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>This posting contains:
Chapter XII(c): 10th Grade, Summer 1987
Part 3 - Hope's Last Chance (mc, no sex)
Part 4 - The Little Girl Inside (mf, anal)
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Chapter XII(d): 10th Grade, Summer 1987
Part 5 - Sisters of Deceit (mc, mf, mffff, ff)
Part 6 - The Deal of My Life (mc mf)
Part 7 - Deceit is a Traitor's Motto (mc, mf, drug)
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Tim, the Teenage MC
By Rass Senip - Proofread by Evil Eye
Chapter XII: 10th Grade, Summer 1987
Part 3 - Hope's Last Chance.
(mc, no sex)
A light flickered on, then a moment later, it flickered back off.
Darkness isn't so bad as long as you can't see the shadows. Or at least that
was what I thought until I sensed things moving about me.
"Hello?" I called out, wondering where the hell I was.
"Timmy?!?" Suzi's voice called in the distant. "Tim, where are you?"
"Suzi, over here!" I frantically called out.
"Timmy.. I can't find you.." her voice said, fading in the distance.
"SUZI! COME BACK!"
"She can't hear you any more. The link just broke," a VERY familiar voice said.
"How do you know? Who are you?"
"I know because I was the one who broke the link. We need to talk, you and I."
"Bastard. Why did you do that. That was Suzi. The real Suzi. Who the fuck do
you think you are to.."
"I'm you, stupid. And that wasn't the real Suzi. It was just an echo of her.
Shit don't I know anything?"
"You are me. Er, I am you. Whatever. So what's up, self?"
"You know what's up. This whole mess we've gotten ourself into. And you know
why I'm here."
"I do?"
"Okay, fine. I'll start off. Penny was right. You did betray her first."
"How can you say that? I made sure her dad wouldn't mistreat her. She had to
get over her fear for her dad somehow. How else could I make her face her
fear?"
"Doesn't matter. The fact is you left her there, then never checked up on her.
You let her two boyfriends keep an eye on her for you, and you see how much good
that did. But this is just the tip of the iceberg, and you know it."
"Oh, I suppose you want to blame me for dad undoing the commands in mom's head
too."
"Eventually, yes. Come on. Keep going. What else."
"What, like if I hadn't insisted on letting my dad go home while we took care of
wrapping things up, Joey's mom and dad wouldn't have been captured?"
"We're getting warmer."
"And if I had only did the same thing I had done to everyone else who had been
at the party, Penny would have never been able to tell Steven anything about me.
Then Suzi and Joey wouldn't be like they are, and..."
"And?"
"Oh FUCK! You mean this whole mess.... It is all my FAULT?! Oh MY GOD! If I
hadn't of given Penny... If I hadn't.."
"If we hadn't played God by giving Penny the brainwashing knowledge the twins
had, Steven's uncle would still be researching for a better drug because Penny
wouldn't have perfected the conditioning that went along with it."
"YES, I KNOW! SHIT! I've known for a while, I guess."
"I'm glad you can finally admit it to yourself. But it wasn't completely our
fault. We know something that no one else does that has to be taken care of
before he discovers it for himself."
"Shit. You're talking about Steven being a telepath, aren't you. Shit. Hey,
how come we didn't let ourself think of that until now? I mean we've more or
less had it figured out for a while."
"True, but if we had figured it out all the way, how long would it have been
before Joey would have fished it out and told Steven. How long would it have
been before they realized they didn't need us anymore. All Joey had to do was
form a share link with Steven and that would have been it for us."
"So what do we do now? I doubt suicide will help matters any, but if you're
game, so am I."
<nothing but silence>
"Hello? Hey... Where did you... I go?.... Hmmm.. I wonder what Freud would
say about this. Probably something sexual, knowing him. Heh. Well, if it is
sexual, it can't be all that bad. 'Course, here I am thinking to myself like a
lost idiot. Now if I was me, where would I put the light switch?"
"TIM! Wake UP!" my mother said, shaking me.
"Wha.. WHA.. WHAT!" I sputtered. "I'm awake, already!"
"What did you do to Suzi?! She threw up all over herself!"
"Shit. I didn't think of that. Is she okay?"
"Yes, she's fine. Joey's helping her clean herself off in the shower. Tim,
remember how I had to tell you something after your nap?"
"Yeah. What is it?"
"Now, I don't want you getting upset by this. All right?"
"Shit, mom. Okay."
"While I was examining Penny's mind I found..."
"Oh.. I know. You found that Steven had unconsciously altered her to think the
way he wanted her to think. I already know he's a telepath."
"What? When did you find this out?"
"I've sorta known for at least a month. Ever since I talked to Penny, I started
to put the pieces together. The way she had talked about how important her
family was to her could have only been caused by either him using the drug on
her, which he didn't, or someone making her that way telepathically.
"And the way he got his uncle Jake to believe he had drugged Penny. That was
another thing. Penny had faked the helpless slave bit around him so he would
believe it was Steven who had developed the brainwashing techniques. They knew
Jake wouldn't trust Penny since she was basically an outsider."
"I wish you had pointed all this out to me sooner. I was worried half to death
yesterday about telling you. I didn't want..."
"I know. You didn't want me to go off the deep end again. A lot of this is all
my fault. I even agree with me about that. But I can't just skip out by
killing myself and leaving everyone else in this mess. I think I figured out a
way to help Joey and Suzi. Oh! Mom! Suzi remember my NAME!"
"She did? That's wonderful!" she said giving me a surprisingly long hug. "I've
been very worried about you, especially after I had let myself go and we... you
know. I'm sorry for that."
"I know," I said, feeling something peculiar about the way she was acting.
"Let's just forget it happened."
"Oh, no, Timmy. We mustn't forget it happened," she said, kissing my shoulder
as she laid me back down on my back. "We must remember it as our first of
many."
"Mom?" I said, feeling my mother's hand bringing my dick to an erection. "I'm
going to count to three. If you can't get a hold of yourself by then, I'm going
to put those Cabal commands back where they belong. In your head."
"Now, honey. How would you do something like that? You're too weak to get
through my shield right now. And since I've disabled your powers myself, you
can't even call for help. Now let me show you what Joey had me do for him this
morning..."
"Joey? Had you do for him?" I said finding the implied meaning too horrible to
imagine.
"Yes, right before I asked him to be the father of my next child. Isn't that
wonderful?"
"Na Na NA NAAA NOOOO!" I said wiggling out from underneath my mom. But before I
could get off the bed, she grabbed control of my body and sighed.
"I hoped I could have one last suck, Timmy, before Joseph takes you away from me
forever. But he's calling me now... Oh, Timmy! Why did you have to resist! I'm
your mother! Couldn't you just have let it happen once?!"
All I could do was stare at her, unable to reply for my body was under her
complete control. I was yelling at myself for not bringing those important
revelations up sooner, and then kicked my ass across my mental landscape for not
noticing the shower hadn't been running at all.
As my body was being led back to the warehouse, my panic was really starting to
rise.
"Get a hold of yourself!" I told myself. "We have to stay sharp and look for
any chance I get to get out of this mess. Too many people depend on it!"
>From what I could see from my eyes locked straight ahead, everything seemed to
be as it was. There were slaves still checking out a few prospective slaves at
the last minute, and there were at least two Cabal members around who definitely
were not under anyone's control.
And then I saw the Inquisitor heading our way. I prayed he was coming to talk
to me, and couldn't believe it when he did just that.
"Tim, I'm not sure if I will have time later to go over what we discussed
yesterday. If you're mother can spare you a moment, we can go to my office..."
"No, but thanks anyway, Charles. I don't want to take up your time with it. I'm
sorry I even bothered you about it."
"I see," he said. "Well, if you change your mind, just let me know. Samantha,
you know how to contact me, don't you?"
"Certainly, Charles. How could I forget?"
"Well, just in case we don't get a chance to say good bye later, good luck Tim.
I hope everything works out," the Inquisitor said holding his large hand out to
me.
Like a traitor, my hand took his and shook, and my unfaithful mouth told him
thanks, that I hope he worked out his little problem too. She took that
straight from my own subconscious. She had to have done since I hadn't told
anyone about his personal troubles.
So as my best hope of rescue walked unhurriedly away, I started screaming
inside, banging on the walls, kicking and cussing, trying everything I could to
disrupt my leisurely walk to my doom.
The cell where Steven was being held was opened as we walked up, not
surprisingly finding Suzi, Joey, Penny, and David there with him.
"Well, look who's here," Joseph's mocking voice said as he walked up to my mom
and fondled her crotch. "How's my little woman?"
"Oh, Joey... That feels soo good," my mom cooed.
"MY NAME IS JOSEPH!" he screamed with a surprising amount of venom.
"Your name is Joey," I thought to myself. "Joey Theodore Connor. Joey Joey
Joey."
"Joseph," Steven said in a calm voice, "How long now."
"Thirty three minutes," he replied meekly.
"Why don't you have Tim sit down and allow him to speak for now. I want to ask
him a few questions."
"Yes, Steven," Joey said as I sat down on the floor.
"Yes, Steven," I immediately mocked when I found myself able to talk.
"You want me to make you bite the tip of your tongue off?!?" Joseph warned
angrily.
"That would make it difficult to talk, wouldn't it Joey?"
"Call me that again, and I'll.."
"Joey Theodore Connor. Joey Joey Joey Joey J..." I said as my own hand started
to slap me in the face. "Joey Joey Pheoy Joey gah Joey Joey oof Joey Joey.."
"Enough, Joseph," Steven said as he motioned my mother over to him.
"Yes Steven," Joey and I said at the same time. If looks could kill, Joseph's
stare would have slain me where I sat.
"While I've been locked up in here, I've had a chance to think things through.
All my life my family has been working to find a way to control a telepath to
control others. Now that I have done this, I find that I don't trust the
results of Joseph's telepathic power as much as my and Penny's skills at using
the drug.
"Then when your mother let it slip I WAS a telepath, at first all I could think
about was learning how to use it and rebuild my grandfather's dream. But when
Joseph managed to get around your mother's controls and take her mind, I
realized that the only thing I could depend on was the drug and the method.
"So, I'd like to hear what you thought, not that it matters."
"Fuck you," I said, watching my mother lovingly give him a twenty two.
"I thought as much. Seeing I can not allow you to live once your mother has
helped me take back my property along with all the others here... I suppose
I've come to respect your ability to keep your hope alive. So I'm going to
destroy that hope once and for all."
"Not likely," I said noticing that Suzi's eyes watching me with just a hint of
concern.
"Steven," Penny spoke for the first time since I had arrived. "I don't want him
to die. Can't we just make him my plaything like we had said earlier?"
"No, Penny. While he lives, he is a threat to the family."
"Oh.." she said, feeling torn in what was right and wrong. I started to hope
she might again be my unknowing ally, but then she said, "You're right. Killing
him would be best."
"Yes, killing him is best," Joseph said smiling wickedly at me.
My mother paused in her blow job, but then after Joseph had a moment of
concentration on his face, she went happily back to her sucking.
"Family," I thought to myself. "That had to be the key to this."
"Joseph, where are your mom and dad?" I asked.
"They will be here. Why? You thinking of having a last fuck with my mom?" he
snarled.
"No. I was worried about them. So Steven, how did you get around my little
command to make sure you didn't hurt them after you brainwashed Joey into
Joseph?"
"Actually, I didn't," he said smiling. "I forgot to thank you for adding such a
convenient factor to his psyche. I would have never had broken his loyalty to
you without making him forget you if you hadn't have given me that tool. Joseph
is my greatest and most trustworthy slave, all thanks to you."
"So you admit in front of Joseph that you brainwashed him into being someone
else?" I said, truly surprised.
"Oh, yes. Joseph knows all about what I did to him, don't you Joseph?"
"Yes, Steven."
"Tell him why."
"Yes, Steven. Because Steven is my love, my life, my God. I exist to serve
Steven, and nothing else matters. Nothing in my past, nothing in my future."
"You see? He is mine, and nothing you can do can take him from me."
"You want to make a bet?" I said, looking deep into Joseph's hate filled eyes,
searching for anything remotely familiar.
But I had to look away to glance at Steven when his surprising response was, "A
bet... What kind of a bet?"
I thought to myself, "Think fast, kid," then said out loud, "Like, well, letting
me try. I haven't had a chance yet. I was hoping to.. You said you wanted to
destroy all my hope? Well here's your chance. Ask Joseph, my mom, or even the
real Suzi if you can find her in there what would destroy my hope the most."
"Joseph?"
I felt Joseph scan my mind, seeing I was honestly trying to save my life, but
that I also was telling the truth.
"He thinks he has a chance of making me back into Joey. If you let him try and
he fails..."
"Samantha, what do you think?" Steven said.
"Timmy would never be happy if he couldn't help Joey. I was worried if he ever
gave up on that, he might try and kill himself again."
"You see?" I said, looking back into Joseph's eyes. "Until you let me try at
least once, you would simply be murdering me without having the satisfaction of
breaking me first."
"What would you need to do?" Steven said, expecting deceit.
"Well, I would have to be able read minds, and to freely ask Joseph and everyone
else in the room questions without you or anyone telling them not to answer me.
You said you trusted Joseph. I'm asking you to prove your trust and let me try
my best to turn him against you."
"Done. Ha! This will be very entertaining."
"There's just one last thing," I said. "I want you to make Joseph command you
to not interfere until I've lost my hope."
"How long, Joseph?"
"Twenty six minutes, Steven."
"Joseph, as long as he is not trying to trick us into warning the others, make
me unable to interfere in whatever he tries until say.. fifteen minutes after
the timer goes off."
"Yes, Steven," Joseph said a little unsure.
"Joseph, this is will be greatest test of your loyalty to me. I am confident
you will not fail, so you should be too."
"Yes, Steven," Joseph said happily with tears forming in his eyes.
Just as Joseph finished wiping his eyes, his parents walked in followed by...
"Gordie! RUN!" I screamed.
"Ah, Master Timothy. I see you have been collected. Very good. Here is the
pistol you requested Master Steven. Will that be all?"
"Yes, Gordie. You may go on with your duties and forget everything you have
done."
"Yes, Master Steven," Gordie said with his eyes glazing over and turning to
leave.
"Oh, and Gordie.." Steven called out a moment later. "Please shut the door for
us?"
As the wall met the edges of the other two, Penny said, "Whew. Now we're safe."
"Why? What's going to happen in..." I paused, checking my own semi accurate
internal clock, "Twenty four minutes?"
"Everyone not sealed inside a cell will be gassed. Everyone but Gordie, that
is. They will not awaken until we revive and enslave them one by one."
"Oh. Can we get started?" I said, not really surprised by his plans.
"Joseph, this is what I want you to do. The timer will go off at five till ten,
just before the auction starts. At ten thirty you will take this pistol and
shoot Tim in a leg, a minute later in the other leg, shoot him in the arms the
next two minutes, then finish him off at ten thirty-five by shooting him in the
heart. I believe that will break any hope you have left before you die."
Okay, so I couldn't keep my fear from showing after he said that. And I guess
because he and Joseph were so confident, I started to doubt I could do it before
Joseph carried out Steven's gruesome instructions.
But then I saw Suzi's eyes looking at me with more than just concern. Her
conditioning to serve Steven and Joseph was still strong enough to prevent her
from defying them, but she was clearly not happy with what could take place.
And when I saw her lips barely whisper, "I love you, Timmy," I regained my
confidence and determination, finding Steven's threat only to be one more reason
I had to make it work.
"Well? I don't have much time, you know," I said looking Steven in the eyes.
"Do it Joseph," Steven said, closing his eyes to avoid me possibly using my
empathic power on him.
"Yes, Steven."
I felt Joseph's mind release some of my telepathic abilities after he had issued
the commands to Steven's mind. As soon as I could feel the other's thoughts, I
immediately began scanning everyone in the room.
"Shit," I said when I scanned Joey's dad. Tom had been given a new identity,
believing he was one of Steven's uncles that I supposedly had taken control of.
Steven had brainwashed Tom to use him in making Joey believe they were part of
the same family, only to find it worked even better than expected because of my
commands to protect his parents. I saw that this had been the key to breaking
Joey's trust and loyalty to me. Steven had planted fake memories of me abusing
his parents in horrible ways, and this was how he had started forming the hatred
Joseph had for me.
His mother had been reconditioned to be a loving suck toy for his father. Even
as I scanned their minds, Margaret was busily sucking Tom off while he seemingly
ignored her and watched me with suspicion.
My scans turned to my own mother, finding the commands Joseph had used on her to
be very straight forward and nothing I couldn't undo if I had the chance.
Somehow Joseph had found a way around my mother's commands while she was having
him eat her out again late last night. While she was experiencing her orgasm,
he used the moment of confusion and tricked her into allowing him to form a
share link with her, then disabled her ability to resist him the next instant.
With her mind restricted by his added commands, I felt my mother had been
subconsciously trying to warn me by coming on to me. So even under Joseph's
control, my mother may still be on my side.
I scanned Penny next, seeking out the commands Steven had unknowingly given her.
I found them quickly since I had a pretty good idea what to look for, and I knew
that once they came out, Penny would more or less be her old self.
I skipped David's mind since he had pretty much been conditioned like Michael
had been, and I couldn't think of any reason scanning him could aid me.
I checked on Suzi's mind next, finding she was very upset, far more than I had
guessed before. I smiled at her, knowing I would give away any possibility that
Joseph hadn't detected the change in her. But as she smiled back weakly, I was
relieved to feel it had comforted her a little and knew it had been worth the
sacrifice.
I didn't want to spend much time on Steven's mind since it was filled with
sickening thoughts, but I did learn some valuable information, some that I
hadn't even guessed at.
Steven was only three when his grandfather made Steven's life long goal to
enslave and control everyone outside his family in order to continue his
grandfather's dream. That was shortly before his death, and Steven's
programming had been incomplete. While he was totally loyal to his family's
goals, he wasn't necessarily loyal to his family.
His ambition to become head of the family wasn't limited in any way, so when he
awoke on top of his unconscious uncle who had been like a father to him, he
didn't even hesitate to inject the rest of the green drug into his blood stream
in one big surge, knowing it would burn his mind out when injected too quickly.
The reason he had left me to be found by Joey and my mom that day was to give
him time to take over his uncle's project more than any threat my empathic
ability posed. His family blindly trusted his word and agreed to his reasoning
that they needed to study my hidden talent before attempting to contain me for
processing.
I found that they knew a hell of a lot about the limits of telepathy, mostly due
to Steven's grandfather foreseeing they would need to know these things. The
wall of insanity was only one of the things he had developed over the last few
years of his life. The telepathic suppressant drug was one of the key elements
leading to his death. He had suffered a stroke while under its influence, and
was unable to call for help. The fool had locked himself up in a cell thinking
he was safer inside his wall of insanity while his powers were not working,
fearing another telepath might be waiting for that moment to strike.
The last thing I found from Steven was that he truly did have some loyalty to
his immediate family. When he first learned that Penny had a powerful influence
over her two twin boyfriends, he found himself hoping to share the glory of
being the head of the family with her. He saw her as someone who shared the
same desires and goals, and knew she was a lot like him in other ways just
because they were brother and sister. They were both the children of a slave
and master, something that his cousins had scorned him for when he was growing
up. He saw Penny as a like-soul, and never attempted to deceive her about
anything until he processed Suzi without her knowledge.
I felt the ticking of my internal clock, and knew that I couldn't delay scanning
Joey's mind any longer. I took a deep breath before attempting to probe him,
only to find his mental barrier up.
"Joseph, please lower your shield," I said.
"No. I'll answer your questions truthfully, but I will not do that."
"Steven..." I said.
"Sorry. I can not interfere, remember?" Steven said with a wicked smile.
"Shit. Why won't you lower your shield?"
"Because I know that even though you can't use your telepathy, and neither can
Samantha, there are others around that could, and I'm the only protection Steven
has against that. Even Steven couldn't make me do it if it meant taking that
kind of risk for his safety."
"Then I will do it another way," I said, bracing myself for a huge emotional
shock.
When I felt I was ready, I said, "Joseph, look at me."
The moment our eyes made contact and the empathic connection formed, I felt his
anger and rage flooding through the link with the same intensity as before. But
with so much at risk here, I managed to hold my ground and kept myself from
being pushed into the deep caverns of my mind.
Ever since I had come out of that dark place inside my head, my empathic senses
seemed to have been considerably stronger and more sensitive. I had been
constantly aware of how everyone around me felt and wasn't able to turn it off
or block them out. But with all of my worries and troubles, I hadn't really
thought about it. It was just another discomfort I had to live with.
But as I started to get some control over deflecting the rage and hatred Joseph
was thrusting at me, I realized how much my empathic senses had improved. It
must have taken me at least a good ten minutes before I was able to hold his
negative emotions off and try feeling around for anything else inside him. Time
was still ticking, and I was very aware of it, especially when I found how much
Joseph was looking forward to killing me.
Normally that would have crushed me just to know that, but I didn't really care
for myself any more. I had to free the others, and if that meant sacrificing
myself and taking Joey with me, I knew I would do it if I got the chance.
I was awash with the emotions Joseph had been forced to carry within him. I
started to get just a wisp of the source for each emotion I focused on, not able
to focus on anything very long without getting nearly overwhelmed by it. I had
never experienced such insight to a persons emotions before, and as I spent
longer and longer looking for anything I could use, I began to sense where some
of the emotions came from.
I tried to follow the sources of the loyalty to Steven, straining like I was
pulling myself up a rope a ways, leaping onto another one as the first began to
break apart, then climbing up some more, always searching desperately for
another rope to grab before the one I was on started to fray.
I of course wasn't climbing ropes, just attempting to back track certain strands
of emotion while they flowed outwards from somewhere within Joseph's being. I
finally was able to narrow my senses down enough to follow just the sense of
loyalty he had for Steven. I traced the 'path' which they were coming from, and
suddenly felt Joseph's/Joey's soul.
I struggled to bring his soul into focus just like the twins had done for me
with Michael's, Vicki's and Carol's. I quickly realized I couldn't focus on the
entire 'object', but there wasn't any reason I couldn't just 'move' closer to
the source of the streams of loyalty I was trying to follow.
The closer I came, the harder it was to move closer, and soon I couldn't go any
further. Either I was trying to stretch my abilities out too far, or the
pressure of the constant outward flow of emotions was preventing me from getting
any nearer.
But it was close enough. My 'vision' cleared to the point were I could tell
where the emotion was being emitted from, a densely blackened area which seemed
to have something else sticking up from underneath.
My heart jumped when I realized it was the command I had used to ensure his
mom's and dad's safety. I had a clear overwhelming feeling that if I could
remove that command, I would break Steven's hold over him.
I let myself be pushed/pulled away, then quickly closed the empathic link. I
had to take a moment to recover from the intense strain I had been under, then
found everyone looking at me, waiting to see my reaction.
Seeing Joseph grinning at me stirred up a little cockiness inside me, so I met
his grin with my own, causing his to disappear when he probed me and he found I
meant it.
I dropped my smile when he did, not wanting to get him riled up when I needed to
reason with him rationally.
"Joseph, do you still believe I made your mom and dad my play things?"
"No. Steven told me the truth about what he did and why. I know he altered
them. It doesn't matter."
"Do you still love them?"
"Yes, just not as much as Steven."
"What about Suzi? Do you still love her?"
"Yes."
"How important is Penny to you? You are always saying 'Steven', but it actually
is 'Steven and Penny' isn't it."
"Steven is the head of the family, Penny is second only to him."
"So you love Penny too."
"Yes."
"Just as much as Steven?"
"... I am not sure. Penny had never tested my loyalty, where Steven has. I
don't think I could ever disobey her."
"Even though I was talking about love and not loyalty, I'll accept that as an
answer. What would you do if Steven or Penny had been altered by someone else.
Like another telepath."
"I would undo whatever they did."
"Even if it was against the wishes of the other?"
"I'm not sure. It depends on what the commands were."
I paused a moment to consider that. I had hoped to get him to undo the commands
in Penny's head, but decided to leave that for the moment.
"If Steven asked you to kill Suzi, would you do it?"
"Yes. I already did that once," he said with more than a hint of sorrow.
"What about your mom or dad. Or even all three of them."
"I would do it. I wouldn't like it, but I would do anything he asks me to do."
"Including killing Penny?"
"I.... I would probably kill myself first. I don't know for sure."
"You used to be my friend. By best friend. Do you remember that?"
"Yes. I remember everything from my old life. I loved you, maybe even more
than Suzi. But all I want to do now is watch you die. Slowly. Painfully.
Miserably."
"Shit," I gasped, trying to keep myself from shaking from the strength of the
emotions behind his words. It was hard, but I managed to keep myself from
falling into that trap. He truly did remember everything. I mean, he wouldn't
have known how badly that would have hurt me any other way.
But Joseph wasn't finished. His goal was to make me lose my hope, and he saw a
clear path to do just that.
"You would know if I was lying, so I don't have to prove this to you by letting
you in my head. You never knew how I hated being dependent on you for the power
you shared with me. I loved you, and that was why I put up with your rules,
your over exaggerated sense of right and wrong. And I knew you would never even
look to see if I was breaking your damn rules behind your back.
"Yeah, that's right. Sweet lovable Joey, your most trusted buddy, had some fun
that you wouldn't have liked him to have while we were share-linked. Remember
how I went to my cousin's football game that one Friday night? Well, I only
watched enough football so I could think about it while I was talking with you
if you mentioned anything. You're so gullible.
"I felt like I was in a candy store with the shopkeeper out to lunch. And with
a nice big bottle of drink to keep me going, I must have taken nearly fifty
cherries before I was too tired to fuck any more. I even programmed the best
looking ones to return to being my fuck sluts whenever they saw me scratch
myself. You never even caught on when Lisa Wong saw me while we were at the
mall that time with LeAnne and I accidentally scratched while she was watching
me. I fucked her in the men's room while you, Suzi, and the twins were busy
helping LeAnne load all that shit you bought her."
Stunned by his revelation, I could only stare at him as he grinned at me. He
knew I wasn't able to even think straight, much less attempt to somehow undo
Steven's hold on him. I couldn't believe it. Joey, the real Joey had...
"NO!" I said, brushing my horror aside. "YOU WILL NOT DISTRACT ME ANY MORE! You
hate me, right? You despise me more than anything, right?"
"Yes."
"MORE than you love Steven and/or Penny?"
"Yes."
"Shit. Then WHY do you allow one of MY commands to remain in your head?"
"Because I can't remove it. I've fucking tried."
"You want it out?"
"Yes."
"There is only one person on this planet can do it. And it's ME!"
"It's too late for you," Joseph said, picking up the gun. He turned to me and
pinched his nose to say in a high pitched voice, "The time will be ten...
thirty... at sound of the gunshot."
"No!," Suzi said standing up, surprising everyone in the room including herself.
But seeing she had gone that far, Suzi carefully walked up to Joseph and said,
"Please Joseph? Don't? Please?"
"I'm sorry Suzi. I'll make you forget all about him, but now it's..... FUCK!"
"What is it?" Penny asked.
"I was just checking the time again... I've been concentrating on killing Tim
so much I just now realized I've been watching the time through someone's eyes
that should be asleep. The gas. It didn't go off!"
"That's right," my mom said. "Now put down the gun. They are about to open the
door."
"NO!" Joey said, pointing the gun straight at my head. "IF IT OPENS HE DIES!
AND STOP TRYING TO TAKE ME OVER! I'LL KILL HIM FASTER THAN YOU CAN STOP MY
FINGER!"
I felt another mind scanning mine, and felt the Inquisitor undo the restrictions
to my telepathic abilities. The instant he finished, I attempted to take
Steven's mind, finding Joey had switched his share link to him the moment my
mother had broken the one with her. Joey was shielding both of them, but I
still had another idea to try.
With very little effort, I canceled Steven's commands in Penny's head, just as
Joseph undid Steven's inability to interfere.
"Joseph, kill him now. We have plenty of hostages here. He's too dangerous
alive now."
"With pleasure," Joseph said aiming for my heart.
But Suzi stepped between us, and for a moment I thought Joseph wouldn't go on.
But then he said, "Tim, make her move out of the way. I'll kill her too if I
have to."
"Suzi, stay right where you are," Penny said, moving to stand in front of her.
"Joseph, give me the gun. We can not win here. Killing him would only make
things worse."
"Please, Joey," my mom said.
"MY NAME IS JOSEPH!" he cried. "GET OUT OF MY WAY PENNY! I'LL KILL EVER GOD
DAMN ONE OF YOU IF I HAVE TO!" then cocked the gun to make his point.
"Joey Theodore Connor!" I made his mother say. "Put that gun down, or you'll be
in deep shit!"
"JOEY! Listen to your MOTHER!" his father said.
I was almost as surprised as Joseph since I hadn't been the one to do it. I
quickly scanned to find my mom had made him say it, but Joseph also had scanned
the pair of them and now was really getting angry.
"FUCK with my FAMILY, WILL YOU!" he said pointing the gun at my mom.
"Joey, stop it!" Suzi said stepping out from behind Penny.
"STOP CALLING ME JOEY!" he said, aiming the gun at her.
"Joey..." my mom called.
"Joey..." I echoed.
"Joey..." Penny continued.
"Joey..." Suzi joined in.
"NO! STOP IT!" Joseph screamed, covering his ears with both hands, still
holding the gun but pointed up at the ceiling.
The four of us continued to call his true name, then I had to break off a moment
to stop Steven from trying to get the gun from Joseph. I physically wasn't a
match for him, but the moment I made eye contact, Steven was temporarily
overcome by my anger for what he had done to my loved ones.
I quickly had Joey's parents and David hold him down, then remembered something
I had picked up from somebody's head. With a quick chop to the neck, I rendered
Steven unconscious along with very nearly breaking my little finger on the edge
of his collar bone.
The three females were circling Joseph calling his name in a mocking sing song
way, then I suddenly found his eyes looking towards me.
With a look of pure determination, he started to lower the gun towards me, and I
knew he would kill me if I didn't stop him. The empathic connection formed
instantly, and I had to press hard against the sudden rush of emotions flooding
into me, pushing everything I could muster into the chaos he was emitting.
I focused on everything we had done together, felt for each other, meant to each
other. I pushed how easily I would sacrifice my life for Joey's or Suzi's, not
even noticing the gun continue to be lowered past my heart.
His chaos stormed through both of us, building in intensity and power as I
continued giving him every thing I could. I started throwing my feelings for
Suzi, my mom, Holly, LeAnne, everyone I could think of in to that hurricane of
emotion. We were both straining very hard against the conflicting emotions, and
suddenly we both just fell to our knees while the incredible volume of emotions
began interfering with everyone else's ability to think.
Our eyes had broken their contact, but the empathic link remained. The gun went
off when he fell forward and tried to catch himself, but apart from noticing I
hadn't been hit, I ignored everything else afterwards accept for what I started
to see happen within Joseph's mind.
His mind. I could see his thoughts. When I realized he had dropped his mental
barrier, I immediately went into his mind and started to tug on the command
stuck beneath the emotional waste.
Using the power of the emotions swirling within us, I mentally lurched and
swayed, attempting to pull this tiny stick out of a slab of cement. I tried and
tried, oh how I tried. I was convinced I had to do it now or never have the
chance to again.
So I stopped transmitting the feelings I had been sending him for a few moments,
and just as Joseph's personality started to reassert himself, I released them
all in one giant surge while tugging on the little twig of a command.
When it came out, I fell flat on my face with Joseph's screams in my ears. His
mind was falling apart with the sudden void in his mind, and as I looked up, I
saw him grab the gun and aim it at his own head.
But Steven's voice weakly said, "Joseph, no.." thankfully diverting his
attention from his mind's collapse.
"MY NAME IS JOEY, YOU FUCKING BASTARD!" Joey cried as he aimed the gun at Steven
and fired.
And fired.
And fired.
And fired.
Once in each leg and each arm. Steven's blood was quickly oozing out of all
four limbs, and as Steven's mind became aware of what had happened to him, he
found Joey wasn't finished yet.
"Joey! NO" I said when I saw him take aim at Steven's chest.
Joey wheeled around at the sound of my voice, and I saw his clearing head was
still filled with hatred for me.
"The time is.." he said as he aimed for my head began pulling the trigger.
I closed my eyes waiting for everything to end in a big red flash. The gun went
off, and a moment later when the bullet hit me over the right eye, all I felt
was a curious burning sensation before everything became distant and black.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Tim, the Teenage MC
By Rass Senip - Proofread by Evil Eye
Chapter XII: 10th Grade, Summer 1987
Part 4 - The Little Girl Inside
(mf, anal)
I was hot.
And itchy.
Hot and itchy.
"I'll take off my shirt. That will make me feel better. Gotta wake up to take
off my shirt."
Like someone turning up the volume on the TV, sounds of activity faded in as I
began feeling my body wake up. When I opened my eyes, I had to squint from the
light in my face.
I raised my hand to move the desk light out of my eyes, but didn't complete the
motion for I felt this awful pain from the right side of my forehead surge from
the movement I had made.
"OW!" I gasped, sending my hand to clasp the bandage covering the source of the
pain. I had closed my eyes again and stayed still a few moments, then looked
over at the activity on the other side of the room.
A man and two women wearing smocks were busily trying to stabilize Steven, and
hadn't noticed I was awake. But then a door opened along the wall behind me,
and my dad came in with one of his nurses, and gave me happy look.
The first thing I said was, "Why aren't I dead?"
"Why? You want to be?" he said trying to sound like he was in the joking mood.
"No," I said with a touch of irritation, finding his statement rather
distasteful. "What happened?" I said closing my eyes as the busty nurse moved
the light back into my eyes.
"The bullet only grazed your skull. Your mother tried to stop him firing, but
accidentally caused him to pull the trigger after she altered his aim. You were
lucky. Another inch and you would had been.... Timothy?"
"Yeah?"
He sighed and sat down on the edge of the padded bench I was laying on.
"You and your mother have... well, you've changed my life. I didn't know how
much until you turned up missing, and then when your mother was taken by Joey...
I know we've had our differences, but at the same time we're... closer, aren't
we?"
I was looking at my dad's fiddling hands, having never seen him appear so
nervous before. I had felt what he was trying to say when he had sat down, and
was searching my own feelings for him. I still had my reservations, for I
didn't trust his motivations, or his sense of right and wrong. But I knew he
was trying to change, and the only reason for that was for my mom and I. Plus,
the entire time I had known him, he always had been trying to do what he thought
was in my best interests, even when he had tried to brainwash me and Joey using
the twins.
So, for the first time in my life I actually saw him as my dad, not just my
birth father who was obligated to support me and do stuff for me. I guess I
never let myself believe he had been giving me things and doing things with me
because it made him happy. I always had the thought in the back of my mind that
he did those things either out of his sense of family duty, or to butter my mom
up by being her son's father like she wished.
Knowing there was no better way to let him know how I felt, I said, "Dad? Look
at me, please?"
He knew what that meant, and with just a slight hesitation, he looked over at me
and allowed me to make eye contact. The empathic connection formed, and I
immediately felt how real his feelings were for my mom and I. We had become the
center of his life, especially my mom, and that just made my own feelings for
him jump a little higher.
And there was something else he felt towards me. It took me a few moments to
realize what it was, then just as I was closing the link, I got it.
Admiration. My own father admired me for the way I could get what I wanted
without having to use my abilities in altering people to fit my wishes. It
directly conflicted with his desire that I share in his own beliefs and
pleasures, for one of the greatest joys he had was finding a fresh young girl
and taking her mind, followed by her ass.
As my father and I had our first truly shared hug, I decided I could bend a few
rules for my dad and instead of us always doing that I wanted to do, I would let
him talk me into doing a few of the things that he liked to do. Especially when
I had just realized that many of those things involved crossing a lot of those
damn lines I had made in the dirt, and I figured who would be better to share
the moment of wiping them out than with my pop.
"Well, isn't this a surprise," my mom said, finding us still in a hug.
We both immediately separated, my dad clearing his throat noisily several times
while I laid back down feeling my cheeks burn with embarrassment.
My mom walked up to my dad and held her left hand out slightly for him to take
it, then I watched them look at each other with that grin. You know, the kind
that people get when they are feeling very happy thoughts for each other, and
you know that eventually they would wrap their arms around the other and stand
there for twenty minutes rubbing their backs and speaking softly, kissing gently
every once in a while.
I closed my eyes when I dad stood up, and tuned out their soft talking and
gentle kisses, attempting to go back to sleep.
My parents never even got the chance to go for a second round of kisses when we
were interrupted by a Cabal member stomping in demanding medical attention. He
was nude and had cuts all over his chest and back, and a really nasty gash
across his left cheek.
"Bergenstein, what happened to you?" my dad asked.
"You know that fucking bitch I've been working with? Well, I gave up today and
just went ahead and did it the old fashioned way. Made her my suck and fuck
doll, then went in and started using her. Fuck, Grodmen. I never knew what hit
me. All of a sudden she was back to her old self, cutting me open with her
nails... Say, can I borrow your nurse?"
"Deb, go tend to Bergenstein's wounds," my dad said as he grinned from my mom
teasing his earlobe. "Is that the same one you were having trouble with last
week?"
"Same fucking one. I finally solved that problem by running the water until her
shit dissolved completely. You know, I'm kind of glad she did this. Now I'm
twice as determined break her, and then I'll get her back real good for smearing
her shit in my face."
"WHAT!" I said sitting up at attention a little too fast. I held my head as the
spinning room slowed to a stop, then said, "What did she do?"
"She fucking grabbed a handful of her shit and nearly choked me with it, that's
what! I'll really make her suffer for getting it in my nose like that! I've
already punished her for trying to bite my dick off by putting some..."
"Where is she? What cell?" I said getting up slowly.
"What? Oh, ah.. Cell H4, row 9. I wouldn't go in there if there's any shit
laying around.." he warned just before the nurse started to apply an
disinfectant that made him jump.
"Tim, where do you think you're going?" my mom asked as I walked carefully
towards the door.
"It's Elsie. I mean it's Melissa. Or both, I mean. I got to go.. I can't
believe I forgot about her..."
I didn't even get out the door before my head made me stop and lean against the
wall.
"I think you better stay here and rest," my mom said attempting to lead me back
to the bench.
"No!" I said, pulling my hand from her grasp crankily. "I have to go see her..
Shit." I said finding my sudden movement making my head pound even worse.
"You're not going anywhere, mister," my mom said a bit crankily too. "She can
wait until you can..."
"No! I'm going! Just as soon as..." I said, trying to make my head stop its
throbbing.
"You're not, and that's..." my mom said with her hands on her hips.
"Sam," my dad interrupted. "Let me take him to see her, then I'll make sure he
gets his rest afterwards," then turned to me and added, "If he swears that if I
think he can't handle her or he gets worse he'll listen to me when I tell him to
stop."
"Okay," I said.
"Charles, I'm not so sure...." my mom said, trying to keep her cool.
"Sam..." he warned her. "Remember that talk we had about a month ago?"
"You slime ball.." my mom said. "All right! But if you let OUR son hurt
himself, YOU'LL be the one sorry for it."
"Thanks," I said after my dad helped me out the door and we were safely out of
ear shot.
"My pleasure," he said.
I felt he had meant that even more than he had let on, but allowed him the
illusion of some privacy. As he helped me into the wheelchair which I was
grateful that he had found, I realized my empathic senses had become sensitive
enough that I hadn't really needed to scan anyone's mind to guage their
intentions or even know what they were thinking.
Before Joey's hatred temporarily overloaded my mind, I only received
intermittent vibes from other people, and mostly only when they were feeling a
certain emotion very strongly. But now I could generally feel what the people
around me were feeling without eye contact, and while I couldn't sense
everything they were feeling that way, this still gave me quite an edge on
others. Especially when dealing with other telepaths who could hide their
thoughts from my probes.
I closed my eyes and let him do the driving, trying to relax and make my head
ache go away. But the pain made me think of Joey's share link, and then
immediately had to ask what happened to him.
"Your mother barely kept him from shooting at you again, and had to use Penny's
big boy to hold him until we could get him out of there. He's been sedated and
put in a cell for now. Tim, I'm afraid whatever you did unbalanced his mind.
I'm not saying he's crazy, just out of control. Do you understand?"
"Yeah, I think so. What about Suzi and Penny? Penny doesn't deserve to be
locked up like a prisoner. She wasn't herself before."
"Suzi's back in our room along with Joey's parents, but Penny is now the
property of the Cabal along with Steven. I'm sorry Tim, but there is nothing I
can do."
I wanted to argue about that, but I knew he wasn't the one I had to argue with.
So I sat quietly trying to find some excuse for forgetting Melissa like that.
When we reached the cell, my dad had to alter a few of Bergenstein's men to
allow us access, then before my dad would let me open the door, he insisted we
see what the monitors showed us.
As soon as I saw her crouched in the middle of the room fighting her drowsiness
as she waited for the next attack, I pounded the open button and ignored my
dad's warning about the small pile of shit right next to her.
As soon as I could slip through the opening crack, I found Melissa nails ready
and shit in hand looking at me with wild eyes six feet away and quickly closing.
When I didn't see her expression change, I suddenly feared she might just finish
me off before recognizing me.
"Melissa! It's me, Tim!" I yelled backing away as fast as I could.
She continued her hostile approach, and suddenly I found myself falling over my
own feet. I managed to avoid hitting my head, but then found Melissa getting
ready to slash.
"Elsie, NO!" I cried, putting my arms up to protect my face. But when I felt
the huge surge of emotion from her, I lowered my arms and found her starting to
shake and cry as she sank to her knees beside me.
I didn't even care about the mashed shit in her left hand as I sat up and let
her wrap her arms around me. I managed to avoid blacking out while she squeezed
the life out of me and smothered me with her breasts. Then suddenly I was
falling backwards when my dad's voice said, "Careful bitch! He's not well.."
My head hit painfully against the metal grill floor, and I barely managed to
keep it from bouncing the third time. I must have yelled loud enough to be
heard out in the parking lot, and that was probably the only thing that saved my
dad from getting his face slashed.
Up went my dizzy head again when she realized what she had done, but this time
Melissa started to pull me on top of while trying to drag us both away from my
dad.
"Now stop that," my dad said. "Can't you see you're hurting him. I'm not going
to harm you or Tim."
"He's my dad, Melissa," I managed to whimper to her. "Damn it, stop tugging!"
She stopped moving us away, but pulled me up on top of her a little more so she
had me laying up against her chest while she tried to comfort me and protect me
at the same time.
When my head settled down enough I could stop grimacing from the pain, I said,
"Dad? could you give us a few minutes alone?"
"All right, but then you have to go to our room and get some rest. Agreed?"
"Okay, but it might be a little more than a few minutes. I don't think I could
make it to the wheel chair without passing out, but I'm starting to feel better
just laying here. Can I just rest here for a while? I promise we'll be good."
I was a little surprised when I felt him attempt to probe me. I quickly
realized he hadn't meant to, and just had accidentally triggered it while
considering whether I was well enough to stay or not. He was just about to
cancel it when I surprised him by allowing him access to my mind, something I
never thought I would do.
"Just don't overexert yourself, son," he said softly a few moments later. Then
without another word he walked out and shut the door to give us the illusion of
some privacy.
Elsie gave me a gentle hug, then carefully moved us over slightly so she could
lean up against the wall and continue to hold me. She tried to clean her hand
off as much as possible, knowing how much the odor displeased me, but I told her
it was okay, and that the smell didn't bother me anymore.
Figuring I was lying, which I was, she was careful to keep that hand as far away
from my face as possible. Her other hand was gently rubbing by chest through my
shirt, and even though I would have liked to get out of my itchy clothes, I
didn't try stopping myself from falling asleep with her purring sounds in my
ears.
She must have laid there with me against her for I don't know how many hours
before I was awakened by the starting of the cleaning cycle. The disinfectant
and cleanser seeped into the bandage on my head, and suddenly I had to rip it
off, followed by immediately having to shield it from the falling cleanser. I
was fighting back tears when the rinse cycle started, and was gasping and
grimacing while I let the water rinse it out, finding it almost as bad as the
disinfectant and cleanser had been.
By the time the water shut off, I was bleeding all over myself, but thankful the
intense burning had stopped. I had sat up while rinsing my wound out, and Elsie
had taken that opportunity to escape her entrapment from underneath me, and I
found her busily eating what there was of her dinner.
Other than the small trickle of blood from my forehead, I was feeling better
than I had earlier. I decided I could walk, then almost reconsidered it when I
tried, but made my way towards the wall that was the door anyway.
When the wall started to open as I had commanded, Elsie almost knocked me off my
feet trying to back me away so she could defend us. But I only had to smile at
her and hold out my hand for her to realize I was taking her out of there.
I realized my hand was shaking from my shivering when she took it, and decided
the first order of business was to get dry. I also added getting a new bandage
to that when I wiped the blood off that was about to drip off my chin.
Seeing that they didn't have anything to guard now, I sent the two blocky men
off to fetch my dad's nurse and bring us some clean towels. I spotted my
wheelchair and gratefully sat down in it to rest a moment.
Elsie was still holding my hand, looking all around her with eyes of wonder. I
realized she had never seen the outside of one of those rooms, and then
remembered I had run across the location of the room where she first had met her
Master while I was browsing Steven's mind.
When the first guard came back with the towels, I had him help me take my
clothes off and dry me off before pushing me in my wheelchair, heading towards
that room of hers.
The room was actually another cell, but had a normal door separating the bedroom
and a small hall. The hall didn't go anywhere until the door was safely locked,
then the far wall was opened from outside just like the rest.
I felt her excitement when she recognized the room, then had to hold her off
from dragging me to the bed for a fuck. I convinced her to take a shower while
the nurse bandaged my wound, and actually had to wait a while before she finally
came out.
I nearly didn't recognize her when she opened the bathroom's door. She had
shaven her legs and arm pits, cut her hair real nice, and to top it all off she
had oiled her body up making her dark skin glisten erotically in the light.
My already hard dick jumped from the sight, almost trying to disattach from the
rest of me to get at that hot piece of snatch. And as she came close, her
tongue started to tease me with its motions, and her hands made some very
exciting motions that made my mouth water.
I scooted back from the edge of the bed and laid down with my flag pole sticking
straight up, watching her climb onto the bed like a big cat stalking her prey.
She crawled up my body, letting the tip of my cock slowly drag across her chest
and belly before halting with my cock aimed right for her nicely trimmed puss.
I was filled with expectation and lust, not caring that the nurse recommended
another twelve hours before intercourse, and could barely contain myself from
reaching up and pulling her hot body down on top of me.
But just as I felt she was about to plunge herself down, Elsie's personality was
brushed aside and Melissa's face went from showing a seductive sexually aroused
woman to the smiling face of a little girl.
"Hi Tim!" she exclaimed.
When I groaned from frustration, she said, "What's wrong? Aren't you happy to
see me?"
"Melissa, has anyone told you your timing sucks?" I said, giving her a weak grin
back.
"What do you mean?" she said before noticing my still hard cock below her. "Oh.
Is that all you two do?"
"No. But it what we like doing the most. Haven't you ever watched?"
"Why? It's gross. As soon as Elsie pointed out I was growing boobs, I made
sure I would never have to do that stuff. Elsie does it for me."
"Melissa, do you trust me?" I asked.
"I guess so."
"Then let me show you what it is supposed to be like. Just once. I promise
I'll stop if you say."
"No way. It's gross. And it hurts."
"No it doesn't. It feels good. And it doesn't have to be gross. Just trust
me, okay?" I said, forming an empathic connection and sharing the tenderness I
was feeling while rubbing her cheek with the back of my fingers.
"But... I promised I wouldn't, and I'm not old enough... and.."
"How old are you, then? You look old enough to me."
"I... I guess... I don't know how old I am. But I don't think I want to.."
I started to use my magic touch a little on her cheek, and since she wasn't
stopping it, I started turning it up a little.
"There now. Just lay down on top of me a while and let me give you a little
loving. That's it."
"Tim?" she said after feeling my hands slide up and down her body in an attempt
to arouse her.
"Yes?"
"If I did do it, I'd probably want to do it again, right?"
"Probably, yeah."
"Then I can't do it. I don't want to become like Elsie and have to do it all
the time with every man who wants me to."
"You wouldn't, silly. People don't normally go around having sex with every
person who offers. You wouldn't want to do it with anyone except someone who
you care for. You saved my life, Melissa. I care about you, and want to share
what it means to be free and alive. And making love is one of the nicest things
a person can do. Ask Elsie. I made love to her, and it was completely
different than the sex we had."
Several more minutes went by without either of us saying anything out loud, but
her body started to respond to my caresses enough that I gently rolled us over
so she was on her back with me on top.
"I don't..." she said before I put my finger over her lips to hush her. I
looked deeply into her eyes and lowered my face to hers, finding her fear ebbing
away and her excitement rising.
She closed her eyes before my lips touched hers, then passively allowed me to
kiss her. I felt her excitement building even more as she followed her
instincts and wrapped her arms around me. My own excitement started to grow as
she began to actively kiss me back and explore my back with her hands.
I was surprised when her tongue snaked out of her mouth and into mine, never
expecting her to be the one to try it first. Her tongue's movements quickly
lost its obvious lack of experience, and soon we were frenching like pros.
At some point my dick had grown hard again, and when I shifted my positions
slightly, she suddenly felt its presence and gasped. We broke the kissing off
and panted in each other's faces as a battle between her fear and lust waged
inside her head.
When I saw her fear was winning, I kissed her on the lips gently, then rolled
off and laid down beside her. But I wasn't giving up, just changing tactics. I
took her hand and started kissing my way up her fingers, up the back of the
hand, then slowly made my way up her arm. By the time I reached her shoulder,
she was back in the groove of things, and at the first chance she got, she
pressed her lips against mine and attempted to french once more.
I kept my mouth shut until she had settled down and was simply trying to kiss,
then slightly parted my lips and allowed her cautious tongue to get its
satisfaction while adjusting our position again so that she was on her back and
I was partially on top of her again.
Once I was where I wanted to be, I broke our mouth apart, then began kissing
down her neck while turning my magic touch up to a decent level.
Between my lips and my roaming right hand, Melissa was starting to lose her fear
to her arousal and pleasure. And to my pleasure, when my mouth reached her left
nipple, I found Melissa felt every bit of my magic touch, not having bothered to
block its senses while she was in control.
When she started to consistently gasp at my sucking and groping of her breasts,
I decided it was time to make or break the horse's back, and started my hand on
its journey towards her heavenly patch below.
When my hand was on its final approach, crossing the open plains of her lower
belly, she suddenly started to have a battle of nerves, and I saw I either would
have to forget it, or risk it all and go for it.
My hand dived for her pleasure knob, and was rewarded by a nice moan while her
head went way back and her crotch pressed against my hand. I didn't try to
press my advantage any more yet, however, and only gently stimulated her crotch
with my hand until she had recovered her wits.
Once I saw she had accepted what I was doing, I kissed her breast and then her
tummy as I moved down and positioned my head between her legs.
"What are you going to do?" she said nervously.
"I'm going to kiss you, like this," I replied before taking a nose dive into her
hot wet cunt.
Her lovely moan and series of gasps gave me such a hardon that I stopped simply
kissing her and started going full out. I was probing her pussy with my tongue,
finding it very familiar, yet somewhat new and exciting. Then I realized what
it was that made it so much more pleasurable. In every sense but physically,
she was a virgin to sex.
So when her legs clamped around my back and she started to hump my face, I
nearly came from the unexpected pleasure, then quickly changed my mind when she
hurt my bandaged wound.
To my astonishment, when I tried to make her let go of me by pressing my finger
gently against her rose, her ass opened up and swallowed my finger, triggering
the no longer a girl's first orgasm.
When she did let me go, my pain was long forgotten, having lusted for that ass
for who knows how many weeks. My finger was starting to move in and out of her
ass freely, I having helped myself to her pussy juices to lubricate her other
hole. God she was tight. When I finally worked my second finger in, I knew I
would never enter her ass without causing her a great deal of pain at first. I
was very disappointed.
I felt dizzy by the time I had pulled my fingers out of her ass, having
overexerted myself again. I remember her calling my name while I crawled off to
the side of her, my senses starting to darken. I didn't lose consciousness, but
everything went dark and quiet for a moment, then came back slowly.
"Are you okay?" Melissa asked worriedly.
"I'll be all right after a while. I just need some rest."
"And something to eat," she said when my stomach growled.
"Yeah. I guess I haven't eaten in a long time."
"Would it be okay if I let Elsie back so I could tell the others?"
"Why don't you just go to them physically and tell them?"
"Huh? You mean... I hadn't thought..."
She paused a few moments while I felt her emotions go haywire with hope then
extreme grief.
"Tim? I want to find my family," she said as she burst into tears.
I groaned internally but managed to sit up and hold her while she wept. She
cried a long time, longer than I had done with her. She had years of emotions
built up inside her, never being able to release them since she didn't dare show
her true self to the outside world.
Eventually I had to lay down again, and found her quite willing to lay on top of
me while she recovered her latest bout of sorrow. I drifted off a few times
during her periods of rest, then would be awakened when she started to cry
again.
I woke up finding she had fallen asleep herself, and felt my lack of food having
an effect on my well being. It was well into the evening by then, and most of
the cooks were already finished cleaning up.
I found my dad's chef and asked him to whip something up and have it brought to
the room, but found him a bit cranky and fairly unwilling. I was in the midst
of altering his attitude when I realized what I was doing.
I had been very upset by all those people having been taken advantage of and
made to serve the other's wishes. I couldn't bear the thought that all these
people would be enslaved and made to do who knows what for the rest of their
lives. But the people who were already enslaved I didn't have a problem with
changing them to suit my purposes. I had been living with people my dad had
made his servants all this time without setting but a few of them free. What
the hell was wrong with me?
But then I saw the other side of the equation. My dad would never forgive me if
I turned all his servants loose. In fact I knew that many of those people had
been slaves so long that they wouldn't be able to take up a normal life without
being programmed for it, and what kind of life would they live like that? Like
Carol. She's been his car slut longer than I had been alive, over half her
life. If she was suddenly set free, she would most likely seek out the security
of what she had with my dad and wind up doing it for someone else who might not
take care of her. I knew in Carols case, my dad would take care of her as long
as he lived, her being as much of a keep sake as anything else. Dad does keep
good care of his possessions.
Then I got to thinking about the others. My dad didn't have any female servants
over the age of twenty-eight at the mansions. Just last February he had
reprogrammed two of his maids with the skills he required for hiring them as
accountants. They moved out of the mansion and into a decent apartment building
he owned, and would probably live there the rest of their lives faithfully
working for him during the day, then afterwards attempt to recover a somewhat
normal life living in a building full of women. Less than a third ever find a
husband, most of them turning to a lesbian life with the multiple partners
available at home.
So instead of making the chef do it, I bribed him by promising him a night of
fucking the nurse who I knew wouldn't mind since she had 'noticed' him several
times while in my presence. Something about chef's white uniform drove her
absolutely bonkers. That was why she had become a nurse. Doctors wear similar
white outfits.
Deb was checking me over by the time the cook brought the cart of food in,
awaking Melissa with its rattle. Once the two professionals were finished with
their duties, I sent them on their way, noting they weren't a bad looking
couple, but maybe that was because their outfits did kind of match.
We said very little as we pigged out, Melissa going absolutely nuts over the
taste of real food again. When our tummies had enough, we both laid down on our
backs and felt the drowsiness set in.
I fell asleep without much trouble, but later woke up from Melissa calling my
name.
"Tim, can we... You know. Do that again? I want to go tell my friends and ask
them where they are so I can find them for real, but... Oh! I'm already
starting to do it!" she whined.
"Hey, its not what you think. When's the last time you were in control of your
body this long?"
"Not since I made Elsie," she said sadly.
"You have to realize that you just woke up in a woman's body for the first time
in your life, right after having your first orgasm," I said.
She gave me confused look, so I added, "Orgasm. That's what you call that
feeling that felt really good."
"Oh.." she said still disturbed.
"Melissa, you're a woman now. I know you don't feel like one, but maybe that's
because you've hid behind Elsie all this time and she did all your growing up
for you. I still am not sure what Elsie is, but I know she is a real person. A
real woman. Maybe if you can figure out a way to merge her with yourself
you..."
"NO! She's so... Gross! I don't want to be anything like her!" she sobbed.
"Hey! That's not being fair to her. She's done the best she could. You owe
her for keeping you in one piece while you hid from your troubles and made her
deal with them."
"But she isn't real! She's not me!"
"You may believe that, but I don't. From what I've seen, she started out as a
copy of you, but you and her grew apart because you didn't experience everything
she did. You may be the one in control, but she's lived your life for you. If
anything, SHE has more right to your body than you do. SHE is the real Melissa.
You're just what she used to be."
"NO! How can you say that! I trusted you! I liked you! I... Did that thing
with you!" she screamed getting off the bed and backing towards the door.
"Melissa.." I said attempting to capture her eyes with mine as I had the outer
and inner door sealed.
"Why are you doing this!" she said after running to the door and trying it.
"Because I'm your friend, but I'm also Elsie's friend too. Now calm down. I'm
not going to make you do anything you don't want to do. And if you think about
it, how could I? You could knock me flat just by breathing on me."
"But... But..." she stammered. "You want me to become her!"
"NO! No, no, no, no, noooo," I said walking up to her shaking my head. "You
silly. You won't become her. You are the little girl inside her that she lost
to the things they put her through. Don't you see? She needs you. And you
need her because you can't handle this on your own. The person you two would
become together wouldn't you or her, but both. You'll be whole again."
Finally her eyes did meet mine, but I didn't bother forming the empathic
connection. Instead I just let our gaze pull us closer for a kiss, then found
her pushing me back towards the bed.
She laid me down in the bed then started to copy what I had done to her. Her
lips kissed their way down to my nipple, but then continued their way to my
crotch. I couldn't believe she was going that far so quickly, but didn't stop
her when she took my dick in her hand and gave it a few experimental tugs.
Melissa stopped and looked at me, seemingly asking me a question with her eyes.
"What is it, sweet thing?"
"Nothing," she said, letting my dick go and crawling up my body like Elsie had
done that afternoon. And when she was in the same position that Elsie had been
in before she had taken over, I saw she was going to continue it herself.
But as my dick finished aligning itself, she asked, "Will this make me a woman?"
"Sweetie, the thing that makes you a woman is time. This is only one of the
things a girl, or boy for that matter, has to deal with while they grow up. This
won't fix your problems, and it might make them worse. You don't have to do it,
okay?"
"But this is what Elsie does?! She wants to do it!? And I guess I do too?!
What does this mean?"
"It means you have nothing to fear by joining with Elsie. Don't you see? She
is you! You are her! The only difference is one went through hell while the
other stopped growing up! You have to merge to become the real Melissa.
"SHIT!" I said as she plunged herself down on my cock, feeling her emotions
running through her mind freely. I couldn't focus on what she was doing,
feeling my head hurting from the physical exertion I was expending while she
fucked my cock at a maddening speed.
Her initial burst of energy quickly ran out, slowing down a bit and starting to
do more than just fuck. Her lips found mine, and while her tongue forced its
way into my mouth, I gave into the lust she was building up inside me and
reached around her to feel her smooth back.
Just like she had done when we first kissed, Melissa's fucking became less
amateurish and more controlled and refined. I was enjoying myself, feeling the
comfort of her familiar body, and then suddenly realized there was more to it
than that.
Right then her humping changed dramatically, and I recognized Elsie's and my
favorite fuck pattern, the long tall hump, but yet wasn't exactly the same.
I checked my suspicion by using my magic touch on her breast, then continued to
pleasure her like that when her sudden squeal told me she had felt it.
Her deep breathing finally made her stop the intermittent kisses she had been
giving me, and I listened to her panting and grunting in my ear. I found myself
desiring to hear the lovely sounds of her moans, so activated my invisible cock
and made her feel its tip against her ass.
The second I did that, I got the opposite response I had expected. She whirled
around so fast my real cock got twisted in the process, and that ended the love
session for the moment.
"Sorry," she said realizing what had happened.
"That's okay. I should have said something first," I said as I laid my little
man down gently. "How does it feel to be whole again?"
"Nice," she said, maneuvering herself into a sixty nine position. "But you were
wrong about something."
"Oh? What's that?" I said quickly as her tongue licked across my nuts and her
crotch eased itself onto my mouth.
"I'll do it with anyone," she said between licks.
"Oh? What happened to it being gross?" I said before nibbling her hood.
"That was something I grew out of a long time ago," she said licking my cock
like a lollipop.
As we kept up the oral gratification, my mind kept focusing on her ass only
inches away. I finally couldn't take it any longer and started to slip my right
hand cautiously up her side and over my head where her butt was. She became
still when I used my magic touch on her rose, and flinched when I managed to
insert my finger inside her.
Then she let out a "ssssssssssssssssssssaaaaa" when I started to move my finger
in and out, then started grunting with pleasure. I worked the second one in,
finding her attempting to relax her back door, then was shocked to find her
loosening up a great deal more.
"DO IT!" she suddenly gasped. "Do it NOW before I change my MIND!"
I moved as fast as I could, finding my chance at the ass of my desires, and had
my cock pressing at her asshole before she had taken the next breath.
I only briefly paused to check and make sure she was sure, then told her to try
and keep pushing until I was all the way in. We both took a deep breath, then
she immediately let it out in a delightful moan as my cock slid easily into her
anal socket.
Her ass was ten times the pleasure than Teresa's had been, and something about a
black woman's ass just drives me wild. I could barely believe I was all the way
in, feeling her heart beat through her tight ass's walls. It promised to be the
best ass fuck I had had for a long time.
As if someone had flipped a switch, I started fucking her ass in synchrony with
her rocking back and forth, quickly adapting our favorite fucking style to work
doggy style. The moans and grunts we both made drove me totally ballistic,
making me hump with vigor that of course resulted in making me dizzy again.
I had to lay down on top of her back, making sure that my dick stayed in while I
waited out the darkening of my vision and hearing. When I felt myself able to
continue, I gave her lovely brown back a few tasty licks, then straightened back
up to have another go.
It took a few pumps to get her back into the mood for it, and then realized she
was faking a fair amount of her moans and groans. It didn't produce as much
pleasure as she had let on, and she didn't feel all that great about it in the
first place. But it was her way of thanking me for setting her free, and knew
me well enough to know my turn ons.
One of the things that made me want to have anal sex with women was the pleasure
I got from sharing what it felt like with them. I wanted them to experience the
joy of anal sex, knowing most of them would never get beyond the initial pain
and discomfort without my help. So to find Melissa not getting the most from
the experience was extremely disappointing.
But instead of giving up, I asked her to get on her back, then re-entered her
ass and bent forward to kiss her. While we petted each others tongues, I gently
probed her in a manner that was a request to open a link. When her response was
positive, I formed a two way and immediately found her pleasure rising three
fold.
We swapped bodies pretty quickly, with her wanting to experience having a dick
to fuck with, while I wanted to diagnose the weak pleasure signals she received
from her ass. I found the cause to be an old block she had unknowingly set
while her brother entered her ass the first time, and when I released it, I knew
it was time to try again.
She didn't want to give up my body, but I promised her she would get another
chance when I was feeling up to it, then had to kick her out before she could
resist.
The moment we had our own senses back to ourselves, I sent a pulse of my magic
touch out my dick, then smiled as she emitted a moan I knew was real.
And that was what triggered my desire to break her and enslave her to my will so
I could let her go. I was my new self again, feeling the power and knowing I
could do it without making her into something she wasn't meant to be. I wanted
her to always remember me, to always desire me, and most importantly, to be free
of any distrust for me.
I formed my invisible cock and plunged it into her smushed pussy, feeling her
jump and squirm as my real cock started to grow inside her. I started sending
pulses of heat and pleasure through her pussy and ass, driving her to a lovely
orgasm that would only be the first of who knew how many.
I started bobbing my head up and down, teasing her with magic touch filled licks
that made her frantically lick me back whenever I came into range. Her mind had
already submitted itself to the pleasure I was giving her, and now I began using
my empathic senses to manipulate my stimulation to her body and make her mine.
As I stopped to rest, I sent my hundred tongues to lick her body inside and out
while my invisible cock filled her puss greater than was physically possible
while it fucked. I knew she was nearing the breaking point when her still face
was triggered into a licking frenzy from just a single touch of my tongue.
Sending her small shivers of utter joy while whispering she needed to release
herself to me, wanted to give herself to me, let her life, her mind, her will be
mine and mine alone. Then I pushed my surging dick into her ass deeply, sending
a wave of devastating pleasure into her rectum and letting it echo through her
body as I repeated the words of enslavement.
Her mouth began to attempt repeating my words after the forth time I did that.
Then by the sixth I felt my cum starting boil as she started saying the words of
enslavement without me.
I started fucking her ass freely and carefree, listening to her holler the words
of enslavement, then finally as my cum exploded into her ass, she opened her
eyes and screamed them before passing out.
Strangely enough, I didn't pass out after my orgasm took me. I was surprised
that I even felt somewhat refreshed, and pulled my dick out of her ass with
smile of satisfaction.
"Two down, a couple of billion to go," I muttered as I carefully got up off the
bed.
Before I went to take a quick shower, I looked at my old cell mate sleeping
peacefully on the bed. She appeared so much younger than when she first came
out of the bathroom. Perhaps it was my other senses again interfering with my
perception, but maybe I was just seeing her for the young woman she really was
instead of the part animal part little girl her two halves had been.
Yeah.. The whole Melissa was definitely 100% all woman, and I wouldn't want her
any other way.
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