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The further adventures in _The Book_ series, an adolescent fantasy

Nonconsensual, m/f,f/f, some mild violence, nursing woman...

The story follows this 

	***** Public Service Statement *****

The following story contains a 'scene' with a lactating woman. 

This is at least in part because of the number of responses I
received from a number of readers who caught the mild hint in an
earlier entry of _The Book_ series. Apparently many people share this
particular fetish, although it is not a simple task to attain the
experience. In part, this is because women who are nursing may or may
not let the kid's father nurse, but a woman would need a very special
relationship to nurse another woman. Them's da breaks.

A few items of interest on nursing mothers... 

** A MOTHER NURSING HER BABY IS NOT EVEN REMOTELY SEXY ** If she is
nursing her baby, she is feeding the child, not posing for someone's
fantasy. It is hard enough to nurse an infant, don't make it harder on
any woman you happen to see in the middle of the act. Ignore it, look
the other way, or even better, treat it as a natural act- the same as
walking or talking. Do not annoy someone trying to raise their baby
properly.

More mothers are nursing children on the recommendation of doctors for
a simple reason. It's healthier for the baby to nurse. Doctors in the 
US will acknowledge the child's first 3-6 months should be nourished 
by nursing.

There are a reasons it is healthier for the baby, including the
biological-chemical signals from the mother's immune system to the
baby delivered via the milk.

It's also healthy for the mother; a significant percentage reduction
in the risk of breast cancer results from nursing for a reasonable
duration (I forget the actual statistic, does it matter?).

Lastly, it is probably the most important part of emotional bonding
between the mother and the infant. In their entire lives, there is no
more intimate act the two will perform together. This assertion TM by
a variety of child care pundits.

If you are interesting in Breast Feeding your child (not the adult
infant you keep as a pet), I strongly recommend you contact, in the
US anyway, the _La Leche League_ (I've been known to call them 'the
leaky league'). They have active chapters in most communities.
Although I personally feel they have an anti-male bias, frequently
ignoring an important support element of the mother's family - the
father; I assure you they are a good organization, helping mothers
learn to nurse their children in the face of social stigma and
ignorance.

Interesting points... 1) a woman need not go through child birth to
begin lactation, 2) lactating doesn't protect against pregnancy
(contrary to popular myth), 3) Men *can* lactate, but the conditions
permitting this biological oddity are brutally unhealthy.

End of religious diatribe.

** THAT SAID **

There is *enormous* sensual pleasure suckling at a lactating woman's
breast. The act is more giving and emotional on both parties part in
addition to the simple sensualistic performance. This can lead to
several fun scenes, which may be explored in the story line
following. Wanna lay odds on that?













			_Book, What Book?_

Bob looked at the clock. It was a little after noon.

The tall woman in the gray suit now sat in his arm chair, drinking a
cup of caf. Bob had a plastic cup filled with soda. She said her name
was Kim, and that was all she'd offered so far.

Betty had gotten the woman her hot drink. Kim had snorted at her and 
dismissing her as unimportant, at least for now. Betty hovered in the 
kitchen, spying whenever possible on this unusual visitor.

"How did you discover you've got the 'ability'?" asked Kim.

"I read a book." 

"A what!?!"

"A book. I found a book filled with interesting notes. Before I knew 
it, I could read mind and influence people. Honest."

"Oh, such as your friend?" she waved her head in the direction of
the kitchen, where Betty was noisily putting the breakfast dishes away.
"I never had it so good, I didn't get any lectures or notes. So what 
have you done with the little tart so far?"

His ears burned red with embarrassment, "Never mind her. Where did
you learn how to, um, well, you know..."

At this she snaked out a telepathic probe towards Betty. Quickly, Bob 
intercepted it and slapped it aside. Startled, she sent a probe towards
him. It slithered around, confused in the phony personality he'd 
created for telepaths to see. He just sat back, pleased with her 
confusion, feeling his safety was assured.

"Oh, my... protective too," she said, eyeing him closely. The look in 
her eyes akin to fear.

"Stick with the subject at hand. Where did you learn to use your, 
'ability' did you call it?"

"Ability, yes, ability... well," she became reflective, "for me, you 
see, before life turned upside down I was a Buyer, for Cheney's. 
Perhaps you've heard of them? The department store chain?"

He nodded an affirmative, but didn't speak, encouraging her dialogue.

"I never would have developed my 'ability' if it weren't for Harry...
I was just briefly in town for a new line of merchandise, never mind 
what, it no longer matters. That's when I saw Harry for the first 
time. The real problem wasn't me seeing him; it was unquestionably an 
issue of him seeing me..."

====

She entered the store in her favorite silk pattern blouse, and a knee
length skirt when he spotted her. Her hair was in a mane like perm,
down to her shoulder blades and dyed blonde in an almost undetectable
way, except her complexion was a little dark to make a good fit.

She had soft brown eyes he could see from the corner of the room. Her 
lips formed a lush cupid's bow, and her nose was perfectly framed in 
the center of the other lovely features of her face. Her expression, 
a seductive perpetual pout with her eyelids lightly drooped, was 
unintentional.

She was tall to begin with and wore 3 inch heel shoes in an 1940's
style he could only remember seeing before in old movies. Her shape
through the hips was only slightly curved, but her chest, well her
chest stood out indescribably far.

He had been using his power for a day when he'd seen her, but he knew
immediately he had to have her. His approach was simple and direct,
he ordered her to turn about immediately and go to his home.

He picked up the packages he'd 'purchased' so far, making the sales
girl believe he was entitled to such gifts.

Of course, the other gifts he accepted from her before he left included
squeezing her tits, groping her cunt, and that great blow job. He made
sure to get her phone number, ordering her to forget the encounter. 
She even told him how wonderful it was to serve him, with a 
godalmighty radiant smile. He'd told her to, after all.

The power made him giddy. Harry, oh you know, he was the kind of guy
who now believed he was God. He'd always knew he was entitled to
anything he wanted, no matter how he got it, and now, well, now he got
it.

====

She was waiting, somewhat glossy eyed at the door to his apartment 
when he arrived. His command of the talent was a little odd. He seemed
to think it was hypnosis, and his orders tended put his chosen ones
into trances.

"I'm going to take some of my orders off you. When I do, you will be
unable to leave, but able to speak your on your own. You understand?"

She didn't respond. It took him a moment to figure he hadn't let go
enough to let her do so. This was new for him too. Up until now, all
he did was force girls he'd taken to perform sex with him. This was
making him happy so far. But he was gonna step up. She was gonna talk
to him too.

"What have you done to me?" she demanded. She would have stamped a 
foot, but didn't seem able to move it.

"Taken control. You will do anything I say, and at least act like you
like it too." he answered.

"You disgusting brute. There are names for creatures like you, but I 
won't insult the others by associating you with them!"

"Step inside please," he said opening the door.

"Not on your fucking life!, I'm going to scream!" She began to do so, 
but, Harry's seen that before. He smiled.

"Every time you scream for help, instead you will beg for me to hit 
you. If you try to call or ask for help when other folks are around, 
you will have an urge to nibble sexily on my ear."

"Please hit me," came from her mouth, much to her surprise. "oh, no." 
she clasped her hands over her disobedient lips.

He waved her inside. Kim found her feet and legs were answering to 
another set of commands than her own. She walked inside.

The apartment was a dump. No one had cleaned inside for at least a 
week. The art on the walls was mostly pin-ups from pornographic 
magazines, or tasteless posters for violent horror movies.

"You don't really expect me to stay, do you?" she tried again to turn 
and leave, "I simply won't put up with this!"

"Oh, you have no choice. If I want, you'll crawl to me on your belly
and beg me to keep you in a kennel. Good thing for you all I want is
a good fuck. You'll like it."

"That's it!" and she walked, no she didn't! so she said "hit me, I beg
you, hit me." Tears ran down her cheeks.

He was giggling, in a sneering sort of way. Harry thought this was
more fun than just turning the other girls into pliant blow-up dolls.

She stood, stunned at her inability to control her own body. 

"Get undressed in the bedroom. I'm gonna get a beer, and I'll be in
in a moment." He sneered a little. She realized his sneer could get
worse.

Her volition missing, she went to the bedroom. This proved to be a 
room strewn with clothing, probably the pile against the corner were 
the clean ones. A mattress lay on the floor. The sheet was loosely 
tucked under it in a few places. 

Her beautiful silk blouse she folded up next to her shoes. The skirt
was placed upon the blouse. Her high heels were put along to one
side. She was unsnapping the bra when Harry came in.

"WOW." he exclaimed. "Those are the largest fucking bazooms I've ever 
seen on a broad." He took the immediate liberty of wrapping both hands
around one breast and squeezing.

His expectation of her response didn't mesh with her actual response.
He wanted a moan or a sigh, and when this didn't come he frowned. He
added a new command.

"You'll get hot every time I touch you. This will make you get horny 
and want to come. But you can't come 'til I say so."  and then he 
used the power to make her do as he said.

Harry was very sexy. She could now see how handsome he was. He had
her nipples between his fingers and was twisting them, very hard.
This had an effect of drawing sexual heat through her chest. Her
knees wanted to buckle, but she had to get to the bed.

She was kissing Harry. She just wrapped her arms around his neck and
dove into his lips. He was great! There wasn't enough to him to get
her desires fulfilled. She didn't know how she had missed it before!

She rubbed her breasts on either side of his lust covered face. Her
feminine hands felt for Harry's prick in his crotch.

Since his pants were in the way, she began to strip them off him. She 
couldn't move far without rubbing her crotch against some part of 
Harry's body. The more she touched him or the more he touched her, the
farther she went down the path of desire. Yet it was a yearning for
an orgasm that wasn't coming.

"Okay slut. You're so fucking hot. You gotta get me hot. Start suckin' 
my wang." he pushed her head down to his crotch.

She'd actually never performed oral sex before. As she placed the male
organ in her mouth, she began to suck it like a straw. This made her
hot too, since just touching Harry was enough to make her lust for
orgasm, and desparate for more. Unsastified by her clumsy efforts, he
fucked her wet mouth with force, plunging against the teeth at the back,
unconcerned how it worked out.

"Suck it, cunt. Yeah suck it." He continued to pump, thrilled about 
the incredible woman wringing his juices out of his cock. "oooohh, 
yeaa.. fukit fukit... uhhh." 

A surge of come entered her mouth, she choked, not thinking to 
swallow. The come dribbled out the sides of her mouth and down her 
chin to drip on Harry's legs.

"You fukin' bitch! Don't you know enough to swallow it?" He shouted, 
his displeasure overriding his enjoyment. Somehow, he overlooked his 
explicit control of her behavior.

She shook her head, upset that she'd failed to please Harry. She 
swallowed what was left, and began to clean him off with her tongue 
and lips.

"Yeah, use your tongue bitch! Clean it all off." She did as told,
aroused again by the contact. Her body was humping at the hips madly.
Her legs were squeezing together in sheer lust. She began to feel her
own cunt and clit, trying to get off without success.

She was licking the come off his balls and cock. Soon it began to stiffen 
up again. She was pleased. Now he could get her off. She wanted his 
cock inside her. She didn't care how brutal he acted as long as she 
got to have him.

"All right!" He slammed her onto her back. She anxiously, with 
excitement, pulled her legs apart so he could gain easy access. He 
couldn't get in her womanly box fast enough for her.

He pinned each of her wrists above her head, allowing himself a better
view of the helpless woman. She could sense that bruises would grace
both arms and wrists afterwards. Fighting through the haze of
orgasmic lust, she hoped for the release to come. Hoping the
frustrating wait for orgasm would reward her with the energy it was
promising.

He pushed his prick between her cunt lips, thrusting his entry once 
the head was in. The heat surged upwards from her groin, not yet 
breaching her chest and throat. She pulsed against his cock, hoping 
for each pistoned join to throw her over, glad of the chance to 
take such pleasure with Harry.

Harry, lost in her cunt, was in heaven. Such a righteous chick to
take. The strongest aphrodesiac ever, this power to force her. She
was all his, she couldn't leave. He would even give her a name, one
he liked, and she would like it too.

His body pressed against hers, he could feel her nipples. She felt the
shock of electric excitement spin through her boobs. She needed this 
fuck so badly. Harry was the best.

Suddenly, he grunted. "ungh, ungh aaaaaaaa FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK" and he
sent a warm liquid rush into her cunt. She could feel it flood through
her vagina, escaping around the edges of his cock. The dripping
overflow tickled the backs of her thighs and slipped over her ass.

Harry rolled aside. Kim kept trying to hump against his legs. Her
fevered pitch was becoming higher and more frantic. She had to come,
only he could make her. As if she were a dog in heat, she kept trying
to get his attention.

She held his leg against her crotch, with her head performing
whiplash twists as she moaned, "Please, ooooo, pleeaase, unnng,
ooohhh, aaannngg, gggg, ggg ggg, nnnnghh. Oh fuck me, pllllleeeaaaaa,
aah aaah ahhh, ssssss"

Almost as if he didn't really want to acknowledge her, he said, "You
slut, heh, can I call you slut now?"

"Yess, fuck me, fuck me, call me, uh, anything you want, slut is
fine, please, just please, fuck me." Then Harry took one nipple in
his mouth and bit down, hard. This sent a jolt of sexual pleasure
through her body.

"You're my fuckin' bitch now. Say it. Say you belong to me."

"God, yes. please fuck me, unnh, I, unnn"

"Not until you say it bitch. Say you are mine, all mine."

"GGGnnn! I'm your slut, your bitch, aaaa, gawdamn, fuck me please
fuck me."

He grinned with superiority. "Come when I stick my finger up your
ass...," he commanded.

"Oh god, unnnhhh, please... fuck..." she moaned deeply. She'd never 
liked anything in her ass before, but she'd do anything for the final 
jolt of orgasm that was building. "GOD!, please take my ass soon. 
aaaah"

He lost his face in her large tits again. She was desparate to come,
unwilling to irritate him, her greatest desire was to please him,
to convince him to make her come. She begged, she pleaded for his 
finger, for any touch of that finger, in her ass right away.

He moved a hand onto her ass. The cheek was firm and muscular. She
lurched in both arousal and anticipation. Both cheeks were pinching
in and out to excite her pussy. With a suddenness, borne of taunting,
he plunged a finger up her ass. This too gave her unexpected
pleasure, but most importantly, the release she was waiting for...

"OOOOOOOOOOEEEEEEAAAAAAEEEAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHNNNNNGNNGGGOD!" she screamed.

And began to collapse, limp as a dish rag.

====

He took her again. Each time in a way she'd heard of but never dreamed
she'd find enjoyable. His turn-on seemed to be anything he could force
on her, and she would like it. He was always in charge, always
calling the shots, always overriding her initial feelings. She was
expected to remember what he liked, and do it for him without being
told.

He called her Bambi. He said it suited her. She felt particularly
humiliated by this, she'd known a woman named Bambi who was a
prostitute. When he learned this he was particularly proud of
himself. She was only to answer to Bambi whenever anyone addressed
her.

He programmed her to come whenever he held her wrist and squeezed her
elbow. She had some lurching, far less than secret orgasms on public
buses, in the bank, outside a high school window. The little boys
were lewdly staring through the windows. She could imagine their wet
little dongs, dripping in their pants. He made her come twice that 
time.

Once, it was a crowded elevator. He told her to expose her boobs to
the guys on the elevator. Everyone was allowed a feel, he insisted.
He allowed her to accept money from one of the men, embarrassing her 
even more.

The humiliation excited her almost as much as his touch. He made her
come for every man on that elevator at least once, and blow the last
guy on the top floor. She wasn't allowed to swallow the semen until
they got back downstairs.

He got other women, when she got a little boring. Then she did things
like video-tape him when he was screwing. But he was too thrilled with
her huge tits to let her go...

She lived with him for almost a year this way. She prayed he would
never throw him out. She needed him so badly, needed the humiliation,
the public shame. He was her dream man. The man she knew she always
needed. She came to feel this was certain. She'd never known a better
lover.

He decided he needed a new apartment. Since there was no reason to
pay for anything he could get free, it was a large apartment. And he
got a maid to come clean it up. She also did his prick once in
awhile.

Bambi didn't mind. It was important for her to see him using other
women too. She wanted him to have some variety. He kept her though,
so she must be better, she felt.

He collected a few nice cars for himself. And a good stereo, some 
furniture that wasn't shabby at all, thank you. Nor were the two 
legged furniture he collected shabby either.

And eventually, he collected some new friends, unexpected friends.

====

They came while he was out. Several large men with hypodermics.
They'd given her a shot, not at all concerned that she was naked in
high heels when she answered the door. A few minutes later, she slept.

When she awoke she was in a bedroom, an entire wall was mirror. She
screamed for Harry for a while. She thought he must have come up with
a new way to embarrass her, maybe selling her into a brothel.

A man came in from time to time to ask her questions; who was she?
(Bambi), where did she live? (with Harry), what did she do? (fuck 
mostly)...

At one point a different man came in and tried to fuck her. What he
really did was try to seduce her in a very before-she-met-Harry
manner. The idea someone was watching from behind the mirror was
exciting, but not enough to get her engines going.

The man was disappointed, but didn't seem upset with her.

Later, a woman tried the same thing. Bambi, wasn't interested, thank
you. Harry said such things were disgusting, she thought it was
pretty vile too.

It was after she got frustrated about not getting laid, she had no 
idea why, the change came.

The next time a man came to ask her questions. He had no idea what he
was in for...

====

She reached out with her mind and made him slap her. Her loins rose,
entirely aflame. She did something to him, making him use his
strength to force himself on her.

In moments, he'd torn off the clothes she'd been given, thin hospital
like things. He twisted her nipples as hard as he could, sitting on
her to keep her from fighting back. She would have scores of new
bruises afterwards. She loved it.

She was hot and ready. Her cunt was drenched. He wrenched her arms
behind her back, pushing her on her back to hold them there. Then he
used his knees to separate her legs and opened his pants up one
handed.

While her head was thrashing left to right, emitting gasps and the
beginnings of a panting rhythm, he pressed his cock into her. She'd
done something to hold him back for a time, she wasn't sure what.

He pounded away at her, giving her biting kisses that bruised her lips
in ways she found tantalizing. From time to time he slapped her 
breasts open handed. Almost invariably, somewhere she wanted it. 

"aaaannnNNNNGGGGGGOOOOOOODAMMMMMM!" she screamed, releasing an orgasm 
to rival the one she'd first had with Harry. The man began to fill her
with his come, squeezed almost dry by the combination of her muscled 
cunt and his intensity. He collapsed immediately, completely spent.

While she lay there, panting with only reminiscences of the release,
several men rushed in the room. The needles stabbed her before she'd
known what hit her. The pain was a pleasant aftershock.

How did they know she was responsible for the whole thing...?

====

"Eventually, I woke up in a lab. These guys had something that 
stops you from controlling them. They shaved my head to attach some 
kind of monitoring equipment. I think it was a couple of weeks before
I got away though, it might have been longer."

"How'd you do that?" Bob asked.

"Some people never remember to check batteries." So, he thought, a
carelessness they may never repeat, "One day, one of the guys forgot
it for his whiz box. I got control and he helped me escape. Not before
I got to see how telepaths are treated, though. Harry, well, Harry is
as good as dead."

"And they've hunted you ever since."

"Well, I set myself up for a while, even had a bunch of toy men to
serve me. Like you have that little twat on a leash." she grinned a
weak grin, "its nice to have 3 men at once, at my beck and call.
Especially since they did exactly what I wanted. But somehow the
Institute found my hideout."

"They've got a radar like gimmick they use to search out telepaths."

"I may have gotten careless. I went to visit Harry's old place.
Friday at the mall I was trying to shake the ones watching for me to
come back. You bailed me out by distracting them. I got your address
from, um, well, you know."

"I think so. Well, there's at least one more telepath out there we should
help stay away from these goons. But you should relax first. Where 
have you been staying?"

"In one of the department stores. No one sees me unless I want them 
to." 

"I see. I don't want you here though, you know."

"Um, well yeah, think I might interfere with your little trollop, eh?'

His ears burned again. Betty was making too much noise to hear 
anything though.

"Oh, the possibility had occurred to me. But it also occurs to me,
both of us are threatened as long as the 'Institute' is hunting for 
anyone with, er, 'ability'. And you might draw them to me and the 
other way around too."

"Look, I'll promise to leave your 'toys' be, I'll even join in if you
want. I get awfully horny, and Harry isn't around anymore. I don't
even know what of me was his instructions and how much was me before
Harry." she made a sincere plea.

"Yeah, I'll think on it. The idea of another telepath in the house 
just is a little hard to accept. It may be a little complicated."

Reluctantly, she left an address with him. But not before giving
Betty a withering look of disapproval. Betty didn't notice.

Bob did.

====

Bob was in an apartment building near the mall. It was Thursday. His 
excitement had returned, the 'hunters' a distant threat. He hadn't yet
decided what to do about Bambi nee Kim. But he felt a need to practise
his talent.

Since Betty had started to take over the household chores, little
things he had lost had been turning up. Organization had come to his
home. Betty didn't like sharing him with Randi, and strongly disliked
being left alone with "the pushy dyke". 

She hadn't completely given up hope of being dominant in some manner
over the household. Mostly, she and Randi had begun to compete for
his attention by any means possible. So she strove to please him in
ways other than sexual too.

He'd found a slip of paper on his dresser. One of them had found it in
his papers and left it where he'd find it. This had the name and 
address of a young woman on it. It took him a few minutes to recall 
where this had come from.

She'd never met him, but he remembered her from the mall. She was
lusting after new mothers walking throughout the mall. Suddenly he was
enticed to seek her out.

He found the address easily. He resisted the temptation to use his
talent right away, so he rang the bell, but no one answered. He found
the superintendent. Soon he was in Mary McKinnon's apartment, and no
one would remember seeing him enter.

Somehow, to Bob, pawing about in Mary's apartment was as exciting as
intruding into her mind. He had found another means of violating her,
without her having any ability to resist. The mundane nature of
intrusion was unimportant. He was having his way with her more simply
than his present norm, a pleasurable working of his will on hers.

Hell, he hadn't even met her yet. The excitement was growing in him.

Looking through her things, he was able to learn where she'd gone to
school. He found her check stubs and learned about things she bought.
Her closet was filled with pants suits, mostly. There were a very few
dresses, and nothing he construed as sexy. Everything he found he
restored to its original location.

In her desk, he found a pile of letters from her brother, dated over 5
years ago. And a few letters from other friends. 

He heard keys being juggled at the lock. Turning out the lights, he
watched the door open as she stepped inside. She closed the door
again, and turned about, placing her purse on a narrow table she kept
by the door. She turned on the lights, and stepped into the kitchen.

He was intrigued by this enigma. He hadn't probed her since the mall. 
She made noise in the kitchen for a while, and he simply waited. When 
she finally came into the living room, she jumped with a terror 
brought of confronting an intruder.

"Hello Mary." he uttered in a low voice.

"Who the hell are you and how the fuck did you get in here?!?" she 
demanded scrambling towards the phone. 

"I came with a proposition to make." She stood, receiver in hand,
much reassured by the dial tone. "I could have cut the phone cord if
I wanted to, before you got here."

"I guess so," she paused, "Make it quick though, my patience is thin
for this kind of crap. You broke into my home buster, and I'm gonna
see you pay." She was shaking.

"Actually, the police can't arrest me. But as to you and me, I have a 
proposition. You may want to hear it." Wow!, all he'd had to do so far
was talk, she'd gone from kill first to talking. 

"Get to it then, then get the hell out."

"You like women."

"I like men."

"You might, but you also want a woman, specifically, you want one
giving milk. You've been having this fantasy for a while." she shook,
as with a chill.

"yes," she whispered, the fear rising just the least amount, "I do. 
But nobody knows that. Nobody. I haven't told a soul."

"Well I can arrange it for you."

"How the fuck would you do a thing like that," she banged the phone on
the switch hook. "'Excuse me Mrs., I just happen to know a girl who
wants to suck milk from your tits, would you mind coming to her 
apartment tonight?', give me a break!"

He smiled. The smile shook her.

"Something a lot like that, really."

"Oh great!, sure. And what, pray tell, is in it for you!?" she 
exclaimed.

"You wouldn't believe me entirely. Let us say, I want to share the
carnal experience." he thought about vampires now, sucking the sexual
energy from victims in the act. Silly thought, more reasonable to
assert he was sucking the fantasy from his victim's act tonight. "I
have a talent. It's a powerful skill allowing me a certain persuasive
ability. I'm trying real hard not to use it on you."

"Why not, you'd get exactly what you want, if you really have the
unique skill you claim."

"Oh, it's real enough. You want a demonstration?"

"Why? you can't give milk... men can't give milk. So who would you 
persuade into giving her milk to me?"

"Men can sometimes give milk, irrelevant though. Is one of the
mothers you've leered after in the building?"

She sat down. The phone, still in her hand began to ring. She jumped.
He didn't. She answered and shooed the caller away.

"There's Patty, on the first floor. I see her when I do laundry
sometimes." Mary was showing signs of the dreamy fantasy intruding on
the conversation. "God, she's cute. Her boobs sometimes drip the milk
after she's nursed little Anna. They're almost twice as big as they
were before she got preggers. She doesn't show any sign of having
gained weight from the pregnancy."

"Can you call her? Its only about 8:30, ask her to come up here."

Reluctantly, she dialed the number. 

====

She had him answer the door. She wasn't leaving the phone. Bob didn't
mind. He wouldn't let her dial more than two digits anyway.

The woman at the door was carrying a baby carrier. She also bore a
large bag, easily identified as a diaper bag. This woman evidently
was using disposable diapers. Bob refrained from his environmentalist
reaction to the disposables.

The child, sound asleep, bore the same striking resemblance of all
babies to cherubs. Finally unencumbered, Patty was able to stand 
straight and Bob took in the assets she displayed. 

Her dark hair was cut short, to her ears. Bob reflected this was wise
considering the disgusting things long hair could get into around
babies. She was without makeup, but still had an unblemished face,
with round soft lips. Her shoulders were wide, but the breasts were
showing themselves larger than he'd expect with her frame, probably
hadn't nursed the baby recently. Her hips were a little padded, but
her waist was slender and flat.

"Patty, this is, um, Bob. He's visiting for a few minutes."

He reached out and took some control over Patty. Then he, dramatically
for the impression Mary would get, walked to her and held her eyes 
locked onto his for a moment.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Mary said.

"You want to suck milk from her tits?"

"Well, yeah, but I don't want you to hurt her either."

Bob shrugged and smiled at Mary.

"Patty," he gave verbal instructions, "Mary is more than your friend. 
She is your second baby. You need to nurse your second baby. She's 
been crying and you know she's hungry."

Patty smiled at Mary, took her by the hand. She led the other woman to
her couch. Sitting down so Mary could lay her head on her lap, she
lifted the t-shirt she wore and opened a flap on her nursing bra. A
moment later she lifted Mary's head and lips to her nipple and
cradled her head in her arm.

"There, there, sweetheart. Its all right. Mommy loves you, time for a 
bit of nursing." Her face peered down adoringly at Mary, one hand 
stroking the gentle features of Mary's face.

Mary was sucking, having forgotten Bob entirely for the moment. He 
could see her cheeks pull in with the suction, as at the same time she
began to wiggle at the hips. Mary's hand slid down to her crotch and 
began rubbing through the fabric of her jeans.

"Unbutton them." he said. Remembering he was there, she glared, but 
obeyed.

Patty's free hand moved to the supine woman's open pants. The fingers 
worked their way under the panties. Seconds later the hand was making 
humping motions in Mary's crotch.

Patty, oblivious to the sexual antics of her neighbor, and her own
hand, looked briefly to see her first baby was doing well.

"unnhh," Mary was starting to fade into deep excitement. Her suckling
theft of milk was only part of her activities. Her hips were
beginning to roll and gyrate under the administration of Patty's
fingers.

Bob, excited a little himself, could see the dripping nipple from time
to time. He realized the nursing woman was starting to soak through 
her t-shirt at the other breast. Kneeling over Mary's chest he lifted
the t-shirt to expose the other breast, harnessed in a bra cup with a 
snap clasp front. He opened this, unwrapping the last vestige of 
protection for the wet nipple.

Patty's breast was extremely firm from the engorgement of milk, this
tit was full. Watching the nipple he could see the milk spraying, in
several directions at once. The suckling at the other nipple got this
one started as well. Placing his lips around the puffy nipple he
found it was spurting milk in tiny thin streams of fluid.

The milk was sweet, he found, very sweet, and very thin. It was
almost like skim milk someone had added a bit of sugar to. He sucked
until he got a mouthful of the thin sugary liquid, then swallowed.

He swallowed as much as he could get. He was becoming very horny, but
he was unwilling to stop nursing while a drop remained. He knew she'd
produce more for the baby. The breast slowly began to sag as he
emptied the precious nectar from her. His thirst for the rare ambrosia
was unquenchable, he felt frustrated at the slow rate the milk flowed
from the woman's breast.

Meantime, Mary reached a state where she could no longer suck. The
moans were spectacular. "Oh god. What, oh, fuck, make me come baby.
make me come." she was a step a way and Patty kept fingering her while
Bob sucked the teat. "Oh! oh! oh! oh, YESSSSSSSS!" and Mary clenched
with spasms from coming. She lay panting, beneath him, trying to
recover from her orgasm.

Patty, under Bob's direct control, caressed his hair as he enjoyed the
stolen nourishment. It thrilled him to have Mary trapped beneath him 
while he fulfilled her fantasy for himself. He got up after another 
moment. Then he took off his pants.

"What are you doing!?" Mary asked, it seemed she was not expecting
him to actually join in.

"You got off, I want to get off." He moved Patty to the floor, drawing
her jeans off her legs. He pulled off her panties and spread her legs.

"You're disgusting. Her baby is right there."

"The child is asleep. You should talk about disgusting. You wanted to
suckle at a new mother's breast. Well, I gave you your fantasy. I'm
also enjoying her pussy." He plunged his prick into the mesmorized
mother's cunt. He pumped his cock in a few times to work the moisture
into flowing.

Mary, intrigued by her friend's complacency at being fucked by a total
stranger, knelt down beside the two of them. She seemed a little
disturbed by something.

"Um, I know it may be too late to offer," she began.

"Yeah, what is it," he tickled the woman on the floor with his power 
to help excite her sexual interest. 

"You can fuck me instead."

He laughed as he thrust again, this time receiving a resounding moan 
of pleasure from Patty.

"I can do you too, if I want." He carried on the conversation without 
slowing the rate of his strokes.

"You can do me too. No argument. You lived up to your promise. I, I,
wow, she's fantastic to watch in sex. Are all women this neat to
watch? Do I look like this when I...?" She stared at the writhing
woman beneath Bob. "Oh, yeah. Fuck her good!" She got intensely
fascinated by the present view. Her chin wobbled and lurched right
along with the other woman's motions, her lips forming similar
expressions.

"Uhnnn, yeah, even you. unnn, you really have, ohhh yeah, developed a
streak, oh shit yeah, of lesbianism." grunt.

"fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, don't, oh don't" mumbled the mother. Mary 
leant down and sucked at Patty's breasts, licking and nibbling at the 
whole tit, not just the nipple. "OOOOOHHHH YESSS" came from the 
mother, excited by the contact. The lust filled attack brought more 
milk from the undulating breast.

"My, you really are getting into this." Bob spoke mostly to himself.
With a grin, he remembered, Mary was in no way under his direct
control. It made a difference in his excitement.

The pressure grew in his groin. With a burst of humping, he loosed
his seed within the woman pinned below. He pushed the cock into her a 
few more times, allowing the surge to ride along.

Patty in due turn let out a screeching orgasm of her own. Mary,
twisting her friend's nipples, milk dribbling between her fingers,
could scarcely hold on. The thrusting hips were in motion still as
Patty began to come down again, glowing from having been sexed.

Bob stood and walked out to the kitchen. Coming back with a glass of 
water, he sat, still half dressed, on the couch. 

Mary was stroking her friend's breasts, her legs, her stomach. Patty 
didn't seem to notice at the moment. Bob took the mesmerization 
instructions away a little at a time, leaving a strong desire for 
secret liaison with Mary. 

"Patty will come to believe you two have been secret lovers for some 
time. It will be a secret, her husband won't know, she won't let him 
know. Not even by accident, because she'll forget whenever she's not 
with you or talking to you on the phone." He told Mary.

"How did you do that?" she asked. He smiled, self satisfaction over 
his control of these women was rising. Power was itself arousing.

"It doesn't matter. It's done."

"What is your price for this, this, this, I don't know what to call 
it." she looked fearful, she hadn't been since before Patty had offered
her tit to her. "What is it you want, really?"

"Well, for now," he leered a bit, "tonight you will do everything to
satisfy me, complete sexual slavery, without me having to use my
talent on you." he paused, "I suppose in the future you'll allow me
free use of you any time I want, of course, I can set you up with a
few more playthings. I guess I want your total trust and loyalty in
exchange for the gifts I'll be giving you. But it doesn't matter, 
since I can force it on you if you misbehave. I'd just rather you did 
it of your own free will."

She bit her lower lip. She fondled Patty, and Patty, somewhat
conscious, began to fondle Mary's breasts. Clumsily, she felt for
Mary's nipples, smiling up with an intense expression of love and
lust.

She gulped.

"Okay, I'd sell my soul for this," she muttered. "Can I, I mean, do
you mind if I...?"

"Oh, by all means let her take you for another ride, but I'm going to
take you next." He sat back to watch.

The two women began to neck. The frantic kisses were briefly
interrupted by the baby, who chose that moment to wake up crying.

Bob frowned, little brat, how dare it interfere. He stepped over to
the small cradle like carrier. Unsnapping the little safety belt he
picked the little creature up under its arms. He began carefully, as
if playing with eggs, tucked its head onto his shoulder and began to
pat the back. Hey, this was pretty cool, the little, eh... girl, was
cooing in his ear. Well, let's see, he thought. Wet?, he tried to
figure out whether the diaper was too far gone.

The two nearly naked women were staring at him, Mary's jaw hanging
loosely.

"What's your problem," he snapped. "Never saw a guy snuggle a baby 
before?"

"Well, yesss," she answered, "But Anna doesn't even let her father hold
her."

The kid started to burble. Bob was enjoying the tiny innocent he held.
The little ball of flesh was actually grinning at him. It took a little 
time, but the fuzz topped bundle did fall back to sleep.

Mary plunged herself back into Patty's eager embrace. This woman was 
determined to make the most of this particular opportunity. 

They necked for a time. Trading tiny little lip nibbles on each 
other's face and neck, they slowly aroused their urges until they 
began petting the exposed breasts and cunts. Ultimately they ground 
their cunts together, Mary on top, while totally wrapped up in their 
kissing. 

The moans and groans lasted some time before the two spasmotically
unleashed their orgasms. Mary's hair had become scraggly strands
covered with sweat, Patty was covered with her own dripping fluids of
all kinds.

Patty took the kid down to her apartment, leaving him with Mary.

====

It was completely different giving verbal instructions, rather than 
manipulating her. 

Mary was anxious to please him though. She went down on him right
away, no arguments. Her pink-red tongue lashed the length of his cock
with her saliva. He could tell she had little experience at blowing
guys, but she made up for the lack with enthusiasm. He told her 
verbally to cushion her teeth with her lips and tongue, and how to 
warn him if she was gagging.

She spread her legs at his command once he got hard again, and did
everything she could to excite him. She pleaded in his ear for his
cock. She fingered his balls gently. She kissed him as passionately
as she had kissed Patty. Her breasts pressed excitedly against his 
chest.

She wasn't as responsive to his touch as she was to Patty's though,
and this excited him too. The idea she would literally do anything
for him, made her more his property in some ways than Fran was. This
held more power than the talent alone delivered. Fran was totally
remade for his use, a whole new person underneath. Mary had
voluntarily given her body in payment. She probably would worship him
publicly if he so much as suggested it.

His cock entered the self acclaimed toy he now owned by purchase, 
rather than simple seizure. She was moist, having aroused herself, if 
by no other means, by the memory of Patty's dripping nipples. 

Bob held off on purpose. He waiting for her breath to pick up. He 
wanted to hear her pant. 

After a few minutes she started to writhe with lust. The passion she
used throwing herself into the act with him raised fires within. Her
hips rose and fell with each thrust of his cock. Her teeth clenched
shut, pressuring herself, trying to bring herself off. Her body
developed a glossy sheen from the sweat she devoted to the act.

"Unnnngh," moaned from her throat, "aaah, please, oh god, please."

Suddenly her eyes clenched tightly, like her teeth. A stuttering 
orgasm worked her muscles and breath. 

Bob let his orgasm loose, spurting a burst of cum into Mary. He
drooped over to her side.

She panted, but turned to him immediately. She planted lust filled 
kisses anywhere he didn't seem to be moving. Determined she would 
fill her part of their bargain, doing her best to convince him of her
pleasure in doing so. Energetically, her movements became fluid and 
sensual, almost romantic in devotion.

They screwed again before he left, satisfied she belonged to him as
surely as Fran, Randi, and Betty.

He gave her his phone number and address. She clenched tightly to the 
slip of paper as though a life-line, a tight hold on her deepest 
desires.

====

Friday, he went in to work and resigned. The talent would provide
income if he had enough seed money.

He took the money he had, a tidy, not overwhelming sum, and invested
it. A few calls here and there, some light snooping into the minds
behind the companies, and by next week the initial investment would
double. All he'd have to do was pay taxes, and try real hard not to
look too omniscient.

He was pleased again, the plans he had would make him very
comfortable, but not look as if he were just snapping up other
people's property.

This could work. He didn't want to get caught like Harry. He didn't
know what Harry's ultimate fate was, but he'd avoid finding out first
hand.

====

Janet came by Saturday. Ben was probably at work. When Bob answered
the door, Janet stood there, simply smiling radiantly at him.

"Hi." she said.

"Oh hello."

"Mind if I come in?"

He waved her in. It was early afternoon, Betty would be home soon, and
Randi shortly after. They'd gone shopping, and he'd arranged for Fran
to come by with her maid uniform that night. He was going to have all
three decked out as servants tonight. And play, of course.

"What can I do for you."

She slid her entire body against him, reaching up with her chin, 
planting a lusty open mouthed smooch on his lips. Instinctively his 
arms encircled the woman. He pulled her closer, if possible, and delved
his tongue past hers. 

The woman began to writhe against him. He reached down her back to the
waist band of her skirt and slid his hands inside the skirt, then the
panties. Her fleshy bottom was smooth and warm to his touch. A touch
she seemed to welcome. Well, she was making a gift of herself to him,
he wasn't going to let her completely run the show.

"I see," He pulled his head back, but he slid his finger up her ass.
The immediate result was a yelp of surprise. He was also rewarded with
a slight sigh of joy.

"If you want to start there, then by all means, feel free." she
mumbled into his chest, going limp. He could sense her choose to 
submit to his passions.

"I like using this part of you like a harness." he explained,
turning her around to force her to the bedroom. "You'll find I'll put 
up with a lot, but I'm the one in charge. We do what I want, when I 
want."

"I, uh, won't argue," she purred with the delight of someone getting
their own way, by subterfuge. She obediently turned with his hand and 
finger.

He fucked her butt with his finger all the way to the bedroom. She was
sweating from the strain of trying to keep the stimulus hot the way 
she wanted. He simply grinned from her slight discomfort over his
controlling the situation.

To her shock, in the bedroom he simply ripped the panties off. Janet
wasn't quite sure whether he did it for shock value, or for
expediency. She didn't say anything, allowing him to control her
movement as he wished.

Bob had her stand at the foot of the bed, pushed her shoulders down
against the mattress, and made her stick her ass in the air.

He flipped the skirt she wore up onto her back, leaving a lovely
bottom exposed to his view. Her heels helped raise her derriere to
allow splendid exposure, although her balance was a touch off in this
position. Her lower cunt lips were clearly visible, and the dark
little pucker of her anus was showing well.

He dropped his pants and rubbed his semi-hard penis against her butt.

He slowly went to the bathroom to get the KY. She remained poised as
he'd left her when he came back. Warming the KY in his hands, he rubbed
it on his now stiff member. 

She'd obviously done this before, she reached back and pulled her 
cheeks apart, trying to get an opening of her sphincter for him. His 
cock in hand he pressed in the first inch. 

She barked out a complaint against the intrusion, but confessed it 
always hurt her during the initial entry. "Don't stop now, you'll fit 
just fine."

He worked the hole open a little further with his fingers. She
suppressed pain and sought the pleasure as her anus became interested
in the invader. Then as he got another inch in, she moaned with the
sensation, actively pressing her ass at his prick.

He was in all the way. He could feel the bones of her hips against his
hips. She was skinnier than he'd thought if those bones poked. Her 
clothing still on, the high heels helped raise her butt up against him.

"Oh god!, I want you so bad!" she exclaimed. She tried to rock into 
him from the awkward position.

He started to work his cock in and out of the tight passage. She tried
to match rhythm with him, moaning at his stimulation of her asshole.

"Uhhh, arrrrr, more, harder, oh, please, oh," she muttered pleading.

Bob reached for her chest and began to play with her tits through her
clothing. "YES!!!" She responded well to this manipulation as well.
Within a few minutes she had a first, low intensity orgasm. The sounds
were slightly muffled as she pressed her face into the bed.

He pounded away, allowing his flood to spill into her ass. She groaned
through a second, more staggering orgasm a moment later. He pulled 
out, shoving her completely onto the bed forcefully. 

"oh god that was good." she mumbled into the blankets. She clutch them
in her fists.

Grinning like a Cheshire cat, Bob went to the bathroom again. This time
to wash the remnants of the KY off. When he came back, Janet had an
idiotic grin on her face, a look of surprised happiness.

"Let's fuck." she said, trying to evoke vulgar humor and lust.

"Not tonight dear, I've a headache" he joked. She frowned.

"Surely you jest!" she announced. And pounced on him, planting a kiss 
firmly on his mouth. "We can cure that!" She strove to drive her 
tongue all the way to his throat.

"I have plans for tonight already." he pulled away a little.

"You do? I'll match your plans against mine. I'm gonna eat you right 
up."

"Not likely. It will have to wait. My girlfriends will take care of me
tonight." He worked a hand past her blouse, reaching her breast.

"Girlfriends? More than one?"

"Yes, Betty and Randi are now living with me, and I've got another 
woman joining us as well." He began to rub the nipple.

Janet took this in, looking thoughtful for a few minutes. 

"How about if I call Ben? He can help out."

"Unlike Ben, I'm somewhat possessive about my sex partners."

"Okay, how about if I stay and help them out with you?"

"Not tonight Janet. Some other time perhaps. But this afternoon we can
do it at least once more." he conceded.

"Yess!" enthusiastically, as if cheering for a successful athletic 
event.

He gently lay her back down on the bed and spread her legs. His, once 
again erect, penis entered the front door this time. Her box was wet 
still, and as he pushed in, "aaaaaahh!" rewarded his entrance.

He reached forward, raising her blouse above her lovely chest, and
began to rub her nipples and the flesh surrounding. The nipples
snapped to attention quickly and he began to pinch and pull them
lightly.

Bob reached out, manipulating her nervous system to create a high 
intensity sexual heat. He brought the tingling sensation up from her 
clit, throughout her groin, and only stopped when he realized she 
was going to come, far to quickly for him.

"Oh my god!" whispered desperately from her lips. "oh yes, oh yes."

She lashed from side to side, with only her blouse lifted to ruffle
her clothing. The two shapely legs wrapped around his rib cage in a
tight clutch. Her bucking only increased as he plunged his prick to
his balls inside. Her feet prodded his thighs gently with the heels
of her shoes. Her hands clutched with abandon at the cheeks of his
ass.

He built up the tension of lust within her while plunging her cunt 
again and again. He blocked her orgasm, hoping to come at the same 
time. He could sense her enjoyment.

His breath was coming in quick, sharp, gasps. Hers in gulping, 
frantic, hot panting. 

"Goddddaammm. gnnnn. aahh aahh," she barked out with her warm, moist
breath. "oooooohhhh, fuck, fuck. FUCK!"

He let her release her orgasm as he felt the expanding thrust of come
burst from within himself. He pressed home the deposit at the rear of
her deep caverns.

She simply screamed "FUCK!" at the top of her lungs.

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