Out of habit, however, I did manage to control myself enough to hold off my
orgasm until she began hers. It was a very powerful orgasm, but produced very
little cum. And once the pleasure had faded, I was too tired to get off the
floor before closing my eyes to sleep.
The next thing I knew, my cellmate was nudging me with her foot again. When I
looked up to her face, she motioned towards the rubber prick, and I noticed it
had filled up again.
My stomach growled at the sight of the full fake organ, but my appetite was
spoiled a little when I realized the awful smell I had been noticing was from
the shit ground into my hair.
"It's a good thing you don't have to hold it with your hands," I said walking up
to the food dispenser after stupidly feeling my hair with both hands.
But before I touched it with my mouth, I stopped to think a moment. My mind
wasn't really working all that great considering the things it and my body had
been subjected too. So that moment turned into minutes, but was worth the
effort since I noticed a few things, and worked out some others.
The first was the fact the nursing dick was nearly bursting from the amount it
contained. I had expected them either increasing the amount or feeding twice a
day, but not both.
And then I noticed my ass wasn't sore. It should have been a bit uncomfortable
after Joey fucking it. But it had healed without any signs of irritation or
infection, which only could mean one thing. I had been out a lot longer than a
day.
And my physical condition had deteriorated again. I was almost as weak as I had
been the day I had first woken up in that room.
Or not that room, but another very similar to it. With the two beds spaced
equally apart from the center, I doubted they had done all that remodeling that
quickly. Of course I didn't know how long I had been out before I woke up with
Joey there.
I wanted to scan my cellmate's mind as soon as I could, but I decided it would
have to wait until my strength was back up. So I finally began chowing down,
and found the dick refilling as I emptied it.
I knew it was probably a bad idea, but I couldn't help myself to eat until I
couldn't eat anymore. I was so full, my stomach stuck out, and I felt like I
waddled when I went back to the bed to lay down.
I watched sleepily as my cellmate ate her fill, feeling the pleasant tingles of
a full belly. I was surprise to find my dick standing straight up when she
finished and walked towards me with that look. But without a moment's
hesitation, I got up and met her half way, then spent three hours on the bottom
as she pleasure herself with my dick.
It took a few days to form a more trusting relationship. I had the feeling she
had mistaken me for one of her captors and had been out for revenge when she had
first found me on the metal bed next to hers. But a day or two after she had
gotten to know me, she dropped her guard, and that eventually led me to do the
same.
She quickly established she was the boss, and that she would shit wherever and
whenever she wished, and more importantly, I would have sex with her whenever
she wanted it and for however long she wanted to. And quite frankly, that was a
lot.
Once those formalities were out of the way, she was quite pleasant to live with.
And while she absolutely refused to allow me to try her ass, she did give me
quite a bit of freedom with how I fucked or sucked her. And her pussy was
surprisingly a nice fit, making me realize she either had managed to gross our
captors out enough to keep them away, or they had all been smaller in the dick
department than I.
After becoming very familiar with her breasts, I started to call her Candy from
the way her spit shinned tits reminded me of several different chocolates. And
she didn't seem to mind what I did to them. I sometimes wondered if she had any
sense of touch in them, but I knew she must have since her nipples would get
nice and hard when I sucked on them. I would get pretty rough with them, but I
never drew blood, and I don't think they ever got seriously bruised.
We quickly formed a daily routine. I would always awaken first, and would spend
my private time exercising, never knowing how long I would have before she woke
up and tried to trip me. After she chased me around a while, we would settle
down and spend a few hours trying to communicate or teach each other something
about ourselves. Sometime she would get tired of that before our meal was
ready, but most of the time she managed to stick with it.
But as soon as the rubber cock started to fill, we were both right there taking
turns to suck out as much as we could. We had quickly learned that the
equipment would keep the dispensing penis full for a set period of time,
replacing whatever we sucked out no matter how much it was. I suspected this
was intended to make us frantic eaters, but once I had started to put on more
muscle tone than I had previously done in my other quarters, I decided it would
be worth giving in to their small ploy.
After sucking the pecker-like teat dry, we would take a big shit, then quickly
pounce on each other, spending several hours fucking and sucking, and it started
to become almost mechanical in nature. While it became rather boring as we went
through our motions, neither of us ever considered stopping it or reducing the
hours we spent before falling asleep and starting all over again. And with two
meals a day, we were almost on a twelve hour schedule.
Over two weeks went by before I realized I couldn't break out of our routine. I
found myself so in need for a full tummy and a four hour fuck, I always gave in
the moment the cock started to fill.
I also realized that while I had worked my body back up to good health, my mind
still felt rather dull. The mental exercises my own commands constantly forced
me to perform lacked enough variety to do much good. I found myself able to
perform those without much effort. I can still calculate the powers of two
nearly to infinity, but what good does that do me unless I was trapped inside a
computer?
Actually, I was seriously starting to lose ground in that respect. I found I
was letting my emotions affect my judgment more and more, and the times where
Candy could get my goat or have her way was becoming increasingly frequent. I
felt I was losing control of myself, and I had every right to feel that way.
The knowledge of all this didn't help matters any. In fact, it made things
worse by depressing me during the only non physically active period we spent
twice a day. I simply was happier when I was filling my gut, fucking my
cellmate, or working my muscles to their limits. And when I wasn't depressed by
that, I was worrying about Joey. Actually, I was always worrying about Joey,
but it wasn't something I could admit to myself since I knew it would be a
serious handicap when Steven carried out his plans for Joey.
After my depressing realizations, a week went by before something new happened
that made me focus on a new task. It was probably one of the best things to
happen to me at that point, but at the time it was very unpleasant.
I was laying on my back while Candy was on her hands sliding herself up and down
my cock. She always stopped her rise right at the point where my dick's head
was about to pop out before plunging herself down to take it deep within her. We
both enjoyed it this way the best, but it required a lot of physical effort on
Candy's part, not to mention a lot of self control on my part too. But the
orgasms that came out of it were worth the strain and wait, so we did it at
least once each time we fucked.
I had learned her mannerisms well enough to know she was approaching her orgasm,
so I stopped fighting mine and started to actively hump in return. But just as
I started to shoot, I was startled to feel this incredible warmness spreading
out from my crotch and flowing off my sides.
In the heat of the moment, my orgasm doubled its strength, but before she was
finished, I realized what it was, and started to gross out from it.
"Shit! What you do that for? You can't control your bladder or something? Aw
man! You peed all over me! FUCK!"
My words disrupted her enjoyment of the sensations her urine had produced.
Without making a sound, she pinned me to the grilled floor, then held me there
as she managed to dribble some more out.
I bucked and struggled, feeling myself lose control of my emotions again, and
finally was able to push her off me.
"You fucken sick bitch!" I said with rage. "You pee on me again and I'll make
you fucking drink it!"
Her own anger flared up, and a moment later I had to dodge her kick. But this
time, my body was physically fit, and I could see her as she attempted to lure
me into attacking her while she waited.
"Oh, so you want to fight, do you?" I said feeling my testosterone flowing
through my body. "You forget. I know your weakness. And I think it's about
time for Candy to lose her other cherry."
While Candy was slightly larger and more agile than I was, I was stronger and
had the advantage of knowing her worst weaknesses. So after three swings at me
I took her down, and before she knew what was happening, I had my throbbing dick
wedged between her two sexy buns.
"You want to know who the fucking boss is? I am! You see? For now on, if you
fucking do something like fucking PEE on me, I'll rape your ass like I'm going
to do now. You understand me bitch!?!" I said thrusting my cock against her
tightly closed asshole.
Just as my testosterone level reached its highest mark yet, Candy broke down
crying like a child wanting her mother. My body, shaking with anger, felt a
cold wave of her fear pass through it. I lost my anger, but continued to shake
for an entirely different reason.
"I'm sorry Candy. I'm really sorry," I started to blather. "I... I..."
That's when I broke down and cried. I hadn't cried like that since my
nightmare. And the way the tears and fear came out of me must have triggered
Candy's maternal instincts. I found myself in her arms, being held like a
child. It was a lot like that time in Carol's arms, but considering I was a
prisoner of her son, Carol's arms didn't seem as comforting as Candy's did that
moment.
I remember crying out for Joey, Suzi, my mom, and once even my dad. I couldn't
stop the avalanching emotions I was letting out. I had never lost control so
much as to even cry out for Teddy. Oh Teddy, I'm still sorry for losing you.
Even today.
I must have fallen asleep from exhaustion, for the next thing I knew we were
scrambling for dinner. As we took turns frantically sucking the nutrients (and
drugs) out, I kept getting the feeling I was being watched. And I was, by
Candy, but for some reason it didn't feel like Candy looking at me. Her eyes
felt like those of a little girl peering out of a school bus watching the
landscape go by. It was very odd.
By the time we were finished and had moved into position to fuck, Candy's eyes
were back to her normal horny gazing, and I felt as if I had imagined the whole
thing.
Candy was a little gentler with me this time. Or at least she was up until the
end. Just as I was having my third orgasm for the session, Candy suddenly
pinned me to the ground, looked me in the eyes with a stern warning look, then
proceeded to pee on top of me again.
I struggled weakly in vain, shouting obscenities, and attempting to threaten her
as she smeared the warm tingling fluid between us with her own body. She
orgasmed so strongly as she did this, I thought I would come again just from the
sensation of her vagina contracting extremely tight.
It disgusted me, it turned me off, and it pissed me off too. I ranted and raved
afterwards, but she ignored me, knowing I too had my weaknesses and she could
use them just as much as I could hers.
I was constantly reminded of it by the odor of her urine on my body, and the
next day I wasn't so eager to fuck. In fact during the second fuck period that
day, I went completely soft on her after my second orgasm just from anticipating
her releasing her bladder on top of me. It took her forever to work me back up,
but she did it again just as I had feared.
By the third day, I had been grossed out enough to resist the temptation of
eating one meal, planning to fast until I could use my powers to make Candy a
more pleasurable and willing cellmate. But after suffering through five hours
of withdraw symptoms, I couldn't remain fasting long enough to let the telepathy
suppressing drugs run out.
But by the fifth day, the smell of her urine was driving me crazy. I tried to
wash it off every cleaning cycle, but I could smell it on me even when there
couldn't be more than a trace of it left. I even started to notice how my own
body was starting to smell like shit. Without soap and a washcloth, I simply
couldn't clean myself well enough using just my hands and the cleansing
chemicals they showered the room with.
So I managed to withstand the incredible urge to eat that evening, and then
somehow kept myself from crawling over the next morning, even though I was in
dire need and somewhat in pain. By evening, I was too incapacitated to even
attempt to eat, and probably would have thrown it up if I had.
And for the next day I was in a living hell, my body and mind going through the
final stages of withdrawal. But the next morning my mind felt a little clearer,
and my stomach felt as if it had switched back into forward gear after spending
a day and a half stuck in reverse trying to puke my guts out.
I remembered how Candy had tried to help me and comfort me while I was in my
delirious state, and felt guilty for fighting her off and refusing to let her
help me in any way. The sad fact of the matter was, every time she had come
close to me, it had made me sicker to my stomach.
But now I called her over and after giving her a kiss and a few loving words,
she helped me up to my bed and let me hold her hand a while. I could have never
survived those days without her company and assistance. She literally was
keeping me sane, despite my captor's intentions. I understood how Candy was
supposed to have been the final blow to my resistance, having found myself
unable to resist my drug induced animal desires overwhelming me all the time.
After Candy had laid down on her own bed to sleep, I began my probing of her
mind to find out who she really was.
Candy at one time had been a little girl named Melissa Jane Prett. She had
lived in a big house with her parents and older brother and sister, growing up
in a rich and secure environment. Or at least until one day when she fell
asleep at the kitchen table and woke up in a room much like this one with her
brother and sister, Theo and Elsie.
Being only six, Melissa quickly adapted to the nudity of her siblings and
herself. And once she had mastered the feeding penis, she didn't understand why
Theo wouldn't let her try his once.
The three of them lived in that room for two years together without any outside
contact or hints of why they were there. But then when Theo, being the oldest,
started to show signs of puberty, he began changing in more ways than just
physically. His temper shortened, and he started to play favorites with the two
girls. And then when his dick had started to make him pay more attention to it,
he actually asked Melissa if she would like to try sucking it.
With Elsie's disapproval, she tried it, and did it so well he came in her mouth
within a few minutes of starting. It had been a surprise to both of them, but
Melissa hadn't wavered in her sucking in the slightest. Not after sucking her
meals out like that for over two years. She even savored the difference in
flavor and texture, having long grown tired of the taste from what the feeding
dick provided.
It was only a couple of days before Elsie gave it a try, and soon the two girls
fought over who was next to suck their horny brother. This satisfied Theo's
increasing horniness for a while, and quite honestly I was surprised at how long
it took before he wanted more. It must have been a good six or eight months
before Theo started getting restless, and finally one day while Elsie was
sleeping, Theo talked Melissa into letting him try something new.
At the first sign of pain, Melissa cried out for him to stop, and after Elsie
woke up and backed her up, Theo pulled the head of his dick out of Melissa's
stretched cunt.
But from that point on, Elsie was constantly having to protect her little sister
from Theo's attempts to seduce her into sex. And once Theo had tired of all the
different ways they could blow him, he started to use his increasing strength
while they had him in their mouth to force it into their throats, resulting in
their gagging and eventually refusing to do it anymore.
Theo became unreasonable, and the two girls quickly became afraid of him,
spending something like two months constantly worrying if he would force one of
them into something horrible while the other slept unaware.
But as it happens, Theo never did force himself onto either of them. He grew
increasingly frustrated, masturbating in front of them constantly, and stopped
talking to them for weeks at a time. Every once in a while, he would act like
his old self, but each time he did, one of the two girls would snuggle up to him
and later give him a blow job. That always led to a big yelling match when Theo
would try something the girls didn't want him to, then Theo would go off into
his dark cloud again while the girls watched each other's backs.
Everything changed when Elsie began showing her first signs of puberty. Melissa
was startled one morning to find Theo on top of Elsie with his cock inside her
slightly bleeding pussy while she licked his chin and rubbed her hands up and
down his sides.
At first, Elsie didn't seem to behave any different besides her morning fucks
with Theo. And Theo became considerably easier to live with after that, so
Melissa felt things had worked themselves out.
But as the months went by, Elsie's body grew more womanlike, her breasts being
the first thing to come in, almost immediately followed by her pubic hair and
periods. These things didn't concern Melissa very much, however, even after
they started having sex in the evenings. Elsie's changes seemed to just be the
way of things, having seen similar things happen to her brother.
But after Elsie and Theo had started to have sex in the afternoons too, she
quickly found herself being left alone for greater lengths of time, and started
worrying if they would reach a point where they wouldn't do anything but fuck.
Melissa spent a good year watching her brother and sister become increasingly
animal like in their behavior. Theo especially spoke less and less, eventually
only bothering to speak single word sentences. And as Melissa watched him fuck
Elsie's willing ass for the first time, she suddenly realized she would
eventually be just like them.
It was soon after Elsie's first butt fuck that Melissa's troubles began. She
was a good two years away from puberty yet, but after Elsie had done everything
with Theo, Theo became unsatisfied with Elsie.
Theo started to come on to her, once in a while speaking a word like 'sissy' or
'lover' as he kissed her cheeks and snuggled. Melissa never once enjoyed his
loving attentions, even while Elsie seemed to be watching and waiting to
intervene if he tried something.
Then one morning, Melissa awoke to discover Elsie was missing. She spent
unknown hours sobbing and crying for her sister to come back, and was still
doing so a few days later when Theo couldn't stand it any longer.
Melissa did what he demanded, and did the best she could to control her gagging
while he fucked her mouth. Theo thankfully didn't attempt anything beyond that
for several days, but as Melissa knew he would, by the fourth day he started to
mount her.
Melissa managed to get away from him and run, but seeing that there was nowhere
to hide, he eventually forced her back down to the floor.
Melissa begged, pleaded, even attempted to bribe him with her share of the food,
but Theo wasn't listening, and in one quick thrust tore through her hymen and
began to hump her tight passageway.
The pain wasn't as great as her terror, so when her hand clasped around
something laying on the floor, she immediately shoved it into his face. He was
screaming madly at her after she managed to get away from him, then watched him
wiping his own shit off of his face that she had seen him dump the night before.
She was thinking it had been a big mistake as he lurched towards her, but
quickly realized it was her best defense when he stopped in his tracks from the
sight of the shit covered hand she had held out in front of her.
Theo made three more attempts over the following two days, each time stopping
when Melissa had grabbed a handful of shit. But after his third try, he lost
control of his temper and hit her a few times before forcing her to lay still
long enough for him to try and enter her ass.
Melissa was in such pain she freaked, quickly becoming so frantic that Theo
couldn't keep a hold of her. Instead of running away, however, Melissa
attacked, using her fingernails as claws, giving him several painful scratches
on his chest and arms, and two gashes on his left cheek that left a scar.
She awoke startled realizing she had cried herself asleep, then realized Theo's
eyes were watching her as he masturbated his seven inch cock a foot away from
her face. She instantly got off so the bed was between them, preparing to scoop
the pile of shit into one hand while holding the other up, ready to strike if
need be.
But Theo had a sad look in his eyes, and he said "Miss sissy."
When Melissa didn't respond, he seemed to have difficulty thinking a moment,
then said, "Theo sorry. Promise you safe from Theo if you eat him enough."
"You won't try hurting me any more?" Melissa said shakily, seeing how badly her
brother's mind had been affected.
"Mel no hurt Theo, Theo no hurt Mel. Promise, sissy."
And he kept his word. They spent two months together before Elsie was suddenly
returned to the room. Elsie was as happy to see them as they were of her, but
it became very evident that she wasn't quite the same girl who had left.
As another year went by, Theo completely lost his ability to talk, and sometimes
had trouble understand what was said to him. Elsie wouldn't tell Melissa what
had happened to her, and Theo simply didn't care any more. But as time went on,
Elsie began trying to prepare her for something bad.
Both girls cried when they awoke to find Theo missing, and while he was gone,
Melissa began finding Elsie watching her while masturbating like Theo had. But
Theo was returned several weeks later, and while he didn't seem to know or care
about who they were, he never once attempted to touch Melissa, and Elsie was
contented enough with him that she stopped looking at Melissa like she was a
piece of meat.
Over the next few years, either Theo or Elsie would increasingly turn up missing
when Melissa awoke, and she got used to the fact one of them would be gone for
days, weeks, or months at a time. She spent a few months alone, but then was so
relieved when she found Elsie on the bed next to her, she didn't notice the way
Elsie seemed larger in the tummy than before.
Melissa was utterly dismayed to realize her sister didn't recognize her, but a
few days later she was relieved to hear Elsie say her name. While Melissa cried
and hugged her, Elsie was trying to tell her something important.
When Melissa settled down enough to listen to the few words Elsie was able to
still say, she was shocked by the two things she hadn't noticed which should
have been completely obvious to her.
The first of course was the fact that Elsie was pregnant and that she would be
having a baby in five or six months. But the other thing Elsie told her
completely blew Melissa away. For while she had been alone without a mirror to
look at herself, she had completely missed the fact her breasts had started to
grow.
It took several days before Melissa didn't feel the dread and fear every moment
she was awake. She knew she would soon wish to fuck her brother, probably
fighting Elsie to do it, and forgetting how to speak long sentences. And it was
only a week after Elsie returned that Melissa felt her first urge to touch
herself.
She resisted for what seemed to her as an eternity, but in reality was only
roughly five days. Finally Melissa couldn't stop herself from trying out the new
source of pleasure she felt in her crotch, and after bringing herself to her
first orgasm, she found her sister moving Melissa's limp hand out of the way and
burrowing her face into the young girl's cunt.
>From that point on, Melissa's memories felt strangely hollow, almost like the
little girl within her had disattached and fallen away while she started
following the path her siblings had taken.
Melissa began initiating the sexual contact with her sister more frequently,
where the second day after succumbing to her pleasure, she imitated her sister's
tongue work and was rewarded by bringing Elsie to an orgasm.
Theo returned a few weeks later, and without any sort of ceremony, he fucked his
little sister all through the night and into the next day. Theo simply didn't
care about anything but eating, sleeping, and fucking, and during Elsie's
pregnancy, Melissa had to satisfy both of them to prevent them from hurting the
baby by fucking the way they liked to.
Then when Elsie's pregnancy was nearing completion, Melissa awoke to find
herself in different surroundings. She was laying in a soft bed for the first
time in years, in a room with a door and furniture. And as her excitement grew,
she became aware that she also wasn't alone.
A nude white man I didn't recognize walked up to her with his average size dick
in hand. Melissa found herself filled with a heated desire to suck and fuck
that cock, and proceeded to do so energetically.
Afterwards, he led her to a shower and began reeducating her on how to wash
herself. Her mind was flooded by the pleasure of his touch, his breath, his
voice, and especially his cock, and followed his every suggestion as he had her
shave her legs and underarms, sat still as another nude woman cut her hair, and
willingly fucked him with her heart and soul whenever he wished.
He spent three days with her in that bedroom and bath, sleeping with her, eating
with her, and instructing her how he wished her to act and live. She eagerly
accepted everything he said, trusting him beyond a doubt he would make sure she
was happy.
In fact, the only time she felt any fear or pain from him was when he gave her
an injection with a syringe twice a day. But minutes after he pulled the needle
from her arm, she found herself in a happy daze, listening and nodding to
everything he told her, finding his wishes impossible to disobey.
On the third day, he told her how important it was that she satisfy every man or
woman who came to see her. He told her if she made him proud that he would fuck
her again soon, and that brought her to happy tears, for she realized she only
desired to feel his cock within her again.
No sooner than he left, another man came in with his small cock pulsing in front
of him. She eagerly licked and sucked him off, then used her every last bit of
energy to make herself as tight a fit as she could for him when he fucked her.
She was given an hour to rest before the next man came in, and spent the rest of
the day pleasuring cocks smaller than her own brother's. The following morning
she was overjoyed to have the first man come and fuck her, then spent the rest
of the morning and early afternoon fucking and suck five more cocks before she
had her first female customer.
The white woman was not in any way as near as sexy as Melissa was, but a wave of
new excitement passed through her from just the sight of her naked body. She
remembered his words while her mind was in its hazy drug induced trance that
Melissa would find women's juices taste better than his own cock did.
And even though the woman never attempted to pleasure Melissa as she did her,
Melissa found she couldn't resist anything she asked. The more Melissa did for
her, the more aroused she became and eager to do more.
Over the next few days, Melissa found she in fact had been given to that woman
by the man who she desperately wished to please. The man eventually drugged her
again, and there after called him her master, and her mistress. Master and
Mistress were married, and to Melissa's pleasure found them both using her quite
often, sometimes at the same time.
She only had nine other male customers, and for a while she was kept busy
fucking night and day. But after the first month or so, she had lost her
newness, and found herself masturbating while fantasizing about one of them
fucking her.
Mistress brought an older black man with a large cock with her one day, and to
her dismay only fucked Mistress while Mistress chewed on Melissa's tits. And I
do mean chewed. It was no wonder Melissa didn't find any of my nipple nibbling
painful. One of the times her Master was with her and her Mistress, he gave her
another dose of that drug and let his wife maul her lovely breasts while telling
Melissa she didn't feel a thing.
I took a moment to examine her mind, and was concerned to find the pathways for
her breast's sense of pain had been redirected to produce only a mild itching.
The problem I found here was not from the fact her mind had been altered, in the
way it was. It appeared that the drug he had used on her had somehow programmed
her in the same way my telepathy could have done. If I hadn't have known
better, I could have sworn only a telepath could program a mind with such
accuracy with so little effort.
It was soon after that one instance where another sex slave had been involved
that her Master announced he would be fucking her ass next. Something inside
Melissa was terrified of this, and when her Master attempted to do it, she did
everything possible to prevent him. And somehow her resistance didn't fade at
all after her Master attempted to use the drug on her several times to make her
beg to be fucked in the ass.
That was when everything fell apart for her. Her Master made it a standing
order than no one was to fuck her unless it was in her ass. After several
attempts were made by each of the small endowed men, Melissa resorted to the
only weapon she had.
The next time her master came to see her, the room was filled by the smell of
shit. She not only had smeared herself with her own feces, but had also managed
to get it on every piece of furniture, making sure every knob, handle, and
painting had a sufficient amount to disgust anyone who dared to touch or view
them.
It wasn't until weeks after being locked up in a single room like I had been
that her mind pieced together who that black man had been. The next time her
Master visited her, she pretended to be sorry and willing to make it up to him,
and at the first chance she got, she took out her family's revenge by biting the
prick's prick off and swallowing it whole.
I'm not going to go through the terrible things she was put through after that,
but once they had tired of torturing her without having any psychological
effects, she hadn't seen a single soul in over four years until she woke up in
the room with me. She didn't know what happened to her brother or sister, or
her sister's baby. And after they had finished with her punishment, Melissa had
only slightly noticed she didn't have her periods anymore.
I felt so guilty for what I had been planning to do to her. So once I made sure
she wouldn't urinate on me again, I skipped the idea of making her a willing
butt fucking partner and concentrated on redoing my own programming.
I had a lot of difficulty keeping my mind on its task. Whatever drug they were
using to dullen the mind had obviously been working as designed, and at the time
I just had enough sense to program a reoccurring fasting after every three days
of eating, and would fast until I could reset the timer in my head. I also put
in a way to trigger my fast immediately in case I needed it, and added more
programming to keep myself from losing control of myself to my anger or lust.
I spent hours trying to think of anything else to add before dropping off, then
awoke startled to hear the familiar sounds of dinner being pumped in to its
dispenser.
I shakily joined Candy/Melissa at the rubber cock's head, and quickly filled my
tummy with the wonderful mixture of nutrients and drugs. I was just starting to
feel normal again when the last peep from my telepathy made me jump. I had
sensed another intelligence inside the room.
I strained to use my telepathy again, but the only thing I got back was a
headache. Even while I fucked Melissa, I was constantly on edge, ready to fight
for flee if the other person decided to reveal themselves.
Now that I knew who she was and the reasons she did the strange things she did,
I found myself accepting the odor of her shit laying in the middle of the room.
I knew it gave her a feeling of security, knowing her only weapon from being
raped by her captors was always there to be grabbed. And to tell you the truth,
I got used to the smell. I only really noticed it when it was fresh out of the
oven.
Over the next few days, I caught her looking at me with the same little girl
looking out the bus window look I had seen before. I wasn't sure if it was
because I had started to show more tender feelings for her, or that I suddenly
started calling her by her real name. But whatever the reason, Melissa
surprised me with the most wonderful gift I could imagine.
I had decided to attempt making love to her instead of the animal fucking we
usually do after every meal. So as soon as we finished the last meal before my
fast began, I got her to sit down between my legs and held her in my arms while
I kissed her cheeks and neck.
She felt concerned that I was attempting to lure her into having anal sex,
especially since my dick was throbbing between us from the drug induced arousal.
But after explaining I would never attempt to fuck her ass without her
permission, Melissa relaxed and let me whisper sweet nothings in her ear.
I laid us back after Melissa's body had grown limp to my caress. I smiled
lovingly into her face as she turned herself over, and met her lips as they
approached. For a moment Melissa surged with her arousal and started to
friskily impale my mouth with her tongue, but then she got a hold of herself and
gave me her first heartfelt kiss.
While our bodies screamed at our minds to hurry up, our hearts continued holding
our reins back, keeping us at a nice slow pace. Her body never felt so good on
top of me before, and I kept telling her how beautiful she was, and how much she
meant to me. We must have spent a good half hour just kissing and me softly
telling her these things.
Finally after we both had our share of the soft sweet stuff, Melissa lowered her
dripping wet cunt over my drooling cock, and I told her I loved her before I was
all the way in her.
She looked at me with a sincere face, then brought her lips over to my right
ear. I felt her tongue lick my lobe, then she barely breathed the words, "I
love Timmy too."
Before I could exclaim my surprise, Melissa drove herself back down over my
dick, making my overly stimulated cock send a wave of pleasure coursing through
my mind and body. And despite my own commands to prevent losing myself in my
lust, I did just that, forgetting for the moment she had revealed a most private
secret to me.
We fucked steadily and uncontrollably for a good twenty minutes before I pumped
what felt like a gallon of cum into her orgasming cunt. Then as she recovered
her energy, I wiggled out from under her and quickly assumed a sixty nine
position.
After eating her Master's cum out of her Mistress, Melissa had wondered what it
would feel like to have someone eat cum out of her. So as my dick rehardened
just below her chin, I began to do my best to lick and suck the tablespoon of my
cum out of her.
I had never made her wiggle with pleasure like that before. I must have driven
her to three orgasms before I had to stop and rest my tired mouth and tongue.
Not that they got to take it easy for very long.
After I had stopped, Melissa sucked my dick into her mouth and began trying to
deep throat me with great effort. Without any help from me, she quickly
relearned to inhibit her gag reflexes and was guiding my cock deep in and out of
her oral cavity.
But to top everything off, while I started moaning with my tired mouth Melissa
began teasing my rose with her fingers, loosening my back door enough to slip
two of her fingers in. The moment her finger started fucking my ass, I came so
hard in her mouth I nearly blacked out from the force.
She gave me a minute to regain my senses, then started moving her finger in and
out of my ass again. My cock reversed its deflation, and I knew she was ready
for some more of my tongue from her own tongue's movements.
But when I was unsuccessful in making her cum once while she had made me cum
twice more, we finally moved back to the old fashioned positions. I managed to
stay hard long enough for her to get herself off, then fell asleep high and dry.
The next day and a half was another experience of hell, but the withdraw wasn't
as bad as last time overall. After spending a good hour scanning for the
intelligence I had felt last time, I checked for any signs of a new crazy, then
gave up since I couldn't tell one from the other anyway.
I didn't feel anything unusual as my telepathic power faded away, and Melissa
happily spent the evening making out with me before fucking like we always do.
But then the next morning, Melissa shocked the hell out of me. Just as we were
reaching our third orgasm, to my horror, I felt that warm sensation down there.
All I could do was stare at her as the golden liquid dripped off the sides of my
belly and through the floor's grating. Then with a steady look of satisfaction
pointed directly at me, she wiggled her body just to rub it in a little.
As soon as I recovered from my shock, I closed my eyes and triggered my fasting
to begin. Since I had only had it in my system for around twenty four hours,
the withdraw had been considerably shortened, but my head was slower to clear
its fuzziness.
While I was just starting to awaken with a killer headache and my mind full of
cobwebs, I suddenly felt a distant call.
"Tim! Help me! Link, QUICK!"
No sooner had I let Joey form a share link with me, I felt him invade my mind.
But before he could do much, I pushed him out and sealed him off from attempting
it again.
But to my horror I found Joey had managed to lock out my ability to break the
share link with him, and that's when I knew that things were very bad.
Then just as I began trying to trace Joey's mind using the trail left by the
message he had trick me with, I found myself very drowsy. I issued a last
ditch command to prevent my mind from dropping its shield, even if it meant
causing brain damage by draining sugar from other areas of my brain. As I
slipped into unconsciousness, Joey's mind announced, "Thanks for being a
dumb-fuck."
The next thing I knew, I was being smothered by a deliriously happy Melissa as
she hugged and kiss my very sore body.
"I feel like I got hit my a train. Oh, my head hurts!" I said holding it as a
very large sledge hammer continued pounding on it.
"Melissa, stop! My head can't take it!"
Surprisingly, she did stop her hugs and other forms of painful displays of
affection. I nearly drifted off before realizing I wasn't laying on a stainless
steel bed.
My eyes had trouble focusing on the glowing ceiling above me, but appeared to be
the same one I had woken up to the past month or two. I slowly moved my gaze to
also find the same walls around me, but the floor was carpeted, and the room had
a few furnishings in it.
Including the very large and plush bed I was laying in. The comfort it brought
only drew my attention to the new discomforts my body was feeling. The greatest
of these was a collar around my neck, and as I painfully found out, it had metal
prongs that dug into my skin and hurt like a bitch if I tried to move it.
After making the mistake of trying to sit up, I quickly submitted myself to
falling back asleep to escape the agony I felt.
Someone was talking to me, and as I struggled back to the real world, I felt my
heart jump when I heard a familiar voice say, "Come on, my pretty boy. Wake up
for your Mistress."
I tried to snap my eyes open, only to find them sluggish to comply. And when I
tried to say "Carol?" it came out more like "Ngnl.."
"That's it, wake up and let me take care of my pretty boy. He's such a pretty
boy, isn't he Melissa?"
Sitting beside me on the bed sat the woman I had almost been enslaved by. And
even as I fought my need to barf, I couldn't help but feel comforted by her warm
smile.
"That's better," she said, rubbing my astonished cheeks. But before I could
look around or say anything, my vision started to blur, and I felt myself
slipping back into darkness.
I slowly awoke to a quiet silence that I hadn't heard in a long time. The room
was dimly lit, and the normal sounds of fans and other machinery were missing. I
felt a little better, and found the itchy feeling in my arm to be an I-V with
its bottle hanging above my head. Both Carol and Melissa were asleep next to
me, both appearing quite healthy and unhurt. I on the other hand...
"Shit, what did they do to me?" I thought to myself. I had stitches in my arm,
I was bruised all over, and parts of my skin felt like they had been burned. I
couldn't move my head without the collar hurting my neck, and as I took
inventory of my bits and pieces, I discovered my ass had been fucked raw.
I felt extremely sleepy from the few minutes of stretching my senses to their
maximum, and didn't hesitate to let it take me away again.
Carol was gone when I awoke, but Melissa came over to me and offered me a
banana. I suddenly felt ravenous, and accepted the first real food I had tasted
in a long time.
I found myself feeling very energetic, and didn't realized how good I felt until
I had gotten up off the bed with a raging hardon. I checked myself out real
good, going through a mental checklist of sorts, and came to the conclusion I
had again been asleep a for long while.
I couldn't believe how horny I was. Even though I had real food to eat, the
first thing I did was walk up to Melissa and started gnawing on her tits. She
didn't waste any time to force me to the floor and spending a good hour fucking
my willing cock.
It wasn't until several hours later that I discovered by accident that my
telepathy was completely unhampered by any drugs. I quickly confirmed I was
still within a wall of insanity, but I found there were several others within
the wall who were patiently waiting to be call upon.
After reaching out to the first mind to find out who they were, I frantically
raced from one mind to the next fearing what I already knew to be true.
Mick, Jen, Tracy, Scooter, Paul, Rita, Gina, Randy, oh God even little Johnny,
were all there sitting, laying, or standing waiting for someone to tell them
something to do. I immediately recognized the zombie command that Joey had used
on Michael, and it made me internally shudder realizing he was the one who had
done it.
I was busily checking to see if he had altered their minds beyond just the
simple zombie command, when I suddenly realized someone was missing from the
group of summer camp friends.
"Eric.." I said softly, straining my abilities to their max. I found no trace
of Eric anywhere, including the recent memories of my friends. As far as I
could tell, Eric had simply either been missed or escaped from being captured
some how.
I did find a lot of Joey in their memories. Or should I say Joseph. He had
insisted Scooter and Paul to call him Joseph before he had led them out of sight
and hit them with his zombie commands. But there was an even more startling
difference in Joey, er Joseph more than just changing his name. His hair was
dyed black and wore some kind of darkening lipstick that gave him an.. evil
look.
I knew this was for my benefit, but I couldn't help but feel my chest tighten
from the image. Especially the way Joey had acted after he had gotten them back
to what he called his lair.
Joey had raped each and ever one of them. Well, I say raped, even though at the
time they were perfectly willing to do whatever he said. But they were not
consciously aware of it happening, and I suppose that was a good thing.
Especially for Johnny who was still as innocent as he had been a year ago. Well,
almost as innocent. I couldn't help but grin to find he had played doctor with
his ten year old cousin, Beth.
After that brief amusement, I didn't find anything else that made me smile.
After another half hour, I couldn't stand scanning their minds any longer. The
things Joey had made them do just proved how pathetic Joseph was. But just as I
was about to close my probe, I ran across a obvious message from Joseph to me.
Mick had been the first for Joey to capture. Apparently he had gone off to do
it the moment he had tricked me into allowing the share link. But as soon as he
had zombiefied Mick, he had used Mick to set a trap for...
"Oh, Suzi," I said shedding a few tears as Joey and a few of Steven's other
slaves tranquilized her and a few others who obviously were there to guard her.
Joseph used Mick as a live video camera, recording Suzi begging Joey to stop,
watching him turn her into a fuck slut and sharing her with seven others, then
undid it all just so I could see her expression afterwards. And then Joey led
them both mindlessly into a room where Steven waited, standing next to a chair
with straps which Suzi sat down in without a word.
As I watched Steven use his drug on my Suzi, I suddenly wanted to rip his heart
out. I got up and started smashing anything I could lift as I continued playing
the memories of Suzi's brainwashing. Steven effectively supressed her will,
gave her new memories and new desires, caused her to have orgasms with a simple
suggestion, some while she was dying her own hair black and putting on black
fingernail polish and black lipstick.
After four days of work, Suzi was happily trying to suck her own anal fluids off
of Joseph's dick while Steven fucked her already well fucked ass. As soon as I
saw that much, I didn't bother watching anything else. I knew for the sake of
my loved ones I had to destroy Steven's operation and remove all memory of how
to make the drug he had used. If that meant killing my former two lovers, so be
it. I just prayed to God I wouldn't have to prove I could do such a thing.
What made me think of killing them? If the twins couldn't undo the damage
Steven had done, I'd rather see them both dead than watch them live on like
that. Or at least that was how I felt at the time. My mind was so restricted
by the commands I had placed in my head, I simply wasn't able to think straight
any more.
Melissa had watched me very carefully, not interfering in my release of anger,
and not trying to comfort me while I beat my hand against the solid wall, crying
my eyes out while my heart got torn to shreds. I finally couldn't stand it
anymore and began to power up a pulse greater than anything I had ever attempted
before.
You see, I was fairly certain the pulse would not only break through the wall of
insanity, but also burn out my mind as well. I was sort of killing two birds
with one fucking big boulder, as I liked to say. Without me, Joe... Joseph
would be useless to Steven. And hopefully my mom and dad would somehow save
them.
I spent a few hours building the massive pulse up, going beyond the point it
gave me a headache, beyond the point where I thought I could withstand the
release. I knew Joseph would feel its release, and most likely feel it hit him
too, but he wouldn't be able to stop it once I had let it go. Hell, I couldn't
even stop it. Once it passed that critical point, the only way to stop its
release would be for someone to shoot me in the head. Nobody did that, yet.
Just before I let it go, I remember feeling my nose start to bleed. Probably
from all the extra blood I had been forcing into my brain to keep it working
while it absorbed more and more energy from other places in my body. The stream
of blood that came out must have been a scary sight, but since every neuron of
my mind was releasing the energy they had stored, I didn't feel anything but the
steady pain of my mind being burnt out.
My pulse was keyed to only be detected by any telepath it reaches. If somehow I
survived long enough, I would also feel the pulse being reflected by who ever
detected it. I had never imagined actually feeling the response, figuring my
mind would be a vegetable by the time the reflection came back. But that wasn't
the case, for the moment I sent it out, it reflected back at me, nearly causing
me to fall over from the intensity.
I had just enough time to see the little girl look on Melissa's face before the
world went black around me. If I had only figured out she had been a telepath
before, I might have not tried to kill myself. Lucky for me, I had overlooked
something even more obvious.
The first thing I expected to find in the afterlife certainly was not somebody
yelling "I said WAKE UP!" then experiencing the strange sensation of a foot
hitting my stomach. You either? Fancy that.
"Fucking-Son-of-a-BITCH!" a familiar voice said as another blow hit my stomach.
As my empathic senses came back online, I felt this intensive wave of hatred
pointed towards me, making me cringe. While I gasped for my knocked out wind, I
sensed the foot heading straight for my gut again and somehow I managed to catch
it.
With strength I didn't have, I savagely twisted it, attempting to snap it right
off. But all I managed to do was make Joseph even angry by making him fall.
"Do that again," I said still gasping, "and I'll kill you where you stand."
That got me a good kick in the face, and I was tempted strongly to prove I meant
it. But instead I simply caught his foot as it returned for another go, and
sent a pulse of engulfing pain through his left leg.
But just as his screams stopped, my own started as the collar around my neck
began turning my nerves inside out.
"Joseph, stop torturing him," Steven's voice boomed out of the hidden speakers.
"Yes, Steven," Joseph meekly replied.
The pain stopped a moment later, and it took me a few minutes to recover. But
by that time I had gotten a good look at the new Joey.
He wore black, still had his hair died black, and like Suzi his fingernails and
lips were also painted black.
"You Fucking asshole. You tried to kill yourself. If I wanted you dead, I
would have taken the pleasure of doing it myself," Joseph said with bitter
hatred.
"Joey, what did he do to you?" I said, finding it so unbelievable he could ever
hate me so much.
"You know exactly what he did. He freed me from your control," Joseph replied.
"My control? HE'S controlling you! Can't you see that?" I said desperately.
"I'm not going to listen to your shit. I came here to tell you your pulses will
never make it through. No one but me ever knew it happened."
"So after you felt it, you came here to kick the living shit out of me," I said.
"Oh Joey. Why did you do that to Suzi. You loved her as much as I did."
"I still love her. That's why she had to be freed. And now she's Steven's. I
gave her to him."
"YOU WHAT!" I said struggling to my feet. "YOU GAVE SUZI TO THAT MONSTER!"
Joseph became extremely angry and said, "YOU'RE the MONSTER! You turned my
mother into your fuck doll, and did the same to me and Suzi. If Steven hadn't
told me not to kill you, I'd... I'd.. I'd eaten you're heart out!"
"Come ON! Take your best SHOT!" I said, finding his anger very contagious.
"You'd like that, wouldn't you, ass hole. Let me tell you something. After I
free your mom, I'm going to spend all week with her. She's going to have my
baby. Steven even said so."
Suddenly we locked eyes on each other, and I willing opened the empathic
connection intending to use it to cripple him with my anger and fear. But I
completely misjudged the intensity of the hatred Steven had given him, realizing
too late that Joseph had been doing his best to contain the largest part of it.
His hatred pushed my meager defenses aside, pushing me down into myself, my
heart beating faster, my body growing colder.... hearing someone screaming....
colors fading.... Joey's smiling face saying "goodbye, asshole"...
Oh Joey. I'm so sorry......
I love you Suzi....
Suzi...
Suzi...
nothingness...
I was in nothingness...
No light
No sound
No pain
No pleasure
Not even a fucking infomercial.
Time passed.
Lots of time.
Days,
weeks,
months...
they all passed slowly.
Unable to think
I had no conception of anything but the nothingness
and the passage of time...
I felt the months stretch out to years
Years into decades
Nothing changing, just plain nothing.
Until...
I felt my awareness increase slightly,
Just enough to form thoughts...
'Am I alive?'
'Is this Hell?'
'So many years... '
'Was that my body growing older?'
'It's been so long.'
'I must be an old man by now.'
'So many years.'
'My Mom just died. I know she did.'
'I wish I was dead.'
'There you are.'
'What? You are you?'
'Please come back out?'
'Come back out?'
'Don't you know how?'
'Who are you?'
'Please come back out?'
'Are you an angel?'
'No, silly. I'm just a girl.'
'Who are you?'
'Please come back out?'
'WILL you PLEASE STOP THINKING THAT!'
' '
'What?'
' !'
'I can't understand you.. COME BACK!'
Empty time rolled on. I was aware, yet there was nothing to be aware of.
Boredom doesn't even begin to describe the nothingness of my existence.
'Hello? Can anyone hear me.. Echo.. Shit.'
'Shit'
'Who said that?'
'Squirmy'
'Squirmy? Squirmy who'
'Squirmy the Squid. HeeeHeee'
'??'
'I must be going mad'
'Mad?! Mad!? They call me mad. Just because I killed all those alien
creatures disguised as trashcans... They locked me up! Tell me this. If
aliens didn't eat our trash, where does it all go?'
'Uhm, the dump, or that's what I was told.'
'Exactly. Have you seen my button? I lost it and I need it to open my pants. I
can't open my pants without my button.'
'Sorry. Do you know how to get out of here?'
'Out of where?'
'Bzzzz'
'Oh.. I gotta go. My pet mosquito needs me.'
'BBzzzz...'
'Wait! Oh! DAMNIT'
'ghnet'
'huh?'
'He said nice place you have here'
'Thanks. What place.'
'This place. Nice and roomy, and not too dirty. Eww.... I spoke too soon.'
'Hey! Stay out of my personal memories. And please don't leave when I ask you
this. Who are you?'
'My name is... That's funny, I don't.. Oh yeah. My name is Fuck Me. I used to
have another name, but I can't remember it. Just call me Fuck.'
'ghnet'
'oh, and this is ghnet. He's my boyfriend.'
'ghnet'
'Does he say anything besides.. ghnet?'
'Sure. Sometimes when he gets excited, he says ghnet ph. He's so sexy when he
says that.'
'ghnet'
'Oh, here comes Brainstormer. I hope he doesn't try and take over. He always
pisses me off when he does that.'
'Brainstormer? What do you mean take over?'
'ALL BEHOLD! THE ONE, THE ONLY.. BRAINSTORMER!'
'Weeee! Yeah Brainstormer!!'
'Thank you, Thank you! You're such a lovely audience. Here, have a Cow!'
'MOOO!'
'Did you hear the one about the... hey, this is a nice place you have here.'
'So I've been told. Were are all of you coming from?'
'Here and there. Oh, don't look now! You have something on you're shirt. HA,
HA. Made you look! And you don't even have a shirt!'
'ghnet'
'Ah, Ghnet. Ghnet, Ghnet, Ghnet. I have a riddle for you. What's red, white
and purple all over, and uses his dick to write with?'
'ghnet'
'Shit! How did you know? No one has ever gotten that one before...'
'MOOOO!'
'Brainy, could you get rid of the cow? I think Nat is about to join us, and you
know how she is about cows.'
'MOOO ERK!'
'Ha HAA!.. Where's the BEEF! Say.. Did you hear the one about the polka dot
pig?'
'No. How many of you are there? And where are you coming..'
'Did I hear a Cow?'
'No, Nat. There are no cows in here. Or squirrels. Or lizards.'
'Oh, good. You know I just hate lizards.'
'ghnet'
'Fuck! Can't anyone answer me a simple question?'
'No, but thanks for asking.'
'No, not you. I mean, yes you. But.. Oh, forget it.'
'ghnet'
'Really ghnet?'
'ghnet'
'Oh, well. It's been nice meeting you'
'Huh? Wait a minute. Can you tell me how to get out of here? Hello? ghnet?
Brainstormer? Nat? Where did everyone go? FUCK!'
'psst'
'What?'
'Did I hear you say you wanted to fuck?'
'No, not exactly, but okay. I'd like to fuck. How do we EAAAAAAAAAAACK!'
'Have a nice day.'
I was dizzy within my own mind. The nothing was spinning around me. Or more
like I was spinning around in the same thought pattern. I was stuck in a loop
and couldn't break out. The same thought kept repeating over and over and over.
'How do we EAAAAAAAAAAACK!'
'How do we EAAAAAAAAAAACK!'
'How do we EAAAAAAAAAAACK!'
'How do we EAAAAAAAAAAACK!'
'How do we EAAAAAAAAAAACK!'
'How do we EAAAAAAAAAAACK!'
'How do we EAAAAAAAAAAACK!'
'How do we EAAAAAAAAAAACK!'
'How do we EAAAAAAAAAAACK!'
'How do we EAAAAAAAAAAACK!'
'How do we EAAAAAAAAAAACK!'
'How do we EAAA...'
'You must have met psst. He's so silly.'
'Please. Help me? Help me get out of here.'
'So, you want to come back?'
'YES!'
'Okay. But promise you won't tell on me. I don't want to get into trouble.'
'I promise. I won't tell anyone about you, whoever you are.'
'Silly. It's me. Melissa.'
'Melissa? Oh, Thank GOD. Why have you waited so long to contact me in here?'
'I didn't know you had gotten lost until yesterday. I've spent a week in my old
room before they let me back in with you. It took me a while to find you. And
then Elsie had to go eat, so I had to leave you for a few minutes.'
'A week? Elsie? You mean you've seen your sister?'
'How do you... Oh.. So you can do it too? I've never met someone who wasn't
coo-coo who can peek-a-boo too. Except for mommy, I mean.'
'peek-a-boo?'
'Silly. I peek in your head, you peek in mine. Peek-a-boo.'
'Oh.. Yeah. I can peek-a-boo. But what about Elsie?'
'I haven't seen that Elsie for a long time. When I had to hide from the bad
men, I made a new Elsie to hide me. She's always taken care of me.'
'I don't understand. You made a new Elsie? Out of what?'
'Come back out and I'll show you, silly. Please come back out? Elsie and I
miss you.'
'I've missed you too. God, how I've missed you. I've missed everything. Sight,
smell.. heh. Fucking.'
'You're just like all those men. All you want to do is... that. That's why I
have to have Elsie do it for me.'
'I'm not like those men. Just.. Please show me how to get out of here? I
don't know how..'
'You can peek-a-boo, can't you? Then peek-a-boo out. It's that easy.'
'But I can't peek-a-boo like this. I've tried. I've been trying all these
years without feeling anything. How long have I been in here, anyway?'
'I already told you. A week. You need me to help you?'
'A WEEK? It felt like centuries! YES I need you to help me! Please? Now?'
And just like that, I felt myself being pulled up a long dark passageway,
sensing turns and dead ends all around me, and other twisted corridors leading
who knows where. Actually, this came to me all very abstract like. I didn't
see anything, just sensed there were many different paths to get lost in.
It certainly was a different perspective of my mind I had never 'seen' before.
Or anyone's mind for that matter. And it took seemingly several hours for her
to guide me out. My perspective of time while in there was very distorted, and
the actual time to pull me out only took a few minutes. How she knew her way
out, or even how she found me in the first place I'll never know.
I could sense we were nearing the end of the 'tunnel', and I rushed ahead when I
felt some familiar sensations from my body. Then a light seemed to rush at me,
and suddenly I was staring up at that wonderful lovely ceiling again.
We were back in our old room, and I immediately found my ass and mouth sore from
what had to have been Joseph's sexual abuse of my body while I was away.
The share link was still open, and the commands Joseph had used to prevent me
from closing it were evidently still working too. I could have disabled them if
I could find them, but he had also made me unable to find any of his commands.
It was like looking for a red spot on a red wall while you were blindfolded and
wearing mittens.
My shield protecting my mind was down, and I discovered I was unable to raise
it. Joseph had taken the only defense I had away, and purposely left my mind
alone until he could take it from me while I knew he was doing it.
"What's the matter?" Melissa's thought to me.
I looked over at her, and was startled to see an entirely different person
looking at me with her face. But then I recognized the look in the eyes, and
thought to her, "How? WHo?" as I tried to feel her out.
The intelligence I had sensed that one day was now looking at me through
Melissa's eyes. I couldn't feel Melissa anywhere, just this... little girl
occupying her mind.
"What have you done with Melissa!" I though to her, afraid for her safety.
"I AM Melissa!" came the shocked reply. "Oh. You must mean Elsie. She's here,
see?"
Before my eyes, the little girl seemingly pulled... Melissa, or at least the
Melissa I had known and grown to love, pulled Melissa around her like a curtain
or a cloak.
Then just as Melissa, my Melissa, started getting excited to see me, the little
girl Melissa pulled back the curtain and sat there like a little girl waiting
for me to..
"Holy SHIT" I thought to her. "HOW do you DO THAT!"
"That was Elsie. I made her, remember? She keeps me safe from what the bad men
do to me, and she lets me go play with the others while she's running my body
for me."
"You... I think I'm starting to understand. Wait. What others?"
"My friends. Like psst, ghnet, Mama Pearl, and a whole lot more."
"You mean you can get past the wall of insanity?"
"Wall of insanity? What's that? My friends are all around us. Can't you feel
them?"
"All I can feel are... loonies. Oh God. Where are MY friends? They were all
waiting around for.. Oh Damn it. Please.. Not them too."
"Your friends are with my friends. Like... here.."
I felt her mind directing mine towards the insanity around us, and at first I
resisted her mental tugging. But I got a 'whiff' of who it was, and instantly
allowed her to take me there.
"I'm going to be sick," I thought to her. "It is Scooter. Why did you do this
to him? He's so screwed up. He's... Insane."
"It was the only way to keep him safe from the men. I've saved a lot of people.
See?"
She led me around to five other minds, each of them completely senseless and out
of their minds. On the fifth one, she surprise the hell out of me by undoing
the twists and knots in the woman's thought processes, and for a moment the
middle aged housewife was perfectly normal. But no sooner than the woman had
begun to comprehend her surroundings, Melissa redid the twists and knots and the
woman went back to rubbing her nose with her foot.
After touching that many screwed up minds, I had to lay still while the sick
feelings settled down.
Melissa grew a little bored, and suddenly thought to me, "I'll be back in a
little while. It's almost time to eat, and Elsie needs to go to the bathroom."
"Wait!" I thought back too late.
I tried contacting her, using every trick I could think of, but all I could get
back was 'Elsie'. And before I could take a close look at Elsie again, dinner
was served.
Hoping they left the telepathic suppressants out, I joined Elsie at the feeding
prick and ate my fill. They certainly didn't leave the stimulants out though.
Elsie and I were so quick to fuck, I forgot all about checking to see if she was
going to pee on me again.
I was just as upset as I had been when I felt the warmth flowing across my
crotch and tummy. But this time I didn't complain or struggle. I just grinned
and bore it, finding I needed Melissa's help in bigger matters than just fixing
an unpleasant fetish of Elsie's.
I waited and thought, and fell asleep with her on top of me. I woke up the next
morning to find Elsie still in control, and continued to wait and try to think
things out, feeling the time before Joseph came to take my mind running out.
Two days of nerve-racking patience went by. I had decided to take over Elsie's
mind in order to get Melissa's attention, but when I tried, I was horrified to
find Joseph had disabled even that.
I needed Melissa's help now more than ever. Without my telepathy to protect
myself, I only had my wits and physical strength, neither which were any match
for Joseph's right now.
Another three days went by with no sign of Melissa even peeking out. I was at
the bottom rung of desperation, my only comfort was feeling her warm urine
tingle its way across my skin as Elsie brought me to my third orgasm.
I blinked at that. When did that become a comfort? More than a comfort even. I
kind of liked it for once.
That was all I could think about for the rest of the day. And when I heard our
dinner starting to be pumped in, I felt excited that we would be trying it
again.
I could barely contain my excitement as we approached our third orgasm. And
when I felt the warm tingling liquid flush out of her and onto my bare crotch
and belly, I had the best orgasm she had ever given me. And when she discovered
I had enjoyed it, we did it again, but without as good of results.
I couldn't believe how horny it made me feel. I forgot all about my situation,
focusing on the pleasure I so desperately needed to feel. It was still gross to
me most of the time, but just thinking about the warm slippery feeling it had
against my skin... Well, when the cleaning cycle started that night, I helped
her gather and drink as much of the rinse cycle as she could.
Then instead of sleeping afterwards as we had always done, Elsie and I had oral
sex while our bodies were still relatively clean. But as soon as her bladder
was ready, I laid on my back and shivered all over with anticipation as she
prepared to mount me again.
I almost came when she squirted a little over the head of my dick. My moan
prompted her to do it again, and this time she released a large enough amount
that it covered my whole cock and started to run over my balls and down my
crack.
I had never felt anything as dirty and erotic as that before. I barely kept a
hold on my orgasm, and couldn't help but use my hand to rub my dick through the
small puddle on my lower belly. It felt like liquid sex, golden, all natural,
perverted pleasure juice.
As she mounted me, I felt some more spray against my stomach, and I quickly used
my hands to spread the pleasure water out over the rest of my stomach and part
of my chest. My dick was spasming, my skin was tingling, and my balls were
nearly on fire.
Elsie humped very slowly, every three or four pumps she would squirt just a
little more. By the fifth or sixth squirting, we both felt our orgasms peaking,
and I nearly bit my tongue off while moaning as she let the last bit gush out of
her. When the warmth of her urine hit my skin, I used my hands to spread it
around my chest and stomach, then started to do the same to hers.
She laid down on top of me, feeling our bodies slippery and wet from her piss,
and as we exchanged our mouth's own juices, my wet hands worked steadily to
spread the golden nectar over her back and sides. My cock stayed as hard as it
had been when we had started, and after we had rested a while, we rolled over
and I drove a while.
I panicked when I felt another mind touch mine, but relaxed when I realized it
was Melissa's. She shocked me when her commands entered my head, then suddenly
felt like I had to pee. I pulled my dick out of her cunt and took aim, feeling
my first and only urinating orgasm as I sprayed my piss on her chest and crotch.
As soon as I had instinctively shook it off, I reinserted it and collapsed on
top of her with a squish. We fucked until the new squishy sounds finally dried
up and stopped.
We both slept into the next day, but as soon as our meal came, we were up and at
it, and quickly repeated the events from the night before. The drugs which had
turned Melissa's brother, sister, and to a degree herself into mindless sexual
animals had finally been allowed to work on me. Joseph had removed the commands
which had protected me from its effects, and after being allowed to run free in
my system a while, it had started to make up for lost time.
But after the wet fun finally was over, the drug had saturated in my system,
giving me a period of clear thought. I was revolted by the sticky feeling and
strong smell we both had to live with. Even Elsie was uncomfortable, never
having had so much on her before.
Both of us were extremely shocked but grateful when the cleansing cycle came on
way too early. That was something which had never happened before. The
cleansing cycles were always at the same time each day, and they had never once
varied the entire time Melissa/Elsie had been there.
But when the rinse cycle continued past its normal time, I realized something
bad would be happening afterwards, and that this was someone's way of giving me
a little... comfort? Fun? I didn't know. But I didn't hesitate to use it. I
made love to my cellmate in the shower, knowing it would probably be our last
time together.
The cool water pouring down on us reminded me of that time with Penny in the
thunderstorm. And at that moment I knew it was Penny giving me this moment.
Perhaps she wasn't completely brainwashed by Steven after all.
By the time Elsie and I had exhausted ourselves, our skin was wrinkled, and we
were as grateful for the water shutting off as we had when it turned on. We
laid in each others arms, shivering as we always did after a shower, never
realizing we were falling asleep from the gas.
I don't remember waking up, just suddenly realizing I was in a soft bed again,
and that someone was speaking my name.
I felt strange too. Like I wasn't really there. Or more like I was there, but
just a passive bystander watching through my own eyes and listening through my
ears. I thought it was from the way my hands and arms were completely
immobilized, but later would realize that was not the case.
"Tim," Penny's voice said over to my right.
My head slowly turned towards her, and I gasped when I saw her.
"You're pregnant?" I said a bit slurred, staring at her slightly larger than
normal tummy.
"Yes," she simply stated before pulling the needle out of my arm.
"Who?"
"David, of course. He proved his worth better than Michael..."
I saw the strange look in her eye when she mentioned Michael's name. But before
I could attempt to use that, a huge muscular man suddenly appeared beside her.
"Holy shit," I said softly, realizing that 'man' was David. His face had filled
out along with the rest of him, and I couldn't believe the size of his muscles.
But what captured my interest the most was the protective feelings I was picking
up from him. He felt a lot like the David I used to know.
But it obviously wasn't. Not with the hatred he was feeling towards me. And
that prompted me to take a quick scan of Penny, to see if Michael had been right
or not.
As I began to look in her mind, I instantly realized Michael had told the truth.
There was no sign of her ever being brainwashed by Steven's drug, and that one
fact was all I cared to know right then.
"Why, Penny? Why did you help him? Why did you betray me?"
"Betray you? You betrayed me! You left me there to become my father's
plaything! And then when he stopped using me, and I had to go through being
rejected by the only man I loved, my own father!"
"I'm sorry, Penny. But I didn't know of any other way for you to accept him as
your father. You do love him now, don't you?"
"Of course I do. He's family."
I didn't realize the implications of her meaning right away, but the way she had
said it sounded so unlike her, I started to feel her mind out some more, only to
find I couldn't do anything but scan the thoughts she was actively thinking.
Without the power to control, I couldn't make her recall anything she wasn't
calling up on her own.
"I still don't understand why you would turn against me like this. How could
you just stand by and let Suzi get brainwashed into a sex toy? I thought you
two were friends? I thought we were friends."
"You don't understand how important it is for us to become the heads of the
family. After Steven explained it to me, I had to help him. He's my brother.
Nothing is more important than helping my family. And I didn't just stand by
while Suzi was turned into... I didn't know, okay? I would have stopped it if
I had known."
"Oh, and what about Dana and Jerry? You can't tell me you didn't have anything
to do with them. You've..." I paused from my emotions choking me up.
"I had no choice," she said coldly.
"Liar. You had a choice, and you chose to take out your revenge against the
world. That's the same reason why you took the only two people who would have
given their souls to you without you forcing it from them. And look what
happened! Michael's dead!"
"YOU BASTARD!" she cried, covering her eyes from my view. "Don't you think I
know that!" she shakily said.
David quietly held her shaking frame, glaring down on me for upsetting her. The
intensity of his gaze started making me nervous, knowing he could easily snap my
neck without any trouble at all.
"I'm sorry, Penny." I said. My empathic senses were picking up her emotions and
causing me some distress myself. But I was also just a bit sorry for unleashing
the pain and anguish my words had caused.
"If it helps any," I continued a minute later, "before Michael crossed over, he
forgave you, and wanted you to know he still loves you."
"What are talking about?" Penny asked looking at me with her red swollen eyes.
"You weren't with him when he died."
"No, I wasn't. I guess your spy net didn't pick up on this. Uhm, just believe
me when I say he communicated with me after he died. He asked me to help David,
and you."
"Now I know you're lying," she said coldly. "All I wanted to tell you was after
Joseph finishes with you, you would be given to me to be my slave. I didn't
want you to get hurt any more than you have to be."
"Oh? And where is my _old friend_? I can't believe he's allowed me to go this
long without torturing me before slowly taking my mind piece by piece," I said
bitterly.
I felt the familiar sting of a needle puncturing my arm, then heard the same
bitterness in Penny's voice as she said, "He's on his way back from capturing
your mother. You won't have to wait much longer. Goodbye, 'Master' Tim."
Before the blackness took me, I managed to whisper out, "I forgive you too,
Penny."
Okay, so I didn't mean that. And I knew it wouldn't make her change her mind,
but at least I had the satisfaction of knowing it hurt her more deeply than if I
had taken a knife to her heart.
As I had feared, I awoke back in my bachelor's suite, alone. The sounds of my
meal arriving didn't stir the excitement it usually did, and while I knew there
wouldn't be any drugs in it, I simply ignored my hungry stomach and the fully
erect rubber dick.
For the first time since arriving there, I had lost the hope of being rescued or
finding a way to escape. If my mom had been captured by Joey and Steven's gang
of tranquilizing gunmen, I knew they would threaten to kill me if she didn't
submit to Joseph's mental adjustment followed by Steven's brainwashing
treatment.
Joseph had also made sure there was no way for me to commit suicide in order to
save my mother, and without any other options left open to me, I decided my only
escape from their control was by going insane.
Of course, you simply can't decide to go crazy and expect it to just happen on
your own. I figured I had very little time before Joseph would take control of
my body and make me watch my mother under go the brainwashing, so I reached out
and searched for the mind that felt more insane than the rest.
As I was searching, I found Melissa's cover personality Elsie. But I couldn't
even leave a message with her for Melissa, and I didn't detect Melissa at all. I
had hoped she could have undone the commands Joseph had used on me, and perhaps
even taught me how to hide myself behind a cover personality like she did. But
instead of attempting to save myself while I had the chance, I had allowed
myself to be taken by the pleasure during our wet sex.
What food I had left in my stomach was quickly lost as I grew sicker from the
contact of so many unstable minds. I was in the middle of another dry heave
when I recognized one mind as Ghnet's. And I was shocked to discover that Ghnet
wasn't your everyday nut. Most of the people there had lost their minds from
failed attempts to enslave them. While Ghnet had been another failure in that
respect, he had been selected to be enslaved because of his underdeveloped
telepathic abilities.
And the next person I scanned was his girlfriend 'Fuck me' who had almost been
successfully enslaved using the same drug Penny's father had used on me. But
apparently Ghnet and Melissa had 'saved' her by their combined abilities.
I suddenly realized my best chance of achieving insanity was to find Psst and
ask him (or her) to fuck me.
But before I had the chance to do so, I heard a loud mechanical sound behind my
head. To my complete astonishment, the wall behind me was retreating. But the
moment it stopped, my heart sank as I felt the hatred from Joseph's eyes.
"That's right! Heeeeeeerrreeeeee's JOEY!" he said as his commands paralyzed me.
"I just came to see my old butt fuck after a long and tiring trip. I brought
something back for you."
"Oh goody! I hope it's your cock so you can fuck my ass again!" my voice said
without my consent.
"That too. Why don't we go someplace more comfortable so I can listen to you
scream in the comforts of home."
My body followed his orders, and I didn't even try to resist. I was beaten, and
doomed. I could feel how badly Joseph wanted me to put up a fight so he could
crush me, so I did the only thing I could to not satisfy him that way.
Surrender.
We seemed to walk a mile inside a huge warehouse like building, not even
bothering to study the equipment for who knows how many of those rooms they had.
All I could do was feel my sorrow for never getting another chance to tell the
real Joey and Suzi how much I loved them. Even as we walked into another
carpeted room like the one I had been in with Carol and Melissa, all I could
think of was my love for them.
"Will you stop feeling sorry for yourself!" Joseph said a bit shakily.
I hadn't realized he had been monitoring my brief stroll down depression lane.
But the instant I thought of using that to my advantage, I felt Joseph's mind
entering mine and begin his takeover.
I closed my eyes and shut out the sounds around me, letting myself fall into a
false sense of security, knowing in a few moments I would be seeing the world
differently.
I was slightly startled to find my eyes opening without my permission, and was
even more startled to find that Joseph hadn't made them do it. And when I got
down on my knees and began to beg him to hit me, my confusion peaked as I found
he again wasn't making me do it.
I quickly examined my own mind, not finding anything to be causing my body to
behave like this. There was no interruption between my body and mind, but I
certainly wasn't in control of myself either. I couldn't understand what was
happening.
But I suddenly realized the blows Joseph was delivering to my face and stomach
didn't cause me as much distress as they should. It felt as if I was in some
kind of dream, but yet I wasn't, and that what was happening wasn't being faked.
I was still clueless at to what was going on when Joseph finally tired of
beating me and stretched out on the floor while I struggled to remove his
clothes. My left eye caused that to be a little difficult since it was refusing
to open anymore after it had received too many blows.
But as he ordered me to suck him off, I found a hint to the answer for my body's
actions. I was feeling completely turned off by his cock, no longer having the
commands I had used on myself to find it appetizing, and was surprised to find
my dick becoming aroused without my or Joseph's directions. I began tracking
where the arousal was coming from, and that led me to finding another... me.
I quickly realized Melissa had in fact installed a duplicate personality of me,
and that was what was in control of my body. Up until Joseph had altered that
cover personality, my fake and true self were identical and thus it had done
everything as I would have done myself. But while Joseph continued to alter my
fake mind to be his sexual plaything, I could feel the distinct barrier between
my copy and the original grow.
And it was truly a barrier. I felt trapped inside, unable to make any effect on
my actions, and as Joseph moved us into a sixty nine position, I realized I was
about to miss the pleasure of what used to be my bestest friend giving me a blow
job seemingly all on his own.
As Joey's mouth swallowed me up, I could only scan his active thoughts to piece
together the source of this unexpected event. Meanwhile, the barrier prevented
very little of the pleasure he was giving me through, and that was easily
overwhelmed by the displeasure from knowing that Steven had fucked his mouth so
much it had imprinted into Joseph's brain as something Steven wished him to do.
Joseph had me roll onto my back, and his cock soon began plunging mercilessly
into my own throat. I was surprised to find my throat could take his size
without much stress, then remembered it must have been through this before
without my knowledge.
Joseph surprised me by not coming in my mouth. He instead had me stand up so he
could swiftly enter my willing ass. I was crying and screaming inside when I
felt Joey's mouth kissing my neck and shoulders as he fucked me. I wanted so
badly to tell him... It had felt so much like the old Joey as he did that, I...
I simply had never been so miserable in my life.
Then when he had me finish my blowjob on his freshly anal fucked cock, finally
cumming in my anxiously sucking mouth, I actually felt relieved by the
grossness, finding more comfort out of the cruel act than I thought possible
just from the simple knowledge that Joey would have never made me or anyone else
do that. Or so I believed.
We seemed to be waiting after he had gotten his breath back, and after a few
minutes of my voice telling him how much of an asshole I was, and how wonderful
he was, I nearly blacked out from shock when Suzi walked in.
But it wasn't my Suzi, any more than it was my Joey telling her to get on her
hands and knees for some ass fucking.
After that, I didn't have anything left to feel upset with. I simply watched as
Joey started to fuck her, then was only slightly surprised when Joseph had me
enter his ass. I didn't feel the least disgusted when Joey ordered me to fuck
her mouth until I came. We were just three sex slaves, one a little more free
than the rest, but all enslaved, not one of them feeling any discomfort, or
pleasure for that matter. Only I, trapped behind a mental barrier even
conceived there was something wrong with what was going on.
After Suzi and I had helped him dress, I suddenly found Joseph removing the
commands he had inserted in my fake personality. I hoped I would have some kind
of control again, but to my dismay I found that since the cover mind hadn't
learned anything I had discovered, we had grown apart too much for it to act as
I would wish.
But my heart leapt when my other self begged Joseph to let him give Suzi a kiss
goodbye, and surprisingly found Joseph agreeable to this.
As my hand stroked her cheek and I gazed at her with all my heart, I saw the
reason why he had allowed it. Suzi's eyes were as cold and dark as her dyed
hair, there being no trace of affection for me left within her.
I kissed her anyways, and for a moment I thought I had been the one to do it.
But instead of continuing to hold her as long as I could have, my other self let
her go and didn't even have to be told it was time to go.
My tears ran down my beaten face, finding my cover self and I in sync again for
a while. But as we entered through a normal door, Joseph took control of my
body, knowing I would react very badly to the sight of my mother laying
unconscious before me, strapped in tightly while Steven stood behind her
preparing a dose of his uncle's green drug.
And at that moment, I snapped, not having the strength or courage to go on
watching my loved ones continue to be destroyed before me. With all of my heart
and soul, I began willing myself to die. And as my mother awoke, my already
blurred vision blurred even more, my ears started to ring, and my body shuttered
involuntarily. Finding I was indeed having some effect, I took what remaining
will power and strength I had and focused everything on bringing my death upon
me.
Within seconds, the outside world faded from my senses just as my legs went out
beneath me. I knew I was succeeding, and even as I lost my ability to think
about what I was doing, I continued to drive my body to shut down. Somewhere in
my struggle to bring that final darkness over me, I felt that same symbol my
mother had used to stop my first suicide attempt get absorbed by my fake self.
And for a brief moment, I was thankful for that barrier between me and the real
world.
I don't know when my mind failed to function, but it wasn't able to finish off
my quest. Perhaps it simply couldn't overcome the medical treatment they
apparently had started to give me. For the next thing I knew, I found myself
waking up in a hospital bed, in a room with window, AND an open door.
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