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Sorcerer's Apprentice (mF+, fantasy)
By Anonymous
Jimmy Gilman was fourteen and as horny as any other adolescent boy.
What made it worse was being the only boy in a house full of girls. He
had six sisters, aged from six to sixteen. They all lived in a large
house with their mother, a widow. Jimmy and his sisters were adopted;
they were not related by blood. Their adoptive father had died two
years ago.
Jimmy's sisters, from little Amy (the six-year-old) to Kathy (the oldest
at sixteen) were remarkably lovely. Joy, an eight-year-old asian, was
Jimmy's secret favorite. Julie, a slight redhead with porcelain skin,
was, at ten, already a heartbreaker. Twelve-year-old Becky, with long
brown hair and a perfect face, was beginning to show signs of remarkable
breasts, and thirteen-year-old Cindy had already blossomed into a lovely
young woman.
So Jimmy was almost always horny, and always frustrated. It seemed he
would be that way forever. Then one day...
Jimmy sat on a bench, waiting for the school bus. Several other kids
waited with him. As they waited, a man strolled up and took a seat on
the bench. He was accompanied by a young woman of striking beauty.
She was a stunning brunette, with large firm breasts and dancer's
legs. She wore a short silk dress which barely covered her crotch. To
Jimmy's amazement, the young girl knelt silently before the man, opened
his zipper, and began sucking his cock! The other kids at the bus stop
seemed not to notice; people driving by ignored the scene as well. But
Jimmy noticed. He tried to keep from being obvious, but he couldn't
help stealing frequent looks as the young beauty gave head.
The man noticed Jimmy. "Hmm. You didn't go under. Let me see..." his
eyes widened, and the girl servicing his cock stopped her ministrations
in mid-stroke. Jimmy felt funny, like there was something crawling
inside his head.
"Well, well," the man muttered. "A potential adept of the ninth degree.
And with such...motivation."
Jimmy was suddenly afraid, but found he couldn't move. "No, my little
friend; you avoided my initial commands but you cannot resist me now,"
the man said, laughing. At that moment, the school bus arrived. The
other kids got on the bus, and so did the man and the girl. As before,
no-one on the bus seemed to notice the presence of strangers. The man
continued, and it was clear that only Jimmy could hear him.
"My name is Gavin. As you can see, I have certain...abilities. I've
found that you could possess powers equal to or greater than mine;
powers that will allow you to control the mind and thoughts of anyone.
I will train you to use these powers, if you will consent to becoming my
apprentice."
"Powers? I don't understand...I'm not sure..."
"Let me show you." Gavin looked around the bus. "That one--Jenny
Rogers. You've wanted her, haven't you?" He made a negligent gesture,
and Jenny stood and approached. She was wearing her cheerleader's
outfit, and she stood before them, a vision of blonde loveliness. She
had been an unapproachable dream, the subject of many nocturnal
ejaculations.
Jenny was standing there, looking at Gavin as if she was interested in
something he might say. The other kids on the bus seemed not to notice.
Gavin grinned at Jimmy, and said, "Watch this. It'll be just a small
demonstration of the power I can teach you to use."
"Jenny, this is Jimmy Gilman," said Gavin. "You know him, don't you?"
"Yes, the fat little twerp," she said. "Always looking at me..."
"I think your attitude is in need of adjustment," Gavin said. "In fact,
Jimmy here is the most attractive, sexy fellow you've ever seen, isn't
he?"
"Oh, yes," Jenny sighed, her voice completely different.
"In fact, you love him, don't you?"
"Yes..I love him so much..."
"And you'd do ANYTHING he asks of you, wouldn't you?"
"Anything..."
"Why don't you show him how much you love him right now? I'm sure he'd
like you to suck his cock," Gavin said.
"Ahhh..yessss...", she responded, and knelt.
And just like that, Jenny was kneeling there in her little cheerleader's
uniform, licking and sucking just as Gavin's silent companion had done
earlier. As before, nobody else seemed to notice."
Gavin turned to Jimmy, smiling. "What do you think?"
"I...um...ah," Jimmy wasn't exactly able to make conversation, as
Jenny's mouth was driving him crazy. Her blonde head bobbed up and down
as her toungue swirled over his penis. She was making little slurping
noises and grunts of pleasure as she worked over his organ.
"I take it you appreciate the demonstration. I'll wait while Jenny
finishes her little task." As Jenny worked on Jim's dick, Gavin and his
female "friend" exchanged comments on her technique.
In moments, Jenny had Jimmy on the edge of orgasm. He looked down at
her blonde head bobbing up and down on his cock and unloaded come into
her throat. She tried to swallow, but some of it leaked out of her
mouth and dripped onto her cheerleader skirt, staining it.
She licked his cock clean and stood. "Thank you, Jenny," said Gavin.
Jenny smiled happily and curtseyed, like a little girl at a music
recital. "Thank you for letting me serve, you Master," she said meekly
to Gavin. Then she returned to her seat as if nothing extraordinary had
happened.
"She's already forgotten everything," Gavin said, "but she's still in
love with you."
"Wow," said Jimmy, mostly to himself.
"You could have every girl on this bus doing the same," Gavin told him,
smiling. "Every girl in your school, if you wish."
"Wow," Jimmy said again, with remarkable insight.
"So what's your answer? Will you become my apprentice? It will be hard
work, but I guarantee it'll be worth it."
"Yes, I will," Jimmy said.
"Good. We have a bit of business at school," Gavin said.
Once at school, Gavin led Jimmy to the Principal's office. They entered
the office and the Principal, Mr. Offut, looked up. "Yes?"
"This is Jimmy Gilman," Gavin said. "You remember him."
"Yes, indeed."
"Jimmy is beginning a special course of study under my direction. He
will not be attending regular classes. This is quite normal and
proper."
"Quite normal and proper."
"Why don't you call Jimmy's teachers here, so that we can explain the
situation to them?"
Soon all of Jimmy's teachers were gathered in the office, and Gavin
"explained" to them. The result was that Jimmy no longer needed to
attend classes; he would not be marked absent and his grades would
remain excellent.
Jimmy, Gavin, and Gavin's silent girlfriend left the school.
"This is Sarah," Gavin told him. "She is one of my slaves, and her mind
is remarkably pliable. I found her in a ballet class. She's been with
me for two years, and I've programmed and trained her to an extreme
degree over that time."
Sarah suddenly spoke. "Gavin is my Lord, my Master. I live to serve him
and obey him. My flesh serves his flesh, and I will be his slave as
long as I live. I was born to love and honor him, and to give his body
pleasure," she recited, like a little girl giving her catechism.
"She's completely sincere," Gavin said. "She believes that with all her
heart and soul." He patted her on the bottom, and said, "You're a good
little slave, Sarah."
Sarah thrust her ass into his hand, eager to prolong the contact
with her owner. "Oh, thank you, Master."
"Very impressive. What now?" Jimmy asked.
"We'll return to my home and begin your studies."
"OK, but how? We got here on the bus."
Gavin smiled. As he did, a car pulled over and the driver opened the
door. The three got in. The businessman at the wheel drove them to a
large mansion in the best neighborhood in town. As the car departed,
Gavin remarked, "He'll never understand why he was late. And he won't
remember anything about our side trip."
They entered the house. Jimmy didn't know what to expect, but the scene
that greeted him stunned him into silence. Dozens of beautiful girls,
from little girls to mid-twenties, ran to greet Gavin. They were
dressed in filmy lingerie, silky panties and tiny slips. Some wore
baby-doll nighties, while others wore sheer pantyhose. In unison, they
knelt, lowering their heads submissively. "Master! We are ready to
serve you!" They exclaimed with obvious adoration.
Gavin smiled at Jimmy, who was standing open-mouthed at this display.
"Like my little harem? You may use any of them, whenever you wish.
With study, you will collect your own, beginning, if you like, with your
sweet little Jenny."
"How many..?.." Jimmy asked.
"In this house there are forty girls. I have many other servants, in
other locations, and many, many more who do not know that they are my
slaves. Yet they live to hear my command. Come."
He led the way into a luxuriously-furnished study. "This is where we
will conduct your studies. Sarah, come over here," he ordered, and
Jimmy noticed for the first time that the silent girl had followed them.
Sarah approached, knelt, and repeated the stock phrase: "Master! I am
ready to serve you!"
Gavin waved her up, and now she stood before him, arms at her side, her
full attention focused on his face. Another gesture, and now she stood
on tiptoe, body arched back so that her breasts pointed toward the
ceiling, arms dangling.
"I have opened her mind. Come here." Jimmy joined him, both standing
before the helpless girl.
"I will guide your mind into hers. Relax and let me guide you."
Jimmy felt the 'crawling worm' sensation for a moment; then Gavin's
voice spoke within his mind. "Look how I enter her mind."
It seemed to Jimmy that a firm hand had grasped his. Then he was
floating, outside his body, towards Sarah. In a moment, his
conciousness was inside hers, alongside Gavin's. Jimmy's mind struggled
to make sense of the information that flooded his mind. He seemed to
see the girl's mind as a pattern of glowing nodes, pulsing with
different colors.
"Good, good," remarked Gavin. "You begin to see. These are the centers
of Sarah's conciousness; each controls an aspect of her mind. Follow
me!"
His mind followed his teacher, through endless columns and corridors of
light. Gavin pointed out significant structures and key control nodes.
Finally, after what seemed to be a long journey, the two mentally
'stood' at the very center of the girl's mind. To Jimmy, it seemed that
he saw a pulsing, translucent crystal. In color it was pink. Other
colors, mainly blue, seemed to course through it at intervals.
"This is the center of her being. Sarah became my total slave when I
inserted my controls here. Come and see."
Now they were inside the pulsing pink core. Jimmy could sense that
something wasn't "normal" here. The blue flashes he'd "seen" from
outside were signs of Gavin's controls. The blue changed and altered
the course of impulses and signals within the core.
"Look deeper," said Gavin, and suddenly Jimmy could SEE the symbols
and basic programs that made up Sarah's personality--her view of
herself. And he saw how Gavin's controls altered that view, so that
instead of "Sara Tomlin", she saw herself as "Gavin's slave Sarah".
"Her sense of her own worth, her very inner life, depends on being owned
by me," Gavin said. "If she could not serve and obey, she would die.
Look here, where the imperative is implanted."
Jimmy saw. A key impulse had been inserted into Sarah's conciousness:
"OBEY!" "OBEY THE MASTER!" Jimmy saw that she could no more resist it
than she could resist breathing. Her flesh was property; she saw
herself as an owned thing, living only to serve and obey.
"Enough for now," Gavin said, and returned Jimmy to his own body. Sarah
stood, still in that position.
"Later, I will teach you to enter a mind which has not been opened as I
opened Sarah's. And you will learn to insert your own controls, to
reprogram anyone's mind as you wish."
"Why are you doing this for me?" Jimmy asked him.
"I recognized your potential. I feel the need to pass my knowledge on
to another. And there are more than enough 'normals' to serve us both.
I believe our kind was born to rule--to dominate--the normals. And they
were born to serve and please us."
He woke Sarah, and ordered her to sit on a nearby couch. She sat, and
at his gesture, she slumped, looking like a rag doll that had lost its
stuffing. Her eyes stared blankly ahead.
"She's in what I call 'offline mode'," Gavin told him. "Nothing can
awaken her, except for my mental command."
With that, Jimmy's training began. He spent every day at Gavin's,
usually three or four hours in study. Gavin showed him every facet of
his technique for controlling minds. As Jimmy learned, his powers grew.
He gradually became able to read minds, enter them, and alter their
programs and patterns.
He had not yet reached what Gavin called 'the first level'; but he knew
he was getting close. And he began to experiment at home, using his
sisters as subjects.
Joy, the eight-year-old asian, sat doing her homework. She was wearing
her parochial school uniform: a white blouse, plaid skirt, and white
knee socks. She sat on a bench-style chair, at her desk. Her attention
was focused on the math problem. Jimmy's attention was focused on HER.
He reached out with his mind, and easily entered hers. He inserted a
little program, easy for him by now, to make him 'invisible' to her.
Then, he "told" her mind, "It's hot in here...I should get more
comfortable."
Idly, almost without thinking about what she was doing, Joy removed her
white blouse. She had no tits to speak of, but seeing her bare chest
excited Jimmy. "My skirt's hot, too; it should come off," was the next
mental suggestion. Again, as if under their own volition, Joy's hands
moved to unzip the skirt and remove it. Now she sat, wearing only knee
socks and panties, frowning as she tried to figure out the next problem.
She didn't even know she'd stipped to her little panties.
Jimmy had a stiff erection already, excited from the control he'd been
able to exert over his exotic-looking little sister. Another idea.
Jimmy removed his pants and underwear and sat down next to her. His
mind projected a series of suggestions into hers. Again, unconciously,
the little girl allowed Jim to take her hand and guide it to his
throbbing cock. Her mind and other hand were still doing math, but her
left hand began stroking Jim's cock. Joy's right hand literally didn't
know what her left hand was doing! Her hand squeezed tigher or became
looser at Jim's command; she sped up or slowed down as he willed. After
several minutes, Jim was nearly at orgasm. He implanted a couple of
additional instructions. Then he looked at his sister, helplessly
stroking his cock, her eyes never leaving the page before her. The
other hand was still writing, solving math problems. He groaned and came
all over her soft hand. Some of the sperm shot in a little parabola and
landed on her bare thighs and panties, staining them.
Joy didn't seem to notice. Her hand collected as much of Jim's sperm as
possible and then rose to her lips. The entranced child began licking
the sperm from her hand, her little tongue moving all over her hand and
wrist, like a kitten washing itself. She still didn't know anything out
of the ordinary was going on!
Grinning, Jim got dressed. He left his sister with a few additional
instructions. She, too replaced her clothing, unaware that it had been
removed. The semen on her legs and panties would not bother her; she
wouldn't notice them. Jim left her with commands that stimulated her
interest in sex--and made certain that she would focus on him as the
object of her interest. And, deep in her subconcious, was a growing
hunger for her brother's semen, which tasted so wonderful to her as to
be beyond description. Grinning, satisfied, he left his sister's room.
She remained as he'd found her, studying math.
The next morning, Jim got another idea. He entered the shower with
Kathy, again 'invisible' to her. As she washed her lovely young body,
Jim became powerfully excited. Occasionally, she actually bumped into
him, but she'd been instructed not to notice that. But Jim noticed! He
waited until she had rinsed herself off, then activated more commands in
her mind. Idly, almost absent-mindedly, she began washing him . Her
eyes stared ahead, directly at his body, but she didn't "know" she saw
him. However, her brain saw enough to guide her hands over his body,
making sure every part of it received attention. When she reached his
rigid cock, she even knelt in order to get closer to it. Now, acting
under her brother's commands, she lovingly soaped it, using her soft
hands to clean it. Rinsing it off, she gave it a little kiss, then
stood. Jimmy mentally ordered her to turn and bend over. He took her
from the rear, pounding the lovely girl feverishly. She still was
unaware of what was going on: her mind still thought she was taking a
normal, if somewhat long, shower. At last, Jimmy shuddered and
ejaculated into her, filling her with hot semen. Her body gave a little
shudder, reacting with an orgasm that her mind didn't notice.
He had her dry him off, then released her. As far as Kathy was
concerned, she'd just finished a normal shower.
The following night, Jimmy lay awake in his bed. His mind reached out
and he probed the minds of his sleeping sisters. On a whim, he called
to Amy and Julie. The two girls entered his room like sleepwalkers.
They were dressed in filmy little nighties--baby dolls. Amy's was pink,
and Julie's was a pale green. He had them sit beside him, then began to
program them for the night's fun. A little fantasy for him. But they
would think it was spontaneous, their own idea. Their eyes opened, and
the two girls looked at each other, then at Jimmy, who was now
pretending to be asleep.
"Shhh," said Julie. "Don't wake him up!"
"I won't!" hissed Amy. "But you promised you'd show me his..."
"His penis," whispered Julie firmly. "It's called a penis. I'll show it
to you, but we have to be careful; if he wakes up..."
"Come on! I wanna see it!"
Gently, Julie removed the covers. She paused, her heart beating wildly,
then reached down and undid the buttons that held his pajama bottoms
closed. She peeled the cloth away, revealing his soft (but firming)
penis.
"I can't see it! Turn on the light!"
"No. It'll wake him up."
"No it won't. He's a real heavy sleeper. That's what Mom said,
remember?"
"Well...OK." She turned on the light, controlled by a dimmer, and set
it for a fairly low setting.
"There. Now can you see it?"
"Yeah. It looks funny," Amy said. She giggled. "Like a big worm or
something."
"Jim's is pretty big. It's bigger than Joey Dodson's; he showed me his
once, on the back of the school bus."
"Can I touch it?" Amy asked suddenly.
"I don't think so," responded Julie. "You'll wake him up for sure."
"He won't wake up. I'm gonna do it!"
And Amy reached out and gingerly touched Jimmy's organ, which gave a
little jerk at her touch.
"Oooh, did you see that ?" Amy asked excitedly.
"Uh huh. It's supposed to be real sensitive," said Julie, proud of her
superior knowledge.
"What are those things?" Amy asked.
"His...his...tesacles...or something like that. They're called
'balls'".
"Balls." Amy giggled agin. She took one of them in her little hand,
caressing it.
"Look, Amy," exclaimed Julie, in a hushed voice. "His penis is getting
bigger!"
"Yeah. It's standing up. How come?"
"When boys get excited, their penises do that. They get long and hard
and stiff."
"Does it hurt?"
"I don't think so. Once I saw Jimmy looking at one of those magazines
he keeps under the matress. He was rubbing it real fast, and it was
really long and hard."
"Show me how he rubbed it."
"OK." Julie began stroking Jim's cock, which was now 'long and hard'
indeed.
"Can I try?"
"OK, but just for a minute. He's gonna wake up!"
Amy wrapped her little fist around the shaft of Jimmy's cock and stroked
it as her sister had done. "It feels nice," Amy said. "I like it."
After a few more strokes, Jimmy decided to 'wake up'. He opened his
eyes and said, "What are you girls DOING?!"
They jumped. "We...we...uh..."
"I know what you were doing. Do you want me to tell Mom?"
"Oh, please, no!"
"Please don't tell, we'll do anything..."
"All right. I won't tell if you will finish what you started."
"What do you mean?" said Julie.
"You girls got me all excited. Look." He indicated his stiff penis. "Now
I want you to finish what you started: keep doing what you were
doing...and other stuff that I'll show you, until I tell you to stop."
"Well...OK," said Julie. "What do we do?"
"First, I want Amy to keep rubbing it, just like she was doing."
Amy approached and gingerly began rubbing his cock.
"MMMMmmm, Amy, that feels real nice. Keep doing that, just like that,"
he instructed.
"Julie, c'mere," he ordered, and she approached him uncertainly. When
she was close enough, he reached out and put his hand on her ass,
feeling the firm flesh through the slippery nylon of the nightie.
"What...what are you doing?" she gasped.
"While Amy is making me feel good, I'm going to make YOU feel good." His
hand moved between her legs, pressing insistently on her crotch. She
moaned, and pressed herself harder on his hand. The panties of her
nightie began to become wet. Jim gently pinched her left nipple,
causing her to shudder with pleasure. Now her hips were grinding her
body against the pressure of his fingers.
"Oooh," Julie moaned. "Please, don't stop..."
Jim looked down at little Amy, still stroking with all her might. He
said, "Amy, come here. Julie, do what she was doing." The two changed
places, and Jim began to fondle the little girl while Julie continued
touching his cock. "Julie, suck it. Use your tongue."
"I don't know how!...It's disgusting!"
He inserted programs to remove her resistance to the idea, and soon she
was giving head, licking and sucking nosily. Amy saw what Julie was
doing and her eyes became wide. She seemed unable to take her eyes off
the sight of her older sister sucking her brother's cock.
"Would you like to do that?" Jim asked Amy.
"I don't know...I guess so..."
"It feels really nice, Amy. Why don't you give it a try?"
So now the two sisters eagerly gave oral service, slurping and sucking.
In a few minutes, Jim was on the edge of orgasm. "Julie, I'm going to
come soon. Do you want me to come in your mouth or do you want to...you
know..do it?"
"Hmmmf...slurp...,um, I dunno."
"You want to show Amy all about sex, don't you?"
"Uh huh."
"Then let's show her everything."
"I don't know how..."
"Don't worry; I'll show you."
In moments, Julie had removed her tiny panties and was impaled on Jim's
meat. She bounced prettily, still wearing the top of the nightie. Her
breasts wobbled beneath the sheer fabric. Amy stood watching, her eyes
wide with wonder and dawning sexual excitement. Julie's red hair flew
wildly, as her body moved to the rhythm of Jim's need. She began to
moan softly, giving little cries as she was taken: "oh.......
ooooh...unhhh..AH!.......eeeE....oh..ungh...oh...oh...AH!..."
Jim looked at his sister, totally posessed by pleasure, and then at the
little girl, still dressed in that sexy little baby-doll, watching him
use her sister. The innocent child was touching herself, her fingers
rubbing the "V" of her panties. He groaned and came. The two of them
collapsed in pleasant exhaustion.
"Thanks, girls; that was very nice," he told them. "What did you
think?"
"We liked it. You won't tell, will you?"
"No, but I want to do this again, OK?"
"Sure."
The night's entertainment was over. He sent them back to their rooms,
but left the 'memory' of their 'spontaneous' experience intact.
Sometimes, Gavin brought "fresh" subjects for Jimmy to work on. These
were girls that were not in Gavin's harem, taken from the street or the
mall. Gavin brought them to Jimmy, and then allowed Jimmy to
'experiment' on them, honing his skill. Gavin was usually there, beside
him, to correct errors and guide his work.
"No, Jim, not that way. Inserting control in this manner will have
undesirable side effects. Do it like this. It's important to think
things through; with the Power, if you tell her she is a fish, she would
drown herself trying to breathe water."
The girls who served as the subjects of these experiments usually left
with no memory of what had been done to them. All were programmed as
submissive sex toys for future use. Gavin never wasted an opportunity
to add a servant.
There came a day when Gavin smiled and nodded at Jimmy's work on a
lovely ten-year old. The girl, Patty King, had been "picked up" by
Gavin as she was being driven to a Girl Scout meeting by her mother. Her
mother sat on the couch Gavin had commanded her to sit quietly and watch
as Jimmy violated her daughter's mind. Little Patty stood on tiptoe,
body arched back so that her tiny breasts pointed toward the ceiling,
arms dangling, just as had Sarah. This was 'control position one';
Patty's mind was open to Jimmy. The child still wore her Girl Scout
uniform.
Jimmy inserted controls in Patty's mind, like those Gavin had placed in
Sarah. Now he moved through her mind, adjusting her thoughts, beliefs,
emotions. He removed every trace of modesty and body shame; now Patty
would dress according to his desires, in tiny lingerie outfits. He
programmed the child to love his touch and to be unable to deny him
access to her body.
At last he was finished. Gavin entered the child's mind and inspected
his apprentice's work.
"Very good. You have learned well. She is your loving sex toy; she
lives only to serve and obey you. The first of your harem. You have
passed the first test, and are now an Adept of the first order."
He turned to Patty's mother. "We will have to adjust the mother, to
allow you to use your servant freely," he commented. Patty's mother
stood and assumed the control position. Gavin entered her mind. In
moments, Patty's mother was a willing accomplice to her daughter's new
status as Jimmy's slave. Gavin gave a wolfish grin and released her.
"Master, my daughter will serve you well," she said.
Jimmy released Patty from direct control. She fell to her knees in
worship. "Master! I am ready to serve you!" she exclaimed, her face
showing total adoration and love.
Gavin grinned. "You may as well take her now; her mother can help."
Jimmy ordered Patty to strip; she removed her Girl Scout outfit and
unsexy cotton panties. Her mother was obeying Gavin's mental command
and was videotaping the proceedings eagerly.
Gavin told Patty, "You are naked before your Master, which is fitting,
as you are about to begin a new life of service and obedience."
One of Gavin's girls entered, carrying a package. It contained a pair
of silky, shiny bikini panties in Patty's size, and a "duplicate" Girl
Scout uniform. The "duplicate" was made of transparent green nylon,
with a see-through white blouse under the outer vest. Patty donned the
"uniform", and turned slowly to display herself to Jimmy and the camera.
Jimmy was hard as stone. He took Patty's hand and led her to a soft
cushion. Seated beside the little girl slave, he said to her, "Patty,
are you ready to begin your service to me?"
"Yes, Master," she replied with complete sincerity.
"I am going to teach you about sex," he told her. "Have you learned
anything about it before?"
"No, Master. We had sex-ed in school but it was boring and didn't
really tell us anything. I've heard some things from my friends," she
replied.
"Good, Patty. Help me remove my clothes."
The little girl willingly helped him, exclaiming with innocent wonder
when his erection was revealed.
"Oooh, what's that , Master?"
"Patty, it is my cock. It is the most important part of my body, and
you must worship it and serve it. It is holy, and you must do your best
to make it feel good."
"I'll try, Master."
"I know you will. Why don't you touch it now?"
She reached out with her soft little hand and touched it. "It's so
stiff--but soft, too!"
"Yes, Patty. Your job is to make it get stiff like that and keep it
that way as long as you can."
He showed her how to stroke it, closing her little fist around it. For
several minutes, little Patty, still clad in that transparent uniform,
stroked and petted her Master's cock. Her mother operated the camera,
recording every moment of her daughter's service.
"Mmmm, that's very good, Patty. You are doing very well as my slave
girl," he told her.
"I'm glad, Master."
Jimmy took some time to explore Patty's young body. His hands roved
over her flesh, lingering on her tight ass and tits. The silky fabric
of her outfit slid over her skin. Soon Jimmy's hand was underneath the
ridiculous skirt of the "uniform" and his fingers were stroking her
shiny, snow-white panties. Patty sighed and squirmed with pleasure as
Jimmy fondled her.
"Now you must learn how to give oral pleasure," he told her. Soon she
was licking and sucking his throbbing member. She wasn't very skillful
at first, but Jimmy gave her verbal--and mental--instructions, and soon
she was giving him a wonderful blow-job. Her mother had zoomed in for a
close-up as the child gave head. Jimmy watched her blonde head bobbing
up and down on his shaft. The fact of his total mental domination and
control of this young girl increased his excitement and pleasure. Jimmy
shuddered, groaned, and pumped his cum down her throat. Patty was
already programmed to swallow, and she got almost all of it.
"You have done well, little slave," Jimmy told her.
"Thank you, Master. How can I serve you further?"
"Go upstairs and join Gavin's harem. I will call for you when I have
need of you."
She curtseyed, like Jenny had, smiling and raising her transparent skirt
to her waist. Then she turned and ran to the harem room.
Gavin sent her mother away with closing instructions.
"Well, Jim, not a bad start. You still have much to learn before you
reach the second level."
"What's next?" Jimmy asked as he cleaned himself and dressed.
"You must learn to project mental fields, useful for crowd control,"
Gavin said. "Remember how no one noticed Sarah and me?"
"Yeah. Pretty cool. How's it work?"
"I will demonstrate tomorrow."
The next day, Jimmy and Gavin returned to the school. It was the first
time they'd been back since Jimmy met Gavin and Sarah. They arrived
around 10:00 A.M.
As they walked down the corridor, Gavin said, "We need a small group for
you to begin with...hmmm...I have a good idea."
They entered the girl's locker room. "We're invisible to all within,"
Gavin explained. "I'm putting out a field that prevents our presence
from registering."
About twenty girls were in the locker room, getting ready for gym class.
"Jim, watch what I am doing now," Gavin instructed.
Jimmy used his new mental abilities to watch as Gavin constructed a new
mental field. Gavin formed a command that would suppress all feelings of
modesty or shame in the girls. Suddenly, to the girls gathered in the
gym class, any clothing other than their underwear would seem strange,
ugly, and somehow wrong. Gavin smiled at Jimmy. "Watch."
The field bloomed out from Gavin, enveloping all of the girls in the
locker room. There were sudden expressions of disgust and displeasure
from those girls who'd donned gym clothes and from those still in street
clothes. In moments, all had stripped to their panties, the only clothes
in which they now felt comfortable.
Jim felt his cock hardening as he watched the girls undress.
Gavin said, "Now you try it, Jim." He suggested an idea for a new field
to be constructed.
Jim began working on his field. It was actually more complicated than
the one Gavin had done. Sweat broke out on his forehead as he strained
with effort. Gavin checked his work, and made one or two corrections.
"All right, now release the field," Gavin said.
This field commanded everyone in the room to find the presence of Jimmy
and his tutor to be perfectly normal and unremarkable, that anything
they did while here would be proper and completely acceptable.
As Jimmy's field blossomed outward and swept over the girls, Gavin
collapsed his "invisibility" field. Now the girls could see them, but
would feel that having two males present was perfectly natural.
"Hi, Jimmy," said Wendy Lee, a pretty asian girl. Her tone of voice was
exactly the same as if they had met each other in the corridor. Jimmy
smiled at her. "Hi, Wendy. Uh, don't you think you are dressed a
little funny?" he asked.
Wendy looked down at herself. She was dressed only in a pair of pink
bikini panties and a pair of panty-hose.
"No," she replied, a little confused. "Don't you like my panties? I
bought them on Saturday at Nordstrom's. Do I have a run in my
panty-hose?"
"Turn around, and I'll see," Jimmy said, grinning.
Wendy turned, slowly, evidently quite concerned that her outfit might
not be in order.
"Nope. Looks fine to me," Jimmy said. "You said you got them at
Nordstrom's?"
"Uh huh. Mindy said they were sexy."
"I think they are--especially on you. Can I touch them?"
"Sure, if you want to." She approached him, and Jim gently began
stroking Wendy's panty-hose. "Hmm. I can't feel your panties; the
panty-hose are in the way, " he told her.
"Oh. Here, I'll take them off." She removed the panty-hose, and allowed
Jim to stroke her silky pink panties. "Oooh, that feels nice," she
said, as Jim's hand rubbed her panty-clad ass. He stroked the front,
where the panties disappeared between her legs, and she gave a little
gasp.
Gavin whispered something to him. Jimmy grinned, and said, "Hey, Wendy,
could you help me for a minute? I need to get out of these clothes and
I could use some help getting undressed."
"Sure, Jimmy." This seemed to her to be a perfectly natural request.
With a sunny smile, Wendy approached him and helped him remove his
clothes. His erect cock sprang to attention, and Wendy looked at it
with interest.
"Is that your...penis? I've never seen one before," she said.
"Yes, Wendy. It's my penis."
"Why is it standing up like that? Does it do that all the time? Must be
uncomfortable," Wendy commented.
"No, it only stands up like that when I'm with a pretty girl like you.
But it is uncomfortable. Would you like to make it feel better?"
"OK," she said uncertainly. "How?"
"I'll show you."
As Jimmy showed Wendy how to ease his discomfort, their activity drew
the interest of the other girls in the locker room. Wendy was kneeling
now, stroking Jim's cock with her soft hand. The other girls gathered
around. They knew they were seeing something unusual, but it seemed
perfectly normal and OK to each of them. As they watched, the girls
giggled to each other. "Look, she's touching his thingie," said one
girl. "Yeah. I've never done that. Wonder what it feels like," said
another.
Gavin spoke up. "Girls, Jim's cock is very stiff and uncomfortable.
Wendy is helping him to feel better. Who would like to help her?"
"I would!" "Me, too!" Several raised their hands.
"All right, let me see." Gavin selected a pretty brunette named Melissa,
who was standing there, clad only in her panties and a short half-slip.
She joined Wendy, who smiled at her, and said, "Here's how to pet it."
Wendy took Melissa's small hand and wrapped it around Jim's cock,
showing her the pumping motion that seemed to make Jim feel the best.
"He likes this."
Melissa happily stroked Jim's cock for several minutes. Jim was
groaning. "What's wrong, Jimmy?" asked Wendy, full of concern that he
wasn't feeling better.
"I think it needs something else," Jimmy told her.
"What?"
"It needs to be kissed and sucked, Wendy."
"Really? Why?"
"I don't know, but it does. I'll show you how."
Soon, Wendy and Melissa were kissing and tonguing his shaft. The other
girls giggled and commented. Some were touching themselves.
Jimmy had Melissa take his cock in her mouth and showed her how to suck
it. Soon her head was pistoning up and down on his rod while Wendy
caressed his balls.
At that moment, Mrs. Dennis, the gym teacher, entered the room.
"What's going on here!!?! How DARE you! Stop this NOW! You sick..."
Gavin looked up at her and she fell silent. He grinned. "We forgot to
place filtering fields at the entrance," he told Jimmy. Melissa swapped
places with Wendy, who continued the oral service. "This old bitch
walked right in and didn't feel our fields, which were static. She
can't move now, or speak."
Turning to the frozen woman, he said, "But you can watch. You'll
stand right there, and watch everything that happens. You'll remember
it all, but you will not be able to tell anyone or speak of this to
anyone, or inform anyone in any way, what has happened. Your girls are
about to get a new kind of Physical Education."
As he finished speaking, Jimmy pumped a huge wad of sperm into Wendy's
mouth. She didn't swallow. Gavin had the others line up and each
kissed Wendy, her tongue extracting a tiny taste of Jimmy's come from
Wendy's brimming mouth.
When all the girls had had a taste, Gavin selected two girls and had
them serve his cock. Meanwhile, Jimmy had removed Melissa's panties and
was ramming his penis into her from the rear as the others watched with
interest.
One by one, all of the lovliest girls in the group were used by Jimmy
and his teacher. At last, the period bell rang and they finished their
fun.
One by one, the girls who had been used curtseyed before them, with
proud smiles. The other girls applauded and thanked them for a
wonderful lesson.
Then the girls ran to the showers to get cleaned up, all memory of what
had happened erased from their minds.
Gavin released the gym instructor. "Go back to your office. Sit and
think about what has happened here. Know that we can do it again,
anytime we wish, with any of your girls, and you can do nothing to stop
us."
She turned to leave, but Gavin had a sudden idea. With a wave, he
stopped her in mid stride. "And you'll be sure to call me whenever a
young girl of particular beauty and innocence comes into your class. The
phone number is in your mind; you cannot forget it or reveal it to
anyone. You'll be compelled to...FEED...the most beautiful of your
young students to me. And you will watch helplessly as I use and molest
each of them. Now go."
She left.
"Wow," Jimmy said, as they left the locker room. "You really did HER!"
"She upset me by barging in. I should've been more careful. Let that
be a lesson to you; even a powerful sorcerer can make mistakes. Plan
your actions; think things through. Our powers are usually enough to
get you out of trouble, but not always. And I hate sloppiness."
They returned to Gavin's. There, as usual, they were met by their loving
girlslaves. Gavin had many more than Jimmy; Jimmy's "harem" now
consisted only of little Patty and Jenny, whom he had fully enslaved a
few weeks earlier. Patty still wore her little transparent Girl Scout
uniform; Jenny wore a see-thru cheerleader's outfit.
Looking down at his slaves, kneeling before him, Jim felt as proud as if
he owned a herd as large as Gavin's. He looked over at Gavin,
surrounded by his pets. "Soon, I'll have even more than he," Jimmy told
himself, "and they will all worship my cock."
One evening, Jimmy and Patty paid a visit to her Girl Scout troop.
Patty was wearing that see-through imitation scout uniform. The two
entered the meeting room, and the assembled girls and adults thought
nothing of it. Jimmy projected a field; suddenly everyone noticed
Patty's unusual uniform, but they thought it was *wonderful*. Girls
gathered around to admire it, asking where she got it.
Patty smiled and posed in her finery. "My Master gave it to me," she
said proudly. "Would you like him to give you a uniform like this?"
"Sure!" "Uh huh!" "Cool!" All thought this would be a fine thing.
Jimmy had the girls line up and walked down the line, selecting some
girls and passing over others. The ones he picked silently went to the
other side of the room. These became his slaves, even as Patty had.
The others were ordered to forget everything that had transpired during
the unusual meeting.
Jim looked over his new property; eight young girl scouts, kneeling
meekly before him. One by one, they displayed their bodies to him, and
he explored their immature charms. He fucked two of them, watching them
bounce on his cock. Their tiny tits barely wobbled as he pounded them.
One by one, the girls' parents arrived to pick up their daughters. All
were greeted by an unexpected scene: Jimmy being serviced by the eight
prettiest young girls; the others watching helplessly. As the parents
arrived, Jimmy enslaved them, too, programming them to cooperate in his
continued use of their daughters. Parents of the girls he'd rejected
were programmed to forget what they'd seen.
A year had passed. Jimmy was by now a powerful adept; Gavin estimated
that he had reached Fourth degree, and was near to reaching Fifth. "I
was right about your potential," Gavin told Jim. "You put out a field
stronger than mine but your control isn't as fine. You need to work on
your technique; you tend to use a mallet when a jeweler's screwdriver
would be better. But this is inexperience; with time you will be a
truly formidable sorcerer."
Now Jimmy's harem was much larger. He'd added Wendy and Melissa, and
several other girls from his school. His days were spent in study with
Gavin; his nights spent in the extreme pleasures his slaves could give.
He'd learned from Gavin the value of repeated programming of each of the
girls in his little harem. He programmed them each repeatedly, each
time refining and strengthening his control over them. Although none of
them were as pliable and perfect as Sarah, they were getting close. Jim
chuckled whenever he looked into their minds, so perfect was their
obedience and devotion to him. To his girls, he was God; his body the
object of religious worship and awe. Every act of obedience and
submission was a religious one; every time he used their bodies a
sacrament.
Jimmy's girls, like Gavins, learned the true meaning of service and
obedience. Their bodies, minds, souls, were devoted to pleasing their
Master; life had no other purpose, no other meaning. They had no
rights, only duties; no desires, other than to be near the Master and
serve his needs. And Jimmy used them, relentlessly, again and again,
taking them in every way imaginable. And the girls rejoiced every time
their Master reached orgasm.
Gavin had told him, and he'd seen for himself, that after repeated
programming, his girls became almost telepathic themselves; that is,
they were able to anticipate his desires and responded to satisfy them
before he could form a command. He rarely needed to issue verbal or
mental orders with some of his most "seasoned" slaves.
New girls were different. Their minds needed to be guided into the
perfect form, and this took much careful effort. Jimmy didn't mind; for
him it was like an art form, his girls like perfect sculptures, their
minds molded to his will.
Gavin and Jimmy sometimes traded slaves; Gavin would offer one of his
girls in exchange for one of Jim's or vice versa. The swap was
performed easily; each girl "knew" she had "always" belonged to her new
Master.
On the day he reached the Fifth level, Jimmy told Gavin, "I am thinking
of adding my sisters to my harem."
"Hmm. I'd say it's time. You have the power to control any number of
slaves; your technique improves every day."
So Jimmy went home, something he did very rarely these days. He didn't
waste any time. He gathered his sisters together in the living room,
causing them to sit in a circle around him. Then, one by one, he
reached into their minds and enslaved them. He took his time, working
very carefully on each. He wanted his sisters to be 'his masterpieces',
examples of his best work, for Gavin to appreciate.
Little Amy went first. He looked down at her. Amy wore only flowered
white panties and a tiny, transparent half-slip. So cute, he thought.
Her immature mind was easy to control. But he took a full half hour to
insert his controls and over-rides, relishing the way her mind accepted
them. It was almost as if her mind...welcomed...his controls, eagerly
incorporating them into its matrix. Soon it was as if they had always
been a part of her,
When he was finished, Amy looked up at him in awe and wonder. "Daddy,
please teach me about sex," she begged. "Soon, Amy," he promised.
Joy was next. She was wearing a powder-blue teddy. He made her a total
submissive, meek and obedient. It pleased him to see a little asian
girl so completely submissive to his will. She bowed her head and
begged him to command her. "Please use this unworthy one," she begged.
"I promise you, Joy, I will use you, and very soon."
"Ah, Julie," he said. "Come over here." She stood and approached him.
Julie was wearing a jade-green baby-doll nightie, which nicely set off
her flaming red hair and perfect skin. "Look into my eyes, girl," he
commanded, and she did, helplessly falling under his spell. Eyes locked
to hers, he turned the full power of his mind on hers. Her will was
extinguished. Now she lived only for his pleasure and happiness. She
fell to her knees, begging to be dominated and used.
Next, he programmed Becky as he rode her, his penis sliding into her
little cunt. In her mind, his commands and controls were inextricably
linked to sex and the pleasure he gave her. With each thrust, he
inserted more controls. Becky gave little whimpers of pleasure/
submission/obedience with each thrust: "OH! Yes! OH! I must...! OH! Yes,
Master! OH! My Lord...OH!..." She became more and more his with each
stroke. When she reached orgasm, he pumped his sperm into her, using
that moment to thrust his final, fundamental obedience symbols into her
mind. She gave a little scream, crying "Master, Master, Master...AH AH
AH Master!..." as her enslavement was completed. Even after he'd
withdrawn his slick cock from her, she continued to chant, her head
still moving from side to side: "Master, My Master, FUCK, Master,
Please, FUCK ME, Master...". Jim smiled down at her. He knew she would
be a good slave and would give him much pleasure.
Soon the others, Cindy and Kathy, were his eager slaves as well. He
programmed Kathy, the eldest, to be addicted to his sperm, needing it to
live. If she didn't have at least one drop of his fresh sperm each day,
she would sicken and die. Her hunger for his sperm was all-consuming,
and she would gladly do anything, anything at all, to obtain it. It
didn't matter how she got it; even contact with her skin was sufficient.
But have it she must. This addiction wasn't physical; it was "only in
her mind", but nonetheless real. And the helpless girl slave knew it.
Hmm. That was an idea. He reached into the other girls' minds and
added the addiction program to them as well. Why not?
He turned his will on his mother, programming her to cooperate in
anything he did with his sisters.
He returned to Gavin's with his sisters in tow. They followed him
helplessly, like the meat puppets they'd become. All still wore only
the skimpiest lingerie. Becky was still muttering her helpless chant.
He let her. It made him hot. He lined them up before his teacher.
"Gavin, these are my sister-slaves. I offer you one of them, her flesh
and life, as a gift in return for your teaching."
Gavin looked them over. He entered their minds, inspecting the bindings
that Jimmy had placed there. "Very nice," he remarked. Once or twice he
was surprised. "I didn't know you had mastered that skill," he told
Jim. He was particularly impressed with the job Jim had done on Becky
and on Joy.
Finally, he selected Cindy. With practised ease, he entered her mind
and changed her program slightly. Now she saw Gavin as her Master; it
had always been thus. She ran to Gavin, kneeling before him in
submission.
Jimmy was sad; he had wanted to fuck Cindy hard, while the others
watched. But perhaps Gavin would let him use her occasionally. And he
would have regretted the loss of any of them; but he owed Gavin at least
this much.
He retired to his wing of the mansion with his remaining slaves. With
the addition of his sisters, his harem had reached a dozen lovely young
girls.
In working toward Sixth level, Jim and Gavin began experimenting with
amplifiers and shields, devices which would emphasize or screen out
mental impulses. They enslaved a lovely young electrical engineer,
fresh out of school, to help design the circuitry of the devices. The
Amp was a great success. It took the form of a simple bracelet, which,
when worn, amplified the wearer's mental powers by orders of magnitude.
They were still working on the shield. It worked, but was prone to
sudden breakdowns for reasons they couldn't understand. It was
frequently "in the shop", where the enslaved girl engineer sweated over
it.
Several months passed. Jimmy decided to move into his own place, for
his harem had grown large enough to crowd Gavin's. He selected a large
mansion in the same neighborhood, and was making preparations for the
move.
One evening, he returned to Gavin's from his new place. He planned to
tell Gavin and his girls that the move would take place tomorrow.
Something was wrong. The front door was open. Jim walked in, and found
the place a wreck. There was no-one inside; Gavin and all of the
girls--his and Jim's--were gone.
Jim walked into Gavin's quarters. It was the same: nobody there,
furniture and paintings deliberately ruined. Looking around, Jim
noticed a video camera which was still running. He rewound the tape,
hoping that it would contain a record of what had happened.
The tape began 'normally' enough: a session between Gavin and several of
his favorite slaves. The young girls struggled to serve and please
their Master, offering their bodies to him. Jim noticed a new girl,
seated to the side. She was very quiet, and did not appear involved in
the fun on Gavin's bed. At last, Gavin gestured, and the girl
approached the bed. Suddenly, Gavin clutched his head. "Ahhhh! What
are you doing?!? Ahhhh!" Gavin's pain and fear were evident. He seemed
paralyzed on the bed, unable to move. The young girl left the room,
returning with a beautiful woman, who smiled down at the helpless Gavin.
Jimmy guessed she was about thirty, a redhead with large tits.
"So you made your own paradise here, exploiting young girls," she said,
her voice full of contempt. "Now it ends. There are others with the
power, others with knowledge of the amplifier. And your shield is not
yet ready." She smiled, and the stricken man on the bed screamed.
"You wonder who I am, how I learned of you and bypassed your defenses.
I am an adept like you; a feminist. I happened to read the mind of one
of your agents--one of those who notify you of choice new girls to
enslave. She managed a clothing store. I changed her programming.
Then I sent little Lisa here to you. Her mind has been carefully
prepared. She has an implanted Amp, and hidden programming, so subtle
you missed it when you took her. She funneled my power through when you
were vulnerable. NOW I shall take your "harem" and free them. For you,
there waits exquisite punishment."
She left the room, taking all the girls with her. Gavin lay, paralyzed.
Slowly, his head came up and he faced the camera. He struggled to
speak. "Jim....if you see this...I've managed to change your girls'
orientation to me... She will not find out about you. I can hide this
much from her...I think...but not for long....You must use the Amp and
Shield and fight her....She is strong....be careful...." His voice ended
in a croak, and, obviously spent from the effort of speaking, he let his
head fall back.
The woman returned, and Gavin rose from the bed, obviously unable to
resist. She left the room, with Gavin and all of his girls following
helplessly.
Jimmy turned off the tape. He thought furiously. The Amp was ready,
being charged down in the lab. The Shield was still misbehaving.
Suddenly he realized that she could have taken them. He rushed to the
lab. The girl engineer was gone; but the devices were there. He put on
the Amp and took the Shield and its plans, and left the house.
Professor Michael Simon of the Department of Electrical Enginnering
looked up to find Jim standing in his office. Too young to be one of
his students, he thought. Professor Simon was in his 50's, and an
acknowledged expert in his field. He couldn't be bothered by children.
"What do you want? Are you lost?" he demanded of Jim.
"I need your help," Jim said, and entered his mind.
Soon, Professor Simon was working full-time on Jim's problem. He
studied the Amp, the Shield, and the plans. In a couple of days, he
reported back to Jim. "The Amp is very clever but it can be improved.
I think I can increase the power by several orders of magnitude. The
Shield needs more work. The design is flawed; the resonant circuits
are overloaded. I have some ideas...."
"Hurry. Time is of the essence. When can modifications to both be
completed?"
"Tommorrow, say around 3:00."
Jim picked up the improved Amp and Shield the next day, Saturday. The
Shield was not much to look at: it was built into a ring. He put the
Amp on his wrist and Shield on his finger. Now to find Gavin and the
girls.
Where to start? Jim thought hard. The woman had said she got
information from a woman Gavin had enslaved...the manager of a store,
she'd said. Jimmy began visiting local malls. The first one was 'dry':
no clothing stores had managers who'd been programmed by Gavin. So was
the second. The third had two stores which were being run by Gavin's
agents, but neither had had her program altered.
Jimmy entered the next mall, a large one, at about 1:00 P.M. It was
packed with teenagers and pre-teens, spoiled children spending their
parents' money. Jim was well aware of the need for haste in his search:
nevertheless, he'd not had any sexual pleasure for several days now, and
he was feeling the lack of his well-trained harem. He sat down on a
bench, one of those usually used by senior citizens to watch the passing
throng, and inspected the girl-flesh that paraded by.
He selected three likely candidates. The first was a lovely little
seven-year-old named Shelly. She had china-blue eyes, long blonde hair,
and an angelic face. The next was a fourteen-year-old named Brenda, a
black-haired beauty with green eyes and large tits. Finally, he spotted
an eleven-year-old asian girl named April. The three of them, together
with Shelly's mother, now stood quietly behind the bench, awaiting his
next command. They were unaware of this: their minds thought they were
still window-shopping in the mall. All three held their skirts
waist-high, displaying their little panties to the world. Nobody in the
crowded mall noticed, though.
Three ought to be enough, he thought to himself. He led them into
Victoria's Secret. Soon, the staff, all now under his control, closed
the store and drew the blinds over the front windows. At his mental
command, all three girls removed their clothes. The salesgirls hurried
to outfit them in 'suitable' clothing: little silky panties and shiny
teddies, or skimpy nighties. It was hard finding things small enough for
Shelly, but with some safety pins and ingenuity, suitable clothing was
arranged for her.
Now they knelt before him, dressed only in those tiny outfits.
Jim turned to little Shelly's mother. "See how your daughter is
dressed," he told her. "From now on, you will see to it that she has
the prettiest, sexiest underwear. Very feminine, very sexy. Nothing of
cotton. Sexy little dresses and miniskirts, too. No pants or shorts.
I want to be able to see her pretty panties peeking out underneath her
skirt. Understand?"
"Yes, Master."
"The same for you girls," he ordered April and Brenda.
"Yes, Lord."
He began with Shelly, exploring her tiny body, his hands roving
everywhere. She giggled and squirmed in pleasure. Her mother looked
on, beaming with pride as he used her. Jim showed the little girl how
to give him pleasure, which she did awkwardly but eagerly. Soon he was
fully erect and stiff. At his gesture, Shelly stood, curtseyed, and
said, "Thank you, Master, for letting me serve you."
Next was April. She knelt before him, giving careful and prolonged oral
service. Her cheeks were concave, betraying the powerful suction that
she was applying to Jim's cock. With slow, even strokes, she sucked
him. For April, the entire universe consisted only of Jim's cock and
her mouth and tongue. Her mind was focused on only one goal: giving
pleasure to that throbbing member. Nothing else mattered, nothing else
existed. April's head bobbed, her cheeks slightly expanding when Jim's
cock pushed them outwards. Her lips were clamped around the shaft like
tight rubber rings. She made muffled little sounds of delight, mixed
with the liquid noises of her service.
April gave head for about thirty minutes. She could not tire, could not
feel any fatigue or boredom: she would have continued until she passed
out, or until commmanded to stop.
Jim felt himself about to come. He waved April away. She rose,
curtseyed, and with a smile thanked her Master for letting her serve.
Then it was Brenda's turn.
Brenda rode Jim's cock, bouncing up and down on his rigid member. Like
Becky, she was being programmed as she flounced on his shaft. She
cried, "OH! Yes! OH!...eek...Master, My Master...Please...take me! OH!
Use me!...uh...uh...Yes, I understand...I must...AH! OH!...Master...",
as Jim's programming pulsed ever deeper into her mind in time with her
wildly bouncing little ass. At last, with a groan, Jimmy filled her
slick love tunnel, as he set his final controls in her mind. She came
at the same instant, screaming, "MY MASTER! TAKE ME!" Then the spent
teenager slumped, still impaled on his cock, mumbling of her devotion
and desire to serve him forever.
He had the girls clean him up, and they left the store. The staff was
programmed as his agents, ready to notify him of prime candidates for
enslavement. He sent the new slaves home. He'd pick them up later,
after his confrontation with the enemy.
In the sixth mall, he hit pay dirt. The middle-aged manager of the
"Little Lady Boutique" showed clear signs of mind-tampering, which was
not Gavin's nor Jim's. He read her carefully, seeing the evidence of
her re-programming, and the left-over signature of Gavin, which had not
been completely erased.
Jim took her, opening her mind. He rummaged through it, searching for
any clue to the identity of the mystery woman. Ah hah! A name: Rachael
Minden. Something else: she had bought something in the store before
programming the manager. He ordered the woman to find the records of
the sale. An address in another city. Before he left, he restored her
original programming, eliminating Rachel's alterations.
Jim commandeered a car and driver and was soon drawing close to Gavin.
He could tell that his teacher was in great distress, under powerful
mental assault. As he came nearer, Jim could see that Gavin was close
to yielding to the attack. He subtly, stealthily, injected a
tendril into Gavin's mind, feeding strength to him and a single thought:
"I am coming."
Soon, he stood before a huge house, similar to Gavin's. It looked,
from the outside, like a normal home of a very wealthy family. Jim
constructed fields, letting them sweep over the house. The first was an
invisibility field, which would make him invisible to all within. The
second was more subtle, designed to cause someone to come to the front
door and open it. "I wonder what's outside, better go and look," was
the pattern.
He approached the front door. A young man, obviously one of the local
male slaves, opened the door. He was muscular and handsome, and wore
only a G-string. Jimmy entered his mind, brutally but efficiently
programming it to serve HIM rather than his former Mistress. His new
servant led him into the house and gave him directions to the place
where Gavin was being held.
Jimmy slipped into the room. His new slave stood outside. There was
Gavin, naked, sweating, bound to a table. Rachel sat nearby, eyes on
Gavin. "You must break eventually," she told him. "You are remarkably
strong, stronger than I thought, but no match for my Amplified mind.
Soon you will yield and become my slave and then you will know real
pain."
Jimmy looked at her. She was wearing a Shield. It was in her necklace.
The Amp she used was not as efficient as Jimmy's new one; it was built
into a large belt buckle.
Jimmy prepared a powerful mental thrust, designed to disable her and
render her helpless to resist. But first he must disable the Shield.
He reached out to his new slave, who entered the room quietly and
silently approached her.
The slave stood by her side. "Yes, Philip? What is it?" she said
testily. "I told you all not to disturb me here!"
"Pardon, Mistress," said the slave, "but I have a message for you."
"Do not distract me! All right, what is it?"
"Mistress..." he leaned close, then grabbed the necklace and jerked. It
came away and he began to run. Her mind reached out and the slave died,
crumpling to the floor still holding the broken Shield. Before she
could move, Jimmy released his attack. A white-hot beam of mental
energy speared into her unprotected mind. She was shocked, unprepared
for the attack. She fought back, but her defenses were already
collapsing. In moments, he had locked her mind, rendering her helpless
to resist. She was not enslaved--yet--but could not defend herself nor
attack.
Jim turned to Gavin, who was slumped in exhaustion. He cut his bonds.
"Are you all right?"
"I...I..think so. Give me a moment."
Slowly, Gavin sat up, then looked over at Rachel, still struggling under
Jimmy's binding. Together, they entered her mind and enslaved her,
making her their willing servant. They erased whole sections of
memories, beliefs, and emotions, replacing them with ones of their own
choosing. Rachel was no longer a feminist but a willing submissive
slave, jointly owned by Jimmy and Gavin.
Jimmy released the binding. Rachel fell to her knees. "My Masters!" she
simpered.
"Remain here," Jimmy ordered. "You will speak to no-one, and will not
use the Power on anyone unless ordered to by one of us."
"Yes, Master."
Now they explored the house. The found dozens of beefcake slaves, men
dressed like the one Jim had encountered. They put them all to sleep.
Then they found their former harems, occupying one wing of the house.
Jimmy's heart sunk. All the work, all the careful programming, they'd
lavished on these girls was gone, removed by Rachel. The girls were
dressed "normally", i.e., no longer in skimpy lingerie. When they saw
Jim and Gavin, they screamed and tried to flee.
Jim casually stopped their panic. He and Gavin exchanged looks. "A lot
of work to do here," he said.
So the two of them set about the job of returning each of the girls to
her former state, removing Rachel's commands and re-inserting their own.
It took several weeks, but soon the girls were all re-programmed as
loving sex toys; dressed once again as was fitting in transparent
garments and silky undies. The male slaves were gone; returned to their
previous lives.
For Rachel, a special punishment. They both used her well and
repeatedly. She was ridden and used by her new Masters, as the entire
harem looked on. She begged for degradation and humiliation, and these
requests were granted.
When they were through with her, Gavin reprogrammed Rachel yet again.
He removed her Power, rendering her harmless and unable to control
anyone. She literally forgot she had ever had the Power, and everything
about its use. He limited her intelligence to roughly that of an
intelligent dog. She could talk, in a limited vocabulary, but could
neither read, write, or do the simplest of arithmetic.
Next, while holding her in thrall, under an Amp, Gavin, in a powerful
voice of command, said to her: "From this moment on, you are a total
slut. You will desire sex with every man you see. You will offer
yourself to anyone, no matter how repulsive or ugly. And you will
crawl, debase yourself, perform any humiliating act, to obtain sex. Do
you understand, Slut?"
"Yes...I must have sex..."
"Next, Slut, you will find that you are consumed by a desire to eat shit
and drink urine. These will taste delicious to you, the most wonderful
food you've ever had. You will beg men to feed you their waste, and
thank them profusely whenever they do."
He released her. "Now go. Wander the streets. Forget this place,
this house, even your own name. Never return."
Rachel wandered out the door, a dim look of confusion on her face.
The assembled slave girls applauded and giggled at Rachel's humiliation.
"Clever Master!" chuckled one of Gavin's sex toys.
"That'll teach HER," Gavin remarked.
The two men settled in to a comfortable routine of pleasure. They
trained their slaves, using them and refining their programming. They
added new slaves, one or two a week. Occasionally they went on trips to
schools or malls, places where young girls gathered. Once or twice they
conducted extravagant orgies, where hundreds of young girls submitted
their minds and bodies to the wills of the two Masters. For the
permanant slaves, life was a continual, dreamy slumber party combined
with periodic bouts of intense sexual service.
Jim was happy. Now at Eighth Level, he felt he would soon equal or
surpass his tutor in power. Nearly every mental ability was at his
command. Since he'd reached Eighth, he could reach out with his mind
and enter anyone's mind, no matter how far away. He could control a
subject's body as if by remote control, seeing through their eyes,
hearing through their ears; every one of their senses belonging to him.
He could also reprogram minds at a great distance, no longer needing to
be in close proximity to the subject. Now women and girls rushed to
offer themselves to a Master they'd never even seen, under his invisible
control. Now parents brought their beautiful daughers to him, unbidden,
to be enslaved and used.
Jim's harem now exceeded one hundred young girls, aged from six to
twenty. Gavin's was even larger. Again, they adopted separate
residences, in order to have space for the worshiping herds of females
they commanded.