======== Path: news.primenet.com!nntp.primenet.com!uunet!inXS.uu.net!nntp.earthlink.net!usenet From: alebeard@earthlink.net (Alebeard) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.bondage Subject: The Book, Repost, Various sm stories - book.txt [04/11] Date: 24 Jun 1996 22:53:29 GMT Organization: Rainbow Lines: 1352 Message-ID: <4qn699$nek@uruguay.it.earthlink.net> NNTP-Posting-Host: pool041.max2.santa-clara.ca.dynip.alter.net Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: message/partial; id="835656663@Alebeard"; number=4; total=11 X-Newsreader: WinVN 0.99.7 Xref: news.primenet.com alt.sex.stories:165915 alt.sex.stories.bondage:377 "They've got a radar like gimmick they use to search out telepaths." "I may have gotten careless. I went to visit Harry's old place. Friday at the mall I was trying to shake the ones watching for me to come back. You bailed me out by distracting them.. I got your address from, um, well, you know." "I think so. Well, there's at least one more telepath out there we should help stay away from these goons. But you should relax first. Where have you been staying?" "In one of the department stores.. No one sees me unless I want them to." "I see. I don't want you here though, you know." "Um, well yeah, think I might interfere with your little trollop, eh?' His ears burned again. Betty was making too much noise to hear anything though. "Oh, the possibility had occurred to me. But it also occurs to me, both of us are threatened as long as the 'Institute' is hunting for anyone with, er, 'ability'. And you might draw them to me and the other way around too." "Look, I'll promise to leave your 'toys' be, I'll even join in if you want. I get awfully horny, and Harry isn't around anymore. I don't even know what of me was his instructions and how much was me before Harry." she made a sincere plea. "Yeah, I'll think on it. The idea of another telepath in the house just is a little hard to accept. It may be a little complicated." Reluctantly, she left an address with him. But not before giving Betty a withering look of disapproval. Betty didn't notice. Bob did. ==== Bob was in an apartment building near the mall. It was Thursday. His excitement had returned, the 'hunters' a distant threat. He hadn't yet decided what to do about Bambi nee Kim. But he felt a need to practise his talent. Since Betty had started to take over the household chores, little things he had lost had been turning up. Organization had come to his home. Betty didn't like sharing him with Randi, and strongly disliked being left alone with "the pushy dyke". She hadn't completely given up hope of being dominant in some manner over the household. Mostly, she and Randi had begun to compete for his attention by any means possible. So she strove to please him in ways other than sexual too. He'd found a slip of paper on his dresser. One of them had found it in his papers and left it where he'd find it. This had the name and address of a young woman on it. It took him a few minutes to recall where this had come from. She'd never met him, but he remembered her from the mall. She was lusting after new mothers walking throughout the mall. Suddenly he was enticed to seek her out. He found the address easily. He resisted the temptation to use his talent right away, so he rang the bell, but no one answered. He found the superintendent. Soon he was in Mary McKinnon's apartment, and no one would remember seeing him enter. Somehow, to Bob, pawing about in Mary's apartment was as exciting as intruding into her mind. He had found another means of violating her, without her having any ability to resist. The mundane nature of intrusion was unimportant. He was having his way with her more simply than his present norm, a pleasurable working of his will on hers. Hell, he hadn't even met her yet. The excitement was growing in him. Looking through her things, he was able to learn where she'd gone to school. He found her check stubs and learned about things she bought. Her closet was filled with pants suits, mostly. There were a very few dresses, and nothing he construed as sexy. Everything he found he restored to its original location. In her desk, he found a pile of letters from her brother, dated over 5 years ago. And a few letters from other friends. He heard keys being juggled at the lock. Turning out the lights, he watched the door open as she stepped inside. She closed the door again, and turned about, placing her purse on a narrow table she kept by the door. She turned on the lights, and stepped into the kitchen. He was intrigued by this enigma. He hadn't probed her since the mall. She made noise in the kitchen for a while, and he simply waited. When she finally came into the living room, she jumped with a terror brought of confronting an intruder. "Hello Mary." he uttered in a low voice. "Who the hell are you and how the fuck did you get in here?!?" she demanded scrambling towards the phone. "I came with a proposition to make." She stood, receiver in hand, much reassured by the dial tone. "I could have cut the phone cord if I wanted to, before you got here." "I guess so," she paused, "Make it quick though, my patience is thin for this kind of crap. You broke into my home buster, and I'm gonna see you pay." She was shaking. "Actually, the police can't arrest me. But as to you and me, I have a proposition. You may want to hear it." Wow!, all he'd had to do so far was talk, she'd gone from kill first to talking. "Get to it then, then get the hell out." "You like women." "I like men." "You might, but you also want a woman, specifically, you want one giving milk. You've been having this fantasy for a while." she shook, as with a chill. "yes," she whispered, the fear rising just the least amount, "I do. But nobody knows that. Nobody. I haven't told a soul." "Well I can arrange it for you." "How the fuck would you do a thing like that," she banged the phone on the switch hook. "'Excuse me Mrs., I just happen to know a girl who wants to suck milk from your tits, would you mind coming to her apartment tonight?', give me a break!" He smiled. The smile shook her. "Something a lot like that, really." "Oh great!, sure. And what, pray tell, is in it for you!?" she exclaimed. "You wouldn't believe me entirely. Let us say, I want to share the carnal experience." he thought about vampires now, sucking the sexual energy from victims in the act. Silly thought, more reasonable to assert he was sucking the fantasy from his victim's act tonight. "I have a talent. It's a powerful skill allowing me a certain persuasive ability. I'm trying real hard not to use it on you." "Why not, you'd get exactly what you want, if you really have the unique skill you claim." "Oh, it's real enough. You want a demonstration?" "Why? you can't give milk... men can't give milk. So who would you persuade into giving her milk to me?" "Men can sometimes give milk, irrelevant though. Is one of the mothers you've leered after in the building?" She sat down. The phone, still in her hand began to ring.. She jumped. He didn't. She answered and shooed the caller away. "There's Patty, on the first floor. I see her when I do laundry sometimes." Mary was showing signs of the dreamy fantasy intruding on the conversation. "God, she's cute. Her boobs sometimes drip the milk after she's nursed little Anna. They're almost twice as big as they were before she got preggers. She doesn't show any sign of having gained weight from the pregnancy." "Can you call her? Its only about 8:30, ask her to come up here." Reluctantly, she dialed the number. ==== She had him answer the door. She wasn't leaving the phone. Bob didn't mind. He wouldn't let her dial more than two digits anyway. The woman at the door was carrying a baby carrier. She also bore a large bag, easily identified as a diaper bag. This woman evidently was using disposable diapers. Bob refrained from his environmentalist reaction to the disposables. The child, sound asleep, bore the same striking resemblance of all babies to cherubs. Finally unencumbered, Patty was able to stand straight and Bob took in the assets she displayed. Her dark hair was cut short, to her ears. Bob reflected this was wise considering the disgusting things long hair could get into around babies.. She was without makeup, but still had an unblemished face, with round soft lips. Her shoulders were wide, but the breasts were showing themselves larger than he'd expect with her frame, probably hadn't nursed the baby recently. Her hips were a little padded, but her waist was slender and flat. "Patty, this is, um, Bob. He's visiting for a few minutes." He reached out and took some control over Patty. Then he, dramatically for the impression Mary would get, walked to her and held her eyes locked onto his for a moment. "Hey, what are you doing?" Mary said. "You want to suck milk from her tits?" "Well, yeah, but I don't want you to hurt her either." Bob shrugged and smiled at Mary. "Patty," he gave verbal instructions, "Mary is more than your friend. She is your second baby. You need to nurse your second baby. She's been crying and you know she's hungry." Patty smiled at Mary, took her by the hand. She led the other woman to her couch. Sitting down so Mary could lay her head on her lap, she lifted the t-shirt she wore and opened a flap on her nursing bra. A moment later she lifted Mary's head and lips to her nipple and cradled her head in her arm. "There, there, sweetheart. Its all right. Mommy loves you, time for a bit of nursing." Her face peered down adoringly at Mary, one hand stroking the gentle features of Mary's face. Mary was sucking, having forgotten Bob entirely for the moment. He could see her cheeks pull in with the suction, as at the same time she began to wiggle at the hips. Mary's hand slid down to her crotch and began rubbing through the fabric of her jeans. "Unbutton them." he said. Remembering he was there, she glared, but obeyed. Patty's free hand moved to the supine woman's open pants. The fingers worked their way under the panties. Seconds later the hand was making humping motions in Mary's crotch. Patty, oblivious to the sexual antics of her neighbor, and her own hand, looked briefly to see her first baby was doing well. "unnhh," Mary was starting to fade into deep excitement. Her suckling theft of milk was only part of her activities. Her hips were beginning to roll and gyrate under the administration of Patty's fingers. Bob, excited a little himself, could see the dripping nipple from time to time. He realized the nursing woman was starting to soak through her t-shirt at the other breast. Kneeling over Mary's chest he lifted the t-shirt to expose the other breast, harnessed in a bra cup with a snap clasp front. He opened this, unwrapping the last vestige of protection for the wet nipple. Patty's breast was extremely firm from the engorgement of milk, this tit was full. Watching the nipple he could see the milk spraying, in several directions at once. The suckling at the other nipple got this one started as well. Placing his lips around the puffy nipple he found it was spurting milk in tiny thin streams of fluid. The milk was sweet, he found, very sweet, and very thin. It was almost like skim milk someone had added a bit of sugar to. He sucked until he got a mouthful of the thin sugary liquid, then swallowed. He swallowed as much as he could get. He was becoming very horny, but he was unwilling to stop nursing while a drop remained. He knew she'd produce more for the baby. The breast slowly began to sag as he emptied the precious nectar from her. His thirst for the rare ambrosia was unquenchable, he felt frustrated at the slow rate the milk flowed from the woman's breast. Meantime, Mary reached a state where she could no longer suck. The moans were spectacular. "Oh god. What, oh, fuck, make me come baby. make me come." she was a step a way and Patty kept fingering her while Bob sucked the teat. "Oh! oh! oh! oh, YESSSSSSSS!" and Mary clenched with spasms from coming. She lay panting, beneath him, trying to recover from her orgasm. Patty, under Bob's direct control, caressed his hair as he enjoyed the stolen nourishment. It thrilled him to have Mary trapped beneath him while he fulfilled her fantasy for himself. He got up after another moment. Then he took off his pants. "What are you doing!?" Mary asked, it seemed she was not expecting him to actually join in. "You got off, I want to get off." He moved Patty to the floor, drawing her jeans off her legs. He pulled off her panties and spread her legs. "You're disgusting. Her baby is right there." "The child is asleep. You should talk about disgusting. You wanted to suckle at a new mother's breast. Well, I gave you your fantasy. I'm also enjoying her pussy." He plunged his prick into the mesmorized mother's cunt. He pumped his cock in a few times to work the moisture into flowing. Mary, intrigued by her friend's complacency at being fucked by a total stranger, knelt down beside the two of them. She seemed a little disturbed by something. "Um, I know it may be too late to offer," she began. "Yeah, what is it," he tickled the woman on the floor with his power to help excite her sexual interest. "You can fuck me instead." He laughed as he thrust again, this time receiving a resounding moan of pleasure from Patty. "I can do you too, if I want." He carried on the conversation without slowing the rate of his strokes. "You can do me too. No argument. You lived up to your promise. I, I, wow, she's fantastic to watch in sex. Are all women this neat to watch? Do I look like this when I...?" She stared at the writhing woman beneath Bob. "Oh, yeah. Fuck her good!" She got intensely fascinated by the present view. Her chin wobbled and lurched right along with the other woman's motions, her lips forming similar expressions. "Uhnnn, yeah, even you. unnn, you really have, ohhh yeah, developed a streak, oh shit yeah, of lesbianism." grunt. "fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, don't, oh don't" mumbled the mother. Mary leant down and sucked at Patty's breasts, licking and nibbling at the whole tit, not just the nipple. "OOOOOHHHH YESSS" came from the mother, excited by the contact. The lust filled attack brought more milk from the undulating breast. "My, you really are getting into this." Bob spoke mostly to himself. With a grin, he remembered, Mary was in no way under his direct control. It made a difference in his excitement. The pressure grew in his groin. With a burst of humping, he loosed his seed within the woman pinned below. He pushed the cock into her a few more times, allowing the surge to ride along. Patty in due turn let out a screeching orgasm of her own. Mary, twisting her friend's nipples, milk dribbling between her fingers, could scarcely hold on. The thrusting hips were in motion still as Patty began to come down again, glowing from having been sexed. Bob stood and walked out to the kitchen.. Coming back with a glass of water, he sat, still half dressed, on the couch. Mary was stroking her friend's breasts, her legs, her stomach. Patty didn't seem to notice at the moment. Bob took the mesmerization instructions away a little at a time, leaving a strong desire for secret liaison with Mary. "Patty will come to believe you two have been secret lovers for some time. It will be a secret, her husband won't know, she won't let him know. Not even by accident, because she'll forget whenever she's not with you or talking to you on the phone." He told Mary. "How did you do that?" she asked. He smiled, self satisfaction over his control of these women was rising. Power was itself arousing. "It doesn't matter. It's done." "What is your price for this, this, this, I don't know what to call it." she looked fearful, she hadn't been since before Patty had offered her tit to her. "What is it you want, really?" "Well, for now," he leered a bit, "tonight you will do everything to satisfy me, complete sexual slavery, without me having to use my talent on you." he paused, "I suppose in the future you'll allow me free use of you any time I want, of course, I can set you up with a few more playthings. I guess I want your total trust and loyalty in exchange for the gifts I'll be giving you. But it doesn't matter, since I can force it on you if you misbehave. I'd just rather you did it of your own free will." She bit her lower lip. She fondled Patty, and Patty, somewhat conscious, began to fondle Mary's breasts. Clumsily, she felt for Mary's nipples, smiling up with an intense expression of love and lust. She gulped. "Okay, I'd sell my soul for this," she muttered. "Can I, I mean, do you mind if I...?" "Oh, by all means let her take you for another ride, but I'm going to take you next." He sat back to watch. The two women began to neck. The frantic kisses were briefly interrupted by the baby, who chose that moment to wake up crying. Bob frowned, little brat, how dare it interfere. He stepped over to the small cradle like carrier. Unsnapping the little safety belt he picked the little creature up under its arms. He began carefully, as if playing with eggs, tucked its head onto his shoulder and began to pat the back. Hey, this was pretty cool, the little, eh... girl, was cooing in his ear. Well, let's see, he thought. Wet?, he tried to figure out whether the diaper was too far gone. The two nearly naked women were staring at him, Mary's jaw hanging loosely. "What's your problem," he snapped. "Never saw a guy snuggle a baby before?" "Well, yesss," she answered, "But Anna doesn't even let her father hold her." The kid started to burble. Bob was enjoying the tiny innocent he held.. The little ball of flesh was actually grinning at him. It took a little time, but the fuzz topped bundle did fall back to sleep. Mary plunged herself back into Patty's eager embrace. This woman was determined to make the most of this particular opportunity. They necked for a time. Trading tiny little lip nibbles on each other's face and neck, they slowly aroused their urges until they began petting the exposed breasts and cunts. Ultimately they ground their cunts together, Mary on top, while totally wrapped up in their kissing. The moans and groans lasted some time before the two spasmotically unleashed their orgasms. Mary's hair had become scraggly strands covered with sweat, Patty was covered with her own dripping fluids of all kinds. Patty took the kid down to her apartment, leaving him with Mary. ==== It was completely different giving verbal instructions, rather than manipulating her. Mary was anxious to please him though. She went down on him right away, no arguments. Her pink-red tongue lashed the length of his cock with her saliva. He could tell she had little experience at blowing guys, but she made up for the lack with enthusiasm. He told her verbally to cushion her teeth with her lips and tongue, and how to warn him if she was gagging. She spread her legs at his command once he got hard again, and did everything she could to excite him. She pleaded in his ear for his cock. She fingered his balls gently. She kissed him as passionately as she had kissed Patty. Her breasts pressed excitedly against his chest. She wasn't as responsive to his touch as she was to Patty's though, and this excited him too. The idea she would literally do anything for him, made her more his property in some ways than Fran was. This held more power than the talent alone delivered. Fran was totally remade for his use, a whole new person underneath. Mary had voluntarily given her body in payment. She probably would worship him publicly if he so much as suggested it. His cock entered the self acclaimed toy he now owned by purchase, rather than simple seizure. She was moist, having aroused herself, if by no other means, by the memory of Patty's dripping nipples. Bob held off on purpose. He waiting for her breath to pick up. He wanted to hear her pant. After a few minutes she started to writhe with lust. The passion she used throwing herself into the act with him raised fires within. Her hips rose and fell with each thrust of his cock. Her teeth clenched shut, pressuring herself, trying to bring herself off. Her body developed a glossy sheen from the sweat she devoted to the act. "Unnnngh," moaned from her throat, "aaah, please, oh god, please." Suddenly her eyes clenched tightly, like her teeth. A stuttering orgasm worked her muscles and breath. Bob let his orgasm loose, spurting a burst of cum into Mary. He drooped over to her side. She panted, but turned to him immediately. She planted lust filled kisses anywhere he didn't seem to be moving. Determined she would fill her part of their bargain, doing her best to convince him of her pleasure in doing so. Energetically, her movements became fluid and sensual, almost romantic in devotion. They screwed again before he left, satisfied she belonged to him as surely as Fran, Randi, and Betty. He gave her his phone number and address. She clenched tightly to the slip of paper as though a life-line, a tight hold on her deepest desires. ==== Friday, he went in to work and resigned. The talent would provide income if he had enough seed money. He took the money he had, a tidy, not overwhelming sum, and invested it. A few calls here and there, some light snooping into the minds behind the companies, and by next week the initial investment would double. All he'd have to do was pay taxes, and try real hard not to look too omniscient. He was pleased again, the plans he had would make him very comfortable, but not look as if he were just snapping up other people's property. This could work. He didn't want to get caught like Harry. He didn't know what Harry's ultimate fate was, but he'd avoid finding out first hand. ==== Janet came by Saturday. Ben was probably at work. When Bob answered the door, Janet stood there, simply smiling radiantly at him. "Hi." she said. "Oh hello." "Mind if I come in?" He waved her in. It was early afternoon, Betty would be home soon, and Randi shortly after. They'd gone shopping, and he'd arranged for Fran to come by with her maid uniform that night. He was going to have all three decked out as servants tonight. And play, of course. "What can I do for you." She slid her entire body against him, reaching up with her chin, planting a lusty open mouthed smooch on his lips. Instinctively his arms encircled the woman. He pulled her closer, if possible, and delved his tongue past hers. The woman began to writhe against him. He reached down her back to the waist band of her skirt and slid his hands inside the skirt, then the panties. Her fleshy bottom was smooth and warm to his touch. A touch she seemed to welcome. Well, she was making a gift of herself to him, he wasn't going to let her completely run the show. "I see," He pulled his head back, but he slid his finger up her ass. The immediate result was a yelp of surprise. He was also rewarded with a slight sigh of joy. "If you want to start there, then by all means, feel free." she mumbled into his chest, going limp. He could sense her choose to submit to his passions. "I like using this part of you like a harness." he explained, turning her around to force her to the bedroom. "You'll find I'll put up with a lot, but I'm the one in charge. We do what I want, when I want." "I, uh, won't argue," she purred with the delight of someone getting their own way, by subterfuge. She obediently turned with his hand and finger. He fucked her butt with his finger all the way to the bedroom. She was sweating from the strain of trying to keep the stimulus hot the way she wanted. He simply grinned from her slight discomfort over his controlling the situation. To her shock, in the bedroom he simply ripped the panties off. Janet wasn't quite sure whether he did it for shock value, or for expediency. She didn't say anything, allowing him to control her movement as he wished. Bob had her stand at the foot of the bed, pushed her shoulders down against the mattress, and made her stick her ass in the air. He flipped the skirt she wore up onto her back, leaving a lovely bottom exposed to his view. Her heels helped raise her derriere to allow splendid exposure, although her balance was a touch off in this position. Her lower cunt lips were clearly visible, and the dark little pucker of her anus was showing well. He dropped his pants and rubbed his semi-hard penis against her butt. He slowly went to the bathroom to get the KY. She remained poised as he'd left her when he came back. Warming the KY in his hands, he rubbed it on his now stiff member. She'd obviously done this before, she reached back and pulled her cheeks apart, trying to get an opening of her sphincter for him. His cock in hand he pressed in the first inch. She barked out a complaint against the intrusion, but confessed it always hurt her during the initial entry. "Don't stop now, you'll fit just fine." He worked the hole open a little further with his fingers. She suppressed pain and sought the pleasure as her anus became interested in the invader. Then as he got another inch in, she moaned with the sensation, actively pressing her ass at his prick. He was in all the way. He could feel the bones of her hips against his hips. She was skinnier than he'd thought if those bones poked. Her clothing still on, the high heels helped raise her butt up against him. "Oh god!, I want you so bad!" she exclaimed. She tried to rock into him from the awkward position. He started to work his cock in and out of the tight passage. She tried to match rhythm with him, moaning at his stimulation of her asshole. "Uhhh, arrrrr, more, harder, oh, please, oh," she muttered pleading. Bob reached for her chest and began to play with her tits through her clothing. "YES!!!" She responded well to this manipulation as well. Within a few minutes she had a first, low intensity orgasm. The sounds were slightly muffled as she pressed her face into the bed. He pounded away, allowing his flood to spill into her ass. She groaned through a second, more staggering orgasm a moment later. He pulled out, shoving her completely onto the bed forcefully. "oh god that was good." she mumbled into the blankets. She clutch them in her fists. Grinning like a Cheshire cat, Bob went to the bathroom again. This time to wash the remnants of the KY off. When he came back, Janet had an idiotic grin on her face, a look of surprised happiness. "Let's fuck." she said, trying to evoke vulgar humor and lust. "Not tonight dear, I've a headache" he joked. She frowned. "Surely you jest!" she announced. And pounced on him, planting a kiss firmly on his mouth. "We can cure that!" She strove to drive her tongue all the way to his throat. "I have plans for tonight already." he pulled away a little. "You do? I'll match your plans against mine. I'm gonna eat you right up." "Not likely. It will have to wait. My girlfriends will take care of me tonight." He worked a hand past her blouse, reaching her breast. "Girlfriends? More than one?" "Yes, Betty and Randi are now living with me, and I've got another woman joining us as well." He began to rub the nipple. Janet took this in, looking thoughtful for a few minutes. "How about if I call Ben? He can help out." "Unlike Ben, I'm somewhat possessive about my sex partners." "Okay, how about if I stay and help them out with you?" "Not tonight Janet. Some other time perhaps. But this afternoon we can do it at least once more." he conceded. "Yess!" enthusiastically, as if cheering for a successful athletic event. He gently lay her back down on the bed and spread her legs. His, once again erect, penis entered the front door this time. Her box was wet still, and as he pushed in, "aaaaaahh!" rewarded his entrance. He reached forward, raising her blouse above her lovely chest, and began to rub her nipples and the flesh surrounding. The nipples snapped to attention quickly and he began to pinch and pull them lightly. Bob reached out, manipulating her nervous system to create a high intensity sexual heat. He brought the tingling sensation up from her clit, throughout her groin, and only stopped when he realized she was going to come, far to quickly for him. "Oh my god!" whispered desperately from her lips. "oh yes, oh yes." She lashed from side to side, with only her blouse lifted to ruffle her clothing. The two shapely legs wrapped around his rib cage in a tight clutch. Her bucking only increased as he plunged his prick to his balls inside. Her feet prodded his thighs gently with the heels of her shoes. Her hands clutched with abandon at the cheeks of his ass. He built up the tension of lust within her while plunging her cunt again and again. He blocked her orgasm, hoping to come at the same time. He could sense her enjoyment. His breath was coming in quick, sharp, gasps. Hers in gulping, frantic, hot panting. "Goddddaammm. gnnnn. aahh aahh," she barked out with her warm, moist breath. "oooooohhhh, fuck, fuck. FUCK!" He let her release her orgasm as he felt the expanding thrust of come burst from within himself. He pressed home the deposit at the rear of her deep caverns. She simply screamed "FUCK!" at the top of her lungs. _Illiteracy Subdued_ The book was in the box stored down the basement. Bob dug it up again from amongst the books stored by the furnace. The basement was only visited occasionally, and none of the boxes had been disturbed since he last took it out. His increase in sensitivity caused an interesting problem. He was reclining, enjoying a few moments of quiet when he realized he could sense another presence. No, it wasn't Betty, who was displaying her assets for him, and Randi was out shopping. The probe he searched the house and neighborhood with turned up nothing. There was still a nagging sense, a feeling, some little tickle at the back of his mind. A roiling feeling stuck with him. After walking from the top of the house to the bottom, he was drawn, almost pulled to the book. There was a throbbing mental attraction he could not seem to ignore. The book was its' same small size. The pages, cover to cover, filled with the symbology Bob now understood almost perfectly, possibly better than the original author. It remained as he remembered it. Climbing the stairs, Bob fingered the book's folded clothe cover. A brief few steps had him back in the living room. There, book in hand, he dropped into his chair and turned on a reading light. Running his fingers along the pages as if it were braille. He was able to spot some slight errors in the delicately written script. And still no sign of why he had to collect it from concealment. Holding each individual page to the light, he looked for watermarks. Some hint of the origin, any clue to the cause of his odd discomfort would help. None of the pages yielded any new information. Flipping through the pages proved nothing, but then... His fingernail, even cut short as it was, traced the seams of the clothe and paper binding on the rear cover. A crackle of ancient dried glue popped the edges, much to his surprise. The binding held tight for the other seams. He peeled back the loose seam, separating the paper as best he could. A cardboard stiffener slid free with difficulty. Along with it dropped a sheet of paper, and a thin red coin. The coin, made of some bizarre plastic or gem stone, bore a face on one side with a triangle superimposed, while on the back was a sharp bolt of lightning. It was wafer thin, and still thick enough for the relief work on either side. He slid the coin into his pocket. The paper contained more symbols. New ones, he couldn't immediately place. He finally set the sheet aside, resolving that like the other symbols, these too would become clear to him with time. The coin continued to draw his attention. Once again, he pulled it out and stared at it. For a time he seemed to duel pulling urges from the coin, and realized he was watching symbols within the coin itself. The idea the coin produced symbols like a person stunned him. Slowly he built a shield over the coin, like the one he used to hide his own mind. He was able to draw power from the device itself to run the shield. The draw he'd felt was gone. He wrapped the coin in paper, placed it within an envelope and locked it away in the documents fire safe he owned. The mysteries of the book and mind control drew his curiosity, but he wanted to control the time he devoted to each element of this art. Peace at last settled over Bob. He devoted some time to Betty. ==== None of Bob's women were around. He had carefully avoided interfering with the professional lives of his bevy of women. Their income was adding to the household wealth, and allowed him to send them out to buy new sexy outfits from time to time. Besides, transferring their property to his name might attract the wrong kind of attention. They both had separate meetings tonight, hobby interests or such keeping them away. He had intended to have some quiet time for reading, just to practice some other entertainment, but changed his mind. He'd called Kim, er Bambi, and expected her at any moment. He hadn't seen her for two weeks. That was the day she'd introduced herself and explained her experience with the Institute. He hadn't tracked down the other telepath, the one he'd save from the telepath radar team the Institute operated. Sooner or later he'd find the woman behind the mind trace. Meanwhile he intended to explore the threat a little more. Lightning flashed, and after silently counting to five, he heard the collision of thunder. A deep crash, bringing about a strong feeling of peace in Bob. He allowed the drumming sound of the pummelling rain to drone through his ears, a lure to sleep if he'd ever heard one. The doorbell rang over the symphony of the storm. He stood to answer it. His habit had become to sense the visitor on the other side, and there was one person, Kim. He could tell it was her, her poorly shielded mind leaked light streams of thought, probing her surroundings. Opening the door, he was immediately rewarded with a view of the tall, slender, overly busty woman. She was dressed more stylishly this time, not in the business outfit she had on last time. Her skirt was a side button down affair, and ended at her knees. Her boots rose up her calf half way to her knees. The red rain jacket she wore concealed a lot, but failed to disguise the size of her wondrous chest. And her hair had grown back in a little more, seeming somewhat like a thick monk's cut, than any particular salon style. Her head was framed nicely before a large umbrella she carried. Bob motioned her in. As she passed him, she slipped her expression into a lecherous grin. "Sluts out for the night?" she said peering around. She seemed to know he was a little embarrassed to have someone know about the use he put his toys to. It seemed a little odd, considering she used men the way he was using the telepathically mute women. Of course, her case might be a direct result of programming she'd received at the hands of her original telepathic master. Yet, he still turned somewhat pink at her implied disapproval. "They have duties." She sat in one of the lounge chairs he had in the living room. He went to the kitchen, filled a couple mugs with caf, and returned. She was courteous as she accepted it, her 'thank you' polite after her catty remark at the door. He took a chair opposite her, admiring the round curves she couldn't help display, having removed the concealing coat. The blouse she wore only strained the view, no buttons visible at its limits, allowing the tiny hint of flesh. He could however, make out the barest outline of bra. "You know, the strain of hiding wouldn't be so bad if you didn't emit so much noise." She retrieved calm, after a brief look of fear. "So you've gotten much more control than I have." "Why did you seek me out in the first place," he inquired. "So you could help me hide better." "I don't believe you. You thought I was inexperienced. Unable to protect myself. Surprise, you were wrong, fess up." "I figured to get control of you, and use you as a shield if they found me again." "And when that didn't work?" "I figured something would break for me." She lashed out a testing probe again, trying to grip on something in his mind. It resembled a boa constrictor trying to get a good grip on a basketball. His phony personality, displayed above shielding he'd developed to protect him from the onslaught of normals, completely mystified her. "How the fuck do you do that?" she asked. 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[BEGIN] "I tried copying your pretend self, I haven't managed." "How do you keep out the voices, all the other minds?" he asked. She just stared at him, as though he were nuts. "What other minds?" "All the noise the people not like us make." "I don't hear any such noise." "Oh." Disturbed, and curious, he wondered if she was naturally immune to the problem. He stared at the wall for a time. She was reluctant to break into his musing. She broke the silence first though. "Listen, I need a good fuck," she said. "I tried to capture one of the night watchmen the other night, but there's no safe hideaway in the store I hide in." Stunned at the straight forward request, he found himself grinning. ==== They adjourned to the bedroom. Shedding only their shoes, they lay across the bed together. He felt kind of like a teenager. He hadn't done pretty much straight sexual exploration since the night with Mary. And that was a power trip for him. He liked having the control over her a little bit of bribery had gained. This was completely out of his control. He almost couldn't remember what it was like to bed someone without using his talent at least a little. He started by trying to caress her hair. It was still too short for him to actually grasp a handful. He rubbed her bumpy scalp, feeling for the base of the hair follicals. The silky touch of her hair was sweet. She left her eyes wide open, watching his face to gauge his behavior. She couldn't read his mind, as she could most men. Being in bed with her was a sensual experience at arms length. He began forefinger touches in completely different places. He touched her elbow, he touched her shoulder, he gently reached out at her belly button, but just hovered the finger above her taut tummy. She joined in. Her palms traced the air, about a quarter inch from his skin or clothes. She kissed into space, no more than a breath away from his lips. He watched her pink tongue lick above his arm, the humidity of her breath raising goose pimples along his skin. The magic of shadow dancing was upon them. For almost an hour they flowed around each other's body parts. He could see the nipples of her breasts pop to erection as his hand passed above without making physical contact. She could see his cock straining for freedom, each time she waved her hand close to his crotch. Eventually, as it always does with the shadow dance, the stress of keeping the gap between one body and another leads to loss of control. The invisible barrier gave way to feather light touches. His hand accidentally brushed the underside of her chin. She moaned lightly, excited contact had occurred. Her finger slipped and traced a short 3-4 inch line along his shoulder blade. His tongue licked the backside of her earlobe. Finally, they had pulled together, enraptured by the undaunted effort to build up to their lust. Her mouth no longer avoiding the touch of his lips, they dueled with their tongues. He could feel the smooth lushness of her hard white teeth. She could suck in the flesh of his upper lip. His hands wandered to the expansive chest she virtually thrust at him. They were very soft, not as firm as he had grown accustomed to. He felt the nipples hardening again as he touched them this time. Those nipples were large enough to require his palm to cover them completely. Her moaning to his touch was low and guttural. Her hand, by now, was rubbing his cock through the fabric of his jeans. Every now and then she would strive to squeeze the tip. His lust rose with each grasping hold she gained. The heat in the room was beginning to drive them from their clothes. Bob realized the blouse she wore unbuttoned in the back. He began to take the buttons apart from the respective button holes. Imagination took over, he found it odd that in order to thread her, he had to unthread her clothing. She wriggled in his arms as he worked the blouse off her. The brassiere she wore barely covered her tits, so it took very little effort to get them free of their bindings. Once free, they were like a sea of warm soft flesh. He sank between them, sliding from one to the other nipple, trying to suck them sharply to erection. She let out a few light moans, nothing dramatic. Her nipples responded somewhat to his lighter suction, so he began to attack them vigorously, with more force, more violence. She began moaning more sincerely. Her short hair had no bounce to it as her head bobbed from side to side. Her ears showed, flushed red from exertion. He eased back and sat up. She paused in her reactions, sweat had built a thin glossy cover over her skin. She began yanking the buttons through his shirt holes. Her hands would clench and grip at either side of the button slit and pull. Most of the buttons remained on the shirt when she finished, oddly enough. Raking short, but sharp nails across his chest, she gave him goose bumps. She begin sucking and nibbling at his nipples. They hardened mildly as the pink red tongue made rough work of them. She traced spirals on his chest and stomach with her tongue, and as she did, her enormous mammaries rolled against him. The pillow softness undulated with motion every time she shifted. The palm sized nipples fading in and out of erection as he tried to snatch at them, causing momentary surges of stimulation. He slipped his hands around the large boobs, trying to actually grasp without snatching love handle fistfulls of flesh. But she responded more to the clenched pinches than the teasing caresses. Finally he traced down her side, feeling the ribs bumping against his fingers. His hand reached the buttons on the side of her skirt, and slipped them from their moorings. It came loose, to be pushed aside by her feet after, leaving a fine display; her girlish little bottom. He immediately peeled away her panties, leaving her naked at his side. A black curly covering of fine hair was framed between her legs. It seemed damp, but he could be mistaken. Handling her crack proved he was right. She jumped a bit, being touched, but settled in promptly to having the little knob of flesh at the top of her slit rubbed. By now she was prying him free from his pants. As the pants and underwear pulled away, his dick popped to attention, and then they both were naked. He embraced her full length, intertwining his legs and hers. The pillowy 'bazooms', as Harry had described them, rolling with waves every time either Bob or Kim moved. They returned to necking, his cock sliding between her legs, but not in her cunt. His hands forcefully rubbed her back, exploring the cheeks of her ass at times. Her hands combing through his hair, pulling his neck closer, reaching down to cup his balls at times. Sounds came from the door, he quickly sensed it was Randi. He knew she'd heard the sounds, but simply watched excitedly from the door. He rolled Kim to her back, lifting her legs at the knees up. Spreading them apart, he began to enter her certainly wet opening. She was loose, he felt. There was plenty of room in her cunt for his cock and more. But it squeezed down on him, just the same. Kim began to shudder. An orgasm came to her in clenching little fits. She moaned a bit and he pumped at her cunt in a workman like way. He was enjoying the sensualistic activities, but no real deep heat had come yet. Suddenly she lurched out a mind probe at him. Shot like a blast, she was trying to seize control of his body! Her control commands demanded more brutal and mindless treatment. She wanted him to hit her breasts. She was building a lust filled control directed at him, and he wasn't sure he really could stop it. The shadow mind he created to hide behind was torn to shreds. Then she invaded through his mind shield in several places. His struggle against her control built to a lurch, reacting to a punch of mind power. He pressed back at her but only held her at bay. Then he slowly began to work his own controls around the edges of her battering thought tendrils. He slipped into her mind, hooking little control centers here, then there. Soon he was able to turn off her attack on him and control her mind completely. Pissed, he began to look about inside her. She couldn't pull that crap on Bob. Now he would use her as she meant to use him. From inside her head he could feel the welling flesh of her breasts. They demanded sensation. The sensation they wanted, well, there was a brutal demand for hard forceful pain, as a pleasure sense within her. He used his newly learned personal controls. Sending electric jolts of sensual sex arousal along those channels of her nervous system, a real heat began to build within the bitch. He could now control her in deep detail, and he would. He was angry, she tried to make him a toy of hers! He realized the entire struggle occurred in the space of one thrust into her wet chamber. He now found himself taking her in more heated plunges. The power he used enflaming his desire. She received a series of commanding lust sensations. He added to the physical sensations she received by violently clamping his teeth into one of her nipples. He could tell it would leave a mark. Her moan was deep and equally brutal in its intensity. Her crotch received waves of signals from him to bring white heat through her lower abdomen. He paid special attention to controlling the charge coming up from the clitoris. This swollen red nerve bundle was giving off a range of hot flashing charges, she was ready to scream. He could sense her muscles twittering within her cunt. He commanded them to clamp down on his cock. Suddenly he felt his cock gripped by her velvet glove. It tightened enough to almost prevent him from making the in/out strokes. Her entire body moved along with him as he pulled and pushed his groin. The panting and moaning sounds she was making were enough to make the bed vibrate. His own animalistic grunting grew until he surged with the lava hot semen which pumped out his prick. A second and third surge of the liquid pumped into her fist tight cunt. She had been screaming! He didn't really notice while he was getting off. His ears rang with a primal scream she hadn't stopped since he had taken her body from her. He kept her in the orgasm, hard and furious, as long as he could maintain the output of energy. He had no idea how long. When he let her stop, she immediately dropped into unconsciousness. He pulled out and sat up at the edge of the bed. Randi was sitting propped against the wall. Her pants off, she was drenched in sweat too. She seemed to have recovered already from her orgasm. She was fingering herself lightly, trying to arouse herself again. "God, that was remarkable." "What do you mean?" he asked. "I think she went into a screaming orgasm for almost twenty minutes." "It can't have been that long." "I know, but I came early when she started. I've already got my wind back." "Okay. Maybe it was long, but no twenty minutes." "Who is she? She's got the biggest tits I've ever seen. They look real too." "Real? Of course they're real." "No. I mean, she hasn't had, like you know, silicone implants or something." "Oh. Well, I guess not. This," and he slapped Kim's thighs like she was a hunting prize, "is Bambi. Anyway, that will be her name around here. I guess she'll have to move in now. I can't just let her wander around loose." "Master, may I?" Randi asked with anticipation. Her desire was growing for the new conquest he'd brought home. "Right now?, no. But since she's conked out, you might as well cop a feel." Randi walked over and began to feel Kim, now Bambi again, at her breasts, and at her now soaked snatch. Randi let out slight guttural groans at the contact with the formerly free telepath. Her hands ran over the breasts she'd been admiring. After watching Randi's face glow from the desire she obviously couldn't conceal, he stood and dressed. Taking the awake woman by the hand he led her from the room. ==== He sat in the living room. The duel for control, brief though it was, had left him with some new fears. She had been less than candid about her escape from the Institute. Well, she thought she'd told the truth, but now he new different. He had replaced controls someone else had planted. Not the clumsy heavy handed touch of Harry, but some unknown master.. Someone who had concealed her memory of being released, but couldn't erase it. And there was no way of knowing how much she'd reported about him... He sat and contemplated his options while Randi knelt before him, the head of his prick popping back and forth through her lips. He would use her for a while, then try to work more from Bambi's mind. ==== Bambi remembered nothing of their struggle when she awoke. Bob had seen to that. But he had her settled in by night and the other two women didn't really mind. Randi was biding her time to get at Bambi, Betty devoted herself to reorganizing the household to accommodate the new comer. Betty was rapidly becoming the household administrator. ==== Bob's growing harem bothered him a little. He started to think about whether he should cut the numbers back, to avoid problems. Janet had been dropping in from time to time too. Although he hadn't let her join in the other games, he'd had her every way he could imagine otherwise. They were all entertaining. The day after Bambi's conversion, he'd gone to visit Mary. Patty had become a delightful playmate, providing the milk supplement to coffee during his visit. She seemed to like her new role as lover. He believed his talent unraveled some of the fantasies the women he collected had. His control and ownership fulfilled his fantasies, but the more recent women were adjusted to permit their own secret desires to be fulfilled. It had astounded him to discover Bambi deeply wanted the physical abuse, even before Harry had 'changed' her. He was able to trace the clumsy efforts of the, possibly dead, prior master easily. The newer controls from the mystery master were far more delicate, he still hadn't the patience to sift through the seamless construction of control he'd uncovered. He had however superseded it with his own. Fear of this other unknown master ran high, since he really couldn't find a real memory of how she had escaped the Institute. His nightmares were pretty severe lately. He also realized the risk of being caught by the Institute called for extreme caution on his part. ==== Tuesday afternoon he went out to find someone new, a different pretty face. He had decided to throw caution to the wind for the day. The fear and tension were beginning to wear him down, and he needed some kind of fun. Everything was under control, so to speak, for now. Now he was walking through the crowded mall, eavesdropping on the thoughts of total strangers. Some were concentrating on finding bargains for the items they needed. The teenage boys were fun, they were deep in fantasies about the women in skimpy clothing or the teenage girls wandering the mall. It boosted his horniness, and he intended to satisfy this desire soon. He wanted to play first. He looked about for an interesting woman to use. Particularly one who was strong enough to enjoy the experience he would give her. He was seeking a girl with a suppressed desire to be owned, to experience embarrassing sexual adventure. He had liked controlling the women that were deeply suppressing their need for domination. It became extremely fun to watch as they resisted destiny, a destiny they longed for underneath. He walked the length of the mall twice, without finding a suitable toy to use. He was disappointed and about to leave when his luck changed. An attractive college student was walking into the bookstore. She was dressed in a mini-skirt, a white summer blouse, and black high heals. Her blond hair was in a braid to her waist, a thin flat waist. Her face had sharp but attractive features. Almost as if the sculptor had failed to smooth out all the edges. Her lips were thin and expressive, colored red but not heavily. Her figure was a shapely 36-24?26?-34, not large busted, but well curved. He guessed from the smoothness of her face and absence of wrinkles at her eyes that she could not be any older than 20. Okay, maybe about 21. He followed her into the book store. She was the one for today, certainly fitting the profile. He sensed a deep rooted desire within her meeting his desires today. Finding her in amongst the books on gardening, he made an initial move. "Hello, I'm Bob." She looked him over as though he was a mugger. He smiled in a friendly manner. She appraised him and dismissed him in her mind as small fish in the pond. "What do you want?" "Well, your name for starters." "Tough shit spud, beat it before I call the manager." she snapped. "Now is that any way to talk to me?" He twisted her thoughts a little and inserted an instruction to fulfill one of his voyueristic plans. "Why don't you, just because of that little snippet of hostility, how about you take off your bra, right now?" "What kind of little pervert are you?" she replied, forgetting the threat to call the manager. Her tone took on a strong level of hostility. She began to rattle of a series of personal insults. But while she spoke she put down her purse and began to remove her blouse. Her pale white skin was relatively unblemished, and he admired the small but lush tits as she exposed them to him while removing the bra. Her large round nipples swelled immediately in the cool air, coming to sharp little points with pencil width tips. She put the blouse back on, speaking all the while about his lack of tact, politeness and anything else she could throw in. He smiled, his own protrusion raising the clothe of his pants. "So you might as well drop dead," she ended. Finally, she draped the bra over her arm and went back to looking at the books on the shelf. "Thank you, that was very erotic," he said. She turned to stare at him as though he hadn't heard a word of her diatribe. He pointed to the bra on her arm. She leapt in surprise. Turning pink with deep embarrassment, she clenched her shoulders in, and her hand flew up between her breasts to check that this was, in fact, her bra. She gasped. "When did I do that?" mystified at her own loss of the memory. "While you were running down my family history. Very educational explanation of my origins by the way. Imagine my surprise, hearing all the family ties to snakes. Shall we go have lunch?" "No way little man." She turned to stomp away, only to find herself standing before him again. "How do you do this crap?!?" "You will finish up here. We will then walk down to the steak place at the end of the mall, arm in arm." She shook her head, and turned to the cash register with her selections. Bob merely stepped into the