("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2012. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Paul - 3 by NSJ (nsj153@gmail.com) *** Paul is primarily a mind control story. A young man (17) awakens after months of being on life support to find he has the unique ability to give people commands they must obey. He soon comes to find his ability is not as unique as he hoped and that he is being hunted by two organizations who wish either to recruit him or kill him. (mf-teens, nc, rp, mc) *** Author Note: Paul, is an adult story with adult content. It is more a story about a young man with mind control containing occasional bouts of graphic sex than a piece written with the express intention of getting the reader off. As in all works of fiction any resemblance to real people or places is simply that, a resemblance. Feel free to email me with questions, comments or suggestions nsj153 [at] gmail.com *** Chapter 3 – The other side of the coin The heavy motorcycle almost fell over by the time Luke found the kickstand. He wasn't used to the motorcycle yet, and riding for so long still made him sore, but so far traveling with the biker gang had proved to be safer than hiding in his hole ever had. All his years of fortification and planning and when they came for him he had barely escaped with his life. He had lived like a rat for over a year only using his magic to save his life on two occasions. Both times he had those he had used his magic on kill themselves. He wasn't sure how they had tracked him this last time and he wasn't taking any chances. The first time they came for him it was clear how they had tracked him. He had moved into the largest home in the area and was fucking anything and everything he wanted. Only blind stupid luck had saved him that day. After that he lived in shadows and planned everything down to the last detail. Still they came for him. He considered that it was perhaps his nightly ventures into the clubs and bars. Someone was keeping track of the women he banged or the number. His last place was different. He moved into a house with Jane the doctor in the hopes of finding some sort of cure. The woman had legs that went on forever and tits like a sixteen year old cheerleader. He had slept with her and no one else. Still they came after him. For the last three months he had traveled with this biker gang using his magic sparingly. He considered that perhaps it was his magic that had drawn them. Like flies to a corpse they could smell it somehow. As he entered the bar he felt strange. He stopped just inside and swept the room looking for anyone that was paying any attention just to him. Nothing. An hour later the feeling came over him again and though he had his eye on the waitress he pulled gently at his right earlobe. Tiny saw the motion from where he sat at the next table. He started rounded the men up. They were on their bikes in a matter of minutes. Luke let them ride for about an hour until the curse began to manifest itself again. He rode in the middle of the pack so he had to put his blinker on for a short time before Little John and Smiley who led the gang signaled for the gang to pull over. The Doc and Joan both arrived just after he finally got his bike settled. The Doc's legs were as long as ever. She looked at him with fear in her eyes. She knew about his magic though they both knew it had some sort of biological cause. He was just used to thinking of it as his magic. Jane knew about the curse that came over him as well. She had tried to help him sight it. She had even tied him to the I-beam in the basement in the hopes that he could quit cold turkey. That had... not worked. He had really hurt her when he used her that time. Joan was a biker chick to the core. She had at least twenty tattoos and just about everything pierced that she could. There were four other women who rode with the gang, old ladies they were called. Joan was the only one worth looking at or taking to bed. She knew things and it only felt right to give the Doc a break. He didn't want to keep messing with the Doc's head. She was to valuable and he didn't know if using his magic on her would damage her over time. It was one of the things they were testing with Joan. Joan spread the blanket out on the side of the road as the gang huddled up. They would talk and smoke as they waited for him to fuck himself out. The doc placed the memory cards out on the blanket face up before flipping the all over one by one. Joan paired them all off without a mistake, just like she did every time. He had commanded that she do the doctors tests to the best of her abilities and it was if his magic order made her smarter. Joan didn't talk as she untied her boots and removed her leather pants. He didn't like it when she talked. She was stupid and annoying but she had a quick and cruel wit. Sometimes he let her pick on Jane though the doctor had little in the way of verbal weaponry. She wasn't wearing any underwear as she shook her ass towards him as she slid the pants down. She was on her hands an knees in moments. She swayed her hips gently as she looked back at him over her shoulder. "If I said I wasn't wet yet, would you send the Doc in to lube me up." Luke looked over at Jane. She was as white as a sheet though he could see her nipples pressing excitedly at her hard rock shirt. Though she wasn't a lesbian by natural he had instilled in her an aggressive desire for women he desired. He only learned latter that as a side effect of his hasty commands she felt disgusted and shameful of her lust. That more than anything turned him on. While Joan was willing to get off on anything that could get her off she had not love for the Doc. This request, like all the others, was so that she could use the woman for her own pleasure. Joan had the added benefit of humiliating the Doc in the process. Joan never reciprocated either, unless directly ordered to, which meant that more often than not the Doc had to give orgasms without being on the receiving end. Luke smiled at Joan and she giggled wickedly as she rolled over onto her back. She had two fingers inside herself before he tore his eyes away long enough to nod at the Doc. She was shaking her head no, but she didn't seem to notice she had a hand on her own breast rubbing the nipple, or that she was staring at Joan's sex. "Please don't make me." Jane said. She still hadn't removed her eyes from Joan's energetic fingers. Luke felt something in him give way. He was quickly coming up on the point where he would lose control and revert to a primal state. He knew from experience he would black out, or perhaps red-out was a better way of saying it. Everything was lust and violence. There was nothing but pain and pleasure, no worry or fear. Unfortunately it was also impossible to think logically. "Do it." Luke said to the Doc. He didn't use his magic, he didn't have too, she wanted to do it she just needed the excuse. "Oh God!" Joan screamed as Jane's tongue entered her pussy. She had the Doc's head in both hands as she worked the woman's face against her sex. She bucked and groaned as the Doc used all the ticks she had learned in the last few weeks to get Joan off. Luke was working the belt buckle at his waist as he watched. The Doc was wearing those faded blue jeans he had purchased for her from the good will when they were on the run. For some reason he relieved that memory. He saw it from a slightly different perspective. She had stayed with him. She tried to help even within the bounds he placed on her. He stepped out of his pants as he watched the Doc's ass move. She had her face buried in Joan's mound. Her knees were spread slightly but her ass was still high and ready for him. "Get undressed." He said. It wasn't more than a whisper but he said it with his magic. Both girls stopped and started stripping their remaining clothes. He was somewhat aware of the fact that a few of the closer men were disrobing as well. They did not matter though, only the women did. He stepped onto the blanket and Joan, who was already half naked at his command was the first to reach his hard member. She normally teased, teased to an extent that he would have to force his prick between her lips, but tonight she engulfed him. The feeling was electric and she felt her respond to his pleasure, the Doc who was in the process of kicking off her pants twitched too. It happened sometimes that they could feel his excitement, that they would cum when he did. As good as Joan was with her mouth she was a slut. She was energetic and aggressive but she did not care about him. When she looked up at him there was lust in her eyes but nothing else. When the Doc was naked he took a grip of Joan's hair and pulled her off. "Get her off." He commanded to Joan. He used the magic on her and though there was a flash of disappointment or annoyance she was quickly stretched out beneath the Doc. Jane had a clumsy mouth. She had far to many teeth and not much of a tongue. She tried too hard to duplicate things she had seen Joan do but above all else she had no sense of timing. The thing she did have, the thing that really got him off, was how she looked up at him as she did her best. There was something in her eyes, something that didn't come from his magic. She did want to please him, truly wanted to. He saw the same look in her eyes when she made him breakfast or when they talked over coffee. Often he tried to deal with his curse before it overpowered him. Tonight he wouldn't get to enjoy the look. He had other needs to satisfy. He started to use her mouth more violently. She gagged a bit and he smiled at the sight of the snot bubble that formed beneath her left nostril. Somehow the fact that she was having trouble breathing only turned him on more. He wasn't completely disconnected yet so he knew he was being violent with the wrong woman. He actually cared for Jane, but Joan was just some slut he had come across. He pulled his dick out of the Doc's mouth and maneuvered quickly between Joan's open legs. Jane was still kneeling over the slut's face but now she was facing away from him. He aligned himself so that he could enter Joan with one strong thrust. She groaned when he did so. He leaned forward and slapped Jane's ass hard. She took the hint and awkwardly turned around. Joan rocked beneath him gripping with her amazing pussy and her strong legs. Her hands reached upward and blindly groped at Jane's chest. Luke loved the way the Doc watched him as she jerked and moaned on top of Joan. Luke lifted Joan's leg so that her calf rested on his shoulder. He pulled out of her tight pussy and angled down at her ass. It took him a few thrusts to find her but then he was forcing his way in. She bucked up as he forced his way into her ass. He reached up wand took one of her tits in each hand as he gripped them tightly. He started setting up a rhythm that soon had him bottoming out inside her. She jerked and tried to pull away but his magically commands still held. She could cry and moan and whine but she could not physically push him away or stop him from getting off. He knew he was hurting her, and somehow that helped to get him off more than the sex did. It scared him when he took the time to think about it. He reached up and tangled his hand in the Doc's hair as he pulled her forward to kiss her. When he came he grunted and groaned as he pumped his dick into Joan's ass. He didn't even consider what he was doing when he pulled out of Joan and pulled Jane's head down into his lap. He forced his dick into the Doc's mouth without even considering where it had been or that it might be covered in shit as well as cum. In truth he didn't really care. He jerked a few times into her mouth before he fell onto his right side. Jane was moaning around his cock even as it softened in her mouth. He lay on his back with his head turned so that he could watch Jane gyrating on Joan's face. The Doc kept his dick her mouth as she came. Eventually Jane rolled of Joan. Luke got to see Joan's face as she reached up to wipe the tears from her eyes. That made him smile. She took his smile differently and returned it unsteadily. "Thank you." She said as she stretched over to kiss him. He pulled away but gave a meaningful glance down between his legs. She tried to keep the anger from her face but failed. She complied though. He watched her as she crawled down between his legs. She began to lick around his cock. When she worked her tongue between his leg and his sack he reached down to grip her head. She knew enough to continue to work her tongue there. He reached over to grab Jane's arm as he pulled gently. She had to twist around so that she was resting her head on his chest. He pulled his heels up near his ass to that his knees were in the air. He pushed Joan's head down until her tongue found his ass hole. Whenever it was over he was always exhausted. It was more than the physical exertion of sex though. He was watching Jane's face as she watching him. Her eyes drifted past him and she giggled as she pulled a hand up to cover her mouth. He followed her eyes to find that three of the men standing protectively around them were naked. "You can get dressed." He called out to the men. He readjusted so that he tipped his pelvis up giving Joan better access to his ass. Suddenly the world was full of light as a car drove past. He considered staying longer. They never took main roads and it was closing in on four in the morning. Still if the driver called the cops it would mean he would have to use his magic again. He leaned down to kiss Jane on the forehead and was rewarded by seeing that look in her eyes as she craned her neck up to kiss him back. He whispered into her hair telling her she should get dressed. He told the men to get ready to go as well but he let Joan work her tongue n his ass for a few minutes more before he lifted his feet and planted them on her shoulders and shoved her away. "You feel like swallowing my piss again?" He asked with a smile. She said nothing from where she laid on the grass just off the blanket. "You were good." He said to her and she smiled. "You need to be better though. Maybe I'll let the boys run a train on you when he get to the next camp." He watched the horror slide over her face. She started pleading with him but she did not move. Sometimes he liked to put her in her place, to remind her that she was nothing but a whore. A few months ago he would have felt bad about what he was doing now. A year ago he would have been horrified. Now though... It was hard to find any reality when you had magic enough to change the world. That first year he had fucked every sorority girl at the state college near his parent's summer place. Then he walked onto a lot and drove off with a ninety thousand dollar vehicle. He drove to the east coast where he walking into one of the preppy high schools and literally had students fucking each other in sex ed class. The ironic thing was that if these men-in-black as he thought of them. If they would have waited only a few more days he would have killed himself. What was the point after all. Money was meaningless. There was no point in working when he could literally find the words best and have them do whatever he needed. There was no hope of love. Not after he saw how the women reacted when he told them to fall in love with him. With no external drive to live he found he had to look within. But the sad truth was he didn't have much imagination, or good will. For a while he walked through the bad parts of the towns he'd visit and make Christians out of gang-bangers. He could bring god in the blink of an eye. He got shot at once though and that was enough. His magic was no good to him unless he could be face to face with people. If he was killed for being white before he could order them to get rid of their guns then he would still be dead. When they came for him, he was planning a big going away party. He was going to walk into a broadcast station and order people to have an orgy before ordering them to cut off their own fingers or kill each other on live TV. That would show the world what he was before he killed himself. It never happened though. Instead he found he rather enjoyed living, even if it was the same boring thing over and over. At least he had seen the grand canyon now and Mount Rushmore. Sex was rapidly losing its appeal as well. He had tried to spice it up. He watched a woman fuck her dog and blow her son. He even tried banging a twelve year old to see if maybe that taboo would spark anything inside of him. It didn't. He stopped the man midway through the blow job when he decided he was perfectly straight. There was nothing that felt real to him at all. Nothing but the pain and humiliation on the women faces he controlled. Sure he could order them to feel that way but when he saw those looks without giving the order. That made him feel something. It was one of the main reasons he was still nice to Doc. The fear and humiliation, the shame, they were all relatively easy to produce. Hell everything was relatively easy to produce. The look the Doc gave him sometimes though was not. That look that said she might actually care for him. He didn't want to fuck that up so when he felt the urge to be mean or cruel, an urge that grew greater everyday it seemed, he put it off until he had one of the other sluts insight. They mounted up again and this time the van that followed them took the lead. Two of the women always rode with the supplies. They were headed off to find a grocery store and restock. The rest of them would be headed to the state land just a short ride down the road. When they finally stopped for the night Luke unrolled his sleeping mat and laid down as the rest of the group went about setting up camp. They had a tent for him and an air mattress too but it all took time to get ready. As he waited he read. To do so he had to wear the goofy-looking yet extremely functional head lamp. Unfortunately the bright light of the lamp on the book which he wasn't holding too far from his face left him night blinded when the stranger asked him the question. "Do you want to live?" The man asked again. There was something in the voice that made the hairs stand up on his arms. "Sleep!" Luke screamed as he rolled to his side. He hoped if the man was pointing a gun at him that he would miss. Instead he head no shot or body crumbling to the ground. "You are weak." The man said talking a few steps closer. Only as he was approaching was Luke away of the silence in the camp. How long had it been this quiet, twenty minutes? Thirty? He could just picture the man moving from person to person telling them to leave or sleep with his magic. Luke knew in his bones that the man approaching him had the same magic. Somehow he knew and he put him on edge. "Let me show you how weak you are." Suddenly Luke was sitting at a table in a dinner. There was an older man sitting across from him. He looked down to see he was holding a cup of coffee. He glanced around the room and out the window. There was an old man sitting at the bar sipping at coffee and eating pie. An old waitress was standing behind the bar reading some paperback she had folded over. A young couple sat in a booth on the other side of the restaurant. He saw gas pumps outside and a few cars. He didn't see any big rigs but the fact that the price of diesel was displayed twice as big as regular told him there would be behind the building. There was a faint floral sent that came to him. When he tried to concentrate on it there was suddenly the briefest outlines of a woman's face in the glass. Then it was gone. He was at a truck stop, but how did he get here? Suddenly the memories came back. He very slowly turned to look at the man sitting across from him. "I used the gift on you. You didn't even know how to defend yourself." The man said. "You have magic too?" Luke asked. Somehow he knew and yet hearing the man admit to it so casually shocked him. "Magic?" The man asked with a small smile. "I suppose that is as good as way to describe it. Some call it the gift, or the curse depending on how long you've lived with it. Others call it the power, or the will. That's will with a capitol W. as in the will of god, or perhaps the devil, they think it is divine though." "Sleep." Luke said again. This time he put everything he had into it. The man sitting across from him sighed as he very slowly leaned forward. His hand was lighting quick when he reached across the table to slap Luke's face. "Try it again and I will have you chew your own tongue off." The old man said calmly. "What do you want?" Luke asked as he rubbed his face. Clearly his magic didn't work against the man yet the man's worked against him. "I want to give you a choice." The man held up a hand to stop the conversation as the waitress approached. "Hot from the oven just like you asked." She said as she slid two pieces of pie onto their table. "Which for you?" The stranger asked. "I'm partial to apple myself but if you'd prefer it I'll take the cherry." "Cherry's fine." Luke said. He ate his too hot pie in silence. Even with the pie directly in front of him he smelled the flowers. Just as he was about to twist around to look at the table behind him he realized the man was fucking with him. There would be no flowers. Hell the smell would probably get stronger as they talked then the man would reveal he had ordered him to smell flowers. When the man was done eating he smiled and pushed his plate away. "One of the benefits of these little recruiting trips." The stranger said. "But you're not hear to talk about pie. You're here to hear an offer. It is simple, unfair, and rigged with conditions. In fact it's not really a choice at all, not if you want to continue living. You have a decidedly suicidal vibe about you. And that's not me hippy-ing it up, it comes with the use of this magic as you call it. Eventually you start to recognize vibes about people." "So here's your choice. Join the order and learn to use your power safely and within the bounds of society. Follow our rules and laws and remain confined within the walls of whatever facility you are assigned until such a time as you are allowed to leave, if you're ever allowed to leave. If you're thinking this sounds like prison in many way it is. The other choice is death. A simple clean death. You get on your bike out there and hit the construction barriers three miles down the road. You won't survive." "I choose to live." Luke said seriously. "Good. Drive your bike to the rest area at mile marker forty-eight and wait for me there." The stranger said with a smile. "Or you can run, in which case we will hunt you down again." "I'll meet you there." Luke said as he stood. "You know if they have a pisser here?" He asked. The stranger was retrieving a phone from his pocket but paused to point at the giant restroom sign. Why had he asked? Luke wondered as he headed toward the pisser. He saw the sign himself. "No sir. He opted to die. Said he wanted a way out just didn't have the strength to do it himself. He actually thanked me. Yes sir as you say." Tony closed the phone and slid it back into his pocket. He couldn't see the girl that sat across from him any more than Luke could, and while he caught the scent of her perfume as well his mind was well accustomed to ignoring things. The girl slid out of the booth and met Luke just outside the restroom. Luke paused in the hallway and dried his hands on his pants a bit longer than was necessary but he did not even think about it. When he got on the bike he suddenly had the urge to drive fast. He could beat the stranger to the rest area and search the place before the man arrived if he was fast enough. On the highway his bike ate the pavement. He wiped around cars and darted through gaps between lanes. When he saw the stone barrier they put up in the left hand lane forcing a merge he saw that they forgot to put the water barrels near the end. It wouldn't be so bad side swiping the wall but hitting the first piece with no barrels that would hurt. Just as he was about to collide he glanced down at the speedometer, it read 119 miles per hour. His last thought was that he had to speed up. The girl with the flower perfume had told him no less than one-twenty- five. *** Next time; Three months have gone by and Paul has been careful enough to remain un-captured, but does he know the true danger? And is he taking every precaution he can or has he already made a fatal mistake? Susan has a new friend. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider seeking professional help. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 73