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Tim, the Teenage MC
By Rass Senip
Chapter XIII:  11th Grade, Fall 1987
Part 1 - Musical Bodies
(mff bodyswapping)

It was him.  The man who Tom had met at the police station and had obviously
implanted the fake memory of Sarah's corpse had apparently refined his skill and
had taken up residence at the college Tammy attended.  He was a little older,
and I didn't see the girl from Tom's memory anywhere in Tammy's mind, but it was
definitely him.

Holly was almost unreasonable from the way I hadn't given her five more minutes
to pack, and was in a sour mood for a good hour after we left.  I wasn't paying
any attention to her because I was concentrating on driving while trying to
sense any attempts to contact Tammy's mind.

But once we were far enough away from Memphis, I relaxed a little and finally
noticed Holly's foul mood sitting right beside me.

"Hey, you're not still mad at me, are you?  I didn't have much choice.  We had
to get out of there fast."

"Five minutes.  That's all it would have taken," she repeated for the hundredth
time.

"I know, and I'm sorry. Look, I'll buy you anything you need until its safe to
go back and get your stuff. But five minutes could have made all the difference.
I even considered leaving Midge and Beany, but I knew you wouldn't leave at all
if they were just left out in the weather like that."

"You're right, I wouldn't have.  Will you please tell me what is going on?  I
wouldn't have moved an inch without an explanation if I didn't trust you, but
you've pretty much stretched that to its limit."

I explained to Holly what had happened to Joey's dad and a little of how we
uncovered the faked memory.  I was trying to work my way up to what Tammy had to
do with it, but she stopped me before I got there.

"You still haven't told me what's wrong with her.  Why can't she remember
anything, and why is she acting so strange?"

"Uhm, the guy I was talking about can do what I can do, but he uses it to
implant another personality into every pretty girl he comes across.  That
personality takes over when they sleep or when he calls them.  They live their
normal everyday life without ever knowing they become his sexual playthings
every night and sometimes part of the day too."

"And..  And Tammy..  She's one of them?"  Holly said staring back at her best
friend.

"I'm afraid so.  This guy is really good too.  I mean I'm not an expert like my
dad, but I couldn't find any trace of that second personality until it had taken
control.  And it's like a perverted copy of Tammy.  She knows everything the
real Tammy knows, does, and can act just like her.  I think she can even alter
the real Tammy's memories just to keep her from catching on.  Oh, and Tammy, the
real Tammy I mean, hasn't had sex since Justin dumped her over a year ago."

"You mean all those times she had those guys over.."

"Yeah.  That was the other Tammy doing that."

"Shit.  Did she even go to church?"

"She went to church, all right. But afterwards this guy called for her and she
went to him.  She spent all day doing stuff you don't want to know about, and.."

"And?" she said when I paused to consider whether to tell her the truth yet.

"Shit, Holly.  He programmed Tammy to lure you into going with her tomorrow so
he can make you into his toy too.  That's why you had to come along."

"Oh.."  Holly simply said.

I could feel Holly's mind churning away thinking of all those times where she
had been duped by the fake Tammy.  And then she finally let it sink in she could
have easily wound up with the same thing happening to her.  And that got her
really thinking.

After several minutes of deep thought, Holly finally sighed and said, "Tim, I
have to know everything he's done to her.  What if he already did it to me, and
not just her?"

"I'd know it by now if he had, Holly.  Besides I haven't had time to go through
her mind that much, but if he had, don't you think she would have known?  I can
check you and her out a little more later, but it really takes a lot of
concentration.  I can't afford trying that while I'm driving and keeping my mind
open for his probes.  We're just gonna have to wait..."

"What's the matter?" Holly said concerned by my pause.

"Nothing wrong, it's just...  my dad sort of does the same thing as this guy
does.  I don't though.  I mean, I have used my abilities to help make a girl's
mind up, but I've never actually forced anything on anyone like that...  What
I'm trying to say is, if it wasn't for Sarah still being missing, I'd...  I'd
probably only have made sure you weren't made a slave and let Tammy go on like
she is."

"WHAT!  You mean you'd let this creep keep using her like..  like a toy?"

"I know it sounds cruel, but..  Damn it Holly.  I can't go around trying to save
every single person who falls under control of a telepath.  I just got home from
trying to keep some other people from becoming life time slaves, and I just want
to live in peace.  At least he lets them live their normal life too.  And I
think he lets them go after he gets tired of them.  The best I can do is to not
do it myself and protect the people I care about."

"But Tammy is my best friend."

"I know.  And I'm going to help her.  But you have to understand that I'm doing
this to find out if Sarah is still alive and what happened to her as much as
doing it for you."

"I don't understand anything," Holly said unhappily.  "Do you believe people
have a right to make other people do horrible things against their will?"

"No, but...  Look, you still want to find out what he did to her, right?"

"Yes.  Even more now than I did before."

"Okay.  Well, it would be a lot easier for her to tell us than it would be for
me to fish it out.  But in order to do that, I'd have to make her.. our slave
instead of his."

"You can't be serious."

"I'm very serious.  The thing is, only the perverted Tammy has access to the
memories we want to hear about, and it would be really easy to just make her our
slave and have her tell us everything we want to know.  Actually, that's the
only way I can think of doing it without having to pull over and spend a lot of
time reprogramming her mind."

When Holly didn't say anything, I said, "Well?"

"Well what?  Do what you have to do.  It's not like I have a choice in the
matter."

"Of course you do.  We just don't have very many options to choose from, that's
all."

"Then what choices do we have?"

"Either I turn her into our slave, or we wait until we get to my dad's place and
let him turn her into his."

"Shit.  You know what my answer is, so stop playing games," she said crossly.

"Holly.  Hey," I said, rubbing her thigh.  "I'm sorry for putting you through
all this.  I wouldn't be doing this if I didn't think it was important.  I
really won't let anything happen to you or Tammy."

Holly sighed again, then looked over at me and stared for a few moments.

"Can I ask you a question and have you answer it completely honestly?" she
finally said.

"Uhm, yeah."

"Am I nothing more than a good fuck to you?"

Stunned by her statement, I looked over at her probably longer than I should
have while driving, then put the blinker on and pulled onto the shoulder and
stopped.

"Well?" she said, her face and voice not showing even a hint of her distress.

"Of course you're more.  I won't say I love you more than anyone else in the
world because that would be a lie.   But I do love you Holly Marie
Strodmeyer-Quinn.  I'm sorry if you didn't know that already."

"So I'm not just some girl you're toying with before turning me into a fuck
doll," she said with a coldness to her voice.

"No you're not.  What do you want me to say, Holly?  What are you really asking
me?"

"Am I your slave?"

"No.  Never.  I'd never do that to you or anyone else without their freely given
permission."

"But you'd do it to Tammy."

"Shit, Holly.  Why are you taking it this way?  Tammy already is a slave.  All I
would be doing is making her our slave and not his.  I wouldn't keep her, and I
certainly wouldn't let you keep her either."

"But you wouldn't give her up before fucking her, would you?" Holly said even
colder.

I looked her straight in the eyes and said, "I promised you I wouldn't, and I am
not going to break my word."

Without another word, I pulled back onto the highway and sped up to where I was
going as fast as I dared with the trailer.  I was angry because it had hurt, and
I didn't slow down for at least a good twenty minutes.

"I'm sorry," Holly said once I had relaxed a little.  "All this... Shit, Tim.
It scares me, that's all.  I don't want to be anyone's plaything."

"And you won't be.  I promise."

Holly unbuckled her seatbelt and leaned over to kiss my cheek.

"I have a secret to tell you," she said in my right ear.

"Yeah?"

"I love you too, Timothy Brandton.  And if I had to be anyone's plaything, I'd
want to be yours."

"Thanks," I said as I got over into the exit lane.

As soon as I stopped at the stop light, I turned my head and gave her a nice
warm kiss, then we both grinned when the car behind us honked from the light
turning green.

"What are we stopping for?" Holly asked after getting back in her seat.

"Food, gas, and I got to take a leak.  And then if you're okay with it, I'd
enslave Tammy to us before we get back on the highway."

"Tim, I don't really like the idea of having my best friend being my slave.  If
you have to make her yours, I probably could deal with that for a while.  But
just don't make her mine too, okay?"

"Yeah. Okay."

After gassing up the car, visiting the john, and filling our guts, I sat in the
back seat with Tammy while Holly drove.

"Shit, Holly.  Now I'm not sure if this is such a great idea.  She's going to be
very.. insistent about having sex.  He's made sex the most important thing in
her life.  I can't believe how strong her desire is."

"Well, can't you just fix that?"

"Maybe, but...  The more I do now, the more it might make it harder to undo the
rest of her programming later.  I haven't had much experience with undoing
hidden personalities.  My dad uses them all the time, but we have a kind of
agreement that we don't screw around with the other's business.  When I talked
to him before we left, he told me to try and do as little as possible to her
mind after I made her my slave."

"Don't change anything else then.  You can put her back to sleep if she gets out
of hand, can't you?"

"Yeah.  That's true.  Well, here we go then," I said waking her.

"Master.." Tammy said groggily.  "What is thy bidding?"

"What's the matter," I said, concerned by her expression of discomfort.

"I'm clothed in your presence, Master.  My skin is burning," she gasped
struggling to pull her shirt off.

"Tammy, stop.  I don't want you to get undressed."

"Please Master!  My skin is BURNING!" she wept.

"I order your skin to stop burning," I calmly said.

"MASTER it BURNS!"

"TIM!  LET HER FUCKING TAKE IT OFF!"  Holly screamed as the car weaved a bit.

"Take it off," I said before grabbing her shorts and tugging.

"Thank you Master.  Thank you.." Tammy said calming down once everything was
off.

"Is that better?" I said, rubbing her bare feet which had been the last thing to
get uncovered.

"Oh Master.  OH!" she said, shivering from my touches.

"Tim, you better not be touching anything I wouldn't like," Holly said, trying
to see using the rear view mirror.

"Holly, keep your fucking eyes on the road.  Just trust me okay?"

"It's not you I don't trust," Holly said.  "It's her."

"Master, why do you let that slut talk to you like that?" Tammy said.

"Because she's not a slut." I simply answered as she spread her legs apart to
give me a good view of her carefully trimmed pussy.

"But don't you want her to become your slut?" Tammy said slightly confused.

"He better not," Holly muttered.

"Tammy, tell us about the time you became a slut," I said, watching her begin to
slowly play with her clit.

"Yes Master," she said, licking her lips seductively.  "The first thing I
remember is waking up in my old master's chamber of sex.  My old master was
laying on a bed with two other girls licking his wonderfully hairy chest.  The
moment I saw his Zeus's cock, I felt like I was dying from the thirst for his
wonderful love juice.  I ran to him and I sucked his cock for the first time
without him having to tell me to.  I thought I was never going to taste his hot
yummy cum, but he honored me by fucking my mouth and finally gave me his seed to
parch my thirst and taste the seed of my God.  OH how I came and came.  And then
my Lord and Master commanded me to use my worthless ass to please his Godly
penis, and I was so proud of myself that I never once let on how much it hurt.
I must have.."

"Uhm, Tammy, when and where did you first meet him?"

"I told you, Master.  I woke up in his chamber of sex. I had never seen him
before."

"Then how did you know he was your master?"

"I just.. knew, Master."

"What's the last thing you remember before you woke up in his chamber?"

"Going to bed in my dorm room after studying, Master."

"How long after that did you move into the Sorority?"

"About a month, Master.  After my roommate wouldn't let me pleasure her, I had
to find somewhere to stay.  One of my master's sluts offered to get me into her
Sorority, and afterwards we pleasured each other every night.  Don't you want me
to pleasure you Master?  I am yours to do with as you wish."

"Not right now.  I'm more interested in your old master.  Do you know where he
lives?"

"No, Master.  I would go to a meeting place and be picked up, and I would go to
sleep and wouldn't wake up until I was in his palace."

God she was getting me turned on.  Tammy laid there with her legs spread wide,
slowly finger fucking herself and playing with her nipples, never taking her
lust filled eyes off of mine.  I could smell her sex's odor, and her lips and
tongue performed erotic dances whenever she wasn't speaking.  I finally couldn't
help but accept her offer, and held my hand above her mouth and watched her
lustfully lick it with slow and steady strokes.

She lured my index finger into her mouth and started using her tongue and lips
on it like it was the most delicious cock in the world.  If it hadn't been for a
pothole making me jerk my mind back to the task at hand, I know my face would
have replaced her hand at her cunt.

Even though I was stretching the promise I had made with Holly, I fondled
different parts of her nude and aroused body as I continued to question her.

Strangely enough, she could not recall a single instance where her master had
used his powers on either her or anyone else.  The most interesting instance of
this was when she traded rooms with another girl who her master had indicated he
wished to make his property.  While her old roommate was busy with her, Tammy
found that her new roommate was actually responding to her hints of having sex.

After the targeted girl was his, Tammy's master allowed her to continue rooming
with the other, and a week later Tammy made her move by entering the shower with
her.

Brenda was nervous while Tammy soaped her body.  But the moment Tammy's tongue
licked the suds off her left breast, Brenda pulled Tammy's head up to hers and
plastered her body against her while she slipped her tongue into Tammy's willing
mouth.

When Tammy reported to her master of the lesbian sex she had with a non slut, he
told her she would be added to his collection and to cover for her disappearance
on Saturday while she was sluttified.

Tammy was slightly surprised to awaken that Saturday with Brenda gone, and then
was surprised even more when Brenda was in her bed when she awoke Monday
morning.  But she simply accepted it when Brenda woke up and told her their
master would collect them both that evening and to plan being gone for a week.

This guy was good.  He was smart, thorough, and didn't appear to have made any
mistakes in concealing his identity, his associates, or location.  Every
instance where Tammy had been 'collected', she had closed her eyes and waited
for an unknown person to lead her to the vehicle waiting for them.  Once in the
vehicle, she immediately fell asleep and didn't awaken until she was in the
presence of her master, completely ignorant to where she was.

She knew he had many slave girls, but never saw any of them except for the three
she lived with in the Sorority, and two others who also went to that college.
The six of them all were required to have sex with another person at least once
every two days, and since they only saw their master every other week or so,
they became very dependant on providing each other's pleasure.

Tammy also made it very clear that she had desired very much to have sex with
Holly, but because she could not reveal that part of herself to her without
endangering the knowledge of her master's existence, she had resorted to finding
other men and women to provide her with the pleasure she required while she was
staying with Holly.  But all those times she had brought guys home, she never
once fucked any of them.  All the moans Holly heard had been put on for Holly's
benefit.

Her sexual requirement only involved oral sex, thus the lesbian sex she had at
school was perfect for her needs.  In fact, Tammy would not allow any cock other
than her master's to enter her pussy or ass, and would take any steps necessary
to keep it that way.

Her attempt to seduce me the night before was in hopes of not having to find
another cock to suck the next day.  Luckily for her (and me), her master had
called for her before she left for church and had satisfied her himself.

Tammy's constant sexual actions and expressions made it very hard for me to keep
myself from just giving in and fucking her ready pussy.  And the fact that Holly
kept insisting she continue to tell us every detail she could about what she had
done didn't help me any.

I was a little surprised that Holly was aroused from Tammy's recollections.
While Holly definitely was not normally turned on by the idea of lesbian sex,
after having listened to so much of it, and the way Tammy emphasized every
sexual detail with a verbal skill I had never heard before, she just couldn't
help but get turn on by it.  Hell, if she wasn't the one driving, I wouldn't be
all surprised if she hadn't tried some...  Nah.. Not Holly.

Anyway, when Tammy's foot pressed against my crotch in the dimming evening
light, I didn't push it away like I had the last five times.  Naturally she took
advantage of this, and within three minutes she had her foot in my shorts making
direct contact with my hard dick.  And the urges I kept having to slip my
fingers into her glistening crotch as she described how her master had fucked
her pussy while she was eating his cum out of another's cunt... I was nearly
ready to do it too when...

"Oh Shit!  Tim.  I think I just missed our exit," Holly exclaimed.

"Huh? What?" I said, getting between the backs of the two front seats.  "Oh.
Uhm.  I think..  I think..  Yeah, we're okay.  There's another way we can go
that's just as fast.  We just have to take a couple of extra exits this way." 

"Actually, we're getting low on gas again, and I don't know about you, but I'd
like to get some fresh air."

"Uhm, yeah.  Fresh air would be good," I said, feeling Tammy's hands taking the
waist band of my shorts and moving them down.

Okay, so maybe I was letting things go too far.  When I didn't stop her, Tammy
took it to mean I wanted her to suck me, and I did, very badly.  But that's when
Holly put the blinker on and got over into the exit lane.  I got a hold of
myself, knowing the first thing she would do when we stopped would be to look
back to see what we were doing.

So up went my shorts, back to sleep went Tammy, and when Holly did look back, I
was covering her up with the blanket I keep in the car for such cases as
covering up sleeping nude women.

Holly mentioned something about needing to use the ladies room, and I realized
that Tammy probably should go too.  And that's when I got my brainchild.

"Holly, hang on a minute.  Tammy needs to go too, and I think it would be better
if you go with her just in case,"  I said as I remote controlled Tammy's body to
get dressed.

"Well, hurry up.  I'm almost ready to burst."

I couldn't help grinning as I watched Holly go around the corner, then I quickly
got back in the car and laid down shutting my eyes.

As soon as I formed the rest of the connections, I found Holly talking to Tammy
about me.

"..think I didn't notice how he was looking at you.  If I wasn't in the car, you
would have had him all over you.  It just isn't fair.  I found him, so keep your
paws off of him," she said as she closed the bathroom door behind us.

"If you're just going to stand there, I'm going first," Holly said crossly as
she entered the only stall.  "Shit, there isn't even a door.  Oh well.  It's not
like you're going to see anything you have seen before," she sighed as she
covered the seat with toilet paper and promptly pulled her shorts and panties
down.

She saw my grin on Tammy's face as I was thinking how I hadn't actually ever
seen a girl go before.  I had to act as if the grin was there for no reason at
all, and let it fade away really slowly while Holly watched me suspiciously.

"Tim, are you in there?" she said with a suspicious squint in her eye.  "Tim,
you better not be watching me.."

"Holly, were you calling me?" I said making Tammy's face go blank and stiffening
her body.  "Whoa..  Uhm, sorry." I said closing Tammy's eyes.

"No, I was just uhm..  Just go back to whatever you were doing okay?"

"Yeah.  Okay."

I let Tammy's body relax and Holly quickly wiped and pulled her pants up.

"You're next," she said to me/Tammy.

I walked over and copied everything Holly had done, and experience my first real
female urination.  Not all that different, actually.  You just don't have
anything to really aim with.

Once I got finished, I wiped like I had seen Holly, then stood up and walked
forward, expertly stepping out of my shorts, pretending to forget I was supposed
to put them back on.

"Tammy, you have to put your shorts back on before we leave.  And you didn't
even flush," Holly sighed wearily, stepping past me and flushing the toilet.

She brought the shorts out of the stall with her and opened her mouth to say
something when she found that I had taken my shirt off too while her back was
turned.  And since I hadn't bothered to put her bra or panties on when I dressed
her in the car...

"Tammy, what are you doing?" she said as I took a step closer.

I didn't say anything as I gently took her in my arms and pressed my womanly
body against hers.  Holly was half scared, half startled, and half aroused.  I
know that seems an awful lot to feel at once, but Holly wasn't your average
woman.  I mean, if it wasn't for the fact that she was a woman, I'd would have
to say she has the biggest balls of anyone I ever knew.

But she did let out a shudder when I pressed my soft lips against hers.  I
kissed her with passion and energy, finding her extremely reluctant to respond,
yet not pulling away either.

But when I released her lips, she hollered, "TIIIIIMMMMMM!     TIIIIIIIMMMMMM!"

"Shhh," I said, covering her lips with my finger.  "I'm right here, silly."

"Shit!" she instantly said, giving me a nasty look.  "You piece of fucking
shit!"

"Hey now.  You have to admit you wanted to try it a little, otherwise you would
have knocked Tammy flat the moment she touched you," I said, running my hands
under her shorts.

"Stop.  This feel so wrong to me," she said as my left hand found her hardening
knob.

"Then why are you getting so turned on?" I said as I pushed her shorts and
panties down.

"Because it's so..  dirty.  Tim, I really don't think I want to do this.  I'll
never be able to..  Oh God that feels good.  But.. Not in Tammy's body, okay?  I
don't think I could ever be comfortable around her knowing..  that...  I...
MMmmm."

"Holly, I really want to do this.  If you really want me to stop I will, but
just keep telling yourself its me and not Tammy doing this.  Okay?"

"Mmmm, yeah, that helps.  It does kind of feel like you too.  Except for the
best part of you is missing," she said, rubbing my wet crotch.

I gasped from her fingers brushing across my clit, and I was suddenly feeling
the wetness down there surge.  I had experienced this many times through Suzi's
body, but never quite like this.  Whenever I had been in full control of Suzi's
body, the only one who had touched my clit had been me.  Having someone else do
it like that was like..  Well, like the first time Joey jerked me off back in
eight grade.

"God, Holly, do that again," I begged.

"Eww.. You liked that, did you?" she said, teasing my clit like only a woman
knows how.

I felt my legs go wobbly, and just as Holly moved me over to the sink, someone
pounded on the door and said, "Hey!  Are you almost done in there!?"

"Shit," Holly and I both said, then proceeded to get dressed as fast as we
could.

We came out of the bathroom red faced, but shared a giggle when the loud fat
woman had to walk sideways to get into the restroom.

"I bet she doesn't even fit in the stall," Holly said as we walked up to the
car.

"Hey, you want me to fi.." I said, stopping when I saw my reflection in the car
window.

"What's the matter?" Holly said.

"Heh.  Nothing.  It just startled me to see Tammy's face in the window instead
of mine.  Shit.  Look at the tent in my shorts.  Awe man.  Er, Holly?  Could you
give me a moment to do something really disgustingly gross and horny?"

"You're not going to...  Shit Tim.  You are disgusting.  But if you're really
going to do it though, I'd wanna watch."

"Shit.  You sure?  I mean you were against Tammy doing it."

"Yes, but..  Sucking your own dick?  It's so dirty...  Just let me watch,
please?"

"I have a better idea.  How would you like to feel what its like to have your
dick sucked."

Holly gulped, and then said, "Yes," really soft.

But just getting in the car made us reconsider.  Even though the sun had set,
the car was really hot inside.  My body was sweating up a storm, and between
that, our horniness, and neither of us looking forward to get back to driving,
we decided to check into the motel down the road.  That was different too.
Driving in a woman's body..  Do you have any idea how annoying a seatbelt can be
to a woman's sensitive nipple?  Especially when they're not wearing a bra.

Once I took Tammy's body to the room, I disconnected and walked the same steps
with my own body.  By the time I reached the room the second time, Holly had
already set up the room and even opened the door before I could knock.

"I haven't been this excited since Justin kissed me the first time," Holly said
sitting down on double bed nearest to the window.  "What do I do?"

"Lay down and close your eyes," I said laying down on the other bed next to
Tammy.  "Once I'm done connecting to Tammy, I'll hook you up to my body.  It's a
lot like when I let you fly in those birds last year.  Only better."

It took me a little longer than I expected to make the swap, mostly because I
hadn't done a three way swap like that for a while.  And that's what it was too.
It was easier to let Tammy's sleeping mind run Holly's body while Holly's was
busy running mine.

Of course the first thing Holly did in my body was to grope herself.  I'll never
forget the look on her/my face when she felt her hardon rising.

"Oh, this is fantastic," Holly said using my voice.  "No wonder guys always
think bigger is better.  The bigger it gets, the better it feels," she said as
she started pounding her meat using a grasp that looked really... odd.

"Here," I said, finding my mouth watering from the flash backs of the rubber
dicks which had supplied my food for so long.  "Let me show you what really
feels good."

Just before I lowered my mouth over my own cock, I took a moment to consider
whether this was something I would regret later.  I suppose that was where I
began to see how meaningless the terms gay or homosexual was to me.  At the
time, I decided that while I was in control of a woman's body, feeling what a
woman feels and doing what a woman does, it simply was okay for me to suck a
cock, even if it was my own.

It's weird to think I at one time had found the taste of a guys cock so
disgusting that I had sworn never to taste one again.  This wouldn't be the last
time I gave head using a woman's mouth, or the last time I would give it to my
own body.  But it was the last time I considered there might of been something
wrong about doing it, and so it was my first step towards omnisexuality.

That's a term I made up for someone who, like a bisexual, will have sex with
either gender, but most of the time prefer doing so in a body of either sex and
not in their own body.  If I found myself getting aroused thinking of getting
fucked by a certain guy, I preferred to do that in a woman's body.  Unless of
course the guy was gay, but that didn't happen very often.  But when it did, I
still used another guys body rather than my own, and the owner didn't have to be
gay either.  I'm getting ahead of myself here since I don't start doing it like
that until after I got out of high school, but this is the point where I started
seriously thinking about experiencing more varieties of sex in other peoples
bodies rather than my own.

So once I had made that critical decision, I licked my cock's head once, then
after her shudder made my dick surge, I rapped my lips around its head and set
my tongue to work.

I slowly worked my cock into my mouth, making sure I washed every bit of the old
familiar taste away before working another half an inch in.  Tammy's throat
easily took my cock's head into its depth, and I really didn't have any troubles
with her gag reflexes since her throat had long gotten used to accepting a
cock's mass.

Holly's gasps and groans really sounded strange coming from my mouth like that.
But it was such a turn on.  And when she started calling me her slut and ordered
me to fuck her cock with my mouth...  Talk about lust going into overdrive.

She had the instincts too.  I was just getting to the point where I could keep
my rhythm while I bobbed my head up and down her shaft when she started to hump
my face.  That was kind of cool.  Tammy's throat definitely had been well used
in that fashion too.  It was almost felt pleasurable the way it made my gagging
keep firing off without impeding the fucking.

And when I sensed her getting close to blowing her load, I put everything into
it, knowing how great your first orgasm was as a guy.  And Holly didn't
disappoint me either.  She moaned and gasped, and even squeaked once, something
I thought I had finally outgrown.

Tasting your own cum fresh from the tap was another first for me there.  It
didn't quite taste the same as I remembered it, having an extra sweetness to it
that I hadn't ever tasted before.  Of course in this case it probably was
something I had eaten, because it never quite tasted that way again.  Or perhaps
it was Tammy's taste buds.  I don't know.

Holly and I spent around a half hour after that just discussing the differences
between male and female orgasms and the like.  Then Holly got that look in her
eye, and grinned at me when I gave her hardening dick a lick.

"Fuck me, you slut," she said with my voice.

"I have a better idea," I replied.

Before she knew what was happening, I restored Tammy to her own body and woke
her up while I started undressing Holly's body.

When Holly repeated her order, Tammy, thinking it was me, complied happily.

And Holly, thinking I was just playing the part of a slut, didn't even think
twice about Tammy's moans and words of worship.  I sat on the bed playing with
my clit, listening to Tammy tell Holly how wonderful her cock felt, and how much
she wanted her seed inside her.

Holly gave her what she wanted, making grunts of udder pleasure as she shot her
seed into Tammy's fuck hole.  And then the kissing started..  Man, that was some
good stuff.  I strongly considered switching with one of them just to get in on
the tongue fucking.

When Holly found her dick hardening again inside Tammy, she rolled her over,
pulled Tammy's legs up, and proceeded to fuck her ass.   God, when she did that,
I couldn't take it any more.  I crossed the gap between the beds so fast I
nearly knocked Holly off of Tammy.

Holly was beyond caring who or what she fucked, so while I humped Tammy's
desperate mouth, I ate my own face.

I guess I had the instincts too.  I got so stirred up by Tammy's tonguing my wet
cunt, I forced Holly on her back and instantly mounted her cock.

It was just a bit uncomfortable feeling my cunt re-stretch to accept her prick,
but Holly didn't give me anytime to get used to it, and in moments I was in
seventh heaven laying on my back as she raped my mouth and pounded my cunt from
above.

She worked my body so hard she nearly passed out from the overexertion.  So I
had her roll on her back again and proceeded to hump away, finding my long hair
constantly getting into my mouth and covering my eyes.

I sat up and tried fucking that way, then finally just tilted my head back so my
hair stayed behind me.  I never noticed Tammy moving about until her feet went
across my chest.

The sight of Tammy's freshly fucked ass  staring up at me while Holly sucked her
pussy's juices out brought on my old lust to fuck it.  That pushed my arousal
over the brink, and as soon as I began my orgasm, my pussy spasms triggered
Holly's very short but pleasurable orgasm also.

I don't remember moving to embrace Tammy to kiss her, but when Holly had come to
her senses about what we had done, and with who, she got up and crawled into the
other bed.

I didn't really care that she was upset about it.  I was very much enjoying
Tammy's kisses and gropes.  I fell asleep feeling what it is to be a freshly
fucked woman with another woman clinging onto my side.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Tim, the Teenage MC
By Rass Senip
Chapter XIII:  11th Grade, Fall 1987
Part 2 - Pocket Knives and Pornos
(mc mf, mm oral incest)

The next morning, Holly awoke startled by Tammy's mouth attaching itself to her
right breast.

"Tammy, I don't think Holly's in the mood," I said slipping my shoes on and
grabbing my keys.

"Where are you going?" Holly asked.

"Someone broke into the trailer a few minutes ago, and I need to figure out what
to do with him.  I had him lock himself up in the trailer, but it's getting
pretty warm in there now that the sun's up."

"Did he hurt the girls?" Holly said, holding Tammy away from her with both
hands.

"Nope.  He thought we were carrying something he could just walk off with.  Get
dressed and come down if you want to see him."

"I'll do better than that.  I'll make him wish he never was.."

"Holly.  He's only ten."

"Oh."

I examined the lock before opening the door, finding he had done a pretty good
job at wrecking it.  The moment I opened it, the kid flew out, but it just so
happened I was right there waiting to catch him.

"Let me go!" he screamed.

"Brian, chill man.  I'm not turnin' you into the cops," I said, barely keeping
my hold on him.

"How.. How did you know my name?" he said turning pale and stopping his
struggles.

"Er, lucky guess?  It doesn't matter..  Hey, you okay?" I said, noticing his
color hadn't returned.

"I.. I.." he said before rolling his eyes up and passing out.

"Shit," I said, straining to hold him up with one arm before getting a better
hold with the other and carefully laying him down inside the open trailer.

Holly startled me when she said, "You got him!" then walk up carefully when she
saw my frowning face.

"What's the matter?" she asked.  "And why did you knock him out?"

"I didn't.  He fainted.  He hasn't eaten anything but candy bars in a week.
Shit. I think we better take him to the hospital.  He's not in that great of
shape."

"Who is he?" she said, casting a disapproving gaze over his dirty cloths and
face.

"He's a runaway I think.  Damn it's hard to scan him like this.  Oh wait.
That's better.  I think he just needs a decent meal.  Yeah.  He's starting to
come around."

His eyes fluttered open, and after a moment of confusion, he started to panic.

"I'm sorry for breaking your lock! Please let me go?  I won't do it again, I
promise!"

"Don't worry about the lock right now.  Look, my name is Tim, and this is Holly.
We're about to go get something to eat.  How about you come with us, and after
you stuff yourself with pancakes, we can talk about the lock.  Okay?"

"You're..  You're going to buy me breakfast?" he said, having flashbacks of the
last person who had offered him a free meal.

"Brian, look at me," I said, capturing his eyes with mine and opening a empathic
connection.  "You don't have to be afraid of me.  I promise I won't hurt you or
make you do anything you don't want to do, okay?"

"Uh-hu, okay," he said, literally embracing the friendly feelings I was sharing
with him.

"So you'll come with us and have breakfast without trying to get away
afterwards?"

"Uhm..  Okay.." Brian said hesitantly, not sure if he meant it.

"Brian, I have to know that I can trust you.  Oh, wait," I said, digging into my
pocket.  "Look, I'm going to let you hold on to something of mine.  I'll trust
you first to not run off with it, and its very, very important to me."

"What is it?" Brian said excitedly.

I held out my coin between my fingers to show him, then dropped into his hand.

"Wow.." he said, examining it.  "It's cool.  Where'd ya get it?"

"My dad gave it to me, and his dad gave it to him," I replied.  "Now what's
wrong?"

"My dad gave me something once too," he said with a far off voice.  Then he
looked up at me and said, "I won't run away with it, I promise."

"Good.  Lets eat," Holly said.

I had to flip the switch on Tammy so she could get her clothes on and come eat
with us, but because I was having to animate her and myself at the same time, I
kept missing the questions Brian would ask me.  Luckily Holly covered for me,
and as soon as Tammy finished eating, I marched her right back to the room and
woke her up to give her orders to shower and prepare to leave.

Brian pigged out in a big way.  He ate so much he started getting sick, so I
picked him up an carried him to the room, quickly deciding he was going to get a
bath.

I had forgotten about Tammy, and Brian got an eyeful before I slipped the
commands in to ignore her nudity.  Brian just sort of forgot what he was looking
at and didn't say a word.

I was fighting his upset stomach by relaxing him and making him feel cozy and
lithless, and so he didn't struggle at all when I laid him in the bed and told
him to stay there.

While Holly started to take her shower, I guess I made Brian a little too
comfortable.  His eyelids kept getting lower and lower as he constantly fiddled
with my coin, and finally his eyes closed as his hand sank to the bed still
clutching it.

Tammy's hand wandered to my crotch, and figuring after what happened last night,
Holly couldn't complain if Tammy and I did a little groping and stuff.

I admit I was getting used to the idea of Tammy wishing to pleasure me night and
day like that.  When she uncovered my cock and signaled for me to relax, I laid
down and allowed her to worship my cock with her tongue and lips.

Then when Holly shut the water off, I didn't have to say a word.  Tammy simply
gave my cock a final lick then gently pulled my shorts back up and laid back
down beside me.  But before Holly came out, I gave Tammy a surprise kiss, the
surprise being it was gentle and loving, not hot and passionate.

I gave Holly the same kiss when she came out wearing a towel, and told her Brian
wouldn't wake up until I was finished with my shower so she didn't need to worry
about covering up or being quiet because of him.  Holly responded by giving me a
hotter kiss, but since I was all dirty and she was all clean, we didn't proceed
any further than that.

I was soaping up my face when I heard someone enter the bathroom with me, then
smiled when a female body pressed up against me in the shower.  I was so sure it
was Holly, I nearly fell when Tammy's voice said, "Would my Master like me to
bathe him?"

"Shit, Tammy.  Holly will kill both of us if she.. Why are you smiling?"

"Holly sent me in here, Master."

"Wha?" I said reaching out into Holly's mind.  

Holly's thoughts were wandering over the events of the last two days, and I
found that Holly had indeed sent Tammy into the shower with me, but she had done
it because Tammy kept coming on to her, and was afraid she would come on to the
boy if she didn't do something.  She didn't like the idea, but she was getting
pretty tired of always watching, always worrying that Tammy would seduce me away
from her.

I sighed, then had Tammy dry off and marched her over to the bed next to Brian
to sleep.  Holly felt better, and I guess I did too.  I had passed a test of
faith that Holly hadn't intended for me to take.

I was just finishing up when Holly's nude body press up against the back of
mine, and before her arms could wrap around, I turned to face her and held her
as she held me for a minute or two.

"I do love you," Holly said.

"I know.  I never doubted that.  And I love you too," I said, giving her a kiss
on the lips.

Of course that kiss lead to another, and another, and a couple more too.  We let
ourselves slowly sink down into the tub, and as we struggled to get comfortable
without parting our lips, I slipped my hard cock up her nice tight slit.

I made nice and steady strokes, taking my time as we made love.  This is the
thing I will always remember about Holly.  We would have a really wild session
of sex, but then the next time would make love as gently as we could.

Because Holly kept choking on the water streaming down into her face, I managed
to shut the damn thing off with my foot without dismounting, and as we built our
steam back up, I felt something new form between us.

While Holly had trusted me before, she hadn't really believed I could keep my
word.    But as we closed in on our separate orgasms, her mind was analyzing and
reconsidering that concern which had been troubling her the entire trip.  She
had been afraid I would lose my interest in her like Justin had, but then she
realized I wasn't anything like him.  She concluded that no matter what I did
with anyone else, that wouldn't reduce the feelings I had for her.  And she was
right about that too.  I still care for her just as much as I ever had, even
while I blew my morning load into her spasming velvet glove.

After soaping and rinsing ourselves off again, Holly and I gave each other
another kiss before getting out and drying each other off.  I got dressed in
clean clothes while Holly struggled to find something of Tammy's to fit her. 

I woke Brian up once Holly was dressed and convinced him to take a bath.  I
listened to him playing in the tub, and seeing we would be a little while
longer, I asked Holly if she wanted to run out to get her some clothes that fit
her.

I gave her one of the ten one hundred dollar bills I had with me plus a peck on
the cheek and asked her not to take too long.

When Brian finally came out, his hair was still dry and grimy, his face still
streaked with dirt although a little cleaner than before.  But anything else
that had been cleaned in his bath was now covered by the same filthy clothes he
had taken off.   After kicking myself for not asking Holly to get him some new
clothes while she was at it, I sent him straight back into the bathroom,
ignoring his protests as I stripped him and started to give him a bath myself.

That quickly turned into a shower when I saw how dirty the water was getting
from just wetting his hair.  He didn't say a word as I stripped myself, and only
gave my crotch a couple of curious glances before I started the shower.

I had already used up the complimentary shampoo in my own shower, but the maid
was in the room next door and didn't even think twice about handing Tammy the
two extra bottles of shampoo she suddenly needed to get rid of.  It nearly took
both bottles too before the lather finally seemed to stay clean.

All through the shower, Brian's mouth never stopped yapping.  Of course I was
helping him there, giving him the motivation to tell me his life story.

Brian's mother remarried a few years after his dad died, and suddenly Brian
found himself with two older brothers who didn't think twice about stepping all
over him.  That in itself was pretty rough for a boy trying to adjust to a new
life, but his step dad made it much worse by always attempting to make Brian do
the things he thought all boys should do, which in his case was play sports all
the time.

But Brian wasn't very good at sports, even though he wasn't a weakling or
anything.  He simply had horrible hand to eye coordination, and it seemed to
only get worse the harder he tried.  He did like watching some sports, and every
once in a while would have fun playing something with the other kids in the
neighborhood.  But his stepfather insisted on him being on all these teams, and
Brian was never happy with that.

He lived under the constant stress of being a failure for a year and a half
before he ran away.  He had been on his own for about five months now, and had
learned the hard way not to trust anyone after almost getting himself raped by a
friendly man offering a free meal.

Brian talked an awful lot about his real dad, and I found that even though he
barely remembered him, Brian had made his dead father his idol.

But when I announced he was as clean as he was going to get, Brian grew quiet
and could I feel him holding something back.  All it took to get it out of him
was a hug and a quick empathic gaze.

"I lost his pocket knife," Brian said with a quiver in his voice.  "Mom gave it
to me and had me promise not to loose it.  I took it with me when I ran away,
and used it a lot until I dropped it in the creek a couple of months ago."

"I'm sorry," was all I could say as I examined the image of his father's pocket
knife in his mind.  

The knife was just one of those cheap replicas of a Swiss army knife, the kind
that never worked real well, but look really neat.  But my attention was
diverted away from the knife when I found him planning to slip away the next
chance he got, knowing I was planning to take him back to his parents like so
many other people had started to do.

The thing that was constantly going through Brian's mind at the time was how my
coin had made him feel better, and he was struggling with the idea of taking it
with him and breaking his word.  At first his struggle held my attention, but
then the fact he had felt something from the coin hit me, and he nearly lost his
balance when I suddenly stopped drying his hair with the towel.

But after having him go get the coin and hold it for me, I realized he had
related my attempts at relieving his stomach ache with the coin.  I sighed with
relief with the knowledge that Brian was not a telepath.

We were both startled when Holly unlocked the door and caught us both standing
in the middle of the room bare naked.  Brian was only frozen for a moment, then
before either Holly or I could react, he slammed the bathroom door behind him.

Holly's Cheshire cat grin didn't disappear until after I had mentioned he needed
some new clean clothes and she had pulled them out of a bag like a magician.

"Shit.  I'm glad someone was using their brain," I said, before noticing Holly's
strange glance at Tammy.

I gave her a questioning look, and Holly sighed and said, "I keep having flashes
of her..  you know, fucking me.  It's starting to annoy me."

I immediately saw the truth behind her words, but then realized that Holly
didn't know it herself.

After I gave the new clothes to Brian and slipped my own clothes back on, I
stepped behind Holly as she put her borrowed clothes back into Tammy's suitcase.

"You know what?" I said, wrapping my arm around her and kissing her neck.

"What?" she said, undecided whether to melt in my arms or to stiffen in them.

"I've come to the conclusion that a person's sexual desires are driven by the
body they're controlling.  When you were controlling my body, you were a guy.
It was natural for you to want to fuck something with your dick.  Tammy just
happened to be the most available.  So stop thinking about how you just had
lesbian sex with your best friend.  You're not gay, and you know it."

"But...  I can't stop thinking about it.  Shit, Tim.  I even noticed this woman
while I was looking for my bra size.  I have never noticed another girl before."

"Holly, right now you're just a little confused.  I guess maybe I pushed you
into it when I shouldn't have.  Tell me this.  Deep down, what was it you wanted
about the woman?  Did you want to suck her tits?"

"No! I.. I guess I wanted to fuck her with my dick.  But I don't have a dick
anymore."

"Right.  But do you see what I mean?  You don't want to have lesbian sex, you
want to have heterosexual sex with her.  Same thing with Tammy."

Holly sighed and finally leaned into my hug and said, "I guess you could be
right.  I think we better not try it again for a while, though.  But I do want
to do it again before I go off to college.  If I go, that is."

I held her for a while, talking about her plans for college and what her chances
were of still going the next week.  We were so lost in our embrace, it wasn't
until the maid rolled her cart by that we noticed the door was half way open.

"Shit.  Brian took off," I said when I tried to locate him.  "And the fucker
took my coin with him too."

"Can you find him?" she asked looking around outside the door.

"Not in the way you mean, but give me a minute," I said as I sat down on the
edge of the bed and began stockpiling energy.

I released my pulse, then I locked on his thoughts the instant I found them and
had to hurry to go see a man about a pocket knife.

Ten minutes later, the trailer door opened cautiously, and as a small hand set
the coin down carefully into the rope tie off well which Beany was tied to, I
said, "I'll trade you for that."

The hand disappeared, and for a moment I thought he was going to flee.  But then
he opened the door a little wider, and peered in at my sweaty face.

"You knew I would come back here?" he said, realizing I had been waiting in the
hot trailer for him for several minutes.

"I hoped you would," I mislead.  "I'll make a deal with you.  If I promise I
won't take you back to your folks unless you want me too, you swear on your
father's pocket knife that you won't run away from me again."

"But I don't have my dad's.. <gulp>" he said as I held the pocket knife the man
five doors down had sold me for twenty bucks.  (It was only worth ten and he
knew it.)

After I jumped out of the trailer which was feeling like an oven, I traded the
coin for the pocket knife.  While Brian walked back to the room with me, he
quietly examined the knife.

"It isn't the real one, is it," he said just before we reached the room.

"No, it isn't.  But at least you still have something to remember him by," I
said as Tammy opened the door.

Brian didn't say a word, but didn't hesitate to let me usher him inside.

"Shit, I'm so sweaty, I could use another shower," I said to Holly.

"If you're going to, get a move on.  We're ready to go when you are," Holly
said, before glancing at Brian and giving me a questioning look.

"I got to make a phone call first," I said, sitting down next to the phone.

I dialed the number hoping there was someone there to answer the phone on a
Monday during the day.  On the fifth ring a woman's voice picked up and said,
"Hello?"

"Hi, is this Mrs. Peterson?"

"Yes it is.."

"I have someone here who wants to talk to you," I said while making eye contact
with the startled Brian.  I held out the phone to him as the empathic connection
started to calm him down.

I heard his mom say something, and without taking my eyes off of Brian, I put it
up to my ear and said, "Mrs. Peterson?  Good, you're still there.  My name is
Tim Brandton and I've met someone who really wants to talk to you but he's too
scared to come to the phone.  Could you like promise not to be mad at him if he
talks to you?"

"Is this some kind of sick joke?" she said raising her voice.

"No ma'am.  I'm serious," I said, then lowered the mouthpiece and said, "Come on
Brian.  You know you want to.  It's not like she can reach over the phone and
grab you or anything.  At least tell her you're okay."

I was putting all I could into the empathic connection to prevent Brian from
leaving, but then I felt him starting to shake off my link a little.  He was
beginning to break free to try and escape when his mother decided that I could
be for real and nearly broke my eardrum as she started crying out for Brian to
speak to her.

While I held out the phone for him to hear and rubbed my ear, her desperate crys
became sobs, and that broke Brian's heart.  As she continued to call out for
him, Brian finally couldn't take it anymore and hurriedly walked up and took the
phone.

"Mom, please don't cry.  It's me, Brian," he said starting to sniff.  "I'm
okay...  I've missed you too...  No, he isn't keeping me here...  No...  Yeah,
he's been nice too me.  He bought me breakfast this morning and...  I'm okay,
really...  No...  Yeah..."

At that point I got up and had Brian sit down in my place before grabbing some
fresh clothes and took a quick shower.  I was monitoring Brian's thoughts the
whole time, and had to hurry up and put my shorts on when his mom wanted to
speak with me again.

"Hello?" I said.

"Thank you so much for calling me.  If you can just tell me where you are, would
you keep him there until I can pick him up?  Oh, and were are you exactly?"

Once Holly had come back with the map and we figured out where the heck we were,
I convinced Brian's mom that it would be much easier if we brought him to her.
Brian's home was an hour out of our way, but it would take her two hours just to
get to the motel and I was considering helping Brian work out his sibling
problems a little.

Brian talked to his mom again after I got off, and once we were finished putting
everything back in the car and checked out, I had to go and get him off the
phone so we could leave.

As we went down the steps to the parking lot, Brian suddenly said, "You broke
your promise."

"I did not," I responded.  "I said I wouldn't try and take you back without you
wanting to.  I never said I wouldn't try and make you want to."

"You did trick me, so can I hold your coin until we get there?"

"Yeah, all right," I said, digging it out of my pocket.  "Just don't get too
attached to it," I said as I flipped it to him.

Tammy was clothed and asleep in the back seat with Holly, and right before Brian
opened the passenger door to get in, Holly said, "Is there any way you can wake
up the real Tammy for the rest of the trip?"

As Brian sat down, I replied, "Maybe.  I guess I could just tell her to let the
real Tammy run things a while."

"Tell who?" Brian said.  "Man, it's hot in here."

I started the car and hit the A/C then pulled out of the motel's lot still
thinking about what I could do with Tammy.

"Hey!" Brian suddenly exclaimed.  "How did you know my phone number?"

I considered on what to tell him, and then figured it would make things a little
easier while fixing Tammy if I just told him the truth.

"Simple.  I read your mind."

"Yeah, right.  Now tell me."

"I really did read your mind.  Right now you're thinking about asking why that
woman in the back seat is always sleeping."

"Nu Uh.  You're making it up."

"Heh.  Hey Holly.  Guess what Brian just thought of now?"

"What?" Holly said, taking the bait.

"What it would have been like if you had showered with him instead of me."

"Little pervert!" Holly said with a wiry smile.

"You really can read minds," Brian whispered before his excitement took over.

After spending nearly an hour playing mind games, Brian grew quiet thinking
about home.

"Brian?" I said softly to him.  "Why don't you take a nap.  You're very sleepy,
you know."

Brian's eyes instantly became droopy, and he yawned while telling me he wasn't
tired.  After repeating my suggestion and reissuing the drowsy commands, Brian
conceded and quickly fell asleep in his seat.

"You want me to drive?" Holly asked after kissing my right cheek.

"Yeah, that's probably a good idea," I said, putting the blinker on.

Once we had switched positions and were back on the road, Holly was quietly
humming to herself while I removed Tammy's clothes to prepare waking her up.

"You're in a good mood," I said as I pulled Tammy's panties off.

"I guess I am," she replied.  "I haven't felt this good since I fell in love
with Justin."

"I love you too, Holly.  I'm going to wake Tammy now," I said.

The moment Tammy's eyes opened, she gasped and cried out, "Master!"

"Tammy, I think it would be best if you let your other self run things until we
get to my place. Okay?"

"I'm sorry for what ever I did to displease you, Master," she cried. "Please,
use me in anyway you wish.  I deserve your punishment!"

"You haven't displeased me.  I just don't want others seeing you naked wherever
we go."

"But Master!  I can not let the other me even see you!  And I must me nude at
all times before my Master.  Please, Master, use me?  I've tried very hard to
please you, but I know you are unhappy with me.  Please?  Use me so I know I am
still yours?"

Holly muttered something under her breath while Tammy sat in her best fuck me
position and rubbed my hardon in my pants.  The more I tried to reason with her,
the more upset she became and the harder it was for me to resist fucking her on
the spot.

So after a half an hour, I gave up and put her back to sleep.  Once she was
dressed, I sat back and sighed.

"What are we going to do with her?" Holly asked. "You said Brian's mom wanted to
feed us lunch when we got there, and Tammy can't stay in the car that long.
She'll fry."

"Well, I guess I'll have to make her go lay down in Brian's house after making
everyone unable to see her.  Speaking of Brian, I guess I better wake him up."

"You think?  I mean, if I was a runaway going home, I'd probably rather sleep
through the trip so I don't have so much time getting nervous."

"Yeah, I know what you mean, but I'd like to talk to him a little bit more
before we have lunch with his family and never see him again.  I'm gonna miss
him."

"You just met him this morning.." Holly said exasperated.

"I know, but..  Heh..  I even showered with him.  Shit.  I'm getting way too
perverted for my own good."

"Oh, I don't know..  I kind of like you that way."

"Heh."

After waking Brian up and explaining how Holly and I had switched places without
him waking up, we spent the rest of the time talking about nothing in particular
as Brian became more and more restless.

By the time we pulled into his street, Brian was extremely nervous and was
begging Holly to turn around.  But when we pulled into his driveway and he saw
his mom, he was out the door before the car had even come to a complete stop.

Brian's stepbrothers hung around the open front door as mother and son cried
their eyes out hugging, then the two older boys finally came out when Brian's
mom put him down and thanked us again.  I didn't really notice anything strange
from them after my empathic senses had been stunned by Brian's and his mother's
explosion of emotion.  But while we were led inside, I picked up a strange
feeling from the older one.

Mark was fourteen, a well built athlete, and horny as hell.  Not just horny, but
HORNY.  And his twelve year old brother Craig was nearly as well built and just
as horny as he was, but his seemed to be directed at Mark, while Mark's was
simply everywhere.

While I was remote controlling Tammy into the nearest bedroom, I felt a huge
surge in Mark's arousal as he caught a glimpse of her.  I quickly made him
forget, but couldn't help but notice how his arousal didn't go down.  I mean, I
can't control hormones..

Brian's stepfather got home shortly after we all sat down for lunch, and Brian
visibly became uncomfortable by his presence.  But Mr. Peterson was genuinely
happy to see Brian, and I immediately felt his remorse and guilt for pushing
Brian too much into the sports.  Brian relaxed after his stepfather told him he
didn't have to play on anymore teams unless he wanted too, and that he was sorry
for whatever he did.

Once Brian had excepted his apology, Mr. Peterson thanked us, but before he
turned to his wife, his own arousal flared incredibly from the glance he gave
Holly's legs.  I was so distracted by the strength of his arousal, I didn't
notice Mark slipping away.

About ten minutes later, Mrs. Peterson asked Craig to go find Mark to finish his
lunch, and I couldn't help but reach out to find him myself.  When I did, choked
on my Sloppy Joe, and after I cleared my throat I excused myself from table
saying I needed to use the bathroom.

I quickly made it to the bedroom door where I had put Tammy, and had to dig out
my screwdriver key chain to let myself in after finding the door locked.

"Where are you going?" Craig said as he came around the corner looking for his
brother.

"I'm just, uhm," I said pulling the cracked door closed again.

Craig's eyes grew big from the slurping sounds coming from behind the door.
Without warning, he pushed the door so hard the door knob slipped from my
fingers and the door swung wide open to reveal Mark's face embedded in Tammy's
naked crotch.

"Holy shit, Mark.  I hope you're taping this," Craig said quietly while pulling
me inside and shutting the door.

Mark jerked off her mound startled, then relaxed seeing his brother's
unconcerned expression.

"Hell yeah," Mark replied as he tried to determine what my reaction would be.
"You know I wouldn't miss getting a tape of something like this.  Uhm, you don't
know her, do you?" he asked me.

"As a matter of fact, yes I do," I said as I started scanning his mind to find
out exactly what was going on.

"Fuck," Mark replied,  "I knew it."

"You mean dad didn't bring her?" Craig said, disappointed.

"No.  Does your dad usually bring unconscious girls home for you two to play
with?" I said, genuinely surprised.

"No, but it's like a dream we had about... Never mind," Craig said embarrassed.
"Please don't tell on us?"

"Yeah.  Hey, if you don't tell, we can let you have some free pornos," Mark
offered.

"Oh, so that's it.." I said when my scan found the information I was looking
for.  "You guys are trying to make your own pornos, like...  Your mom and dad
made them?"

"How do you know.." Craig started but didn't finish as Tammy began to pull her
top off in her sleep.

"So you guys want to make a porno.." I said, getting my pleasure out of seeing
them watch Tammy's body strip.  "You're both virgins, I take it.  Shit, you two
are so horny watching her I'm surprised you have the will power to not leap on
her...  So does your dad still make pornos?  Or did he retire?"

When I didn't get a response, I said, "Look, I'm going to wake her up in a
moment.  If you two can't answer a simple question, I'll have her put her
clothes back on and we'll leave."

"He.. He only makes them with Judy," Mark said in a husky distant voice as his
shorts fell to the floor and took a step towards Tammy.

"Oh God, Mark.  We're really going to do it, aren't we," Craig said as he
stripped.

"Nothing could stop us now," Mark said before running his hands up Tammy's nude
body to her tits.

"Wanna bet?" I said with a dangerous sound to my voice.

Craig instantly looked at me, his eyes containing a dare for me to even try as
Mark proceeded to climb on top of the still unconscious Tammy.

I stepped forward and reached out to stop Mark from mounting her.  As I
expected, Craig attempted to physically prevent me, but only ended up flat on
his back.

"Mark, you're not going to fuck her like that," I said grabbing his six incher
like a handle and preventing him from completing the penetration he had started.
"You're going to have to get off an.."

"LET ME GO fucker!" he said, swiping his fingernail across my left cheek.

"Son of a bitch," I said, realizing I was bleeding where he had scratched me.

In a flare of my temper, I made Mark scramble off Tammy and run out to get some
toilet paper to stop the bleeding he caused.  Craig had by then recovered from
my mental punch and was fighting his desire to continue where Mark had left off.
He wasn't sure what had happened, but he realized I wasn't going to let them do
anything to Tammy.

Just as Mark slipped back into the room with the strip of toilet paper, I woke
Tammy to tease them a little before we had to leave.

"I am yours to command, Master," Tammy said instantly.

"Tammy, I'm going to go and finish lunch and get a sandwich or something for you
to eat in the car.  This is Craig and Mark.  I'd like for you to tell them some
of your hot lesbian stories while I'm gone.  Don't let them touch you.  If they
try, you have my permission to yank their balls off, understand?"

"Yes Master," she cooed.

I stayed for a few more minutes listening to Tammy begin her erotic story
telling.  Both Craig and Mark were too involved in Tammy's words and actions to
even notice me going over to the hidden camera, pushing the stop button and
ejecting the tape.  When I finally left the room, the three were openly
masturbating as Tammy's words cast the two guys into a sexual daydream they
would never forget.

"What took you so long?" Holly asked suspiciously at the entrance to the hall.
"I was coming to go find you."

"Mark and Craig found Tammy, but I've taken care of things.  Tammy's just
telling them a few stories to entertain them."

"Hmmph.  I bet she does more than just tell stories," she said as we walked back
to the table.

Everyone else was done but me, but I made short work of what was left of my
Sloppy Joe, then motioned to Brian I wanted to talk privately with him.

"Brian, you're going to have to watch yourself around your brothers.  They're
going to get more and more secretive about things, and it's probably best if you
don't try to get nosy about it.  You'll understand someday, and I'm pretty sure
they will let you in on it if you want.  But not yet.  So don't, like, go in
their rooms without knocking and stuff, okay?"

"Why are you on their side?" he said surprised.  "I haven't even done anything
yet."

"I know.  Just..  Look, if I show you why you shouldn't, do you think you can
keep it to yourself?"

"Yeah," Brian instantly replied.

"I'm going to hold you to that," I said as I led him towards the room.

I started to opened the door slowly, but once I recognized the sound of a mouth
sucking a dick, I flung it open and groaned.

"I thought I said nobody touches anyone else," I said interrupting the blowjob
Tammy was giving Mark.

"I'm sorry, Master.  I thought you meant I could touch them, just they couldn't
touch me," Tammy said hanging her head.

"Come on, let her finish, please?" Mark begged.

"Why?" Brian said with a evil grin.  "Doesn't Craig do it good enough for ya?"

We all stared at Brian with astonishment, and he started turning red.

But then he added, "It's not like I never saw mom giving Rick one, and you two
do it more than they do.  Does it feel that good?"

"Yeah," Mark said. "It does."

"Well, you guys will just have work it out on your own," I said. "It's time to
leave, Tammy.  Please lay down on the bed."

"Yes, Master," she said with a hint of remorse.

"I told you I should have gone first," Craig said angrily to Mark.  "I still
haven't gotten a blow job."

The thought suddenly occurred to me that if Craig was desperate enough, he might
try and force Brian into blowing him after we leave.  Apparently everyone
expected their parents to fuck afterwards, and that would be the ideal time for
Craig to try something.

"Craig, if Tammy gave you a blow job, would you promise on your happy sack that
you'll leave Brian alone?"

"Uhm, yeah.  Anything," Craig said softly.

"Hey, what about me?" Mark said.  "I'm going to have blue balls if someone
doesn't blow me."

"I'll do it," Craig said as his dick jumped.

"Shit, Craig.  I knew you watched that one with mom, dad and uncle Peter too
many times.  You're turning into a fucking queer."

"Fuck you.  Go and jerk off then.  And don't ask me to do it again either,"
Craig said hurt.

"Uhm, I don't have to watch, do I?" Brian asked me.

"Nah.  Go do what you want.  Oh, and tell Holly we'll be ready in a few minutes.
This won't take long."

As Tammy slipped Craig's four and a half inch boner into her mouth, I did a more
in-depth scan of Craig's mind.  The video with his father and uncle messing
around hadn't been the only bisexual porno he had seen, but it had been his
first, and it had given him a new perspective on things.  The fact that his
father had given his older uncle a blowjob before fucking him in the ass had
first given Craig the idea of blowing his brother, and since then had allowed
his lust for his brother to grow.  

Craig was finding it more and more difficult to keep his desires hidden from
Mark, and even though Mark had talked about doing more than just getting a
blowjob, Craig wasn't about to try anything else, especially since Mark hadn't
even attempted to blow him.

Craig was breathing heavily with his eyes closed and mouth open while Tammy
worked slowly on his cock.  While I was examining the details of Craig's
fantasies concerning Mark, Mark suddenly dived between Tammy's legs and
attempted to do a little tongue work.  

I stopped him, but before I even said a word, Craig said, "Mark, let me suck
you! Please?"

Mark tore free from my grasp, and moments later was standing over Tammy with his
dick buried inside Craig's sucking mouth.  I was fairly turned on by all this,
so I began to manipulate their arousal and pleasure to fit my own mood and
needs.

I quickly motivated them to try a little face fucking, and as Craig got the hang
of it, Mark started to gasp and pant from the new sensations.  His mind was
floating away from reality, unconsciously planning to make fucking Craig's mouth
a daily exercise.  Craig's happiness didn't really matter to him.  All he wanted
was to get off the best way he knew how.

I couldn't see anything I could do to help their situation out that didn't mean
seriously altering them.  So all I did was make sure Brian would be safe from
their horniness, and once both Mark and Craig had cum, I got Tammy dressed and
had her cooling off the car while Holly and I made our goodbyes.

I hadn't really believed it when I told Brian I'd come visit him again someday.
But not only did I visit him again, I changed his and his step-brother's lives
forever.  

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Tim, the Teenage MC
By Rass Senip
Chapter XIII:  11th Grade, Fall 1987
Part 3 - Best Friends
(mc mf)

Holly had noticed the lump in my shorts after I had brought Tammy out, but had
waited to say something until we were on the highway.

"You know what?"

"What?"

"If I didn't know better, I'd swear you let them have their way with her."

"If you didn't know better."


"So what did you do?"

"I didn't do anything, but you were right about her doing more than just tell
them stories.  I walked in on Tammy giving one of them a blow job and stopped
it," I said, omitting the rest of what happened.

"I wish we could bring her real self out," Holly sighed.  "I could really use
another girl to talk to."

"Uhm, I've been meaning to talk to you about that," I said.  "I'm not really
sure which Tammy is the real Tammy."

"What do you mean?  That slave bit isn't the real Tammy.  It couldn't be."

"Okay, the master slave bit is not really her, but I'm not so sure about the
rest.  I mean, I think they are both the real Tammy.  Like different parts of
her.  And the Tammy we've been talking to the past day has all Tammy's memories
and knowledge.  I think once the slave commands have been removed, whatever is
left will be the real Tammy.  The point is, if you want to talk to her, you
might as well do it now.  Maybe you'll find something out I can't."

"But.." she said before letting out a deep sigh.

A good ten minutes passed before she suddenly exclaimed, "OKAY!  Wake her up so
I can talk to her!"

"Shit, Holly.  Do that again and I won't have to wake her up," I exaggerated.
"Hey, you know what?  I just thought of something.  Yeah.  That will work.
Okay, wakey wakey, Tammy."

Tammy opened her eyes and stretched, then after looking over at me she looked at
Holly and said in a bewildered voice, "Who's driving the car?"

"What?" Holly said.  "What do you mean who?  Tim is."

"He is?" Tammy said looking at me blankly.  "But there isn't anyone there.."

"She can't see me or hear me, Holly," I said smiling.  "Don't talk to me.  If
she really starts to think I'm here, then she'll be ripping her clothes off
again."

"Oh.  Ah, the car is being remote controlled.  You know, Tim's dad is rich and,
ah, well, you know,"  Holly stuttered out.

"Oh," Tammy said very disappointed.

After several minutes of silence where Holly almost said something before she
chickened out, I said, "Come on, Holly.  You wanted to talk, so talk.  She is
still your friend, no matter how she acts."

Holly let out another sigh, then turned around to look at Tammy and said,
"Tammy, what's wrong?"

"He doesn't like me, does he?" she said in a quivering voice.

I rolled my eyes up and shook my head, wishing I had never made her think I was
her master.

"Sure he likes you," Holly said trying not to look at me.  "He's just trying to
keep me happy by not using you like a doll."

"But I WANT him to use me like a doll," she said with some conviction.  "Holly,
PLEASE tell him it's okay?"

"Why, Tammy?  I don't understand you any more.  You used to be so careful.
Remember when we bet on who would keep their virginity the longest?  You won
that bet, remember?  I still can't believe.."

"Oh, but it feels so GOOD!  I wanted to share that with you so much.  I'm sorry
for trying to trick you.  I only wanted to make you happy, and make him happy
too.  You haven't as much as had a date since Justin.. I just thought you could
use some good sex.."

"Good sex?  You call being made a happy nymphomaniac the cure for getting over
Justin?  I've forgotten all about him.  I've just been busy with Beany being
mine now, and..  And.."

I felt Holly holding back something that she didn't want to say in front of me.
But she didn't have to say it.

"You only wanted to have sex with Him again, didn't you," Tammy said softly.
"Holly, don't you think I know all that?  You talked about Him like He was some
kind of super lover, but you never gave me any details about what exactly you
two did, and Justin hurt me just as much as he hurt you when he left for someone
new.  If it wasn't for my old master making me his, I don't know what I would
have done.  But now..  Now I have no worries.  He tells me what to do, and I do
it knowing I'm making him happy.  And making him happy makes me happy..  Can't
you see how much better it is?"

"But you wanted to have sex with me.  Did you feel that way before he made you
like that?"

"No, but that's because I felt it was gross and ugly.  But it isn't, Holly.
It's wonderful.  I wish I could show you, but I know you wouldn't like it unless
He made you like it."

I kind of tuned the conversation out at that point.  I knew Holly wasn't going
to find anything out that I didn't already suspect or knew, so I let my mind
wander to make time slip away faster.

After a while, Holly got tired of being turned half way around in her seat and
climbed in the back to talk more comfortably.  They were simply talking girl
talk, both of them almost forgetting how things were different between them now
that Holly knew about Tammy's other life.

I sent Tammy back into snoozeville when I got off the highway so I could talk to
Holly about what was to come.  Unfortunately, all Holly wanted to do was discuss
her own personal conclusions of what Tammy's condition was, and I didn't try to
stop her because she felt she was helping Tammy that way.

When I drove through the front gate of the North mansion, I finally relaxed my
mental guard against the possibility that Tammy's master would some how locate
her.  Holly was suddenly very quiet as we pulled up to the two level garage, her
attention captured by my father's helicopter resting on its pad just outside the
front of the mansion.  She never even noticed the two nude women walking across
the lawn in the back.  And before she could get a chance to, I pulled into the
opening garage door leading to the air conditioned level of the garage.

"I'll have my dad's mechanic Randy work on the girls while we take care of
Tammy," I said as I put the car into park and shut off the engine.  "Uhm,
Holly?"

"Hmm?" she said, noticing Randy's muscular form at the other end of the garage.

"Hey," I said, turning her head towards me with my hand.

I didn't pull my hand away from her cheek as she looked in my eyes, and I
suddenly felt a strong sense of affection flowing between us.  I rubbed her soft
cheek and then moved my hand up to the side of her head to stroke her hair.  Her
gaze never left my face, and finally she knelt forward to plant a kiss on my
lips.

The kiss was short but full of emotion, and after finishing our kiss, Holly
wrapped her arms around me and hugged me a few minutes while I continued to
stroke her hair.

"I love you," she  sighed.  "I can't stop thinking about how strong my feelings
are about you.  I never felt this way with Justin or anyone."

"Oh, Holly.." I sighed back.  "I love you too.  But there are things you don't
know about me and my family that might change the way you feel about me."

"What do you mean?"  she said sitting up disturbed.

"Well, for starters, my mom and I kinda like don't usually wear clothes in the
house.  My dad usually wears a robe, but not always.  And my dad has a lot of
servants who don't wear any clothes either."

"Shit.  Well, as long as no one expects me to go without clothes, I guess I
could handle others not wearing any."

"Yeah, I'm sure you can handle that and a lot more.  But..  You're going to see
a lot of girls your age and older who only want to serve my dad any way they
can.  They're not quite as bad as Tammy, but almost.  And you might be offered
your own male servant who will be a lot better looking than Randy or me."

"Why are you telling me all this now?" she said a little frustrated.  "I
expected most of this from what you said before.  You made it clear you didn't
go for what your dad does."

"I know, and I know you wouldn't have lost your head if I didn't mention it, but
I just felt I needed to warn you anyway.  I know my dad pretty good.  He's going
to have his way with Tammy."

"Well, you'll just have to make sure he doesn't," Holly replied sternly.

"I figured you'd say that," I sighed.  "But there's something you still don't
understand about me, and I'm not sure how you're going to take it."

"What?  You're not going to tell me you're married, because I know you're not.
You're not gay..  What else could there be?" she asked half serious like.  But
then the half smile disappeared as it occurred to her, and in a softer voice she
asked, "Is it another woman?"

I looked her in the eyes and she knew that's what it was without me having to
say it.  I felt her energy drain away from her spirit as she realized I had been
hinting at that all along.   She just hadn't wanted to believe it and had
ignored it until now.  

"Holly, I'm sorry.  If it makes you feel any better, it's not just another girl,
but my best friend too.  The three of us are kind of..  I love them with all my
heart.  I want to help them recover so bad... But just being in the same room
with them makes them go nuts with emotions..."

"I don't understand," Holly interrupted.  "Recover from what?"

"Lets take our stuff to the house and I'll explain on the way," I said before
giving her a peck on the cheek.

I woke Tammy up and once Tammy stripped her clothes off in a hurry, the three of
us carried our luggage as far as the door of the garage before the five servants
intercepted us and took them from us.  

"Master, is this your palace?" Tammy said in her best sexy voice.

"Uhm, it's my dad's mansion, actually," I said, trying to not look at her perky
tits as the saliva she had just rubbed on the nipples made the tips stand out.

"Holly, please?" Tammy whined.

"What?" I asked, having a good idea what.

"But Tammy, I..  It doesn't matter, though, does it.  Nothing matters anymore,"
Holly said sadly.

My eyes locked onto Holly's, and an instant later the empathic connection
formed.  I felt the heartbrokenness she had been hiding from me, and I was
starting to realize how far her feelings for me had progressed during the time
we had been together, when Holly somehow closed the link and started to hurry
back the way we came.  

"Holly," I cried as she broke out into a run when she entered the garage.  I
felt her tears and emotions riding out of her as she searched for someplace to
hide and cry.  I wasn't sure what to do.  If I went after her and tried to
comfort her, she would always hate herself for letting someone see her in that
state.  She prided herself on being unshakable.  But at the same time, I would
never forgive myself if I didn't do something to help her.

I followed her cloudy mind and was surprised as she was when Randy suddenly
appeared in front of her.  Holly's defenses went up immediately, and if it
hadn't been for the dampness around her eyes, Randy wouldn't have known anything
was wrong.

When Randy realized she was upset, he immediately asked her if she knew anything
about engines.  My jaw dropped from his brilliant idea to distract her from her
troubles with something he knew she must know a lot about.  

Randy was the mechanic who had found the cracks in Midge's engine block, and I
guess I had spent a lot of time talking about Holly and Beany as we worked on
her.  Randy was one of those truly gifted mechanics, and had been my dad's
personal mechanic ever since he had graduated from high school three years
prior.  While living in my dad's mansion and working as many hours as my dad
needed, he was allowed to go to school to get his mechanics degree/certification
and live his life the way he wished.  He had managed to keep his high school
girlfriend for a whole year before they went their separate ways, and since then
had discovered my dad allows his slaves to freely have sex with each other.
While he was very happy with the sex he now received, he missed the chase and
the intimacy he had with his old girlfriend.

I figured he knew what he was doing when he convinced Holly to show him how
Beany's engine was different from Midge's, but before closing the lock on his
mind, I made sure he wouldn't try anything, especially after finding him
checking her ass out.

"Tammy," I said as we started walking again.  "Have you ever been in love?  I
mean, real love?"

"I love you, master," she said with emotion.

"Tammy, you don't even know me.  I meant the kind of love that you found on your
own, not forced on you.  Did you love Justin?"

"I don't think so.  No, not Justin.  But I do love you, master."

"I know you do," I sighed.

We were met at the elevator by my dad and the twins, and after giving Tammy a
quick kiss which she tried to extend into a tongue fest, I let my dad take her
to the study while the twins and I went to check on Joey.

The twins had worked out a way to shield my presence from Joey enough that I
could approach his room without him knowing it.  Apparently it had been my own
emotions which he had picking up on rather than his small telepathic abilities
sensing me.  I was even able to look in the door to see him watching TV with my
mom, and he never  suspected anything was up when my mom saw me and left him to
speak with me.

"You're dressed," I said when we were safely out of earshot.

"I had to put clothes on to keep him from getting flash backs of when he had me
under his control.  Where's Holly?  I thought she was coming home with you?"

"She's, uhm, helping Randy with the two girls."

"The two girls?"

"Midge and Beany."

"Oh, I see," she said, not really meaning it.  "I take it your father has the
other one?"

"Yeah, but he promised not to do anything until I'm there too.  How is he?"

My mom brought us to a stop and faced me straight on.

"I don't want to get you all excited, but he's starting to act like his old
self.  He really went through a lot of grieving last night.  I think the worst
is over, and he's been asking about you a little."

"Me?  What did he ask?"

"Well, like what you were doing, and if you were mad at him for what he did.
He's having a lot of trouble keeping what Steven made him do and what he wanted
to do separate, and he's feels guilty for all of it."

"Can I see him?  Can I talk to him yet?" I asked staring back the way we came.

"Give him a little more time, dear.  He's not ready to handle that yet.  About a
half an hour ago he had another fit of rage from watching Tom and Jerry.  I had
to change the channel to the Muppets to keep him from getting violent.  He still
very unstable."

"Have you heard from Suzi's folks?" I said finally looking at her face.

"Of course I have.  Don't get your hopes up, but Betty mentioned you might be
able to go see her for a little while tomorrow.  She thought maybe you'd like to
have dinner with them, but also said that you may have to leave on a moment's
notice if she felt Suzi couldn't handle it."

Without another word I dashed to the nearest phone and called Suzi's house.  To
my great disappointment, nobody answered the phone, and by the time I gave up,
my mom had returned to Joey's room, and the twins had wandered off.

My heart felt weighted down, and after checking on Holly and finding her having
a good time dissecting Beany and Midge with Randy, I finally joined my dad in
the study.

"Master!" Tammy joyously exclaimed.

"Tim, you've been abusing her!" my dad said with unhidden anger.  "Damn it, boy.
Haven't you learned you can't just let a slave go without giving them the
fucking they've been programmed to want?  She's practically in a state of
depression!"

"I know.  But I made a promise to Holly, and... Shit, Dad.  I would have made
one miserable no matter what I did."

"Well promise, or no promise.  If you don't fuck her, I will.  I can't get
anything from her mind with her in need like this.  She so fucking horny!"

"I can't fuck her, and neither can you..  But.." I said, looking in Tammy's lust
filled eyes.  "Maybe there is a way."

I spent a good fifteen minutes trying to talk Holly into swapping bodies again,
but instead of agreeing, she just gave up and told me to do it myself.  After
spending another ten minutes making sure she meant it (more for her sake than
mine) I closed the thought channel and turned towards the masturbating playboy
centerfold who called me Master.

It must have been all over my face, for the moment I looked at her, she knew.
She crawled over to me and without any hesitation planted her tongue inside my
mouth and proceeded to french me for all I was worth.

I was surprised to find my hardon pressing against her bare belly, not realizing
she had already pulled down my shorts.  Once my shirt was off, she licked her
way from my mouth, down to my cock, then after making sure it was thoroughly wet
with her spit, she worked her way back up to my mouth before mounting me in a
quick stroke.

Even without my empathic sense I would have been thoroughly aroused beyond the
ability to resist fucking her like I did.  But my empathic sense were fully
functional, amplifying my own lust and desire with hers, pushing me to fuck
harder, faster, the need to fuck so overwhelming, so desperate, need to fuck,
driven to fuck, nothing better than to fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck...

That's when I felt it for the first time.  Tammy suddenly felt horribly wrong to
me.  Her mind, her body's movements, and her emotions were all empty shells,
while her soul felt trapped inside another shell.  It felt cold, heartless, and
utterly.. wrong.  Her emotions were empty of life, her movements were forced and
unnatural, and the skin which had moments before been hot with passion now felt
as dead and rancid as a corpse.

I shrieked with horror and was out from underneath her in a flash.  I fell off
the side into the study's 'ring' before I scrambled to my feet and tried to get
a hold of myself.  My dad and Tammy both watched me in complete astonishment as
I hugged myself fighting off the last few shudders, then as I looked at Tammy's
desperate face, I felt it hit me again in the face.

"I..  I..  Dad, do what you have to.  I can't anymore..   Oh God.  I think I'm
going to be sick," then I ran out of the study trying to escape the horrible
dead feeling I kept getting from Tammy.

No sooner had I walked off my queasiness that I felt it rise up again as a maid
walked by with a sexy walk.  I quickened my pace once she passed by, but then I
felt I was approaching two more and altered my course.

The more I tried to avoid the other servants, the more trapped I felt.  I
literally was surrounded by the horrible dead feeling they all seemed to emit.
Imagine suddenly finding yourself in your home with everyone you met in the
halls having died and risen from the grave.  All the girls wanted to fuck me
with their rotting bodies, and the guys were all willing to stop whatever they
were doing to assist me in any way they could, just like a zombie in the
presence of their master.

I was running down the main hall terrified, and almost tossed my cookies when
grandma poked her head out the elevator to see who was making all that noise.
She was like death himself staring at me through those gray eyes, and when I
turned around screaming, I ran right into a wall which apparently had decided I
needed some sense knocked into me and provided me with the means to do so.

The next thing I knew, I was sitting up shaking my head, then while I was
rubbing my smushed nose, I heard the elevator ding.

A shiver ran down my body as I recalled the source of my terror a few minutes
before, and if my legs hadn't been tangled up in themselves, I probably would
have been fleeing when my mother stepped out.

"Tim, what's wrong?  Why were you so terrified?" she said as I rushed towards
her.

I hugged my mommy like she was Teddy, and the comfort of her hugging me back
while keeping me safe from harm washed my jitters away.

"Timmy, what is going on?" she said softly.  "Did someone try to take your mind
over?"

"No.. I was..  All the slaves feel horribly wrong to me.." I said before
catching a glimpse of Joey looking out of the elevator.

"Hi," Joey said timidly.  "You okay?"

I was so surprised to see him, I couldn't even respond.  I just stood there with
my arms still clutching my mom looking at Joey like he had painted himself red
and was claiming to be an apple.

"Joey, why don't you go back up to your room while I talk to.."

"No, please?" I said tearing my eyes off him and looking up at her face.  "I'm
okay.  Really.  I just got overwhelmed by something new I felt from Tammy."

"Uhm, maybe I should go back," Joey said, reaching for the button.

Without a word, I leapt into elevator just as the doors were starting to close,
and just caught a glimpse of my mom's face before the doors shut her out.

"Shit," Joey said startled.  Then with an apologetic look he said  "I wasn't
sure you would want to even look at me."

"You kidding?  It's been hell not being able to get near you, let alone see you.
Can I..  Can I just give you a hug to know you're really real?" I said in a
shaky voice.

"I guess," he said in an equally shaky voice.

The elevator doors opened at that moment, and we both sort of looked at each
other waiting to see whether we should get out first.  We stalled so long that
the doors shut again, and before we could reopen them, the elevator started
going back down to pick my mom up.

By the time they opened again, we were giving each other the biggest hug we
could manage without causing each other discomfort.  My mom didn't get in the
elevator, but instead she reached in and pushed the button for the upper floor.

We broke apart when the doors opened again, and we walked out with goofy grins
on our faces as we made our way towards the bedrooms.

"I think I remember this place a little better," Joey said as we turned a
corner.  "Your room is down this way, isn't it?"

"Yeah," I said with a lump in my throat.  "You want to go and check it out?"

"Sure.  I'm kind of tired of my own room."

After we reached my room, we sat down on the bed while he absorbed his
surroundings.  Then suddenly I felt a pulse of shock from Joey that almost made
me jump to my feet.

"What's the mat.." I said, following his eyes to the painting of him entering my
ass for the first time.

Joey's gaze was locked on that painting while his mind was going three hundred
miles an hour.  I felt his emotions starting to fly apart, and I braced myself
for things to get very difficult.  But it didn't quite happen that way.

"So we did do that kind of stuff.." Joey said in a strong but unthreatening
voice.  "Was I gay?"

"No!  You're not gay.  I'm not either.  You don't remember that?"

"All I really remember is what I did...  as Joseph, and some stuff you and I did
for fun before that, some which was with Suzi.  But I thought I hadn't done it
before Steven made me have sex with people.  I don't know what to think now.  Do
we do it a lot?"

"No.  We did it with girls a lot more, and you never did it with another guy but
me.  We're like... like brothers but closer.  We only did it to make each other
feel good, and because we loved each other enough to try it."

"Would it hurt you to know I don't think I ever want to again?" he said quietly.

"Joey, I love you.  I don't care if we never have sex.  I just want you to be
yourself again.  I'm not saying I won't miss it a little, but it isn't important
right now."

"But it is important.  It's important to me.  I feel like I have two different
people inside me.  One is saying it's gross, it's bad, it's wrong, while the
other is wanting it, craving it, needing it.  I thought it was something Steven
did to me to make me that way, but now..."

"I'm sorry, Joey," I said getting up and standing in the way of his view of the
painting.  "Maybe we should go back to your room."

Joey's eyes fell to my crotch, and I could feel surges of lust and disgust
flowing through him.  But I also could feel his determination, and I realized he
was purposely making himself face the chaos he was experiencing.  He was
attempting to desensitize himself to his wildly fluctuating emotions, and I was
amazed by how strong his will was to just remain sitting there and stare.

After about ten or so minutes, Joey finally looked up at me and smiled weakly.

"I just remembered our first jerk off session," he said lowering his eyes down
to neutral territory.

"Yeah?" I said, sitting down next to him again. "Remember that Penthouse we were
both looking at?  I still have that one somewhere."

Something about my mentioning the Penthouse magazine disturbed him, and for a
moment I thought he was going to breakdown and cry.  But instead he sighed and
scooted back on the bed to stretch out and lay down.  I was about to do the same
when he pulled his hardon out and started beating his meat.

I was in the mists of deciding whether or not I should ask him why he was doing
that in front of me when he started to cum.  His cock shot out four long and
powerful strands of cum, all landing on his chest and belly before his shudders
and shakes scattered his aim and the last two went off the side.  Then as his
dick stopped pulsing and his gasps settled down, Joey did something I never
would have believed he would ever do.  He scooped up a finger full of his cum
and sucked it into his mouth noisily.

"What?" Joey asked when he noticed my shocked face.  "My balls were hurting, and
I remembered you and I talking about how to cure that.  Man, that was awesome.
It hadn't felt that good for a long time.  You want some?" he said, offering a
finger full to me.

"Joey..  You NEVER liked tasting cum.  You threw up the first time you tasted
mine, and that was because Suzi had used your body to do it."

"Oh...  I just wondered what it tasted like.." he said with a distant voice.  "I
think I remember you..  You making me want to suck you?"

"Yeah, but only because you didn't believe me I could.  I didn't want to, but
you and Suzi talked me into it just to prove...  What's the matter?"

"Where's my mom and dad?" he said looking in my eyes.  Even without my empathic
senses telling me, I knew he suddenly felt vulnerable and somewhat scared.  If
not for himself, but for his parents.

"They're asleep, Joey.  They won't wake up until you're ready to wake one of
them, and then maybe they will wake the other, or maybe you'll have to wake them
both.  Uhm, Joey?  Do you remember anything about Sarah?"

"Sarah..  Yeah!  She's my sister.. Or was.  Shit.  Yeah, I remember," he said in
a down voice.

I quickly decided it was too soon to talk to him about what we had found, so I
got on the bed next to him and waited for him to say something.

Several minutes passed before Joey said, "Do you think Suzi will ever feel
comfortable around me again?"

"Huh?  Sure she will.  Suzi knows you weren't yourself."

"Yeah, but..  You don't know how powerful these feelings are.  And how hard it
is to tell if they are my real feelings or not," he said before sighing.  "I
think Suzi won't be able to help feeling strange when she's around me for a
while.  I mean, I keep getting flashes of hitting you with my fists, and that
makes me feel really strange laying next to you.  I think I beat you up pretty
bad.."

"You didn't.  Joseph did.  You may have his memories, and maybe even a little
bit of his personality, but as far as I am concerned, Joseph is dead.  Long live
Joey, okay?  I'm positive Suzi will see it that way too.  Now stop worrying
about it."

"Timmy?" Joey said a few minutes later with a shaky voice.  "I can't stop
thinking about what I did, and how much Suzi and you mean to me.  No matter what
you say, I did what I did and I know loved doing it when I did it.  But now...
I'm sorry..  I'm really really sorry..."

At that point, Joey started crying right where he laid.  I pulled him towards me
and welcomed his arms wrapping around me as he continued his sobbing on my
chest.  My own tears were flowing by then, a mixture of happy and sad tears as
my emotions rose and fell with the surges of Joey's grief and my joy.

I knew Joey was gonna be okay, and with that bit of knowledge, I felt like half
of my soul had been restored.  Now all that was left was the other half.

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The first 10 chapters of this story are available at:
http://www.mcstories.com/Tim/

And the very latest version of this story, plus other stories set in 
_The Book_'s Universe are also available at:
ftp://asstr.ml.org/pub/Authors/Rass_Senip/
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