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I did not write this story, and I don't know who did.
I've tried to fix the paragraphing a bit, but I might
have overdone it a bit.  (Though it *IS* a lot better
to read when the paragraphs aren't 500+ lines each.)


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	_High Acid Content_ (The_Book_pt11) 

A warm summer day in Brooklyn. The sun was high. Sounds 
of the city had dropped off as Bob walked into the park. 
The breeze wasn't providing much relief. 

The park had drawn him, pulling him away from his ride. 
Something called to him, something with presence. He 
released the driver, sending him back to his own trivial 
errands. There were plenty of other chauffeurs if he 
wanted one. 

Today's journey started by searching for the hit men's 
boss. Nothing had come of it. The man, it turned out, 
died in a brutal argument shortly after ordering the 
attack on Bob. As a path of investigation, it totally 
washed out. 

Bob walked the wide paths, relishing the break from his 
search. There would be other leads to follow soon. He'd 
have to let Jorge know about this. The death seemed to 
indicate someone was carefully covering their trail, 
afraid of discovery. 

He paused to watch the leaves above, still in the sun, 
as the world passed by below. He wondered what happened 
to the breeze he'd felt earlier. 

A hundred yards away, a kid with oriental ethnic origins 
stood. He held a rifle by a tree, trying to line Bob up 
in his sights. The rifle was an Air Force survival .22, 
one of those little jobs that folds up into its own 
stock. Difficult to hit targets at any distance with, 
but easy enough to conceal. 

The trigger squeezed, the sound a sharp snap. The shot 
missed.  

Before he could fire again, Bob had him. Bob scanned 
through his mind looking for clues to the hidden 
mastermind. Once again, it led to another man who 
ordered him offed. The kid had been told to watch for 
Bob where the dead man used to hang out. This time the 
trail would lead to China town. 

Bob was astounded the kid managed to follow him. As he 
searched the boy's brain, he found enormous experience 
at working marks. A pickpocket and child con artist for 
the last three years, this was just the first time he'd 
been asked to kill someone. 

The killing would make him important. 

It would gain his membership to the Tong. He would rise 
from the ranks of petty thief to someone with power if 
he succeeded. Bob felt a little bemused at the ambition, 
to be a bigger minnow in the same pond. Bob could 
identify with the goal. 

Adjusting the young assailant's loyalties was simple. 
Bob sent the has been assassin to find a place of 
concealment near the hotel. He'd be taking him along 
when he went to the Tong's headquarters. 

The boy scampered away, something like a frightened 
rabbit, aglow with the task from the new gang he'd 
joined. 
 
Bob remained where he was, considering the attraction he 
felt earlier. It was very strong now. He couldn't reach 
out to touch the odd geas, but it remained tenuously 
there. Then something tweaked his interest. 

It was a tree.  The one the youngster used for 
concealment. The tree was short and stunted, nothing 
growing near it for twenty or thirty feet. For some 
reason the tree radiated symbols, a little like the 
amber like medallions. 

The sense was vaporous, out of reach every time Bob 
strove to contact it. There was a feeling of hidden 
intelligence, a separate ego, an active set of thoughts. 
Still he couldn't reach the stream of symbols, unable to 
quite read them. 

Bob felt at his wrist. He'd had a watch made like 
Jorge's to keep the amber like slip of coin. The symbols 
weren't slipping through the shield he'd fashioned 
around it. The tree was its own source of the symbols. 

The tree was unusual for this park. It was the only one 
of it's kind here. It bent with twisted, gnarled, almost 
muscular, branches. The thin leaves were healthy and 
green. They were narrow, about finger length, green, 
flat and very sparse. 

It felt good to touch the tree. The odd pull vanished as he 
felt the coarse bark. It was as though the thing was pleading 
like a dog, for attention, a little petting, a little 
affection. 

After a few moments, he decided there was little more to 
be learned from the tree itself. So he wandered the park 
to consider his odd discovery. 

Park paths took him away from the mystery for now. He 
relaxed, problems could simply sink away into oblivion 
until much later. 

==== 

A single bird careened amongst the trees.  

Light wind gave the waving branches a surreal 
atmosphere, almost dreamlike. The manicured meadow was 
peaceful in the sunlight, empty save for the occasional 
avian adventurer. Fresh cut grass smell lingered, but 
the wall of trees about the field moved to and fro 
without concern for the activities of such mere mortals. 

The park was oddly empty, not just this one field. Bob didn't 
mind. The privacy was a good touch after the last few months of 
living in Manhattan. He lay back on a blanket he'd 'borrowed', 
closed his eyes, and soaked in the quiet. 

As he relaxed he cast about him with probes of thought, 
seeking activity, a caution brought about by the 
attempts on his life. Trying not to dwell on the threat 
didn't prevent him from taking precautions. 

No one nearby was harboring threatening thoughts about him. Oh, 
some guy at the far end of the park was contemplating 
committing a mugging. Bob saved the elderly couple the punk was 
eyeing by performing an instant act of reform on the kid's 
psyche. 

There was also a young woman, he could sense her. She 
was about 18, and just out of sight amongst the trees 
around the field Bob was relaxing in. He eased a gentle 
hint of curiosity into her, something to bring her 
within sight. 

She stepped out to the green field, walking close enough to 
give him a good view. Olive brown skin, dark black hair, she 
was about 5' 9-10" tall. Her legs were almost golden in the 
sun, looking almost as long as the rest of her body. He knew it 
was an illusion, but their straightness also drew his 
attention. She wore tight, almost too revealing red shorts, and 
a halter top which restrained what appeared to be very pleasant 
assets. Some kind of silver jewelry graced her neck, the end of 
which was secluded among those same assets. 

Bob wondered what she would sound like in orgasm. He wondered, 
is she be one of the screamers, a moaner or would she whimper 
in a totally submissive state of grace. Or, he smiled to 
himself, is she one of the ones who crossed the boundaries 
and had giggling fits?  

She turned to face him. He could see wide eyes, soft red 
lips, and stately chiseled Roman nose. Her cheeks were 
smooth and high, accenting the fire in her eyes. The dark 
hair framed her face, also accenting her features, showing 
her beauty off as though she were a porcelain doll. 

He reached out to her and played lightly along her nervous 
system with the symbols. It was a serious performance, her body 
an unusual musical instrument with unique tones and resonance. 

She gasped, bringing one slender supple arm up so her 
fingers brushed her lips. The other arm crossed her torso 
beneath her chest, fingers holding to her side. Eyes 
dimming as her eyelids struggled to remain opened, she 
almost writhed in place from the invisible grasp. Her 
head nodded forward, then lurched back, flinging the 
black hair over her shoulders like a mane. Her breath 
rasped in sudden uncontrolled heat. Her swaying body 
moved smoothly into an almost dancing rhythm.  

He let go physical control. 

She remained standing, gasping and regaining composure as 
he released the hold he'd taken of her. He was pleased 
with her response. It should be more fun to manipulate 
this woman from child, than simply squeeze her body 
sexually dry in one quick burst. 

"Oh!" she said, coming to her senses, realizing he was 
watching and grinning at her. "Oh, I don't, I, well, I 
don't know what came over me." 

"That was very interesting. Come on over and sit down."  

"I can't. It wouldn't be a good idea, I think." 

He relished the way her lips rolled as she spoke. The 
facial expressions she used while speaking were acts of 
sensual behavior as well. 

"Only for a few minutes, really." 

She cocked her head as though in thought, unaware Bob had made 
her mind up for her. The idea of fleeing passed quickly. 

"Okay," as she walked forward, hips swaying, an invitation to 
direct and immediate rape. Bob admired the flexing movements of 
her waist as she dropped elegantly to the grass near him. 

"I'm Bob. And you...?" 

"Beth. Beth Covecce."  

"Beth, we can have some fun together. Bet you'd like that." 

"I'm not sure, I don't know you, like I said before. I 
shouldn't even  be talking to a strange man alone in the park." 

"Have I threatened you?" 

"Nooo." She force the admission from herself. "Have I done 
anything other than talk to you?" 

"Well, nooo." 

"Where is the harm in sitting and talking with me?" 

"I don't know. I just feel uneasy about it." 

Bob could feel her trepidations better than she could. 
He was thriving on it, in fact. The nervous reaction to 
being suddenly aroused so strongly in front of a total 
stranger brought mild fear up from her gut. Her sullen 
concern excited him. 

She looked at him, big browns appraising him as though 
he were a prospective employer. Her hands folded 
smoothly in her lap, arms ever so slightly pressing her 
breasts together and out. Bob felt his own juices stir. 

"What do you do Beth?" 

"I'm going to be a student at Columbia, this fall. I'm 
going to enter the business program..." 

"You still live at home?" 

"Yes. I'll commute to classes." 

It was Bob's turn to be reflective. She'd better dress 
more conservatively for that trip. Dressed the way she 
was, she invited sexual assault in this city. It was all 
he could do to keep from tumbling her right now. But he 
realized the thrill, the power, the excitement of using 
his talent was best drawn out. 

"What do you do Bob?" She came to the conclusion she 
subconsciously decided to risk meeting him, so she was 
going to get to know him. He could sense her will trying 
to take control of her actions. He smiled, knowing how 
helpless she was. She took it to be interest in her 
friendliness. 

"I consult for a law firm in mid-town. I was exploring 
different parts of the city. Today I thought this park 
looked interesting." 

"Yes, it is nice. A little patch of quiet and calm." 

A pause lengthened into reverie. They both watched a 
squirrel zip across the grass in front of them. The mad 
dash was both frantic and curious in nature. A small 
flock of pigeons settled into a picnic area at the far 
end of the field. 

Her legs stretched out, showing the turn of her ankles in 
gentle geometry. Bob watched her hang her head back, 
showing the smooth expanse of tender neck, silver 
necklace vanishing into her cleavage. The neck appeared 
yummy enough to sink his teeth into. He chuckled to 
himself, almost a vampire like thought. 

"What's funny?," she caught his eyes with hers again. 

"I was just thinking about vampires and how tasty your 
neck looked just now." 

She reddened up. The pink color overcame her tanned 
skin, giving her a look of innocence. She tucked her 
head down, trying to conceal her embarrassment. She 
didn't see how this aroused Bob. 

The quiet returned again. Bob could feel she wasn't sure 
why she'd sat with him, and the remark about her neck 
disturbed her Italian Catholic upbringing. What to make 
of this new acquaintance of hers in the park? The 
attempt to fathom his comment seemed to be eat into her 
thoughts. 

"Do you have a boyfriend Beth?" He already knew she did. 

He was looking for more ways to bring out the 
embarrassed pink in her face. 

"Yes, his name is Joe. It's really Joseph, but he likes 
me to call him Joe." 

"Do you do things with him?" 

"Oh yes," came vivaciously. "We go out to movies and 
dinner all the time. He's so sweet. We're going to get 
married after college. He's going away to Holy Cross. 

Holy Cross is in someplace called Wooster. Only it's 
spelled like the cooking sauce, you know Worcester or 
something. I think." She pronounced the name like 
Westchester, probably more familiar. 

"No Beth. Do the two of you do things in private 
together?" 

"Huh?" Then she turned red again as it dawned on her 
what he meant. She looked away from him, and spoke, "No, 
we're waiting until we get married." 

"That's a shame, you don't know what you're missing." 

"I can wait, thank you." Her face became wooden, not 
pleased with the direction of the conversation. 

"I can show you, if you want." 

"I think I'll go now, thank you very much." She started 
to get up. As she reached her feet, Bob sank a set of 
curiosity symbols into her, and a twinge of desire to 
try something with him. 

Standing there, looking at him as though he'd torn her 
clothing off, she pondered. He could see the gears 
clicking in her head. Actually a stream of symbols 
spinning in a whirl, including the ones he'd added.  

"I guess I could hang out a while. It's not as if I need 
to go anywhere or do anything today." 

"That's nice. I'd hate to see you leave when we were just 
getting to know each other." 

"Um, yeah." She stretched herself back out on the grass, 
her skin almost glowing from perspiration in the warm 
summer weather. At least, it seemed the sweat came from 
struggling with the hot weather. 

"So what do you two do?" 

"Um, I'd rather not talk about it." The embarrassment was 
strong, the taboo subject of sex and intimacy was 
bringing her to an uncomfortable state of uneasiness. 

"Oh, come on now. It can't be so bad." 

She pinked up again, turning away before almost 
whispering, "We kiss." 

"Kiss? That's all?" 

"He sticks his tongue in my mouth. I like it, but it's 
kind of gross." 

Bob laughed. He couldn't help let his raucous laughter 
roll him over in the grass. This was the worst, the most 
embarrassing thing she experienced so far about sex? 

"What's so funny!?" 

He calmed down. The bridge of her nose wrinkled up as 
she used a stern expression. Dimples were slightly 
visible in her cheeks. 

"You're embarrassed about necking? In this day and age, 
when virginity is so incredibly disposable? I'm hardly 
sure I know what to say." 

"You! You! You!" she sputtered at him. 

"It's okay! Calm down. Come over here, that's right, 
come on over here." 

Pouting like a rebuked child she crossed her arms. 

"I won't hurt you, I promise." 

She crawled over where he was sitting. She knelt next to 
him. He pulled her around, placing her head carefully in 
his lap. She resisted lightly, but not too seriously.  
Along with her furtive glances, she managed a nervous 
smile for him. Her hands clenched into fists over her 
chest, a barrier against advances. 

He smiled at the resistance, knowing how hopeless it 
really was. He bent forward, giving the barest of 
kisses, almost brotherly. She pushed him back. 

"Joe and I..." she trailed off as he made a more serious 
effort to engage her in passion. His tongue levered 
between her lips and glided along her teeth. She yielded 
to the kiss, opening her mouth and allowing him entry. 

Her tongue remained elusive, evading his own as he 
sought after it for greater interaction. Yet her hands 
were cool, now against the back of his neck as she 
pulled his face into her own. 

Yes, she thought, this was nice. But Joe, what about 
Joe? Shamefully, she felt, she was betraying Joe even by 
just necking with Bob. Bob was so, well, in charge. She 
knew Joe could never be this enticing, drawing her into 
a sensual experience like this. 

Bob enjoyed the sensation of her inner embarrassment. 
The pink shade of her face as her eyes closed with each 
passionate embrace was further visual confirmation. She 
entered into necking with minimal adjustment, a light 
tweaking of her interest, her curiosity. The humiliation 
was an enjoyable side effect. 

His hand rested on her bare tummy. The skin's surface 
was smooth and soft, muscled underneath, but delicate to 
touch. She twitch and pushed at his arm every time he 
moved the hand up her rib cage.  

Against her struggling resistance, his hand cupped her breast 
through the material of the halter. The flesh beneath pillowed 
his hand nicely, more than filling his hand. 

"Stop!," she squealed, pulling back from him. She rolled off 
his lap, and started to shake her finger at him. "I don't do 
that sort of thing. Keep your hands where they belong!" 

"Where did you think they belonged?" As he asked he sought out 
the resistance inside her. She contained many oddly conflicting 
views, any of which could cause a lot of trouble. "Tell me how 
it felt." 

"It felt...," uncertainty swept up in her. He prodded her 
interest and desire again. She was confused, her face 
screwed up in a semblance of deep thought.  

He rode the cyclone of symbols in her head, interjecting 
feelings of pleasure, blocking sensations of fear. There 
were many elements in the spinning thoughts giving rise 
to fear. Every time he thought he'd given her counter 
thoughts to overcome the fear, another would pop up. Once 
it was an image of some nameless nun, slapping her for 
some trivial error. An idealized image of her father flew 
past, certain in itself he would never do this with her 
mother... 

Reluctantly, she drew close again. She sat beside him, 
offering her lips as a sacrament to him. Once again her 
hands gathered themselves into little fists, but she 
struggled to keep them down on her lap. 

He allowed her to worship through the meeting of their 
lips. Their tongues returned to the tenuous game of 
chasing each other around in their interlocked mouths. 
Her brown eyes closed in gentle submission at each kiss, 
giving her lovely face an appearance of grace. 

Right arm held her across her back, he lightly held her 
close by the shoulder. As they necked, he used it to pull 
her once more into his lap. Between kisses, her brows 
furled, eyes pleading him to do her 
no harm. 

Tension ignored, she allowed his hand to cover her 
breast unimpeded. The nipple popped to a stiff erection 
under the halter. She gasped, feeling a sinful pleasure 
seep into her chest from his touch. 

"Oh!" She gasped it out, looking to the side. He rolled 
the nipple, still behind the cloth, between his fingers 
and thumb. Her lips opened with a sharp breath. She 
clenched her eyes shut, as though in pain rather than 
the soothing pleasure he knew she felt. 

He slid his hand under the halter, cupping his palm 
against the flesh. Her head snapped back, eyes open 
again, a gasp expelled with startled surprise. Her hands 
came up again, both grabbing hold of his forearm. Yet 
she allowed him to continue, rolling her head with 
rhythmic breaths, coming from low in her diaphragm. 

His left hand found the bow and knot at the back of her 
neck. He pulled it undone. Rolling back the cupping 
halter revealed the unattended breast, a pale mound of 
soft pliant skin, tipped with a nipple whose color 
almost matched her lips. The areola was almost three 
inches across with the knob jutting outward just so. 

He bent down to her chest. With the tongue's flat 
middle, he licked her almost light enough not to be 
felt. But the nipple's skin tightened immediately. He 
took the time to curl his tongue about the rubbery knob, 
lashing as well, back and forth. The flesh hardened, 
stiff erect, and pointing outwards from her chest. 

She was rolling her head now, rubbing back against his 
leg and waving her silken hair about. Her eyes rolled 
back, the lids shuttering open and closed. For all her 
shame in allowing him to use her body, she enjoyed the 
sensations all his attention gave her. 

Pulling his hand free from the halter's bottom string, Bob 
caught a glimpse of the end of her necklace, a little silver 
cross. He smiled, and moved it so she couldn't fail to see what 
he was setting aside. 

A huge surge of shame and guilt flowed through her, washing in 
amongst the sensations of pleasure. He chose this moment to 
tweak her nipple harder than before, bringing another gasp of 
pain and pleasure from her soft red lips. 

"unna, ooohh...," she moaned. 

She strove to suppress the guilt and shame, to enjoy the 
luxurious sensations his petting brought out. It was a 
mixed battle, bringing out Bob's own arousal.  

He played with her. The nipples were sensitive 
instruments, controlling her arousal without modifying 
her mind. She rode about on his lap, something like the 
sporadic movement of tree tops in the wind.  

Teasing at her now, he settled back, watching her face 
enjoy the his manipulation with only one hand. Then he 
slowed to a stop. She settled against his stomach, 
whimpering. 

"I never knew. I never knew how nice it would be," she 
whispered. "You still don't. All we did was some gentle 
petting." 

"I, um, thank you." 

"We're not done you know." 

"No?" She shuddered nervously. 

"I just think we'll find someplace else to play." She sat up, 
starting to retie the halter in place. "Don't bother. Take it 
completely off, now." 

"What!?" 

"You heard me. We'll both enjoy it more."

 "But...," she nearly whimpered. 

"I insist. Do as you're told." 

"Um, as you say," she said. She hesitantly removed the halter, 
handing it to Bob, who tucked the cloth into his rear pocket. 
He picked up his things, and they began to walk. 

She kept looking about. Afraid someone would see her walking, 
tits hanging out, with only the little silver cross over them. 
Thinking of the cross brought out another bout of humiliated 
shame. But Bob knew she now had become determined to explore 
the experience a little longer. 

==== 

The street wasn't empty, and several people were stared at 
her. No one said anything, no one would in Brooklyn. But 
she felt filthy. The degradation of walking down her own 
block on the way home, without any cover over her full 
breasts, was eating into her composure. 

But Bob refused her quiet plea to return the halter top. 
Walking under the windows where friends were certain to be 
looking out.  

Worse still was what he was doing as they walked past people 
she knew. In the most familiar manner, his arm was around her 
back. At the most embarrassing moments, he reached under her 
arm and cupped her breast. The fingers pinched her nipples, 
shooting a fire of pleasure along the rib cage and up to her 
throat. The feelings were intense and so good. She enjoyed the 
use he was making of her, even before strangers. Not to mention 
the friends and neighbors who were watching her pass. 

Bob sucked in the emotion, excited at how she'd reacted. He was 
also pretty exhausted, causing so many people to forget seeing 
the two of them. There were far more than he expected in the 
five blocks from the park. 

Beth was near tears, but stoically accepted her fate. 
The tears couldn't hide her heightened breathing though. 
The humiliating walk came to an end as they entered the 
hallway to the brownstone. They entered her family's 
apartment and a sigh of relief came out. 

Bob knew relief would be short lived. He had already 
probed the apartment as they entered. 

Air conditioning licked along their sweaty bodies. The 
cool air gave Beth at least a series of attractive goose 
bumps. She was very unsettled, having brought him home 
for their fun. However, her mother would be shopping for 
some time, and Dad wasn't usually home until eight 
lately. 

As they stood in the living room, Bob cupped her breast 
and pulled her face to his for a passionate kiss. 

This was the moment Beth's mother stepped into the room 
from the kitchen. 

"What in the hell?!" she shouted. 

"Mother!" Beth's arms tried to cover her nakedness. Red 
streaks shot through her complexion, her head hung to 
one side as though beaten. 

"You slut! This is how you repay us?! The Good Lord 
knows, we've fed you, clothed you and..." Mrs. Covecce 
stopped in mid-sentence. Bob turned to Beth and sucked 
in the sensations of humiliation, degradation, and guilt 
the girl was exuding. His rock hard prick strained the 
confines of his trousers. 

Then he looked back at the mother.  

She also had long jet black hair, the same slender but 
full figure, and a delightfully lovely face. Beth must 
have inherited the brown eyes from her. Her stern look 
was gone, dropped into a trance like state. Her clothing 
was interesting considering the weather. 

She wore a heavy smock like felt shirt, a mid-calf 
length skirt, and a pair of sandals. What he could see 
of her legs were almost identical to Beth's and her 
hands looked delicate but strong. The shirt was billowy 
enough to conceal the exact shape of her breasts. 

She couldn't be older than 37 or 38. Her face just 
didn't carry the wrinkles of any more age than that. He 
figured with a little make up, the mother and daughter 
could pass for sisters, twin sisters. 

He adjusted her mind symbols. When he let her free 
again, she would be in an odd sort of servant mode. 

She'd do anything for him. She turned her life over to 
him for everything until he reset her later. She still 
would hold her own views and express them, but she'd 
defer to anything Bob wanted. 

It was easy enough to do, just not exciting to take her 
this way. The conquest wasn't the same. Bob wondered how 
other Voices got any excitement without slower 
incremental control, allowing the other will to fight 
back. Then he let go of the thought. 
 
"Beth," he prodded her to look up. 

"What?" She looked at her mother, "What did 
you do to her?" "Nothing yet. What's her 
name?" 

"Judith, but Dad calls her Judy." 

"Sit down in the large chair Judy," he commanded. She 
walked over scowling again and sat down. "How would you 
like to see me fuck your daughter, Judy?" 

"NO!," squealed Beth, "Not in front of mother!" 

"Oh yes dear," her mother replied, dripping acid. 

"You've been such a slut, you may as well get plugged 
now. If I get my way, your father will take a belt to 
you later." 

Her shame rose further, tears welling from the depths of 
her eyes. Bob turned her around before her mother, and 
kissed her passionately. She responded even more 
strongly now. Humiliation brought the heat out in her. 

Bob reached for the young woman's tits. He fondled them 
as he kissed her, knowing Beth could no longer resist 
the bright pleasure he gave her. He pulled back to watch 
her reaction to being used before her mother. Her heat 
was fanned by the crushing pressure on her nipples, and 
a moan escaped her throat. 

"You little cunt," said the mother, "you've been 
screwing around all along, haven't you. Why else would 
you sound so much like a whore?!" 

"moth..." Beth gasped at a sudden twist Bob gave her 
nipple. "yess." 

She staggered in place. Her head swayed with lust. 
Bob stopped molesting the girl. He stepped towards her 
mother. Then he turned, looking back at the vision of 
sex standing confused before him. Uncertainty made her 
fidget. 

"Take the shorts off, and anything underneath too," he 
commanded. 

She stared at him for a moment, then turned away and 
began undoing the zipper. While she was doing so he 
kicked his shoes off, and began to unbuckle his belt. As 
the hot pants hit the floor, Bob's trousers hit too. 

She turned around, displaying the curly black hairs at 
her groin. She tried to cover the pink parts with her 
hands, self conscious being nude before her mother and 
Bob both.  

"Pretty good looking daughter you have, Mrs. Covecce." 

"So you're going to rape my baby, are you? What kind 
of..." 

"Save it cunt," he interrupted. "When I'm done with her, 
you're going to beg to be fucked too." 

"You wouldn't dare! You filthy cretin. Do you really 
think I'll allow you to manhandle me that way!?" 

"Yes you will, and you'll like it too." 

He bit back the anger he'd started to show. It was his own 
fault, not taking the time to more completely take the other 
woman's mind. Just for fun, he sent ecstatic jolts shooting 
through the snarling woman. 

Like her daughter had reacted in the same role, she 
blurred into a sensual haze. Her eyes rolled back, lips 
parted, and rolling sine wave like motions began in her 
body. She moaned and threw her head back, intently 
watching his eyes whenever she could keep her own open. 

A hand instinctively raised to her mouth, she sucked a 
knuckle in past the teeth. Her shoulders arched back, 
and her abdomen rolled a little in lustful heat. 

He released the hold he'd seized on her nervous system. 
The symbols withdrawn, she blinked. Aware how she'd 
behaved, she turned her head away. He read the concern 
in her, a concern that she was no better than her 
daughter. 

Beth, also watching this, was both aroused and 
embarrassed by her mother's heated response. Mothers 
never have anything to do with sex, do they? This was a 
challenging concept to the young woman. Oh sure, sex to 
make babies, but not for fun. 

"Now Beth," Bob returned to his initial play thing. The only 
thing she still wore was her silver cross. It pleased him to 
know she imagined it burned her. It scalded her for sins she 
believed were about to be committed. "Sit down on the floor. 
Spread your legs and touch yourself." 

"I can't do that! Mother told me it would make me sick." 

"Hmm, maybe we can fix that." He eyed her mother. "You 
go join her. Strip down to your birthday suit and sit 
along side. You can show her what to do." 

The older woman stood and rather mechanically unbuttoned 
the shirt, peeling it back to reveal a black lace bra 
restraining assets to compete with her daughter. The 
skirt restrain her walking stride as she moved along 
side her daughter. 

She unzipped the skirt, pulling it down around her 
knees, and finally over her feet. In equally smooth 
motions she removed a small slip, and the bra. Her 
panties were also black lace, and were soon in the pile 
with the rest of her attire. 

She sat, spread her legs, and began to rub her clit 
immediately.  

"You spawn of Satan! How can you make me do this?" She 
startled as she rubbed the pleasure button. Realization 
passed across her visage. "You did this to Beth too! 
I'll do anything you want, just leave my baby alone. 
Please, I beg of you..." 

Bob smiled, maybe leaving her in control of her opinions 
and ability to speak wasn't such a bad idea. She saw 
this whole thing as an act of God's will, the devil's 
actions for sure. Her own shame was on the rise, only 
she was able to express her fears. 

"Ahhh!, no, no, no," she said. Her hips had abandoned 
her control, and were humping against her hand. Beth 
joined in, again aroused by the sight of her own mother, 
fucking herself with a finger. 

Bob enjoyed the bouncing motions the two sets of breasts 
were making. Every motion Beth made carried flesh into 
rolling movements. Judy was bobbing them up and down as 
she fingered herself, forcing the flesh into excited 
circles. 

"Oooooh," Beth made a round shape with her lips, 
panting, moaning, and moving as much as her body 
demanded for the deep feeling. 

"Aaaahh, unngg!," cried the mother. She would 
occasionally whimper and whine as though she'd been 
injured. Then a burst of "yes! YES!" would spout from 
her lips and she would be moaning again. 

He could make out the hands in both cunts, rubbing the 
pink tissue with fury. A chorus of moans from the two 
women grew louder and more intense.  

The mother came first, at least she knew a little of 
what to expect.  

"YESS! YESS!," she screamed, slamming her head from side 
to side. The black hair flew about giving the appearance 
of total abandon. Her body writhed about, thrashing 
against the floor. As she finished, her eyes were filled 
with tears, sobbing sounds began to come from her. 

Beth's moaning had become stronger. She was completely 
oblivious now to her mother's state. Her lips swollen in 
lustful red, she rolled her tongue along the soft 
surfaces. Her head bobbed and her eyes slipped to half 
mast. She grunted and moaned, occasionally whimpering 
with pleasure. 

"OH!" Her body went into convulsions. She began to flop 
about furiously, and then rigidly pulled herself into a 
ball. The orgasm came so quickly and passed just as 
fast. 

Bob finished undressing while the mother and daughter 
lay side by side. He knelt beside Beth's head. She 
smiled.  

"That felt so nice." She was still in the haze of after 
sex pleasure. He grinned at her. Her mother was looking 
at the far wall, trying not to meet his eyes. 

"We're not finished yet." 

"What should I do?," she asked. 

"Get up and suck on my cock." 

"Oh. I can't do that." 

"Of course you can. You'll find it very exciting." 

She turned away a moment. Her mother was unwilling to 
meet her eyes at all. Beth got up to a kneeling position 
and tried to take the stiff member in her hands. The red 
nails accented the difficulty she had in holding his 
prick. She couldn't bring herself to get a good hold on 
it. 

He took her, controlling the motions more tightly than 
before. Her hand now wrapped about the stem, she leaned 
forward and opened her mouth. Tongue out over her lower 
teeth, she began to lap at him as if he were an ice 
cream cone. He pushed arousal signals along the paths of 
symbols in her mouth and tongue.  

Her excitement grew as she licked and finally sucked him 
into her mouth. He could feel the massaging tongue, 
rubbing the bottom of his prick. He released control 
again, now that she was getting involved more heavily.  
She tried to drive him past her teeth into her throat. 

He'd left a sense of desire to please him. She worked on 
evading the gag reflex, unconsciously aware of his 
enjoyment being deep inside of her. His prick slid in 
and out along her lips. The moisture of her mouth and 
the gentle arousal from her tongue were bringing his 
heat up. 

Watching her face, with the cheeks sucked in to aid in 
producing vacuum, he could see her eyes were locked on his own 
face. She watched him for his release, uncertain what to 
expect.  

He took hold of the back of her head, forcing her to 
plunge him deeply. He penetrated her throat, aiding her 
by modifying her natural reaction to the cock at the 
back of her mouth. Her lips rolled smoothly at the root 
of his cock, her nose gently pressed his tummy. 

Plasma hot semen pumped into her throat, he could feel 
the spasming movements inside his cock. The release felt 
good, her mouth felt good, his hands clutched in her 
hair felt good. He breathed in, trying to recover 
already. 

He let her go. She gasped for breath. When she could 
control her breathing again her face grinned up at him 
in exultation. 

"I did it!" As she realized just what she'd done, and 
the look of exultation changed to one of startled guilt. 
Her own pronouncement brought the tinge of red to her 
face. 

"You sure did," he responded. 
Her mother had a look of shock on her face. She was 
stunned as much by her baby's happiness at sucking cock 
as the act itself. Bob grinned, knowing who controlled 
the situation in any case. 

He sat down on the couch. Crooking a finger to Beth's 
mother, he summoned her over. 

"Your turn," he tried to sneer, but it came out more 
like a request. Although he had no problem dominating 
his toys, he just couldn't make himself sound mean yet. 

"You get it up for me again. No using your hands 
either." 

Her arms draped across his legs for support, Judy began 
to lick at his prick with a bit of disgust, a reaction 
from her upbringing, not from her body. Bob realized how 
she was reacting. He began to give her shooting 
sensations of pleasure with each contact of her tongue 
or lips. He caused the little jolts to trace down her 
torso to her tits and groin. She began to become excited 
at making contact with his organ. 

Beth watched this, entranced. Her mother was sucking a 
cock. Sucking the same cock she'd just finished sucking 
herself. Her mother seemed  

to like it too! Her brown eyes opened wide in amazement. 
Soon, her mother had Bob stiff again, the short third leg 
hard as before. 

Bob stopped her mother, who now seemed reluctant to cease. 
Judy allowed herself to be pushed to the side. Bob was set 
on taking Beth, getting a cherry for himself. 

Beth looked at Bob's stiff manhood. Although not large, she 
thought it huge. She knew she'd had it in her mouth, even 
to her throat. Yet somehow it looked too large to fit 
inside of her. 

He began to kiss her. She felt him guide her hands to the 
object of her interest. Judy, her mother, was sitting to 
the side whimpering as she was left out for now. Beth could 
see her mother, jaw open, hands playing with her own 
breasts. Having her mother watch this left her feeling very 
used indeed. 

His hands were on the cushions of her chest, now and then 
twisting at the nipples, bringing a gasp from her throat. 
She was panting with anticipation, wet in her crotch. She 
tried to thrust her hips into his body. She needed the 
physical stimulus.  

He took hold of her thighs. Pulling them apart, he 
exposed her maidenhood. He was determined to pop her 
cherry for her. She knew it was coming, her fluids were 
dripping now. 

"Oh, please, please don't hurt me. Please," came the 
plea. 

He pushed her ankles, slender muscular curves, up above 
her shoulders, bending her up double. She tried to hold 
open her pussy lips for him, waiting for the violation of 
her body she now knew was coming. 

With a hand to guide himself, Bob pushed the first inch 
into her. She whimpered with surprise at the slight pain. 
Gently, ever so gently, he pressed forward. The pressure 
hurt quite a bit. Then suddenly there was a light tearing 
and he slipped in further much more easily. The pain was 
still there for a moment.  

As he began a more rhythmic in and out motion, she felt a 
pulse of heat, an energy throbbing up from her cunt. The 
feeling came from the top where the length of the prick 
rubbed hard against her. She began to buck back against 
the pressure there, trying to increase the stimulation. 

Bob enjoyed her expressions as they flashed across Beth's 
innocent face. A grinding fight against pain to 
outrageous ecstatic pleasure. A silent scream to a hazy 
lost in lust softness. The tight pulled back lips, 
exposing teeth as though in anger, to the fish like 
kissing motions.  

He dropped his face to hers and plunged his tongue into 
her mouth. She tried to wrap her arms around the back of 
his head to pull him deeper in her mouth. Her legs 
reached around his hips, using her heels to pull him into 
her groin. 

The heat rose within her. Like a brushfire it seared her 
torso, through her chest to her throat. As they continued 
to kiss, she started to scream, forcing her breath into 
his mouth as she let loose. She started to whimper and 
cry as her body continued to lurch through the rest of 
its orgasm. 

He held back. As she finished her orgasm, he pulled out. 
She continued to cry, working into a sobbing mess. He 
scanned her, but this was just her recovery from orgasm. 
She probably would always cry afterwards. The guilt at 
feeling so good was tremendous. She slowly recovered, 
smiling.  

"You best run off and clean up," he told her. There was a 
bit of blood showing, the last remnants of her hymen. He 
grinned as she scampered off. 

He turned to Judy, who was fingering herself. 

"You need attention." 

"Not from you, you pervert," she snarled. 

He blocked her from orgasm using the symbols. Her lust 
was growing rapidly, bound to peak even if she didn't 
come. He excited the sense of pleasure rising from her 
clit.  

"Hmm, unngh!" The moan dripped from her as she flopped 
her head to the side. 

"You won't be able to come until I let you. Yet you will 
get hotter and hotter as each second passes." 

"OOOOOHH!" Long dark hair splayed out behind her, making 
waves of its own. 

"You'll have to beg for release." He sat down in the 
chair, relaxing. 

"Unnngh!" Her legs straightened out sharply, her hips 
bucking.  

"Hi," Beth said returning to the room. She came to an 
abrupt halt, seeing her mother thrashing about on the 
floor. 

"Sit down Beth. Enjoy the show," Bob directed her to the 
couch. She sat without taking her eyes off the sensual 
display. 

"OOOOOHH GOD!" Neck muscles taut, the facial expressions 
Beth's mother used were of hot struggle. Struggle for 
release. Bob stepped up the erotic signals from her 
chest and groin. He threw in a tingling sensation along 
her neck, where a lover might nibble if so inclined. 

"PLEASE! STOP THIS!," Judy shrieked. 

"You know how to end this already," he replied. 

"GOD! YES, PLEASE COME FUCK ME! OOOOOH," and she slipped 
into a series of grunting moans. "PLEASE, I NEED IT. 
AARRH! FUCK ME, FUCK ME." 

Bob laid down, allowing his penis to stand up from his 
waist. 

"Why don't you do the work bitch..." 

She crept over to him and swung a leg over him. With the 
slight but soft fingers of her right hand, she guided 
the organ into her dripping slit. Dropping quickly into 
place, she impaled herself upon his cock. 

Immediately she began rocking and grinding into him. A 
moment later, Judy had her hands splayed over his chest, 
head bent forward. Her eyes fluttered as her hair formed 
a billowing tent over their heads.  

Bob could see her puffy lips, tongue dashing in and out 
with each panting breath. Drops of sweat rolled down the 
sweeping breasts, swinging before his eyes. 

She strove to milk him, trying to clench muscles in her 
vagina. The grip was firm, but not real tight. He could 
feel her tighten and loosen along his length. Her hips 
rolled with more and more urgency as he tweaked her 
pleasure centers with even more heightening symbols. 

"Annngh! UNNG! Annnngh! UNNG!" 

Her patterned moaning and grunting got stronger. She 
leaned back, jutting the ample mammaries upward from her 
body as she leaned on her hands. He reached up and began 
to twist her nipples. The rest of her breast's flesh 
rolled in waves like human jello. 

"Oh!" she exclaimed with every sharp brutalization of 
her nipples. 

Bob felt the rush of semen starting to form in his 
groin. He released her artificially restrained orgasm, 
pinching her nipples as hard as he could. 

"AAAA!!!" 

Her eyes ground closed, she forced an animalistic grunt 
through clenched teeth and tight lips. Every muscle in 
her body tightened as hard as rock, the only movement 
she allowed herself was the wild, untamed, and violent 
thrashing of her head. Hair flying every which way, she 
shuddered to the core of her being. 

His high pressure surge plunged into the depths of her 
womanhood. The seed flowing freely from his cock. He 
grunted through two releases of semen into her already 
wet tissue.  

She stiffened again. An aftershock of sex hit her, a 
mild additional orgasm. The roughness of the act was 
letting go slowly, giving her further surges of pleasure 
up and down. She finally whimpered and rolled off Bob.  

Bob smiled at the ceiling in lustful afterwards 
reflection.  

==== 

He took the mother once more, making her enjoy herself 
far more than she'd ever imagined possible. He took Beth 
again too, plunging into her ass since she wasn't on the 
pill like her mother. Her humiliation fed his desire to 
a furious flame. 

When he left, the mother was set on learning more about 
how to please her husband. So she could get more out of 
the intimacy as well. Beth was set on teaching Joe 
everything she'd learned. 

He'd been forced to adjust the two so they wouldn't 
destroy their lives trying to get their partners 
involved. 

It was very difficult to work around their theological 
beliefs without destroying their personalities. He 
wondered to himself how the thrust of Christianity had 
become so opposed to sexuality. The admonishments 
against usury were more severe in the Bible. As far as 
he remembered, the admonishments against sex were just 
warnings that it distracted from worship. Of course, the 
pleasant little embarrassments gave him such a thrill. 

He didn't want Beth or her mother without those sweet 
humiliating sensations they radiated like beacons. He 
wasn't sure if he'd ever see the two women again. But he 
also kept their phone number. 

Serendipity. This leisure pursuit was exhilarating. 
==== 

Peters stood behind Jones. He waited anxiously as Jones 
and Heather slipped into the entertainment room Thadeous 
commonly retired to after paperwork. 

Thadeous was deeply engaged in reading. 

Jones pointed to his boss, and nodded to Heather. She 
nodded back and began to concentrate. Her brow broke 
into a sweat, she seemed to strain, clenching her fists 
tightly. 

"Heather dear," a voice spoke from within the room. 

"Don't strain yourself too hard for Jones just now. He 
didn't know it wouldn't work." 

The well dressed leader of the Institute stood, setting 
a book aside. 

"Peters, I'm surprised to see you. I thought you'd have 
told Jones to forget the idea. You knew what would 
happen." 

"I did, but he insisted. I couldn't tell him why. I 
didn't want the Spark hurt." 

"You go now. Take her with you. Why don't you let her 
play with her toy for a while." The reference to Diane 
set a smile upon the tech's face. The smile worked 
itself into a grin. 
 
"Thank you sir." 

Peters took the red head by the arm and led her away. 
Diane would service him as well, allowing him to play 
in the brutal manner he now liked. Heather would 
guarantee it. 

"Jones. What am I to do about you? You know I don't 
want to send you to Jezabel." He sighed audibly. "So 
you finally noticed I never use a shield?" 

"Yes sir." Jones sweated profusely. His little coup 
d'etat blown by the most unexpected result. Did this mean the 
man confronting him was a Spark too? 

"You shouldn't take long to believe I'm a spark." Almost 
reading his mind. "But it isn't the case, not at all. I 
just happen to be immune to their influence. My 
uniqueness led to rapid advancement when I started work 
for the Institute. 

"No, I'm no Spark. But now you tried to use one to take 
over from me. Again, what do you think I will do?" 

"I expect you'll send me off to her." 

"Ha!," the immaculately accoutered man laughed. "Nope. 
Actually I can't afford to lose you." 

"What then?" 
Walking across to the windows, Thadeous breathed out a 
sigh. 

"Look, I know what you want. You want to be able to 
control people like that little whore we just chased 
out. I'm the man who will give it to you. You need to be 
patient though. First my goals. We will control the 
politicians when we can get the talent to answer to us, 
not some half crazy...," he waved his hand in emphasis, 

"lunatic like the spark who escaped." 

"What are you saying?" 

"First we have to get the solutions through technology. 
That's why it was so brilliant of you to remember 
Peters. He worked on the Spark simulation project. He's 
been reforming a research team. They need to finish the 
work. Without interruption from some rogue Spark who 
could tear us all apart, even me." 

"So then...?" Jones began to fidget, wondering why he 
hadn't seen the need for the completion of research. 

"Just stick with me. Between the two of us we can toss 
Jezabel aside, and soon we'll run the whole country. 
Then you can play with the little sluts to your hearts 
content. Give me your loyalty. Just stick with me!" 

"Ah, yeah." He looked out the window, looking at the 
mountainside below. "Okay. I apologize. I'll stick with 
your game plan, you just see to it I get what I want 
too." 

"Deal." 

They shook. Jones thought to himself, this is the most 
human he's ever acted around me. 

Thadeous thought, if I can only hold a team together. It 
will work yet. 
 
==== 
 




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