Date: 1993-12-11 21:21:31 PST
This is stroies by blackie...
I am not sure upto what chapter this is.. but it's quite long...
over 300k...
I am reposting cuz after i posted my request for later partx
of this story i got shit load email asking for it..
apparently most ppl only had upto chap 3 or 4...
so Here it is.. enjoy..
I didn't not write this!
_The Book_
Bob had lived in the house for five years before he found the book.
One day he was cleaning the crawl space, for the first time, when he
spotted a small brown cover under the ancient dust. It was no more
than a quarter inch thick, but was not noticeably different from some
of the unevenly laid boards. He only found it when he placed his hand
on the flooring to brace himself, only to slide six or seven inches.
The brown little binder reminded him of the little accounting notepads
he'd seen at the office supply store. It was 5 inches wide, 7 inches
tall, with no title or markings on the outside. Inside were
handwritten scrawls he simply couldn't make out in the dark of the
crawl space. So finally, after clearing the years of dust away, he
tucked the book into his back pocket.
During one of his trips downstairs he dropped it onto his desk. Now
it rested in a small pile of other papers he meant to clear away, as
soon as the chance arose.
The chance didn't arise that day, and by the end of the week the stack
paper had grown enough to conceal the book again. Bob forgot it for a
time. When he remembered it one night, it was beyond his memory where
he placed the book.
So there it remained; buried in papers, on his desk, for months. Bob
wasn't very prompt clearing away his old bills and letters. The book
was there waiting though, when the time came.
====
Betty was seeing Bob now. She was a pert 5 foot 6 inch beauty with
long dark hair, weighing in at about 115 pounds. Bob liked to look at
her, almost as much as he would like to spend a few private hours
exploring her naked body. He imagined her firm breasts, the soft feel
of her skin, and the contours of her naked ass often. But although
they'd been dating for 5 months, the closest he'd come was a
disappointing necking session. It lasted only long enough for her to
point out the food he was cooking would burn.
She would also boss him around a bit. It seemed to him as though his
vacation with her was entirely her idea, including his paying for it.
Yet they slept separately. And when he suggested that the vacation was
her doing, she pointed out that he brought the idea up, hadn't he? He
was at a loss how that happened.
If they went out for dinner, she chose the cuisine, whether he liked
it or not. Seeing a movie frequently meant one she wanted to see,
although it kept sounding like it was his idea. He wasn't entirely
sure how it kept happening. She seemed pretty pleased with him
though, but sex was not part of the arrangement.
She also had a brutal temper when offended. He was starting to wonder
if the list of offensive issues was too long to continue seeing her.
Still, he hadn't had any other dates lately and she was friendly
enough for most activities.
Betty also came to his house regularly for meals, TV, and rental
movies. Bob didn't mind much, except he'd also like some intimacy to
go with the other social activities. But now she'd decided he needed
to straighten up the house a bit, since she was there more often.
Since he wasn't doing the cleaning, she took a hand in the process,
and if he didn't watch closely, he had to fish things out of the
trash.
She would only pout and ask "what do you need that old thing for
anyway?" By the time he finished explaining, it was something else
that required rescuing from the sanitary engineers.
Bob suspected she had a permanent relationship in mind, particularly
since the cleaning assault started. When he confronted her about
getting more intimate, she told him "I'm waiting, soon enough either
we'll be getting married or not seeing each other any more. I'm saving
sex for marriage. You wouldn't like damaged goods would you?" Bob
tacitly agreed, but thought, I don't believe it makes anyone damaged.
She cooled to him for a while, and getting her to be sociable became
more difficult. But when the subject didn't come up again for a while,
everything returned to normal. Sort of.
During her cleaning project on his house, his desk became one of her
afternoon cleaning sessions. She was sorting the papers into neat
piles. That is when the book resurfaced.
"What's this?" She asked.
"I dunno," he replied, "I found it while cleaning the crawl space.
Thought I'd lost it."
"Well, here," she said, tossing the book to him, "You find it a home,
it doesn't seem to belong with the rest of your papers." And so saying
she went back to organizing, sorting and cleaning. And Bob thought to
himself, taking over my life, sigh. It wouldn't be so bad if I got
laid out of all this. He watched her backside for time as she
flattened the sheets of paper and stacked them neatly for storage.
He looked at the book for a minute and went to the living room.
Dropping into his favorite chair, he opened the book to see what was
in it. He had to turn on the reading lamp to make out the writing.
At first he thought it was gibberish. In fact, although he could make
out the characters clearly now, it was in no script or language he'd
ever seen before. The unusual writing was done in a neat, practiced
hand, with embellishments that came from frequent use. He felt certain
the author had used the letters many times before and was accustomed
to writing in small script. The book was confusing to thumb through.
After a few pages though it started to make sense, even though he
could still see only nonsense characters. He went back to the first
page.
He translated the title page loosely in his mind, _being an effort to
document the control of response from experimental subjects_. As he
read the book, he found the notes documenting symbology for a proposed
language to communicate thought. This lead to discussion, he thought,
of some kind of experiment to pass ideas to others without speaking.
When he got to the end of the notebook, he vaguely understood the
symbols outlined, but concluded the book was nonsense. He was still
inclined to keep it, but couldn't say why.
"Well, what is that thing?" Betty's voice came from the door to the
kitchen.
"I think some kid was trying to write some kind of prank about their
science class, you want to look?"
"Sure," she said walking over towards him sensually, the usual fluid
wave motion her hips moved in when she walked. He still couldn't
understand how she could be so lithe and sexy, yet have no inclination
to arousal. She took the book and opened it to the first page. After
squinting and staring, her tongue lightly caressing her lips as she
obviously struggled to make out the characters.
"What language is this in?"
"I couldn't tell you. Never saw it before in my life."
"I'd say someone was doodling if it weren't so consistent and smoothly
written."
"Well, from what I can make out..."
"What!," She interrupted, "you can read this gibberish?"
"Well, kind of..."
"Oh, sure! and I'm a monkey." She was starting to show severe signs of
mad, "If you never saw anything like it before, you aren't going to
tell me you can read this!" She threw the book at him and stormed out
of the room. Seductively waving, Bob thought to himself, her little
ass all the way.
Bob sighed. Then he put the book in a storage box in his basement,
along with many other books he figured to have on shelves when they
got built. The box itself got stacked with the rest of the boxes. And
by Saturday, if Bob was asked, he wouldn't remember which.
The book had found itself a new place to hide. If a book could be
believed to have such plans and schemes.
====
A week or so later, Bob thought about the contents of the book as he
went to talk to his boss at work about getting off friday as
compensation for extra time he'd worked last month. It never worked
to ask, but he kept trying anyway.
Bob decided to try the symbols in his mind. As he walked into the
office he pushed the idea of the day off towards his boss.
"George, I'd like some of my time back from last month. I know I'm
salaried, but I keep having to work a lot of extra hours, and it's
getting to be too regular."
"Bob, you come in it seems, every other month or so with this
request." The man at the desk leaned back as if thinking it over. He
always did.
"Yes, but this is getting to be the norm rather than the exception."
Bob had decided to try this approach, but at the same time he reached
out with the book's symbols trying to impress the reasonableness of
his request.
"This time I guess I agree with you," responded George. "Just let
Marcy know. I'm not promising this will happen again though."
Surprised, but not certain how persuasive the symbols from the book
were, as opposed to how George may have simply decided to reward his
hard work, Bob stopped to talk to Marcy. Marcy, the secretary working
with George and his group, made note of the day as a compensation day.
====================++
As he walked to the mens room he thought about the results of his
experiment. It was awfully convenient, possibly coincidental. He
couldn't be sure if something had happened or not.
An extremely attractive blond, willowy figured with her hair in a bun,
and boobs, as Bob thought of them, too large for her frame and
weight, was walking the other way.
Amusing himself, Bob imagined himself reaching out with the symbols of
the book to her. Turn around, he thought, and walk to the storage room
at the end of the hall, get undressed quickly for me...
To his amazement, she smiled coyly at him, spun on her heals and
walked smoothly down the hall to the storage room. With one hand she
was unhooking her dress, the other was opening the door. Then she was
inside, and Bob was still stunned as he looked down the hall.
He warily stepped down the hall and through the still open door. The
light was still off, so he flicked the switch as he closed the door
behind him.
Before him, hands on her naked knees, sitting demurely atop her
discarded clothing, she smiled, lightly tilted her head and slowly
pushed her chin forward as if posing for a photographer.
Bob knew this woman. This was Fran from the purchasing department. He
knew she was married, and confirmed this again by looking at her ring
finger. Sure enough there were two rings, a wedding ring and an
engagement ring. Her hair still in a bun, she looked about 28 or 29
years old. Not certain how to approach this opportunity, he stood
taking in the glorious view.
"Do this often?," He finally asked feeling more than a little awkward
and uncertain.
"I just thought it would be nice to let you see how nice I look
without my clothes," then she frowned, one of those little 'how did
that happen' frowns that looks as though it would be nice to have
happen again. "I can't imagine why I've never done this for you
before. I'd be glad to undress for you any time though."
Bob crossed the room and reached out to touch her breast. Shocked and
startled she slapped his hand away. She shook an attractive finger at
him.
"Look, don't touch," was her pronouncement, "You may see everything
you want, but I'm married." She slowly got to her feet again and did
a small pirouette as he admired her tight bottom, and large tits. Her
hands caressed both the curve of her hips and the undersides of the
still firm breasts as she turned for him to look.
Bob suddenly felt vaguely guilty, taking advantage of a married woman.
But the thought quickly passed. Bob brought the symbols back into his
thoughts and pushed thoughts of being aroused towards her. He also
worked in the idea that she would like him to take care of her aroused
state.
"unggghh," she moaned lowly. This time as she turned her eyelids were
gently fluttering to half open and her tongue showed ever so slightly
between her lips. "I think, unggh, you better help me with this..."
she trailed off into another light moan.
This time as he reached out to her breast, she took his hand and led
it directly to the nipple. Fran immediately shuddered with his touch.
The heat of the act rose in his groin. Her eyes, a light blue with
touches of silver, opened wide, looking deeply into his. A groan of
ecstasy crossed her lips. Suddenly her pelvis began to thrust wildly
as she went into orgasm. Fran came quickly, before he could touch more
than her nipple, pulling and pinching it.
To Bob's disappointment, she was now coming down physically from her
sex act. He was still rising. She folded back into the
kneeling/sitting position on her clothes, panting with the look of
after sex distraction. Another light shudder from Fran gave Bob
another strong pulsation in his groin. But he could clearly see she
was spent. He figured he could make her reach that peak again, but
thought he'd like better control over the process.
He realized he didn't quite understand his new found ability yet. He
would need to try some other way to use it before he did this again.
On the other hand, he thought, Fran will make a great toy while I
learn. He smiled. In her recovery, she curled the corners of her mouth
up in an almost lecherous grin,.. almost. As one last moan seeped
out, her eyes drooped and her chin strained forward again. God!, she
really responded like dynamite, thought Bob.
"Well," she said, "I'm afraid they'll start missing me soon if I don't
get back. We'll have to find a better way to do this," she coyly
licked her lips looking at him, "I don't know what to tell Joe though,
he won't want me to leave him, but that was better than any orgasm
I've ever had before."
Whooooops, "Why do you need to tell Joe," her husband, he realized.
"Why don't we keep this our secret?"
She pouted. "Oh, but I can't let this stop, its better than I've ever
known it could be. Besides, I need you soo bad, I don't think I can go
without you now."
With this she virtually plastered her body to his and sank her tongue
into his mouth in one pulsating kiss, one hand gently caressing his
crotch through his pants. This served only to remind him that he
hadn't gotten off yet, and was very excited himself.
"Do you think you could take care of my...," he started, and realized
he had a meeting he'd be late for already. He'd miss it completely if
he continued to play. He sighed.
Instead he pushed the thoughts at her that this tryst was their
secret, only they should know about it, and she would forget about any
sexual activities with him when he wasn't around. He add the last for
fear her husband might worm it out of her anyway... as she turned to
leave, he ran his fingers across her breasts, down her side, and
carefully rubbed her bottom, sliding his middle finger along the
crack between her cheeks. Fran lightly breathed an animalistic
groan as she left.
Somewhat frustrated, but intrigued by this power, he slipped into the
meeting. For effect he projected to everyone that he'd been there all
along.
====
That night he began to dig through boxes in the basement. If he could
find the book, maybe, just maybe there was something to explain
controlling subjects better.
He dug through the boxes for almost two hours before he finally
found the book. It was as he remembered it, brown and small. He took
it up to his bedroom to examine.
The rest of the evening Bob spent studying and re-studying the book's
narration. The symbols became easier to translate, and he found
himself thinking in terms of the symbols rather than english for the
concepts. He realized it didn't matter because he was never going to
explain these concepts to anyone. The easier it became to think this
way, the more he could feel the symbols in his head.
Finally, he looked at the clock and saw it was nearly 1:00 AM. He
needed to work Thursday, and he needed sleep. Before going to sleep
he decided this book required a good safe place for keeping it. He
didn't want anyone else to see it or get a chance to read it.
The only other person that knew about it was Betty. Bob figured she'd
shown no interest, and was confused or unable to decipher the symbols.
She'd probably already forgotten it. If she ever asked, he could tell
her the book was thrown out.
It occurred to Bob that if anyone found out what he could do, there
would be problems. Notorious secret agencies and spies, etc. Suddenly
this became very frightening. He had no idea who or what would want
to have this knowledge but he could imagine many people that would
kill to get it.
He went to sleep thinking of this.
Not surprisingly, his dreams were filled with hostile agents and 'men
from the government, here to help you'. At one point, Betty was
sucking his cock and saying between licks, "now remember, I agreed to
do this if you just hand over the book." He woke up startled and
aroused. It took seconds to see that nobody was in his bedroom with
him.
He managed a shaky shower, dressed, and carefully embedded the book
back into the box in the basement. If it took him two hours to find
it there, it would be unlikely anyone else would find it quickly
burgling his house.
He ate his breakfast with abandon, and rushed off to work.
====
It was Thursday and Bob couldn't keep his mind on work. He thought
about the fun he'd had playing in the storage room with Fran the day
before. He began to wonder if he could get her there again today.
He wandered by Fran's desk, but she wasn't there. Asking after her,
he discovered she was out for the morning at a vendor site for
contract work. Disappointed, he thought about looking around the
building for another prospective subject.
After a moment though, he thought better of the idea and went back to
work. Fran was someone he'd already touched. It might be a good idea
to use only the subject he already had worked on before moving to
someone else. So instead he wrapped himself in the design he was
working up and shortly, was very involved.
After rereading a new section he'd written, he looked up and around
the office. Something different was going on in his mind today.
He looked an Randi, the brunette across the aisle from him. He could
see, at least in his mind, the book's symbols moving through her mind.
With a little effort he could make out her thoughts, piecemeal, as she
worked. A stream of ideas and actions melded together as Randi worked
her project. He wondered if he could just block them for a moment.
As as he thought of this, he tried it. He instinctively knew which
symbol to use and where to insert it. He realized after he'd done it
that he'd intended to behave himself until Fran was back. Well, after
all, my patience is thin today, he thought.
Meanwhile, Randi, had sat back and looked stumped. She started to
scowl. The same problem kept spinning in the patterns in her mind, and
every time the solution she'd been working towards came up, Bob's
symbol blocked it out. He grinned to himself, and withdrew the
symbol. She immediately smiled to herself and scrambled to commit the
solution to paper.
Bob remembered Randi at a party he'd had for the office. His house
was a mess afterwards, and she'd attended with a skinny bookish
fellow. She'd kept that guy on a short leash all night. In fact the
only time he saw the guy away from her was when he'd gone to the can.
Bob looked at Randi closely as though for the first time. Her hair was
down to her shoulders with decorative clips one either side above her
ears. Today she was wearing a trousers and blouse combination.
Faintly, through the blouse, he could see a thin bra, although he
couldn't make out her nipples. Her breasts were small, but round
enough to give her more than a boyish shape. She had dark eyes with a
thin nose nestled between and below. Her lips were moist and smooth
with just a touch of teeth or tongue occasionally showing as she
appeared to mutter to herself.
Bob checked the time. Fran wouldn't be back yet for two more hours.
Since he was toying with Randi now, well, what the heck. He started
to examine her closely to see what the symbols looked like when she
thought.
He discovered there was more than one stream of thought in process.
Apparently, most of the nervous system was passing symbols about. He
wondered that so many streams could run at once, but the conscious
stream was the strongest, most active. He tried inserting an itch
sensation into the stream from her shoulder.
Immediately, without dropping any other activity, Randi began to
scratch her shoulder. He dropped the sensation and she stopped
scratching.
Now, that was something! He pushed a tickle and tingle sensation into
her nipples. He was satisfied to see them pop visibly hard under her
blouse and bra. She took in a sharp breath but continued to work,
resisting the new urge to pay attention to the arousal of her tits.
The result seemed to enhance her state so she began to squirm a bit in
her seat. A bead of sweat rolled down to her eyebrows.
Now Bob was excited. He wanted to see if her could make her orgasm
publicly without any contact. So now he reached out into her body to
stimulate the nerves in her crotch. Without dropping the manipulation
of her tits, he moved to a sensation from the lips of her pussy, to
the clit itself, gently increasing the strength without controlling
any other body functions.
She visibly lost her concentration on the project now. Looking around
she saw Bob looking at her, and developed a look of panic. Her breath
was coming in panting rhythm and her hips had begun a slight sway. She
clearly suffered embarrassment at her sudden loss of control. He saw
her suppress a moan. He kept moving the sensations and increasing the
strength. He eyelids drooped, her tongue moistened her lips and she
began to stretch her head and neck from side to side.
Randi turned red with obvious embarrassment. Amused, Bob shot her his
best quizzical look. Her stifled moans were turning into sharp grunts.
Her hand moved to her crotch. Seemingly she struggled, twisting in
her chair a few moments, hoping to suppress the unexpected bodily
activity. It was hopeless though. She gave in to her body and slipped
the hand into her pants. Bob could only see her arm go under the
desk, but he knew exactly what she was fingering. Looking around to
see if anyone else could see, Randi gave up the idea of keeping Bob
from seeing her condition. A moment later her other hand caressed and
twisted her nipples, allowing Bob a view of her delicately red painted
fingernails.
She came with a loud thump, almost convulsively, as she suppressed as
much sound as she could, jamming her fist in her mouth, her teeth
biting down on the knuckles. The stifling little gasps and sobs that
followed were a delight to Bob's ears.
As she finished Randi hung her head to her chest, tucked her feet
under the chair spreading her knees, both hands embraced the desk
about 4 feet apart. She gasped in the air to stabilize her body. Her
hair curtained her face.
Finally, after regaining some composure, she looked up at Bob. He was
still watching her with an intensity given of a man who was horny.
"I don't know what came over me," again she flushed with embarrassment.
"I found that very exciting, myself. Do you have this happen often?"
he asked as innocently as possible. He really didn't want to give
himself away. Looking at the clock, he realized that this had only
used 15 minutes of the 2 hours before Fran returned. An hour and
three quarters remained. Should he take Randi, certainly not here,
but should he take her, too?
"You certainly got a cheap thrill at my expense then, didn't you?!" she
snapped, anger rising in her.
"Don't blame me, I never touched you or even got close."
"Yeah," she eased back. "I guess I lost control. That never happened
to me before!"
"You have a boyfriend?, I mean do you get enough or maybe do you get
excited sensually by yourself when you aren't getting any?"
"I just broke up with John. I don't need to, um, get any, to be just
fine thank you." That did it. He looked for the stream from her eyes
and added a touch of excitement to it whenever she looked his way.
Just a touch.
"Well, I can't figure it out, but I really liked watching you."
"Look you, I don't need you watching me masturbate at work," then she
looked at him again, and this time she half lurched. "on the other
hand..." She had that look of realization cross her face. That look
someone gets as if seeing something they've seen before in a whole new
light. "Um, let's not talk about this now, okay?"
"Okay." he replied. "Instead, let's find a place to fuck."
"Whatever do you think I am!?," He reached under her conscious
controls and planted suggestions to meet him in the storage room in 5
minutes. "Some kind of whore? You animal , Bob, you'd better leave me
alone or so help me, you'll never hear the end of this."
"Okay Randi, but don't blame me if you can't control those spontaneous
orgasms. You did so well with that last one, I hardly noticed. By the
way, I'll try the storage room and wait there for you."
Humiliated by her own body, she turned away from him in anger. He just
got up and walked down the hall to the storage room to wait. "You'll
wait a long time," she called out to him.
Shortly after he'd closed the door, Randi came storming in. He tried
to look a little surprised, after all she thought he'd been told off.
"What are you doing?," she demanded.
"What do you mean?" Again he reached under the conscious level and
instructed her body to find the clothing very uncomfortable in his
presence.
"Whatever makes you think I'd want to screw a twerp like you!?" That
stung, but he was in control of what her body was doing, she was still
only acting out rage at being caught in a public orgasm.
She turned towards the door. Instead of exiting though, she took off
her shoes and started unbuttoning the pants.
Bob reached around her and began to play with her nipples through the
blouse. He tweaked the body controls to prevent her from stopping him.
Her body went loose from the arousal.
"You are making it difficult to undress, jerk. Why am I undressing?"
She was startled to find her body was still not following the
conscious decisions she made to avoid this encounter.
He withdrew his hands and took off his clothing, then locked the door.
It hadn't occurred to him anyone would bother them, but what the heck.
"I really don't want to do this Bob." Randi continued to protest as
she fondled his now rigid manhood.
"Your lying. Now maybe since you used the term, I'll just call you a
whore when we're in private."
She was clearly stunned at the abusive tone he'd begun to take. But
she knelt down and tenderly licked his prick. Rubbing the flat sides
of her teeth along the length of it she also began playing with his
balls.
"You must be some kind of whore, or you wouldn't have come straight
here to be fucked" Bob reiterated, pushing the humiliation buttons in
her head too. She opened her beautiful moist lips and engulfed the
head of his penis. Although not 'hung' as porn stars, Bob had a good
sized cock, about 6+7 inches long, but thicker than most. She
struggled trying to get it all the way back to her throat. He could
feel her tongue wrapping lightly around the glans as she closed her
eyes and tried to vacuum an eruption from him.
Bob could feel motion build inside himself as he pressed her head
against his cock. Her lips and teeth continued to reach for the root
of the organ, and he could see that she was starting to become aroused
again herself.
He pulled out of her mouth.
"Stand up, lean against the shelves over there." He pointed out a low
shelf that would force her into a bent in the middle position.
"No fucking way, you animal, I don't want to do this with you."
"I'm not keeping you here, by all means leave," he lied. She could no
more leave now than he could fly. She couldn't tell that though.
Meekly, she assumed the position he suggested.
"Okay, but try not to hurt me." she was resigned to this performance.
He had to do something to perk her up, so he planted the same raging
heat in her that made her come at her desk. "hnuhn" came moaning from
her now as he touched her. He guided his prick into her cunt while
she clutched the shelf with her hands. A throaty, "yesssss" rewarded
his penetration. He began to pump away, slowly at first and then
faster. She continued to "yesss" and "unngg ooooh, plleeeease" as he
thrust in again and again. He reached under her as his hips whacked
her ass, and found her little tits.
A sharp twist of the nipples generated another series of outrageous
moaning from his personal whore. She began to come. Her pelvis humped
as hard as it could against his manhood. She suppressed the scream
into an almost barking cough, but he didn't let up. He forced her body
right back into aroused state by pushing the correct symbols back in
place. Already exhausted, she pumped with the adrenaline of another
rising orgasm.
Up from his scrotum built a liquid fire sensation that he'd never felt
before. He didn't stop pumping the liquid fire into her for what
seemed like forever. He finally pulled out washed with pleasure and
joy. That was his first fuck in almost a year.
"Happy you scum?" She was flushed with that freshly fucked look, but
still was hostile consciously about what was happening. He found that
exciting too.
"Lick me clean, whore." She shook her head, but to her own amazement
was soon carefully washing his cock and balls of her juices and his
come, with her tongue.
"I don't know why I did this with you," she worked in between licks,
"But you better not tell anyone or so help me..."
"Come to my house after work tomorrow." He answered. He simply added
this as an unconscious command rather than justify himself verbally.
This could be real fun. I gotta do Fran today too, he thought.
"No fuckin' way, bastard," she continued to lick. He was up again and
pulled her face into his prick. She opened her mouth and took it in
again with a little maneuvering. Her tongue felt good working the
seam on the bottom, and before he knew it, the come spurted into her
mouth, and as he pulled out, all over her face.
"Now look what you've done!" she snapped.
"Hard to avoid with your pretty little whore face. Before you leave
hadn't you better get dressed." She snarled in his general direction
as she pulled on her pants. He walked up behind her while she snapped
them closed, and took the opportunity for another grasp at those lovely
little tits. "You also best admit you are my whore to use, or everyone
in the office will hear, and maybe several others will take turns
too."
She blanched. "I,uh,I..." She realized she couldn't let anyone know
she'd done this. She might lose her job. How could she have allow Bob
the liberties he'd just taken with her?
"Come on slut, you can say it. Tell me you're my property and you
really want to be my whore."
"Fuck you!" she was confused still over her bodily responsiveness.
"Tut tut, you could be in the sack with someone really repulsive if
you keep that up."
"I'm your fuckin' whore, goddamnit"
"Not good enough, bitch." He waited, brutally twisting her nipples now
to stress the point. He could see the shot of pain/pleasure rise
through her chest to her throat. To her astonishment the humiliation
was beginning to excite her too. She couldn't tell this had been Bob's
doing also.
"I'm your whore, your personal slut." she finally got out in a demure,
half seductive, half aroused voice.
"Fine, I'll expect you at seven tomorrow. Come dressed nicely." She
slipped away finally and Bob pulled his own clothes on. He relished
the thought of having Randi and Fran at his beck and call.
====
He stopped by Purchasing that afternoon. Randi had been avoiding his
eyes since this morning, but he knew she'd show up Friday night. It
was time to get Fran in line as well.
This time the blond was sitting at her desk. Her lovely lips moved as
she spoke into the phone. He could make out her nipples through the
blouse and bra she wore. He slipped up behind her and leaned across
her shoulders. Her cleavage was unstable as she moved her shoulders
back so he'd get a better view. She smiled up at him and licked her
lips as she spoke to someone apparently chasing a Purchase Order.
He could easily make out his control symbols imposed on her
personality. Yesterday, he'd been pretty clumsy with the process,
but today he could see more subtle paths to manipulate the responses.
He spent a few minutes adjusting her view of him as her secret lover,
and her assumptions about what he was entitled to do. Of course, he
left the control that she'd forget about all this when not with him.
He looked around. Her low cubical walls wouldn't hide much, but no one
was around. He slid his hand inside and down the back of her skirt,
slipping a finger into the crack of her ass. She frantically looked
around to reassure herself no one was watching, but kept talking on the
phone.
After fingering Fran for a moment, with the delight catches in her
breath while she spoke on the phone, Bob decided they should retire to
a more private location. He scribbled a note, 'when you get free,
call me'. Before he left he gently palmed both of her breasts and
tweaked the nipples, this elicited a moan she had to cover the phone
to conceal. She looked at the note and nodded.
He wanted to take her right there while she was on the phone, those
big tits were so damned tempting, and the idea of putting her through
the paces while talking on the phone really turned him on. He would
wait though until she called. He went back to his desk.
Shortly the phone rang. Fran for certain.
"Hiya," nope it was Betty. "I need to you remember to get some glue
for that project I'm working on."
"Right, uh, Betty could you come by on Saturday instead of tomorrow
night," he had completely forgotten their date, "something came up."
"Well, if you say so, what's doing?"
"Um, I gotta see Ben," yeah that's it, "He's going to help me rebuild
the speakers for my stereo."
"Oh." the pause wasn't too long, "Okay, be there in the morning then.
Ta!" Click!
Before he could pin down when she'd come by, she'd disconnected. Shit.
He wasn't sure he wanted to adjust her to conceal knowledge of his new
pets. He was beginning to suspect the adjustments should be much more
subtle than he'd managed so far... then the phone range again.
"Hello?"
"Bob, this is Fran," she didn't sound too busy to provide the service
he needed now. "Why am I supposed to call you?"
Ooops, he thought.
"We're supposed to meet this afternoon." he waited with concern.
"Why?, I don't handle purchases for your group any more. And there's
nothing on this note to indicate we were to meet."
Bob suppressed a rising panic. The symbols had failed to hold! Wait!
the instructions she was given were valid when they were together! She
just didn't see them being together right now, so of course she was
forgetting everything. He tried to reach out over to her through the
phone. All he could sense was a wisp of the symbols, and even that
wasn't over the phone, it was through the building... What to do?
"Tell you what, I'll come to your desk and explain it to you."
"That'll do, bring the paperwork for whatever this is about, and we'll
figure out who should really be taking care of you." click! He'd show
her who should take care of him!
"Hey Randi," he called across to the brunette. She looked up, somewhat
apprehensive, remembering her unwilling pleasure that morning. "Look
after my phone for a while, I'm going to see someone in purchasing."
She nodded. For the sake of the leisure fun of it he inserted a
suggestion in her to slip off to the woman room to masturbate again,
thinking of course of him. He stopped at her desk a moment, long
enough to see her eyes pick up the lustful droop and her nipples
harden up in response. She looked up at him.
"Oh no," she had a bit of panic as well as lust in her voice, "Bob,
its happening again" this last she whispered, but followed with a
moan.
"Maybe you better go to the can for some privacy this time, whore."
She scrambled to her feet and started down the corridor. He could
see her buns squeezing together in spasms of anticipation.
When he got to Fran's desk, she had on a pair of glasses and was
gripping a pencil between her luscious lips as she typed at her
terminal. Seeing him, her eyes widened, the pencil dropped, and she
reached up to take off the glasses.
"Leave them on," he told her, "they look sexy. Now, why don't you get
us a nice private conference room for the next hour." She smiled,
nodded and started calling the secretary that booked the conference
rooms.
While she did this Bob concentrated on another problem. He needed to
implant some code that he could use on the phone to get her attention.
He did so, using a phrase that would seem to make sense to anyone
that overheard, "purchase order 002x". Fit her job, somewhat, but bore
no resemblance to a real PO number.
He saw several other people working in her area now, so he would have
to wait until they reached the conference room to play. Bob clasped
his hands behind his back and waited patiently. Soon Fran's phone
calls came up with a private site.
"Mr Gunderson is out of town today. His secretary took the day off
and his office is listed as available to the end of the day. I took
the liberty of reserving it for the rest of the day..." She looked to
him for approval.
"I'll meet you there in 5 minutes." as he walked away, she cleaned up
the task she'd been working on before he'd gotten to her.
The walk to Gunderson's office took him past the women's room. He
paused and listened. He could hear Randi clearly making herself come
again. She was talking to herself though, "fuck that bastard, how dare
he use me like that, uhnng! uhnnng! uhnng!, who does, uhnng!, he think
he is?...unhhnhg!! God he was good!, nnnng unnggg innna aaaaah!"
He pulled open the door and called in, "Only a whore makes so much
noise, right Randi?"
"uhnhhg!," came the response.
He continued on.
When he got to Gunderson's office one of the other secretaries
unlocked the door for him. She was familiar, but he'd no idea who she
was. Nice legs, he thought, I like the twinkle in her eyes. Behave, he
told himself, Fran will be here soon.
As if to make the point, he saw her down the hall now. She'd left her
glasses on, nice touch. Her legs were visible from the knees down.
Today she had on a short skirt, a fairly flimsy white blouse, and the
nicest red high heel shoes. He reflected a moment on how nice Fran's
legs looked while she wore high heels. Come to think of it, she had
some really attractive ankles too. Good choice of toy, even if he'd
selected her as much by accident as anything else.
She stepped into the office ahead of him, snarling a little. "yes,
this should do." With a wave of her hand she dismissed the secretary,
who wandered down to the desk at the end of the hall as he watched.
"You can't have both of us you know," he heard her say. If only she
knew. Of course he could. But he was going to wait until he had this
power under complete control before he added anyone else to his toy
chest.
He stepped in and closed the door.
"Darling, I could hardly wait to see you again." She stepped forward
assuming perfectly her role as secret lover. "Do you still like what
you see?" Her face smoothly adopted an approval begging pout. Her
tongue licking her lips, with anticipation. She brushed back a wisp
of silky blond hair and sulkily drew her fingers down her neck, along
her collar bone to the valley between her boobs. Then she traced a
path with her her palm over the right tit, finishing by drawing her
hand down the sleek side of her body to her hip.
She stood in the middle of a large office with drawn blinds, a big
clean oak desk, and to one side was a couch suitable to the exercise
they would soon perform. The lush carpeting made the room very still.
He appreciated that immediately.
He walked around her slowly, admiring her large bust, and tight tush.
She stood posed for him, arms at her side palms out, elbows in. Her
long slender legs were only slightly parted, with her left knee bent
as though she was waiting for a photographer.
"Remain standing like that." He felt somewhat inspired by this goddess
vision before him. Her tits thrust forward so the little points and
the surrounding circles of her nipples stood out through her blouse
and bra. With a single finger he reached out to the left breast and
flicked the tip offered to him. The nipple rose further against the
restraining cloth.
"ooohh," she licked her lips again as her eyes faded to passion.
Whispering she uttered, "god, I love your touch."
"Move an inch and I'll have to punish you." Stepping behind her, he
hiked up her dress to her waist. He could see the cheeks of her ass
twitching from the hairsbreadth contact he'd made. Her breath caught
as he traced circles lazily on her right cheek over her panties.
"I don't like you wearing underwear when we meet." She flushed red for
a moment.
"Yes, lover. I'll remember to take them off before we meet next time."
He smiled at her response.
"And perhaps you should refer to me as Master, rather than Lover."
"But Bob," he waved her to silence.
"NO buts!, what I say goes, do we understand each other?"
"Yes master." She smiled but kept her stance as he had commanded
earlier.
Pulling the elastic of her panties and stockings back, he slid his
right hand down along the crack between her ass cheeks. Standing at
her left shoulder he could see her chin quiver with excitement at his
touch.
"What do we have here, toy?" She shuddered at this description of her
station.
"My ass.... master." Her head started to droop to her chest, but she
remembered before he said anything. Her head snapped back up, but her
eyes remained faded away as he touched her. He began to work his
middle finger into her asshole. She squeaked.
"Master, no I, uh, I don't like being touched there." She remained
true to her instructions but a strong apprehensive look came over her
face. Bob reached out with the symbols to the stream from her ass. He
could see it in his mind, she was only receiving pain messages from
the pucker his finger had invaded. He adjusted the stream a bit so
the pleasant sensations, which were there but blocked, became far
stronger. The pain sensations ebbed completely on their own. For a
moment, Bob allowed himself to be pleased with what he'd learned.
"unhh, ooh!" Fran muttered as she began now to thrust her anus onto
his finger. "God! give me more, I beg master, fuck me, I need to
coooommee...."
Still standing poised as though for a picture, Fran looked delectable
this way. All Bob had was two knuckles up her ass, yet she was visibly
shaking, having a hell of a time keeping her breasts jutting out and
hands open and out at her side. He could see her legs trying to raise
and drop her bottom onto his teasing finger, as she also tried to
squeeze her thighs together to get relief for her crotch as well. He
rather enjoyed the way her tongue kept trying to hang from the corners
of her mouth, and the bobbing motion her head had begun to make.
He withdrew his finger.
"Oh, pleease master, I want to come." She panted.
"Well, I think you can wait." He sat down on the edge of the couch,
and listened to her ravaged breathing as she stood before him, still as
he commanded. "Undress for me, slowly."
She moved gracefully to face him and began by unbuttoning her skirt.
After this dropped to the floor, she undid the buttons on her blouse,
one by one, watching him the entire time. Standing before him in her
Bra, panties, stockings and high heeled shoes, she lifted one leg at a
time to remove the shoes. Turning away, and looking at him over her
shoulder, she began to remove the straps of her bra, then undid the
clasp, dropping it well to one side before turning. She showed him the
huge, fleshy breasts, holding one in each hand, pinching her own
nipples between thumbs and forefingers. Awkwardly, she stepped out of
the panties and stockings last.
"Now come over here, undo my pants and blow me." She knelt down
between his legs and with both hands, with worshipful tenderness
unzipped his pants, pulling out his dick. As she held his cock in her
hand it became harder than it already had been. Now Bob leaned back as
she wrapped her lips briefly around the tip and licked the underside
of the head.
"Oh, yeah baby. That's what I need, some tender affection to my prick.
ahhhh." Her mouth began to engulf more of the object of her new desire
each time she leaned forward until he had struck the rear teeth. "Open
wider bitch, get it all down!" he commanded.
"MMMrgph!" was her only reply as her fingers worked the base of his
prick, and aroused his balls. She drove the cock into her throat. Wide
as his prick was, this was far less than an easy task. He saw her
determined look as her tongue finally started to wash his flopping
balls and upper lip reached the root of his cock. She began to pump
up and down, three, four time, pause, pump again.
"Ungh!, Ungh!, Ungh!, " he uttered with each stroke. As his come
started to rise in his balls he stopped her, "Up." he commanded.
Staggering to his feet he arranged her on the floor, shapely legs
parted for his entry, and had her grasp her knees. He entered Fran
for the first time to the sound of her groaning pleasure.
"ooohhh, god, oohh, god, oh, god!" she moaned and made animalistic
guttural grunts as he thrust his meat as deep as he could manage. She
was tight enough for him to feel a grip to her. But her cunt was also
soaking wet by now.
Her pelvis was pulsing with his motions now as much as she could
manage without losing him. She clearly wanted to scream as she clamped
her teeth down on her hand. Bob could feel Fran's orgasm come in a
shuddering quake that started at her crotch and expanded to encompass
her entire body. Once she'd come though, she kept moving, building
another from the ashes of the last... His orgasm started to build too,
and as she approached her second, his cock loosed a torrent of come
into her dripping hot cunt. He smothered her lips with his, forcing
his tongue past hers to explore those pearly teeth she'd been licking
to entice him earlier.
She came again squealing into his mouth as he finished, pounding
against the floor so hard, Bob was certain someone would hear and
investigate. But he was to far gone to care about interruptions now.
He rolled off and looked at this woman, glowing with joy and sexual
pleasure. She struggled, staggering a bit, to her knees and began to
suck him again, cleaning the fluids off as she went. To his surprise,
this made his cock rise from retirement. He enjoyed the sensations her
tongue, lips and teeth gave him until he was stiff as when he first
entered her.
"Now, you will remain kneeling but lower your shoulders to the floor."
He moved to his knees and worked around behind her. Juices from her
cunt had dribbled down to her ass pucker, she wouldn't need much more
moisture, especially since she'd lubricated his cock with her mouth.
He spread her cheeks and began rubbing her anus with his cock's
tip. This aroused her a bit. Just as his finger had earlier, now that
he'd 'adjusted' her response. Bob grinned to himself.
As he pressed the head of his penis into her ass, she moaned into the
rug. It took work to move in, even with her help, but inch by inch he
slid into her ass. "no, aaahh, no, yessssss," she groaned. "my god, I
can't believe I'm getting it up up up... mmmmunnnngh, my, goddam ass!"
He finally drove the last inch home, she lifted her head in surprise
and pleasure. He started the first pull back and she started to cry
out "More, pleeassee fuck my ass, god yesss god yesss god yesss!" and
he built up the speed, little at a time.
She moved her hand to her clit and rubbed her pussy lips as well.
Leaning against her right ear, she used her other hand to pull and
pinch her nipple on the left side. She shuddered with orgasm, and
stifled the scream for another. Bob could tell another was
coming soon.
Bob had built up to his own release by now. The heat in his loins was
strong and rising. The pressure was pushing, and the tightness of her
butt was pure heaven. Coming in her ass with a stream of jism, he
grunted his own pleasure in thumping motions.
Pulling out was a sensation in pleasure too, his cock felt like it was
being milked for any extra drops left in the tip. He drew aside on the
couch, still panting, and admired the cum dripping down Fran's legs.
Fran cleaned herself and sank into the couch beside Bob. She snuggled
in like an adolescent lover, and radiated an after sex joy he hadn't
seen a woman display for quite some time. Bob just relaxed and
enjoyed her proximity, playing from time to time with her nipples.
Checking his watch, Bob realized the work day was at an end and
someone might interrupt at any time. Instructing Fran to get dressed,
he thought about his plans for the weekend.
"Fran, listen carefully."
"Yes master!"
"Tomorrow evening, you will find an excuse to leave home. I want you
at my house promptly at 6:30 PM. Got that!?"
"Yes master." She pouted for a moment, then grinned. "My girlfriends
are having a party. I'll be gone most of the night I guess."
"Very good. Do you have any good slutty clothing?"
"I don't know what you mean, I don't have slutty things."
Of course she wouldn't he thought. "Do you own any slinky seductress
outfits? Perhaps a french maid outfit?"
"Oh yes master!" She positively beamed, her pink tongue slightly
touching her lips in anticipation.
"Bring them with you tomorrow. Tidy this place up before you leave,
and remember we had a very productive meeting if anyone should ask..."
Silently, he reinforced his instructions underneath her conscious
mind and slipped out of the office.
He was delighted with the results of his new powers so far, now if
only it works as well on Betty. But Friday night was going to be
delightful, possibly exhausting as well.
====
More soon. _A Weekend by the Book_, if/when I get to it.
-Blackie
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This is more of _The Book_ mind control story, pure adolescent fantasy.
m/f, f/f non-consensual (no violence)
Hit 'n', miss it now, or else accept the contents as is...
_A Weekend by the Book_
section (a)
Those wonderful, slightly chill mornings with the birds chirping
noisily outside his bedroom window always made Bob want to stay in
bed. The silky touch of his comforter against his naked legs was a
sensual pleasure he enjoyed almost as much as sex itself. He hadn't
opened his eyes yet, and wasn't sure he wanted to.
He was lingering over the dream he'd had as he awoke, a dream in soft
cushioned heavens with a soft supple woman he'd never seen before.
Literally an angel, wings although no halo, she'd taken him to the
peaks of ecstasy in his dream. He could remember a ledge, and
clouds, but very little else. The haze of passing dream memory made
her even more attractive as his wakening mind tried to recreate the
lushness of their acts together.
He finally rose from bed, and happily relished the fact of today as a
holiday. Looking at the clock, he could tell he'd slept a sinful
extra half hour to almost 8:00 AM.
He leaned against the wall in the shower. The water flowed in little
waterfalls over his shoulders, arms, and chest. This sensation also
gave a smooth relief of pleasure, while he reflected back on the
preceding day's activities. He wanted to believe it wasn't all a
dream, along with the angelic visitor of his sleep. He knew it wasn't
because despite the free fall way his life had become, he could see
the symbols. The Book's symbols. He saw the passage of the symbols
along his own legs and arms, even the tiny streams along the surface
of his skin. They paralleled the streams of water, glistening in the
morning light.
He finished the shower knowing today would be another shining wonder
in his life.
Bob dressed in his jeans and a tee-shirt, ate breakfast, and cleaned
the mess from breakfast. It was about 9:00 and he needed to run some
errands at the stores and the mall.
==========
He did some grocery shopping first. The supplies were to last him the
next week, but Bob wanted to be prepared for the possible activities,
so he stocked up more heavily than usual. After he paid, it occurred
to him, payment was totally unnecessary. He was glad he'd paid
anyway.
After unloading the groceries at home, he grabbed his speakers,
shoved them in the car and drove to his friend Ben's stereo repair
shop. They'd been performing poorly for a month or so. He hadn't
meant to get them fixed today, but his lie to Betty had to be made
good.
He went in the store from the back door. Ben owned the shop, although
he was the service expert as well. None of his employees could hold a
candle to his talents with electronics. Ben was proud of his high
school buddy.
"Ben," Bob's friend was about 6 feet tall, 4 inches shorter than Bob,
with a dark complexion and a pudgy tummy. "how long to fix these?"
"Bob! Let's see," He picked up one of the boxes, "It'll take a while
to get you an estimate, you know that?"
"Yeah, well, I've got a woman coming over tonight," he looked around
quickly and gave Ben one of those 'manly' knowing looks, "it's not
Betty and I don't want her to know. I told her you were going to help
me with these..."
"Geeze Bob", shaking his head, Ben opened the backs of the speakers
to examine them, "you know I'll help if I can, but man, I don't know
whats wrong without checking these out first."
"I know, I know. Just tell me what you can do."
"So your working on two babes at once, eh?"
"Well, let's just say I've lucked into some nice ass while Betty is
stringing me along..."
"You know, if you're horny, we can work something out with Janet."
Janet was Ben's wife. Ben and Janet had an open arrangement, partly
because Ben got off on seeing his wife with another man. Bob hadn't
liked the idea before, especially since Janet really didn't like Bob
much. He wasn't sure why, he figured it had something to do with Bob
dragging Ben off to poker games occasionally. "I know she doesn't
like you much, but if I talk to her, she'll do just about anything."
"Actually Ben, I think I could talk her into spreading for me without
your help. I'm just not so sure its a real good idea."
Ben snorted out a laugh. He'd gotten both speakers open by now, and
had to step back while laughing so as to avoid damage.
"Forgive me Bob," he wiped his eyes and suppressed, badly, the huge
grin creeping across his face. "Janet would do it if I asked, not for
any other reason. I've had to put up with her bitching about you."
"Oh?" Ben was curious, "What IS her complaint with me anyway?"
"She thinks you are not good enough to be my friend. She keeps
telling me you haven't got enough class, you abuse our friendship,
you spend too much time drinking and crap like that." Well, at least
the drinking wasn't true.
"So?, why'd she marry you then?, you and I move in the same circles,
so to speak."
"I dunno. She fell head over heels in love or lust or somethin'."
"I'll tell you what Ben. I'll bet you double or nothing the cost of
the repair, I go to your house and fuck her silly while you wait
here."
"You think so!? I'll bite, what's the gimmick? You get some film of
her doing something you can blackmail her with? Fat chance!"
"Nothing like it. I'll even get her to call you to talk while I'm
making her, how's that?"
"Oh, man, I'd love that. I'd fix your speakers for nuthin' just for
the opportunity to watch or listen to her being humped, and you know
it. It ain't gonna happen though."
"Okay, you got it! I'm on my way."
"You sure you don't want me to call her first? She really doesn't like
you much. I wasn't kidding."
"I don't care if she throws darts at my photo in your wedding pics.
She'll beg for a repeat performance when you get home."
"Shit." was the last word from Ben before Bob left.
Bob glowed inside with the knowledge he couldn't lose this bet, and
Ben wouldn't be hurt by his project. Every encounter gave him extra
valuable knowledge, and this would be no different.
===========
Bob got to Ben's house at 10:20 AM. The house was an old two story,
fairly attractive in light blue. Bob smiled at the sight of the white
picket fence around the yard. The house was on a corner and he'd
never quite got into the habit of walking all the way around the
corner to the front gate. He usually parked around the side by the
back of the house.
Once again, he jumped the fence. Musing, he figured this was easily
another influence effecting why Janet didn't like him as any.
He walked through the back porch door, and rang the bell next to the
kitchen door. Reaching out, he could feel the symbols down the
basement. She was coming up the stairs, he judged, and had seen him
jump the fence through the basement window. He could feel her ankles
rise and drop climbing each step. She radiated symbols strongly
shouting 'disapproval'.
The door opened, and there, in a glorious ray of sunlight, stood
Janet. She was about 5 foot 8 inches. Her slightly auburn hair was
nicely set off by her freckles. She had a hostile frown on her plush
lips and the wrinkles around her eyes show more concern than he'd
remembered being there. Dressed in a sweat suit for house work, he
could only see some of her curves he had admired in the past. He
knew her chest was larger than her frame would suggest, and her
slender legs rivaled those of the best dancers. He was somewhat
curious as to the color of pubic hair in the past, and figured he'd
find out today for certain.
The moment taken up by reflection passed. She began an irritated
pout, and brushed back her hair.
"So Bob!" she spurted out. "To what do I owe this visit? I know you're
aware that Ben is at work."
He stepped past her, and he spoke, "I know, just came from his shop. I
never did find out why you let him work there, since you guys have all
that money from your father." She followed him to the living room,
where as Bob recalled, there was a perfectly comfortable lounge chair
with a phone on the table next to it. Excellent, he thought.
"He needs to work, to keep his hands busy, you know that." snarling.
"Yep," he grinned lecherously, "keeps his hands off you, I'm sure."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"I made a bet with Ben, that I'd seduce you today."
She stared dumbstruck at him for a minute, then laughed hysterically.
Bob just waited, knowing with his new talent, nothing she did would
stop him from taking her. She finally collapsed in the chair, and
calmed herself a bit.
"You know, even if you had any chance before," she still giggled
between words, "you couldn't do it now that you've warned me. You
might as well leave now."
"I don't think there'll be a problem. Before you know it, you'll want
me in you so bad you won't care about the bet at all."
"You're pretty sure of yourself for someone so full of shit." she
crossed her arms over her chest, allowing him some view of the curves
concealed by the sweat shirt. "You are beginning to get me pissed, and
believe me, that ain't gonna help a sorry little sot like you get
anywhere." She grinned in a sadistic manner, "besides I've screwed
just about everyone else Ben knows, at his request I might add, and he
has never, thank the heavens, asked me to do anything with you. If he
does, it will be the first and only time I refuse. It might be the
grounds for our divorce, happy though he makes me otherwise." It was
clear she thought she'd stung him.
Bob finally started exerting some changes in the thought streams her
body was using. As he laughed back, he insinuated the tendrils of
pleasure up through her thighs and along the back of her neck.
"I think you will shortly find your opinion unreliable, even for your
own judgment of your own actions..." He reached directly to the nerve
streams her groin used and slid the symbols in that caused sexual
heat to rise from within. "Shall we get started or would you like to
deny your own body's lust a while longer?"
She twisted head to the side a bit, gritting her teeth. "How do you
expect me to be aroused by such a lousy approach?"
"Actually, I've suspected for some time you want me. You always react
hostily to me, but I always suspected you want to cajole me into
sexual action with you. Ben may have his desires, this struck me as
one of yours." Of course, he knew she was being aroused by his mental
manipulation of her nervous system, but he wanted her consciousness to
believe she'd simply suppressed her desires.
"You're nuts," by this time he'd sent a few tingles through her cunt
lips, and clit, she was twisting in the lounge chair trying not to
show her arousal, "you are imagining things. <unggh>"
Bob began to undress. His penis was nestled, retracted, in amongst his
balls. As the hanging silence became more pronounced, he knelt before
her, and pulled her running shoes off. By now, her head was lolling
back and a few drops of sweat were rolling off her forehead. He could
make out the pale bottom of her chin as he rolled her sweat pants down
her legs. "Unngh oooohh," she loosed the groans with reluctant
acknowledgment of her heightened state of arousal. Her panties, a
pale pink frilly pair, wet and smelling uniquely of woman, came off
through his administration next.
"I can't, aahh, be so, eeaa, so hot, gggnnn, hot from arggggg, arguing
with yyyaaahhh, you.... oh god yes" he was gently tickling the lips of
her pussy with his fingers. He had a fine view now of her luscious
slender legs, which were stretching out to point the toes in pulsing
motions. "ggnnnnggoooood, oooohhh mooorre"
He lifted the sweat shirt up over her breasts. Delightfully, her
melon sized boobs were unencumbered by a bra. The lovely freckles,
so attractive on her countenance, also graced the pale skin of her
tits. He could almost see little circles form by the little dots
as the two orbs bounced and wobbled from the motions Janet was now
making.
"Lift your arms." She did as instructed and he pulled off the top over
her head. Her hair, fell through the neck of the sweat shirt, almost
in slow motion, gliding across her smooth, naked shoulders. He felt
his own arousal as his prick began to stiffen.
"Oh Bobbbb," she had now yielded to his physical advances. He stroked
the nipples of one tit, watching it grow to attention as he sucked
the other nipple into his mouth, teasing it inside with his tongue.
"oh yessss, suck me, suck suck suck... me" her lithe fingers stroked
through his hair, smoothing the errant strays while pulling, and
sinking his head into the breast he was attacking. He blocked the
orgasm he saw developing in her, coming mostly from the stimulation
of her breasts.
He had a call to make first.
"Mmnnph!," he pulled back against the pressure of both of her arms
now. God!, she's strong, he thought. "pick up the phone, call Ben."
"Unnh, don't stop. don't don't." she muttered, apparently at the brink
but unable to breach the barrier. "why, inuhhhh, call Ben? just fuck
me, oh god please fuck me...unng.."
"Don't you think he'd like to hear you coming?" He clamped his finger
and thumb tightly on her nipple, twisting sharply <nnng, uuuuuuahhh>.
He could see she was expecting that to send her over, but instead it
just sent her pelvis into deeper thrusts, seeking cock that hadn't
been inserted yet. Her fulfillment would wait a touch longer.
She fumbled, and between grunts and moans, managed to dial the
number. She strained her eyes open and closed as the other end rang.
And when the voice answering was not Ben, she struggled to suppress
the sounds her throat was forcing past her tongue.
"Hi, <ahemmm> this is Janet, can I <cough> speak with my husband."
She barely managed to contain her voice as Bob pulled her legs up
over the arms of the chair and began to slide his hand over her ass.
She shouldn't bother hiding her activities, he thought. Everyone who
works with Ben knows how you two operate. "unghh!, please, unhgg,
ooohhh pleeease!"
"Hello, <grnnnt> Ben?," the voice seemed to confirm it, "Bob is here,
and he tells me, ugnngh, you guys made a bet of ooaaah, some kind...
uh uh uh uh" Bob had inserted two fingers in her cunt and was
starting to thrust them.
"Here," she panted as she held out the phone, "he wants <rrrrggggh> to
talk, mmmmmm, to you."
"Bob!?, Bob!?, Bob!?"
"Yup," Bob had to exert a measure of self control to keep from
breathing heavily into the phone, "she's hot to trot, ready for
fucking. How would you like me to take her?"
"I don't believe,... never mind! I don't care, I just want to hear
her while she's coming!" Ben responded.
"Okay, you listen, she'll hold the phone to her throat..."
He handed the phone back to Janet. Obedient to the instructions, she
pinned the phone where the receiver would pick up every throaty sound
she loosed.
"Okay Janet, since Ben hasn't got a preference, and you're so convinced
I can't get in your pants, how do you want it?"
"Oh Bob, I uh uh uh, I'm sorry, uh uh uh, fuck me Bob, fuck me! please
fuck me! god!! fuck fuck fuck, pleeeese."
He worked himself up into position to enter, and in a single lunge,
thrust the length of his cock deep inside her. "OooooooOH!" was her
immediate response. As he thrust, he let himself come pretty quickly,
a fountain of come flooding freely through his prick. He kept pounding
to her thumping grunts and slowly released the block on her orgasm,
causing her building heat to rise higher still.
"YESSSS!, YES YES YES YES, oh FUCK SHIT FUCK GOD!" she screamed,
completely without restraint as the sensation drew her on. In one
final screaming pitch, she pounded up and down so hard, he thought the
chair was creaking louder than it should. She released completely with
an ear piercing primal scream.
She lay panting frantically on the chair as he stood up. She was
clearly used up, needing to recover before she could even speak. The
sweat dripped into a puddle on the chairs arms, head rest, back and
elsewhere, competing with the puddle of sexual juices by her ass.
"Hello? Hello?" squawked from the phone. Bob picked it up. Janet was
in no condition to do so.
"Ben, you still there."
"Goddamn, I wet my pants." came Ben's voice calmly as though he'd
dropped a screw driver.
"Well, you lose the bet lad."
"I guess so, who'd of guessed."
"Talk to you later."
"Later." and the phone clicked as Ben hung up.
Janet just sat there, eyes closed, panting, helpless before him. Bob
enjoyed this view and toyed with her hair while he stood beside her.
"We'll do this again won't we Janet?" She opened her eyes and looked
at him with astonishment. Gulping, she straightened up a bit.
"I h-h-hope so. I'd never would've thought you'd be the best sex I'd
ever had. I want more, but I'm burnt out."
"There'll be another time." He began to dress.
"I'm sorry about the things I said... stay, we can screw again in a
little while."
"Its okay, like I said, I think you were using it to build sexual
tension or some such shit."
"Yeah, well, that was the best fuck I can remember." Still naked she
walked to the kitchen with him. "I want to repeat the experience
often. Ben won't mind, honest."
"I know, gotta go now." With this Bob turned and embraced her in his
arms. He kissed her passionately, as she returned the kiss with her
tongue caressing his lips.
Bob was pleased, he'd only controlled some of her physical reactions.
Not at all like Fran, whose mind was completely adjusted to meet his
demands. Nor like Randi, who he'd taken over control her body with
some reaction control. Now with a little work he could manipulate
women without bending them into entirely new personalities.
Somewhat satisfied that nothing could go wrong now, that his talent
was beginning to grow. He drove over to the Mall, there were a few
more things he'd need before tonight!
====
The mall was full of mothers with children, college students who
didn't have classes or were cutting, and the odd couple here and there
with a day off. Bob was concentrating on getting to the book store,
when something jolted his reverie...
There was a very attractive young girl, although as he looked she
appeared to be older, sitting in front of a shoe store. She had long
black hair, a clear complexion, and was thin but not bony. What
snapped him loose from daydreaming about screwing Janet was
her intensity as she watched women walking by...
Bob sat down across from the Shoe store, pretending to check his
purchases. He reached out with a tendril of thought to probe her. He
was curious. Taking out a pen, he slipped into her subconscious and
found her name and address. This information written down for later
use, he made an effort to monitor her thoughts.
For a moment, he could see through her eyes as she appraised the
curves of a woman walking by with a stroller. This was new! He could
feel her salivating at the idea of sucking milk from the new mother's
teat. He could sense the arousal in her loins and found that his
manhood was straining in response to her lust.
Knowing he couldn't get his chores done, and explore this hot little
lesbian tart, he double checked the address he'd written down and
pulled his tendril of thought back.
He got a second surprise...
Someone was frantically trying to hide their mind, and doing a poor
job of it. He'd never of noticed, but for his little probe activity.
Bob began to seek out the consciousness trying to hide. It was
wandering the mall, but he couldn't tell where...
{who??} came a symbol from this mystery person, {not them?}
Bob, stunned that anyone else knew the symbols, much less could
manipulate them, paused before responding.
{I am learning} he tried to be somewhat evasive. Worried about the
reactions of others to his experiments, it didn't seem a good idea to
expose himself either. {why do you hide?}
{hunters!, you can be found, be careful} and the other mind modified
it's concealment, vanishing from Bob's inexperienced probing.
Someone else slapped out at him with an entirely unsubtle probe at his
mind. Pulling back into himself he displayed a set of surface
thoughts about shopping. Hunters?, what hunters? Telepaths with
hostility towards other telepaths? It was a shock to learn there were
others who knew the symbols. He decided caution was in order.
Bob's consciousness slipped down inside himself. He filled out the
artificial consciousness he left showing, so telepathic probes wouldn't
detect him. This probe was pure energy though, no symbols apparent.
Could the phony him pass if whoever looked closely?
The probe passed, Bob allowed himself an internal sigh of relief.
What he'd done seemed to have worked. He checked the artificial
personality he displayed. He was certain it was untouched. He
wondered who the phantom he'd communicated with was, but was relieved
to avoid the 'hunters'.
In an unhurried manner, watching anxiously for the 'hunters', he
completed his errands. He still couldn't keep from shaking somewhat.
Once he was back on the road, he couldn't resist speeding. He had to
adjust a cop to ignore him as he drove past. Just another price of
the fun he now enjoyed.
====
"Hi Ben."
"Bob!"
"Speakers ready yet?" Bob was still shaking. He wasn't used to the
idea that other people were looking for him, as a telepath that is.
"Hey bud," Ben jibed, "Screwing Janet give you a case of nerves?"
"Naw, close call on the highway." Bob lied. You don't have the
talent, you shouldn't know about it, he thought.
"That was one intense phone call by the way. Ran home for an hour and
we had a quickie on the kitchen floor." Ben lifted the speakers from
behind his work desk. "Funny thing though, Janet seemed let down
afterwards..."
"Aw, she'll be okay. Twice, so close together, probably just a case of
stamina failure."
"Well, you musta given her some work out, she was still naked in the
kitchen. Said she was feeling kind of limp. It was great for me
though."
"Heh heh, thanks for fixing the speakers, Janet was real fun. If you
don't mind maybe she and I can...." he let the thought trail off. It
wouldn't do to have Ben think he was too far gone to appreciate a good
fuck.
"You bet. I'd like to watch though, you know what a thrill I get outa
seeing her get laid..."
"Right, sure. When the opportunity arises, I guess."
====
As evening approached, Bob felt much better. He realized the
'hunters', as he thought of them, could never get hold of him if they
couldn't spot him. Everything was cool again, he thought. He'd just
have to be careful to keep up a good front. He'd have to look at the
Book, to see if any other telepaths are mentioned. Specifically he
wanted to see if he'd overlooked any reference to hostile groups, or
some kind of association of telepaths.
He pushed it to the back of his mind for now. He wanted to be ready
for his private party. So he went back to clearing away the living
room's clutter and straightened up the bedroom. This was going to be
an interesting evening.
====
When the doorbell rang promptly at 6:30, Bob rushed to open it. There
was Fran, and as he'd come to expect, she was striking sexy poses
whenever opportune, as if the photographer would snap a picture at any
moment. Mostly this showed her bust line and hips to great effect, but
the coy come hither looks she shot off were most effective.
She walked in as he directed carrying a large and tattered shopping
bag. She stood in the living room for a moment, gathering in the
view, neither approving nor disapproving. Bob closed the door and
walked up behind her.
"Oh darling, um, master, I've looked forward to this all day!" She
hadn't of course, but she didn't know that. Bob adjusted the
instructions he'd given her to allow her to remain in secret lover
personality while in his home tonight. He reached around her and
cupped the undersides of her tits. They were delightfully round and
soft. Clearly she'd successfully removed her underthings before
coming. He fingered her nipples and licked the back of her neck.
She cocked one knee up a bit and began to squeeze her thighs in to
stimulate her groin. "oh, master, oh please yes." He stopped after a
few moments, to her obvious disappointment.
Lifting the back of her skirt, he was pleased to learn that she'd
gotten the panties off too. Rubbing her bottom he slowly slipped his
middle finger into her asshole. "Eeek!, aaahhh..." Startled at first,
she allowed herself to relax and accept the intrusion.
"March as I lead." he began to direct her by his finger to the
bedroom. Each step was arousing her more as he finger fucked her anus
with every up and down motion. Her face took on a flushed color and
little gasps came after the first few steps.
"You brought your uniform?" He removed his finger. Disappointment
rose again within her. She apparently was expecting to be well fucked
first thing. She'd have to wait.
"Yes master, a beautiful maids outfit. I've worn it once before, but
Joe didn't really care for it."
"Put it on, I'll be in the kitchen." He turned and left her, wanting
to be surprised at least a little bit.
A few minutes later as she came into the kitchen, he turned and was
extremely pleased.
She wore a frilly top blouse with red cups under the breasts, only
barely covering her nipples. Tightly, the white blouse clung to her
middle and a black little skirt fluffed up stiffly, lace patterned
frills underneath showed her upper thighs adorned with garters. Her
legs were decorated with skin colored stockings with the seam in the
back straight as an arrow. Her ankles were adorned with a white lace
loop and turned, ever so lovely, in the high heels she wore. Similar
lace wraps adorned her wrists, displaying her hands and fingers
nicely. She'd removed her wedding and engagement rings, probably to
please her lover. A delightful touch, that added enormously, was the
jet black choker around her neck. She pirouetted for his pleasure.
"Good. Now set the dining room table for two. I'm having Randi over
for dinner. We'll probably fuck afterwards. You will be serving us."
He could sense the anger rising in her. Why should she share him
with anyone! Then he could see the resignation, as she decided she'd
do anything for her secret lover. Interestingly, she began to twitch
with excitement at the humiliation of having to serve his other lover
dinner. She also seem to reflect on how much better a lover she must
be, to be able to accept this role from him.
"Yes master." she meekly said.
Amazing, he thought, I didn't even plant that stream in her to
accept... I think. Aroused himself, he had to struggle not to take
Fran immediately.
She began to work on setting the table, a difficult task in the outfit
she now wore. Watching her move in that outfit, he thought, was one
hell of a reward in itself. The motions showed off her flesh with
grace, and her poise was such, Bob could believe she was aroused just
from being watched.
Fortunately the doorbell rang again. He answered the door to find
Randi, as he expected.
She was beautiful. She wore a red, ankle length, shoulderless dress,
that accented her smaller breasts and the incredible curve of her
hips. Her hair was waved slightly, and the red lipstick was glossy
enough to accent the light pucker her lips were displaying. She was
wearing black high heels, and an ankle bracelet glinted briefly in the
waning sunlight.
A cloud of confusion and irritation hung over her as he waved her in.
"I really didn't want to come, you know. I just had to see if this
stupid lack of control is something that happens only around you!" She
stomped into the livingroom on 3 inch heels without the flowing grace
the dress suggested. He figured he could work on that...
"Oh, I love it when you're angry. Do sit down, our servant for the
evening will have dinner ready soon, I'm sure..."
"Our what!? Oh, your not going to embarrass me in front of a stranger,
you know! I can just leave right now!"
"Nothing of the sort. You know Fran. Fran! Come in here please."
In walked the lovely, willowy blond, displaying herself in her maid's
outfit. She capped her entrance with a delicate curtsy, almost sliding
her breasts free from her blouse on the bounce.
"Yes master?" she put out with the sexiest breathy voice she could
manage.
"Dinner is on the stove and in the oven. When the timer rings, the
chicken should be ready. Set out the food, and call us in. Bring us a
glass of wine each, please."
"Will that be all master?"
"Yes Fran, that will be all."
"That isn't our Fran, from work I mean!?" Randi appeared a little
shocked by Fran's appearance. But her eyes had lingered on Fran's
legs and ass as she wandered back to the kitchen.
"Oh, she likes performing this little role of hers. Don't be alarmed.
We will have dinner, chat for a while, and see what happens."
Randi opened her lovely lips, but rather than speak, she just licked
them. Bob recognized the reaction from the girl in the Mall. He
hadn't expected Randi to have that response. Oh ho!, he thought,
maybe I know what became of the old boyfriend.
Fran brought the wine in, and Randi's eyes didn't stray from her. She
finally looked at Bob again after Fran left the room.
"If you like, I'll let you eat her for dessert." He tested the
waters, deliberately avoiding monitoring her thoughts.
Stunned, Randi looked down at her lap. "I don't know what you're
talking about!" Her voice was much smaller, and somewhat broken up by
the attempt to reply immediately to his insinuation. Her hands were
clasped, palms up in her lap, and looked sweaty. He knew he had
appraised her reaction correctly. Before the conversation continued
however, Fran called that dinner was ready.
Sitting down to candle light, being served by the attractive blond,
and eating dinner with another woman that would be at his command
later, Bob felt a certain contentment. Satisfaction and comfort
settled in while he ate the food Fran placed before him. She stroked
him with those lovely boobs whenever she could work around his side or
back. While she did this, he slipped a suggestion into her mind that
she do the same for Randi.
Fran, consciously trying to please Bob, now began to perform the same
little enticing movements against Randi. Bob watched Randi's eyes pop
wide open at one point when Fran dipped her cleavage low so Randi
couldn't miss it. Randi's tongue explored her own lips and seemed to
have no active control while her eyes followed Fran around the room.
At one point, she brushed her own breast as Fran rubbed up against her
back.
Bob's reactions were astounding, he couldn't keep his prick down when
he saw Randi's behavior.
Fran did well serving the salad, main course, and the cake he had
bought. She made every step to and from the kitchen an exciting
luscious erotic treat as well. But after she cleared the dessert
dishes, he had her bring out coffee. He was looking forward to being
awake for some time yet! Once the coffee was out, he looked at a very
horny Randi sitting opposite.
"Still hungry?"
"Well, no, dinner was very good, thank you." She remained pensive, and
somewhat ill at ease. Bob was delighted, this was all very exciting,
influencing his state of arousal.
"Very well, Fran come in here."
The blond bounced into the dining room quickly, almost coming out of
the weak restraint of her blouse.
"Yes master?"
Bob got up and moved behind Fran, turning her to face Randi. Her body
moved longingly at his every touch. Looking over Fran's shoulder, he
could see Randi lick her lips, and struggle at restraining her own
reactions. Fran tensed a little as she realized he might use her
there before this other lover, but relaxed again, determined she would
show herself the better choice.
He reached for the back of her neck, with his palm arched, he lightly
felt the smooth skin around to her chin and slipped a finger into her
mouth. She took the finger and sucked it with worshipful motions,
licking the air behind as he pulled away from time to time. Bob could
see her eyes were closed in passion. He glanced at Randi, who by now
had her right hand up to her mouth, the knuckles of her forefinger
sucked between her lips, the white of her teeth showing against the
skin. Her desire to participate was very clear.
"Come into the living room, both of you." He directed, as soon as he
could draw himself under control a bit. "Randi, you take the larger
chair, by the bookcase." He slipped his hand under the diminutive
skirt Fran was wearing and grabbed a handful of cheek to guide her in
front of Randi, back about 3 feet. Randi, lost in her own lust,
simply did as commanded. He was delighted that he'd been able to avoid
any further probing, and adjustment to fulfill his desires so far.
He slipped his hand past Fran's anus and pulled back on her crotch
while pushing forward on her shoulders with the other hand. "Ommph!"
she spouted as her hands grabbed the arms of Randi's chair and she
leaned over displaying her bountiful chest to the elegantly dressed
woman beneath.
"Good. Now Randi, since you've been enjoying watching Fran's tits
throughout dinner, you will arouse them for me."
Shamed by her body's hot desire, Randi began to reach up for those
gifts Bob was giving her. She began by unbuttoning the blouse Fran
had so tightly wrapped around herself earlier.
Fran was helplessly trapped in this position, the strain on her arms
noticibly caused discomfort, but as Randi started tracing the shapes
of Fran's huge tits by the tiniest finger traces, a sigh of delight
escaped from within.
While Randi was exploring, Bob dropped his trousers, kicking them and
his shoes aside for now. His view was enhanced by the great mirror
over the mantle of his fireplace. He also reached out to see through
Randi what she saw and felt. As he did this he could feel the growing
lust raging in her and saw the tip of her tongue wrap itself around
Fran's nipple. Fran let out a solid low moan. Bob stepped up behind
her. He lifter her skimpy skirt to expose naked ass and pussy. He slid
his cock straight into her cunt, by now soaked with vaginal juices, to
the hilt.
"gnnn! ooohhh god!" he could feel her clenching her teeth with the
sensation of her nipples being aroused from one side as he plunged her
depths from behind. Unable to do much more than wobble in place
against him, she pressed back whenever she could. The high heels she
wore made this task less than simple.
Bob blocked her orgasm, as he had earlier with Janet. He let it
build. The streams of pleasurable arousal grew, but failed to
release. "unh unh unh" she throbbed rhythmically, pulsing as he
continued to pound her cunt and Randi got more enthusiastic with her
tits. Randi bit down hard once, eliciting a great "ggaaawwdddd
yessss!" as Fran lurched with the strokes. Fran's head was now shaking
wildly from side to side, tossing droplets of sweat left and right as
she strove to reach the plateau... which Bob finally allowed,
unlocking the stream for her. "AAAHHHHAAHHHHHHHHHH! GOOOOOODDD!
FU..." and she went from total animal screech to whimpering little
girl slowly through the orgasm.
No one could say how long she had been in a state of orgasm, but when
she was done, there was just a shell of child, leaning against the
chair. Bob carried her to the other chair and sat her down. Still in
her maids uniform, Fran looked a little like a broken doll.
Checking she was actually still there and breathing, Bob cupped her
face in his hands. She smiled, but didn't open her eyes.
Bob turned back to Randi. She was virtually drooling, gulping with
desire and anticipation. Her hands were rubbing across the fabric of
her dress, over her breasts.
"I'll do anything you want," she breathed seductively. He knew he had
her hooked, more than controlled. "I'll be your whore," she went on,
"anytime, just help me, uh, please, I want to cum like that!" she
ended in a stammering whisper. He could see her shudder lightly as
he approached her.
His cock, wet from Fran, was still standing erect. He stood by the
side of Randi's chair.
"Darling Randi, I think you can start by cleaning Fran's juices off my
prick."
"Yes, er, should I call you master too?" she spoke directly at his
prick, now in her hand.
"Eventually, maybe. Tonight you are my date, Fran is being our
entertainment, a toy for both of us to play with." Randi was wrapping
her lips about the tip of his cock, "a toy for your pleasure too. But
you will be my Lady, an exceptional consort for this night."
She was delighting in tasting the juices Fran covered him with, he
could feel the passion in her lips and tongue. As she began diving
against his groin, the flood of energy built in his balls, surging to
rise above the base of his organ. He felt her slide further towards
the root of his stiffness. Her teeth digging gently against the body
of his cock. Pulling her head harder against him he unleashed a
torrent of cum down her throat. Remarkably, she sucked harder to
swallow what he'd delivered. When his release ended, he stood back
appraising her appearance.
She licked her lips clean, clearing every drop of the hard won semen
from her chin, she was still unquestionably squealching her own desire
to orgasm. She had given over to his control, he would let her come
when she was ripe, improving the inevitable orgasm beyond her normal
expectations. She was obviously certain of this.
Drop and give me fifty, he chuckled to himself. Oh, the enticing
thrill of having two such lovely toys, all to himself. Well, he
couldn't leave her quite like this all night.
"Go in the bedroom, get your underwear off. Then we'll make a short
trip out. You will enjoy yourself, I'm sure."
Reluctantly, knowing she'd now have to wait for her anticipated
release, she stepped down the hall. Bob turned to Fran who had
recovered enough to watch the end of Randi's administrations to his
prick.
"Clean yourself up. I want the kitchen clean by the time we get back
and yourself in pristine condition, prepared for our leisure."
"Yes master," she managed, still hovering about the plateau she hit
when her orgasm ended. He sensed she'd gotten a thrill from the use
Randi had made of her, he'd expected no less.
He put his pants back on, finishing the knots on his shoes when Randi
came back out. Her makeup straightened out, she had taken on the
appearance of someone set to go to the opera. She had turned her
curvaceous assets into a work of art.
"Before we go, why don't you go in to Fran and feel up her cunt? You
might feel better for it... if all goes well, I'll let you use her
later as well..." She flashed him a wicked lustful glance, and
stepped into the kitchen.
"Yipppp!, oh mistress!" He heard while he found his keys and wallet.
"unnnh!, mmmmph!" A few more muffled moans and sighs were followed
by an "oh please!"
Momentarily, with a satisfied grin, Randi stepped back in. Her
lipstick was slightly disrupted, but she seemed gloriously pleased
with herself.
She fixed the makeup again in the car.
====
The two of them went to a few dance places he'd used to visit,
trolling for dates, before he'd met Betty. She danced impeccably. He
teased her, making her dance with several other men with verbal
instructions to make the tiniest of come ons to them. Randi obviously
felt a little humiliated, but also found each act of humiliation to be
another inch forward in her arousal.
He, for his part, danced with as many other women as he could entice to
the dance floor. Some of them never noticed his hands cupping their
breasts. Some did, but didn't want him to stop.
But after a few hours, Bob took Randi back to his home. She was now
so hot, she figured the doorknob looked good. He told her to use Fran
to get her relief, when they got inside.
As they entered, Fran stepped up with hot cocoa.
"I thought you'd like something when you got in, master."
Bob took his cup, but Randi set hers aside. In moments she had pulled
Fran to the floor, plunging her tongue into the other woman's throat.
The temporary servant was moaning herself at this assault like advance
and began to feel Randi's curves through her dress. Shortly it was
Fran who had rolled Randi over and was thrusting her tongue down the
brunette's throat. Gasps of pleasure worked free from both women.
Bob was very pleased with the turn of events.
Randi and Fran allowed him to interrupt. After pointing out the
bedroom would be much more comfortable, he watched as they scrambled
to the other room together. He slipped the orgasm block into both of
them, and went down the basement.
Shortly he'd found the book and went into the living room, sitting in
the same chair he'd had Randi in earlier. Sipping his drink, he
listened to the stream of moans and begging "fuck me, please, oooohh"
sounds from the bedroom. His vicarious pleasure was about to begin.
He'd planned this since he saw the little tart at the mall.
He reached out to feel the two women, entering into the streams Randi
was putting out. He could feel her lips brush the nipples of the
other woman. Her heat filled his loins, the pleasure and pain of the
nips at her own nipples flooded his chest. He could feel the fingers
invading her cunt. He sensed the dripping fluids dribbling down her
legs. His own pelvis lifted and pulsed in rhythm with hers. Fran
became pinned under her, as she thrust her groin into the blond's
face. Clearly the blond was easily as far gone by now, as Randi dug
her tongue between Fran's cut lips, the fluids flowed into her mouth.
He could feel the twist of Fran's fingers, reaching Randi's tits.
Bob released the block on Randi's orgasm while he was inside her mind
stream, wallowing in the symbols spelling out the thrusting surge. He
felt her muscled contraction tightly, again, and then again, and once
again. He was certain he was wet in exactly the same way. Then he
slipped into Fran's stream of consciousness, feeling a similar punch
of pleasure rising in her/his groin. Randi chose the moment to lunge
her fingers into Fran's cunt, several, maybe an entire fist. Fuck!,
god that was good, he released Fran too and she went screaming, at
the top of her lungs, over the edge.
Releasing the probe into the women, Bob relaxed. Oh shit, he looked
down. He'd orgasmed, messing his pants and his chair. How
embarrassing. Planning hadn't foreseen this, he decided.
====
He cleaned up the mess. Looking in on his toys, he saw they'd fallen
asleep, cuddled in each other's arms.
Very well, he thought. I'm pretty well burnt out anyway. Time to
check out the book. He began to search for references to
organizations of telepaths, hunters, anything. It was 2:00 AM when he
gave up. There were no clues to anyone, not even the original author.
He virtually had the Book memorized now.
He finally put it away again.
Thinking about the two women together, his cock rose again. He
slipped in next to Fran. He woke her with a shush...
With Randi still asleep, he had Fran suck his cock, lubricating him
with her spit. Turning her around, he arranged her on her knees on
the bed. Her head next to Randi, her shoulders embedded in a pillow,
her ass jutting up at him. He spread her cheeks. She made a small
whimper of joy, and he shushed her again. His cock worked its way
into her ass slowly. She bit down on the pillow. He plunged in and
began to work up a rhythm. Fran grunted a pleased sigh. He pumped and
felt the flood coming again. His groin squeezed the liquid fire
through his prick one more time for the night.
Randi slept through everything this time, even Fran's screaming orgasm.
And then he felt spent. Fran dripped with come, and he watched her
waiting permission to get up. With hesitation, he had her gather her
things and go home.
He gave Fran a farewell kiss at the front door, and intimately drew
his fingers over each breast and her cunt before she departed.
====
He woke up Randi, telling her to go home. Randi seemed reluctant to
depart. She wanted to stay for more of his special treatment.
"Don't worry, we'll get together again, soon."
"I'm prepared to move in, if you'll have me." she whispered.
"You want Fran, not me." He knew what brought out her heat, she'd
missed it all along. His new talent had helped see through her thin
veneer.
"Yes, but you gave her to me tonight. The whole thing wouldn't have
worked if I'd tried to pick her up myself..." Her eyes begged him for
more, both the humiliation and the control over other women. "But
she is only one woman. You are a treasure chest of unbriddled
sexual pleasure."
"So you think you want to be my whore? You want me to pimp women for
your use?"
"I'd pay for what you've given me, er, master." with this she
announced her servitude.
"You will pay. You'll find that if I own you, I'll used you often.
I'll think it over. Go home."
She pouted at him, but left as commanded. He watched her car drive
away in the darkness.
Clearing away the mess in the bed room, he collapsed into a solid
crashing sleep.
He dreamed of being 'hunted' by predatory villains, wielding ray guns
and carrying manacles. The terror woke him, but he managed to drop off
again, repeating the nightmare a few times...
Betty would visit tomorrow.
====
Oh sigh, more of _A Weekend by the Book_ when time permits...
-Blackie
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This is more of _The Book_, a mind control story.
m/f non-consensual,
this simply remains an adolescent fantasy, and fantasies
are harmless until you try to live them out (without consenting
partners)
Oh yeah, any resemblance between characters living/dead/or even
fictional, remains entirely coincidental, remarkable, but
coincidental. Good? good.
Last chance, skip it or read it...
This is partly for jhs, who would probably roll in his grave...
_A Weekend by the Book_
section (b)
Saturday morning, a dreamy semi-spring day crept up on Bob. He
managed to get out of bed anyway. He knew the morning would give him
little time to get chores out of the way...
Bob could feel the detergent powder against his skin after putting the
bed clothes in to wash. The odor of sex had turned sour during the night,
and he had felt obliged to get his house into a more pristine condition
before Betty showed up.
Randi had left her panties and bra behind. He felt like a teenager,
finding forbidden fruit. He was going to stow them away to return later.
As he did, he noticed her fragrance had remained on the lingerie. He
hesitated for a moment, then put them in a plastic bag in the crawl
space. He didn't think Betty would explore there.
Musing, he considered the practicalities of Randi moving in as his slave.
Although she volunteered, he didn't see any practical means of keeping
her in line without 'adjustment'.
Not that he was bothered by the power he had over her, but it was
somehow more enjoyable when she *had* to cooperate without
manipulation.
Not that he'd ever be able to explain to Betty.
He turned on some music, an old Beatles album. About the time he heard
the line "she came in through the bathroom window..." the doorbell rang.
====
Betty was in the study, working on an art project. Sometimes when she
came over, it was to make use of the extra space his home afforded. She
lived in an apartment about 30 minutes away, so while convenient, it
wasn't exactly a trip she would make for only one purpose.
She realized that if she'd done this Friday night, she and Bob wouldn't
have any time together. She was somewhat pleased that the speakers
were fixed now too. She brushed something off her slacks.
Maybe, she thought, maybe Bob's the one. A real keeper, the 'Man of my
dreams'. He'd stopped pushing her about sex lately too. This was a 'Good
Thing' and to be admired, since it meant she could control that silly
activity if they ever got married.
She dismissed the whole stream of thoughts for now, since, after all,
marriage is a serious topic. She was still having fun with Bob, not ready
to be completely serious yet.
She struggled to straighten out the mat she had cut for her art.
====
Bob, in the other room, smiled to himself after eavesdropping on her
thoughts. Controlling sex was a trivial issue now that he could slip a
new chain of symbols into her nervous system.
He was satisfied with reading her mind at the moment. The time would
come to strip her of the misconception sex was silly. It just would
have to wait.
"How long is a china man?" he called to her.
"What?" he'd gotten her attention.
"When are you going to be finished?," he shouted. "I've some yard work to
do, but I might need to run some errands too."
"Go ahead, I could be a few hours. Then maybe we can go out for dinner!"
she called back. He shuddered, wondering what type of culinary horror
she would foist upon him this time.
He stepped out to the garage, getting the lawnmower out. Soon, he was
lost in the numbing vibrations, watching the clippings that escaped
through the gap between the housing and the ground. He contemplated
the fate of these small clippings.
====
He could feel people around him.
Betty, most certainly. But across the street he could sense the kids
playing on the swingset/kid fort behind the house. He could feel the
couple next door, working separately on household chores. Two
teenagers were hiding behind a garage making out. Mr. Graenspin two
blocks over had a whale of a hangover.
The drivers of cars passing by sent out mixed signals of braking,
accelerating. The mailman was frustrated by sorting the goddamn mail
for the twerps in 352, but he was looking forward to delivering to that
divorced Mrs. Lansing. A bicyclist was staring at the tire before him
rolling along the road.
The rolling murmur of mind voices started as a trickle but was starting
to roar. It was building to a shouting crescendo! Bob dropped to his
knees, clutching his hands over his ears and scream, at least he thought
he did. The book had done this! He hadn't expected to hear everyone at
once!
Seal them out, seal them out! The alien thoughts were pounding at the
gates of his mind... he had to stop them. When he could work in a few
thoughts of his own he imagined a curtain around his mind. He drew it
about that thing which was 'Bob' and closed in underneath.
The mass of minds quieted. He could still feel the plundering assault in
throbbing waves, a little like the water of a shower pushing the curtain
back. Realization dawned that his range had steadily increased and was
undergoing another enormous growth. What he needed was some kind of
filter, a bubble, some kind of shield he could selectively see through...
and as he thought it, the shield began to form.
He found he was kneeling in the grass. Certain the entire crisis had
lasted less than a handful of seconds, he continued to kneel, panting
from the released pressure. It would pass, but the exertion of fighting
off the effects of his power left him weak.
He had only a few more passes to make with the mower. He fought
through it tenaciously.
====
He'd gone in the bathroom to recover. Betty, who was still diligently
working, wouldn't disturb him in here. She seemed to respect some
activities as sacrosanct.
He stretched out in the tub, fully dressed and leaned back. There must be
a suitable way to relax after that experience. He thought his head would
burst like a bad scene in a horror flick.
The best relaxation he could think of was sex.
Well, with Betty here, that was out for sure. Then the glimmerings of a
plan came up from the cellars of his mind.
Testing his control of the shield he'd constructed, he looked in on the
neighboring couple. He couldn't remember their names, but he could find
out as he slipped into their minds.
The woman was easy to find. He was getting used to exploring women's
thoughts...
She was taking a breather, sitting on the edge of her bed. She wasn't bad
to look at, thought Bob, seeing her in the mirror through her own eyes.
Her brown/blonde hair was styled into a fluffy perm. Her face without
make up was attractive, high cheeks, narrow nose, expressive mouth,
with a round, smooth chin. Her body was athletic, not real busty, but
curved and rounded at the chest. From what he could make out of her
legs, she was sculpted nicely there too.
The decision came upon him, he wanted to make her, right now! It was
just a matter of how to go about taking her. Thinking of his remote
experience last night with his slave toys, the plan continued to grow in
his mind.
He insinuated a control over the woman, making her wait at the edge of
the bed.
Seeking out her husband, Bob slipped his consciousness into the man. He
suppressed the other man's self into a sleep. Bob looked at his new
hands, rough and callused from physical labor.
He saw he was in the man's workshop, and had been running a lathe. He
cut the power to the device. It took a little searching in the man's head
to sort out the layout of the house. In short order he was at the door to
the bedroom.
Before him, sat his lovely wife. Whoooops! Boy, did the native mind's
thoughts crept up on him. Bob sat beside her inside this other body,
turning her towards him for a light lip brushing kiss. She dropped her
eyes.
"Oh honey, it's the middle of the day..." Bob tickled the nerves to send
signals of mild arousal through her back, legs, arms and neck.
"I'll try to make it as though we've never touched before..." he whispered
into an ear he had lifted a wisp of hair away from.
She silently acquiesced to his advances.
Kicking his shoes off, he laid her back over the freshly made bed. She
set her arms above her head and allowed him to sink his tongue into her
mouth. Their tongues wrestled. Occasionally, he sucked one, then the
other lip between his own, striving to created the physical sensations
he could feel she craved. With fingertips afire, he traced the muscles
of her neck. He followed the same path afterwards with the tip of his,
er, her husband's, tongue.
After a moments pause to contemplate her engrossed expression, he
carefully unbuttoned the first of her blouse's buttons. The skin exposed
by this was treated to a gentle nibbling by his lips. Tactile sensations
flooded outward from each spot he touched. He could feel the surge of
excitement radiating within his own, er the other man's, body as well.
Another button, another worshipful engagement of skin. He undid the
third button, exposing the clasp of her bra. As he finished the skin to
skin communication this time, he undid the bra's clasp, but stayed his
hand from curling back the clothe.
By now she was squirming with luxurious joy. It was quiet, she, unlike
his other recent conquests, was remarkably silent in her repose. When
he pulled back the sides of her blouse, she began to pull it off herself,
but he stopped her. She allowed him to roll her sleeves down from the
shoulders one at a time, and as he did, his lips and tongue came to
explore the newly exposed skin. She finally release a single low moan.
Bob reached across with a sliver of thought an magnified the sensation
for her. He could see within her that she no longer had any control over
her responsiveness.
Speeding the process a bit, he pulled her shorts away, leaving her clad
now only in a partially opened bra, and her panties. Edging a hand down
into the back of her panties, he brushed the backs of her cheeks. They
clenched together under his hand beginning a hip motion of incredible
delight to Bob.
The nameless woman before him watched his own motions as he stripped
himself of the clothes he'd worn into the room. Moving on her own, she
cupped his erect cock, a fairly normal size, in her hands and performed
some of her own worshipful contact touches. He lay on his back and she
began to trace her tongue all over him, with sensual little nips at his
nipples.
She tossed the now useless bra aside and putting her two slender legs
together, she slid the panties off over her knees, ankles, then toes. He
could see the panties were drenched. Undressed, the view of her was
glorious. Her pussy hair was short and curly, forming a vase shape over
her crotch. Her tits were little more than an handful, with erect pointing
nipples begging for attention.
He reached out to caress them. She slipped her lips over his prick. The
tongue gently tickling the head of his prick, she took little nips at the
skin along the length. He was surprised how agile she was at this. Then
she vacuumed the entire length right down into her throat! He strained
not to come yet. She began to turn this into a serious problem, diving up
and down a few times, pausing, then repeating the performance.
On one of her thrusts, with penis lodged deeply in her throat, he loosed a
torrent of come. He could make out the swallowing muscles on the side
of her neck.
She sat up and smiled, licking any remaining drops from her lips. There
was a self satisfied, somewhat superior look on her face.
Not to be completely outdone, he turned her on her back and lifted her
hips. He started nibbling at her thighs, creamy soft on the surface, strong
and well exercised thighs. Working his tongue amongst the folds of skin
between her legs, he rapidly found the little boat her slit enfolded into.
There at the apex, was the knob of flesh he was seeking. Bob added a
little stimulus to the already twitching nerves, a surge of pleasant
symbols tickling in amongst the others her body already was producing.
Holding her hips up, he worked around so his host's balls hung over
her face, her knees resting on his shoulders. This exposed her ass to
penetration by his fingers. Feeling the apprehension at her ass being
invaded, he found the symbols in the nerve stream were countering the
gentle brushes his fingertips were making. He eased the pain symbols
out of the stream, and suddenly the arousal increased accordingly.
With the backdoor open to his gentle touch, he lubricated his fingers in
her cunt to a growing stream of quiet suppressed moans. He continued to
lick the lips of her cunt, but began sliding first one, then two, then
three fingers in passed her sphincter.
To his delight she was trying to press the fingers in deeper. By now she
had found his cock hanging before her face enticing. He was being
sucked, nibbled and licked back to stiffness.
Finally, hard again, he stood on the bed. Continuing to hold her hips up
off the bed, he entered the darkest cavern she held. He pressed his hosts
cock into her anus until his balls rested, nestled between her ass
cheeks. She, lost in her new sensations, went into overdrive.
She pummeled her ass against him, seething with desire to suck the rest
of him into her rectum. He reached down and began to brutalize her
nipples, now raging with a sensitivity to the surge of pain/pleasure that
drove through her tits to her throat.
"Gaaaaaawwwddddaammmnnniitt!" she burst out from her throat with all
the pent up lust contained in their actions. "FUGMEEEEE!" as she worked
through the wild thrashing and to her climax.
He pulled out of her ass and entered her now steaming pussy. Wet and
surging, her muscles squeezed the invading prick, causing another
spreading ejaculation. He was able to unleash another flood, enough so
that the new made bed would require changing again.
"unnnghh..." he muttered. Looking at the doll like woman before him, he saw
she was wasted from her exertion.
"You never made love to my ass before, sweetheart." she whispered in
oblivion.
"I told you it would be as though we'd never touched before..." He let the
man, his host, collapse. He planted a memory of this pleasant experience
behind and looked up at the shower curtain. Oddly, his own body felt alien
to him on returning.
This time Bob hadn't messed himself. He was completely thrilled at the
remote control sex he'd orchestrated. He felt refreshed from the
experience, not burnt out. And Betty was still working away downstairs,
none the wiser...
=====
They'd ended up at an Italian restaurant. It was a well hidden place named
Lorenzo's. The checkered tablecloths covered small tables crowded
together in such a way as to prevent two people from sitting back to back.
He ordered the Fettucini, she ordered Linguini in Clam Sauce. While they
waited for dinner, the waiter had left bread sticks for them.
He wasn't feeling very talkative, so Betty had let him be so far.
He watched with interest as she picked up her bread stick, slipped it into
her mouth and pulled the little seeds off by pulling the stick out of her
mouth. She had to repeat this several times to get all the seeds off. Then
she'd turn it around and work on the other end.
When she found several seeds remained, he found, she began to use her
little pink tongue to wet them down so they'd pop loose.
The images of bread sticks licked seductively, plunging them in and out
of her sweet lips, left his manhood strained against the crotch of his
pants. He determined it would be a bad time to stand up.
She was as deep in thought as he and was, as he watch, closing her eyes,
and opening her mouth a fraction of an inch. He found he could spot her
teeth closed lightly on the tip of her tongue when she did this. It
infuriated him to know she insisted on waiting until they got married to
share any real intimacy.
He wondered if she knew about the little turn on motions she made, or if
it was all just a part of her mannerism.
And wondering was the same as acting, for in an instant he had a thread
into her mind.
She was considering the wisdom of having expresso after the meal. She
knew it would keep her up most of the night, but she liked the strong
coffee flavor after pasta. She could tell Bob was tense, but why, she
asked herself.
He had been fine around the house, she thought he was developing some
real talents for property upkeep. In fact when she'd gotten to his house
this morning, the kitchen was spotless. She could almost believe he'd
spent much of the evening cleaning last night.
She enjoyed having him treat her well. This dinner was excellent,
although she really should have insisted on the Thai cuisine she was
more interested in tonight. He hadn't quite allowed her to manipulate
the decision as smoothly as usual. Somehow she miscalculated his
willingness to yield to her wants and was surprised when he hadn't
given in when she agreed to Italian. The ploy had always worked before.
She would make him take her to a movie. This would help both of them,
she decided. He'd lose the tension he was displaying with a nice
dramatic romance movie, she was sure. The care and feeding of Bob, she
thought, I'm becoming the expert.
Annoyed, Bob withdrew the thread. He should have realized there was no
conscious effort to be sexy, seductive or mildly enticing on her part.
She was above such things in her own mind. A touch manipulative, but
she wasn't aware of those little sex cues she sent out in body language.
Maybe he should re-evaluate the relationship with her... no, he should
just modify it a bit. He grinned.
Betty took this as a sign he was perking up. There was no way for her to
know how this would change her life...
====
They were at the movie. It was some poor excuse for an artsy dramatic
romance. He was bored.
If only the flick had a touch of humor, rather than drowsy monotone
conversations, he might enjoy it. He liked romance, even tear jerkers,
but not painfully dragging ones. The only thing worse would be watching
nothing but TV commercials for two hours running.
So he began to scan the near vicinity for interesting minds to explore.
A narrow trail of thought wandering the neighborhood almost escaped
his attention. Not really thought, but in the spectrum he saw the
symbols in. It was narrow and straight, a bright beam of thought energy.
But Bob couldn't sense any symbols within the path, rather maybe he
could. It looked like a simple imperative demand for a subconscious
response, a sort of feedback ping.
Watching it closely, Bob concluded it was traversing a circle, not unlike
a radar. He traced back towards its source, but the closer his own probe
reached for the source, the harder it was to dodge away so the beam
missed him.
A quick jab at the heart of the beacon gave him a view of three men
sitting with a stack of electronic gear. He pulled back just in time not
to come in contact with the beacon... Could these be the 'hunters' from
yesterday's encounter?
He jabbed out and back again, trying to pull an impression from one of
the men. He no sooner established contact than it was over. There
wasn't any way to learn from this without being trapped in the
mysterious beacon. Where were these guys at least?
Then the beam stopped sweeping. He could sense they had locked onto
something. He pushed in again to see what he'd found. Tapping into the
senses of one of the men he found himself looking on as another pulled a
wirelike helmet over his head.
"Probably another guy, figured out he was telepathic, screwing anything
in skirts he can find." he heard a voice.
"That or some jerk, just taking things away from other people. They get
that way when they figure out no one can stop them. Usually, the
property branch can pick them up just by following the weird police
reports. You know, 'I lost my car- I gave it away, but I don't know how or
why', some Sparks got no imagination."
"Yeah, but it can go for months without one of the creeps popping up."
"The naturals are rare, ya know. You ain't gonna find large numbers of
them."
Bob realized the man he had probed was a trainee and the explanations
were for his benefit, so to speak. Two great coincidental events!, the telepath
popping up just now, and a newly indoctrinated trainee to delve for info.
He dug in for information from this man. These were the 'hunters', he
was sure. They were trying to find telepaths. No big surprise so far. They
worked for some kind of super secret research project. It was vague,
vaporous even, the mystery source of funds and the authority behind the
project.
"My god!, its a woman!" One of the hunters exclaimed. "There aren't many
of them at the institute. The White Coats always wants another to study,
we may get a bonus!"
Suddenly interested, Bob determined this woman was one telepath that
would slip free of their net. First, with speed he didn't know he could
muster, he traced down their scanning beam, finding the woman.
{Flee, conceal your talent!} he sent.
{Who} she radiated {where are you?}
{hunters follow} he threw out cryptically {they'll catch you.} He
pulled her home address from her mind before slipping back to the
hunters.
He quickly realized he'd made some kind of error, there were all kinds of
alarms going off. The trainee was fumbling with a small electronic
device, trying to get it over his right ear.
"hurry, we can't let her know anymore than she already does!" The other
man was helping the trainee. Suddenly, there was no one there for him
to read. Three lumps of emptiness he could feel but couldn't penetrate
had taken the place of the hunters he'd been watching.
Allowing himself to snap free, he found his constructed defense
personality had escorted Betty back to the car. My, he thought, it's nice
to be able to do two things at once.
====
Back at the house, he invited her in for a cup of Java. It was rare
for him to do this, but not unusual. He knew she'd insist on tea though.
"Oh Bob, I'd love to come in, but how about tea rather than coffee. It is so
much better for you at the end of the day."
She swept into the kitchen to start the water. Her hips moving with a
grace he'd admired before, but now he knew for certain how unconscious it
was on her part.
He only turned on the one lamp by the window. And he settled into his
favorite chair to wait Betty's return. Tonight he was determined to have
his coffee. He slipped a suggestion into Betty, the first he'd ever made to
Betty, that it would be a nice treat to make coffee for him this time. That
he'd be more malleable to her manipulation if she did something for him.
He could see her mind fight against the idea, eventually yielding before it
despite counter arguments from within her psyche. Egocentric little bitch,
he reflected.
She came out of the kitchen with two mugs.
"Surprise, I made your coffee anyway, but don't start a habit of drinking
this stuff at bed time, I won't stand for it!" She announced, presenting
herself as the authoritative decision maker. It was time for this to
change, he decided. He made a small adjustment, a little series of symbols
to magnify the importance of his opinions in her mind. To back it up, he
added a little program to make her question her own decisions whenever
they affected other people.
"Actually, I believe a cup of coffee is superior to tea late in the evening.
Helps keep you alert for those end of the day thoughts."
"Yes, yes. I suppose you're right." She confirmed smiling at him as though
her agreement was natural. She curled up on the floor, about six or seven
feet away from his chair. He watched her hover over her tea, sipping it
reflectively. Her head was bent slightly, and with the angle exposed to
him, he could make out the lines of her muscles and the supple skin from
her hair line to her shoulders. Her hair, draped as it was across her
shoulder, reached to her lap.
He realized his reluctance to adjust her was fading, knowing just how self
centered she was. He was tempted to turn her into a little nymphomaniac
and set her loose in a football team locker, but no...
Bob put aside the coffee mug, and sidled up against her on the floor.
Startled, a bit, she looked up at him.
"Yes?" she spoke, as though the presidential debates was under
discussion.
"Shhhh," he whispered. Bending his own head forward, he made a first,
almost puritanical kiss on her lips. He followed with a second, less
reserved entry in the same place. She allowed his tongue entry, but
didn't make any motion towards improving the embrace.
Leaning his forehead against hers, "come on Betty, open up a little bit,
enjoy some tenderness."
"Bob if this is leading to another discussion on sex, you can just forget
it right now!" He teased the nerves of her pussy and clitoris a touch.
From below he could see her body was already pushing a strong desire
up from the waist. He was stung by her venom, not the words, and
another discovery, that she was suppressing the heat herself from some
unconscious source.
"Relax a bit Betty." he commanded twice, with his voice and also with
the now all too familiar symbols from the book. She eased back,
emotionally.
He put her mug aside, still within reach. Then pulled her face gently to
his own, giving the best kiss he could bring from within himself. She
reluctantly cooperated, but didn't display the same passion.
He began to seek out the source of resistance from her mind.
Tracing back the streams of suppression into her unconscious, he found
the image of a little girl and a towering woman. The woman was
shouting about the evils men do, the horrors of submitting to sex, the
terrors of marriage, men must be controlled! He recognized the little
girl as Betty. Who was the woman though? she only bore a superficial
resemblance to Betty.
He formed an image of himself next to the little girl, staunchly
receiving a continuous lecture.
{who is that?} he whispered to her.
{That's mama, she knows everything.} replied the child worshipfully.
{Oh} He began to form another image of the woman, right next to the
first one. She began to lecture on the evils of self righteous behavior,
failure to live your own life, trying to run the lives of others. He
grinned. It might not be consistent to apply this debate to him, but it
might diffuse this fear Betty had of sex.
He hoped.
Slowly at first, but more quickly after a moment, the towering women
began to shrink and the little girl image began to fade into a more
mature image, more like the grown woman he knew.
He withdrew from her unconscious, and was pleased to see her body was
beginning to respond to the lusty necking session.
It was time to take the next step.
He pushed her onto her back, and began to shower her face and neck with
little kisses and love bites. Her lovely hair splayed out behind her head.
He brought a hand along the expanse of her shoulders, and drew it down
towards her breast.
"Please, Bob, don't" she whispered, following with a slight whimper as
his palm drew over the nipple. "oh!"
He concentrated on caressing the underside of her chin and neck with
his lips while he teased her breast with the most whispered touches.
"oh, Bob, I, I, I shouldn't. I can't, aaah, oh no."
"You are overdue, little child, and you will find no better man to yield to
than me." He allowed himself a touch of ego for the moment.
Watching her face, he began to unbutton her blouse. She turned her head
away, a tear, from confusion, drew a line across her nose.
He reached under the blouse to feel her tit. He was still massaging over
the fabric of her bra, but the nipple had become erect. Taking the tip
between his forefinger and thumb, Bob rolled the nipple tighter.
"Ooooh Bob." Her hips had begun to writhe against his legs. She let out
another reluctant moan.
He stood up slowly, lifting her in his arms. She draped her arms over his
shoulders, around his neck. She burrowed her face into his armpit.
"No, Bob, no, please let me go home. I can't do this."
He ignored her plea.
He carried her to the bed, placing her on her back. She looked away as he
stripped off her blouse and bra, but moaned whenever he flicked his
tongue around her nipples.
She was still putting up a week resistance as he undid her pants and
drew them off of her glorious legs. He always did get a thrill from
admiring her well turned ankles. So he spent a interval providing a
teasing tongue lashing to those newly exposed appendages. She
whimpered and sighed, apparently uncertain what to expect.
He stepped out of his clothes, and lay alongside the nearly naked woman.
She didn't exactly refuse his embrace as he re-initiated the exploration
of her lips an mouth, but she wasn't enthusiastically joining in either.
Bob slipped another little control into her, pushing the hesitancy aside,
pulling her excitement forward. She started to make a few affirmative
actions on her own. Her hands started to trace across his chest,
exploring the handful of curly black hairs, discovering the shapes of his
nipples.
He reached for her crotch, finding her panties were still in place. They
were skimpy, and showing a little age, holes in places near the elastic.
He hooked his fingers in them and ripped them away, eliciting a startled
gasp from Betty. Smiling, he worked his hand down between her legs and
cupped her womanhood.
"Bob, this is, Bob, we shouldn't, Bob" she was muttering, barely
comprehensible.
She wasn't aware that she no longer had any choice. Even if she resisted
further, he had determined what he'd adjust, and how, to enforce her
cooperation. This didn't prove necessary, however, and she plastered her
body against him, plunging her tongue into his mouth.
Disengaging his mouth, entering her cunt with a finger, gave her a
wicked, possessive look.
"Want it, or not, Betty, I'm taking you tonight. You will be my
property from now on." she pouted at his pronouncement, "You will
remain my chattel, and you will agree before you leave."
"But," and she loosed a groan of unadulterated lust, thrusting against his
fingers, "ooooh Bob!" He could feel the wave of lust washing her insides,
and along with it a sense of shame over her lost control.
Bob reached inside the bedstand drawer near at hand, pulling out a
condom. He'd gotten these yesterday just for Betty. He knew she
wouldn't be on the pill, but he wasn't going to let her escape his
penetration tonight.
"Watch now, you may be asked to do this for me later, and you wouldn't
want to make any mistakes." She watched as he rolled the latex mitten
over his erect penis, licking her lips anxiously as he did. He was
uncertain if she was worried about his entry or getting it right later.
"Oh Bob, your thing is so big." Her eyes were open as wide as he'd ever
seen them.
"Cock, Betty, say cock, or prick, or penis, or meat, or tool, or... Well,
Don't call it a thing, not ever again."
"Oh!" her eyes were wide open at the tone of command in his voice.
"Spread your legs now, wide enough to let me get my body in between."
She pulled her knees up towards her shoulder, craning her neck to see
what he planned to do. He moved his cock along the tender lips of her
cunt, teasing her a little. She gasped out a sound of mixed surprise and
pleasure, followed by little panting noises. Her hips seemed to try to
reach for him. He started to push into her recessed opening.
"Aaaah, Bob, I forgot, aaaahh." He paused a moment, to let her speak.
"You see, Bob, I've never, I mean, you know."
He smiled, "I already know you're a virgin, Betty." Her eyes showed he'd
understood, and she nodding affirmatively. Then he inched his way in,
pressed against an obstruction he'd never encountered before in sex.
She was his first virgin, although he was determined she would be only
his first. She squealed in sharp pain as the hymen snapped. After a few
more strokes though, she was in ecstasy again.
"ooooh, Bob!" was followed by incoherent moaning and an occasional
whimper. He took his own time, because he liked watching the series of
pleasure/pain faces she was making. <gggnnnnh!> she was heaving
herself against his penis, attempting to drive him deeper. She suddenly
went wild, lunging her hips, thrashing her head from side to side until
the long dark hair he admired covered her face.
His come started to flow internally. His eyes clenched he pulsed as the
tide of orgasm leapt within and erupted from his cock. She screamed
with delight from a wrenching orgasm of her own.
Probably, he reflected, her first and only so far. She came down from it
quickly enough, still panting from the physical release.
He rolled off and out of her. He patted her thighs before he got up to
dispose of the cum filled condom.
"On Monday, you go to your OBY/GYN and get a prescription for the pill so
we can do this any time." he announced. She simply nodded, and curled up
in pleasant repose.
====
He had gone to the bathroom. She was grinning at him when he returned.
"I made that pretty difficult to get to, didn't I." she was trying to re-
establish some kind of control. He could tell, and wasn't having any.
"As I said earlier, you are now my chattel. My personal property. Do you
know what I meant?"
"Not entirely, but I'll be your property if you'll be mine," she offered,
trying to entice him to relinquish some of his control. If she'd made an
offer like this two weeks earlier, he might be making wedding plans
with her right now. She was still egocentric, and he had already laid the
program in place for her change in attitude.
"No, I think you will become my pet. A sex slave and lover. My property
to use or dispose of as I will. You behaved very badly making me listen
to you whimper that we shouldn't screw. Now I think you need to be
punished."
"But," and he could clearly see in her hesitation the internal questioning
of her own views and justification of his. Her shame at the behavior she
still thought of as slutty also rose. Who better to punish her for
enjoying sex than Bob. "ohhh!"
"Why don't you take the cover to the laundry, right now, and get the
blood you dripped off?"
"But Bob, it's midnight!, I've got to get home or I won't get any sleep!"
"You're staying the night. In the morning, I want bacon and eggs, say an
omelet, ready by the time I get out of the shower."
His change in demeanor had her stumped. But she apparently felt his
assertions were appropriate. She folded the cover into a mass she could
carry and took it, stark naked, to the laundry downstairs.
He turned down the sheets and allowed himself a short nap while she
worked.
====
Bob felt Betty watching him with tenderness.
She had the cover folded on her naked lap as she sat on the edge of the
bed. He could sense within her a thought he hadn't planted intentionally.
She had developed an obsession for him. Seeking inside her the source of
this obsession led him back to the source of resistance he'd dissolve
earlier.
Instead of the towering mother image before the little girl, there was
now a towering image of himself speaking to the grown Betty who was
virtually worshipping at his feet. The image was telling her she was
his property, she had to do as he said.
He withdrew the probe and opened his eyes. Well, he thought, interesting
that she needs an internal governor to keep her content. Now that she's
rid of mommy as a moral monitor, she'd selected him instead. Good
enough for now.
"Put it over the bed and get in. I want to sleep now." She nodded and
slipped between the covers. He felt her nestle her bare little tush
against his flaccid organ. He reached around her to cuddle her, cupping
one of her tits in his hand.
Shortly, he slept again.
====
He awoke, finding Betty with her eyes open. She didn't seem to want to
move, since he still had her wrapped in his arms. She smiled as his eyes
connected with hers.
"Good morning." she whispered, as though the neighbors might hear.
Little did she know, the neighbors were likely to be too busy with each
other to care if she stayed overnight.
"Mmmm, yeah." He untangled himself from her and looked at the clock.
"Well, I gotta get up. You can make breakfast, just the way you are."
Her face fell the tiniest bit, but perked right up again.
"Right away!" she zipped out of the room.
Bob took another slow, sensuous shower, enjoying the water's warmth.
He got himself thoroughly cleaned up, shaved, and dressed. When he got
downstairs, Betty had managed, even naked, to get the table set, make
the omelet and bacon he'd ordered last night, and clean some of the
associated mess in the kitchen. Good girl, he thought.
"May I get dressed now, Bob?" she inquired. Her dark hair was tickling
the top of her ass, and where strands of it dropped down the front, it
almost slipped into her delectable little pussy.
"Ah, no, I'm enjoying the view." he muttered, wondering if he could hold
his urges back until after he ate. She shrugged and sat at the other plate
she'd put out.
He added some salt and pepper to the omelet, and began to eat. She
waited with her hands in her lap.
"You may eat too, I wouldn't want you to go hungry." She gave a wanton
look at him and began to dig in.
"Now, this week I expect you to start the process of moving in here. And
I don't want any little nonsensical garbage taking up too much space, so
check with me if you've any doubt what can stay."
"Oh, really!, I can probably move everything in by Wednesday!" She was
now rather gleeful as she attacked the bacon. He hung on every glimpse
of her pink tongue darting for the corners of her mouth.
"And you'll help Randi move in too." he added. The seemed to shake her
like a thunderbolt!
"Who?"
"Randi, another sex toy I own, a lot like you, only I think she likes
girls a bit."
Apprehension overtook the naked girl, she was suddenly trying to cope
with the concept of sharing him, and possibly fending off the advances
of a predatory lesbian!
"She's very nice, I assure you. The two of you will get along
famously." He added, watching her struggle with his evidently
superior opinion against her childhood trained fears. He threw in
something else to get her mind on something else, "I'd like you to
try harder to wear sexier outfits around the house too."
"Okay Bob, if you'd like that, I'll see what I can do."
Soon he'd finished eating. He pushed his chair out and watched her clean
the plate before her.
"Since you are being so helpful this morning, you'd better take care of
another little detail right now."
"Oh, what...?" she looked puzzled. He beckoned her to him.
She had the same sexy walk without the encumbering clothing although,
he felt, some concealment added a touch to the effect. She stepped to
him and brushed her hair back over her shoulders.
"Kneel down." still puzzled she did, "now you are going to blow me."
Shocked, she shook her head with terror, as though he was about to
throw her to wild tigers. He grinned.
"You will do this for me, but since you are frightened, why don't you
tell me what scares you about going down on me."
"I, I just couldn't take your th.., cock in my mouth! Its dirty! and,
er, disgusting..." He eased each of her fears aside within her, as
she mentioned them. Taking control of her volitional muscles he began
bringing her lips to his prick. He pushed the control to the point her
lips opened and that favorite little pink tongue he liked to watch
snaked out and slid across the head of his organ. Gawd, that felt
good.
"I, <gulp>, can't do this. It, <slurp> its vulgar!" She said between
licks. He firmly took a handful of the long dark hair in his fist,
holding it so she couldn't move away. Not that this was necessary,
but it felt so good to hold while he fucked her tender face.
"You'll do it, and probably find you like it." a fact he was sure of,
although he didn't enforce this enjoyment on her part yet. "Open up a
bit."
Taking the head into her mouth she rolled his cock between both sets
of teeth. She was still somewhat repulsed at this demanding method of
entry to her body, but she was showing determination to please Bob.
"Eventually, I will take your ass too. You should get used to the idea
that I will take you whenever and where-ever I want. Agreed?" He
pulled out to let her speak.
"Oh, uh, yes Bob, any time, any place." She dove into her new task
with energy, if not experience. He relented a little, opening the
paths of symbols that would allow her enjoyment while blowing him.
She became more enthusiastic, almost immediately. She found any loose
edge or surface on his prick to reach her tongue around. He started
pulling her head towards him, starting her retching from the
autonomic response of gagging. He allowed her to pull back to
recover. While she did he moved her hands for her to wrap around his
cock, she got the idea quickly and massaged it until she could get
her lips back in place around her new project. He thrust towards the
back of her throat and allowed his orgasm to build.
"I'mmm commming," he admitted as he pushed towards the back of her
mouth. She looked concerned, but as his semen lurched from his penis
to her mouth she closed her eyes and swallowed. Pulling back, while
he was still coming, some of his come splattered over her face.
He settled back, enjoying the post orgasm buzz.
She reached for a napkin. He stopped her hand with his. She looked
quizzically at him.
"You will clean up after breakfast without removing the semen from
your face. This will serve to remind you who you belong to. Then you
may take a shower and dress. Get to work."
"Yes Bob." she responded.
"One more thing."
"Yes?"
"When we are alone or with my other sex toys, you will address me as
'master'." She looked down, as though this was another slap in the
face. But he could feel the humiliation bringing heat to her loins. It
would wait, just as he'd waited months before taking her.
"Yes master." was the simple reply.
He zipped up his pants.
====
"Hello?" came the woman's voice on the phone.
"Randi, this is Bob."
"Yes, Bo..., er master?"
"I want you to start the process to move in here, you will find Betty
here this afternoon. She will give you a copy of the house key." "Oh yes!,
I mean, yes master!" She'd certainly turned, he thought. "One other
thing. You don't touch her. Do you hear me?"
"Yes master."
"She will have as much right to tell you what to do as I do, at least for
now, do you understand?"
"Um, yes master."
"Bye." Click.
====
About noon, the doorbell rang. Pretty quick for Randi to get here,
thought Bob. Since Betty was in the shower, he knew she hadn't stepped
out to get anything.
At the door was a tall woman, about 5'11" wearing a dress suit in gray.
She had very short brownish hair, almost as if it had been shaved off
and had just grown back in enough to look presentable. She was slender,
very busty, and had attractive ankles showing above the flats she was
wearing.
"Hello." she said in a deep throaty voice. A whiskey tenor perhaps.
"How may I help you?" he asked. The temptation to reach out and probe
this stranger was strong, but he resisted.
"May I come in? The institute knows me by face and may have searchers
anywhere."
"The what?" He replied, stunned by the implication that she had found
him, rather than the other way around.
"At the mall Friday, you diverted them away from me. Please?" She
waved her hand inwards.
Bob stood aside, letting the other telepath into his home, wondering
what her story was.
====
More, again... if/when, as before
-Blackie
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The further adventures in _The Book_ series, an adolescent fantasy
Nonconsensual, m/f,f/f, some mild violence, nursing woman...
The story follows this
***** Public Service Statement *****
The following story contains a 'scene' with a lactating woman.
This is at least in part because of the number of responses I
received from a number of readers who caught the mild hint in an
earlier entry of _The Book_ series. Apparently many people share this
particular fetish, although it is not a simple task to attain the
experience. In part, this is because women who are nursing may or may
not let the kid's father nurse, but a woman would need a very special
relationship to nurse another woman. Them's da breaks.
A few items of interest on nursing mothers...
** A MOTHER NURSING HER BABY IS NOT EVEN REMOTELY SEXY ** If she is
nursing her baby, she is feeding the child, not posing for someone's
fantasy. It is hard enough to nurse an infant, don't make it harder on
any woman you happen to see in the middle of the act. Ignore it, look
the other way, or even better, treat it as a natural act- the same as
walking or talking. Do not annoy someone trying to raise their baby
properly.
More mothers are nursing children on the recommendation of doctors for
a simple reason. It's healthier for the baby to nurse. Doctors in the
US will acknowledge the child's first 3-6 months should be nourished
by nursing.
There are a reasons it is healthier for the baby, including the
biological-chemical signals from the mother's immune system to the
baby delivered via the milk.
It's also healthy for the mother; a significant percentage reduction
in the risk of breast cancer results from nursing for a reasonable
duration (I forget the actual statistic, does it matter?).
Lastly, it is probably the most important part of emotional bonding
between the mother and the infant. In their entire lives, there is no
more intimate act the two will perform together. This assertion TM by
a variety of child care pundits.
If you are interesting in Breast Feeding your child (not the adult
infant you keep as a pet), I strongly recommend you contact, in the
US anyway, the _La Leche League_ (I've been known to call them 'the
leaky league'). They have active chapters in most communities.
Although I personally feel they have an anti-male bias, frequently
ignoring an important support element of the mother's family - the
father; I assure you they are a good organization, helping mothers
learn to nurse their children in the face of social stigma and
ignorance.
Interesting points... 1) a woman need not go through child birth to
begin lactation, 2) lactating doesn't protect against pregnancy
(contrary to popular myth), 3) Men *can* lactate, but the conditions
permitting this biological oddity are brutally unhealthy.
End of religious diatribe.
** THAT SAID **
There is *enormous* sensual pleasure suckling at a lactating woman's
breast. The act is more giving and emotional on both parties part in
addition to the simple sensualistic performance. This can lead to
several fun scenes, which may be explored in the story line
following. Wanna lay odds on that?
_Book, What Book?_
Bob looked at the clock. It was a little after noon.
The tall woman in the gray suit now sat in his arm chair, drinking a
cup of caf. Bob had a plastic cup filled with soda. She said her name
was Kim, and that was all she'd offered so far.
Betty had gotten the woman her hot drink. Kim had snorted at her and
dismissing her as unimportant, at least for now. Betty hovered in the
kitchen, spying whenever possible on this unusual visitor.
"How did you discover you've got the 'ability'?" asked Kim.
"I read a book."
"A what!?!"
"A book. I found a book filled with interesting notes. Before I knew
it, I could read mind and influence people. Honest."
"Oh, such as your friend?" she waved her head in the direction of
the kitchen, where Betty was noisily putting the breakfast dishes away.
"I never had it so good, I didn't get any lectures or notes. So what
have you done with the little tart so far?"
His ears burned red with embarrassment, "Never mind her. Where did
you learn how to, um, well, you know..."
At this she snaked out a telepathic probe towards Betty. Quickly, Bob
intercepted it and slapped it aside. Startled, she sent a probe towards
him. It slithered around, confused in the phony personality he'd
created for telepaths to see. He just sat back, pleased with her
confusion, feeling his safety was assured.
"Oh, my... protective too," she said, eyeing him closely. The look in
her eyes akin to fear.
"Stick with the subject at hand. Where did you learn to use your,
'ability' did you call it?"
"Ability, yes, ability... well," she became reflective, "for me, you
see, before life turned upside down I was a Buyer, for Cheney's.
Perhaps you've heard of them? The department store chain?"
He nodded an affirmative, but didn't speak, encouraging her dialogue.
"I never would have developed my 'ability' if it weren't for Harry...
I was just briefly in town for a new line of merchandise, never mind
what, it no longer matters. That's when I saw Harry for the first
time. The real problem wasn't me seeing him; it was unquestionably an
issue of him seeing me..."
====
She entered the store in her favorite silk pattern blouse, and a knee
length skirt when he spotted her. Her hair was in a mane like perm,
down to her shoulder blades and dyed blonde in an almost undetectable
way, except her complexion was a little dark to make a good fit.
She had soft brown eyes he could see from the corner of the room. Her
lips formed a lush cupid's bow, and her nose was perfectly framed in
the center of the other lovely features of her face. Her expression,
a seductive perpetual pout with her eyelids lightly drooped, was
unintentional.
She was tall to begin with and wore 3 inch heel shoes in an 1940's
style he could only remember seeing before in old movies. Her shape
through the hips was only slightly curved, but her chest, well her
chest stood out indescribably far.
He had been using his power for a day when he'd seen her, but he knew
immediately he had to have her. His approach was simple and direct,
he ordered her to turn about immediately and go to his home.
He picked up the packages he'd 'purchased' so far, making the sales
girl believe he was entitled to such gifts.
Of course, the other gifts he accepted from her before he left included
squeezing her tits, groping her cunt, and that great blow job. He made
sure to get her phone number, ordering her to forget the encounter.
She even told him how wonderful it was to serve him, with a
godalmighty radiant smile. He'd told her to, after all.
The power made him giddy. Harry, oh you know, he was the kind of guy
who now believed he was God. He'd always knew he was entitled to
anything he wanted, no matter how he got it, and now, well, now he got
it.
====
She was waiting, somewhat glossy eyed at the door to his apartment
when he arrived. His command of the talent was a little odd. He seemed
to think it was hypnosis, and his orders tended put his chosen ones
into trances.
"I'm going to take some of my orders off you. When I do, you will be
unable to leave, but able to speak your on your own. You understand?"
She didn't respond. It took him a moment to figure he hadn't let go
enough to let her do so. This was new for him too. Up until now, all
he did was force girls he'd taken to perform sex with him. This was
making him happy so far. But he was gonna step up. She was gonna talk
to him too.
"What have you done to me?" she demanded. She would have stamped a
foot, but didn't seem able to move it.
"Taken control. You will do anything I say, and at least act like you
like it too." he answered.
"You disgusting brute. There are names for creatures like you, but I
won't insult the others by associating you with them!"
"Step inside please," he said opening the door.
"Not on your fucking life!, I'm going to scream!" She began to do so,
but, Harry's seen that before. He smiled.
"Every time you scream for help, instead you will beg for me to hit
you. If you try to call or ask for help when other folks are around,
you will have an urge to nibble sexily on my ear."
"Please hit me," came from her mouth, much to her surprise. "oh, no."
she clasped her hands over her disobedient lips.
He waved her inside. Kim found her feet and legs were answering to
another set of commands than her own. She walked inside.
The apartment was a dump. No one had cleaned inside for at least a
week. The art on the walls was mostly pin-ups from pornographic
magazines, or tasteless posters for violent horror movies.
"You don't really expect me to stay, do you?" she tried again to turn
and leave, "I simply won't put up with this!"
"Oh, you have no choice. If I want, you'll crawl to me on your belly
and beg me to keep you in a kennel. Good thing for you all I want is
a good fuck. You'll like it."
"That's it!" and she walked, no she didn't! so she said "hit me, I beg
you, hit me." Tears ran down her cheeks.
He was giggling, in a sneering sort of way. Harry thought this was
more fun than just turning the other girls into pliant blow-up dolls.
She stood, stunned at her inability to control her own body.
"Get undressed in the bedroom. I'm gonna get a beer, and I'll be in
in a moment." He sneered a little. She realized his sneer could get
worse.
Her volition missing, she went to the bedroom. This proved to be a
room strewn with clothing, probably the pile against the corner were
the clean ones. A mattress lay on the floor. The sheet was loosely
tucked under it in a few places.
Her beautiful silk blouse she folded up next to her shoes. The skirt
was placed upon the blouse. Her high heels were put along to one
side. She was unsnapping the bra when Harry came in.
"WOW." he exclaimed. "Those are the largest fucking bazooms I've ever
seen on a broad." He took the immediate liberty of wrapping both hands
around one breast and squeezing.
His expectation of her response didn't mesh with her actual response.
He wanted a moan or a sigh, and when this didn't come he frowned. He
added a new command.
"You'll get hot every time I touch you. This will make you get horny
and want to come. But you can't come 'til I say so." and then he
used the power to make her do as he said.
Harry was very sexy. She could now see how handsome he was. He had
her nipples between his fingers and was twisting them, very hard.
This had an effect of drawing sexual heat through her chest. Her
knees wanted to buckle, but she had to get to the bed.
She was kissing Harry. She just wrapped her arms around his neck and
dove into his lips. He was great! There wasn't enough to him to get
her desires fulfilled. She didn't know how she had missed it before!
She rubbed her breasts on either side of his lust covered face. Her
feminine hands felt for Harry's prick in his crotch.
Since his pants were in the way, she began to strip them off him. She
couldn't move far without rubbing her crotch against some part of
Harry's body. The more she touched him or the more he touched her, the
farther she went down the path of desire. Yet it was a yearning for
an orgasm that wasn't coming.
"Okay slut. You're so fucking hot. You gotta get me hot. Start suckin'
my wang." he pushed her head down to his crotch.
She'd actually never performed oral sex before. As she placed the male
organ in her mouth, she began to suck it like a straw. This made her
hot too, since just touching Harry was enough to make her lust for
orgasm, and desperate for more. Unsastified by her clumsy efforts, he
fucked her wet mouth with force, plunging against the teeth at the back,
unconcerned how it worked out.
"Suck it, cunt. Yeah suck it." He continued to pump, thrilled about
the incredible woman wringing his juices out of his cock. "oooohh,
yeaa.. fukit fukit... uhhh."
A surge of come entered her mouth, she choked, not thinking to
swallow. The come dribbled out the sides of her mouth and down her
chin to drip on Harry's legs.
"You fukin' bitch! Don't you know enough to swallow it?" He shouted,
his displeasure overriding his enjoyment. Somehow, he overlooked his
explicit control of her behavior.
She shook her head, upset that she'd failed to please Harry. She
swallowed what was left, and began to clean him off with her tongue
and lips.
"Yeah, use your tongue bitch! Clean it all off." She did as told,
aroused again by the contact. Her body was humping at the hips madly.
Her legs were squeezing together in sheer lust. She began to feel her
own cunt and clit, trying to get off without success.
She was licking the come off his balls and cock. Soon it began to stiffen
up again. She was pleased. Now he could get her off. She wanted his
cock inside her. She didn't care how brutal he acted as long as she
got to have him.
"All right!" He slammed her onto her back. She anxiously, with
excitement, pulled her legs apart so he could gain easy access. He
couldn't get in her womanly box fast enough for her.
He pinned each of her wrists above her head, allowing himself a better
view of the helpless woman. She could sense that bruises would grace
both arms and wrists afterwards. Fighting through the haze of
orgasmic lust, she hoped for the release to come. Hoping the
frustrating wait for orgasm would reward her with the energy it was
promising.
He pushed his prick between her cunt lips, thrusting his entry once
the head was in. The heat surged upwards from her groin, not yet
breaching her chest and throat. She pulsed against his cock, hoping
for each pistoned join to throw her over, glad of the chance to
take such pleasure with Harry.
Harry, lost in her cunt, was in heaven. Such a righteous chick to
take. The strongest aphrodesiac ever, this power to force her. She
was all his, she couldn't leave. He would even give her a name, one
he liked, and she would like it too.
His body pressed against hers, he could feel her nipples. She felt the
shock of electric excitement spin through her boobs. She needed this
fuck so badly. Harry was the best.
Suddenly, he grunted. "ungh, ungh aaaaaaaa FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK" and he
sent a warm liquid rush into her cunt. She could feel it flood through
her vagina, escaping around the edges of his cock. The dripping
overflow tickled the backs of her thighs and slipped over her ass.
Harry rolled aside. Kim kept trying to hump against his legs. Her
fevered pitch was becoming higher and more frantic. She had to come,
only he could make her. As if she were a dog in heat, she kept trying
to get his attention.
She held his leg against her crotch, with her head performing
whiplash twists as she moaned, "Please, ooooo, pleeaase, unnng,
ooohhh, aaannngg, gggg, ggg ggg, nnnnghh. Oh fuck me, pllllleeeaaaaa,
aah aaah ahhh, ssssss"
Almost as if he didn't really want to acknowledge her, he said, "You
slut, heh, can I call you slut now?"
"Yess, fuck me, fuck me, call me, uh, anything you want, slut is
fine, please, just please, fuck me." Then Harry took one nipple in
his mouth and bit down, hard. This sent a jolt of sexual pleasure
through her body.
"You're my fuckin' bitch now. Say it. Say you belong to me."
"God, yes. please fuck me, unnh, I, unnn"
"Not until you say it bitch. Say you are mine, all mine."
"GGGnnn! I'm your slut, your bitch, aaaa, gawdamn, fuck me please
fuck me."
He grinned with superiority. "Come when I stick my finger up your
ass...," he commanded.
"Oh god, unnnhhh, please... fuck..." she moaned deeply. She'd never
liked anything in her ass before, but she'd do anything for the final
jolt of orgasm that was building. "GOD!, please take my ass soon.
aaaah"
He lost his face in her large tits again. She was desperate to come,
unwilling to irritate him, her greatest desire was to please him,
to convince him to make her come. She begged, she pleaded for his
finger, for any touch of that finger, in her ass right away.
He moved a hand onto her ass. The cheek was firm and muscular. She
lurched in both arousal and anticipation. Both cheeks were pinching
in and out to excite her pussy. With a suddenness, borne of taunting,
he plunged a finger up her ass. This too gave her unexpected
pleasure, but most importantly, the release she was waiting for...
"OOOOOOOOOOEEEEEEAAAAAAEEEAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHNNNNNGNNGGGOD!" she screamed.
And began to collapse, limp as a dish rag.
====
He took her again. Each time in a way she'd heard of but never dreamed
she'd find enjoyable. His turn-on seemed to be anything he could force
on her, and she would like it. He was always in charge, always
calling the shots, always overriding her initial feelings. She was
expected to remember what he liked, and do it for him without being
told.
He called her Bambi. He said it suited her. She felt particularly
humiliated by this, she'd known a woman named Bambi who was a
prostitute. When he learned this he was particularly proud of
himself. She was only to answer to Bambi whenever anyone addressed
her.
He programmed her to come whenever he held her wrist and squeezed her
elbow. She had some lurching, far less than secret orgasms on public
buses, in the bank, outside a high school window. The little boys
were lewdly staring through the windows. She could imagine their wet
little dongs, dripping in their pants. He made her come twice that
time.
Once, it was a crowded elevator. He told her to expose her boobs to
the guys on the elevator. Everyone was allowed a feel, he insisted.
He allowed her to accept money from one of the men, embarrassing her
even more.
The humiliation excited her almost as much as his touch. He made her
come for every man on that elevator at least once, and blow the last
guy on the top floor. She wasn't allowed to swallow the semen until
they got back downstairs.
He got other women, when she got a little boring. Then she did things
like video-tape him when he was screwing. But he was too thrilled with
her huge tits to let her go...
She lived with him for almost a year this way. She prayed he would
never throw him out. She needed him so badly, needed the humiliation,
the public shame. He was her dream man. The man she knew she always
needed. She came to feel this was certain. She'd never known a better
lover.
He decided he needed a new apartment. Since there was no reason to
pay for anything he could get free, it was a large apartment. And he
got a maid to come clean it up. She also did his prick once in
awhile.
Bambi didn't mind. It was important for her to see him using other
women too. She wanted him to have some variety. He kept her though,
so she must be better, she felt.
He collected a few nice cars for himself. And a good stereo, some
furniture that wasn't shabby at all, thank you. Nor were the two
legged furniture he collected shabby either.
And eventually, he collected some new friends, unexpected friends.
====
They came while he was out. Several large men with hypodermics.
They'd given her a shot, not at all concerned that she was naked in
high heels when she answered the door. A few minutes later, she slept.
When she awoke she was in a bedroom, an entire wall was mirror. She
screamed for Harry for a while. She thought he must have come up with
a new way to embarrass her, maybe selling her into a brothel.
A man came in from time to time to ask her questions; who was she?
(Bambi), where did she live? (with Harry), what did she do? (fuck
mostly)...
At one point a different man came in and tried to fuck her. What he
really did was try to seduce her in a very before-she-met-Harry
manner. The idea someone was watching from behind the mirror was
exciting, but not enough to get her engines going.
The man was disappointed, but didn't seem upset with her.
Later, a woman tried the same thing. Bambi, wasn't interested, thank
you. Harry said such things were disgusting, she thought it was
pretty vile too.
It was after she got frustrated about not getting laid, she had no
idea why, the change came.
The next time a man came to ask her questions. He had no idea what he
was in for...
====
She reached out with her mind and made him slap her. Her loins rose,
entirely aflame. She did something to him, making him use his
strength to force himself on her.
In moments, he'd torn off the clothes she'd been given, thin hospital
like things. He twisted her nipples as hard as he could, sitting on
her to keep her from fighting back. She would have scores of new
bruises afterwards. She loved it.
She was hot and ready. Her cunt was drenched. He wrenched her arms
behind her back, pushing her on her back to hold them there. Then he
used his knees to separate her legs and opened his pants up one
handed.
While her head was thrashing left to right, emitting gasps and the
beginnings of a panting rhythm, he pressed his cock into her. She'd
done something to hold him back for a time, she wasn't sure what.
He pounded away at her, giving her biting kisses that bruised her lips
in ways she found tantalizing. From time to time he slapped her
breasts open handed. Almost invariably, somewhere she wanted it.
"aaaannnNNNNGGGGGGOOOOOOODAMMMMMM!" she screamed, releasing an orgasm
to rival the one she'd first had with Harry. The man began to fill her
with his come, squeezed almost dry by the combination of her muscled
cunt and his intensity. He collapsed immediately, completely spent.
While she lay there, panting with only reminiscences of the release,
several men rushed in the room. The needles stabbed her before she'd
known what hit her. The pain was a pleasant aftershock.
How did they know she was responsible for the whole thing...?
====
"Eventually, I woke up in a lab. These guys had something that
stops you from controlling them. They shaved my head to attach some
kind of monitoring equipment. I think it was a couple of weeks before
I got away though, it might have been longer."
"How'd you do that?" Bob asked.
"Some people never remember to check batteries." So, he thought, a
carelessness they may never repeat, "One day, one of the guys forgot
it for his whiz box. I got control and he helped me escape. Not before
I got to see how telepaths are treated, though. Harry, well, Harry is
as good as dead."
"And they've hunted you ever since."
"Well, I set myself up for a while, even had a bunch of toy men to
serve me. Like you have that little twat on a leash." she grinned a
weak grin, "its nice to have 3 men at once, at my beck and call.
Especially since they did exactly what I wanted. But somehow the
Institute found my hideout."
"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.
=======================
More in the works...
Unfortunately I lost net.access (for extremely normal, mundane
reasons, not censorship) last Friday and now have a new account
elsewhere. I didn't regain access (on the new account) until Tues, so
if you sent email between Friday and whenever, it went to the bit
bucket.
-Blackie
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Another entry in _The Book_ series.
some consensual, some nonconsensual,
m/f, f/f,
adolescent (mostly) male fantasy...
As occasionally mentioned, the characters in this story are entirely
fictional, and any resemblance to anyone living, dead or otherwise
rumored to exist is entirely the result of coincidence, and a wild
imagination. No one I know is the least bit like anyone I'd write
about, well almost no one. Okay, maybe a few, but it'd be hard to
prove, even in private. Come to think of it, who are these people
anyway?
Hit 'n' now or you'll just have to put up with it.
_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.
"It seemed likely to me the Institute guys wouldn't be looking for a
normal set of thought processes, so I simulate them."
"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
hallway to wait.
A moment later she slipped her arm in his and they began to walk down
the hall. Her bra still hanging across her arm, it was obvious to
everyone her breasts were not encumbered by the additional
undergarment. She pinked up in embarrassment as teenaged boys turned
to stare at her protruding nipples shape, outlined in the fabric of
her blouse. Yet she did nothing to put the bra in a less obvious
location.
"You can't make me do this! You can't!" as they wandered past gaggles
of even younger girls staring at them. "I don't seem able to stop
myself, but that's impossible!"
Bob knew her predicament was startling her. She could no more stop him
now than walk on the moon. He just walked into the restaurant with her
on his arm, still bemoaning her lack of control.
"Table for two, back in the corner," he directed the hostess. She sat
them in a booth, concealed somewhat, but not completely from the rest
of the restaurant.
"Now then," he said, "Let's try introductions again. I'm Bob. And you
are?"
"Emily, Emily Sandhill" his victim replied.
"That's better, see how easy it is when you cooperate?" she nodded
fearfully. She didn't speak another word, however.
"So we're going to have lunch, well maybe a bit more than lunch" He
looked the menu over.
"Why don't you just let me go?, I won't tell anybody, I promise. Just
leave me alone." she suddenly began pleading.
"Oh you won't tell anyone. You'll find that you can't. Tell you what,
you try telling the waiter what you think I'm doing."
She began to think. What would she tell anyone. He hadn't touched her.
She had taken her bra off, apparently at his request in the book store.
She accompanied him to the restaurant, arm in arm, at his request, no
physical force at all. She was sitting with him, not screaming for
help. Who would believe her? She tried to get up, but found instead
she picked up her menu.
The waiter came to take their order. He was a college age young
fellow with heavy eyebrows and a pleasant demeanor. When he left, Bob
had placed steak orders for both of them.
"I don't eat meat!"
"You will today," he answered, "why don't you go to the ladies room
and take your panties off for me?"
"Or what, you'll make me?"
"You want to find out?"
"No! I'll do it." She got up and wandered to the restroom.
When she came back to the table, she held her panties tucked in her
arms, trying to conceal them. She went to put them in her shopping
bags, but Bob reached out a hand. Reluctantly she dropped them into
his hand. He placed them conspicuously on the table where the waiter
wouldn't miss seeing them. She blanched.
"What are you doing?"
"Believe it or not, you like being treated like this."
"I don't need your bloody abuse! Why don't you just go away, and
leave me alone."
"Maybe you'd feel better with your blouse open..."
"No! This is all embarrassing as all hell now! I don't want to be
annoyed by you or any other twerp." She looked down, noticing her
exposed breasts, blouse pulled to either side. This aroused some
twinge of unharnessed desire within her, she began to twitch in her
seat.
The waiter came back, bearing a bread basket and their drinks.
Emily flinched, flushed totally red throughout her face. The waiter
appeared not to notice her predicament. To her surprise, her nipples
became sharply erect and her vagina was getting wet. She was starting
to wet her skirt.
Bob shot her a pleased look, while she looked down at her lap. He knew
he hadn't done anything directly to stimulate her arousal.
"So, you seem to like this kind of game."
"I cannot believe you are getting such a thrill from this, may I
please button up again?"
"Yes, but don't get too used to the idea. Why don't you pull your
skirt up, and finger yourself."
"In public?! Here?!"
"Do you want to do it, or shall I help you again?"
She sighed. She reached her hand under the skirt, slipping her fingers
over the exposed labia. Feeling certain Bob could somehow make her do
this anyway, she began to caress the folds of her bushy groin. She
kept her eyes wide open, watching Bob sit calmly over the table. Her
breath began to become short as her clitoris rose from its recess.
She gently rubbed the little knob, gasping. A small drop of sweat
rolled down her forehead, and dribbled down her nose. "oh god." she
whispered. "oooooooohhhh, aahhh." Her head wrenched to the side, but
she forced it back to watch Bob who was, in turn, watching her
closely.
Her moans forced her tongue to show between her tasty lips, gracing
the corners of her mouth with licks from the tip as her body developed
its desire into motion. Her hips ground the wooden booth seat.
She grunted, humped, and moaned. At least she suppressed the more
violent sounds she tended to make during orgasm. She panted for a few
moments afterwards, trying not to slide down in the seat.
"There, feel better now?"
Amazingly, one of her better orgasms. She couldn't do much but relax
at this point. She felt obliged to admit it to Bob, although she
couldn't say why.
"God yes." she whispered so quietly he had to strain to hear her.
"Good. We'll see what else we can do for you later."
The waiter had returned, was standing there while she had finished up
her orgasm. He was holding their meals on a tray, and started to lay
the plates before them.
"If I may be bold," the waiter said, "your performance was superb."
She sat stunned by the man's pronouncement, as he walked away as
though nothing really unique had happened.
When she turned back towards Bob, he was eating his steak. She looked
with dismay at her own. She'd been a practicing vegetarian for some
time. She secretly had been yearning for meat lately, but her will
power insisted she must stick with the regime.
"Eat it," said Bob, "I know you've been avoiding meat for a while, but
you like steak, and you may find a certain sensuous pleasure in it."
"I can't."
"You can, but I won't force you."
She picked up her knife and fork, cutting off a small piece of the
still red meat. She placed it on her tongue, sucking the blood, the
red juices from the morsel she had selected.
He was right! The taste was fantastic. Her tongue and teeth explored
the exquisite tender bitefull, eventually allowing the battered scrap
of food to wander deliciously down her throat. The next small cut of
the beef, she treated to loving licks with her lips and tongue before
sucking it into her mouth, wondrously discovering the flavor as
though for the first time.
By the time she finished the meat on her plate, she was once again
horny, and even Bob seemed, well, almost acceptable to her lusts.
The waiter came back to the table to clean up, asking if there was any
more they desired from the menu before they left. Bob paid by credit
card, although she believed he would not have to, if he didn't want
to.
"Excuse me, why me!?"
"Because you wanted to be used, and I wanted someone to use. I can see
these things in people."
"I don't think I'm into being humiliated this way."
"You are. I just let you find out."
"I'm confused, but I'm also ridiculously horny. Did you do that to
me?"
"Noooo, but I could feel it rising while you ate your steak. I haven't
done anything to you since making you open your blouse. Lovely tits by
the way." They stepped out into the mall again.
"What are you going to do about my horniness?" she inquired softly. He
looked at her with astonishment. She was leaning onto his shoulder
with a look of snuggled warmth spreading through her face.
"I honestly hadn't given it much thought." He led her away from the
restaurant. The rubbing motion of her legs against each other was
bringing up the heat in her groin.
They ended up in the hall with the security office. No one in there
noticed as they walked in.
She followed him into the captain's office, a man in a black and blue
uniform looked up at them. He stood and walked out. Bob swept the
papers and other items from the desk to the floor with a crash.
"This will do just fine." he said, "no one will interrupt us."
"There are open windows to the outer office." she complained. Bob
looked out, a secretary and a rent-a-cop were chattering with each
other.
"You'll appreciate that better once you get your clothing off." he
replied.
She nervously began undressing. By the time she got the blouse, skirt
and shoes laid aside, she was trembling from an excitement rising from
humiliation. She knew now, what Bob had said was true. She wanted to
be treated this way.
Bob dropped his trousers. His six to seven inch pecker was already at
attention.
"Lay down on the desk."
She sat, then lay across the desk so she wouldn't be forced to watch the
outer office staff looking at her. Bob refused to let her get away
with it and positioned her so she had to watch the outer office much
of the time.
By now the secretary was standing at the window, pointing at her and
the rent-a-cop was apparently making some joke at her expense. She
speculated what it was, something about doorknobs? everyone gets a
turn? How would she face herself in the mirror tonight? She trembled
with excitement as Bob began to suck her pussy.
He licked the lips of her slit first. "ooohh" came free from her
throat. As he worked up the opening to the top, she felt his hot moist
breath against the wetness she'd developed. Then he began to lick and
nibble at her clit.
"Oh yesss, please do that more!" she exclaimed. Now completely unable
to take her eyes off the two people in the outer office.
Bob was holding them there. He knew how brutally embarrassing this was
to Emily. He could feel the heat of her lust moving down from her
head, rather than up from her groin. She was now bucking against his
face. She couldn't stop herself. All while being watched by strangers.
Her head rolled side to side. Her braid whipped about over the end of
the desk. She panted with the excitement of the sex she was enjoying,
in a frighteningly public way. She began to pinch her own nipples, and
tried to pull one up to her lips to suck it. She couldn't quite, but
she tried anyway.
Then Bob entered her. She pulsed with an orgasm. She was so far gone
from him eating her out, she couldn't hold back when he entered.
"GGGGGGGGGGGGOD!!" this time she couldn't keep the noise level down,
this time she knew the woman in the outer office couldn't help but
hear. And she was watching too, so had seen the entire thing. Bob
using her, almost beyond her imagination.
Bob fucked her and made her hips pump for him. He reached out and
fondled the pale breasts waving before him. She was reasonably tight
to his prick and he liked the sensation her twat clutching was making
him feel. The pressure built and eventually he released his sperm, a
flood of semen into her cunt.
"oh yeah." he muttered. After standing with his cock in her cunt
afterwards for some time, he pulled out and began to dress.
"Should I dress too?"
"You want to walk out of here like that?"
"Uh, no, no, not really." she was amazed how much it thrilled her to
be watched while fucking. "um, what about them?" she pointed to the
outer office.
"Come on." he simply said.
As they walked out, the secretary offered a comment.
"You filthy slut. Can't you find some place else to peddle your ass?
How much did you charge him, eh?"
Emily's ears burned red, embarrassed and humiliated even more by this
catty remark. Her groin twitched again.
"Don't worry," Bob said, "They'll forget about this before we've
gotten down the hall."
At the crowed mall hallway, Bob turned to leave, but Emily grabbed his
shoulder.
"Was I really like this all along? or did you do something to me like
you made those people forget they saw us?"
"You already had the desire, just hidden deeply away."
"Will I see you again?," she pouted, mixed in her emotions.
"Maybe, just maybe." he stole her address from her mind.
Bob let himself be swallowed by the crowd. He had enjoyed the little
interlude.
====
He drove past a car with no one in it.
No, that wasn't right. He looked in his rear view mirror. A man was
steering the car just as normal as day. Bob probed the car with the
talent.
No one was there, well maybe there was a void like blob he couldn't
read. Like the men at the Institute radar site.
Oh my, he thought, this guy is one of them. Is he after me? What do I
do?
Then the other car turned away, down a different street.
Bob sighed relief. Some day soon he'd have to do something about
those creeps.
They scared him more each time he came across their presence.
====
He'd had more trouble with Betty and Randi fighting, well, not
fighting. Perhaps it was just, well, struggling.
Yesterday Betty complained about Randi trying to run the house. She
knew she was allowed to boss Randi around a bit. But she and Randi
were often at odds.
Bob didn't really know what kept the two of them at each other's
throat, but he guessed Betty really wanted to be acknowledged as the
queen of his women.
She was paranoid. She thought the others were going to hurt her some
night. She had no idea this was ridiculous since he controlled them
all. And she kept trying to push everyone else around unless Bob
stepped in with his command over her hidden persona.
Yesterday he got pissed about Betty's paranoia around Randi. He
adjusted her a touch, to actually like Randi. He added a little more
to put Randi in charge when he wasn't around. That ought to
straighten her out.
He had been working in the study. At the back of his mind he picked
up Betty and Randi talking in the bedroom. He got up and walked
towards the bedroom. He slipped to the door to watch.
"You were seeing him for almost 6 months before you let him make
love to you?" Randi's voice came.
"Yeah, he was, just fine, but I didn't want to have sex until I got
married." Randi was helping Betty brush her hair. From time to time
she stroked Betty's back too. "But he convinced me I was wrong. I was
also wrong to want him to myself. That was selfish, I think, I'm not
sure really."
"Maybe you just needed better encouragement." This odd sensation was
what he'd picked up, Randi was radiating desire. Betty, without the
unreasoned fear she'd had up until yesterday, was responding a little
to the sensual contact by Randi.
The two girls were both wearing short skirts, revealing blouses only
just showing their nipples through since neither had bras on.
Stockings were part of the uniform of the house, along with high
heels which he knew could not only get uncomfortable, but made some
chores a bit difficult.
But they liked wearing them around him, he'd made certain of that. He
liked to see the curves their legs had with the high heels on.
"What do you mean?"
"A man like Bob is unique. He's skilled in bed like I've never felt
with a man. He sometimes turns me on frantically, just by looking in
my direction. I've no idea how it happens to me. Before him, the only
satisfaction I ever got was from other girls."
Bob knew this, but didn't really want her to lose that innate quality.
He enjoyed being her only 'man'. Again he felt personal power no
other man could really have.
"Really?" By now the hair brush was laid aside. Randi worked her
hands in circles on Betty's shoulders. "I don't like the idea of
women with women. It's wrong."
"Oh?" Randi was now smiling, since she could sense the woman under her
hands was responding to the gentle passes she made along her torso.
"Yep. My mother told me," and Betty looked a little odd for a moment,
"I'm having trouble remembering some of the things mother said
lately."
Randi, worked her arms around to Betty's stomach. Her red fingernail
tipped fingers rubbing the muscles of the other girl's abdomen.
"Well, his technique is unusual, I'm certain he's responsible for
whatever when he gives me Fran from time to time. I get such
incredible satisfaction from it. I'm not fond of men. But he's not the
same, different somehow. Its good with him."
"I see," said Betty, her voice beginning to waver. Randi had worked up
to cupping her breasts, and although she believed this should not be
good, she felt light tingles of excitement circle the firm flesh.
Bob could feel Betty's anxiousness, and mild curiosity. Her head
tilted forward, the eyes fluttering from the mildly arousing massage.
Randi took the bold step of cupping up until her fingers could clasp
the nipples of Betty's breast and roll them.
"No, no Randi, don't do this. I don't want to sleep with you." she
mumbled. Her body betrayed her though, rolling along with the motion
from Randi's gentle administrations. "Oh god, that feels good."
Randi began to kiss her on the neck. Betty leaned her head to the
side, allowing Randi's lips easier access. Goose bumps showed her
excited flesh enjoyed the contact.
"No. I, I can't, I won't."
Randi's fingernails dug into her nipples, lightly, giving her a sharp
jolt of pleasant pain. "Ohhhhh," moaned her voice.
Greedily, enjoying the conquest of the often argumentative woman,
Randi pulled at her breasts, pinching nipples between her thumbs and
forefingers, intermixed with grasping handfuls of the flesh.
Bob reached out to feel what Betty was experiencing. He could feel the
tongue snake into her ear. The heat flowing down towards his groin
from her breasts was prickling his own desires. Her eyes wouldn't stay
open, so he got kaleidoscopic blur of images in the room. His
breathing accelerated to match her pumping lungs.
Randi, holding Betty's left tit's nipple with one hand, reached down
and pulled up Betty's skirt with the other. Here she benefited from
Bob's decision the women were to be available to receive his
attentions at any time.
So Betty was completely available to Randi as well.
Randi slid one of those carefully manicured fingers down the folds of
Betty's cunt. Her middle finger, chosen for the intrusion, found a
moist entryway waiting. Her finger probed within, and Bob felt the
invasion as certainly as Betty.
"God, no, don't do this," she moaned, helpless before the grasp Randi
had on her, "let me go, you, you, bitch!"
Randi was unrelenting, her fingers began working the nub of Betty's
clitoris. Betty was bucking, humping at the finger within her.
"You like this, slut. I may be Bob's whore, but you're just a teasing
little slut and you need to be used."
Bob reached out into Randi's mind, becoming a parasitic observer
within her body. The emotions were intense. He could sense her glee at
conquering the cunt under her fingers. Her own sense of power over
Betty fed his lust of power over both women. He could feel her body
writhing with pleasure although Betty hadn't touched her.
"Oh god, this is wrong! unnng," Betty's lips formed the words,
contradicting her body. "What will Bob think of me? I, I, please
stop!"
"You silly little slut," answered the dominant woman, "He'll think no
more of you than he does now. You are a slut for his personal use, a
cunt, whose purpose is to relieve his sexual pleasure. What did you
think he kept you around for?"
Betty was lurching with Randi's finger. Randi forced Betty to turn her
head towards her face with her left hand. Betty was gone into the
stage of not caring how she'd been aroused. Randi planted a wet kiss
on the other woman's mouth.
Bob could feel victory in Randi's taking of Betty, a strong flush
sensation, broadly giving Randi at least temporary ownership of
Betty's body. He could feel how tasty and sweet Betty's lips were
through his vicarious tactile touch.
Betty couldn't stop the plunging tongue violating her mouth. She
didn't really want to. The dyke Bob kept around was forcing her into a
lusty orgasm and she couldn't stop her. Any moment now Bob would catch
them and punish her for letting the bitch take her. What could she do?
She entered into the kiss with Passion, with a capital P. The softness
of Randi's mouth was a change from what she'd felt with Bob. The
woman's lips were velvet to her touch, and her own tongue found the
taste simply exciting.
Randi pushed Betty to the bed and lifting the skirt, buried her face
in the lush red tunnel before her. Her tongue entered the dripping
cunt, pushing as far in as possible.
"MMMMYYY GOD!," cried Betty. "oohh don't do that!, no, no, no!"
Betty's pelvis had assumed sine wave properties as she thrust and
ground her cunt into Randi's mouth. She denied the desire for the
attention with every word, but her body was hot, aflame with
excitement, reaching for ecstasy.
Randi slid two fingers into the gyrating woman before her. Her fingers
moved in so easily she pulled them back out and added a third. When
this proved easy as well, she drew her hand out again. Then she
pointed all the fingers together and tried to insert her entire hand.
"NO NO, That will hurt me," squealed the sweaty woman in Randi's eager
grasp. "OHHHH!"
But the all the fingers pushed in to the widest part, the area of
Randi's hand from the last knuckle of her thumb to the heal of her
palm. Betty tried to spread her thighs open even wider than they
already were, whimpering with a combination of joy and pain. With a
sudden bump, the wrist Randi pressed behind her hand slipped into the
red/pink gap.
"AAAAAHHHHHH! YEESSS!" screeched Betty, tears pouring from her eyes.
It was impossible to gauge whether from pain or pleasure from looking
at her. But Bob entered her mind and as Betty, felt wondrously full,
stretched wide, and unbelievably hot. There was also a stretching
pain, and a few poking pains where the invading protrusion was hitting
tender points. But even those pains were stimulating the sex within.
Randi clenched her hand into a fist inside Betty and started to punch
in, out, in, out. Each in motion was answered by a grunt of
surprise/lust from Betty. Each out motion with a gasp, struggling to
gulp down air. Tears continued to stream down the side of her face,
but along with the tears began to come a gasping, begging sound.
"moore, I gotta have mooorre, deeper!"
"Oh love, you look so beautiful with my arm in you."
"oh Randi!, you're giving, !!!aaaah!!!, me the best... oh yes!"
"You're so pretty when stroked."
"Oh, I coming! MORE >ung< MORE!"
Bob could feel the fullness along the open lips of Betty's hot love
canal. She was swinging her arms and head wildly in response to the
brutal invasion.
She screamed out. Coming wrenched her around bodily on the bed.
Randi eased her hand out of Betty carefully. She was surprised as all
hell the girl had taken it, first time, with so little trouble. All
her other experiences required enormous amounts of lubrication and
slow careful entry.
Betty was curled up in a ball on the bed, recovering from her intense
and unexpected experience.
Randi saw Bob at the door.
He grinned, nodded in approval, and left.
====
Distantly, at the Institute, two men stood before a large oak desk.
The entrance to the room, a large double door, was shut, the curtains
drawn.
They stood apart, not associating with each other in any way but their
presence. One, a burly man, wore a turtle-neck sweater, and casual
slacks. The other wore a business suit.
"You lost her." came a voice from a chair behind the desk. It was
deep, undoubtably male. The room was dark, and the face concealed by
the deeper shadows.
"I implanted programming to make her contact us every other week. She
only missed one so far..." answered the man in the business suit.
"I don't care! Anything we can program in, can be programmed out. You
blew it. You lost her. She is gone. An observer should have watched
her all the time."
"It would've made other sparks suspicious," a pause, "Sir."
"Find her!" a fist accented by striking the desk.
"Yes Sir!" turn and depart started.
"Oh, and Tyler," the departing man looked back, "If you don't find
her..."
A moment passed. Heavy in the air were other frightening options.
"I understand sir." the man named Tyler left.
"Jones."
"Sir?"
"He'll fail. I know a failure when I see one. Make all the preliminary
arrangements with Jezabel. Then get another team on it. I want to know
when to pull him."
"Yes sir." and the second man left.
A pair of feet, clad in expensive Italian leather, took up residence
on the edge of the desk. They twitched with impatience.
====
Maybe I'll get more done eventually.
-Blackie
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More of _The Book_, a (sometimes) mind control/reading adolescent fantasy.
m/f, f/f
Some scenes are non-consensual, some are consensual.
However, the first half of this episode explores a fully consensual
interaction.
All characters are purely fictional and never had a real life
counterpart, a strictly fictional counterpart, or any corpse I ever
heard of that they resemble. This is not to say there aren't people
like them, just that coincidence is as remarkable in this piece of
fiction as it is in law enforcement. (figure that reference out)
Hit 'n' to avoid the story, which for a hundred or two lines has no
sex anyway.
_Chapter & Worse_
The airport was crowded. He'd chosen to fly at rush hour, with all
the business travelers.
This trip was the first he'd made in some time. His investments were
beginning to pay off well. The money wasn't exactly piling up, but he
was doing well enough.
This trip would take him to New York. He planned to find some one to
handle his investments closer to the markets. No big deal, and he'd be
back tomorrow.
He walked through the security scanner on the way to the gate and
almost froze in his tracks. By sheer force of will he kept moving.
A probe had slid over his camouflage persona, the construct he
displayed above his thought shield. The Institute? Maybe. If he
stalled now, they'd figure it out for sure.
He walked on to his plane, taking his seat, in coach, along with all
the other passengers.
====
The 'hunters' sniffed a scent on the wind.
"William" said the man with the carrot red hair.
"What is it?"
"Lookee here. The system made a little hiccup. If the guy going by
was one of the sensitives it should wail, instead I got this funny
flutter."
William looked at readings charted on the sheet of paper. Nothing
was out of the ordinary except a sudden twitch on an emissions gauge.
He looked at the power monitor, lifted the automatic logging sheet.
"Here's the problem, Red, power hit must've gotten by the filters."
"Hmmm, probably right."
"Happens, ya know."
They went back to reading newspapers.
Bob's picture remained imposed in black and white on the roll of
paper with all the scan data. As the paper rolled along for other
scan jobs, it folded neatly into a box by the machinery.
====
Bob's relief was immense as the aircraft settled into the clouds.
Certainly they wouldn't let the plane leave if they knew he was
one of their 'sparks'.
He did a quick snoop on the other passengers.
The cabin was filled with tired, somewhat restless travelers. They
either wanted to get home, or to their hotels at their destinations.
None of them seemed too anxious about the flight.
Bob settled in himself. Napping cut the trip time for him.
====
Arrival. Next time he'd spring for a limo.
He shared a cramped cab from Laguardia with 3 other people.
Not fun, he decided. Well, not entirely fun. There was a very
attractive, lithe little blonde going to mid-town with him.
The blonde was willing to talk to him. Her name was Andy, she told
him. They arranged to meet at a restaurant she called 'Possible 20'
somewhere in the area of his hotel for a late dinner. He used skill
of conversation in the cab, not the talent for control.
He checked into the hotel, depositing his clothing in the room by
hanging the garment bag in the closet. He planned to meet Andy at
8:00 but it was almost that now.
Fortunately, the taxi driver knew exactly where the restaurant was.
He walked in only ten minutes late.
He didn't see her in the front room, but in the rear section of the
place she waved and smiled from a table under a picture of Groucho
Marx. The decor's theme was theater and movies. There were men and
women in suits as well as jeans, an interesting mix.
He smiled and walked over to join her, sitting under Groucho's cigar.
"Hello again."
"You may as well sit. I ordered coffee for both of us."
As he sat, he opened the menu before him. The fare was as mixed as the
fashion sense of the customers. He was pleased at the choices.
"Sorry I'm late, concierge slowed me down in the lobby of the
hotel. I've only been to New York once before, had a little
trouble getting everything straightened away."
"Its okay. The restaurant would be empty anyway. Curtain time has the
crowds under control at the moment. No one will be here until after
the last act."
"Huh?"
"Theater district is just a little downtown. The theater crowds will
be busy at the moment. This place draws some of the theater goers."
"Oh. I see. The theaters have that much effect on the crowds?"
"In the evening, yes. Going to be in the City long?"
"Just tonight and tomorrow this trip."
"Oh dear. Well we wouldn't want you to leave thinking badly of The
City." The way she said 'The City', he knew she meant it to be all
caps. He'd met hard core New Yorkers before, but she was a living
example of New York City as center of universe thinking.
He ordered skins, potato skins, the meal on the plane had somehow
irritated his stomach. She had some kind of sandwich, he didn't pay
attention to what.
She'd changed from the outfit she wore in the cab. She now wore a
dark sports jacket with elbow patches over a fluffy white blouse,
slim jeans, and flats. Her hair was a bouncy shoulder length, almost
golden blonde. Her face had high cheeks, a perpetual smile and
almost laughing eyes. He admired her thin tender looking ears as well.
They lost themselves in discussions of international politics for a
time. Was the economic future of the country dependent on finding an
accommodation with Japan, were the Germans really getting their house
in order, more trivia of interest. She proved better read on many
topics than he, often bringing in some little piece of information or
another he'd overlooked lately.
"What do you do?" she finally asked.
"I manage my investments."
"Oh? you a broker?"
"No, just found a way to stop working for other people and manage a
portfolio instead. Got lucky I guess. What about you?"
"Oh, I do a little of this, a little of that. I've been working
through temp agencies for some time. Right now I'm running a real
small business's accounting department."
"Good deal, I guess, if you can find something like that. How come you
were at the airport then?"
"Went to visit my sister in KayCee."
It took a minute, but he realized she meant Kansas City.
He paid for dinner. Anyone working through temp agencies, he figured,
wouldn't mind dinner on him. He was right, she seemed grateful he had
picked up the tab.
They walked down Broadway. She led him through Times Square, past the
hordes of beggars, street vendors, and musicians with hats or tins out.
At one point, the break dancers had taken over the entire sidewalk.
They walked around through street traffic. There seemed to be a flow
of people through the busy, yet sporadic flow of cars and busses.
They strolled south for some time. Andy called the direction
downtown. She pointed out some of the better known buildings. They
slipped over to the library, she tried but failed to remember the
names of the Lions.
He laughed at this and told her their names. He stole into her
thoughts to pull the information out. For all he knew, she wasn't
right either, but she thought he was.
She pointed out a building south of the Library. It had a gold
colored top. The lights shone brightly, accenting the gold top. She
informed him solemnly this was the American Standards building. She
laughed because he remained mystified.
"It's the company that make toilets, silly. Think of all the
crappers it took to build the thing." She continued to laugh. He
smiled.
"Sir Thomas would be proud."
"Sir who?" she said.
"Sir Thomas, Sir Thomas Crapper, the inventor of the flush toilet as
we know it. Was knighted for his effort."
"Really?"
"Really."
Her laughter was contagious.
=====
They had gotten back to his hotel. It was about 11:30. He was amazed
a city could be so busy, even late at night.
Andy was going to say good-bye at the door to the hotel, but he
talked her into seeing him to his room. Sensing what he could say
helped. She had been holding his hand now for some time, quite
content with his company.
At the door, he kissed her. She seemed to like it. A second, somewhat
sloppier kiss followed. Her tongue joined in the act.
"Isn't this just a little fast?" she ducked her head down so he
couldn't continue. He felt uncertainty within her, an interest in
going on, but reluctantly.
"Depends."
"On what?"
"Whether we both want to or not." With his left hand he lifted her
chin, with his right he opened the door. She followed his kiss into
the hotel room.
"I, uh, don't think this is such a good idea."
Bob pulled her to him, and plunged his tongue into her mouth. She
tasted delicious. Her eyes closed in rapture each time his lips
locked against hers. She relished each kiss as though it was the
first she'd ever had.
His hands held her arms at the shoulders, holding her tightly to him.
He used the grip to turn her enough to allow him to suck gently at
her neck.
He could sense a decision inside her being reached, whether to stay;
spending the night, or go; in hopes he'd come see her again. He let
her work on the thought while he worked on the soft skin of her neck.
"I'll stay," she whispered, "but I don't know if I'll regret this in
the morning."
"I hadn't asked you."
"You would have," she started to nibble at his neck and chin.
He kicked off his shoes. She dropped the sports jacket and stepped
out of her flats. Taking her hand he led her to the bed. She looked
at it briefly, shuddered a moment. Determined, she sat at the edge
and raised her arms to entice him to her.
He entered her arms, and pulled her to him as he rolled to a prone
position. She grinned above him, diving the six inches to his face to
kiss him then pulling back. She teased him this way for a few minutes.
He reached a hand behind her neck and held her to a passionate kiss,
tongues in collision. Her eyes remained enticingly closed during every
meeting of their lips. Her hand drifted to his hardening prick.
"Oh my, did I do that?"
"As if you didn't already know."
"Can I have it for my very own?"
"We can let you test drive it..."
She began unwrapping the prize she sought. First his belt, then the
button on his trousers, and the zipper made a resounding 'ZZZippp!' as
she pulled it down. They both giggled.
As she pulled the elastic of his underwear over the stiff member, it
popped to immediate attention. With a victorious smile, she
performed a mock salute to the little soldier.
"Remain at attention!" she said.
He laughed at her playful attack. She plunged her mouth over the tip,
soaking him between her warm wet lips. Her hair shook lightly at the
motions she made.
He watched the twinkle in her eyes grow as she licked and nibbled the
length of his cock, between her attempts to bring the head into her
throat. The tingle he was beginning to feel improved as she grasped
the base of his prick with one of her soft warm hands. She squeezed it
and pumped whenever her head wasn't seeking to engulf its length.
He couldn't help thrusting into her face, every time she sucked him
in. The pink tongue sometimes showed around the edges of his cock as
she sucked. He struggled to avoid pulling her head to force himself
deeper into the orifice he was fucking.
She watched his face as she sucked. Her activity became more
enthusiastic as she saw him more frenzied. The pressure rose in his
groin. He felt fluids starting to travel.
"I'm coming Andy. I'm coming."
"MMPPPH!" She plunged his cock deeply into her mouth, driving him past
her rear teeth, and at last, into her throat. He felt her rear teeth
rubbing sharply against the body of his penis.
She kept this deep throat action going while his groin muscles
mechanically pumped a volume of come into her. She held him in her
throat as long as she could hold her breath, lips and tongue rubbing
against the root and balls. She enjoyed his facial expression during
release.
Then she sat back. He rolled on his side in contentment.
"Good." she said.
"Good what?"
"Now when I get you hard again, you'll last longer."
He laughed again. She'd entered into the fun, having made her
decision.
"You needn't have worried. That's the one muscle I have with endurance
to spare."
It was her turn to laugh. She peeled away her blouse, leaving her
breasts bound in their double barrel slingshot. Then she dropped her
jeans, revealing a lacy pair of panties. She left these on and began
unbuttoning Bob's shirt. After pulling his pants off, she made him
shed the remains of his shirt.
"I'm gonna leave these on just to give you some continued interest,"
she waved at the underwear she wore. Her tits seemed to fill the bra
quite nicely, and a hint of the dark patch of pubic hair was visible
around the edges of her panties.
Her body slipped up against Bob's naked skin. She felt smooth and silky
as she rubbed her legs against his. He began to caress her arms and
shoulders as they once again began to neck. He carefully traced lines
across her back, following paths her nervous system reacted to well.
She let out a sigh, enjoying the way he anticipated points on her
back she wanted touched. Enjoying her response, he began to tease
along her pleasantly round hips the same way.
"oooo, that's nice!" He liked the way her lips shaped the sounds.
He sensed itching and tingling under the bra straps she wore. So he
reached around and hooked the eyelets free. The back now loose, her
flesh in the front still cupped in the bra, he moved the straps to
the sides. Then he scratched her back along the places they had been
binding her.
She tucked her head down against his chest and purred. She was making
a low rumbling and rolling 'rrr' noise until she slipped her lips
forward and began to suck at his nipple. Then the sound came from her
throat.
Not allowing her to resume control, he reached his hand down between
her panties and bottom. It was soft to the touch, and he kneaded the
cheeks gently. This also brought a sigh of joy from Andy. She was
writhing slowly against his leg, and he pushed her ass to force her
groin to grind harder. He could feel the beginnings of rolling in her
abdomen muscles from excitement.
Her breath stepped up in speed. No, not yet gasping, but more
rhythmic, more lusty, more heat. She wasn't showing signs of real
exertion yet, no sweat, no hurrying.
He pushed her back and pulled the bra away from her chest. He
admired the flesh exposed by her further nudity. The breasts
themselves were much paler than the rest of her, almost an alabaster
white. At the apex were tiny red/brown nipples, but oddly inverted.
There were little puckers where the knobby tips should be. He'd never
seen nipples inverted before!
He sucked at one, the nipple popped out, remaining out while erect.
They both became hard quickly, slowly softening when he paid more
attention to the other. She didn't enjoy more brutal treatment of her
nipples, he could tell before she said so, but her response to really
hard sucking was enormous. So he sucked her into his mouth and
tickled the stiff ends with his tongue tip.
She rewarded him by groaning and moaning, her hands and arms wrapping
themselves around his head as he suckled her tits. She clutched him to
her tightly as he attacked them, her head craning backwards as she
moaned out her happiness. His nose and eyes pushed into the pale
skin.
Eventually she pushed him back.
"Please, I want you now. I want to feel you inside me."
He helped her remove the panties, tossing them to the side. She lifted
her legs, but he pulled her up to a sitting position.
"Get on top."
She squatted on her heels above his cock, guiding it into her. He could
feel her moisture as her cunt slid down over his pole. Impaled, she
knelt open mouthed above him. Her nipples remained pointed out, sharp
and beautiful.
He began to sit up.
"What the...?"
"Bring your legs around behind me, sit on my lap."
She struggled to unbend her kneeling knees, letting him sit at the
edge of the bed, her body wrapped around his, with his cock violating
her deepest recesses.
"OOOOooooohhh," a moan escaped, not released, but forcefully freed.
He lifted, then dropped her in his lap. She held onto him, weaving her
fingers together behind his neck. He had a good view of his own
manhood thrusting into her as she gasped and moaned with pleasure.
His hands were locked under her buttocks, helping keep entry and
withdrawal motions going. She was moving well on her own now, so he
disengaged his hands. His right hand sought out the meeting of their
flesh at her hot wet cunt lips from the back.
He felt his prick sliding in and out as she moved above. Her head
was starting to whip back and forth, gaining intensity with every
plunging entry his cock made.
Tracing back up with his fingers, he felt her asshole. It was making
puckering and unpuckering motions along with the rest of her.
She was working up to another plateau of pleasure. He could sense a
thrill within her as he tickled the ring of her anus.
Suddenly he invaded her anal orifice with his finger, driving it in to
the second knuckle.
"YESSSS!" she screamed out immediately. "YESS! YESS! YES!"
She was bucking madly, thrusting back, not only at his prick, but
against the intruding finger up her ass as well. She was sweating now
profusely. An orgasm which clutched at his prick surged from her. He
fucked her ass thoroughly with his finger as she came.
"FUCK, FUCK ME!" came the cry as the tension in her muscles tightened
with cramp proportions. Then she came down a little. He kept at her,
tilting his head down at an angle to suck a nipple, he continued to
fuck her cunt, and her ass.
"NOT AGAIN! YES!" came a gleeful, and perhaps triumphant howl.
She swung her head wildly and let go another screaming orgasm. He felt
a surge of liquid fire rise within, so he let loose his second orgasm
for the night. The come flooded out the tip of his cock, he could
almost see the seed enter her. Some dripped around the opening of the
girl at the point their bodies were joined.
She slowly went limp in his arms. Obviously glowing with a joy of
someone just fucked, she smiled radiantly at him.
They sat for a while, with him inside her. She was overwhelmed with
afterglow, for now.
====
"I've never seen inverted nipples before," he was playing with the
tips of her breasts. They looked like tiny belly buttons, only a red
brown color. She smiled at him as he got one to pop up erect.
"They've been there all my life."
"It must be unusual."
"I suppose, but not to me."
"Yup."
"You hit a real hot spot fingering my, um, bottom."
He looked at her, surprised.
"You've never had anyone, er, fondle your ass before?"
"My ass, yes, my asshole, no."
"You don't know what you're missing."
"I think you may be right, although."
"Although?"
"If you'd suggested it before our little dalliance, I would never've
gone to bed with you."
"Well, if I can get it up again," looking down at the semi-stiff
prick, "we can try a little back door delight. You want to try?"
"Oh, but it might hurt."
"Nonsense, I brought some baby oil. We'll just get your tail oiled up
and you'll find it less difficult than you think."
"Um," she tossled his hair, and nibbled at his ear. She spent a few
minutes thinking it over, "okay, you can take my ass. I'm game."
"Ha! not yet I don't, recuperation takes more than ten minutes."
"You want my virginity, you better rise to the occasion!"
"Oh, give me a break. I already came twice!"
She giggled, and sat up. A moment latter her lips were actively
attempting to resuscitate his flagging pecker. At his present level of
arousal, she easily fit his entire cock and balls in her mouth. She
worked her lips over the glans, around the edges, tongued the under
seam. He became stiff, one more time.
"Now don't do too much, you don't want me to come before I enter you."
She giggled and tried to smile at him while sucking with her mouth
and pumping with her hand. A few minutes later his rod had achieved
suitable stiffness.
"Get your shoulders on the mattress, and stick your butt in the air."
She started to do so in the middle of the bed. He got the baby oil.
Opening it, he rubbed some on his prick.
"No, no. Get down here, the edge, yeah that's it, knees on the edge of
the bed." She moved again.
He took a handful of oil and rubbed it over her ass.
"Oh! That's cold!"
"Sorry, it'll warm up."
His hands on either cheek, he pried open her anus with his thumbs one
at a time, working the oil into her nether hole. Then he moved his
cock's head against the opening.
"OH!"
In it went, about an inch and a half. He paused, letting her adjust to
the plundering penis in her. Her eyes showed wide open shock at the
entry.
"I feel like I gotta go."
"It'll pass as I get in deeper."
"God, I feel so fucking full already." Her face was turned back
towards him over her left shoulder, pressed into the mattress. Tears
were forming in her eyes.
"Okay, I'll go in a little farther." so saying pushed another inch in.
"Ow! Oh! OH!"
"Want me to stop?"
"No! I mean, I think I'm gonna like this." She reached back to pull
her chalky white cheeks farther apart for him.
He pressed forward a little more, her sphincter looser now as she
relaxed and tried feeling the pleasant sensations. He resolved to let
her work it out, rather than adjust her senses to accept it.
"Ahhh!" and she dropped into a continuous low moan.
Now he pressed all the way, so his balls teased her cunt and his tummy
rested against her spread cheeks. He waited a moment for the muscles
of her ass to adjust to his presence.
He began the motion to plunder this treasure. Out slowly, in slowly,
then faster, building a rhythm.
"Oh god, yes, that's so fucking good." her eyes shuttered from
arousal. A pink tongue slipped out of her mouth to apply pressure to
her lips.
He reached around and began to play with her clit. The oiled fingers
made the contact smoother and seemed to allow movement with less
irritation to her skin.
"YESS!" she hissed. Her own rhythm began to meld with his. If
anything, she was trying to slam her ass against him now. He felt the
grip of her ass muscles as she began to pulse with the heat.
The hand that wasn't busy, his left, he reached for her left tit.
Finding the nipple he began rolling it between his thumb and
forefinger. In moments he had the tip out from it's hiding place.
She moaned, raising her shoulders and tucking her head down
underneath.
He felt her reach orgasm. His own release came soon afterwards,
pouring semen into the darkness of her ass. She was screaming, he
was lunging, they both collapse, with his cock still up her ass.
"God, that was..." she trailed
"Yes?"
"Different," she looked at him lustily, perhaps divining emotions to
go along with her physical pleasure. "yes, it was different. I'd
never have done that without, well, I guess you turn me on a lot."
"Well, I need a shower, wanna play?" He pulled out, with an audible
pop.
She pouted.
"I liked that in there."
"You can have it again, if you behave nicely." he whacked her bottom
playfully and headed to the bathroom, "but I need some sleep tonight."
They showered together. She had fun soaping his crotch, he had fun
soaping hers. Her nipples popped up again under the spraying water.
They slept.
====
In the morning, he took her again. He took her ass, if for no other
reason, she like it. He asked why. She said part of it was the
helplessness she felt with him pinning her on her face.
He laughed at this explanation, but he entered her rear plumbing
again, to her delight. If he could get it up again, he was certain
she'd demand another opportunity to enjoy the new experience.
When she left, she insisted on getting a phone number from him.
Instead he got hers, and told her he would pay the fare for her to
visit him soon. Within a few weeks.
Then he left to pursue business opportunities.
And done with business, he picked up a package at a little store in
mid-town.
====
The plane was airborne. His trip successful at the 5th broker he'd
visited. He was pleased.
He called Andy to say good-bye, he'd promised to, after all. But she
was out, and her answering machine picked up. He left a cute, but
romantic enough message, saying he wanted her again, er, to see her
again.
Then he'd flagged down a hack. The cab ride was bumpy and brutal. But
he made it in time for his flight.
There was another probing of his mind at Laguardia, but he was
prepared. He obviously didn't trigger any alarms, but was very
nervous when his keys set off the metal detector.
The flight was nearly empty. Four other passengers, and as many
stewardesses. The airline couldn't be happy about it.
His frolic with Andy left him horny.
Part of the problem he had was related to his talent. He'd only
needed to use it to read her mind. She had reacted well, mostly
because he knew exactly what she'd wanted. But he found arousal in
using the talent as well.
The captain turned off the seat belt sign.
After glancing briefly at a magazine from the pocket before him, he
got up to wander to the head. When he came out, a stewardess was
working in the storage pantry at the back of the plane.
Taking a quick look up the aisle, he saw they were pretty well
isolated.
She looked up at him and smiled. It was a typical "You're the
customer" smile, intended to be professional but not terribly
friendly.
She was well built. Her legs showed attractively below a short skirt,
part of the uniform. Her vest covered only part of a starched white
button down blouse, and a badge pinned to the vest proclaimed her to
be Robin. Robin had blue eyes, in contrast to her brunette hair,
held back on the sides with a barrette. Her shape suggested some
sweet curves, and her backside was tight, at least as far as he could
tell.
"Hello Robin."
"Can I help you sir?"
"As a matter of fact, yesss..." He slipped a feather light tendril into
her mind. She would now believe she was home with her boyfriend. Bob,
of course, would fill that roll.
"Hello darling." she reached her arms around his neck and planting a
loving kiss. He moved his hand up to her breast and began feeling
through the material.
"Oh sweetheart, not now. I just finished work."
Well. She had interesting evasions for her boyfriend when she got
home. He did what he'd avoided with Andy. He used the talent to
created arousal signals in her groin and tits.
"Well, maybe we could," she continued while caressing his crotch,
"I'll get the chains out. Do you want to be chained to the bed or
the floor?"
Whoops! This wasn't going to work for Bob! He did a search through
her mind, finding an old friendship she concealed from her 'pet'
boyfriend.
Now she saw him as some guy named George. George was the man she'd
grovel before, if he wanted. Apparently it never actually came to that.
But thinking she was with George got her juices really running.
She immediately changed her own persona, draping herself against him,
reaching her hands up to run them through his hair. Her voice dropped
half an octave, and she spoke.
"Hi lover. Missed you. Where have you been?" Bob had to look again to
be certain the voice came from the same woman. He pulled her face to
his, driving his tongue between her lips. He'd swear she had almost
done a traditional swoon, dropping her own muscle control to let him
hold her up.
He led her aside to the little pantry nook and began necking with her.
While his lips pulled at her cherry tongue, he reached out his probes
to ensure none of the other passengers or attendants would bother
them.
She licked and chewed at his neck. He lifted her skirt and pulled her
panties to her knees. His hand felt the wetness she'd developed after
seeing George standing beside her. He almost felt sorry for George,
missing this fine moment with her.
"Okay lover, turn around and bend down."
"Anything you say George."
She turned and jutted her tush up. Bob reached around her, separated
her blouse in the front, and was rewarded to find a quick release
front snap for her bra. Her ample bosom was released and he felt
the large hanging boobs, seeking the nipples with his thumb and
forefingers. She let loose a low grunting moan.
After a few moments he undid his pants, allowing them to drop to his
knees. His stiff wang wagged between them and he guided it, from
behind, into the soaking wet tunnel she'd proffered.
He began to ram in and out of her and she made appropriate gasping
sounds, pleasing him. After a few minutes though he pulled out again.
"Don't stop now, lover," she said. He grinned thinking of his early
morning exercise with Andy. He enjoyed her enthusiastic sexual antics
a lot. He spread Robin's cheeks and pressed the tip of his prick
against the rosette.
"NO!, oh please lover, anything, anything at all but that!" she
squealed in her original voice.
"Just hold still, you'll like it," to ensure this, Bob eased her
muscles with mild controls, and increased the pleasure symbols her
nervous system was carrying already. He pressed in an inch. She was so
tight, he feared he might not make it in.
"OH! OH! NO! MY GOD! DON'T!" she continued, but her butt wiggled a
little from stimulation, rather than pain. "YOU CAN'T FIT THERE!"
He pressed in farther. He also raised the still mild stimulus to hot
lust in her rectum. She pressed back against him hard. With a quick
thrust she was completely impaled. Her head shook, tears running down
her face. She also moaned excitedly.
He thought of Andy, while pumping into Robin. He reached around and
began to pinch her nipples. She snapped her head up, letting out a
sharp squeal of joy. Her head shook wildly in abandon.
She shoved down harder against his cock, but he started to come. The
burst of semen planted by his prick into her ass dribbled out a
little. He pulled out, while her asshole almost seemed to suck the
last drops from him. His cock was starting to go limp all ready.
Using towels near at hand, he cleaned up some. She continued to
squirm, just shy of having come.
"Follow me." he said, pulling his pants up.
She followed him to his seat, empty seats to either side. He moved
over by the window and instructed her to sit beside. Opening his pants
again, he had her start to blow him.
He had another stewardess bring him something to drink. This one,
named Janet apparently, looked nothing like the Janet he knew.
Her hair was long and black, her lips full and deep red. She wore the
same uniform Robin had on, showing slightly bow legs, but attractively
curved anyway. She stopped and stared at Robin sucking his cock.
She had much smaller knockers. He had her show them to him. The
knobby little nipples were already excited. At his command she began
to pinch and play with them.
He knew he could make her forget all this. Instead, he had her
masturbate for him in the aisle. While she did this, he came all
over Robin's face.
He gave his little cocksucker a remote control orgasm, forcing her to
come immediately. He watched as she flopped to and fro in her
release. She smiled gleefully afterwards, obviously thinking of
George.
Then he released Robin to her job errands, causing her to remember
meeting with George, but forgetting just when.
Janet replaced Robin at his crotch.
For fun at the end of the flight he made all of the stewardesses
come, one by one, as he touched their lips with his forefinger. They
all lined up for him as he left. It was a rousing display, not one
of them able to remain standing. He had all the other passengers
applaud.
It had been a very pleasant flight.
Not surprisingly, he was the only passenger who remembered the flight.
The crew only remembered what he wanted them to, a normal boring
flight.
The little demonstration of deep control titilated and aroused him.
He realized he'd become addicted to the sexual utility of the skill
he'd suddenly developed.
He realized further how childish and reckless the little act on the
plane was. He started to worry if he was losing control of himself.
A possibility which frightened him.
====
Bambi nee Kim sat on a bus. There were always interesting people to
read on a bus.
She had been fascinated by the other women in Bob's house, amazed she
was one of them and didn't resent it. She was uncertain how she'd come
around to view him as the center of her universe, but well, there you
are.
She retained most of her memories, but Harry had faded away into
oblivion. She hardly thought of him any more. When she did it was a
little like trying to remember a nightmare from last week. If it
wasn't recurring, it lost its potentcy.
She'd lost a lot of strong opinions too, along with the memory of
Harry. She no longer believed she had to be dressed in tight
concealing clothing in public. Harry seemed to like the embarrassment
it caused to make her wear sexy things outside the house. Overcoming
her fear of publicly wearing less conservative clothing had been hard
when she went to visit Bob.
She probed women far more often now. She'd learned a lot of new
things about dressing and make up. More importantly, she'd learned,
maybe relearned, she could earn a living herself. She'd gotten a
boost out of going back to work.
It hadn't lasted long, because Bob showed her she didn't need to work.
She had a talent now allowing her to make money in supposedly
speculative markets. A little research here, a little there, and in
almost no time, she had real estate she could resell at a substantial
profit!
Now and then she had an urge to take some guy. Just take him, make
him, and afterwards let him go with improvements.
Occasionally a sense of desire for punishment would seep up. But
then a little inner voice would calm her, telling her Harry was dead,
and not all men should be like Harry was.
She didn't really understand where this voice inside came from, but
she felt better afterwards. She knew Bob would take care of her needs.
Today she'd read the thoughts of two old ladies. They'd just played
Bridge and were thinking about making a 'Grand Slam'. Later she'd
snooped on a teenage boy who was watching her. She was tempted to
fulfill his fantasy, but she really wanted Bob, not some kid.
She planted a memory in the boy of having screwed her, with details
he'd never forget. He'd be happy when he got home. Probably try to
relive the experience with some other older woman.
Now she snaked out thin tendrils to the people on the bus with her.
And stifled a gasp. A man behind her wasn't there! Well, maybe he
was, but there was no mind to examine.
The Institute was the only source of those mind shields! She had to
flee before he figured out she was one of their 'sparks'. She didn't
want to return to their labs.
At the next stop she got off. So did he. She tried wandering into a
few stores, but he was always outside when she stepped back out to the
street.
He knew. He didn't realize she knew about him. The thought made her
giddy.
So she slipped out the back of the next one.
She ran down the alley she found herself in. Finding a man driving by
in a sporty red convertible, she stopped him using the talent and got
in. She had him drive away quickly.
Within a few minutes she probed around her and no longer sensed the
deadness of mind shields. She sighed relief.
The man drove her home, her new home, and forgot all about it.
====
Bob came home without fanfare. Well, mostly anyway.
"Hello, missed ya," Betty stood up against his chest, demanding a
kiss. Like a little puppy who'd missed the family. He gave her a
small peck on her nose.
"Hi. Any calls?"
"Janet called, she says she's horny again and Ben isn't cutting the
mustard. Wants some 'special' treatment."
"Hmm, any others?"
"Yes, Fran checked in on schedule. I told her you wouldn't need her
this weekend. Is that all right?"
"Sure. You can fill in for her." Betty turned red, then looked down
at her toes tracing circles on the rug. She decided it was a good
idea anyway. Randi was starting to be fun to be with.
"As you wish. And some woman named Mary called. Said you knew her
number."
"Very good." he rewarded her with a deep, loving kiss. Then he carried
the garment bag to his room.
====
"Hello Janet."
"Bob! I've missed you."
Well that would soon change, he thought. Ben didn't deserve the
problems with Janet coming over to Bob's so often. A friend was
important enough to help out. He carefully planted a little program
of symbols to arouse her intensely when with Ben.
If all worked out, her interest in him would begin to wane. Problems
with Ben were one thing he could avoid easily.
They had a quick, and somewhat disappointing fuck. Oh, she enjoyed
it, so did he, but he knew she'd begin to see him as a great short
term lover, not the one she really wanted. Oh, they'd do it again.
But he'd made certain she'd yearn for more sensual activity
afterwards, for Ben.
Bob hit the road.
====
Bob reached out to Randi and summoned her. He summoned Bambi too.
They arrived a few minutes apart, both certain he'd be there, but
trying to bring him some little problem to discuss.
Settling Bambi into his chair, he stood with Randi and began kissing
her. Randi responded immediately, without hesitation. She'd devoted
herself to him, believing, trusting completely he would take care of
all her needs. He could sense total trust welling within her.
He petted her gently. Excited, as she always was with him now, her
breath became shorter. She even got this way when he simply used her
without giving her release. Often it led to a greater release later,
but always she got excited by his touch. Unlike any other man she had
ever met.
Bambi watched with mild interest as Bob pulled up the house skirt
Randi wore and tested her wetness with his fingers. >ungg< came from
the brunette. Moans developed from her as he twisted her nipples
gently through the blouse.
Bambi sat still as possible in his chair, trying to remain
comfortable while Bob made use of the other woman. She hadn't been
made to watch before, but if he wanted it, she would perform this
duty.
Then Bob sat Randi down on the couch. He spread her legs and pulled
her skirt away from her crotch. Establishing Bambi's view was
excellent, he licked and nibbled at the inner thighs Randi offered
him.
Bambi watched his behavior with interest.
His tongue traced the muscles and folds in her crotch. Randi sighed
and let her moans slowly fill the room. She moved with rhythmic pulses
of her torso.
Then Bob stopped.
Randi whimpered with desire, a need, a strong need to be satisfied.
Bob grinned and went to the package he'd returned from New York with.
From the bag he withdrew a twenty-four inch double headed dildo.
Randi gasped at the sight. Bambi drew in a deep breath, a little
nervous, thinking she knew what Bob had in mind.
He oiled the artificial cock and pushed one end into Randi's cunt.
It was thicker than Bob's prick, but Randi took it as he slipped it
in.
"Bambi, take off your blouse and skirt."
She complied. Naked except for a garter belt, stockings, and high
heels she stood with her magnificent boobs hanging before her. Oh,
not hanging real bad, but consider her incredible assets.
"This end is for you," Bob waved the other end of the phony prick at
her.
"What!?" she stared at the woman on the couch. And at the head of
the prick she now had to accept from that same woman. She wasn't
sure of this idea. She was unsure she could do this.
Bob led her over, and had her kneel over Randi on the couch. Randi
was salivating openly at the idea of finally being given Bambi. "Oh
god, yes!" slipped out between her puffed up red lips. Bob had come
through for Randi again.
Randi licked the air before Bambi's cunt lips while they wagged
before her face. Soon, however, Bob had settled her back, getting
Bambi to squat over the prick Randi imagined was hers.
Randi took to sucking the big boobs hanging before her now. Bambi,
aroused by physical stimulus, more than the situation perhaps, began
to feel shivers of excitement run down her spine.
Bob forced her onto the synthetic pecker. It was huge. She thought
it was splitting her open, although she knew she'd had bigger. She
felt as though the other woman was forcing a cock into her. Inching
it in, Bob finally had both women attached at the crotch the way he'd
wanted.
Randi began to hump mildly. The motion of the gigantic false prick
caused Bambi to gasp with surprise and sharp pleasure. The depth of
the intrusion was incredible and she felt it wanted to creep up and
out her throat.
Bob formed the mental image of a phallic shaped mind probe and
violated Bambi's mind at the same time. She felt his entry almost as
if he were entering her pussy. His probe slithered into her and now,
she could sense, he was her. He was fucking Randi using her body.
He'd taken complete physical control and was letting her watch and
feel from the recesses of her own mind.
Bob could feel Bambi's tits. And Randi was pinching at one
viciously as she bit, really bit, at the other. He could feel the
incredible monster cock inside her, and by clenching the muscles of
Bambi's cunt, he pushed it into Randi. She was trading the favor for
Bambi.
He plunged Bambi's tongue into Randi. Bambi felt it and savored the
total loss of control. Her pleasures were complete in this activity,
her own personal desires subborned into his. Bob owned her and she
now liked being his chattel more than anything else.
Bob though hadn't pulled out all the stops yet. Although he was
operating Bambi a little like a puppet, he still was aroused in his
own body. Stripping, he pressed Bambi forward. The rubber cock was
bent over, and Bambi was on top of Randi. Now her rectum was
exposed. He could feel the tickle in her ass as he rubbed his cock
against the little flower of her anus.
The girls paused for him while he made his entry to Bambi's second
hole. He worked it in, inch at a time. Slowly, ever so slowly, he
pushed his cock in to the hilt. He was thrilled, he really was
fucking both women at the same time.
Bambi felt full. The rubber cock bent between her and Randi. She was
surprised, but Bob's presence had left, where did he go? Then she saw
Randi's eyes pop open.
Yes, she thought. Bob is fucking both of us in every possible way. He
can violate our most inner sanctum, in every way, we are both
totally property, as totally as he can make us.
Bob looked up at his own face over Bambi's back. He pulled her lips
down to Randi's and engaged in a lip and tongue duel. Bambi tasted
very yummy to Randi.
The double headed dildo was doing its job. Both women were heavily
aroused from the friction of the false phallus. Bob added to their
fire by fanning the erotic sensations they felt. He reached for
Bambi's tits with Randi's hands. He reached for Randi's tits with
Bambi's hands. He pumped his cock up Bambi's tight, tight ass, reaming
her out.
Bambi came first. Her mind, realizing just how brutally she was being
used, not only front and back, but her entire body and mind, was
aroused far beyond her norm. She was engaged in kissing Randi when she
began to scream. Bob thought it appropriate she had 'come' in Randi's
mouth.
Randi wasn't far behind. Her body, crushed with the weight of the two
bodies above her was feeling flashes of radiant heat pull her into the
abyss of orgasm.
Bob, last of all, poured his jism into Bambi's ass. The tight ring of
muscle squeezed at him, ejecting him as he became limp.
The girls remained connected.
Bob moved back to his chair. He watched the female forms on his
couch come down now. Bambi was somewhat uncomfortable with Randi's
proximity. He'd decided everyone would eventually get it on in his
house, and she'd best get used to it.
"Don't let it out of your cunts."
The sex toys on the couch tried to find a way to get comfortable while
attached at the hips. They worked their way around and finally each
had a head on an arm of the couch. Their crotches remained together,
actually a few inches apart, and their legs were intertwined.
Bob thought for a time. The women became slightly restless but
obedient to his instructions. A contest of sexual frenzy, Bob thought.
"Okay, Let's see which of you can make the other come first."
Both women looked over at him. Randi was thanking him with her eyes.
Bambi was confused, not having expected this situation to arise. She
was enjoying herself, but felt a nagging censor at the back of her
head. Bob remembered full well she'd believed girl/girl sex was a bad
thing, but he also knew it for a 'Harry' planted idea, not really her
own view.
Randi immediately began to hump her groin against Bambi's, pressing
their mutual cocks deeper. This was poor strategy, since she also
was stimulating her own genitalia.
Bambi fondled Randi's nipples, bringing about a gasp from her, um,
competition. She pulled and pinched, using her own talent to find
the other woman's weaknesses.
To Bob's surprise, Bambi swept out a control probe to Randi, which he
swept aside in a hurry. She'd realized she could use her talent to win
this contest. Bob smiled to himself, tempted to let her do so. It
would serve the little cunt to get used by another woman, instead of
the other way around.
"No Bambi. I don't want you to play that way today," he said. "Maybe
later."
Randi worked her thumb against Bambi's clit. Bambi couldn't stop from
letting out a moan. Randi tried to pull one of Bambi's large boobs
within sucking reach. She couldn't quite from the position they were
in, but a violent yank on the nipple reached one of Bambi's weaknesses.
She thrilled in the pain shooting through her tit. She was now
bucking far more violently against the rubber dick between them.
Bambi's breath was almost a visible moist movement. Her cunt was
twitching, and Bob watched the heat rising in her.
Randi too was excited. Her lust at having Bambi had her nerve endings
enflamed. It also helped to have Bambi's hands all over her. She
panted rapidly, while seeking a further way to force Bambi to come
first.
"I, I, I can't, uh, can't..." Bambi was rubbing Randi's bump of
clitoral flesh with a thumb now, but muttering about difficulty of
contact. Randi almost going over herself, began to crush Bambi's
little clitoris bundle.
"AAAAIIIIEEEEE!" screamed Bambi, threshing against the bruising
treatment she was receiving. The lightning flash of orgasmic energy
jolted her about.
"GODDDDAMNIT YES!" followed the screech from Randi just moments
later. The two women bucked against each other's crotch while
keeping their hands in place, manipulating the sex they each held.
They eased back in slow motion, resting their sweat covered heads.
Their hair pointed in places from the dripping sweat. Flushed pink
from the exertion, neither had their eyes open.
Bob got a blanket and covered them. They remained nestled together,
still inside each other by virtue of an artificial organ. Every
now and then one of them would kiss the other's leg or foot.
Bob just went back to reading.
====
Betty was at the grocery store with Bambi.
Bob had told her to pick out a woman for him to screw tonight. Bambi
would make sure the choice came along. She was to give the choice to
him as a 'gift' to show her obedience.
Betty felt completely humiliated. The embarrassment had kept her
panties dripping since they left the house.
The worst part was knowing he'd take the woman she chose, making
Betty watch. Thinking that, she had to struggle not to finger
herself. She had been directed not to orgasm until Bob said so.
She spotted a nice looking woman, about 32 by the fruit. Betty had
already discarded four other possible choices when she saw this one.
The woman was about 5'8" and was shapely. Her eyebrows were little
arches over deep brown eyes. Her nose was long, leading down to a soft
red pair of lips. Her hair was in a short pony tail, a dark blonde.
Betty realized she didn't want this woman to make love with Bob. He
would enjoy such a choice. She suppressed her own will for his.
She pointed the woman out to Bambi.
The three of them left together.
====
The man looked at the note he'd just received.
TARGET OBSERVED DOWNTOWN. TARGET MISPLACED. ADDING MANPOWER TO
SECTOR. REQUEST HIGHER PRIORITY AREA SCANS IN SECTOR. JONES
He scrawled "OK' and his initials. After a moment he added the word
"Maximum" after the OK. He set it aside for operations.
He picked up another report on his desk. Tyler was programmed and
ready to be turned over to Jezabel. Tyler would know he was being
punished, but he could no longer do anything about it.
Among other reports on political supporters, financial problems,
manpower requirements, and security background checks, there was
data from the airport. Some problem with a scanner, a freakish
misreading or such. He set it aside, unwilling for now to decide,
how to investigate the report.
He brushed his sleeve, straightening the creases.
====
As before, this will continue... like it really could stop without
more.
-Blackie
The Three Ages of Man:
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2) Try weekly
3) Try weakly
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More of _The Book_, a mind control story...
Be warned, this episode is heavy on plot, light on sex. Some mild
philosophy discussions, but we'll get back to the nice wet sloppy
stuff, if I remember how after being serious for a while. (more of a
threat than you know)
disclaimer of email response: delightfully, I am now informed several
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please don't ask me to email them, check the available mailservers
first. I remain delighted to hear from readers, don't think
otherwise. I just don't have time to constantly mail the entire story
out for the many requests I receive.
Joshua Laff has been courteous enough to inform me he has all the
episodes on line, at "mailserv@uiuc.edu".
Standard don't hurt anybody's feelings disclaimer: No one in this
story is real, so any resemblance to those living, dead, and undead
(fictional) is like having automatic sprinklers run by a random number
generator, it's only coincidence you got wet. Betcha liked it too.
This is getting a little long, don't you people get tired of reading
it? Why the hell not? Sigh, but I'm still having fun writing it...
Okay, like m/f fer sure dude, f/f possible. Non-consensual. Ease back
a bit, its only fiction.
Hit 'n' now to skip it.
_Censorship_
Many mind shields moved about in the neighborhood. Bob could feel the
mentally dead spots all over. At least a dozen he could sense
immediately.
Bob wasn't sure how they'd narrowed down the search to here, but the
reality was, they were here.
Guessing at what could happen, and hopeful the hunters would leave the
women alone, he'd written a note. It said he'd be gone a week or two,
they should keep the household in good order for his return. He
planted suggestions in their sleeping minds to keep them content
together waiting for him. No matter how long it took.
There were at least six hunters out back. He figured there were
another three or four on either side of the house. And out front...
A movie style CIA staff car look alike stopped in front. Two more
pulled up on either side of it. Several more of the nearly invisible
unreadable men got out of the dark boxy cars.
They gathered, one man, in a perfectly pressed suit swept his arms
right and left. They parted like the sea before Moses. The man with
an unruffled G-man look started up the walk. He flowed along in a
smooth, unbroken motion, headed straight for Bob's sanctuary.
His nightmares come to life, he was surprised there weren't any guns.
There didn't appear to be any way out. He could only guess what would
happen to him. It didn't seem likely they'd walk up and say, 'Nice
to see you're telepathic. Good going kid. Keep up the good work,'
then leave.
The doorbell rang. Well, it did a silly four note thing, more like
chimes. Only a week ago he'd thought it cute when he bought it. He
glared at the little box on the wall until it chimed again.
Well, he thought, time to brace up and face the devil. He opened the
door at a normal pace to avoid startling the unusual visitor. He was
rewarded with no overtly hostile reaction.
"Hello."
The man wore a perfectly pressed suit, a red silk tie, and black
shoes, just recently polished. His crew cut made the roundness of his
features stick out. Wrinkles, chicken tracks, around the eyes placed
him around 40-43 as near Bob could figure.
"Hi Bob. I'd like a chance to chat with you. May I come in?" The man
didn't bother to introduce himself.
"I don't see how I could stop you with all the manpower you brought."
The man chuckled, but didn't look over his shoulders for support.
Perfectly cool, he stepped into the house. Bob led him to the living
room.
"Well, this is a nice change. Your original furniture I gather." the
man said. "Very unusual, most sparks just take what they like from
mutes. Males often end up with poorly decorated domiciles. Very
strange affect, I'm not certain how to describe it. Kind of like late
american junk yard."
"I see." said Bob.
"Yup. You know we caught on to you very fast. Most sparks go two,
maybe three years before we find them. You wanna know how we found
you?," he paused, pulling a pack of cigarettes out. He went on before
Bob could form a reply, "the girl. Oh, not the harem girls you've
picked up, eh? That really is the best part of being a spark I guess,
the broads. Anyway, what was I saying? Right, the girl."
The man stabbed his thumb at his own chest.
"Our girl, the one we let loose. We lost her for a while when you got
to her, but you screwed up. You know how we found her? Give it a
guess."
Bob walked over to the window, peeking at the carefully deployed men
meandering around outside. His guest didn't mind. A cigarette lighter
came out and was ignited.
"Please don't smoke," Bob said. There was no way to stop the man, but
the fellow looked at his cigarette and put it away. "I've no idea what
you're talking about."
The man laughed.
"Forget the bullshit. You've been plowing Kim and the two other women
you got living here regular as rain. You can do this because you pull
their strings. You also plow about three other women a week. Some of
them Kim brings to you for your leisure.
"The amazing thing is you ain't been stealing stuff too. We usually
catch the sparks by looking for swiped property, but you... You've
been careful to earn the money and buy what you want.
"No, you know what I'm talking about. Kim gave you away. Not on
purpose, but almost as if she put a red siren light on top of your
head."
Bob resigned himself to being 'found'. He breathed a deep sigh, trying
to figure the angles. Nothing this guy had said mattered much yet,
sort of complementary. Sort of. Almost admiring, but hostile at the
same time.
"Okay, but why bother to talk to me about it? Why not just grab me
like you seem to do with the other, what do you call us?, Sparks?"
The man shuffled over to the window for a moment. Bob couldn't sense
it, but he guessed it was to let the men outside see he was still
well. The man took in a deep breath, and sighed, almost resigned too.
"I've been remiss. My name is Jones, Dirk Jones," the man clasped his
hands behind his back and rocked on his heels. "You, despite our
advantage in organization, are very unusual.
"You see, we've been picking up the snatch you throw back to analyze
what you do. Oddly, we can't find any sign of your meddling, unlike all
most sparks.
"Most of the other sparks tend to go mad. I'm getting ahead of myself.
Let's see.
"The men believe they've become God. They take the power they have and
start using it on the mortals around them. Women, men, it's
essentially the same MO. It's just a matter of time before we track
them down and catch them. Usually, when they find out there's someone
they have no power over, their marbles go rolling on the floor.
"Some get lonely, because they think nobody else like them exists. This
brings on a different kind of madness. It has the same net affect. You
watch them looking for their shooters on the floor.
"The women, they're a different story. Depends on what they want. A
tiny fraction grab men or women for themselves and play. Them we can
catch quickly since they tend to be like the looney men. Some of them
just use it to manipulate people they know. Easy enough to find once
you see a pattern. Some women just want things and end up discovered
by our financial detectives. Some try running around trying to do
good deeds," he laughed, "this brings us back to the god complex and
we can catch them.
"What we can't do is keep 'em. Most of them go around the bend faster
than shit through a goose. Kim's Harry for instance, managed to do
himself in. You've been different though.
"You seem pretty stable. You came up with a plan to become
economically solvent, without creating a statistical anomaly in the
crime data. Somehow you don't leave a wide programming trail on the
women you've used, a more delicate touch, if you will. You kept your
own home and carefully concealed your new wealth.
"You only forgot a couple things."
Bob sat in the lounge chair. He looked up at Jones's face. He was just
a little curious.
"Which were?"
"You let the girl, Kim, remember her? You let her go buy and sell
things, big things like property with houses, in her own name."
"Ohhhh." Bob saw the stupidity. They couldn't miss records showing any
kind of detail, she'd had to use a real address too. How could he
overlook so simple an error? "So what now, again why talk to me?"
"Don't feel too bad. The airport jingle would've put us on to you in
another couple months anyway," came a consoling tone. Jones was
sweating just a little.
"Airport jingle? What happened at the airport?"
"You took a trip. We take pictures of everyone going through
security. When you went through, our scanners acted up. We wouldn't
have actually checked on you for a few more months yet, but we always
follow through, even on the little stuff."
"Shit, so what do you want?"
"We're a big organization. There's always room for one more. But we
can't let a dangerous threat like some random spark run around loose
without some strings."
"And you propose...?"
"I'd like you to come to the Institute. See our facilities. You can
bring the harem with you, we don't care. You can even collect more if
you want, we'll even help. There any popular actresses you want? That
reminds me, where are your little marionettes?"
"The women are asleep. When I knew you guys were out there, I had them
lay down and made them sleep. I figured they might panic."
"Smart. Jesus Christ man, you make the other sparks look careless," he
appraised Bob again. "As I was saying, you come work for us, we'll
cater to your whims. All we want is a little help with our research,
and maybe help watching some people."
And probably they wanted him off the street. The watching people thing
bothered Bob.
Oh boy, thought Bob, gotta watch those enemies of the state. Hell, it
might not even be the state, it might just be the enemies of the
Institute. Well, the guy may be sincere. No way to tell with his
shield in place. I hope so, cause there's no way out of this mess for
now.
"You aren't going to let me sleep on it, are you?"
"Not exactly son, no. Would you if you were in my shoes?"
"What then?"
"Come see the facilities. You may feel a lot better about joining the
team, our team." Jones was pitching. Bob didn't like it.
"I don't have much choice."
"You do, but the other choice is more painful..."
====
Two women and a man were in a room with a large bed. The bed was huge,
designed perhaps to hold four or five people at once. Around the bed,
in the shadows, were about a dozen chairs. The chairs all faced the
bed.
The two women were asleep across the bed, but would wake in a few
minutes.
A uniformed messenger stepped into the room carrying a sheet of
paper. He walked over to the man. He tried to hand the sheet to the
man.
"Never mind, what does it say?"
"Sir. The spark is coming willingly. The women don't seem to know
anything is out of the ordinary and the household hasn't been
disrupted yet. Jones says he's leaving the women alone for now."
"Very good. Let me know after attitude modification."
"Yes sir."
The messenger left, making a sharp turn, clicking his heels as he
marched.
====
They were escorted by two other cars. The drive was pleasant but long.
Bob thought they were either waiting for him to try something, or
trying to conceal the route they took from him.
While they rode, Jones told him about the Institute.
The Institute was over sixty years old now. The original founders had
been measuring brain activity secretly on an Army grant. Some rich
philantropist donated enough money to see they kept operating when the
congress cut them off.
The Institute had grown over the years. They had their fingers in a
lot of pies. Several investments had paid off, and now they were an
entirely independent operation.
Originally they were trying to ferret out spies with the mind scanner
they developed. They'd figured out how to scan, and what to do to
block scanning. But they couldn't seem to get a good handle on
implanting changes.
Kim had been an experiment, according to Jones. He claimed she was
socially disfunctional, so they had to try something. Bob figured
there was a lot more history they weren't telling.
Bob bided his time.
====
The man watched from the dark recesses of the room. The women couldn't
possibly know he was there. He liked having some control over what
the performance would be.
If he wanted, with their current programming, he could feel them up,
and they'd never know he'd done it. His smile was a wee bit wicked at
the thought. It was difficult, probably the most expensive process
for the Institute. But he insisted it be done.
These two women had never met before. They were due to wake up soon.
The one with the fiery red hair had a nasty tempter and a mean streak.
At least around men. This was Heather.
Heather wore sweats. She almost looked ready to go jogging. Her sneakers
were the finest available. The sweats didn't reveal much. Her height
was 5'7" and he knew her to be 36-24-34 in build. Couldn't tell the
measurements from here though. Her face was pale, with the carrot red
lips some redheads end up with. Her eyelashes were turning white and
accented the angry green eyes she wielded like weapons.
He knew from her records, she had been collecting female slaves when
she'd been caught. A regular bevy of Amazons mostly, but with a few
very feminine, delicate looking women too. He found in the psych
report she couldn't go long without sex. They'd kept her a week
without it, he knew this too.
The other woman was brunette. Her lips a dark red, the eyebrows
accenting downward towards her nose, which was long and narrow to just
above her lips. Her hair curled in spirals to the shoulders which were
rounded down her arms. This one also wore sweats, but they couldn't
conceal her larger bust. The nipples showed through from the strain
against the fabric. She was 5' even, so the redhead towered over
her. She still seemed as if half her height was legs.
This one, named Jean, was picked up in a shopping spree. Amazing how
little she'd actually spent acquiring all the goodies she'd garnered.
'Born to Shop' was emblazoned on a bumper sticker of the car she'd
been driving. It was a sporty red model, no license plate. They'd
known where to look for her from the series of police reports on the
car which were canceled moments later by the officers making the
reports. It was suspicious when the 6th or 7th report came over the
radio.
Her psych report indicated she was uninterested in sex. Well, not
totally, but she'd been much more interested in collecting things from
the stores. She hadn't a boyfriend in over 2 years. And she had no
interest in women at all.
They had been let into the room and allowed to meet each other. The
observer was curious what would happen. There hadn't yet been any
experiments with two telepaths likely to be confrontational. This was
something he wanted to see. He'd tried very hard to make this
confrontational.
The brunette began to wake up first. She looked around, finding
herself on the bed. Another restraint they programmed was an
inability to get off the bed. She struggled clumsily to get her feet,
but the best she could do was stand up on the bed.
She saw the sleeping red head. Jean shook the red head awake.
There was a moment of confusion.
====
They pulled up to an isolated mansion. The gabled windows above
towered over a carefully manicured yard, the yard as large as a
couple football fields. Bob saw two functional fountains.
The building rose four stories and was covered with clinging vines.
There were bushes all around. In isolated clumps around the
building, there were men and women being escorted by nurses.
The sign over the door read _Biltmor Rehabilitation Institute_.
"Isn't the real name, you know, but it looks better when the state
investigates us. They have a bad habit of doing stuff like that."
Jones led him through the large oak double doors. They went through a
large ornate entry hall, and down a long length of corridor to the
left.
Bob imagined the eyes on all the portraits in hall were following
them. Too many old movies and mystery novels.
====
Peters was considered a little odd by the standards of the other
techs.
He remembered vividly the day he attacked the tart with the huge
hooters. He'd really enjoyed the experience. Everyone told him it was
her fault. But beating her wildly while screwing her was the best sex
he could remember having.
Now, whenever possible, he would slip into one of the observation
rooms when one of the sparks was permitted their women. Today he
entered a dark room, well mostly dark. There was one lit wall. It was
a window wall, all glass.
On the other side of the glass was a comfortable looking room, King
size bed, dresser, arm chairs, a wall of books with a TV in the
middle. A phone was on the wall next to the door in the lit room.
In one of the chairs was a young man, age indeterminant, Peters
guessed 26 or 27. He was reading a book, Bob couldn't see what the
book was.
He looked over the empty plush seating in the room. Looking over the
log sheets he saw the patient, a spark, in the next room was actually
19. Psychiatric appraisal was this one would soon flip out, the well
known Diety complex everyone talked about.
They'd caught him a month before in a strip joint. He was
systematically beating the talent show girls. And they were showing
all the signs of really liking it. One or two, they wouldn't have
suspected he was a spark. Six he'd only just met was too much.
"Send one of them in." he spoke into the intercom. Then he took his
seat, front row, center.
"Yessir!" a static voice shouted back at him.
He flipped another switch. Every sound in the other room became
audible. The other side of the glass wall was mirror. The sparks knew
they were being watched, but the one way mirror arrangement let them
pretend they had privacy.
The page flip in the other room was very clear to Peters's ears, then
came the sound of a bolt being withdrawn.
The door inside the lit room opened. A radiant blonde, bright gold
hair, stepped into the room. The door latched and bolt slammed behind
her.
"Hello Gabriella." Jimmy said.
The girl had to be in her early 30s. She was lovely to behold. The
blonde hair was only part of it. She was slender, wearing a sleeveless
white cotton dress doing nothing to conceal the soft plush tits
she thrust before her, now that she saw her master.
Her legs were generous in length, giving the illusion she was half
legs. Four inch high heels helped in this impression. Her naked
arms were smooth looking, clear skin. Her fingernails tipped her
fingers in a soft red.
Peters could make out her eyes. They were blue, but somehow lacked a
person behind them. She was mechanical in her motions, silky perhaps,
but he could make out a slight jerkiness to her movements. She had
high cheeks, a slender chiseled nose, and her lips were thin, but
moist, as if begging for kisses.
Peters looked at Jones, who appeared to be doing an inventory of his
pockets. He looked back to watch the two in captivity.
"Oh Jimmy, I've longed for you!" Gabriella spoke. He saw her move
forward to about six feet in front of Jimmy and stop. She posed for
his appraisal.
"Jimmy? maybe you're forgetting something."
"My Lord!, oh I'm sorry My Lord, please forgive me." The girl's cheeks
were becoming damp.
"Well, just for that you better strip down for me."
"OH! thank you, thank you."
She reached both arms around back to pull down the zipper of her
dress. This made her boobs jut farther forward. Peters could make out
her nipples.
The gauges above the wall swung, shifting very fast. Peters knew the
spark was reinforcing his control over her. The telepathy suppression
fields would protect Peters though.
Jimmy immediately stood, reached out and pinched her nipples a bit
violently. She gasped loudly but kept her hands reaching to the
fastenings in the back.
Peters was frustrated by the wall between them. He would like to savor
giving the pain/pleasure she felt. Take and enjoy her. Peters's cock had
gotten hard. He pulled out a rag he'd brought and began to use it to
masturbate.
Her dressed was shrugged off of her shoulders, and only Jimmy's
abusing fingers held it against her bust now. She was struggling to
remain standing, enraptured by the touch, filled with delight.
Jimmy let the dress fall.
She wore no underwear at all. Her tits were tanned, from weeks of
sitting in the sun or under a sun lamp, no lines at all from a bathing
suit or bra.
The nipples stood out hard and pink from Jimmy's use. They were large
nipples, smaller but shaped not unlike nipples on an old style baby
bottle. Swollen, and raw from use, she was clearly thrilled at the
activity.
She stepped her feet over the dress and resumed a pose. Her ankles
turned just so, a series of pleasant little curves. Peters loved
their appearance.
Jimmy walked around her, tracing lines on her skin. He would stop and
hit her with his open palm on her bottom, stomach, tits, or legs from
time to time. As he went, the blows became harder, the sounds of the
slaps much louder.
Her tongue snaked out, possibly from joy, each time the stinging
smack resounded in the room. Red hand prints covered the visible
parts of her anatomy Jimmy had gotten to. Her panting was deeper with
each stroke she received.
"Good cunt." he said.
She beamed as the praise was understood. He sat her down at the edge
of the bed and took off his clothes. Her head drooped to her chest.
Gabriella was highly aroused, it was hard to miss it. The stinging
pain titilated her, bringing desire from her inner self. She was
trying to snaked her torso back and forth to grind her hips. She
rolled her head from shoulder to shoulder with her chin on her collar
bone. The moaning was only just audible.
Jimmy grabbed a fistfull of her hair. He pulled her head up and
forward into his crotch. The ripe red lips opened quickly and
engulfed his now rigid prick. She allowed him to control his rape of
her face, pulling and pushing her head with the handful of hair.
Peters could hear Jimmy's grunting as he forced himself further down
the girl's throat. A catch in the man's breath, a gasp, a wheeze
perhaps, and he pulled out, spraying the white fluid onto her face.
She gasped for breath. Choking and coughing her recovery. Dripping
liquid, at the tip of her nose.
She began to play with herself. Jimmy was now completely unconcerned
about what she did. She lifted her legs up to place her ankles by her
head. Reaching a hand under and around one leg she supported her
back. She played with her cunt with the other hand. Her arms and
shoulders were inside her knees.
She seemed to think it important she see exactly what she touched.
She was partly doubled up, shoving her fingers between the swollen
lips of her slit. Far more impressive than Jimmy's orgasm was the way
her muscles strained to bring about heightened response. Her face
contorted through a series of expressions, each an erotic step above
the previous one.
Peters was intent on her face now. Tears came from the corners of her
eyes, and one hot steamy 'yes' was followed by another. She was tight
with muscular exertion, and sweat was making her entire body glisten.
As she got closer to orgasm, she could no longer watch her fingers
rubbing the swollen bit of flesh between her legs. She rocked her head
back, muttering about needing to come. She kept advancing higher on
the sexual plain, without making it yet.
Jimmy sat up and smirked. He'd recovered from his treat, and was
watching her with greedy anticipation. As if he knew she was trapped
at the edge of her release.
"You wanna come cunt?"
"Oh Lord, I pray you let me come soon, I need it so badly. I've not
come in two days now, and you know my needs. God please, oh please
may I come?"
She continued to frantically masturbate. Her frenzied efforts were
putting her well into the ecstasy she sought. It was the final jolt
she seemed shy of.
"You may come now cunt." Jimmy almost blessed her. Peters could
imagine Jimmy making a cross motion to do so.
She leaned her head forward towards her slit again, as to watch. Then
suddenly she straightened out completely, screaming at the top of her
lungs.
Peters could hear it through the glass. The speaker, perhaps the
microphones couldn't quite take it, had cut out until she finished.
They cut out several times over the next five minutes.
He came in the rag he was using.
Jimmy seemed pleased, starting to play with her nipples again,
squeezing them in his fists. She had an exhausted aftershock, face
wrenched into another expression of ecstasy.
Peters turned off the monitor. He marked the observation sheet up with
no real new remarks. He glanced at the couple in the other room as he
left.
Jimmy was making the girl bow to the mirror, to Peters.
====
"Sit down please," Jones directed.
Bob relaxed in a chair in the middle of what seemed to be Jones's
office. The chair was perfectly situated in front of the desk Jones
sat at.
"There is one little detail we need to accomplish." said Jones.
"What's that?"
"There is a tiny matter of loyalty. We need to know we can trust
you."
Trust goes two ways, Bob thought, but if you wanted trust you never
would have approached my house the way you did. He didn't like
something about this discussion.
"And just how do you intend to find out?"
"Oh, we have a way of ensuring it." and punched a button on his desk.
A pressure drove at Bob's mind from above. Looking up he could now
see an opening above, with a small dish antennae pointing at him.
He was too busy with the symbols to get up from the chair.
The transmitter above was driving one symbol at him, and one symbol
alone, 'Obey'. It was a harsh, highly powered command he was loathe
to accept, especially here. The energy slammed at his skull blithely
shoving his cover persona aside. The bolt smacked into the shield he'd
developed, and pushed him back behind that same barrier.
There was no human source he to reach this time, unlike his
experience with Bambi. No one to shut off, no simple way to retain
his freedom. He was fighting a machine, with far more energy than he
could draw on.
He became quite frantic. Sweat seeped up through the roots of his
hair, and a few drops fell from his eyebrows. He felt his vision
become blurred. The beam was winning. Soon he would not be the same
person he was when he came in this room.
Instead of fighting the beam, he reasoned, perhaps he could draw on
it. He began to take some of the energy from the charged command and
build it into a cup like shield between him and it. This cut the
pressure sharply.
Some of the energy he pulled aside and looking at Jones, he saw
another use. He poured it into a probe to break through the mind
shield Jones wore.
A visible light show commenced in a ball shape around Jones, who
looked quite startled. Jones frantically pressed another button. The
ball shape wasn't as round as Bob thought. He started to explore the
shield's actual limits. The thing was more donut shaped than the ball
shape he originally perceived. The shield collapsed in at the top and
bottom, leading towards the device behind Jones ears.
The abrupt discovery was of little use though. At that moment a pair
of men with pistols burst into the room. One had a hypodermic and
jabbed Bob.
Moments later there was a wild hue of red over Bob's vision and
everything faded to a gray haze.
====
The two women checked out their status. It was a few minutes before
one of them threw a sneaker, proving the barrier only fenced them
onto the bed.
The red head was also checking out the brunette.
"What's your name?" she asked, "I'm Heather."
"Jean. How long have the goons kept you locked up?"
"I've lost track. Must be about three or four months."
"They picked me up a year ago. They prod and poke at me, but I think
they're into some kind of psychological mumbo jumbo."
"You do the mind reading stuff?"
"Yes, you?"
"Sure thing. Your the first person I've met here without those brain
caps they wear. Well, the first they didn't pick up with me."
"Huh?" said Jean.
"Well, I had some girl friends they snatched too, because I, er,
influenced them."
"I haven't seen anyone other than jerks in white coats. Waitaminute,
no, I also had some guy try to make a pass at me, once in my 'cell'."
"Ha! Damn men think they know everything. I can see right through
them now, and they know it."
"Don't you like men?"
"Not really, I like pretty girls. Like you."
"Well you can just stay away from me. I don't like women, even though
I ain't too particular about men either."
The red head was now stroking Jean's hair gently. She was interested
enough, probably horny as all hell. Jean brushed her hand away
sharply.
"Seriously. Leave me be."
The lesbian vixen was now concentrating very hard. Suddenly so was the
brunette shopper. There was a strong momentary intensity. Later, the
observer would learn the scanning apparatus used for this experiment
was registering enormous flares of activity.
It only lasted a few moments.
"You're so lovely, I could eat you right up," were the next words
Jean uttered.
====
"hsst!"
There was a raging rock fall at the back of his head. Every time he
moved another boulder came down on the back of his skull.
"hssst!"
Goddamn, that noise was really annoying. How the fuck did he get a
hangover? Then he remembered.
He was at the Institute. It was obvious they wouldn't just let him
go. Bambi's escape had been a phony, so he had no reason to believe
getting away would be easy.
"hssst!" He pried open one of his eyes. There was a woman in the room
with him. She was trying to get his attention.
The room was some kind of hospital room. There were gurneys near by,
and damn if Bob wasn't tied to one. So he looked back at the woman,
realizing she was tied down too.
"do you know how the 'hunters' caught you?" she whispered. He tried
to reach out with a mind probe, only to catch another heavy boulder
at the back of his head.
Then he noticed the woman had some kind of wire netting over her
head. He probably had the same thing. A restraint for the rebellious
telepath. Groan. The mind shields were bad enough. They seemed to have
other measures at their disposal to control their pet telepaths.
"They came to my house," whispered back, "and invited me to buy a
condo here. I was dumb not to try getting away sooner."
"You seem familiar."
"I recognize you too. Where?"
"Hey, were you the guy warning me a while back?"
"Could be. I did warn.." but he trailed off as footsteps came their
way. He feigned sleep.
The gurney was being moved. He had to try again at escaping, but when?
His entire body felt sluggish and he was tied down to boot. What could
he do?
====
Jean reached over and caressed Heather's hair.
She'd changed from hardened resistance to active participation so
quickly, the observer hoped the cameras weren't having troubles.
They so often did.
Heather in turn began to touch Jean's face. The two women gazed
longingly at each other for long minutes. Then Heather leant forward,
planting a gentle, closed eyes, kiss on the lips of the other woman.
The kiss was as soft as a butterfly. Their tongues remained behind on
this first kiss. Heather was taking Jean. In a very real sense, she
had already taken her and was now making her. Jean's eyes were
slipping into ecstatic movements, taking in every inch of her new
lover.
The two moved together and began deeper, more passionate kisses. Their
tongues dueled for dominance between their teeth, their heads rotated
as they ground their faces.
After a lengthy, rolling, necking session, Heather began to feel
Jean's bottom. Visible now very clearly, her ass was a tight bundle of
flesh. There was a sudden series of movements as Heather yanked the
sweat pants clear of Jean's waist and ass.
The naked skin was smooth and pale. Neither woman had been in the sun
for some time. Heather could clearly make out the smoothness of the
soft derriere. At silky touch along the outer thighs brought a sigh of
joy from the brunette.
The red head moved her palm along the skin, sliding it around to the
exposed maidenhood.
"Oh yes!," came a gasp from Jean. A few moments of feeling up the wet
crotch, and the red head stopped.
"Undress for me darling." whispered Heather, who began to strip
herself.
Heather's pale body was quickly exposed to the light. Her brightly red
nipples on her firm knockers were large and erect. Her legs showed
their slender shapes, almost perfectly designed to be spread for
access to her cunt. The curve of her waistline was so supple, her own
hands traced along it in pleasant arousal.
Jean anxiously drew off her clothing, depositing the sweats where they
were within easy reach. Her breasts were large yet firm also with
smaller nipples than Heather's. Her tummy seemed very tight, pulling
in along the ribs above the diaphragm. The bushy pussy was an
irregular triangle in her crotch between her torso and her slightly
too long legs.
They dove back into each others arms, lips embracing wetly. Their
breasts rubbed together, nipples already erect, cushioning their
movements. The four legs curled about one another in a continual
struggle to pull the two groins tighter together.
After wrestling hotly for a length, Heather pulled back and began to
work her way down Jean's neck to her bosom. She sucked at the nipples
and nibbled lightly at the undersides of the breasts.
"Yes, yes, yes, yes," became a constant stream from Jean. Her hips
were working in waves up from the bed. She worked up a good sweat
before Heather stopped.
Then Jean began to work on Heather. She chewed lightly on the neck of
the other woman, who craned about in response. The moaning from the
bed became substantial. She dropped along the shoulders, spending
little kisses of tenderness along the arm, then under. She spent a
brief moment suckling at the nipples of Heather's breast, then worked
her way down to the thin red-white hairs of the crotch.
Heather lifted her legs onto Jeans back. Jean slid her tongue into the
offered love hole. Her probing tongue fought into the vagina as far as
she could manage. She worked her right arm around Heather's hips to
bring her fingers to bear just past her nose, at the protruding clit.
Heather was bucking furiously. Her right hand plunged the forefinger
knuckles into her own mouth, clamping her teeth down tight. The left
was pinching and pulling madly at the nipple on her left tit.
Jean snaked the free left hand to Heather's other tit and began to
pinch the swollen red nipple between her fingers, using her thumb to
squeeze the whole tit gently.
Heather's hair tossled back and forth as her head wagged from side to
side.
"Goddamn, Goddamn, suck me, suck me. YES! get that tongue deeper." she
demanded.
The brunette strove to drive her tongue further in, possibly
succeeding in pushing her chin into part of the cleft. She made a
frenzied attempt to increase the stimulation to the clitoris, pinching
it with her forefinger and thumb.
"YES!" screamed Heather. The untamed orgasm came pouring out of her in
every possible tone she could make. Jean lapped up the juices leaking
from her cunt.
"YES!" screamed Heather. Comming a second time, hot on the heels of
the first. Her body slammed up against Jean and down against the bed.
"YES!" screamed Heather. Third time as wildly as the first, legs
straight in the air, hands clenched into angry red fists, arms bent
tightly across her chest.
"aaaaaahhhh," came a final notes moan from the sexually spent woman.
Jean sat up and looked carefully at Heather's face, radiant from post
orgasm buzz.
"Oh love, did you like that?"
"Yes. I always like it when a pretty woman eats me."
"I'm glad. It was so lovely to watch you, darling."
Heather struggled around to Jean's cunt and began to lick. Jean was
still hot, but needed arousal first. Heather, frustrated from the
exertion, compelled her by telepathic force to thorough arousal.
Jean began to react uncontrollably to any touch from Heather. Every
contact point had become an erogenous zone. Jean's body was going wild
with stimuli. She frantically heaved her hips and shook her head even
more madly than Heather had.
Heather shoved three fingers into Jean's dripping cunt. She worked
them around, violating her brutally. She fucked in and out with the
fingers, and quickly, Jean began to come.
Her hands clutched Heather's face into her cunt. Her legs clamped onto
the other woman's head.
"AAAIIIIIEEEEE!" she simply made a primal scream last the duration of
the orgasm. It seemed to last and last and last. When she shuddered to
a stop, she was dripping from sweat, panting madly and stroking, as
this had all begun, Heather's sweet hair.
====
The headache continued but he forced a tendril of thought free,
accepting pain to achieve a breakthrough. The slamming pain grew
inside his skull, but his determination was immense. His eyes lost
vision during the effort.
This time he traced with a thin probe around the edge of the donut
shaped shield.
Delight! Success! The shield was not completely covering the man
pushing him. Once in the nervous system pathways, he easily reached
inside the man's mind and took control.
All the while, his skull was rattling like a can of rocks, and his ears
screaming with associated pain. The first thing he did with his
converted follower, shut off the wire net shield.
Relief came as the pounding in his skull stopped. He could almost see
again. Yes, he thought, that was a door we just passed.
Bob had the man take the battery out of his mind shield. His thoughts
became much easier to read. Almost as lifted from behind a thin panel
of translucent glass.
He gave his escort an opportunity to stop for a cigarette. He hated
the smoke, but needed an excuse to have them pause. He wanted to
think, look for some means of complete escape.
There would be many more 'guards' around. He hadn't seen any easy way
out of the place yet.
====
The women on the bed were lying in each others arms. They whispered
sweet nothings to each other, like high school lovers.
The observer pressed a button cutting off any other watchers.
He walked over to the bed. Unzipping his pants, he dropped them beside
the bed. He climbed up behind the red head. He grabbed her ass and
rolled her onto her back.
She squealed with surprise.
"What is it?" yelped her new lover.
"I don't know!" she shouted back, "I just flipped over, I don't know
why."
The man shoved his organ into her, slapping away her hands.
"What!" She felt something at her crotch, and she was unable to close
her legs. Her head flung itself back. She was startled again by the
fullness her cunt was experiencing.
"Yeah, oh yeah, you fucking bitch. You can take this. Take it all."
the man said. She heard nothing, feeling only a sudden arousal from
her crotch. He pumped away furiously, pinning her arms now above her
head. She couldn't resist, and her body began to betray her. Her arms
raised of their own accord above her head, remained in place against
her will.
She was certain she was pinned by an invisible force, and worried she
was being used by another telepath, the way she used women herself.
But her hips worked in motion, her breath had become excited.
Jean sat mystified to the side, wondering if Heather was having some
sort of fit, and just how to help the woman she loved. She enjoyed
seeing Heather's sexual excitement, Heather had changed her to like
it herself.
Heather worked her head hard against the insides of one arm, then the
other. A moment later she had reached a sudden unexpected height. She
orgasmed with silent desperate groans.
Jean squealed with delight, as she'd been adjusted to do, at Heather's
sexual release. She bent over Heather's face to kiss her for rewarding
her with the pleasant performance. She couldn't see the man either.
He could feel the cramped tightness of her vagina. It thrilled him
to know she not only couldn't stop him, but couldn't resist pleasure
during the rape.
He pounded madly, the heat rose within his balls. The pumping muscles
in his groin began to clutch to release the fluids. His penis felt the
flow in its entire length. He grunted with satisfaction at planting
his seed in the red furred slut.
He rolled from the woman, and slid off the bed.
He was pissed. The programming hadn't held well. She'd felt quite a
bit of the contact from him. This was not good, no, not good at all.
He tried to remember the name of the tech who did the work. There
would be punishment coming for the failure, however small it was.
Dressed again, he left the room.
====
The woman on the other gurney had been named Miki.
They sat in the hall they first met in. Three of the guards and the
original escort for Bob's gurney were sitting together, imagining a
continuous came of poker in the corner. No cards were in evidence, yet
they kept dealing out the imaginary deck, sometimes from the bottom.
He filled her in on his capture and discoveries regarding the
weakness of the shields. She was delighted to hear this news. But
seemed unable to take advantage of it the same way he was.
If she was to get out, she had to go with him. His probes kept
running into walls or screens like the net screen he'd taken off his
head. He tried probing around them to no avail. He kept getting raging
pains in his head.
They remained dependent on things he could learn from the captives.
====
Bambi and Randi woke together. Bob wasn't there.
By the time Betty woke, they'd found the note. Betty was compelled to
make breakfast. She'd come to serve everyone in the house.
After breakfast, Bambi had Betty eat her. She sat back while the long
haired woman sucked and licked her cunt.
"Mind if I use her next?" asked Randi.
"Ah, ah, sure, ah, thing, ah," muttered Bambi. Betty glowed inwardly
knowing she was loved.
There would be no problem waiting for Bob to return.
****
So, maybe now the plot's advanced a bit, I can all screw around a bit
again. Okay, how does that sex stuff work? Oh, yeah. I almost forgot.
-Blackie
With his penis in turgid erection,
And aimed at woman's mid-section,
Man looks most uncouth,
In that Moment of Truth,
But she sheathes it with loving affection.
-circa 1965
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