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

And the very latest version of this story, plus other stories set in 
_The Book_'s Universe are also available at:
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>This posting contains:

  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)

>The next posting contains:

  Chapter XII(e):  10th Grade, Summer 1987
      Part 8 - Final Farewells and Hello Agains (mf)
      Part 9 - Fate and Luck                    (mf, oral)
      Part 10 - A Day of Fun with Holly Quinn   (mc, mf)

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Tim, the Teenage MC
By Rass Senip - Proofread by Evil Eye
Chapter XII:  10th Grade, Summer 1987 
Part 5 - Sisters of Deceit
(mc, mf, mffff, ff)

My head was hurting again by the time I reached the room where Suzi was.  It was
well after midnight, and I was absolutely beat.  I almost left, however, when I
found Suzi didn't recognize me again.  But after a few minutes of letting a few
of my tears flow, I felt it all come back to her again a moment before she
called my name.

Despite my tiredness, I didn't get much sleep that night.  Even though I was
comforted by Suzi's physical presence, something else about her made me feel
uncomfortable in a different way.  It was like I could feel how damaged or
injured her... spirit was.  Like she had been burned terribly or was recovering
from an auto accident.  There was the feeling she was slowly recovering, but yet
I knew she would never completely recover from this terrible wounding of her
soul.  There simply would always be a scar.

The following morning wasn't that restful either.  I spent a good three hours
being interrogated separately by the Inquisitor and two other cabal members, one
of them being Patrick, the guy Gordie had mentioned.  And I only have one thing
to say about the guy.

He's an asshole to the fifth power.

I don't think I could have even talked him into letting a corpse go free.  God
how he pissed me off.  He treated me like a five year old, talking down to me,
speaking in simple terms even a five year old would have rolled their eyes up
at, and then telling me I wouldn't understand whenever I asked him anything that
he hadn't told me already.

The other one was a really butch looking woman who would interrupt our
discussion with her views of what I would sound like in her dungeon as my cock
was being put through who knows what.  And I had the distinct impression she
would have had my nipples pierced the moment I had walked in her office if the
Inquisitor's warning look hadn't stopped her.

So after being scanned, grilled, insulted, treated like a child, then having my
nerves continuously rattled by her damn observations while she shrewdly asked me
questions I would have preferred not to have recalled the answers for,  I topped
of the morning by going to see Joey in his cell.

Or more like dodging his attempts to kill me by trying to head butt my stomach
or groin the whole time.  He was so unbalanced that his mind simply went around
the commands many people had already given him, and was in a straitjacket to
prevent him from hurting himself or others.  I didn't dare try to form an
empathic connection with him.  His emotions were so chaotic and powerful, I
wouldn't have stood a chance.

So after spending an hour outside his cell clearing out the useless commands in
his head, I wearily went to find my mom to talk to her about Michael.

"Oh honey," she said when I found her.  "You look so tired.  Why don't you go
take a nap and not worry about Michael until after you're feeling up to it?"

"Because if I try and take a nap alone, I'll either end up crying or thinking
about how much I want to go beat Patrick's stupid head into the ground.
Melissa's trying to find her brother and sister, Joey's all screwed up, I get
uncomfortable around Suzi like she is, and there isn't anyone else I want to go
sleep with."

"What about the twins?  Your father checked on them this morning and found them
awake.  Why don't you go find Joy and Honey so they know you're okay, then maybe
take a nap with them.  I think they are still in cell 11B5."

"Huh?  What are they still doing in there?  Oh wait.  Don't tell me.  I have a
pretty good idea," I said, feeling my tummy growl.

When I arrived at cell B5 in row 11, I hit the open button and walked in.  I
couldn't help but smile at my sort of adopted sisters.  They were both fast
asleep on the queen size bed, obviously having becoming sleepy after a big meal.

But considering they apparently had been locked up in here without any means of
getting out, I checked their minds for any signs of stress.  There wasn't any,
so as I stripped my itchy clothes off once more, I had a passerby hit the close
button for some privacy.

I crawled in bed with them, delighted to feel the soft sheets and their warm
bodies next to me as I snuggled in to join them in slumber.  Neither of them
stirred, and soon I was fast asleep.

I was awakened by a warm mouth at my crotch, and another at my mouth.  I didn't
even open my eyes as I kissed Honey back as her sister brought me up to full
arousal.

My eyes opened wide, however, when Joy pulled her mouth off and held it for her
sister as she lowered her pussy on it.  I barely had time to feel her slide me
all the way in her before I heard the wall opening up.

"Holy shit," I said as another pair of twins walked in.  As the wall shut behind
them, I couldn't help but stare at the remarkable closeness in looks between the
two sets of twins.  They obviously were not quadruplets, but...

"Are they.. your sisters?" I asked Honey as she returned to her slow fucking.

I got a yes back, then had to close my eyes as I felt their combined empathic
power begin to flow through me.

"That felt wonderful," I said a few moments later, opening my eyes up to find
the four of them apparently busily communicating in the way only known to them.

I felt there was some sort of argument going on, and then found Honey unmounting
me.  As the two sets of twins stood facing each other seemingly deep in their
argument, I studied the new twins a little closer.  They obviously were younger
than Joy and Honey, but it was difficult to determine exactly how much younger
they were.

I concluded they must be about fourteen, maybe fifteen, but seemed to remember
Joy's and Honey's breasts being bigger than theirs when I had first met them. So
fourteen was probably as close as I was going to get.

My thoughts were interrupted when my twins suddenly attempted to grab the
younger two.  The younger twins panicked a little and backing away from their
bigger sisters.

I watched dumbfounded as my two twins chased the other two around the room,
finally causing the younger two to emit feelings of fear.

"Hey!  What's going on!  Why are they afraid of you?"  I said getting ready to
step in.

Joy and Honey sent me a HUGE wave of emotion that basically said, "STAY OUT OF
THIS."

But the other two were now sending me their own pleas for help, and I was torn
between my trust of my so called sisters and the seemingly innocence of the
other two's pleas.

Just as I was about to interrupt physically, both my girls broke out in a run
which was so uncharacteristic of them, I was too stunned to stop them from
pulling the other two down.

As the younger girls struggled to escape, Honey and Joy began soothing them with
touches and feels, obviously sexual in nature.  My dick rose again as I realized
that they were attempting to seduce their own younger sisters.

Joy and Honey were kissing their nude bodies as they pulled themselves up to
their  faces.  I could feel there was something much more going on here than
just a simple incestual lesbian action, and watched fascinated as the young
girls' expressionless faces seemed to be struggling to remain that way.

As Joy and Honey began kissing their faces, teasing their lips with their
tongues, and gently rubbing their crotches with their own, I could feel the
young girls' emotions sharply increase, then suddenly as if someone had cut a
string, the two pairs of twins were actively sucking on each other's mouths.

The smaller girls on the bottom lost their reservations of what was happening,
and fairly quickly they were putting out as much as they received.  In unison
the two pairs of lovers assumed a sixty-nine position, and I sat there jerking
myself off while I witnessed the four of them sucking and licking each other
until all five of us simultaneously came, with my load shooting across the room.

Feeling rather weak, I laid back on the bed before I had a momentary blackout. I
laid there resting for a while, listening to the four girls breathing and
kissing once in a while.

I think I had only been asleep a few minutes when I heard a gasp.  I sat up to
find the younger two watching Joy and Honey kiss each other lovingly on the
lips.

"Shit," was all I could think of to say.  I had never witnessed them ever doing
anything like that before.  My flag pole was flying high again as Honey lowered
Joy onto her back.

The younger twins seemed to feel even more uncomfortable about this, but I could
tell by the way they would momentarily look at each other that it was only a
matter of time before... Yep.  Just like someone had cut another string.
Suddenly they both just turned to each other and greeted each others mouths with
their own.

I felt something strange come from Honey and Joy, and just as I had moved my
attention to them I saw Honey looking at Joy in a strange way before giving her
a sweet kiss on her cheek.  Then Honey got off her and the two went over to
break up the two younger twins.

I watched with growing curiosity as Honey and Joy went out of their character
even more.  Joy laid down on the floor with her younger sister and began showing
her the ways of gentle lesbian loving, while Honey brought the other somewhat
unsure girl over to me and placed her hand in mine.  Honey made it absolutely
clear it was vital I make love to her as gently and sweetly as I could, then she
turned around and joined her twin.

I couldn't believe what was happening, but I knew whatever they were planning,
it was something to do with what had happened to Joey and Suzi.  I had no real
way of knowing this.  It just felt like it to me.  So just as the younger girl
started to have second thoughts, I reached out to her with my own empathic
ability and captured her lovely brown eyes.

But then she looked over at the struggling mound of flesh on the floor, and I
had to physically stop her from trying to join them.  That's when I suddenly saw
part of what the twins were attempting to do.  Just as I had taken Joy to the
brink and back alone, they were doing the same with their two sisters.  They
were trying to make them form their own separate identities by making them
experience different events.

I could sense how close I was to seeing the little girl behind those brown eyes.
I smiled at her, giving her my best open and friendly intentions, finding to my
surprise that it was working.  I felt there was something more to this than what
I was doing.  Why did all the twins want to suck me?  Why was this girl going
doe-eyed on me? Looking like she just got kissed by her favorite heart-throb...

"Shit," I muttered, finding myself deeply honored and somewhat unsure I was
worthy of their...  whatever it was.  But my ego loved it, and she was just as
precious as Joy and Honey had been the day I met them.  And I knew there was
something I had to do before anything else took place.

"Have you been given a name?" I asked.

As expected, the answer was a no.  But what I didn't expect her answer to
contain with it was a mixture of fear and hopefulness.  And because I didn't
understand the source of the fear, I took a deep breath and formed an empathic
connection.

The connection was nothing like I had ever experienced before.  Whenever I had
formed an empathic connection with the twins before, there had been only a
slight hint as to something going on beyond the emotionless steady calm they
always seemed to have.  My empathic ability's increased level of sensitivity now
was picking the incredible finely controlled rotation of emotions, surging and
receding so quickly that I swore they were almost speaking to me...

"So that's how you do it," I said very softly.

I felt the concern of the twin rise from the small peaks to larger ones,
realizing that to her I was probably invading her privacy.  While I didn't close
the connection, I did start paying more attention on the face of the girl in
front of me, stroking her cheek and closing the space between us.

But then my attention was drawn to the surges in her emotions as our lips met
and her cool mouth invited me to enter by opening slightly.  With fascination I
studied the incredibly complex rotating emotions passing through her being.  And
from somewhere in my lifted knowledge, I suddenly recognized what exactly this
meant.

Just like a TV station transmitting a picture using carrier waves, this
incredibly fast changing of emotions was actually their way of communicating
with each other without anyone else being able to detect it.  And the only
reason they could do this was from their finely tuned control over their
emotions.

Sensing my mind was elsewhere, the girl broke her kiss with a feeling of
disappointment.  I felt extremely guilty for that, and closed the connection
that instant.

"I'm sorry," I said, looking down at her modest breasts, finding her nipples
softening and receding.

Seeing I had really ruined the mood, I looked back up at her face and said, "Can
I try that again?" then pressed my lips against hers before she could give me an
answer.

This time I concentrated on the task at hand, quickly wrapping my arms around
her and pulling her onto the bed next to me.  She melted in my arms, letting me
feel her cool skin against my body while calmly responding to my kissing with
her own.

I made love to those lips with my heart and soul.  Gentle kissing intermixed
with surges of fast frenching, we must have kissed for almost twenty minutes.
Suddenly she took the lead by rolling me onto my back and while plunging her
tongue into my mouth, she began exploring my chest with her hands.

Her desire was overpowering her tight self control, and while her body started
to slide on top of mine, I suddenly knew she would use her power on me if I let
her mount my cock.

But the moment after that thought ran through my head, her wetness slid across
my hard member, sliding my tool deep within her well fucked cunt.

Not knowing what her intentions were, I attempted to capture her eyes with mine.
But when I felt her emotions flood into my being, my eyes rolled up in my head
while my hands went to their positions at her breasts.

As my mind begin to lose its ability to think, my own empathic abilities
suddenly opened up and began to emulate what she was doing to me.  I felt the
shock pass through her body as she experienced the same power she was using on
me, then found the harder she tried, the stronger I became.

When I found myself able to think again, I felt her attempt to take that away
from me.  I quickly responded by concentrating my energy in fucking the bitch,
planning on taking her over the edge and keep her there, enslaving her Timmy
style.

But when I finally managed to put her on her back and start driving my cock as
deep as I could, I found myself way too tired to attempt something like that,
and somehow her face seemed too innocent to do it to her.  So as her power
completely cut out, I slowed my fucking to a gentle hump, then carefully made
love to her neck and face.

Her attempts to overpower me quickly left my mind, finding myself enjoying
making love to this younger girl much more than I thought I would.  My cock
finally found the best angle to pleasure her, and even though I knew her
responses were entirely faked, I couldn't help find the few sounds she made very
rewarding.

When my balls began the familiar sensations of getting ready to cum, I got up on
my arms and started to give her full long strokes like the ones Melissa and I
had practiced so many times.  As I built up in speed, I began surging my feeling
of desire and pleasure with each plunge.  I found her opening her eyes with each
hump, feeling the emotion and the fullness of my cock fill her more and more.

The moment my dick began to surge with my seed, my eyes met hers and a
connection was instantly formed.  Her defenses fell, my emotions over came hers,
and her young body stiffened and rolled as our orgasm washed through her
helpless soul.

Then there was a sense of clarity of what my intentions were, and what hers had
been.  We could see each other's souls in a way I never thought possible, and
while the tears started to fill the brown eyes below me, I smiled and kissed her
cheek before gently dismounting.


I found the other three on the floor watching me stunned and beginning to feel
the tears of their sister.  As I looked each in the eyes, they immediately
allowed my empathic scan to proceed, revealing their deep urge to impress their
desires and needs onto the males they could enslave.

I had the impression they had all practiced their mind wiping talent enough to
believe they could enslave any male on the planet.  But my own abilities had
spiked with her attempt to make me her toy for an evening, and now they were
ashamed to find that I was pure of heart enough not to enslave the young girl
while I had every right to do so.

And suddenly I felt it.  A very familiar feeling that I hadn't realized I had
felt before.  A call from the twins I had called sisters.  But this call was not
sisterly in nature.  This was the call of my Mistresses, the ones who had turned
me into their sexual boy-toy to worship their every whim and fantasy.

All those months I had believed they had been content with just my loving
caresses and my sharing moments of closeness with them where only the instances
they hadn't blocked from my memory with their intense emotional vices.  The
Inquisitor and my mother who had both scanned my mind intensely had never even
suspected they had put their controls into me, having looked for the kind of
tampering that telepaths like to use.

But their call would not work this time.  Awash in their emotional pull, I
walked up to the pair of them and slapped them hard across the cheeks.  The call
stopped immediately and the twins stood there realizing I wasn't under their
control any longer.

"HOW DARE YOU!" I yelled.  "You, you, TRAITORS!  I can't believe you DID that!
TO ME!  I would have done anything for you without you forcing me!  I trusted
you!  I...  I...

"NO!  It's too late to apologize.  No wonder all the twins wanted me, you told
them all about how good a toy-boy I was, didn't you.  And you were going to let
your little sisters be the first to play with me!  I thought you were trying to
help me! Me and Suzi and Joey..  I can't believe.."

Their empathic apologizing and pleads stopped while they sank down to their
knees and began to orally worship my cock and balls.  Damn, they knew their way
to a guy's heart.  I couldn't help but lay down and let them do their thing.

While I was enjoying their licks and sucks, I reconsidered what they had done to
me in the past.  While I wasn't entirely clear on how often or what I did during
those blanked periods, I had the impression I had enjoyed them and hadn't done
anything that would upset me normally.

The fact of the matter was, I really couldn't blame them too much.  Their
overwhelming need to alter a male to fit their desires and pleasures had become
so great that they couldn't help but take advantage of my trust and willing
nature.  And since they had always restored me to my regular self afterwards, I
suppose I didn't have as much reason to be upset.

But I couldn't forgive them for their outright deceit.  I probably would have
agreed to letting them do it to me if I had known how strongly their needs were,
but that was before I had lost my trust in their seemingly openness towards me.

I continued letting them pleasure my groin, finding it relaxing to both myself
and them.  Their younger sisters watched with emotionless looks from the bed,
looking as if they were sitting in front of the TV watching an old rerun they
had seen so many times.

That all stopped when the food dispenser began filling the rubber cock with its
mush.  Out of habit, I raced towards the cock, only to find the twins somehow
had beat me to it.  I watched with amusement as they would alternately bob their
heads over the cock with a steady pattern.

When I actually studied their method, I immediately saw how inefficient they
were doing it and felt the need to correct them.

"No, no, no.  That's not how you do it!  Here, let me show you how," I said
spreading the girls apart and getting down on my knees.

"Yew gadda suck en big surthes, like thiff," I said with the thing in my mouth.
I sucked and bobbed my head in a fast repetitive motion, and was rewarded by a
big gob of the stuff being squirted into my mouth.

I pulled my mouth off to chew a little and swallow, then felt myself turn red
realizing I had just insulted them by telling them how to do their business.
Imagine me showing them how to suck a cock like they were some amateurs.

But because they realized I had gotten a mouth full of the stuff, they
reconsidered and tried doing it my way.  The other two twins soon joined us, and
I had to have someone reset the equipment twice until we all had enough.

But I hadn't forgotten their betrayal by the time we all crawled into the bed
with full bellies.  As the fuck drug started to do its thing by making my dick
rise up, I filled them in on the added ingredient to the meal we had just
finished.  They all became concerned as they felt their own arousal rising
without their consent, and then pleaded for me to let them out so they could
find someone to fuck, knowing I wouldn't be enough for the four of them.

All I did was to move Joy onto her back, straddle her face, then to her
disappointment, brought Honey's ass over to fuck.  My suspicion about having
fucked Honey's ass many times in the past was confirmed when she didn't even
flinch from my fast entry.  Her ass fit like a well fitted glove, and I enjoyed
fucking it for a half an hour while Joy licked and sucked my balls and scrotum.

A sudden shifting in both their positions told me the other two had joined us,
then allowed the younger pair to use up some of the drug on their sisters before
stopping the action and calling the younger twin I hadn't touched over.

She immediately started to lower her mouth towards my cock, but stopped when her
nose reminded her where it had just been.  I got off the bed, had her assume the
position, then entered her ass without attempting to loosen her up.

Unlike Honey and Joy, I found the master of the younger twins hadn't resisted
sodomizing them, and in fact the twin I was fucking had already been fucked once
that day, finding her ass already lubed and loose.  This was probably a good
thing, however.  If I had taken her cherry without her master's permission, I
would certainly have been in deep shit.

The drug induced need to fuck was something I had become used to and had gained
some control over my actions while under its influence.  The girls, however,
were completely out of control, and they were finding their lesbian sex was only
making them desire cock even more.

Joy was the first to break off from the three cunt licking sisters, walking up
to my face by straddling her younger sister and mercilessly began sucking my
face.

I continued my ass fucking while I ran my hands all over Joy's body and sucked
at her face as she did mine, then felt another mouth licking at my bouncing
balls.  As if that wasn't enough, the other young twin suddenly leapt onto my
back, then steadily began humping her fingers while sucking and licking my neck.

Oh God.  I wanted to fuck all four of them at the same time.  My movement was so
restricted, however, I couldn't even successfully fuck the one my dick was in.

I shook the one off my back, managed to stop Joy's sucking and Honey's licking,
then without pulling out of the ass I was in, I laid down on my back and started
telling them where to go.

With two fingers in each of my twin's asses, and my tongue straining to fuck the
remaining twin, the four twins began fucking in synchrony, quickly working up to
their normal slow fucking speed.

Suddenly they all started struggling to change their positions, all four of them
turning towards each other and coming together in a fourway french kiss.  Or
more like a French lick.  Anyway, the results of which caused me to cum, and cum
hard.

A little too hard, actually.  I hurt my head from the strain, and was well on my
way to blackout city when I sensed they were about to cum also.

I don't know how I did it, but I managed to keep my tired tongue and fingers
straight and as cock like as I could until the four of them finished their
orgasm.  I don't remember anything but noting they were done before passing out.

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Tim, the Teenage MC
By Rass Senip - Proofread by Evil Eye
Chapter XII:  10th Grade, Summer 1987 
Part 6 - The Deal of My Life
(mc mf)


The two large wooden doors slowly and silently opened before me, then I felt
myself moving forward into the dimly lit room.  The walls were very vague in the
dim light, as were the floor and ceiling.  At the center, however, there was a
large black triangular table with two high backed chairs on each side.  The
chairs for the side directly in front of me were empty, but the other four all
had their backs turned to me, and the dim light made it impossible to see if
they were occupied.

I suddenly felt someone standing beside me, and I was startled and relieved to
find it was the younger version of myself from my dream.

My other self was looking back at me, then glanced towards the two empty chairs
which were obviously meant for us... er mes... you know what I mean.

I walked up and we sat down and turned to face the table.  All the chairs turned
at the same time, and I found myself sitting with..

"Me, myself, I and.. Me again?" I said, surprised.

On left side of the table sat two more mes, one sitting straight in his chair
with a look of intelligence on my.. his face, while the other sat comfortably in
his chair showing an ever changing array of emotions on his face.

The two on my right were... well, nude, aroused, and openly masturbating in our
presence.  One was much larger in the dick department and had a masculine build
that was slightly better than I physically had been able to obtain thus far. The
other was more like what I had been before my time in the weight room started to
pay off, but he seemed more... feminine than I would have liked to see an image
of myself display, especially in his movements.

"So...  What's up, dudes?" I said sitting back in my chair and putting my feet
on the table.

"Heh.  I'm up." my better endowed version of me said.

"We can see that," my brainy looking version said.

"Who called this meeting, anyway?" my emotional self said curiously.

"He did," my feminine self said pointing at my younger self beside me.

"You did?" I asked myself.  "Why?"

"I had to make sure everyone was in agreement," he simply stated.

"In agreement.  About.."

"About what we need to do, what we want to do, and what we might want to do."

"Oh, that tells us a lot, doesn't it," my emotional self said angrily.

"Actually, it makes perfect sense," my brainy self said.

"Look, asshole," my macho self said, "Why don't you just stop playing the games
and just tell me what I mean."

"Excuse me," I said confused.  "Since I've never been to one of these meetings
before, could someone tell me who the hell all of you are and why I'm here?"

"You already know how we are, just not who you are," my intelligence said.
"You're the conscious part of Tim.  You are the servant and the master of the
rest of us. You are always being controlled by one or more of us, but only you
decide which one and for how long."

"Okay...  That explains me.  You're my brains, you're my emotions, and those two
are my.... er, sexualities or something?  Then who are you?" I asked my younger
version.

"I'm your conscience, or subconscious self."

"Oh.  Uhm, nice to meet you," I said uncertainly.  "So what is it you want to
agree on?"

"In no order of importance, what I am going to do about Joey, Suzi, Michael,
Penny, David, Melissa, mom, the rest of the people being auctioned off, and...
Huh.  I guess that's all for the moment."

"Shit," I said with everyone agreeing with me.

"Well, if Emotion is up to it," my intelligence began, "I believe with the twins
help we could reverse the effects on all of them.  The question is who first?"

"Suzi!" my macho self yelled at the same time as my feminine self yelled "Joey!"

"Well, we have two votes," I said.  "What about you Emotion?  You're going to be
doing most of the work."

"I... I... I'm so torn.." he said, switching back and forth from a frown and a
smile.  "I think...  Suzi would be easier, but Joey might need it more."

"I agree with Emotion," Intelligence said when I glanced at him.  "Joey seems to
be getting worse as time goes on.  He should be made the priority.  Then if it
fails on him the first time, we should try Suzi then attempt Joey again."

I looked at my conscience, but he said, "I do not have an opinion here.  I only
give advice when the others can not, or when they are advising something that
violates what is right.  However I would like to point out that Michael's
condition is also unknown, and that he may already unable to be woken up.

"And the fact that the auction has finally started, we will not have a better
chance to interfere or prevent the others being sold.  Penny and David are to be
sold along with...  Just a moment..."

He turned his chair and was out the door in a flash.  I barely looked over at
the others for their reaction before he returned and said, "We have another
problem.  I just checked with the outside world and found that Melissa is still
considered to be a slave.  And worse yet, she has been bought by Patrick, and he
has already taken control of her mind."

"I guess THAT is our first priority," I said, looking over at the others.  "Is
it agreed?"

The room went pitch black and moments later I found myself laying on my back.

I opened my eyes to find the familiar look of a cell's glowing white ceiling
above me and the familiar humming in my ears.

"I guess that was a yes," I muttered sitting up.

I made my way to where the auction was being held at, stopping a few times along
the way to rest to keep myself from passing out again.  I cursed myself for not
having used the wheelchair, then cursed myself out again for not getting dressed
when I realized only slaves would be nude.

I managed to hitch a ride on the back of a firmly built man-slave when he
crossed my path.  He had been on his way to join his mistress in the hall where
the auction was being held, so it wasn't like I was keeping him from his duties,
just slowing him down a little.

His mind was so firmly controlled and programmed, I couldn't tell if there was
anything left of the original man's personality.  As I probed into his mind for
memories of his true life, I found he had been enslaved by a woman he was raping
in a park one night. Apparently his raping had triggered the woman's discovery
of her abilities and had since then been the recipient of many raping before she
had completely taken his mind.

The slave's mind also had some useful information about the auction.  Like who
to see to check who was sold to whom and the like.  Also, I found that the
buyers weren't using money to purchase the slaves.  Everyone was given an equal
amount of credits to use, making the auction into a kind of game of wits and
deviousness rather one of financial resources.

Apparently they were enjoying themselves tremendously.  Laughter and friendly
chatter was all we could hear as we approached the great hall.  Before we
entered, I got off the man's back and sent him on in, taking a look around
through his eyes while physically staying out of sight.

Not that I got that good of a look before being cut off.  No sooner than I had
seen that there were at least fifty people in there, I felt the eyes of several
of them fall upon my spy and felt probes tracing my own mental connection with
him back to me.  I braced myself for their attack, knowing they would break
through my shield and take me over no matter what I did, but figured I should at
least give them a fight.

The attack did indeed begin, but suddenly it stopped before my defenses had
fallen and I heard them laughing right before someone called my name.

I hesitated, feeling ashamed at being caught at spying on them, and for once I
was embarrassed about my nudity.  But the greatest reason I didn't want to go in
there was I was afraid it was some kind of trap.

But then I recognized the Inquisitor's voice being the one who was calling my
name again, the firmness of his voice sounding almost like a dare for the others
to say or do something, made me lose my momentary vanity for my nudity and
walked in.

It was very weird walking in under the eyes of so many telepaths.  I could feel
probes constantly being formed and aborted, and my empathic senses told me the
members were either feeling impatience for being interrupted, or extreme
feelings of lust and desire to take me as their prize.

The members who would have loved to have broken through my barriers, taken my
mind and body to toy with were all restrained to do so by the Inquisitor's
presence and verbal order.  None of them dared to cross him, even though their
combined attack would have certainly been more than enough to overpower him as
well.

But the last time members had revolted against each other like that, they were
nearly all destroyed by the resulting war, and since the Cabal was formed to
protect themselves from such unpleasant events, they simply restrained their
lust and dark pleasures, gaining the satisfaction of letting me know how easily
I could have been theirs.

It was while I walked the final steps towards the Inquisitor that I realized how
pitifully weak I was compared to them.  I had been comparing my own powers and
skills to that of my father's and mother's, but I could see that while I
certainly wasn't defenseless, I was no match for anyone in that room, let alone
two or more of them.

So as I sat down next to my friend and protector, I felt defeated, completely
helpless to do what I had come here to do.  Not one of them would consider my
feelings or words to have any merit unless I could somehow gain their respect.
And from the sounds of their laughter and belittling stares, I knew I didn't
have an ounce of respect from anyone but the one who was telling me I shouldn't
have come.

I watched as a woman was brought in and the members half heatedly bid on her
while she stood there shivering in fear.  And when I felt her eyes fall upon
mine, I shuddered as I felt every ounce of innocent soul beg me to help her. All
I could do was to share the heart ripping feelings of regret and sorrow with
her, then watched her eyes lose it's energy as her new master altered her mind
to his liking.

I could feel the darkening of her soul, the dulling of her life and spirit as
she lost her fear and became his ever loving sexual beast, wishing nothing more
than to swallow the cum and other bodily juices of anyone who requests it.

Paralyzed by some kind of internal need to see what fate these people were to
have, I sat there and watched three more people lose what little free will they
had left, and finally couldn't take it anymore.  As the mid thirty-year old man
lost his gentle nature that I had felt the moment he had entered the room, I
felt the knot in my chest twist and bind so tight that I had to close my eyes
and gasp.

My gasp was echoed by everyone in the hall as the knot finally pulled itself out
and unraveled inside me.  My stomach revolted and tried to purge its contents
while people all around me started to get upset.

I managed to contain the escape of my earlier meal, only to find myself at the
center of a lot of people's anger.  Without the Inquisitor having to say so, I
quickly gathered myself up and got the hell out of there.

I don't remember it happening, but the next thing I knew I was in bed with Suzi
after apparently passing out somewhere.  Suzi was awake studying my face, and as
soon as I opened my eyes I found her closing in for a kiss.

That kiss brought something I had been trying not to think about to the front of
my mind.  I knew what I had to do to save anyone else from losing their free
will and souls, but first I had to free my two lovers, beginning with my loving
Suzi who was already attempting to mount me.

My emotions were overflowing my mind and body, my fear, my anger, my grief
mixing together while my love for Suzi never wavered.  All my bottled emotions
and bundled feelings, all of the heartache and pain, everything I had been
experiencing the past few months started to flare and grow beyond anything I had
ever felt before.

The lust and need I had been sensing from Suzi was quickly lost in the sea of
emotion I as emitting, as were all the rest of my senses as everything became
nothing, and nothing became everything.

I felt great voids of emotions being filled while mountains of other emotions
weathered away.  I had no control over what was happening, and while I was in
this state I had no real conscious ability to think.

I was only aware of the expulsion of emotions I had built up within me, never
sensing Suzi's consciousness being blasted by the backwash of this feat.

But then there was another presence within the ocean of emotion.  A strong and
powerful presence, one that I felt swoop me up into a kind of emotional embrace.

The presence focused my mind and provided the means to narrow my emotions
outpour to a finely controlled beam.  Without any need to instruct me, I used
that beam like a fire hose, focusing it onto the jagged wastelands of Suzi's
being.

The more I blasted away, the more I saw how emotionally devastated she would be.
I knew this was the way to free her, but all I seemed to be doing was making
things worse.  But the presence continued to focus me on my task, driving me,
even somewhat forcing me to continue my seemingly destructive acts.

Then while accidentally aiming it at a valley instead of the crumbling
mountains, a crack of light appeared.  I began steadily working to widen the
crack, but found the mountains too great to simply burrow underneath.

The beam suddenly jerked with the added power of hope, and while I struggled to
control the incredibly strong beam, the mountain closest to the glowing crack
got sliced into three.

The larger the crack became the more my hope powered the beam, until finally the
crack was no longer a crack, but a vast gap between the disintegrating
mountains.  The presence began to pull away while I was blasting those remaining
obstructions with powerfully destructive sweeps. I found the beam starting to
widen and weaken, and just before I could blast the very last of it away, the
presence was gone and my emotions flashed out around me in a pulse without
focus, and therefore didn't do a god damn thing.

I suddenly was aware of my cock releasing a surge of semen that should have been
impossible to achieve without the aid of the drink.  All of my awareness
returned to the powerful orgasm we were both having, then collapsed on top of
her, feeling emotionally numb and physically exhausted.

The only reason I didn't allow my tired body to fall into the long sleep it
desired was the greater desire to get to Joey and free him before making the
deal of my life.

But I couldn't even move off of Suzi, let alone somehow crawl who knows how far
to get to Joey's cell.  And without the presence's help...

A pair of hands touched my back at that moment, and as I struggled to open my
eyes to see who was there, I felt the presence telling me I had done well.

The crotch and lower belly I saw was unmistakably belonged to one of the two
senior twins.  I was shocked to realize that the presence who had helped me had
not been one, but two, perfectly in sync with each other to the point they were
virtually identical.

I felt them trying to ease me into sleep, and no sooner had I started to attempt
resisting them, I found myself being washed away by wonderful warm feelings that
made me give them my trust and love instantly and completely.

My mind quickly sank into a deep sleep with the presence filling my heart and
soul with a deep feeling of loyalty and unconditional love.  In my dreams I felt
the reordering of my mind to make the preservation of their secrets and power
the up most priority.  They created subconscious programs based on emotions that
would shroud the knowledge from any telepath or mute, or at least anyone who
wasn't an empath.  Those same programs would cause my immediate insanity and
generate the desire to commit suicide if there was a chance of someone
uncovering the information I had gained.

But while I was completely at their mercy and control, the need to get to Joey
constantly plagued their tasks, and finally the beast within me came out of its
hidden cave deep inside my complex mind and flared its nostrils again.

The twins suddenly felt the emotions they were using to manipulate me being
thrown back in their face, reflected by my own empathic abilities matching their
outputs with my own.

They immediately sent my beast flying back to his cave with his tail between his
legs.  But because no one had ever been able to resist them even momentarily
like that, they finished their protection programming and did not attempt to
enslave me to their master like they had been intending to do.

I awoke even more tired than I had before falling asleep, but managed to swallow
the familiar bubble gum smelling liquid being served to me by Honey.  I
struggled to stay awake after I had finished consuming the three glasses of
drink, but then awoke to the feeling of my hardon crying out to be fucked.

I found myself outside Joey's cell alone, and managed to notice the door was
open through the haze of lust.  Feeling the call of my mistresses, I obeyed
their call simply because I was too horny not to, and found Joey out of his
strait jacket and already deeply under Joy's mind wiping fuck.

The lust to fuck Joy's slow pumping ass overwhelmed me, but before I reached the
position behind her, Honey and her two other sisters diverted me with their call
of amplified lust.

My entire being focused into the head of my dick, and I felt like it was pulling
the rest of me towards the cunt waiting between Honey's spread legs.  An
incredible surge of energy passed through my mind and body when my plug was
inserted into her socket, and I was temporarily blinded by the resulting sparks
of pleasure.

Lust and sexual desire was flooding my mind, and the pressure it exerted was
growing by leaps and bounds.  I could feel the two younger twins were doing this
to me, aiding the powerful effects of the drink.  I was fucking raping Honey's
vagina and mouth, but they continued to increase my sexual needs.

The pressure..  OH the pressure I felt.  It was like my entire body was filling
up with the spunk I was getting ready to release, the need to release becoming
all the more powerful, but for some reason I couldn't get it to flow.

But then I felt something give, and I suddenly found myself in the altered
perception of the valleys and mountains of Joey's emotional plain.  But the
mountains here were several orders of magnitude greater than Suzi's had been,
and as I felt my emotions being focused by Honey's presence, I watched Joy's
powerful beam working to blast away the very tip of a mountain seemingly several
miles up.

(I must note that I'm using physical terms for something that has no physical
representations.  The image I'm describing is simply the nearest analogy I could
come up with without going into very complex and unneeded detail.  There are no
images to describe, for everything I sensed was purely emotional, not visual.)

The difference between what I had done with Suzi and what we had to do for
Joey...  Well, if they were balls, one would be the size of a golf ball while
the other was the size of the moon.  I would have laughed from just the sheer
magnitude of what we were trying to do if I hadn't been so God damn horny.

Grief arose from the feelings of despair, and from that arose guilt, and then
anger.  The pulse from that anger caused Honey's focusing to undo, and while I
started becoming angrier and hornier, Honey found herself unable to control me
any further.

The emotions I had felt before with Suzi started flowing out again, but my anger
and lust continued to build even faster than before, and they started to
overload my ability to transmit them.

I only slightly felt the twins fear and indecision as my emotions started
running away, knowing they were missing their chance at helping Joey while
possibly losing me as well.

The fear they had felt caused a ripple in my emotions, and for just a moment I
was able to focus and push my emotions out faster.

But when that blast made a hole straight through the base of the mountain Joy
had been working on, all four girls concentrated on using their emotional
control on me to make my emotions surge in waves.  With each wave I was able to
focus it into a sort of directed pulse before screaming from its intensity
burning my mind.  Scream after scream, pulse after pulse, I destroyed the
mountains and the ground underneath.  As soon as a single growing crack sprung
up, I felt the full power of hope surging through me at last.

The twins made that hope pulse faster and faster, reducing the pain without
diminishing its power.  I was able to focus it into a obliterating beam that
evaporated everything in its wake.

The twins suddenly cut off their assistance when I had wiped the last trace of
Joey's emotional corruption, and as my dick finally released the incredibly
painful amount of semen, I screamed once more, but this time out of joy as much
as from pain.

"Pain!" I gasped the next moment.  "In PAIN herE!" I cried, feeling the insides
of my dick on fire.

I literally ran around the room in circles, trying to escape the burning pain in
my favorite digit, finally tripping on the collapsed form of Honey and bringing
my attention back to the present situation.

"Damn," I said, realizing I was the only one awake.  "I wonder why I'm not half
dead from exhaustion?"

After checking on the twins and Joey, I found my clothes from earlier and put
them on, then went to check Suzi.  She was still asleep, and after stalling
another few minutes with her, kissing her good bye and the like, I made my way
back to the auction hall.

Like a toy whose batteries were running down, I felt the exhaustion seep into me
as I walked.  I realized the drink had been given me the energy to keep going
until then, but I was quickly succumbing to the effects of giving two empathic
mind wipes.

Time.  I just needed a little more time.  I racked my sleepy brain for
something, anything to keep me functional for a little while longer, and finally
remembered something about the laboratory there and some of the drugs they had
on hand.  After spending several precious minutes getting through the tight
security which had been set up there, I managed to find what I needed, and had a
guard prepare and inject the solutions into me.

As the mixture of stimulants and the experimental drug that they would have
later used on Joey to increase his telepathic powers entered my bloodstream, I
started perking up almost immediately.  And my telepathic sense nearly doubled
in their range by the time I reached the auction hall and skipped inside.

I had come during their lunch break, and while I visually scanned the crowd for
my target, I found several of the newly acquired slaves were being tried out by
their new masters and mistresses.

When I found Patrick, I immediately surged with anger as he held Melissa's head
as she sucked him.  My probe of her mind revealed nothing left of the woman I
had just help create, but before I could process this fully, Patrick lashed out
at my audacity to probe his slave.

"Child, go back to your mother!  You are not welcome here," he said coldly.

"I'm not a child, and I'm not leaving until you all hear me out," I said calmly.

"Go away, boy...  No one wished to feel your weak stomach," a woman said while a
very pale and hairless man handed her drink to her.

"Yes. Go before you wet your pants from what I'm going to do to your old
cellmate," Patrick said as he thrusted his cock deep into her throat.

"God, you're pathetic," I said walking up to him with my eyes locked on his.
"Why don't you just try and make me leave, huh?  You think you're so great and
powerful.."

"Careful, boy.  Your Nanny isn't here to protect you," another member sneered.

"I don't need him to protect me," I said sending a simple pulse of energy out
that everyone in the room felt through their barriers.  Of course that was all I
could do through their mental barriers because no one bothers to block something
that can't do any harm.  But it did get everyone's attention.

"Eww," a woman with three small boys serving her lunch said.  "Looks like
someone needs a little lesson in manners."

"Manners?  This is from someone who not three second ago farted without caring
who hears or smelt it.  I'm here to make a deal."

"A DEAL!" another man yelled while half the crowd snickered and returned to
their meals.

"Yes, a deal," I said as I blanketed the entire room with the command to spill
whatever they were holding on the nearest master or mistress.

While the commands never made it through any of the members' mental barriers,
nearly all of them had either found their lunch in their laps or their drinks on
their faces.  It only took them moments to react, and that's when the attacks on
my mind started.

"You're all a bunch of fucking losers," I said, feeling my drug reinforced
shields holding.  "Do you really think I'm stupid enough to come in here making
trouble without making sure I could keep my mind and skin afterwards?  I'm here
to talk business.  Stop dicking around with me and we can get this over with."

"Oh, let me guess.  You want your friends released, and plan to beg the mercy of
the Cabal to let them go.  I'm sorry, but I'm very fond of this bitch, and I
don't think Enelsa or Bridgeton will want to let their two new slave go either."

"Fuck no!" Bridgeton yelled.  "This fucken pregnant bitch is a thoroughbred
slave.  Look at this!"  he said as he grabbed Penny and held her out in front of
him.  Anxious to please her master, Penny immediately prepared herself for his
cock to enter his ass, then moaned with such incredible pleasure, my dick went
hard in an instant.

"See?  I didn't even program her to do that!" Bridgeton yelled with glee as he
fucked her willing ass.

"What about David?" I asked, not seeing him anywhere.

"Enelsa, where's your muscle bound toy?" Patrick said with a devious smile.

"I sent him out to have his nipples and ears pierced, of course," the butch
looking woman who had interrogated me earlier said.  "I wouldn't dream of giving
him up without hearing him scream in my deep dark dungeon," she said with an
evil smile.

Just then, my father and the Inquisitor walked in, and I internally groaned when
they apparently were there to see me.

"Tim, what the hell do you think you are doing?" my father asked.

"I'm here to make a deal.  Isn't that what you did?  Make a deal with all these
devils to try and save me?  Except I'm going to give them something they want
even more than a few pathetic slaves to add to their collections."

Patrick snorted, then said, "Like you have anything anyone of us would want."

I turned back to him and said, "I have another entry for your little auction.
The price to even bid will be the restoring and release of any of the other
slaves from this auction, and to agree to make no attempt to reenslave them
afterwards.

"Then when everyone has reached the maximum amount of credits they have in the
bidding, you will have to start pulling your credits together.  That means you
will have to be pulling each others strings, either trusting or tricking each
other until someone finally has the most credits and wins the prize."

"And what is this prize worth that much trouble," Patrick said annoyed.

"Me."

"YOU!" he said with a laugh while the room broke out into heavy discussion. "WHY
would ANYONE want to go through all that trouble?"

"Because I can do something nobody else here can," I said as I opened an
empathic connection upon him and started lowering him into a force hypnotic
state without uttering a word.

The Inquisitor's hand grasped my shoulder and said firmly, "Stop what you are
doing to him, or I'll have to do it myself."

"Do what you have to do, but you know I'm not going to hurt him," I said with
some effort.

"Tim..." my father said with a warning edge to his voice.

I ignored the fact that the Inquisitor's hand had not left my shoulder as I
continued to lower Patrick into the deepest trance I was capable of forcing an
unwilling person into.  Once I had him there, I immediately reversed the process
and woke him up without having suggested a thing.

"Patrick, are you okay?" the Inquisitor said when Patrick snapped to.

"I'm not sure," he replied a bit groggily.  "What did you do to me?"

"I hypnotized you," I said daring him to look in my eyes again.  "I could have
planted post hypnotic suggestions and made you do things without thinking about
it.  But obviously I didn't."

The mumble of the crowd started to get louder, and I could feel people were
starting to take my bait.

"Tim, this has gone far enough.  You're not going to sell yourself into slavery,
and that's that," my father said loudly.

"Where's mom?" I asked, suddenly realizing I would have done this without even
explaining anything to her.

"She and Gladius are trying to wake Michael," he replied.  "Now tell them you're
not serious and come with me quietly or I'll.."

When he left the sentence hanging like that, I had to look over at him and see
his astonished face.

"What's the matter?" I asked.

"Nothing..  Or..  My father and I had a similar conversation before he left the
mansion for the last time.  I didn't go with him, and I never saw him again.
Tim, please... for Sam's and my sake, just let it go and come back to the room
with me?"

"I'm sorry, dad.  I really am.  But I can't just let these people.." I said,
stopping when I suddenly felt a stabbing pain in my head.

I closed my eyes and relaxed, and found it fading as quickly as it had come.

I quickly turned towards Patrick and said, "Well?  Do we have a deal?"

"No!," my dad yelled.  "Patrick, you can't take him serious like this!  He's not
well, and he's only a.."

"I AM NOT A CHILD!" I exploded, then had to clutch my head from the resulting
rush of pain going through my head.

But again pain quickly subsided.  I looked up at Patrick, who hadn't moved or
spoken a word, just sat there deep in thought.

Finally, as a servant brought another prepared meal to replace the one that had
been dumped, Patrick said, "Does any bidding member object to proposal by Mr.
Timothy Brandton?"

There were a few questions, and several people had no intention of losing the
slaves they had.  My head kept having momentary flashes of pain, but while my
father yelled and screamed at me, I restated it had to be all of them, and if
necessary the others should concentrate on convincing them.

Talk about an uproar.  Several of the Cabal members started out right yelling at
each other, and while I struggled against my father's attempt to physically
remove me from the hall, Gladius entered and demanded what was going on.

"This is none of your concern, Gladius," Patrick bellowed over the noise.
"ORDER!  I CALL ORDER, GOD DAMN IT!  ANYONE WHO DOESN'T SHUT THE FUCK UP WILL BE
REMOVED FROM THE HALL!"

After repeating the order three times, the room finally quieted down.

"Again.  Is there any bidding member who objects?"

"Objects to what?," Gladius asked my father.

"Tim is trying to trade himself for..  for the damn slaves they have been
auctioning.  And if we don't get him the hell out of here, I think he just might
convince them to do it!" he said trying to drag me out.

If I hadn't have been struggling with the pain in my head, I wouldn't have let
him pull me nearly to the doors.  But then it didn't matter, for it appeared the
members had nearly come to an agreement and before my dad could get me out, the
doors were shut and locked.

"One last time.." Patrick said to the others.  "Now is there any bidding member
who objects?"

"Patrick, I forbid this trade to take place," Gladius said with a firm and
powerful voice.

"You forbid?" Patrick said as he laughed and nearly choked on his drink.  "You
have no position within the Cabal.  Go back to your little girls and let us
conduct our business."

Gladius turned towards the rest of them, and as his two senior twins appeared
from almost nowhere to stand on each side of him, he said, "I forbid any and all
of you to allow this trade to proceed any further.  If you allow this Voice to
be enslaved and sold, you would be lighting the fuse of a bomb that will explode
in all of your faces."

Several people started to argue against his claim of doom, so he responded
with,"  I remind you that he is the reason we are all here.  If his parents have
gone through this much trouble to get him back, what do you think would happen
if he is enslaved by another Cabal member?  You would have to enslave them as
well.  Does anyone need for me to remind them of the consequences of enslaving
another member like that?"

The silence afterwards he took as a no, so he grunted and nodded his head once
before turning and walked out of the room without saying another word.

Apart from the noise of servants clearing their master's plates and glasses, the
hall remained rather quiet.  Or at least until the pain in my head surged beyond
just being a distraction and I nearly made everyone jump when I screeched out in
pain.

I swore it felt like someone had stabbed me in the head, and as the knife
twisted a little more, the little bit of self control I had against screaming
was lost in the rush of pain.

My dad and others were all trying to ask me what was wrong, and as the virtual
blade paused in its twisting, I managed to gasp out, "Side effects of the drug I
tooOOK!" then let out another screech of pain.

I managed to pass on to my dad I had a small syringe in my pocket with an
antidote to the drug's side effects.  He immediately dug it out, finding it
safely protected inside a metal box I had found and stuck it in.

It took several minutes for the drug to ease my pain, and while my telepathic
sense started to double again, my father realized I had tricked him.  While it
had stopped the pain for the moment, it wouldn't last as long as the first dose,
and I would probably be in a lot more pain when it did wear off.  But I couldn't
think of anything else I could do, and this gave me another chance to think of
something to stop the auction and get everyone back.

My mom came in and started bawling me out, and dad started up where he left off
and helped her any way he could.  They literally wouldn't give me any peace of
mind to think of anything but defending my actions, and all too soon I felt the
first flicker of pain through my head.

And then I noticed the next slave to be was brought in, and I cried out no when
I saw it was just a little girl, one of Steven's cousins who had not done a
thing to anyone.

My mother slapped me hard when I tried to get up and interfere, and I was so
stunned by that I couldn't even react before my head throbbed with a bigger
surge of pain.  And by the time I recovered, the bidding on the little girl had
finished and she stood there calling for her mother, not knowing she was about
to forget everything she ever knew.

I held my breath, expecting her sobbing to stop at any moment, but after a
minute or two had gone by, her sobs had stopped, and the crowd starting making
jokes.

Then suddenly the joking stopped and I felt panic quickly rise in its place. And
finally there was shouts, and my mom and dad stood up to try and determine what
was going on.

I heard strange shuffling noises as the excited and panicked voices started to
quiet down.  When I heard my mom gasp, I opened my eyes in time to see my mom
and dad fall to their knees and started to blubber like babies.

Panic filled my mind, followed by the first stabbing of the invisible knife. But
when I had a moment of relief from the pain, I opened my eyes long enough to see
Melissa comforting the little girl, then her eyes met mine as I started to
scream again.

The pain didn't let up until long after I was too weak to even groan.  Hell, it
was a chore just to keep breathing.  The damn stimulants I had taken prevented
me from escaping into the blissful numbness of unconsciousness.  But when the
pain finally began to ease up, the stimulants had finally worked themselves out,
and so I gratefully passed out before the pain could change its mind or for
someone to take that chance and send me to loony land like everyone else had
been all around me.

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

Tim, the Teenage MC
By Rass Senip - Proofread by Evil Eye
Chapter XII:  10th Grade, Summer 1987 
Part 7 - Deceit is a Traitor's Motto.
(mc, mf, drug)

I slept a really long time, something like three and a half days went by before
I opened my eyes just to see the familiar white glowing ceiling.

This wasn't really a shock to me.  After waking up so many times inside one of
those cells, it almost was comforting to know something hadn't changed in the
world.

I heard someone move to the right of me, then was surprised to find Penny
walking up to me, still nude, but obviously was herself and not the slave she
had been.

"Are you all right?" we asked each other, both of us giggled and then groaned
from discomfort, mine being my head and hers being her back.

"You know, I'm getting tired of asking this, but... Why aren't I dead?" I asked
half heatedly.

"How would I know.  One minute I had just been sold to this really ugly man,
then the next I woke up here with you sound asleep.  I was beginning to wonder
if you would ever wake up...  Uhm, Tim..  You didn't like buy me or anything,
did you?"

"Not that I know of.  I would have if I could, but...  Shit, why are we in
here?" I said, braving the pain and sitting up.

Penny sat down next to me on the metal bed with a sigh, then said, "I was just
going to ask you the same question."

I could feel her guilt and troubled thoughts, and I wrapped my left arm around
her naked back.  She stiffened a moment from my touch, feeling her guilt getting
worse.

"Penny, stop blaming yourself," I said softly between the slow painful throbs in
my head.  "You were right, you know.  I guess I did abandon you.  I didn't mean
to.. I guess I just kind of...  Fuck. This is all my fault."

"No it isn't!" Penny said with tears in her eyes.  "I was the one who.. I turned
David and...  Michael would be..." she blubbered before starting to out right
cry.

"Shit," I said, finding myself having to console another weeping female I felt
close to.  "Penny, you weren't yourself, and you know it.  You're not
responsible for the things you did."

"That's easy for you to say.." she sobbed.  "Michael's dead, I'm pregnant with
his brother's baby, and I'll probably never get to see David again and.. And I'm
probably going to live my life as a slave, and.."

"Hey!" I said, smiling at her. "I got good news for you, girl.  Michael's alive,
and since I just found David's mind in the next cell, I don't see any reason why
we can't just get up and walk right over there."

"Really?" Penny said.  "You mean, your telepathy still works?"

"Yep.  And maybe you didn't hear me the first time.  _Michael_  _is_  _alive_."

Penny just sat there staring at me as her mind spinned.  "But you said.."

"I know, and I was wrong.  Come on," I said as the wall opened up.  "Let's go
get your hubby, and then we can go see what the hell is going on."

But the moment I stood up, my head started to pound again.

"SHIT!" I said leaning up against the opened wall.  "This is worse than a hang
over," I moaned.

"Maybe you should stay here while I go let David out.  Then he can carry you or
something," she said concerned.

"Yeah, okay," I said sliding down the wall into a sitting position.  "He's in
the cell next to ours in that direction," I said pointing to the wall on my
left.

Penny cautiously peeked outside the room, them quietly tiptoed to the door
opening mechanism for the cell David was in.  As soon as she went in, I relaxed
and stopped monitoring her mind, then waited to hear her come back out.

"Tim, something's wrong with.. What?" she said to my startled expression a few
minutes later.

"Sorry.  I didn't hear you come back, that's all.  What's wrong?"

"David isn't... normal.  He just sits there with his eyes moving around," she
said, barely containing her emotions.  "And...  Joey's and your mom and dad are
in there doing the same thing.  I've seen this before.  They've lost their
minds.."

"No they haven't," I said with a sigh.  "Or at least not permanently.  I think I
know what's going on.  You're going to have to help me get to the twins without
David's help."

"The twins?" she stammered.  "Why them?"

"Because they are the only ones who are immune to this telepathic madness, and
you'll be safer with them than with me.  I hope."

"But if its just a telepathic thing, why can't you just undo it?"

"Because it's not as easy as that.  I just can't blink my eyes and have
everything go back to normal.  Melissa showed me how she did it, but it was
really complicated. She used... weird commands I've never come across before.
She did it so fast I couldn't even...  Penny, did you see the guy who I had made
open the door while you were out there?"

"What?  No.  Why?"

"Because I had ordered for him to wait.  Shit.  We better get moving.  I don't
like how this feels."

I got up to my feet slowly, and made it out the open wall before having to stop
again and hold my head.

"Tim?" Penny whispered.  "I...  I'm not supposed to lift anything heavy or do
any hard work until after..  I mean, I don't want to lose my baby...  I don't
know what I'll be able to do if you get so bad you can't walk."

"Oh..  I didn't think about that.  How are you doing anyway?  You weren't
exactly resting while you were Penny the slave-girl you know."

"My back hurts, and so does my...  rear end.  What are you doing?" she asked
when I closed my eyes in concentration.

"I'm feeling around your body and...  heh.  Found him.  Or her.  Whoa.."

"What?"

"Hang on a second..." I said, making sure I wasn't somehow getting my wires
crossed.  After using a different method to scan the contents of her womb, I
said, "Well mommy, looks like you have two loaves in the oven, not just one."

"Twins?" she said louder than she would have liked.  Then in a hushed voice,
"Are you sure?  The doctor never detected three sets of heart beats."

"Well, I'm detecting three separate minds, nervous systems, and...  Yep.  I've
got a lock on both of their hearts.  You wanna feel?"

"Please?" she said very faintly.

I opened a two way up, then led her mind into her own body and focused on the
two young heartbeats which were distinctly separate.  After giving her a little
tour of the two life forms living inside her, I gently brought her back out and
disconnected the link.

"Thank you," she said with a sniff and watery eyes.  "That was the most...
wonderful thing I've ever experienced," she said before giving me a kiss on the
cheek.

"My pleasure," I said, feeling the bond between us grow stronger than it had
ever been before.  "Penny, no matter what happens,Your babies have to come
first, okay?  If you have to leave me behind, do it.  I'll be all right.  As far
as I know, I'm not in any danger from these people, you know?  I just want to
make sure you're safe, and see if the twins know anything before I go and see
Melissa."

"Okay..  But..  Tim?  I'm sorry for everything my brother and I have done to
you.  I know you say I wasn't responsible, but...  I was so angry with you for
leaving me with my father that I can't help but feel I did some of those things
just to get revenge.  I know I did."

"Maybe you did a little, but you would have never brainwashed David and Michael
or anyone else to forget who they were, and I know you would have never gone as
far as to let me get killed.  Look, I forgive you for anything you may have
done, and ask you to forgive me for leaving you like that.  I wasn't really
thinking straight when I.."

We both froze when we heard someone moving about near us.  I got ready to use my
empathic or telepathic abilities on whoever it was when Penny relaxed and said,
"It's just Tom.  I forgot to close the door and he's wandered out."

While Penny managed to coax Tom back into his cell, I used my empathic senses to
try and feel out anyone else in the local area.  Every cell around me was filled
with people all in the same state as David and Joey's and my parents were in,
and when I risked scanning them telepathically, I realized that most of them
hadn't eaten in a few days.

Penny brought back a little surprise for me, and as I sat down in the
wheelchair, she gave me another kiss on the cheek and said, "I forgive you too."

"Thanks," I said looking up at her face, finding myself wanting to kiss her very
much.

But Penny didn't take the hint, then after giving me a little smile, she looked
around,  wrapping her arms around her to keep warm and said, "Where to?"

"Good question.." I said.  "I don't know where they are for sure, but I left
them in cell A4 row 3 with Joey.  Man.. I hope he and Suzi are okay."

As we made our way towards the front of the warehouse, I felt Penny getting more
and more upset with herself about the things that had happened to Suzi and Joey.

Finally I said, "Penny, I'm trying to feel out anyone who we might want to avoid
running into, but right now all I can feel is your grief and worry.  The twins
helped me undo what you guys did to Joey and Suzi, so stop making yourself feel
bad.  It's not only making you miserable.  I feel everything you're feeling, and
so far I haven't been able to figure out how to switch that off."

"I'm sorry," she said with emotion.  "I don't think I can stop from.."

Her tears started to fall again, and I knew this was not the time or the place
for her to get the rest of her grief out.

"Penny, get a hold of yourself.  We can't go through that again right now. Here,
look at me a minute."

I formed the empathic connection and stabilized her emotions without really
thinking about what I was doing.  I was pressed for time, so I simply did what I
had to do. Later when I realized the speed at which I had restored her spirits,
I found I couldn't do it again with the same efficiency.

Anyway, when I closed the empathic connection, her lips found mine, Penny having
felt my desire to kiss her grow in the link.  We kept it short, and to tell you
the truth, it wasn't as good as I had expected.  Her kiss had been friendly and
sincere, but yet at the same time had felt distant, for her strong feelings for
David prevented her from returning the rediscovered affection I had for her.

When we finally got close enough to the cell for me to scan it, we quickly
opened the door and went in, finding Joey, Suzi, and Michael all asleep.

"Well, at least they're not going hungry like the others," I said after checking
them out.  "They all three have food in their stomachs, but no memory of how it
got there.  Someone must remote control their bodies and have them eat and go to
the bathroom."

"He looks so thin," Penny said sitting next to Michael holding his limp hand.
"Why are they all asleep?"

"I don't know.  But I'm pretty sure the twins will know how to wake them up.  It
must have something to do with what we did to undo their brainwashing..  Huh."

"What?"

"Well, if I'm right about that, that means Michael must have had the same thing
done to him.  I wonder who did it.  Oh well.  We'll think about that later when
we have time.  Let's head over to Gladius's quarters.  I have a feeling that's
where all the twins will be."

Sure enough, long before we reached the doorway to the building where Gladius
had been assigned quarters, I felt their emotional touches letting me know they
had sensed me and were relieved I was on my way to them.  Joy, Honey, and four
other twins all met us as we entered the building, then my twins took over the
pushing of my wheelchair while Penny gratefully accepted a robe.

"I don't know how you can stand being nude all the time," Penny said, holding
the robe closed trying to get warm.

"Shit.  After shivering myself to sleep every night from those cold showers you
guys gave us, this is nothing.  Besides, if you went around naked as much as I
do, your body would adapt and start making more heat.  Sometimes I take my
clothes off just to stop sweating."

We paused at the door to the room where the others were, hearing sounds of
furniture being moved away from the other side before the lock clicked and the
door opened.

I was surprised to find not only seven more sets of twins and Gladius inside,
but the Inquisitor and two other members as well.

And the first words spoken to us was not "hello", or "thank god you're okay",
but "Did you bring any food?"

"Food?  Uhm, no," I said.  "How long have all of you been in here?"

"Three days," the Inquisitor replied.

I was startled to find his eyes bloodshot and his face looking very haggard and
tired.  It went beyond just not having sleep for a couple of days.  He looked
like he was on the verge of collapse.

"You don't look too good," I said, then noticed the other telepaths looked as
bad or worse.  "Haven't you had anything to eat?"

"It's not just that, boy," Gladius said in a cracked voice.  "We're under
constant attack by those lunatics."

"Wait a minute.." Garrison, the member who had spoken first, said.  "Why aren't
you either like the others or like us?  He's IN WITH THEM!" he said getting up
and leaping at me.

Before I could even try and get out of my wheelchair, the air sizzled with a
burst of emotion as Garrison stopped mid-flight and collapsed on the floor.

"Shit," I said, realizing Joy and Honey had done that.

"Fool," Gladius said.  "The girls would have known if you were under the other's
influence or control.  Boy.  What did you see out there?  How many guards?"

"Guards?  None that we saw," I said, looking around at the hungry group.  "Look,
I'm going to go see Melissa about what's happening.  I was hoping to leave Penny
here with you, but from what I see you can't protect her any better than I
could."

"Do you trust this Melissa?" the Inquisitor asked.

"Yeah..  I trust her, but I'm not sure about the others.  I've met some of
them.. sorta, and only a few of them seem halfway sane.  I don't think they
would do anything to me because of her, and Penny isn't any threat to them.  I'd
like to take Joy and Honey along too.  If anything else I can send them back
with some food."

"I don't like this," Gladius said, staring at Honey and Joy.  "Why would they
let you come to us first.  It's almost as if..."

"TIM!" Penny gasped before her expression went blank.

"HEY! What you doing!" I said, finding Gladius's mind busily probing and
inserting commands into Penny's mind.

"Hush, boy.  I'm not harming her...   In fact...  Just as I thought.  They hid
her memory of being interrogated by the lunatics, and they placed her with you
to act as a spy to find out what our situation is."

Gladius broke his mental hold on her mind, then urgently looked at me and said,
"Go to your friend, boy.  We don't have much time left.  They're going to use
gas on us from what they will find out from her.  You must some how convince her
the girls are not a threat.  Don't worry about us.  Just don't let them hurt the
girls."

"Hey!" the other member protested.  "What's the big idea putting the safety of
these slaves above..." then promptly passed out.

"Kelly never could grasp the idea of shielding his body from attack," the
Inquisitor said, leaning back wearily.  "Tim, I think Gladius may be right. They
will never trust us, but they might allow the girls go, and we can't last much
longer without food and rest."

"What about Penny?" I asked, looking at her blank face.

"She'll snap out of it when you take her out of here," Gladius said.  "I didn't
want them using her to listen in on our conversation."

"Okay," I sighed.  "I'd still like Joy and Honey to come along.  If anything
else, they could ride shotgun and knock out anyone who might give us trouble."

As soon as we were safely out into the warehouse, Penny snapped back to reality
without even realizing anything had happened to her.  Apart from the occupants
of the cells and the steady hum of machinery, the entire warehouse seemed quiet
and empty.  Too quiet.

"Penny, is there a monitoring room where we could check all the rooms out
through security cameras?" I asked after a few minutes of walking.

"Several.  The nearest one is...  this way, I think," she said leading to our
right.

When we got there, the room was empty and dark.  Penny started working the
controls, not entirely confident on how everything worked, but had operated the
cameras in the cells enough to figure out how to get other places in the
facility.

"Shit," I said, seeing room after empty room.  "This place is huge.  What did
they need so much space for."

"They do some legitimate research here.  Mostly stuff that they can use in their
conditioning program, but not everything.  They had grants from the government
and some private companies who didn't care about the facility, just results.  It
was more than enough to...  Hey.. Look at this."

"Fuck.  What are they doing?" I said, staring at the picture of a dozen or so
people all wiggling and dancing around in random directions, somehow all
managing to stay within a circle while never bumping into each other.

"They're in the gym," Penny said, transferring from the main monitor to one of
the six smaller ones.  "Here's some more," she said.

"That must be Brainstormer," I commented.  "I think he's harmless.  See?  All
he's doing is making them laugh at his jokes and stuff.  Lets go to the next
one."

It took a few minutes to find another room with anyone in it, but when we did,
it was obvious a few of the crazies weren't as harmless as Brainstormer.

"Oh my God," Penny said, realizing what the dark puddle was next to the three
people laying on the ground.  "Are they..."

"I don't know.  I think that one is still breathing.  Look!  Something is going
on in the room at the other end.  Can you switch to that camera?"

"I think so..."  she said, switching switches madly.

"Yeah, this is it.  Okay.  What are they doing?  What is all that stuff?"

"It's one of the research labs..  Look at what they are doing to that man...
It's almost like they're getting ready too... operate."

"Holy Shit! That one there has three tits!  Oh! I get it.  I think they are just
getting their revenge.  Shit.  They must have cut the breasts right off those
others...  Change the channel, Penny.  This is too gross."

The next picture with someone in it showed a room full of men of all ages, all
passed out except for one fucking a woman madly.

"Wow.  Look at all those guys.  You think she fucked them all?" Penny said.

"Looks like it.  Man, if they all went at it that hard...  Whoa.  Look at this
guy who just came in.  He looks like he thinks he a frog or something."

"What's he saying?  And why is he just crouched next to her with his back to
her?"

"Holy shit.  That's Ghnet.  Man look how big his dick is getting.  Hey.. I bet
you any money he's gonna say Ghnet Ph before he fucks her."

"I think I recognize one of the men on the floor as one of my uncles," Penny
said before changing cameras.

"There she is.  That's Melissa.  What the fuck?  Do you know where this is?"

"Yes.  Is she doing what I think she's doing?"

"Yeah.  She has a thing for pissing on people while she fucks.  I just never
thought she'd make them drink it though.  Damn.  Come on.  Show me the way."

After listening to the twins stomachs growling as they pushed the wheelchair for
another ten minutes, we stopped and opened the nearest cell for them to get
something to eat.  The people inside, still out of their minds, had managed to
work out how to get food.  Apparently the reason no one had made the prisoners
eat was because they would eventually work it out for themselves when they got
hungry enough.

We were all rather tired once the twins had gotten their fill, but I convinced
the girls we had to go on.  It only took another ten or so minutes before
reaching the passageway to where Melissa had taken residence.

"Hey.  Can we come in?" I said when I entered Melissa's parlor.

"Of course!" she replied smiling and getting up off a couch.  "You like my new
room?"

"Er, yeah.  Carpet sure beats a metal grill floor," I said, trying to ignore the
sick look on Patrick's face and the strange looking man picking his nose while
poking his other index finger in a mindless, woman's cunt.

After a wicked kiss and fondle, we let each other go and she led me by the hand
back to the couch.

"So, who's your friend?" I said, noticing the man staring at me.

"Oh, sorry," she said.  "Psst, this is Tim.   Tim, this the Psst."

"Psst.  You wanna fuck?" he said.

I looked at Melissa, not knowing how to answer him without insulting him, but
definitely didn't want him to do what he did to me last time.  But Melissa just
gave me this smiling questioning look that basically said "well, do you?"

Then I got an idea.

"Well, I think Honey and Joy would rather just give you a blow," I said, smiling
as they took my hint.

"Psst...  Whoa...  Psssst...  Me gonna go whoohoo!" he said as the twins started
doing their thing.

"Melissa, what happened?  I take it you managed to bring Elsie back before
Patrick took you over, but how did you overcome Patrick and the rest of them? No
body could have with stood that many of them."

"Why not?  You did.  I saw you trying to save us.  Oh, it makes me so horny
thinking about you trying to trade yourself for me.  Can we fuck now?"

"Shit, Melissa.  You just got finished fucking what's his name.  And, okay, so I
was able to hold my own against them for a few minutes.  But their lives weren't
depending on it, and I had taken a drug that.. well, lets just say I'll never
try it again.  So how did you do it?"

"Psssssst.  Drug em, fuck em, slave em.  Pssssssst..  nnnnnnnnnnerrrth."

"You almost ruined it too," Melissa said sternly.  "You caught me off guard when
you made everyone spill the food.  Elsie spilt it all over him before I could
stop her.  And Psst had to run to get more of those no-peek-a booing drugs for
the food. He hates running.  Bad-boy, come over here.."

Patrick came over with an expression of a happy dog, despite the awful color he
had.

"Bad-boy, Tim's going to fuck you, aren't you Tim."

"Huh?  No way!  I don't want to fuck him.  What's got into you anyway?"

"What do you mean, what's got into me?  He made me his little fuck slave.  I
took him over and made him mine.  Fair is fair."

"And what about the others?  Like my mom and dad.  Or the other slaves what were
being sold.  And you can't keep the Cabal members for you toys.  You can't keep
anybody."

"We can and we will.  Don't tell me what I can and can't do.  Now are you going
to fuck me, or is Bad-boy going to have to do it again?"  she said crossly.

"Melissa, listen to me.  There are more Cabal members than just the ones who are
here.  These are just the wanna bes.  The real powerful ones won't like having
their associates turned into walking toilets like Patrick, and from what I
heard, they wouldn't think twice at just having everyone here killed.  You're
gonna have to make a deal with them, then let them go."

"We've already made a deal with the Cabal," she said smiling.  "Nobody's going
anywhere.  That includes you, Timmy."

"Me?  What are you saying?  I'm your prisoner?"

"No, silly.  You're gonna be my husband.  Oh look!  Elsie's here!  Come and meet
her!" she said, excitedly.

I sat there in shock for nearly twenty seconds before I realized she was talking
about the real Elsie, not her fake cover personality.  But the incredibly sexy
black woman who did look a lot like Melissa didn't really care about who I was,
or who Melissa was either for that matter.  All she cared about was getting to
the pussy of her sister whom she didn't recognize in the least.

"Elsie, come and meet Tim.  I've been telling her all about you, Tim.  She gets
so excited...  Elsie, stop that.  You're getting me all wet and tingly."

Melissa's eyes started glazing over as she struggled less and less under her
sister's frantic attempts to eat her cunt out.  Finally, she gave in and just
sank down to the carpet and quickly assumed a sixty nine.  God, that was hot.
Two sexy black women grinding their crotches into each other's faces, raising
their asses...  Well, it didn't take that long for me to get into the mood.

"Tim, what are you going to do?" Penny said as I crawled over to the pair of
chocolate fun.

"Pssst...  Fuck....  Psssssttt.."

"Yeah, what he said," I said as Elsie's ass willingly moved up in the air.

Something happened right when I parted her ass cheeks and glanced at her rose.
Someone punched right through my mental barrier and suddenly I found myself
licking her ass like it was made out of chocolate, desiring nothing else than to
suck and lick her ass until the shit came out of it.

Luckily Melissa didn't allow me to go that far, and moments after I had started,
I snapped out of it and started spitting the taste out of my mouth.

"Who the fuck did that!" I finally said as a vaguely familiar man handed me a
glass of water.

"Sorry.  Elsie hasn't quite gotten a handle on her peek-a-boo powers yet.  She's
only had them for a day.."

"What?  How?"  I said between mouth washes.

"She's had them all the time, but never knew it.  This morning I had to stop
daddy from swallowing her poop.  He and Theo can't peek-a-boo.  I guess mommy
was right about that."

"Your mom?  Was right about what?"

"About how Theo couldn't peek-a-boo.  We used to play peek-a-boo all the time,
mommy and me, and sometimes Elsie too.  But Elsie never peek-a-booed back.  Even
after mommy tried to show her how, she didn't.  And now I'm the only one who
remembers her.."

Melissa stopped there and wiped her eyes before pulling Elsie off her right
breast and got up.  After a few moments of silence, I felt her shrug off her
grief and she concentrated on calling for the rest of her family to join us.

"Psstt  urrr....  Pssstttt" Psst said from somewhere within his deep trance like
state, bringing a little smile to Melissa's face while she watched the twins a
few moments.

"Melissa, what did you mean you already made a deal with the Cabal?" I said as
Elsie started using her mouth on my cock.

"Perhaps I could answer your question better, Master Timothy," Gordie said as he
entered the room.  "She made the deal with me."

"You?  But you're not a Cabal member, you're a Cabal servant."

"I am both, Master Timothy.  I have delegated on the behalf of the Cabal many
times when no one else wished to be bothered with doing it themselves.  I have
as much right to make a deal for the Cabal as any other member has."

"Oh..  Well then please stop calling me Master Timothy.  I only put up with it
because I thought you didn't have a choice."

"Oh, I'm gratified," he said sounding sincerely.

But I had felt his hidden anger and knew he had meant that sarcastically.  I
then realized Gordie was not what he appeared to be.

Before I could query him about his so called deal, Melissa's father, brother,
and Elsie's three children arrived, her father carrying the youngest who was
only an infant.

The two men's dicks rose at the same time while Melissa dragged me up to my feet
to meet them.  Before I knew what was happening, I found myself holding the baby
as Theo pounded into Elsie's ass while Melissa got fucked by her father.

I gratefully accepted Penny's offer to let her hold the cute little girl as she
screamed her head off.  I was pretty surprised at how quickly Penny quieted her
down, and suddenly realized how much Penny had matured in the year since I had
met her.  She almost was like another person, nothing like the vindictive angry
and deeply hurt girl I had first met the summer before.

But then I realized I was just finally seeing the part of her personality I had
sensed last year that had first made me find her appealing.  Like her gentleness
towards someone she cared about, or the deep feelings to protect innocent people
from what she had gone through herself.  The later had been one of the first
things Steven had unconsciously blocked.

The five year old boy and three year old girl ignored the scene and was busy
pigging out on the basket of fruit on a table.  They both were nude, and since
they had never worn clothes before, they weren't the least bit concerned about
the nudity of the others.  In fact, the little boy suddenly got a hardon, and he
openly played with it in front of his little sister who ignored it as well.

I suddenly realized that Gordie had left, apparently taking the twins with him
while I had been taking all this in.  Since the fucking continued without any
signs of stopping soon, I decided to go look for them.

But all the doors were locked, and after having several people outside attempt
to unlock them, I gave up and sat down by Penny.

It wasn't until the boy dropped his apple that I notice there was now three
children sitting on the floor munching.  I had no idea when she had arrived, but
the little white girl I instantly recognized as Penny's little cousin from the
slave auction.  She sat there cheerfully talking to the other two who didn't
understand a third of what she said.  The eight year old seemed completely at
ease sitting there naked with the moans and grunts going on nearby.  And when
Melissa finally had quenched her lust, I was started to hear the little girl
call Melissa "Mommy" as she ran over to her.

"You made her think you're her mother?" I asked without thinking.  "Why?"

"Because I wanted to," Melissa said, clutching the child against her.  "Her
mother won't miss her, and I can't have my own baby.  She's happy with me
anyway."

"But...  Never mind that for now.  Why are we locked in?"

"Gordie thought it best if you couldn't get out while he takes care of the last
four bad men.  Why did you go see them before me?  Gordie said you would, but I
didn't believe him."

"Shit.  Melissa, they're not 'bad men', or at least the Inquisitor isn't.  And
Gladius doesn't seem to care about anything but his girls.  The Inquisitor saved
my life, and he's my friend.  Can't you see that Gordie is using you?  He was
lying about making the deal with the Cabal, and I doubt the doors are locked
just to keep me in.  I can't even walk across the room without getting dizzy."

"I don't believe you," Melissa said in a troubled tone.  "He promised to make
sure no one would ever make us their prisoners or slaves again.  And he's helped
us so much since we took over.  And he was a slave himself.  Why shouldn't I
trust him?"

"Because you heard him yourself.  He's a Cabal member.  Shit, Melissa.  Can't
you see?  You're already a prisoner.  His."

"No I'm not!" she said with a lot of emotion.  "I could take his mind over
easier than I could yours.  Now shut up and fuck me before I make you!" she said
laying herself down in front of me.

"I'm not really up to... Urk!" I gasped as she made good on her words.

I felt my mind get filled with the lust of ten men, and proceeded to fuck her as
hard and as long as I physically was capable of.  Even while my head was
pounding and feeling like it was ready to split wide open, the only thing I
could think about was making my dick go faster inside her cunt.

After I had passed out from the overexertion and pain, Melissa modified my lust
and blocked my concerns for anything but her, then woke me up.  I happily moved
my lips to suck on her tits, enjoying the sounds she made as she licked Elsie's
cum filled cunt out.

Melissa kept me in a state of perpetual horniness, which is what she seemed to
be in as well.  I vaguely remember the baby crying once in a while, Penny
calling my name or begging me about something, and one time she even attempted
to pull me off of Melissa while we slept.  But I wanted nothing else but to feel
my cock inside Melissa's cunt, and without a moment's hesitation made Penny
unable to touch me without causing herself pain.

Melissa and I ate our food off each other's chests and groins, sometimes even
chewing it for each other before swapping mouthfuls, and otherwise spent our
time having oral sex whenever we were too tired to fuck.  And when Melissa peed
on me the next morning, we nearly killed each other from fucking so hard and
long.

I distinctly remember the room being filled with gas, having the thought that I
wouldn't be able to cum inside her for the seventh time that afternoon.

I awoke strapped down and blindfolded, and just as I began to panic, I felt a
needle prick my arm.   Instead of crying out or gasping from the shock, I moaned
from the sensation of having my entire body filled with pleasure, and then my
senses became acutely aware of every sound someone was making.

The sight of the world around me was suddenly revealed to my eyes, and for a
moment I searched the beautiful room for something more gorgeous than the
wonderful overhead light or the incredible ceiling.

The moment I heard Gordie's God-like voice ask me if I could hear him, my heart
leapt with joy and I instantly found his face to be the most beautiful and
fulfilling object of my life.  His smile made me shiver with pleasure, and as
his voice said I would love him and desire nothing more than to please him, I
suddenly knew this was true and opened an empathic connection to share my love
for him.

His face twisted with the intensity of the emotion I shared with him, and for
several moments he seemed to be fighting against it.  But then his face relaxed
and he told me he loved me too.   After releasing the straps and setting me
free, he gathering me up in his arms to hold and embrace.

Over and over he told me he loved me, and I just accepted his word, not needing
to do anything else to please him that to just let him hold me.  He held me in
his arms for what seemed like hours, never once making any sort of sexual
advance or even giving me a kiss, just sometimes breaking down in tears of joy
which I shared.

By the time he finally let me go, the drug had stopped working a long while ago.
I simply sat there looking at the man whom I loved and wanted to please with all
my heart as he told me he had to give me another dose of the drug.

I had no thoughts of escaping or resisting him while Gordie prepared the
injection, and I even held out my arm for him before he had asked for it.

My loving gaze into his face never wavered as the drug began to increase the
pure splendor of his beauty and divinity to me.  This time, however, the effects
of the drug through the empathic link caused Gordie to gasp, and then he begin
to swear his loyalty and love to me.  With every word he spoke, his desire to
demonstrate his love increased, and after he had reached the point where he had
enslaved himself to my happiness, he began countering the two suggestions he had
given me earlier.

The need to please him disappeared with his simple suggestion, and as his later
words destroyed the love I had for him, the empathic connection began to wither
and finally ceased to exist.  The emptiness and grief Gordie felt from the
breaking of the link caused him to go into shock and fall to the ground,
paralyzed from deep despair.

I have no idea how long I sat there watching the room lose it's beauty and glow
before I came to my senses.  And then I sat there a while longer, astonished at
what had happened, and what all this meant.

Everything that I and everyone else had gone through to prevent Steven from
using his drug on me had been a complete and utter waste of energy.  I had never
been in any danger of being permanently brainwashed.  Anyone who would have been
in the room while I had been under the effect of the drug would have found
themselves loving me with all their heart and soul.  My own amplified love would
have wiped their own desires and ambitions away, never wishing to feel anything
else but the love they shared in the link.

That same love had caused Gordie to give me up, having found he had done the
worse thing possible to the only person who now mattered to him.  To know
someone had been forced to love you is worse than that person hating you, and no
one could have lived with that kind of pain very long.

Perhaps love is the most powerful force in the universe.  After everything I had
gone through, and later seeing how deeply Gordie withdrew from the real world, I
can honestly say I have no doubt it is what makes the world go round.

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