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intense.
The mother came first, at least she knew a little of what to expect.
"YESS! YESS!," she screamed, slamming her head from side to side. The
black hair flew about giving the appearance of total abandon. Her body
writhed about, thrashing against the floor. As she finished, her eyes
were filled with tears, sobbing sounds began to come from her.
Beth's moaning had become stronger. She was completely oblivious now
to her mother's state. Her lips swollen in lustful red, she rolled her
tongue along the soft surfaces. Her head bobbed and her eyes slipped
to half mast. She grunted and moaned, occasionally whimpering with
pleasure.
"OH!" Her body went into convulsions. She began to flop about
furiously, and then rigidly pulled herself into a ball. The orgasm
came so quickly and passed just as fast.
Bob finished undressing while the mother and daughter lay side by
side. He knelt beside Beth's head. She smiled.
"That felt so nice." She was still in the haze of after sex pleasure.
He grinned at her. Her mother was looking at the far wall, trying not
to meet his eyes.
"We're not finished yet."
"What should I do?," she asked.
"Get up and suck on my cock."
"Oh. I can't do that."
"Of course you can. You'll find it very exciting."
She turned away a moment. Her mother was unwilling to meet her eyes at
all. Beth got up to a kneeling position and tried to take the stiff
member in her hands. The red nails accented the difficulty she had in
holding his prick. She couldn't bring herself to get a good hold on
it.
He took her, controlling the motions more tightly than before. Her
hand now wrapped about the stem, she leaned forward and opened her
mouth. Tongue out over her lower teeth, she began to lap at him as if
he were an ice cream cone. He pushed arousal signals along the paths
of symbols in her mouth and tongue.
Her excitement grew as she licked and finally sucked him into her
mouth. He could feel the massaging tongue, rubbing the bottom of his
prick. He released control again, now that she was getting involved
more heavily.
She tried to drive him past her teeth into her throat. He'd left a
sense of desire to please him. She worked on evading the gag reflex,
unconsciously aware of his enjoyment being deep inside of her. His
prick slid in and out along her lips. The moisture of her mouth and
the gentle arousal from her tongue were bringing his heat up.
Watching her face, with the cheeks sucked in to aid in producing
vacuum, he could see her eyes were locked on his own face. She watched
him for his release, uncertain what to expect.
He took hold of the back of her head, forcing her to plunge him
deeply. He penetrated her throat, aiding her by modifying her natural
reaction to the cock at the back of her mouth. Her lips rolled
smoothly at the root of his cock, her nose gently pressed his tummy.
Plasma hot semen pumped into her throat, he could feel the spasming
movements inside his cock. The release felt good, her mouth felt
good, his hands clutched in her hair felt good. He breathed in,
trying to recover already.
He let her go. She gasped for breath. When she could control her
breathing again her face grinned up at him in exultation.
"I did it!" As she realized just what she'd done, and the look of
exultation changed to one of startled guilt. Her own pronouncement
brought the tinge of red to her face.
"You sure did," he responded.
Her mother had a look of shock on her face. She was stunned as much by
her baby's happiness at sucking cock as the act itself. Bob grinned,
knowing who controlled the situation in any case.
He sat down on the couch. Crooking a finger to Beth's mother, he
summoned her over.
"Your turn," he tried to sneer, but it came out more like a request.
Although he had no problem dominating his toys, he just couldn't make
himself sound mean yet. "You get it up for me again. No using your
hands either."
Her arms draped across his legs for support, Judy began to lick at his
prick with a bit of disgust, a reaction from her upbringing, not from
her body. Bob realized how she was reacting. He began to give her
shooting sensations of pleasure with each contact of her tongue or
lips. He caused the little jolts to trace down her torso to her tits
and groin. She began to become excited at making contact with his
organ.
Beth watched this, entranced. Her mother was sucking a cock. Sucking
the same cock she'd just finished sucking herself. Her mother seemed
[END]
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[BEGIN]
to like it too! Her brown eyes opened wide in amazement. Soon, her mother
had Bob stiff again, the short third leg hard as before.
Bob stopped her mother, who now seemed reluctant to cease. Judy allowed
herself to be pushed to the side. Bob was set on taking Beth, getting
a cherry for himself.
Beth looked at Bob's stiff manhood. Although not large, she thought it
huge. She knew she'd had it in her mouth, even to her throat. Yet
somehow it looked too large to fit inside of her.
He began to kiss her. She felt him guide her hands to the object of
her interest. Judy, her mother, was sitting to the side whimpering as
she was left out for now. Beth could see her mother, jaw open, hands
playing with her own breasts. Having her mother watch this left her
feeling very used indeed.
His hands were on the cushions of her chest, now and then twisting at
the nipples, bringing a gasp from her throat. She was panting with
anticipation, wet in her crotch. She tried to thrust her hips into his
body. She needed the physical stimulus.
He took hold of her thighs. Pulling them apart, he exposed her
maidenhood. He was determined to pop her cherry for her. She knew it
was coming, her fluids were dripping now.
"Oh, please, please don't hurt me. Please," came the plea.
He pushed her ankles, slender muscular curves, up above her shoulders,
bending her up double. She tried to hold open her pussy lips for him,
waiting for the violation of her body she now knew was coming.
With a hand to guide himself, Bob pushed the first inch into her. She
whimpered with surprise at the slight pain. Gently, ever so gently, he
pressed forward. The pressure hurt quite a bit. Then suddenly there
was a light tearing and he slipped in further much more easily. The
pain was still there for a moment.
As he began a more rhythmic in and out motion, she felt a pulse of
heat, an energy throbbing up from her cunt. The feeling came from the
top where the length of the prick rubbed hard against her. She began
to buck back against the pressure there, trying to increase the
stimulation.
Bob enjoyed her expressions as they flashed across Beth's innocent
face. A grinding fight against pain to outrageous ecstatic pleasure. A
silent scream to a hazy lost in lust softness. The tight pulled back
lips, exposing teeth as though in anger, to the fish like kissing
motions.
He dropped his face to hers and plunged his tongue into her mouth. She
tried to wrap her arms around the back of his head to pull him deeper
in her mouth. Her legs reached around his hips, using her heels to
pull him into her groin.
The heat rose within her. Like a brushfire it seared her torso,
through her chest to her throat. As they continued to kiss, she
started to scream, forcing her breath into his mouth as she let loose.
She started to whimper and cry as her body continued to lurch through
the rest of its orgasm.
He held back. As she finished her orgasm, he pulled out. She continued
to cry, working into a sobbing mess. He scanned her, but this was just
her recovery from orgasm. She probably would always cry afterwards.
The guilt at feeling so good was tremendous. She slowly recovered,
smiling.
"You best run off and clean up," he told her. There was a bit of blood
showing, the last remnants of her hymen. He grinned as she scampered
off.
He turned to Judy, who was fingering herself.
"You need attention."
"Not from you, you pervert," she snarled.
He blocked her from orgasm using the symbols. Her lust was growing
rapidly, bound to peak even if she didn't come. He excited the sense
of pleasure rising from her clit.
"Hmm, unngh!" The moan dripped from her as she flopped her head to the
side.
"You won't be able to come until I let you. Yet you will get hotter
and hotter as each second passes."
"OOOOOHH!" Long dark hair splayed out behind her, making waves of its
own.
"You'll have to beg for release." He sat down in the chair, relaxing.
"Unnngh!" Her legs straightened out sharply, her hips bucking.
"Hi," Beth said returning to the room. She came to an abrupt halt,
seeing her mother thrashing about on the floor.
"Sit down Beth. Enjoy the show," Bob directed her to the couch. She
sat without taking her eyes off the sensual display.
"OOOOOHH GOD!" Neck muscles taut, the facial expressions Beth's mother
used were of hot struggle. Struggle for release. Bob stepped up the
erotic signals from her chest and groin. He threw in a tingling
sensation along her neck, where a lover might nibble if so inclined.
"PLEASE! STOP THIS!," Judy shrieked.
"You know how to end this already," he replied.
"GOD! YES, PLEASE COME FUCK ME! OOOOOH," and she slipped into a series
of grunting moans. "PLEASE, I NEED IT. AARRH! FUCK ME, FUCK ME."
Bob laid down, allowing his penis to stand up from his waist.
"Why don't you do the work bitch..."
She crept over to him and swung a leg over him. With the slight but
soft fingers of her right hand, she guided the organ into her dripping
slit. Dropping quickly into place, she impaled herself upon his cock.
Immediately she began rocking and grinding into him. A moment later,
Judy had her hands splayed over his chest, head bent forward. Her eyes
fluttered as her hair formed a billowing tent over their heads.
Bob could see her puffy lips, tongue dashing in and out with each
panting breath. Drops of sweat rolled down the sweeping breasts,
swinging before his eyes.
She strove to milk him, trying to clench muscles in her vagina. The
grip was firm, but not real tight. He could feel her tighten and
loosen along his length. Her hips rolled with more and more urgency as
he tweaked her pleasure centers with even more heightening symbols.
"Annngh! UNNG! Annnngh! UNNG!"
Her patterned moaning and grunting got stronger. She leaned back,
jutting the ample mammaries upward from her body as she leaned on her
hands. He reached up and began to twist her nipples. The rest of her
breast's flesh rolled in waves like human jello.
"Oh!" she exclaimed with every sharp brutalization of her nipples.
Bob felt the rush of semen starting to form in his groin. He released
her artificially restrained orgasm, pinching her nipples as hard as
he could.
"AAAA!!!"
Her eyes ground closed, she forced an animalistic grunt through
clenched teeth and tight lips. Every muscle in her body tightened as
hard as rock, the only movement she allowed herself was the wild,
untamed, and violent thrashing of her head. Hair flying every which
way, she shuddered to the core of her being.
His high pressure surge plunged into the depths of her womanhood. The
seed flowing freely from his cock. He grunted through two releases of
semen into her already wet tissue.
She stiffened again. An aftershock of sex hit her, a mild additional
orgasm. The roughness of the act was letting go slowly, giving her
further surges of pleasure up and down. She finally whimpered and
rolled off Bob.
Bob smiled at the ceiling in lustful afterwards reflection.
====
He took the mother once more, making her enjoy herself far more than
she'd ever imagined possible. He took Beth again too, plunging into
her ass since she wasn't on the pill like her mother. Her humiliation
fed his desire to a furious flame.
When he left, the mother was set on learning more about how to please
her husband. So she could get more out of the intimacy as well. Beth
was set on teaching Joe everything she'd learned.
He'd been forced to adjust the two so they wouldn't destroy their
lives trying to get their partners involved.
It was very difficult to work around their theological beliefs without
destroying their personalities. He wondered to himself how the thrust
of Christianity had become so opposed to sexuality. The admonishments
against usury were more severe in the Bible. As far as he remembered,
the admonishments against sex were just warnings that it distracted
from worship. Of course, the pleasant little embarrassments gave him
such a thrill.
He didn't want Beth or her mother without those sweet humiliating
sensations they radiated like beacons. He wasn't sure if he'd ever
see the two women again. But he also kept their phone number.
Serendipity. This leisure pursuit was exhilarating.
====
Peters stood behind Jones. He waited anxiously as Jones and Heather
slipped into the entertainment room Thadeous commonly retired to
after paperwork.
Thadeous was deeply engaged in reading.
Jones pointed to his boss, and nodded to Heather. She nodded back and
began to concentrate. Her brow broke into a sweat, she seemed to
strain, clenching her fists tightly.
"Heather dear," a voice spoke from within the room. "Don't strain
yourself too hard for Jones just now. He didn't know it wouldn't
work."
The well dressed leader of the Institute stood, setting a book aside.
"Peters, I'm surprised to see you. I thought you'd have told Jones to
forget the idea. You knew what would happen."
"I did, but he insisted. I couldn't tell him why. I didn't want the
Spark hurt."
"You go now. Take her with you. Why don't you let her play with her
toy for a while." The reference to Diane set a smile upon the tech's
face. The smile worked itself into a grin.
"Thank you sir."
Peters took the red head by the arm and led her away. Diane would
service him as well, allowing him to play in the brutal manner he
now liked. Heather would guarantee it.
"Jones. What am I to do about you? You know I don't want to send you
to Jezabel." He sighed audibly. "So you finally noticed I never use a
shield?"
"Yes sir." Jones sweated profusely. His little coup d'etat blown by
the most unexpected result. Did this mean the man confronting him was
a Spark too?
"You shouldn't take long to believe I'm a spark." Almost reading his
mind. "But it isn't the case, not at all. I just happen to be immune
to their influence. My uniqueness led to rapid advancement when I
started work for the Institute.
"No, I'm no Spark. But now you tried to use one to take over from me.
Again, what do you think I will do?"
"I expect you'll send me off to her."
"Ha!," the immaculately accoutered man laughed. "Nope. Actually I
can't afford to lose you."
"What then?"
Walking across to the windows, Thadeous breathed out a sigh.
"Look, I know what you want. You want to be able to control people
like that little whore we just chased out. I'm the man who will give
it to you. You need to be patient though. First my goals. We will
control the politicians when we can get the talent to answer to us,
not some half crazy...," he waved his hand in emphasis, "lunatic like
the spark who escaped."
"What are you saying?"
"First we have to get the solutions through technology. That's why it
was so brilliant of you to remember Peters. He worked on the Spark
simulation project. He's been reforming a research team. They need to
finish the work. Without interruption from some rogue Spark who could
tear us all apart, even me."
"So then...?" Jones began to fidget, wondering why he hadn't seen the
need for the completion of research.
"Just stick with me. Between the two of us we can toss Jezabel aside,
and soon we'll run the whole country. Then you can play with the
little sluts to your hearts content. Give me your loyalty. Just stick
with me!"
"Ah, yeah." He looked out the window, looking at the mountainside
below. "Okay. I apologize. I'll stick with your game plan, you just
see to it I get what I want too."
"Deal."
They shook. Jones thought to himself, this is the most human he's ever
acted around me.
Thadeous thought, if I can only hold a team together. It will work
yet.
====
It was a long time...
The trees still stood deep in the mountains of Norway. Trees twisted
with the terrible climatic changes. In a valley below the Glittertinden,
they sheltered well, prospering despite the ages of Ice and Cold.
At their roots, a translucent red stone remained, sometimes mined for
it's unique qualities. The guardians of the trees had permitted it.
The stone was not really precious, simply unusual, and totally useless
to most people.
A handful of the people passing the valley could be heard. Yet even
now, those same people would only discover the skill if it awakened
for them.
The guardians didn't care, the trees didn't care.
From a far corner of this spinning world, a call came. The skill had
reawakened. An interesting change in the scheme of things.
In time, all the cosmos would grind to a halt and collapse in on
itself again. Trees and guardians were watching. Because it was
their purpose.
Must everything have purpose?
In the deep northern chill, the stars answered with a silent 'no'.
Author's note...
The anon server has given me a case of identity crisis. If you look
you may see either 21262 or 25611 as the anon number. Both will
reach me. I don't know what's going on. [since I wrote this para,
I've waited a day for this to post without success, so I'm trying
an alternate method...]
I've been told some of the sex scenes seem tacked on to the plot.
( :) <== note smiley ) In some cases this is true. Some scenes get
written because they seem like fun, then lay to the side waiting for
opportunities to be shoved into the story.
However, the lengthier than expected sex scene in this episode was
deliberately planned to provide at least one secluded plot point for
the 'climatic' <wicked grin> moment. Even though it seems a little
like an intermission. So if you failed to read it, too bad.
Of course the embedded book pun was irresistible. For the totally
clueless, I will drag the shaggy dog out. Ready? Okay, I'll give you
another moment and a form feed.
_A Tree Grows In Brooklyn_
Sorrrrry, I just couldn't help myself, it was so very apropos for a
shaggy dog. Those of you who genuinely saw it coming, please feel
free to grumble amongst yourselves.
Well, I didn't need to beg help to post this anonymously after all.
In the event the anonymous server dies, I will probably cease posting
_The Book_ pending another anonymous method of dissemination.
"Gosh and Golly Batman! What will we do if Blackie stops writing?!"
"It will be a sad day for Gotham City, Boy Wonder."
"Great Green Gizzards! But what will we do!?"
"Oh for Pete's sake, get a grip on yourself, it's not that bad. It's
not as if people didn't get by without him before."
(Damn actor playing Robin had an eidetic memory too, memorized the
script entirely in one reading..)
If you've something nice to say, please say it email while the anon
server is working. If you've nothing nice to say, well, thank you for
sharing and we must do lunch some time.
-Blackie
_Deep in the Pages_
In swarming numbers, the people rushed by, off on their own little
errands. Head above the crowds, Bob mused how tall he seemed in
Chinatown. Smells of oriental cooking wafted along with the more
familiar smells of dense City life.
Tony, the kid's name, had led him here. The boy would have walked the
entire way, but Bob decided a taxi would serve them better. The
expatriate Pakistani driver understood just enough English to get them
downtown.
The narrow side streets were cluttered with little store displaying
signs mostly in the artistic script of China. Because Tony could
understand them, Bob had little difficulty reading the signs. They
went down an alley with a sign touting printing services.
Like most alleys, this one was narrow, with fire escape ladders on
either side. Trash bins were against the walls, some missing their
lids entirely. A rotting smell impacted Bob like a brick. He could
sense the intelligences behind hidden eyes, watching them pass.
At the end of the alley, they came to a red enamel painted door. Tony
looked about furtively, then knocked. Bob reached through the door,
and took hold of the guard whose duty it was to screen visitors.
The door opened quickly. Tony led the way in.
He led along a gaudily decorated hallway, something like a bad Chinese
restaurant. Tony waved Bob to follow him up some stairs.
Bob locked onto every mind he could find along the way, planting
seeds of loyalty to himself. He didn't want to leave in too much of a
hurry.
On the second floor, they passed through a barroom filled with young
oriental girls. Most of them in stylized dresses, with carefully
prepared makeup, some dressed very skimpily. Bob didn't need to read
their minds to know what they were here for. Thoughts of lust
emanated from the small rooms beyond. The girls were mostly bored.
Another set of stairs, Bob knew he'd get winded if they climbed the
entire building by stairway. It turned out this was the last flight.
They passed through a heavy, possibly metal, doorway at the top.
A very tastefully oriental decor graced the room they entered. An
equally tasty looking young lady sat a reception desk before the only
other exit. Her pale face was round and smooth, her olive complexion
brought out the color in her seemingly slanted eyes. Her jet black
hair was pinned in place atop her head with carefully crafted hair
sticks.
Tony walked up to the desk.
"I'm here to see Chi."
"Tony, you know you're supposed to call first." Her voice was soft and
seductive even with a scolding tone. "Who is this guy?"
"This is Bob..." he stopped as Bob waved him to silence.
"Let me lead you in," the now completely controlled receptionist said.
She stood gracefully, as though accustomed to being ornamental. Her
walk was a gliding motion, feet out of sight in her long dress, a
silky white thing with stylized red dragons on it. She opened the door
behind the desk and stepped through.
Bob followed, with Tony following respectfully behind.
The door entered into a large office. The decor was similar, a Bonsai
at the corner of a great Oak desk. The woman led them to one of three
other doors and through to yet another room.
This was a bedroom. A large bed graced the center of the room and on
it an older Chinese man was obviously at his pleasure with two very
young girls. None of them noticed the intruders immediately.
"Mr. Chi," spoke the receptionist. Her voice remained enticingly
desirable, even with the stress of interrupting her boss. Yet when
Chi broke away from intercourse, there was white rage in his eyes.
Before he said anything, she gestured to Bob. "This gentleman is here
to see you and it was urgent."
"Cindy, you will suffer for this indignity. You knew I wasn't to be
disturbed!"
"Forgive the girl, Mr. Chi. She had no choice." Bob interceded without
controlling Chi. Yet.
"Just who the hell are you!?"
The two girls had scrambled to the side and were covering themselves
with sheets. Bob noticed they were twins. How very interesting. He
waved the receptionist and Tony to step out and settled into a chair
before answering the Tong equivalent of Godfather.
"I'm the man who can walk through any defense you create without
anyone seeing me."
"Ninja? You can't be, if I was to die, I'd never know."
"Ninja!? I thought they were a myth."
"They are, for the most part. There are killers though, good ones,
some who think they are Ninja. It would not surprise you to know I
thought you were one such? Do you mind?" He nodded towards his
clothes.
"Oh no, by all means. Get dressed. But while you do, I'd like to
talk."
"Okay. You know my guards will tear you apart when they get here?"
"They won't. But that's unimportant." Bob admired the two sisters
cowering to the side. He flung out a control probe, making them drop
their sheets, and displaying themselves for his scrutiny. "Yesterday,
I was in Brooklyn. This wouldn't be important normally, but it was to
investigate why a pair of goons tried to kill me recently. As you
might imagine, I was quite upset."
Chi simply nodded, acknowledging the remark. He'd pulled on his pants,
and was working on his shirt. His jacket lay folded in a neat, if
bumpy, pile along with his tie.
"After my business dealings on the subject, I found myself wandering
one of the local parks. In that same park, the young man who just
stepped out found me. He made the second attempt on my life. Oddly
enough, he received his instructions from you. Or so he says."
The man now held a pistol pointed at Bob. Bob took control of the arm
and forcing it to the side, making Chi's thumb reset the safety. Chi
looked stunned at the actions of his own body.
"As you now can see, I don't need your cooperation. It just suits me
not to overuse my skills."
"Seven Hells! How did you do that?"
"Think of me as a Sorcerer. You seem to already have that concept in
mind. Yes, I think Sorcerer will explain it best in these digs."
"What do you want of me?"
"For starters, I think I'll take the Wu sisters home with me today.
You should make a gift of them to me. They look like exquisitely fine
fucks." By now they were poised beside Bob, legs crooked in a model's
stance, chests thrust forward to show their small but firm breasts,
and their arms spread palms out in supplication.
The man's rage reappeared. He didn't like his ownership of the two
little harlots begin dismissed so easily. He had waited for these two
to reach sexual maturity for years.
His anger passed quickly, replaced by calculated thinking. He
realized the veiled threat implied by Bob's manipulation of the two
girls.
"I'll tell you anything you want, but my orders came through channels
from the Tong's national leadership. All I was told was to send
someone to get you, someone expendable."
"Yup, that's Tony. If anyone's expendable, he is. So how did you know
to get me in Brooklyn?"
"I was told you'd be there. Not why."
"How come you actually talked to Tony yourself, instead of some
lesser thug in the Tong?"
"Ha!" The older man laughed for a moment. "I can see you know little.
I shall explain. It will amuse me while I contemplate the method of
your demise.
"I received orders to see to making the arrangements myself. Tony was
chosen because of the combination he had shown of devotion and
disposability. I would not violate honor throwing away someone with
such loyalty not knowing what had been lost. I see his loyalty was
more changeable than I believed. His entire family will be punished.
He should have died before yielding up the Tong."
"You know how little control over his loyalty he had against my
talents. Why do you still need to punish him and his family?"
"The cause does not matter, only what his actions matter. Others
would sway like so many reeds in the wind if his example became
known."
Bob finally scanned through the man's mind. Mostly he'd told the
truth. Chi cared only for Chi. He knew exactly how to run his
organization, and New York was his venue. This thing was an
embarrassment because he'd had to dirty his own hands. He didn't like
that much.
A little kernel of omitted fact had remained withheld from Bob. The
higher organization had only passed on the contact. A man in a church
in Harlem. All the information came from the unusual black man, even
where Bob would be, although not why.
Bob ran his hands along the sides of the two girls, one now to either
side of his chair. They sighed, letting their heated and lustful
desire show. He let them writhe, anxious for his touch.
The Tong boss was irritated by this act. He couldn't get them to
respond so, and if they did it would be a performance, not genuine
lust. He controlled himself rather than anger the frightening self
styled sorcerer.
It didn't matter much, Bob would do as he pleased with any man
ordering his death. Even if only a middle man in the operation.
Bob adjusted Chi's memory. This had been a pleasant and profitable
meeting, or so he'd remember. As a gift of friendship, he'd given the
two girls to Bob. The entire assassination issue never happened. And
Tony's family would be safe too.
Bob didn't really want the twins. Their little bodies were ravaged by
drugs and abuse, and he simply couldn't bring himself to leave them
here. He also wanted to do something decent, to assuage his own sense
of virtue. He would do a serious job of reprogramming their lives, as
soon as they all left.
For his own pleasure though, he did bring Cindy along. That breathy
voice was so hot, he wanted to hear more of it.
Soon he would have to visit 121st Street, reaching into the heart of
Harlem. He'd heard so many bad things about the primarily Black
neighborhood. It didn't sound like much fun.
====
The offices of Schmitz, Martin & Lear had an unusual aspect to them.
The offices weren't so much those of a Law Firm, as the placard
outside suggested, as that of a private club. It made sense since the
club was the Cabal.
Past the receptionist, oddly enough a pert little oriental ethnic
lady, were what appeared to be fully functional offices. Anyone
walking to the back would come across a bored looking security guard.
Ostensively he appeared to be guarding the file vault.
In reality, he was the last check point before entering the expansive
suites of bedrooms and entertainment rooms. There was even a
substantial dining room complete with serving staff. It was more like
a concealed hotel and brothel than anything else.
In fact, there were quite a few staff members. Almost all of them very
pretty or handsome, depending on choice of gender. For some members,
this was a dumping ground for used toys, former mind slaves who could
just be set free. They liked to trade the mutes they'd found though,
and kept stock on hand for large parties.
Bob felt he understood Charles disgust with the members at the
leadership level. It was simple enough to release these people to
live more or less normal lives. It wasn't as if there was any shortage
of mutes around.
One of the servant girls walked up to him. Her blouse was a revealing
silk affair that left nothing of her ample breasts to the imagination.
She bobbed in front of him, smiling. She struck a pose intended to
give maximum access to any part of her body he wanted to touch.
"Master Charles will see you now. Would you like me to lead you to
him?"
"Yes," before she turned he gently caressed her right breast with his
left hand. He could feel the soft skin wasn't restrained by a bra,
her nipple hardening immediately. She sighed, contented at any use
made of her.
"Oh yes, I do like that," she breathed out in a sultry tone. She
offered, "I'd love to make you happy with me."
Her eyes locked onto his, pleading to be treated as a toy.
Partly because it was too easy, partly because he wasn't the one
controlling her, he dropped his hand to his side. She shrugged, as if
waking from a pleasant dream, and walked off. He followed, admiring
the lilt her heart shaped bottom had with her steps.
She opened a door, waving him in. He had no doubt that if he pulled
her in with him, she'd gleefully perform any act he wanted. As he
looked her in the eye, she winked seductively at him. He stepped into
the room.
It appeared to be a sitting room. There were many sitting rooms in
these offices. This one had high backed, deep cushioned chairs,
upholstered in thick red velvet.
Before him, in one of the chairs, sat the enforcer of the Cabal. The
Inquisitor they named him. The man looked like a college professor,
in relaxed clothing, a brown sports jacket and gray slacks. He'd
added one element to his general appearance since Bob first met him.
Charles was affecting a pipe habit.
At the far wall, a TV encased in a cabinet blared. Bob caught a
glimpse of someone pounding away at a pulpit with a red covered, gilt
edged book. Ah, some Holy Roller, preaching from the boob tube. The
TV clicked off as Charles pointed a little black box its general
direction. Charles was certainly interested in the God business
lately.
"Much as I hate the idea, he may be one of ours. If so, he's got to be
reined in. Too much political involvement." The voice came from the
deep chair. After a moment, Bob realized Charles was talking about the
pulpit pounder.
Charles turned and broke into his best 'for company' smile. Bob
wondered if Jorge would have to do the job, dropping his search for
the Institute.
"How do you like the Big Apple?" The remote control box was put to
the side.
"I'd like it better if people didn't keep trying to kill me."
"Jorge said something had happened. A couple guys at one of the local
eateries?"
"And yesterday a kid with a rifle in a park."
"I didn't know there was a second attempt. The good Lord must be
watching over you."
"Yeah? More likely I've been watching over me."
"I suppose it's possible the Institute knows you're in the City. How
is beyond me, though."
"Could be. You got any further leads on those clowns?"
"No. Jorge thought he had a hot lead in Seattle, but it didn't pan
out. We haven't uncovered anything at the 'rehabilitation center' to
chase after either."
"I see." Bob slid into one of the seats. There was something to be
said for a nice soft chair.
"What has Jorge told you?"
"He just says he's working on it. Then he tells me to come talk to you
if I want any more help. Say, there is something you could tell me..."
"If I can."
"Tell me the history of the Cabal."
"The Cabal as we know it got it's name under the reign of Charles II
of England..."
"No, no. Before that, it must be older than that."
"Well, I'm a little sketchy. There are some official archives. They're
in Scandinavia. But I can tell you a few things.
"No one really knows when it started. The first telepaths to band
together in a mutual protection society did so before the dawn of
time. At least, before records were kept of it. Keep in mind they
lived as parasites on the civilizations going at the time, and as
such didn't bother much with their own records until later than
everyone else.
"The earliest records I heard of date to Crete. There were some pretty
bizarre happenings, but back then the Voice was just a manifestation
of the will of the Gods. Barbarous brutes.
"In Greece and Macedonia, a small group under the control of a man
named Aristenes wandered aimlessly for a while. We found some records
of them, referred to as the Ghostly Ones. From time to time they'd
enter one of the City States and make off with a bunch of women or
supplies, leaving as little memory of their visit as possible.
"The Romans were the first to actively persecute telepaths. They were
executed as dangerous soothsayers. This was when the first real
organization thrived. Back then we were the Senatus Secretus or some
such Latin thing, the Secret Senate.
"Over the years, the group operated as puppet masters. They pulled the
strings behind the political scenes for some time. Then a few of them
fell out amongst themselves. There were some pretty brutal wars
fought. You look in the history books and see internal conflict. The
period of Caligula was particularly bad. What I see is the
manipulation in striving to dominate other telepaths by military
force.
"It was quite messy for a while. It wasn't until the middle ages,
oddly enough still from Rome, that the leadership reconciled. They
immediately set about trying to create rules to protect themselves
against armed conflicts they'd created.
"Not that any of them gave a damn about the mutes. No, it was self
preservation they were worried about. When entire civilizations go to
war, everybody goes to hell and no one is safe. God bless, it was one
thing they did right.
"There were a few rogues back then too though. Various different Kings
surged forth with ideas of conquest. Advisors were thick as flies.
Often there was someone with a Voice amid the flies.
"So the Senate put together a team of Voices to enforce the
unofficial rules. They banded together through whatever was the best
communication channel at the time, and tracked any Voice breaking
cover."
Charles banged the pipe he held against his palm.
"Back then it was easier to cover up the damage. It was also much more
likely any rogue Voice would be executed rather than persuaded. This
century, there have been a few high profile Voices. We've done the
best we could to control them."
"Like who?," Bob broke in.
"Many should be obvious. Adolf Hitler who had a whole set of Voices
following him. Josef Stalin, and oh yeah, another World War II name,
General MacArthur. Here in the '50s, Joe McCarthy. A man named Jim
Jones who led a religious cult. There have been a few popular Rock
stars you won't remember because their music was awful, but their
concerts were great. Some Country/Western musicians, and not a few
movie moguls, even Howard Hughes. Hollywood draws Voices like a
magnet, I've got three permanent agents there now. How about Nick
McFarrin? There's a name you won't know."
"Nick McFarrin?"
"All the nonsense about the conspiracy to assassinate Kennedy had to
come from somewhere. Nick did it."
"Ho ho!" Bob chortled. "All that huzzah, and some guy with Voice was
behind the whole thing?"
"Yup. Didn't like Kennedy's space program stuff. Real obscure reason,
eh?..."
Charles paused, looking up at the ceiling in disbelief for a moment
before continuing.
"Anyway, we've been running under pretty much the same loose
organization since the days of Rome. We just added some rules to
protect ourselves. The name change happened because some bright Duke
in England proper put two and two together. It added up to the Secret
Senate and so he started a Witch hunt.. The organization dissolved for
a short while, after he'd executed a few of the leadership. Turned out
he was immune to control or something.
"It was pretty rough for a time I'm told. But we don't have an
official historian. Just a sparse bunch of old records, carefully
kept up by the mutes brought in to do tedious work. They think they're
monks, by the way.
"After that, the name Cabal stuck. Some idiot recently suggested we
change it again to something like Illuminati. Read too much popular
fiction in my opinion. So the old titles remained even with the name
change, Inquisitor was the original title. Originally some kind of
sergeant at arms."
"What are you going to do about these attempts to kill me?"
"Nothing. It's your problem. I suggest you go borrow a few detectives
from the police to investigate for you. It's what any other Voice
would do."
"You're joking, right?"
"Nope. I have real problems. The Institute for one. The idiot on the
TV when you came in for another."
"But it is the Institute!"
"When they show up with mind shields, then I'll believe they represent
the Institute. In the meantime, they're just mysterious goons.
Possibly just working for some gangster husband you've upset. You can
handle that yourself."
"Umm." Bob sat and contemplated. They both stared into space a while.
"I have to leave," Charles finally said. "Have fun while you're here.
Adieu."
Charles walked out, leaving the door slightly ajar.
Bob felt as though he had peered into the glass bottom of one of those
eight ball prediction gimmicks. 'Answer hazy, try again later' kept
coming up.
A clock ticked mechanically over the fireplace he hadn't paid any
attention to. Since there was no help to be had here, he'd have to
back track the would be killers himself. A chill crept down his
spine.
"Hello?" came a woman's voice from the door.
"Yes?"
"Oh, I thought there wasn't anyone here. I was going to clean up.
Never mind." She turned to leave.
"Wait," called Bob.
She turned back. He looked her over. Shapely, a bit bustier than most
women, she wore a simple little maid's outfit. Her blonde hair was
styled into an attractive perm ending at her bare shoulders. The legs
she displayed curved eloquently atop 4 inch heels. Her stockings were
straight, showing a neat little line up the backs as she turned.
"Step in here."
She walked forward, her bustline wobbling nicely.
"What's your name?"
"Jodi."
He appraised her carefully. She was in very good physical condition,
even if she'd been adjusted by someone else. He probed her gently.
The blundering fool who made her a mind slave wasn't very subtle. The
changes were implanted as though with a lead brick. Bob spent the next
few minutes undoing the total suppression of her personality. At least
the parts obliterating her ability to show initiative came away
without too much trouble.
He was beginning to see why the other members didn't cut their slaves
loose afterwards, they couldn't.. If all the mind slaves were like
this, they couldn't function in normal social lives without going
insane. They'd all be entirely imprinted sex toys with limited other
skills.
He shook his head with mild disgust. Why throw away other useful
skills? Maybe Charles already knew about this incredible waste. He
returned to examining the full grown woman, now toy.
He kept her under a mild control yet brought back the Jodi who
apparently had worked in the garment district. He reflected on what he
learned about her prior life, deciding the new one wasn't much worse.
Her life as no more than sex toy automaton would soon be over, but
she'd still serve some time as his personal pet for the evening.
He kept her at his side, setting her to believe she was his girlfriend
dating back to high school. She knew for certain they'd done
everything together a sex crazed couple could do, and she loved it.
She practically clung to him. He'd have to reset that as well.
On the way, he spotted the servant he handled delicately earlier. She
smiled as he slipped his hand into her crotch to serve as a come
along. He suddenly felt very hedonistic.
====
The bedroom sported a king sized bed, a bathroom off the side, enough
room for entertaining with furniture to do so. There were a plethora
of inanimate sex toys in a rack along the wall as well.
Bob closed the rack of sexual paraphenalia, snapping it shut to avoid
looking at some of the more esoteric devices. Implements of torture
were definitely not what Bob wanted.
He turned to look at the two women waiting by the couch. Jodi looked
confused, as though she'd been absent and only just returned. Her
maid's outfit continued to accent her shapely body. She simply wasn't
as relaxed as before.
The other servant was Naomi. She poised for whatever use he might
make of her. Her legs placed perfectly, her breasts straining the
silk blouse, she even tilted her head back nicely to display the soft
skin of her neck, available for his lips and teeth.
He allowed Naomi to preen for him. He began rooting around in her
mind the way he'd explored Jodi. In a matter of moments he'd changed
the severe impression forcing her into a robot to something more
closely approximating an erotic sex partner. He hoped.
She remained poised as before. The difference was that he was
unquestionably her owner. She was no longer a horny free for all
nympho, but instead a devoted lover determined to please her man. No
matter what he asked of her.. He'd done what he could to increase her
sexual response, and improved on the sensitivity of her nervous system
wherever he could.
"Remain posed for me. Stand so your attractive sex stands out for
everyone to see."
She smiled, showing the slightest hint of her pearly whites behind the
moist red lips. She allowed her head slight tilts to either side,
eyes fluttering as though in ecstatic leisure.
He enjoyed the little display a few minutes, then turned to look at
Jodi. She was prepared to be used as well, although uncertain how
she'd gotten where she was. Her memories of the last two years had
been completely embedded in the forced automaton mind set. She could
recall the trip from the sitting room to here.
Good, he thought. It should get more pleasant now these two are real
people again rather than mere puppets. God almighty, what a mess.
"Jodi, why don't you come over here in front of Naomi. Face her," he
added. "She'd like to see you play with yourself."
Jodi complied with her instructions. Standing before the lightly
swaying Naomi, she lifted her skirt, revealing a patchy covering of
hair. She started to rub herself, looking Naomi in the eyes.
"Oh," Jodi mumbled, "oh my."
Bob slipped up behind Naomi. He reached around the front of her
clasping her breasts lightly with his hands.
"Oh yes!," the woman reacted by trying to grind her ass back against
his groin. His fingers worked her nipples, erect already, causing her
to issue animalistic moans.
Jodi's jaw hung slightly open, her tongue jammed into the corner of
her mouth as she strained fingering herself standing up. Her eyes were
hazed over with the passion of one striving for orgasm, pushing for
it.
Bob brought his right hand behind the woman he was physically using at
the moment. She tried to wriggle against him, but he pushed her bottom
forward and lifted her skirt. Gently, he slipped his middle finger
between the cheeks of her ass, and in her by the back door.
"Yike!" She tried to stand even higher on her toes as she yelped. The
heels she wore already giving her odd balance problems, the result was
a half stagger step forward. Bob stimulated her with the symbols at
her groin and she let out a low hiss of heated lust, staring straight
into the eyes of the woman heaving before her.
Jodi was busy rubbing her chest through the fabric of the flimsy
blouse the servants had to wear. Since she wore no bra, she had easy
access to her nipples without really undressing. Her sweat made all
the bumps of her nipples stick out visibly anyway, their stiff shapes
jabbing the wet fabric.
"Put your hands on her shoulders," Bob directed the woman under his
hands.
"Oh, uh huh," With a staggering step, Naomi placed her hands on the
other woman's shoulders, allowing her head to droop as she panted.
Bob stepped back, and peeled off his own clothing. His cock was erect,
the two waiting sex toys either gasping or panting out their lust.
The bed was large enough, he decided. Sitting at the edge, he felt the
surface of the cover. Finding it was soft and comfortable, he decided
not to strip it to the sheets.
The women were still standing together, Jodi frantically fingering
herself, Naomi panting with her head down. He reached out some symbols
and sent a flood of pleasure through Jodi.
"OH GOD!" squealed the blonde. Shuddering in her standing position,
she struggled not to fall. "YESSS, YESSS, YESSS!"
A moment latter, weak kneed and exhausted she whimpered as she
continued to try arousing herself with her fingers. He hadn't told her
to stop.
"Okay Jodi, you can stop now," Bob tried again to change her to allow
her more initiative. It was very difficult to fix the damage the other
members had done here. "Why don't the two of you come over here, lick
me, and give me a nice display of you at my cock?"
Smiling with a heated inner desire Naomi was the first to reach the
side of the bed. She bent, stopping to push her tongue into his mouth
in a passionate kiss. Then she knelt, and wrapped her long fingers
about his prick.
A pink tongue tip slipped out between her red lips and started to
caress the glans. The soft velvet touch left Bob drawing in his own
sharp breath.
Jodi was pulling her clothing off as she approached the bed. She took
off the skirt and the blouse. Her hair remained bouncy despite the
sweat from her earlier exertion. She was naked quickly, and bent
before him for a kiss, easily as passionate as Naomi's, breasts
swaying beneath her as she leaned.
Then she too bent to her knees, watching Naomi engulf the head of his
manhood in her mouth. Looking for an opening, she stretched her neck
forward, allowing her to nip at the shaft of his cock as the other
woman pulled back. Jodi tried to work her lips over his cock, pushing
Naomi aside with a sisterly kiss on her lips.
They traded turns, each one plunging the length of his prick with
their mouth, making tasty slurping sounds as they went. Occasionally
they paused to neck for a moment with each other. He placed his hands
on the tops of their heads, allowing the mouths to suck him in at
will. Neither had trouble with gag reflexes. They had been trained
to perform this way before.
He was pleased to watch as they would took breaks to duel with their tongues
over the trunk of his prick, both licking at him and each other. It
was time to do something else, he decided.
"Naomi, on your back, spread 'em," and he took Jodi's arm in his hand.
"Once she's in place, I want you to start licking her. Make her come
for me. But I want your dainty little tush up in the air. I'm going to
enter you while you eat."
"Oh God! I really want you in me."
"Me too," added Naomi.
"Oh, I'm sure you would. Play with your lovely tits sweetheart, I
want to see erect nipples while you're being eaten."
Jodi climbed up on the bed, placing her face in the spread crotch
before her. She began to lick and tease the outer lips with her
tongue. Naomi started to let her head roll as her pleasure rose.
Jodi's hips remained up, she kept her place on her knees.
Bob saddled up behind her, holding his prick in his hand. He rubbed
the swollen member against Jodi's slit. Finding the opening moist and
ready, slid in, enjoying the tightness around him. Once completely
in, he took hold of either side of her waist, and started his motion.
His thrusts pushed Jodi forward, pressing harder against Naomi's cunt.
Naomi sighed lightly. With both of her nipples between her fingers,
she looked down at the engorged flesh of her breasts. She was
engaged in watching her own arousal, abdomen writhing about with
partly involuntary response.
Jodi's tongue was trying to reach inside Naomi. She thrust it in as
far as possible but only got an inch or two past the outer lips. Her
round little chin would slip in a little too, bringing a gasp from the
woman beneath her face.
Bob watched the woman's head bobbing forward and back as he pumped
into her.. Her hair floated along the other woman's thighs. He could
sense the light sensations of pleasure tickling up to Naomi's hips. It
had a soft luscious glow to it as the heat rose within the prone
woman.
"Ohnnggha!" Naomi moaned, mouth open, tongue showing behind her teeth
and lips. She repeated the moan, "Ohnnggha!"
His penis was as deep as he could plunge inside Jodi when he saw Naomi
begin to come. Her head twitched violently from the rising orgasm,
hair forming a halo on the bed beneath. Her shoulders arched, flinging
her head backwards.
"AYYIEEEE!" she screamed. "YESS!"
Jodi kept lapping away, whenever she could get in position at the
screaming woman's cunt. Bob was pounding into her harder than before,
enjoying the soft cushion her ass was providing him.
He could feel pulsing heat throbbing up from his scrotum. His prick
was swelling with the plunging semen, rushing to it's destiny. The
seed spilled into Jodi's burning pussy, heading deeper than his prick
could reach.
He used the symbol's to force an orgasm from Jodi, while he knew he
was still coming. He shot the symbols of fast and brutal release
through her cunt and abdomen.
Jodi's head flung back suddenly. She gripped the legs to either side
of her tightly in her arms, digging her fingers into the flesh with
intensity. Although Bob couldn't see her face, she was obviously
contorted into a mask of total release.
"OHHH. OHHH. OHHH GOD! FUCK ME! PLEASE FUCK! ME! AIEEEEEE!" she let
loose a stream of yelling while her head slammed from the right to the
left and back again. She struggled to pull away from Bob as she hit
what she thought was the peak. He didn't let her. He forced another
spasm through her body with a jolting thrust of his own final orgasm.
"Unnng!" grunted Bob.
"AIIIEEEEYAA GODDAMNIT YESS!" screamed Jodi.
"Ahhh," sighed Bob, coming down again.
Jodi collapsed forward onto Naomi, who pulled her close. They lay
there panting, all trying to catch their breath. Their sweat mingled
as they all bundled close together.
====
After lying there for a while, the women went off to the bathroom.
They refreshed their makeup, starting to straighten up the room
afterwards.
Bob watched with amusement as they went through the cycle of chores
they'd assigned themselves. They were still naked as the day they were
born. Yet they tried to make every movement enticing to him, habits of
service here at the Cabal's offices.
Watching Naomi's buns wag as she bent down to collect her shoes was an
exciting turn of events. She didn't simply bend, she sort of rolled
herself at the waist. The hint of curly pussy hair between her thighs
was an attractive reminder he hadn't really entered her yet.
He decided it was time to rectify this little matter.
"Naomi, I want you to bend over the couch so I can look at your lovely
little tush," he commanded.
Naomi shrugged, and set aside the work she was doing. She lay herself
across the back of the couch, head in the cushions, ass in the air.
Jodi stopped flattening out the bed sheets, curious if her attention
would soon be demanded as well.
"Is there any oil in the bathroom?," he asked her.
"Yes my love, I will get it for you," Jodi hurried from the room. Soon
she returned with a bottle of baby oil.
"Rub it into her cheeks, then into her ass."
Jodi turned, and poured the oil into her hand. She rubbed her hands
together for a few moments, then started to massage the oil over the
prostrate woman's ass. As she worked it into the crack, she started to
work a finger into Naomi's little rosette. She added a touch more oil.
Bob remembered exploring the exposed tush with his own fingers
earlier. A smile crossed his face. He picked up the oil and began to
massage his presently limp cock. Then he changed his mind.
"Jodi, come get me hard for Naomi."
Jodi looked back, and smoothly went from feeling the other woman to
rubbing the oil along his prick. Her fingers glided along the
hardening prick, stiffening from contact with her hand. Bob let out a
low groan of his own.
Jodi smiled knowingly at him, pleased with her arousal of his cock.
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