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>This posting contains:

Chapter XII(b):  10th Grade, Summer 1987
      Part 2 - The Price of One's Soul          (mc, mf, anal)

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Chapter XII(c):  10th Grade, Summer 1987
      Part 3 - Hope's Last Chance               (mc, no sex)
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Tim, the Teenage MC
By Rass Senip - Proofread by Evil Eye
Chapter XII:  10th Grade, Summer 1987 
Part 2 - The Price of One's Soul
(mc, mf, anal)


I had really done it that time.  My head hurt in ways I had never knew it could.
And the fact that I couldn't move a muscle didn't make me feel too good about my
condition.  Not that I was complaining, mind you.  I was alive, and apparently
rescued.

Actually, I could move a few muscles, but moments after I had opened my eyes, I
had to let them shut again because of the considerable strain I was feeling from
the simple act of holding them open.

I drifted in and out of sleep, once in a while finding a doctor or nurse in the
room checking my vital signs and doing other medical things.  Oh, and this older
nurse gave me a sponge bath.  That was... different.  But I didn't attempt to
communicate anything to them.  A few of them noticed I was conscious and would
say a few words, but I didn't have it in me to try and answer.  Shit, I was
doing good just to keep my eyes open long enough for them to notice.  Several
times I drifted back off to sleep while they were in mid sentence.

I think about five days passed before I discovered my mom in the room talking to
the doctor.  It could have been five weeks or five hours as much as I seemed to
fade in and out of sleep, but five days should be about right.  I don't think I
would have risked feeling the pain I felt for anyone else but her.  I passed out
when I tried to touch her mind to let her know I was there.

When I awoke, she was right there beside me holding my hand.  I managed to
squeeze my hand like four other people had tried to get me to do, and mom gave
it a kiss in response.

Over the next week, my mom and dad separately came to see me every day, always
trying to hide their exhaustion and stress.  I had no clue why they were so
strung out now that Steven's mob was obviously no longer a threat.  Mom
especially seemed to be more worried every time I saw her, and that started to
make me worry too.

It really sucks when you don't know what you're worrying about.  It becomes
almost habit to worry about every little thing that crosses your mind.  I
imagined I was a terminal case and would get worse until I died.  I conjured up
the image of myself in that bed as an old man, having lived my life an invalid.
I eventually wondered if I really was free.  Could my mom and dad have been
taken over and were only pretending to be their normal selves until I was strong
enough to be taken over too?

Nope.  Two weeks after I had come out of my coma, my condition had improved
enough that my mom risked moving me to a room with two beds, and then filled the
other with a zombie-like Joey.

That completely erased any feelings that my mom and dad had been taken over. And
once Joey was hooked up to similar life support equipment that I was on, my mom
had him initiate a share link with me.

I managed to do what I had to do to let it form, then felt a wave of energy pass
through my head that is indescribable.  I felt my mind healing at an
unbelievable rate, and just as the healing started to top out, five people
walked in and laid down on the floor.  My mom directed Joey to include those
'volunteers' in the share link, giving my healing rate another boost with each
person added.

Within an hour, I was able to talk, and after three more I felt like my old self
again.  I was completely astonished by my mother having taken control of nearly
forty different people to use in regenerating me.  All those people had taken on
some of the damage my stroke had caused.  At least that was what the doctors
were calling it.  I'm still not sure if that was what it was.

My mom had made it clear I would have to wait until we left the hospital for me
to ask the thousand and one questions I had.  I was dying all over again from
curiosity after my mom received a telephone call from my dad and she hurried the
checkout procedure with her powers.

Finally, after climbing into the limo and wearily sitting down in her seat, my
mom said, "Okay, Timmy.  You can start asking now."

I had so many questions, I didn't know where to start.  But then as the zombie
like Joey began undoing her pants and started eating my mom out in front of my
eyes, I easily made a decision of which question to ask first.

"What the hell is going on with you?  I've never seen you be so free with your
powers before.  What happened to using them only in life and death situations?"

"That's all over know.  As soon as we found you and Joey had been kidnapped,
Charles managed to trick me into lowering my mental shield and took those
commands out.  He did the right thing, otherwise we would have never gotten you
back.  Joey, not so fast, sweetie.  I only need to be relaxed.  That's better."

"How _did_ you get me back?"

"After Joey took Suzi away, your father went to the Cabal and asked for their
help.  They said no, but your father.."

"Wait.  Who?  The Cable?"

"No, honey.  The Cabal.  They're a... I was going to say organization, but from
the way they are acting now...  It's a membership of telepaths who ensure the
mutes don't learn about us and start a witch hunt.  They were the ones who
captured me and gave me to your father, and then made me unable to use my powers
when they forced him to let me go.

"When we saw how they had brainwashed Joey, your father went to Cabal, only to
be told it was our problem.  Unless Steven' family attempted to take over
government officials, they would be considered just another family of a telepath
building their harem.  It apparently isn't against the rules to take over other
telepaths, just usually very stupid to try with Cabal members because most have
formed allies with a few others.  It is against the rules to start a war against
another telepath, but because only one person died, and that had been in a car
accident, we couldn't claim that either.

"But your father, being the business man he is, tried to make a deal with
them...  And finally he found something to offer them in exchange for their
help."

She stopped there a moment, and I could see she was having a great deal of
trouble with what she was about to tell me.  But what disturbed me even more
than her troubled face was the way she had started to slowly gyrate her crotch
against Joey's busy face.  She was using his mouth like a toy or a device, just
like my father had done many times in front of me with his female slaves.

"Mom, let me look in your head so I can see what dad did to you," I said looking
in her eyes.

"Oh, honey.  He didn't do anything but what I said he did.  Joey, stop.  I'm
sorry Timmy.  I guess I have let some of my old ways come back to me.  But your
father and I have been under a lot of stress lately, and not just because our
son was in the hospital.

"You do understand we couldn't do it by ourselves.  Even with the two of us, we
couldn't take on the army of tranquilizing gunmen they had.  Oh, I forgot to
tell you about our insider.  You see, after Suzi was taken and before we went to
the Cabal, your father suddenly remembered who Penny was."

"Penny?  What do you mean _who_ she was?"

"Well, I made the comment about how I couldn't believe I had allowed her in our
home last summer.  Your father asked why, and I reminded him about your party
for your summer camp friends, and also about how much trouble he had gotten in
when he had made her his slave at the camp.

"Well, as soon as I said that, he ran out of the room and called his personal
assistant, Winton.  Would you believe that he had Penny's location the whole
time?"

"WHAT!"

"Your father is a very smart man, if a bit forgetful.  Every girl he makes his
slave calls in their location without knowing they are doing it every other
month just in case he wanted them again.  Through Penny, we found out about
Joey's brainwashing, your condition, the security of their installations,
everything we needed to know.  We even made her insist on giving you medical
treatment after Joey's beatings.

"And that's why we knew we couldn't do it alone.  Oh, Timmy.  I hated agreeing
to it, but we knew Joey was on his way for me, and we wouldn't have a better
chance to save you before they used that horrible drug on you. The members who
helped us wouldn't have done it without some sort of payment, and they have no
interest in money."

"What did you agree to! TELL ME!"

She sighed, placed her hands on my shoulders, then looked in my eyes and said
"Anyone that Steven's family had enslaved would be divided up equally between
the members who assisted us.  Apart from Suzi, Joey, and Joey's parents...  I'm
sorry honey.  But they are all.."

"NO!!  NO!  NO!  NO!  You couldn't have!  NO!!" I cried at the top of my lungs.

"I know! I'm sorry!  But we couldn't let them use that drug on you!  We HAD to
sacrifice the others to get you back!  Don't you see that?  There was no other
way."

"Yes there was!  You should have let me die!" I sobbed.  "I'd rather be dead
than have all those people...  NO!  We CAN'T LET THEM HAVE THEM!"

"Timothy Jasper Brandton, LISTEN to me!" my mother said suddenly very sternly.
In fact, I was shocked by her use of all three of my names.  She hadn't said all
of them like that since the time I peed on the living room rug when I was eight.

"Your father and I have been working night and day ever since they finished
rounding up all of Steven's personnel, trying to keep order and make sure only
those who had been drugged into being slaves would be given away.  We're
exhausted.  Steven's family has over a two hundred people under their control,
and almost that many more who are insane.  Some of them can be restored to
normal, but most of them can't be.  And that includes Suzi, Joey, and his
parents."

"What?!  Why do you say that?  The twins swore they could undo the drug's
effects on Michael.  How do you know they can't do the same for Joey, Suzi and
the rest?"

"Because we've already tried with Joey. The twins have been trying every day
since we took over.  And the one person who knows more about what the twins can
do than the twins themselves said it wouldn't work.  Gladius bred and raised the
twins and many others like them.  If he says they can't do it, they can't."

"But..  Wait.  Is he a member?"

"Yes, but before you go accusing him of lying just to get his hands on some
fresh livestock, Gladius has declined his share of the slaves.  He helped us
because he wants you and Joey to go with him for a couple of days after all this
is over so he can assess your abilities, then depending on that have you give
him a supply of your sperm for research."

"Sperm?  You mean I have to let him use my stuff to make new and improved sex
slaves?  No thanks.  No kid of mine will be sold as merchandise."

"Tim, you have no choice.  It is part of the price for freeing you.  In fact, if
it hadn't been for him, you wouldn't be here right now."

"Why?  What did he do?  No wait.  First tell me how you saved me when you were
supposed to be defenseless."

She sighed, then said "We programmed Penny to unconsciously give me the wrong
injection.  Instead of blocking my telepathy, she had given me the antidote to
it.  The moment they woke me up, I sent your father the message that I was
awake.  Most of the Cabal began taking over the complex while the rest of them
helped me to break through Joey's shield.  You collapsed very nearly the exact
moment we had seized his mind, and if it hadn't been for Gladius, you would have
never made it to the hospital.  I'm still not sure how he kept you alive."

I sat quietly for a few minutes absorbing all this, and my mind wandered to the
events before my capture.

"Did you find Jerry and Dana?" I asked.

"Yes, Dear.  When you didn't come home for dinner and I couldn't feel you
anywhere, I called your father and he told me you had left to do Suzi's and
Joey's parents. After talking to Suzi and not getting an answer at Joey's, both
your father and I suspected what happened, and we found the two still asleep in
the bedroom.

"Jerry's starting to remember how to speak, and Dana has been resisting him when
he wants to have sex.  We are pretty sure they will more or less return to
normal in time.  Apparently they hadn't been given the drug long enough for the
effects to be permanent."

"That's good.  OH!  What about Mick, Scooter, and the rest?  They were never
drugged, and ..."

"They are all back with their parents and they don't remember a thing.  Tim, why
do you keep looking at Joey like that?"

"He still hates me.  Whenever he looks at me, I can feel the hate and anger..."
I said with a slight tremor.  I turned away from Joey's cold empty stare, and
looked out the window.  "Where are we, anyway?" I said as I gazed upon the
jungle like vines covering the trees along the road.  "And where are we going?"

"We're on our way to the facility you were kept in, and that's where most of
Steven's enslaved people are being held.  It's only one of three estates in the
middle of nowhere Mississippi," she said, sounding very tired.

I suddenly felt fairly tired myself.  I still had questions, but from the way my
mom was looking, I decided we both could use a nap.  So I got up and struggled
to get the bed out.  I couldn't believe how weak I was.  My mom had to have Joey
help me, then was humiliated even more when I couldn't even get my socks off
without Joey's assistance.

It was good to get those itchy clothes off though.  And when my mom got on the
bed after stripping her clothes off, I felt comforted in a way I hadn't felt for
a long time.  I was caught off guard a moment when my mom started to kiss my
bare shoulder and neck, and for a moment felt concerned she was starting to come
on to me.  But then she sighed happily and held me like she always does, and I
realized she had kissed me like that back when I was smaller, so let it go as
something innocent.

But my concern for my mother's new attitude came right back to me when I was
awoken by the sounds of her heavy breathing and a pair of slurpy sucking sounds
I knew very well.

That wasn't the first time I had seen Joey and my mom sixty nining, and deep
down I knew that the real Joey wouldn't mind her using him like that.  It was
fact she was using him at all, though, that made me command my hardon to go
down. But as I was accessing Joey's mind, I realized Joey's zombie state had
been considerably altered to allow him some freedom in what he did.  He had in
fact been the one who had started it, not my mother.

I looked at the clock on the limo cabin's stereo and saw we had been asleep for
almost an hour.  Outside the window was the same sight of trees struggling to
survive a sea of vines which had covered them from their trunks to their
treetops.  I sympathized with the poor trees, feeling a similar weight clinging
on me.  So many people's chances of getting their freewill restored may have
been sacrificed for mine.

But even though I intended to try everything I could to stop that from
happening, I couldn't help but see things had worked out the only way they could
have under the circumstances.  I felt I had been just as much a victim as any of
them, and I was simply the lucky one who had escaped the others' fate.

In other words, I shrugged off any feelings of being responsible for their
condition, and for the most part I was entirely correct for feeling that way.
Steven's family had been using different methods of brainwashing on people long
before they ever knew of me.  And because of my involvement, they had been
stopped from continuing their horrible deeds.

It's funny how you can look at something someone else does and damn them for it,
even though your own parents were guilty of doing the same thing.  Even I had
altered a few people without their permission, but I was arrogant enough to
believe it was in their best interests, and never felt that I had done something
wrong.

I tried my best to ignore their struggles to pleasure each other, finding myself
very uncomfortable even looking at Joey after what he had been through and later
what he had done.  I was thinking about if we truly couldn't undo the drug's
affects, perhaps I would be better off trading Joey for someone less painful to
have around.

As I had told my mother, even under the tight control she had over Joseph's mind
and personality, I could still feel the anger and hatred within him.  Like a
beam of coldness would suddenly envelope my body whenever his eyes fell on my
face, sometimes making me shudder, or more often just make me shiver.

But I knew if I ever gave him away like that, I would never forgive myself.  I
would rather endure a lifetime of coldness than let him or Suzi become someone's
plaything.  And just from the way my mother was acting after her lovely moaning
orgasm, I knew that was exactly what every able bodied person would become that
I wasn't able to protect.

And strangely enough, my concern seemed to shift to what would happen to Penny
and David.  It wasn't until I noticed the trees had less and less vines on them
before I realized why I had focused on their fate.  I had made a promise to do
whatever I could to help them, a promise to someone I felt I had to keep.

My mother called me back to the bed, then told me to lay down and close my eyes.
I felt Joey's coldness on me as my mom began rubbing my chest, and after a
minute or two of withstanding his gaze, I started to feel her caresses a bit
more, and soon wasn't feeling discomforted by Joey's cold stare at all.

I was just starting to slip into the dreamy state of being half asleep as my
mother kissed my cheek several times.  I was so warm and content that I didn't
even think about how her kisses were getting longer and lower.  I was enjoying
her touches and kisses, never once thinking there could be anything sexual about
them.  I trusted my mother's integrity more than my own, mostly because she had
been the one who had given me my ideas of what was right and wrong.

So when I suddenly felt her high state of arousal just before she groped the
hardon I hadn't realized I had, I suddenly felt scared of my mother, the woman I
had trusted my entire life.

I cringed away from her touch as I whimpered, "No, please?" and instantly saw
her transform back into the woman I knew.

"I'm sorry baby.. I don't know what I was..  Oh honey," she said seeing me
shaking all over.

"Don't EVER do that again!" I said with a surge of anger and grief.  "If you
ever want me to trust you again, lower that damn shield and let me IN!"

Without a word, she did just that.  I spent the rest of our trip looking for
something that wasn't there.  She had been right about my father not adjusting
her.  All I could find was the meager attempt to ensure she wouldn't lose the
attraction for him she had before he undid the Cabal commands.

I didn't even feel curious about where we were when the limo stopped and its
engine was shut off.  I was in the mists of comprehending that the morals and
integrity my mother had taught me all those years had partially been from her
programming and not from her true self.

In fact, several of the things those commands had made her believe in had very
nearly been obliterated by the release of her incredible sex drive.  My mother
was such a sexual creature that, using the braces analogy, not only had most of
her 'teeth' already start to move back to their original positions, a few of
them had already completed their reversal and were moving further away.

She was losing control of her desires, just like she had right before she had
started gathering men to pleasure her night and day.  But my mother had never
been a heartless woman.  During her life as a mistress, she never once took a
man who had a wife or children, never once abused them physically or made
incapable to make decisions for themselves.  She had kept her values for the
well being of others, always believing that the ones she had made her slaves
were happier and better off as her sexual toys.

The greatest change in my mother's personality had been the weakening of her
respect for other's right to choose.  The key to my admiration and respect of my
mother's judgment had been forced upon her by the Cabal, and now appeared to be
in danger of being lost forever.  It was as if the woman I had known all my life
was battling a deadly disease, but this disease was actually her true nature
starting reassert itself.

I had been busily getting my clothes on while thinking about this, and stepped
out of the limo just as a man with a toupee on top of his head reached us.

"Master Timothy," he said respectfully before sticking his head inside to say,
"Mistress Samantha,  Master Charles wishes me to inform you he was able to delay
the auction until tomorrow morning.  Master Patrick insists you have Master
Timothy scanned by the Inquisitor immediately.  I am to accompany him to the
Inquisitor, then return him to your care afterwards."

"I can assure them that I have done a complete scan of him myself, and I would
know if his mind had been tampered with better than either Patrick or the
Inquisitor could.  He just got out of the hospital three hours ago.  Must he
have to be put through that so soon?"

"I'm afraid so, Mistress.  Master Patrick was quite clear on the matter.  Before
he is allowed to interact with the others, he has to be cleared of any
possibility that he could somehow be part of a larger ploy."

"What's going on, mom?" I asked, finding the topic of the conversation not
sounding too pleasant.

"Gordie, if anything happens to him, I'll hold you responsible," she said,
looking at me with a distant look in her eyes.  Then she snapped out of it and
said, "Don't worry, Tim.  If there is anyone in the Cabal that I trust, it's the
Inquisitor.  And Gordie here."

"Uhm, any particular reason why you trust this Inquisitor dude?"

"Did you find any meddling in my head?" she asked.

"No. You know I didn't," I said.  Then I thought to myself, "Or at least nothing
by anyone I didn't know."

"The Inquisitor is the strongest among us, and is a guardian of sorts.  One of
the things he does is scan telepaths who deal with the Cabal to ensure the
safety of the group.  I think he also assesses everyone's mental strength just
to make sure he could break through their defenses in case he has to.  Isn't
that right, Gordie?"

"Not a precise definition of his job, but adequate for Master Timothy's
understanding for now.  Mistress, the Inquisitor is waiting.."

"Tim, go with him and do what they tell you.  Don't make a fuss.  The sooner you
get this over with the better."

"Oh, all right.  But I don't like it," I said frowning.

"This way, Master Timothy," Gordie said, indicating towards a collection of
buildings next to the giant warehouse.

It was hot outside, and for some reason the limo had stopped in the middle of
the parking lot which was only a quarter filled.  So as Gordie and I walked, I
started to feel somewhat light headed since I hadn't completely recovered yet.

"I'm sorry for the walk, Master Timothy.  Master Patrick insisted that you 'feel
the sun beat down on you just to let you know you're mortal.'  I'm afraid Master
Patrick doesn't think very highly of you."

"Huh?  Why?  What did I do?"

"Oh, don't take it personally.  He doesn't care for anyone that he feels is
weaker than he is yet he isn't allowed to make a toy out of.  He absolutely
hates me for the same reason."

When he didn't explain his comment, I attempted to access his thoughts to figure
out what exactly he had meant.  But to my surprise I found a mental barrier up,
and that my probe had not gone unnoticed.

"You may find it wise for you to ask the others before attempting to probe them.
I, on the other hand, will allow you to examine my mind if you feel that it is
necessary."

"Uhm, no.  That's okay.  Sorry about that.  From the way you keep calling
everyone Master and Mistress I thought..."

"You thought I was a mute," he finished for me.  "I knew that.  Most people make
the same mistake.  I am a servant of the Cabal.  I have no other life now but to
serve the will of my Masters and Mistresses.  But I do this of my free will.  My
Voice is too weak to survive without the other's protection."

This time it was my turn to remain quiet, not knowing what to say or ask, plus
the fact that I was having trouble keeping my head from spinning made me
concentrate on just keeping my balance.  So you can imagine I was very grateful
when we finally arrived at the door and entered into the air conditioning.

Gordie led me to the second closest door and said, "I will remain out here until
the Inquisitor is finished with you, then I will take you to your mother and
father inside the warehouse where you can rest," then promptly knocked and
opened the door.

I walked into the small office, finding a man staring straight at me smoking a
pipe.  His eyes held a sense of intelligence, and I could feel how strong his
deep moral beliefs were and that they were struggling with something.  I almost
felt sorry for his internal dilemma, but I also felt his conviction to carry out
his latest task and take whatever course of action required if there was a
problem.  And since I was that task, his greatest concern was if he would have
kill me, something he was attempting to not think about.

All this I felt out with my empathic senses, having taken Gordie's words to
heart about unauthorized probes.

Seeing I was slightly uneasy, or perhaps because I was looking a bit pale, he
said, "Please sit down son.  I'm not going to hurt you."

"You hope," I said under my breath.

He blinked at my words a moment since he apparently just thought the same thing
to himself, then discarded them as simply coincidence.

"Do you understand what I'm going to do?" he asked a moment later.

"You're going to scan me, and then see how strong I am or something,"

"Actually, it's the other way around.  I want you to do everything in your power
to stop me from scanning you.  Then if I can't... Well, we'll just have to see
if that happens and go from there.  Do you think you're up to it?"

"No, but that doesn't matter.  If you want to see how strong I am when I'm back
to normal, you'll get a fight worth your time.  But right now, can't I just let
you in and get it over with?  Otherwise you might have to have Gordie bring in a
mop when my brain explodes."

"How about you try your best without hurting yourself for now, all right?" he
said, tapping his pipe out and setting it down on the desk.

"Okay," I said.  "Uhm, you're not going to tell anyone about anything...
embarrassing, are you?"

"I'm sure you haven't done anything nearly as embarrassing as some of the other
voices I've scanned.  You don't have anything to worry about."

"Unless you find something you don't like...  Well, I don't think that will
happen, so...  Okay.  I'm ready as I'll ever be."

I immediately felt a pressure against my mental barrier that seemed to come from
every direction.  I could tell he was just letting me get focused on resisting
his probe, and even though I was having to strain at it a little, it was quite
clear that he wasn't even trying yet.

He slowly built the pressure up, giving me every chance to make my best effort,
and he was actually starting to put some work into it when I felt I was pushing
myself a little too hard.  Figuring he would find out about it soon enough, I
decided to try giving him a run for his money in a different way than he was
expecting.

As my eyes found his, I quickly formed an empathic connection and immediately
felt his deep regret and guilt for something he had to have done.  But as I felt
my own defenses starting to fail, I attempted to knock him off guard by sharing
my side of the link with him.

While it did startle him... It didn't phase him enough to make the pressure on
my mind waver in the least.

I couldn't take the strain any longer, so I shut down both the empathic link and
my barrier to let him in.  At least my empathic abilities had told me his
intentions where honest enough to not worry about any deceit.

I tried to ignore him as he probed every corner of my mind.  It was very
uncomfortable to have a stranger looking so deep into my being, but after a
while I focused my attention on his mind, finding there was a tiny hole in his
own barrier where his powerful probe must have been coming from.

His own attention wasn't on my current thoughts, so for a little while I got
bits and pieces of what was troubling him.  I found that just a few months ago
he had ordered to have someone assassinated, something he agonized over ever
since the report came back it had been carried out successfully.

I was just getting into a few of the details, like it was a 'rogue voice' that
had taken over a shopping mall and was about to commit mass murder, when he
noticed my intrusion in his own affairs and quickly cut me off.

Or more accurately, cut my own powers off, making them completely inaccessible
to me like while I had been drugged.  But even the mighty Inquisitor couldn't
turn my empathic abilities off.  Not that they would tell me anything I was
curious to know.

So I sat there waiting what seemed like forever, and eventually was fighting to
stay awake.  I was just starting to drift off when he gasped and suddenly
discontinued his scan.

"What?  Did you find something?" I asked, feeling panicked from the way the
Inquisitor appeared shakened up.

"Just...  Give me a moment," he said, wiping his brow.  As he filled his pipe
and lit it, he recovered his wits and released my telepathic abilities.

After three or four good puffs, he sat back to stare at me for a few moments,
then said "I apologize for scaring you like that.  Your mind is free of
tampering."

"Whew," I said, sitting back in my chair also.  "For a minute there I though
Steven had done something to me."

He sat silently smoking his pipe, seeming to be waiting for me to ask him
something.  So I did.

"Who was it?"

"Who?" he said, genuinely surprised.

"The telepath you had killed.  Who was it?"

He paused in his puffing, then took three quick puffs on his pipe before saying,
"Just some crazy kid letting his voice condemn his soul.  He wasn't much older
than you...  Powerful, though.  Much more powerful than I was, and that's why he
had to be put down.  I couldn't let all those innocents die.  Now how about
instead of trying to fix my problems, why don't you ask me what you really want
to know."

"Why not tell me since you already know what I'm going to ask," I said, feeling
a bit cranky.

"All right," he said after a couple thoughtful puffs. "But let me say a few
things first that might be a bit more helpful to you.

"I admit that I expected you to be a lot like the young rogue I had to deal
with, and that's why I tried to intimidate you earlier.  I apologize for that.
You're nothing like that... creature.  In fact, I'm very...  pleased to see how
well you've treated others.  You're not without your faults, but considering the
opportunities you've had, you've done very well.

"And it appears the Lord feels this way too.  I found the memory of His touch. I
pray He doesn't take my intrusion to be out of disrespect.  I had no idea."

I sat there blinking at him a few moments, feeling his sincerity and faith.  I
couldn't believe the powerful Inquisitor was humbled by a simple dream I had, a
dream which I had reservations about.  Yes, it had been extraordinary, and
perhaps it had been God who had 'touched' me as he said.  But then why did I
have such strong doubts about it?  Surely he had found the feeling of
individuality to its touch.

But faith has a way of letting one step around things like that I suppose.
That's why it's called faith.  If there was nothing to contradict the existence
of God, then it would be a simple matter of fact, not faith.  And I have found
that faith can pull you through when the facts have left you with no reason to
go on.  But only a fool depends on faith alone.  Like they say, God helps those
who help themselves.  Or something like that anyway.

We talked a little about how difficult it was to resist the temptations of what
our powers constantly provided.  I was very much at ease with him by the time I
left with Gordie.  I had made a friend out of the most powerful member in the
Cabal.  I wondered if I would make any others.  When Gordie led me into the
warehouse, I quickly decided it wasn't very likely.

It was a mad house for sure.  I had learned that only fourteen Cabal members
actually had helped with the takeover, but nearly thirty of them plus their
staff were there to look over the prizes.  Apparently the original fourteen had
decided they couldn't possibly take them all in, and had set up an auction and
included other members who they had either owed a favor to, or wished to have
the reverse.

I can't tell you how hard it was to just keep walking with Gordie as men, women,
and even a few children were being tried out by the numerous Cabal slaves that
were sampling the goods for their masters.  While I didn't actually see anyone,
I could feel them inside the cells, some of them willingly performing the sexual
acts, but many of them not so willingly.

Then I saw two identical and very familiar nude backsides that were slurping on
two different men standing side by side.  I walked up to them and slipped my
hands around both of their waists, saying, "You two just couldn't resist a
little sample, could..."

I stopped in mid sentence as the two twin girls stared blankly at me, not a sign
of recognition in their eyes.  And quite frankly I didn't recognize them either.
While they had the motions and bodies of my twins, they had completely different
faces, having found two pairs of oriental eyes staring at me.

"I... I'm sorry.  I.." I stuttered.  But just as I realized I still had my arms
around their waists, their indifferent attitude towards me suddenly changed.  I
found myself pinned between the two as they struggled to remove my clothes.

"Hey!..  Wait just one... Oh!  Ohhhh..  Ahhhhh..." I sighed as the first began
her nursing.  I couldn't help it.  I had gone so long without feeling the twin's
wonderful mouths.  I didn't even resist them lowering me to the ground and then
taking turns sucking my ecstatically happy dick

"Looks like you're somewhat a celebrity," Gordie said as a pair of young blond
twins arrived and struggled to get their turn to nurse.

"Huh?" I said, finding myself too happy to think.

Another set of twins walked up, these being much older and seemed to have some
kind of authority over the others.  As the senior pair of twins crouched down,
the other four unhappily moved out of the way and watched as they took over.

I, at the time, was somewhere three miles up in the clouds, not really noticing
the changing of mouths.  I didn't even hear how noisy the crowd of gathering
watchers was becoming, and never noticed several of the Cabal shouting to their
twins and at each other, joking and complaining about how they had never seen
their twins go after someone like that.

But all that came to an end when a man's voice seemingly broke the string
holding me in orbit with the simple word, "Enough."

As I crashed back to earth, all seven pairs of twins who had been waiting their
turn obediently sought out their masters, including the senior pair who
apparently were the property of the man who had caused my crash and burn.

While I shook my head to clear my senses, I heard someone say, "Looks like
Gladius's girls have a boy friend.  Eh, Gladius?"

I turned my head to look at the 'creator' of Joy and Honey, finding him to be an
unremarkable looking man, even with the two middle aged yet still very sexy twin
women standing on each side of him.

With my hardon still standing straight out, I turned my attention towards
getting my clothes back on, red faced as the jokes continued to circle around.
My hardon didn't make things easier, and it wasn't about to go down while I was
being bombarded by an untold number of offers for sex by the eight pairs of
twins all around me.  Of course no one but they and myself even suspected the
offers were being made, for most of them were busily making up to their masters
for their disobedience.  All but the oldest pair were in the mists of fucking or
sucking their masters as they continued their hailing me for sex.

I managed to respond to each one, politely declining their offer with a sense of
loyalty towards my own pair of twins, especially since I hadn't evened up the
score with Honey by taking her other cherry.  I guess they understood because by
the time Gordie led me away, I only felt their steady feelings of friendliness
towards me.  Wow, that was a close one.

Gordie led me to one of the containing rooms, and I recognized Simon standing
next to the controls that operated the wall/door.  He nodded to me and hit the
switch, and as soon as the wall started to open, I heard the familiar sounds of
my parents fucking.

Gordie insisted I enter, and for the first time I witnessed my parents fucking
with my own eyes.  Somehow I had managed to avoid seeing that scene before,
knowing I would get sick from the sight.  But after the episode with all those
twins, I didn't feel sick at all.  I was just down right horny.

My mother was in her favorite position, taking my dad's cock up her ass doggy
style.  I realized that I had also had never actually witnessed my mother's ass
in action before, and my horniness was temporarily satisfied when I moved around
to get a better view.

Dad gave me a look that said he was getting ready to cum, and I knew from the
many nights of listening to her moaning that this would be good.  My mom's moans
sometimes would make me shoot my rocks off clear to the ceiling, especially
those nights when we had started to stay at the North mansion on the weekends.
Even the twins couldn't stop me from shooting those nights.

I swear I hadn't a thought in my head about joining in.  After spending three
months naked in a room similar to the one we were in, I just simply couldn't
stand my clothes any longer, and that's why I started pulling my clothes off as
fast as I could.

By the time I had stripped, my mother was moaning her head off, and my dad was
starting to join in a little.  I had never really heard his moans those nights.
My mom's easily drowned them out.  I was jerking myself off from the passion
filling my ears, and couldn't resist my mother's call.  But I only went to her
to find what she wanted, not expecting anything like what she had in mind.

The moment her mouth closed around my anxious cock, I started to cum hard.  My
legs buckled, and I sank to my knees, my mind lost in the stars I was seeing
during my orgasm.

My parent's orgasm occurred unnoticed by me.  I think I might have even passed
out a few moments.  But as soon as my senses came back to me, I was horrified to
find my mom nursing on my cock as my dad pulled his out of my mother's ass.

"Mom.." I said very shakily and weakly.

"I wish I had a picture of this," my dad said, watching my mother suck on me.
"It's about time you two did that.  It just seemed so unnatural the way you both
avoided having sex with each other."

"MOM!" I said much louder.

She stiffened and opened her eyes in shock, afraid to move for a moment.  Then
she slowly pulled herself back until my deflated dick fell out of her mouth and
said, "I can't believe..."

"Mom, I think..." I said shaking all over again.  "I need to go lay down.  I
don't feel good," and managed to reach out to Simon's mind to have him open the
door again.

I rushed out of the room with my mother calling my name.  I quickly made Simon
hit the close, knowing it would have to finish closing before my mom would be
able to have Simon open it again.

I wanted to be alone.  I needed to be alone.  I just couldn't take it.
Everything I had believed in, everyone who was closest to my heart had been
changed so much while I had been locked away from them.  And when I saw an open
room without anyone in it, I hit the switch and barely got through the door
before it sealed shut.

I found myself in a room meant for three occupants, and was virtually just like
the two I had spent most of my imprisonment in.  But this room had plastic
padded beds instead of the stainless steel, and for that I was grateful.  I laid
down and focused on concealing my location from the weak probes I was starting
to feel.

After the probes had stopped, I let myself drift off to sleep.  I was in the
middle of a not too pleasant dream about Holly having been captured and drugged
when I was awakened by the wall opening up.

"I want to be left alone!" I called out, expecting my mother to walk in.

But to my surprise it was the Inquisitor who replied, "I only came to tell you
there is an old blind voice here wishing to see you.  He wouldn't let me scan
him, but I did it anyway.  He's a little upset that I did that, and I think you
better come see what he wants so he leaves without starting something."

"I'm not dressed," I said, my voice cracking from my emotions.

"I'll send someone to retrieve them," he said, still not entering the room.
"Would you like to talk about it?"

I felt like I was going to have to let it out somehow, feeling myself at the
edge of exploding with emotion.  So after letting out a reeeeaaaalllly long
sigh, I said softly, "Yeah.  I guess so."

The rather tall man walked in carefully, not expecting trouble, just not wanting
to disturb the balance of the room or something.

"Why did you lock yourself up in one of these?" he said as he examined the
grilled floor below him.  "I would have though you wouldn't ever want to enter
another of these rooms as long as you lived."

"I guess I'm just used to it.  I wanted to be alone, and I've never been more
alone than while I was cooped up in one of these by myself."

He sat down on the bed nearest to the door, then after a few moments of hearing
the noise outside, I looked up at him as the wall started to shut.

The large man took his shoes off and stretched out on the flat bed.  I turned my
head back to stare up at the softly lit ceiling, and the two of us spent a few
minutes listening to the quiet hum of machinery.

(I never did find out where that hum came from.  It didn't belong to the air
system or lights.  I now wonder if it was just there to block out any noises
that could have leaked in from outside the room, especially from the way
everything got quiet except for that hum when the wall sealed.)

"Your mother is a very sexy woman, you know," he said suddenly.  "Many men
wouldn't hesitate to have sex with her if she was their mother."

"But it's wrong," I said surprisingly calm like.  "Before my dad took out those
Cabal commands, she always believed in that and made sure I did too.  But now.."

"Do you believe she was better off before?"

"Yes.  No.  I don't know.  It always bothered me that she was made to never use
her powers except to save herself or me.  I offered several times to take them
out, but she always said it was best to leave them there.  She knew she would
fall back into being the way she was, and it looks like she was right.  I guess
I wish my dad hadn't removed them."

After a few more minutes of the quiet humming, he softly said, "I only wanted to
give her a second chance at living a life God meant her to live."

"You did it?  I always thought my dad had been the one to actually do it.  I
knew it wasn't his idea or anything, but.."

"Your mother was my first truly difficult assignment after joining the Cabal. My
predecessor insisted before he turned the title of Inquisitor over to me that I
have at least one challenging experience to truly test my ability to handle the
job.  We didn't know she had your father.  Between the two of them, I nearly
became another one of your mother's men.

"I have something to confess to you.  I never told my predecessor that while I
was busy defending my mind from their attack, she took my body over and made me
enter her rectum.  Ever since that day, I've had to fight off my desire to
experience that again.  She truly is a magnificent woman when it comes to sex.
May the Lord forgive me, but the real reason I had forced your father to release
her was to have the chance of doing it again.  But I didn't. Instead I gave her
some of my faith in the Lord's ways."

There was another period of silence, then I asked, "Do you think if I tricked
her into letting me in her head you could show me how to restore those
commands?"

"It would have been wrong to suggest something like that to you, but that was
what I had in mind.  I can not do it without an official reason, but you, as her
son, have more of a right to do something like that than anyone else.  However,
I can not say it would be THE right thing to do.  Only you can decide if your
mother would be better off that way, and if she or the Lord would ever forgive
you."

"I guess that means I need to think about it," I sighed.  "I wish none of this
ever happened.  Nothing good has come out of any of this.  Nothing."

"Gordie is waiting outside with your clothes, and I believe your visitor has
stopped ranting for a while so you could go see him without having to arm
yourself.  I will be leaving tomorrow after the auction, so if you wish for me
to assist you, it will have to be before the auction begins."

Once the wall opened up, the Inquisitor quietly got up and put his shoes on.

As he walked to the door to leave, I said, "I guess I was wrong."

"Hmm?  What about?"

"One thing good came out of this.  I met you."

"Thank you.  I, however, am probably even more grateful to have met someone who
hasn't been... corrupted by their Voice.  That's how you think of it, isn't it?
You're a good Christian, Timothy.  Don't let yourself forget that."

"Hey," I said just as he passed through the break in the wall.

When he stuck his head in, I asked, "Do you have a name besides 'Inquisitor'?"

For the first time since I met him, the large man actually blushed a bit, then
smiled.

"Same as your father's, actually," he said.  "And as it happens, I almost could
have _been_ your father," he added as he disappeared around the corner and was
gone.

Gordie came in with my clothes as I wiped the little smile off my mouth.  He
waited patiently as I dressed, then led me back to another building connected to
the warehouse where an old man with sealed eyelids sat fuming on a bench in a
small waiting room.

As soon as I entered the room, he said, "It's about time!  Where's the other
one!"

"Huh?  What other one?" I asked looking over my shoulder finding Gordie had
left.

"What other one he says," he mumbled before bellowing "The ONE you were SUPPOSED
to trade me for HIM!"

I looked over to where he was pointing, and had to sit down from the shock.

"Oh my God," I said, finding my voice a whisper.

"Don't oh my God me!  I've been around too long for you to try and tell me you
forgot!   Just save your excuses for someone who will accept them.  You are
supposed to trade me a nice big fellow with lots of muscles and a big you know
what for this scrawny thing.  I couldn't get a single woman in bed without
having to make them like him.  What you want with him, I'll never know."

I had been looking at the extremely thin body of Michael as the old man spoke,
noticing how Michael's facial expression followed the old man's voice's
inflections.  Michael was just standing there watching me, his mind dormant as
the old man controlled his body, using him like a second pair of eyes.  Or more
like a second body all together.

"Where did you find him, and who told you to bring him here, to me?" I asked.

"WHAT?  Great horns of... No! It's not important!  I've already come too far out
of my way to finish this deal, and I want to see his replacement!  NOW!"

"Calm down!  I don't have a replacement for...  Wait.  How long is it before you
get tired and want a fresh body?"

"Ohhh no you don't!  I'm not going to fall for that again.  That's what got me
into this mess in the first place.  No deals.  When I walk out of here, I don't
want any strings attached.  Period.  Now, I was told you would have a large
selection available if I wasn't satisfied with your pick.  I would like to see
them now."

"All right.  I guess we can figure something out.  Come on," I said getting up.

As the three of us walked very slowly to the warehouse, I was deep in thought
about what I would have to do to get him to release Michael.  For the time
being, I wasn't going to worry about the circumstances of how Michael had come
to be there, just how I was going to keep him there.  I was getting sick to my
stomach thinking about having to trade someone for him.  I wasn't a slave
trader, and I hoped I didn't have to ever be one, not even for a second.

We were about to enter the section where the slaves were kept when one of the
Cabal members decided I had no business going in there.

"Where do you think you're going?" the rather large and deep voiced man said.

He was at least six foot tall, and could have easily flatten the three of us in
one stroke.  But I wasn't intimidated by him.  Or at least not that much.  Okay,
so he intimidated me.  The guy could swallow me whole, for Pete's sake.

"Uhm, we're going to see the prisoners," I said a bit meekly.

"I can see that.  What makes you think you can just take this bag of bones over
there without permission?"

"Bag of Bones?  Look, you big gallute," the old man raved, "I was turning
housewives into seductresses long before you were born!  Why I could turn you
into a.."

"Hey.. Hang on a second," I said to the pair of them. "I see someone who will
give me 'permission'.  Just don't let him leave." I said to the Cabal member
while indicating Michael.

As the old man started to rant and rave again, I ran across a big open area and
through a small crowd of slaves after the Inquisitor, nearly running right into
him while he was speaking to another member on the other side of the crowd.

"Hey... You have to help me," I said out of breath.

"What's wrong?" he said looking at me concerned.  "Are you ill?"

"No.. Just..  come with me?" I said as I reached out to grab his hand.

But instead, he took my hand to catch me when I lost my balance from dizziness,
then lowered me to the floor where I put my head between my knees.

Once the world had stopped spinning around me, I struggled back to my feet only
to have him say, "Why don't you rest another minute and tell me why you're in
such a hurry to get shipped back to the hospital."

My head had started spinning again, so I reluctantly sat back down and said,
"Michael.  He's alive and here.  We have to trade for him.  Please?"

"Michael.  Michael who?"

I looked up at him with a mixed expression of exasperation and pain.

"From the dream, remember?" I said.

His face found comprehension, and then he helped me back to my feet saying,
"Where?"

Just as I feared, the three of them were not where I had left them.  I was about
to yell out for them when I thought of a better idea.

"What are you doing," the Inquisitor said a few moments after I had sat back
down on the ground and started concentrating.

Since my pulse was already ready, I answered him by letting it go.  My head was
pounding afterwards, but it located all three of them in a nearby cell.

I carefully looked up, pointed to the cell and said, "They're in that one."

The Inquisitor left me sitting there, and somehow I managed to get back on my
feet without anyone's help and sort of half walked, half fell after him.  When I
got close enough to the cell to see the controls, the door was just beginning to
open and I started to pick up very highly aroused emotions coming from within.
By the time I had caught up with the Inquisitor, I was sporting a healthy woody
despite my slight dizziness.

I felt my friend next to me suddenly become official like, then he bellowed into
the room, "What is going on in here!  These slaves are not..  Oh.  I didn't see
you there Malcolm."

The man who had stopped us several minutes ago was now completely nude and
erect, and still had one of the girls trying to lick his ass as he walked up to
us with a bright look in his eyes.

"Ah, my boy.  I think I have made my selection.  He has quite a body, hasn't he.
And he has Voice!  This will make things much easier for me."

"You.. You took him over?" I said with an astonished smile on my face.

"Nothing to it, my boy.  Now, since this other young fella here isn't of any
used to me any longer.."

"Now wait a minute," the Inquisitor said.  "I'm not sure I can allow you to just
walk out of here with Malcolm under your control.  He is a member of the High
Senate of the Cabal, and onnneee oooffffff mmmmmmmmmmmmmyyyyyyyyyy......"

I looked at Charles to find him seemingly frozen in place.  He wasn't dead,
just... not moving.

"Now, my boy.  Do we have a deal?  As you can see, I'm sort of in the middle of
things," Malcolm said pointing to his large dick.

"I don't know.  He might not like me going behind his back like this," I said,
pulling my eyes away from his pulsing member to look up at the frozen Inquisitor
again.

"Pshaw.  I can make him love the idea.  I'll even tell you a little secret.  He
never even scanned me."

"He didn't?  What, you made him think?...  Heh.  Hmmm.  Okay, but could you make
sure he never finds out that I agreed to it?  I wouldn't want to make him mad at
me."

"My boy, I'll even give you these lovely girls to keep for your own.  Malcolm
here has hundreds of lovelies just waiting for me back at his estate.  So if you
will excuse me for a while.  I'd like to finish what I started before I go to my
new home."

"Uhm, what about Michael?"

"Who?  Oh, him.  Yes, yes, he's all yours," the voice of Malcolm said just as
Michael sank slowly to the floor unconscious.

I went over to the body of my friend, and carefully examined him before
attempting to wake him up.  But before I could, I suddenly found myself,
Michael, and the Inquisitor all standing outside the closed cell.

As Michael sank back down to the ground, the Inquisitor said, "Well, I have work
to do.  Make sure you keep your friends out of the slaves for now on.  I
wouldn't want to make one of the others give him up after they caught him in
there."

"Uhm, yeah.  Thanks," I said as I remote controlled Michael to stand up.

Michael's mind was in a state of deep sleep, and appeared to have been like that
for a long time.  His body was.. well, it was in one piece, but besides that it
wasn't in very good shape.  His leg muscles especially seemed to have trouble
walking or even standing for long periods, and you could see nearly every bone
he had through his skin.

I attempted to wake his mind up, but I quickly realized that I had no idea how
to do that.  His personality, memories, and everything else was there, just not
accessible to his conscious mind.  So without much hesitation, I sought out my
mother, hoping she would know what to do with him and not make too big of a fuss
about what happened earlier.

I located my mother in the private quarters she and my father had been staying
in, along with Suzi, Joey, his parents, and apparently where I myself would be
staying also.  My mom was talking with Gladius about other possible treatments
for them, and while I didn't think Gladius would possibly be interested in
Michael, I didn't want to take the chance and left him in a empty room nearby.

While I approached them, I suddenly realized that Gladius didn't feel... human.
He felt like a blank wall to my empathic senses, not letting anything out beyond
the "nothing to see here, move along" that he always seemed to be emitting.  I
wondered if he knew how strongly it made him stand out to empaths.  Regular
people would completely ignore him, finding nothing remarkable about him.  But
to me he stuck out like a sore thumb.  I wondered why he hadn't seemed that way
to me earlier.

I slid in the door, trying to appear as if I wanted to draw as little attention
to myself as possible.  As I hoped, they both not only noticed my entrance, but
my mother politely asked Gladius if he would mind finishing up their talk at a
later time.

His eyes tried to determine my state of mind, and must have bought the
appearance that I was miserable.  I think the kicker was when I leaned my back
up against the wall, chin against my chest, breathing through my slightly open
mouth, glancing up at them from the carpet every once in a while, then sadly
look back down.  Joey had taught me that one back in the fifth grade, but I
hadn't used it until then, even when Joey had discovered it really drove the
chicks nuts.

So Gladius left without a fuss, and while my mom started to stew about what to
say to me, I whispered, "Are they all asleep?" indicating the two bedrooms where
Suzy, Joey, and his parents were being kept.

"Yes, they should be," she said quietly with a frown.

"Okay.  Whatever you do, don't get too excited or upset, okay?"

"All right.." she said, her frown turning upside down in surprise.

Even after my warning, my mom still gasped pretty loudly, and had to sit down on
the small couch when Michael walked in.

"How?" she finally asked.

"I don't know.  This old blind telepath brought him here to trade for someone
bigger to use as a second body or something.  I can't figure out what is wrong
with him.  He's asleep in a way I can't understand," I said, stifling a yawn as
I sat down on the couch next to her.

"Well, I'll take a look at him a little bit later, but right now I have to... Oh
Timmy.  Why don't you just go in there and see them," she said, noticing my
worried glances at the bedroom doors.

"But what about Michael," I said before yawning again.

"He isn't going anywhere, and neither are you.  You need a nap, but if you like,
I'll take Joey with me so you and Suzi can be alone."

I looked up at my mom's face, finding my eyes were very heavy feeling, but I
could tell she wasn't telling me everything.

"You're hiding something," I simply said.

My mom sighed, then said, "You don't need to worry about it until after your
nap.  I'll tell you then, I promise.  I need to leave and take care of a few
things.  Am I taking Joey or not?"

I looked back over at the closed door, wanting very much to see her, alone, and
preferably in the dark so I wouldn't notice her blacked look.  I was scared,
however, to find nothing left of the Suzi I knew, and was about to say no when
Joey came out and followed my mother out the door.

"Well, at least the room is dark," I said as I got up off the couch and started
to take my clothes off one more time.

As I approached my fallen angel on the bed, she suddenly sensed my presence and
sat up with a gasp of fear.

"Suzi, it's okay.  It's only me, Timmy."

I received no response beyond the steady pulsing of her fear, and I realized she
not only didn't know who I really was, but thought I was going to rape her.

"Oh, Suzi," I said with my eyes filling with tears.  "I wish I could have
stopped them from.... I wish you had been....  I'm sorry, Suz.  I'm just so
sorry."

I got down on my knees at the edge of the bed, putting my hands and chin on the
mattress, watching her as I wept for my poor love.  Suzi slowly relaxed, then
was silently trying to comfort me by touching my cheeks with the back of her
hand.

I told her about us, about the three of us, sometimes having trouble speaking
for the tears.  I went on and on about everything we had done, and by the time I
ran out of tears and my voice had started breaking up, Suzi had her head laying
less than a foot from mine, listening even when my voice became a whisper.

I was still on my knees, feeling my back ache and my knees hurting after staying
in that same position for so long.  And after crying like that, tired doesn't
even start to describe the exhaustion I felt.

After I laid down on the floor and stretched, I found myself perfectly
comfortable as I was and closed my eyes to sleep.  But a moment later, I heard
Suzi moving about on the bed so I lifted my head to see what was going on.

"Are you sure?" I asked, overjoyed with her obvious invitation to join her in
the bed.

"Yes," she said in breathy whisper, then mirrored the smile I had on my face
with her own weak one.

I crawled under the covers next to her, trying to be careful not to make any
sudden or threatening moves.  I could feel her terror of having an unauthorized
bed partner, but she still had her compassion for the well being of others, even
for someone who she had been made believe was an enemy.

We laid in the bed facing each other, Suzi appearing relaxed but actually ready
to flee at a moment's notice.  There was at least two feet of space between us,
but I could feel her breath, her heartbeat, even the blinking of her eyes
without any help from my special senses.  I wanted very badly to just reach out
and hold her, but I knew that would have sent her flying for sure.

While I was fighting to stay awake and stretch out the time I had with her, our
eyes made contact, and a moment later we felt the empathic connection form.

My emotions started to flow all over again, and as my dry eyes tried to make a
few more tears, I was overjoyed when Suzi moved towards me for a hug.

This time we both cried, holding each other tighter and tighter as we went on a
emotional roller coaster ride together.  My memory gets a pretty foggy from
there, for at some point I fell asleep with my Suzi's arms around me.

I awoke three or four times to find Suzi was still in the bed with me, staring
at me with bright probing eyes, then sometime after three in the morning I awoke
to find her sleeping peacefully less than a foot away from me.

Even though I felt like I needed to get up, I was determined to stay in bed with
her until she awoke for the day.  At some point during the early morning I fell
asleep again, but I wasn't upset at all to be awakened by her, especially in
that way.

I'll never forget how lovely her voice sounded when she said in my ear, "Timmy?"

My eyes snapped open to find her staring at me again, but this time with a hint
of recognition.

"Timmy?" she repeated.

"Yes!  Do you remember?  Oh God, please say you remember me?"

I could feel her struggling inside, finding her emotions going haywire from her
attempts to access her past life.  I didn't dare interfere, not knowing what I
could do that wouldn't possibly prevent what I wanted to help.

Her face suddenly brightened like she had just woke up on Christmas morning
surrounded by gifts.  But her excitement faded quickly as she looked around her,
not finding anything familiar.

"Suzi, look at me," I said with my voice sounding high with hope.  "You know me.
Remember?  Timmy?  I'm Timmy."

Suzi's eyes met mine again, and without thinking I formed an empathic
connection.  I felt her searching my face with her soul as well as her mind,
having gotten just a glimpse of something she thought she knew.  My heart was
beating so hard I swear the bed shook with my pulse, and as she searched my face
for another glimpse of something familiar, I watched her face anxiously for any
signs of recognition.

But it wasn't my face, or even anything she could see with her eyes that she was
getting bits and pieces of.  And suddenly she found what she was looking for
just as I found it too.

Staring into each other's eyes but seeing each other's hearts, we moved closer
for a kiss.  It felt as if the real Suzi was reaching out to me and I was
grasping her hand to pull her partially out of the quicksand.  And that was
exactly what that kiss was to her.

Suzi, my first girlfriend, my first real love, the first girl who I had ever
danced with, showered with, made love with, the person who had given me enough
kisses and hugs to last me a lifetime, was not only kissing me again, but
rediscovering our love and making the first step towards recovering her
true-self.

But while the old Suzi was just starting to peek out, the new Suzi was still
otherwise very much in control.  As soon as she had gotten everything she could
from our long deep kiss, she started licking my mouth and chin while removing
the nighty she had been wearing.

I didn't realize my Suzi had finished her struggle to free herself for the time
being until the other Suzi uncovered my fully erect prick and engulfed it
without a single sound.  My Suzi would have never gone straight from sharing our
love to swallowing my cock whole like that.  We had always tried to make the
loving last as long as we could before giving in to our arousal.

Not that I didn't give into my arousal after she had done that.  But even as I
fucked her willing mouth, my mind was distracted by every un-Suzi like thing she
did.  No wonder Joey had given her to Steven.  It was probably the only thing he
could have done to keep himself from breaking down into tears every night.

And she was so quiet.  Suzi was never that big of a moaner, but she did have her
moments, especially when Joey or I first enter her ass.  Thank God Steven wasn't
bigger than I was in the dick department.  Suzi's ass felt just as good as it
had before, all except missing her gasps of pleasure when I had started to pump.

And she had always moaned, groaned, or something when she came.  But if I hadn't
have been monitoring her arousal, I would have never known she had cum.  She had
surprised me when she had cum, and I had missed my chance to cum with her.  She
hadn't even slowed her backward thrusts against my pounding cock during her
orgasm.  But when I felt my orgasm starting to rise, I linked up with her in a
two way, something we hadn't done in a long time.

It was hard to keep my arousal up as I experienced her side of the link.  Her
thoughts centered on the actions of which she had to perform for continuing her
existence.  There was no pleasure in it for her since she had barely even
noticed her orgasm.  Steven had made her orgasm so many times during her
brainwashing that the one she had a few moments before simply wasn't strong
enough to matter without the aid of the drug.  All she truly lusted for was to
have Steven make her cum again while under that damn drug.

So then I had to ask myself, why was she doing this?  Was the real Suzi driving
her to do it?  I couldn't tell.  Her mind was simply too twisted to understand.
So many conflictions, so many...

"Emotions!" I screeched as I suddenly understood.   I finally grasped what the
twins had been trying to teach me the day they showed me Michael's soul.  I
could see how their empathic powers were able to wipe a person's mind and create
an entirely different person.  Finely controlled and well practiced skills of an
empath could do the same thing that Steven had done with his drug.  They both
worked by amplifying the emotions of the victim.

Anger, fear, pleasure, happiness.  They were the real brainwashing tools.  And
if the twins could do it, and Penny and Steven could do it, so could I... at
least with the twins help at first.  And I had the bonus of my telepathic
abilities to help me see in ways the twins couldn't.  Of course I wouldn't be
brainwashing anyone, I would be trying to unbrainwash them.  Starting with Suzi.

But alas, I hadn't the strength to do it alone, nor any idea how to even start
to undo the damage.  I simply needed the twins, and they were still sleeping off
their last attempt at undoing Joey's brainwashed mind.

Suzi was starting to tire, while I had just thought of something new to try.  I
knew it wouldn't bring the real Suzi out, but it would dissolve some of her
overwhelming need for pleasing Steven in hopes of having him brainwash her some
more.

"Time to recondition you to be my little sex slut," I announced, turning my
magic touch up all the way, then focusing my mind on overloading her nervous
system with the sensations of my cock fucking her ass.

As soon as my magic touch started its work, her ass started to clamp down and
her speed immediately doubled.  Our minds were still sharing the sensations of
our bodies, and as she felt my cock growing larger and longer in her mind, I was
rewarded by the sounds of her grunting.

I preset blocks on our orgasms to not release until they had grown to the point
just before brain damage would occur.  I knew we would black out, but hell, as
long as I didn't wake up with anything more than a headache, it would be worth
just knowing Suzi would have become mine a little bit again.

I made her believe my cock was starting to weave its way up inside her beyond
just the rectum, her twisted mind finding the concept of my cock consuming her
from the insides to be the greatest pleasure possible.  She started to stiffen
as my imaginary cock finished filling her intestines, spitting off and spreading
through out her body, feeling like a puppet having its master's hand slipping
inside it.

This really got me hot with her thinking like that.  So when her legs started to
straighten out from their 'erection', we stood up and fucked as her mind began
imagining herself physically changing into the penis that was fucking her ass.

Her mind used the two way in manipulating our senses to produce the sensations
of her body becoming a pulsing cock.  As her arms and neck filled with my
illusionary prick, her skin began tingling like that of my cock while her
muscles contracted all over her body to stiffen herself into a hardon.

"I am a cock!" she screamed as the sensation of my dick consuming her mind
caused her to open her mouth, close her eyes, and point her 'head' up to the
ceiling like a prick ready to shoot.

As the white liquid in my real cock began to flow into her ass, we both were
consumed by our joint orgasm.  A white light rushed into our minds right after I
saw Suzi's saliva glands squirt a stream of saliva right out of her mouth
perfectly timed with my ejaculation.

And then it was as if she was no longer a separate human being.  Her body became
integrated into mine, completing the transformation into becoming the largest
cock on the face of the earth.  As the most incredible about of ejaculant spewed
out of new prick's head, I though to myself in a surge of pleasure, "She is a
cock.  My Cock," just before the white light took us beyond pleasure and into a
realm of unconsciousness.

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