LeAnne and I met the next morning for what was to be our last official breakfast
together.  I admit I was having a tough time keeping my fondness for her from
interfering in what I knew was best.  In LeAnne's case, the best was for her to
go out and discover what she wanted for herself instead of depending on me to
guide her any longer.

She, of course, had other ideas, insisting that she immediately start the
physical conditioning my mother had undergone.  And I strongly considered
extending our time together by putting her through the conditioning myself.  The
problem was, she really was starting to depend on me more than she should, and I
guess that scared me a bit. Mostly because I was starting to enjoy having control
over her like that.

I was so occupied by this conflict inside me, I didn't even consider what her
true motives were when she excused herself to go to the restroom.  After spending
ten minutes sitting at the table by myself, I suddenly realized she had gone
after one of the seven men I had noticed her picking out when we had arrived.

I hurried to the restrooms, then followed the muffled moans to the employees only
door.  I took a deep breath and walked into the back room.  LeAnne was on her
hands and knees as one guy fucked her ass, another sucked her out, and a third
was fucking her mouth like a maniac.

LeAnne suddenly found her three partners leaving her there without finishing
their job.  But just as she started to say something to them, she noticed me
standing by the door with a dark look on my face.

"Why did you stop them?!" she cried.

"Because you're endangering your own life by doing it that way," I said.  "Now,
come on.  Get dressed so we can go back to school."

"NO!" she said, suddenly stubborn.  "You said you don't want me to depend on you
for sex, but the first time I fuck someone you didn't pick out yourself, you stop
me!  Bring them back, or so help me I'll..."

"Let me tell you something you obviously haven't thought of," I said feeling a
little angry at her demand.  "Everyone I had you fuck, suck, or lick was first
tested THREE times for every testable disease.  I even had that guy you sucked in
that bathroom checked out, along with the shoe salesman you fucked in the parking
lot of the mall.  And right now, those three are having their blood, urine,
saliva, and semen taken by the nurse I've had here every morning just in case we
needed her.

"I didn't tell you about this shit because I didn't want to discourage you with
it while you were going through your training.  But now it looks like you need
some discouraging.  You just can't fuck every person who responds to your
questioning look.  Now, get your fucking clothes on and let's get out of here!"

LeAnne was pretty quiet while I drove us back towards school.  And then she
didn't even say a word when I passed right by the school and headed to the
highway.  I was feeling kind of bad for speaking to her like that, and despite
everything I had told her, and myself, my desire to have one last roll in the hay
with her was starting to get to me.

We were on the road for nearly an hour before she sighed and gave up on winning
the silence contest.

"Tim?  I'm sorry," she said softly.  "I thought you would have wanted me taking
the first opportunity to find someone on my own to fuck like a slut.  I haven't
thought about the dangers involved since we started all this."

"Yeah, I know.  I'm sorry too.  I guess I sorta wanted you to screw up this way
so it would be easier to let you go.  You didn't do anything I didn't expect you
to do, just a little sooner than I had thought."

A few minutes of silence went by before she said, "Do you.. love me?"

My eyes got a little watery as I stared straight ahead at the road wishing she
hadn't asked me that.  I had to blink a few times when I realized we were
approaching the exit we needed to take.

"Yeah," was all I could say as we slowed down at the intersection at the end of
the exit ramp.  The country road we got on had freshly tilled fields as the
farmers prepared the land for the spring planting.  But the farther we were from
the highway, the wilder the land became until we were driving between tall
leafless trees.


Fifteen or so minutes after we had passed the last signs of civilization, LeAnne
cleared her throat and said, "The day before yesterday, I would have given
anything to hear you admit that, but now I'm... indifferent about it.  I know you
did something to make me this way, and I somewhat suspect how.  But what I don't
understand at all is, why?"

I put the blinker on and turned onto a barely visible dirt road leading into the
dense trees.  LeAnne's attention was temporarily diverted to the place I was
taking her, allowing me a few moments to reflect on what to tell her.  But since
I hadn't given much thought about the condition of the road through the trees, I
found myself gritting my teeth as the overgrown branches began scraping against
the shiny red paint of my car.

Once we had gotten passed the outer edge of the woods, I was relieved to find the
interior to be fairly clear of low branches.  However, the road hadn't been used
for over ten years, and we didn't get very far before the way was blocked by a
fallen tree.

"Where are we going, anyway?" LeAnne finally asked as I shut the engine off.

I looked at her, then found myself feeling rather romantic as a peaceful silence
settled in my ears.  There was nothing moving except the changing patterns of
light on floor of the woods, and since there was nothing to hear but a small
breeze moving outside the car, her soft breathing was clearly audible before I
gave her a kiss on the lips.

Her response was that of a well-trained slut, and not the loving embrace I had
expected.  I also noticed the scent of the cock that had been fucking her mouth,
and that finished spoiling my romantic mood.

I broke the tongue-fucking kiss and sat back in my seat, then had to stop
LeAnne's hand as it reached for my crotch.

"The reason I put a damper on your feelings for me was so we wouldn't wind up
with our hearts broken when it came time for you to leave.  But... Damn it..."

I took a moment to get a hold of myself, then said, "This road leads to the house
my mother grew up in.  After my grandmother died and my grandfather left to live
on an island in the Pacific, my mom built and stored the equipment here that
you're going to need.  This is the first time I've been here since I was really
little and I don't really remember anything about the place.  But my mom checked
on it about five years ago and everything was still intact back then. We're here
to get the stuff you need....  But I was considering...  No.. never mind." I said
opening the car door.

"What?" she said, grabbing my arm and preventing me from getting out.

LeAnne had the softness in her eyes that I hadn't seen since before I had masked
her feelings towards me.  I hadn't considered spending enough time with her for
her to form new ones, and hadn't made any allowances for that.  I could sense the
quick patch I had used on her feelings was about to come undone.  So I smiled at
her and kissed the hand she had grabbed me with, then told her "I wanted to make
love to you one last time."

I was out of the car in a flash when the last stitch broke and she felt her true
feelings rush forth.  I ran up the road a little, giving me enough time to check
on the test results for the three guys she had seduced, finding nothing that a
dose of penicillin wouldn't cure.

I sensed her trying to sneak up on me, so I said, "The house should be just over
that hill.  My mom said there's a pretty good chance the roof has fallen in by
now, but the equipment should still be safe and dry locked up in the food pantry
in the cellar."

"I'm sure it is," she said in my right ear before giving me a peck on the cheek.

When she didn't move away after she finished her kiss, I turned my head to meet
her lips like she expected.  This time I felt those intimate and loving touches
that had been missing from that earlier kiss in the car.  I don't know who melted
in whose arms first, but once we were fully entwined, we slowly sank down to the
leaf covered ground and shared in our need for each other's touch.


Our exchange of passion began tapering off when there wasn't anything left to do
without undoing or removing someone's clothing.  We made an unspoken agreement to
first retrieve the equipment before taking each other's naked bodies in our arms.

We held hands as we walked up the small rise that hid the house from our sight. I
suddenly recognized a rock my mother had told me about, and while I was kneeling
down examining the oddity, I felt LeAnne looking at me intensely.  She was seeing
a part of me she had never noticed before.  Something which can't be seen with
your eyes, just with your heart.

I put my arm around her when she kneeled down beside me to see what I was looking
at.  The weathered rock strongly resembled a four leaf clover, and had been the
object of several stories my mom had told me about my grandparents.  I faintly
remember having seen one of those rocks when I was really little, but hadn't
recalled anything about it until I was looking at the small green crystals which
gave the rock its slightly greenish color.

"My grandmother used to tell my mom that our family would never have bad luck
because even the stones on our land were good luck.  There's two more of these
somewhere around here.  My grandmother would never let my mom or my grandfather
dig them up to bring closer to the house.  She was a pretty superstitious woman,
but in a good way, I guess."

"I take it you're thinking of taking it back with you though," LeAnne correctly
analyzed.  "The green crystals must be tiny emeralds.  I don't think this stone
could have formed naturally, but it still might be worth something."

"Well, I wasn't going to try and sell it anyway.  And I'm not going to take it.
It would almost feel like robbing my grandmother's grave or something.  But I
might just come back in a couple of days to take a picture of it."

We stood back up and went back to the road.  LeAnne stated it was a wonder I had
seen it in the first place, and as I looked back towards where I thought we had
just come from, I was surprised to see what she meant.

I spent a good ten minutes looking for it without any success.  I finally
shrugged my shoulders and joined her back on the road, saying, "Well, I guess it
_was_ just luck when I saw it."

"Maybe your grandmother knew something we don't." LeAnne said with an amused
smile.  "Do you think your mother knows where.."

We both were startled when we heard a door slamming and someone's voice coming
from over the hill.  LeAnne and I exchanged looks of anxiety, then took off
towards the crest of the hill.

"Holy shit," I whispered when the house came into view.  Not only was the roof
still up, but one side of the house had been added on to, giving the ground floor
nearly a third more floor space.

We heard someone on the other side of the house calling for someone else, and
without a moment's hesitation I reached out to scan their mind.

"Yuch," I said, feeling as if I had just swallowed something nasty.

"What's wrong?" LeAnne said.

"She's fucking high on the shit they cook up in the house.  Shit, I'm getting
sick just from looking in her head."

"I thought you could read minds," LeAnne said, sounding very proud of herself.

"Yeah, I can read them.  And change them too.  But right now I wish I hadn't read
hers.  She's so out of it, she's calling for her cat."

"What's so strange about that?"

"As far as I can tell, she was twelve years old when it disappeared, and that was
about twenty years ago.  Shit.  She just took another hit.  I'm definitely going
to be sick."

I stopped my probing and we waited a little while until LeAnne announced I wasn't
looking green any longer.  Then I did a quick feel for the woman, and came across
her husband working inside the house.

"Hey, LeAnne.  You remember the guy who built the concession shack for the
football field stadium last year?"

"I think so, yes.  Mr. Peterson asked the student counsel if we could help pay
for it, and since I was the treasurer, I wanted to know exactly what we were
spending the money on.  I spent two days after school getting that guy
straightened out about the design.  I have to admit he built it faster than I
thought was possible, but he couldn't design anything worth a darn."


"Well, it looks like he did okay adding on to the house.  And I think if you
hadn't gone over the plans he had made up, the concession stand would have had
customers during the day too."

"I see.  What do you want to do?  I suggest we go back to your car and find a
phone to call the police."

"Not yet.  We're here for a reason, remember?  Actually, we're here for a couple
of reasons.  And I want to see what they've done to the place before the police
go through it and rip everything out.  I've already taken care of our carpenter
friend, and if I have to, I can send the woman into dreamland too.  I don't feel
anyone else around us for miles."

So we started our way down the steep incline, keeping our eyes and ears open for
signs of the woman.  It wasn't until we were nearing the house that I felt the
presence of several others coming up from the cellar.

"Shit," I said quietly as I pulled LeAnne over to the wall of the house.  Three
women and two men walked right by the window next to us, talking very loudly and
somewhat incoherently.

"What's the matter?" LeAnne whispered. "And where did they come from?"

"They all just got finished sampling their latest batch in the cellar.  I don't
understand why I didn't feel them down there.  Maybe we should go get the police
after all.  I'm not feeling up to making contact with all five of their minds.
I'm feeling a bit light headed right now from the little bit I just did."

Just as we were about to try and leave, three more men came up out of the cellar
and stood by the window talking excitedly.  For some reason the cellar had
shielded their presence from my scans, and I wondered how my mother hadn't
remembered anything about that unique feature of her childhood home.

We heard the door slam again as the first group left the house.  We couldn't go
back the way we came without the men at the window seeing us, and the voices from
around the corner were getting louder.  I was forming a blanket sleep command
while praying it wouldn't cause me to toss the french toast sticks I had eaten
for breakfast.

But then LeAnne tugged my arm to follow her, and led us away from the loud group
who had apparently just come out for some fresh air.  LeAnne jumped when she
turned the corner, but then after standing very still a moment, she motioned for
me to follow her again.

I was surprised to find the cat calling woman sitting on her head with her butt
in the air, smiling at us from between her legs no more than ten feet away.  Her
eyes were dilated, and she seemed unaware of our presence even though she was
looking straight at us.  Her eyes didn't even follow us as we carefully crept
past her, and if I hadn't been able to see her breathing, I would have thought
she was dead.

Just as we got past the woman's empty gaze, I had a flashback of one of my
mother's descriptions of the house.

"LeAnne," I thought to her, "You see the tall weeds behind her?  There's a small
wood door behind them that leads down to the cellar.  If we can get it open, we
can find out if they messed with the equipment or not.  I'm pretty sure I know
where the pantry is in relation to where that..."

"Colleen!!" someone cried from the front of the house.  "Colleen!! Something's
wrong with Richard!"

LeAnne and I looked at each other before scrambling over to the hidden wooden
door.  To our dismay, it was padlocked and apparently nailed shut, but when I
leaned against it to adjust my position, my hand went right through the rotten
wood.  We heard someone coming, so without any further hesitation, I knocked the
rest of it out, then watched as LeAnne disappeared down the dark hole.

"Colleen, snap out of it girl!" a woman's voice said practically next to me. She
had startled me so much I instantly jumped through the hole, somehow managing to
slip through it without touching the sides or making a sound.  Or at least not
until I knocked LeAnne back on her ass when I hit the dirt floor.

We kept very still, straining our ears to catch any signs of pursuit.  But after
several minutes of only hearing our hearts pounding, LeAnne sighed and whispered,
"In case you haven't noticed, there's nothing to stand on to get back out that
way."

"We'll think of something," I said taking my surroundings in a little more.

I quickly realized I had no idea where the food pantry was.  Where I had expected
an open space to be, there was a wall.  The pantry should have been just on the
other side of that open space.

"This wall is new," I said thinking out loud.  "The pantry should be on the other
side of it.  Come on.  Looks like there's a way through over here."

The passage we entered was shrouded in complete darkness, so we were feeling our
way around blindly when I ran into a hollow wooden wall.

"Shit," I softly exclaimed.  "I got a splinter.. on my fuckin' nose."

"Stop worrying about your nose.  No one will notice another red spot with all
those zits," LeAnne teased.  "Come over here.  I can see some light ahead."

I felt my way around the offending wooden wall, and saw a trace of light around
another corner.  As we made our way closer to the source of the light, the
strange odor we had been getting traces of ever since we entered the cellar was
getting stronger.

LeAnne made a "pssst" sound, drawing my attention to the stairs beside us on our
left.  But she also drew my attention to the strange silence we had been walking
around in.  Ever since we had entered the cellar, we hadn't heard a single sound
from the house above.  And there was this steady hum which had a whispery sound
to it, just loud enough to hide our own movements from us, yet wasn't loud enough
to hide anything else.

The dim light came from a door slightly ajar and was just barely detectable by
our eyes.  We approached it very carefully, finding the background noises came
from behind the door.

The sound and light got stronger as LeAnne pushed the heavy but well hung door,
relieving the strain on my eyes when I could see more than just vague shapes.

"Look at this," LeAnne said, entering the room.

I followed her inside, finding the source of our light coming from the five huge
coffee machines' glowing switches.  Or at least they first appeared to be coffee
machines, but once I took a closer look at them, they were far more complicated,
and no coffee machine ever made swooshing noises like what was coming from them.

"Man it stinks in here," I said before climbing up on a chair and lifting the lid
on one.  As the seal on the top released with a "ssssop",  I was hit in the face
by a cloud of odorous steam.  I totally forgot all about looking inside as a
wonderful warm sensation started spreading through my body.

"Tim? What's wrong?"

"Nothin's wong," I said, finding myself becoming as light as a feather.
"Everythins fine.  See?" I sang as I gently pushed off the chair to float gently
down to the ground like a leaf off a tree.

More like a rock off a cliff.  I crashed into the hard floor, and it took several
minutes for me to unscramble my senses and spit out the dirt in my mouth.  The
room was still spinning around me when suddenly light flooded in through the half
open door.

I couldn't understand what LeAnne was trying to silently say, but had enough
sense to stay quiet while she started pulling me by my limp arms.  I tried to
help by attempting to get up on my feet, but I didn't get half way up before I
kissed the dirt floor again.

I heard men's voices, and LeAnne was frantically trying to get me to move.  I
struggled to my hands and knees and managed to half crawl as she half dragged me
to the corner under the table next to the door.

LeAnne was one sharp cookie, that's for sure.  No sooner than I crawled under the
table next to her, the door was flung open the rest of the way, blocking our
hiding place from view.


"Shit, it smells in here!" a man said as he uncovered four full plastic milk
cartons.

"Come on," another man's voice said as he took two of them.  "By the time they
get back, the stuff will be ready and the room won't smell so bad.  They won't
even know we had cooked up some more and took the first batch with us."

"Yeah, yeah, I know.  I guess its lucky for us Richard knocked himself out like
that.  I don't know how we would have sneak this much out if everyone hadn't left
with them.  But I still don't get why he runs these things in this hole where
there isn't any fresh air.  You know how strong that stuff can get down here."

They shut the door, chatting about the smell some more as they went back
upstairs. The light coming from under the door finally shut off, and a moment
later we faintly heard the door at the top of the stairs slam shut.

Surprisingly, I felt pretty relaxed, and almost too comfortable to move.  But
LeAnne insisted, so I got out of her way, only to find the middle of the floor
was even more comfortable, especially when I laid flat on my back.

LeAnne immediately tried the door and found it apparently padlocked from the
outside.  I watched her with a sense of concerned amusement as she attempted to
force it open.

"Tim.." she said in a haggard voice. "Come over here and help me.."

I struggled to my feet and glided over to her, then insisted she let a man try.

After spending five minutes working on the door, I said, "You know what?"

"What?"

"I think they locked it," and fell to the floor in a giggle fit.

"Oh!" she said stomping her foot.  "Why did you have to open that thing!"

I suddenly got very still, captured by the sight of her standing there
illuminated by the green light.  She was thinking very hard about what she could
do to get us out, and her thoughts became like music to my mind.

She seemed to stand there forever, poising for me as her mind sang a lovely
lullaby.  I could see her eyes sparkle in the dim green light, and I felt so
happy just to be in the same room with her.

"LeAnne," my voice softly said.  "I think you're the most beautiful woman I've
ever seen.  God, I love you."

Her eyes moved their stare towards me, filling me with another warm feeling.  I
must have been smiling so hard my teeth were showing, and I sighed with happiness
as she smiled back at me a little.

A small cloud of steam being released from the machine I had opened caught her
attention a moment later, and once her smile faded, she said, "Oh my God.  I
think I'm starting to feel it too.  I have to get that lid back on right."

She climbed up on the chair, and easily pushed the lid safely back on all the
way.  But the chair gave out just as she was starting to get down, and her waving
arms knocked the machine off the table, crashing not more than a foot away from
my relaxed body.

"Oh NO!" she cried as the boiling hot liquid flowed out.

Even though I had been feeling really relaxed, the shock of the machine falling
next to me, combined by the scolding drops that had sprinkled my face and arms
made me get up as the steaming tidal wave was reflected by the wall and door.  I
hopped up on the table behind me just as it flooded the area I had been laying
in.

"Damn it, Damn it, Damn IT!" LeAnne cried loudly.  She had managed to upright the
machine before its entire contents had washed out, but at least four fifths had
spilled out.  And even though it was seeping out underneath the door fairly
quickly,  LeAnne knew she was in trouble since the room was filled by the hot
steam.

She came over to where I was sitting on the table to limply lean against me and
sigh. Her sigh sent a new wave a happiness through me, and her mouth had closed
long before the echo finally faded in my ears.

I felt so overjoyed feeling her side touching my leg.  There seemed nothing else
could be more fulfilling to me than to simply be in physical contact with her
like that.

I wanted to scream my love for her, but I was paralyzed by the fear of disrupting
the purely heavenly moment.  I was in awe of her presence, of her mind, and of
her..


The world stood still for me when I noticed she had turned around and was looking
at me.  I knew her every thought and felt her every emotion, and without her
needing to even hint at it, I moved over so she could join me on the table.

Her light colored skin seemed to brighten as she settled down next to me and laid
her head on my shoulder.  I could feel her life force wherever her body touched
mine, and I basked in its warmth like she was the sun in the sky.

Without realizing I was doing it, I had moved our positions so she had her back
against my chest.  And when I sensed she was slightly discomforted by the cramped
position her legs were in, I didn't hesitate to shove the two machines off beside
us to give her the room she needed.

There was a huge flash of light and a thunderous boom, then suddenly we found
ourselves floating among the clouds of heaven.  I knew it was heaven because
there was an angel with LeAnne's face flying towards me, her skin glowing
brightly with love.

I laid back on the soft cloud as she descended on top of me, filling my vision
with her beautiful face, and filling my heart with a searing love for her soul.

We closed our eyes before our lips and bodies pressed together in their kiss,
feeling our thoughts and minds merging like two drops of water in a glass just
big enough to hold the two of us.  Our life forces mixed as our still rising joy
flowed through the meaningless skin between us.  And after struggling seemingly
forever to merge our souls, we found ourselves having to be satisfied with just
merging our bodies instead.

Our limbs moved with a fluidity they had never achieved before as piece by piece
our clothing came off.  The need to make every square inch of our bodies touch
the other's filled our minds and beings, and that eventually became focused on
filling her cunt with my dick.

My right foot momentarily found some resistance pushing against it as my cock
slipped into its rightful place, but then it gave way moments before another
flash of light and a distant clap of thunder spread across the heavenly
cloudscape.

The clouds around us began surging with new moisture while our life energy flowed
back and forth with our humping motions.  Our joined minds wished to stay
together, and we were finding it hard to decide just which body to inhabit.  But
we came to the decision that we would live inside her body together forever, and
began focusing our energy towards that goal.

I felt an incredible pressure building in my dick, finding it filled with a
larger amount of blood than it had ever held before.  The arousal and lust
stirred up inside our still individual bodies began pulling our minds apart,
causing us to focus on our separate individual pleasure while the heavenly clouds
around us began to darken and change.

We soon were in the waters of a sea of lust, finding ourselves sinking deeper
into our needs for a climax.  We began trying to suck up the life energy we had
been sharing and exchanging, and soon we were struggling with all our might to
take it from the other.

I began sending her body surges of sexual pleasure to throw her off, but she
retaliated with her cunt sucking my blood engorged cock into her deeper and
burrowing her fingers into my willing ass.

The eyes of my grandmother and grandfather who had lived most of their lives in
that very house seemed to be peering down from above, watching and passing
judgment as I began my final attack on LeAnne's weakening resistance.  As our
white light shifted to a flickering yellow, I surged every ounce of strength I
had into flushing a powerful wave of pleasure into her body, and instantly blew
her defenses away, leaving her completely at my mercy.

But just as I was about to claim my prize, the eyes of my grandmother peered
through LeAnne's, killing my ambition and aggression, and resulted in my
unconditional surrender as we plunged deeper into the orange flames of hell.

The sight of LeAnne's face, the sounds of our carnal screams, and the semen
rushing through my loins faded into the darkness, leaving only the image of my
grandfather's eyes looking into my soul.   Those eyes, those intense and powerful
eyes, finally pulled my soul from my body and guided me through the blackness in
search of the light.


Through a window that suddenly appeared, my being left the darkness behind,
rising into the cloudless blue sky at an incredible speed.  The ground flashed
below me in a blur of browns and greens, then suddenly flashed to an ocean blue
before passing through the terminator line which separated night and day.

The night seemed to be draining the life from my being, colors fading away as I
felt it steal the warmth from my bodiless form.  Then the eyes seemed to lose
their grip and I found myself slowing and falling towards the black surface of
the water.  The eyes of my grandfather grew smaller and more distant until they
were just another star in the cloudless sky.

I felt my hope begin to slip away, but at the last minute I managed to grab onto
it as a small island formed off the horizon.  Within moments I was passing
through its trees, then came to a swooping stop at the center of a clearing, my
being gaining warmth as I floated just above the flames of a campfire.  My
attention became focused on the group of people from an assortment of different
races, and it took me a moment to realized they were all standing behind my
grandfather who wore an expression of surprise.

Before I could even process this information, my grandfather scooped me up in his
seemingly giant hand and tossed me into the cold waters of the sea.  Choking for
the lack of air, I desperately began swimming towards the surface, struggling
against the current that was constantly pulling me downwards.

Just as I was about to submit to the life stealing water, I felt myself break
through the surface, coughing and wheezing for air.

I found my lungs were not full of water, but of smoke.  Then I found LeAnne's
naked and unconscious body laying on top of me coughing in its sleep, and these
two things forced my barely functioning brain to focus on our surroundings.

The room was filled with smoke, and I slowly realized it was still lit by a
yellow flickering light.  My head pounded with pain as I struggled to get out
from under LeAnne, then nearly fell off the table afterwards when my muscles
didn't want to work right.

My hazy mind cleared a little as my heart pumped some leftover adrenaline through
my veins.  I formed three clear conclusions while I steadied my shaking body:

1) Sparks from a toppled machine had reached our clothes and started a fire. 2)
The fire had spread to the cover the men had used to hide their jugs under the
table across from us. 3) There was still a full machine on the table by the
opposite wall.

I knew I was in no shape to try using the last container to put out the small
fire, and threw the idea out completely realizing it would have sent us flying
through the clouds again.

I shook off the strong desire to escape into that heavenly dreamscape, then
noticed one of the machines had punched a partial hole in the wall.  If my head
hadn't been pounding with a near immobilizing headache, I wouldn't have tried
using the last machine to punch a way through the wall by the door.

Not only did the machine not even dent the wall, it didn't even get close enough
to the fire where I could fling some of the liquid onto the still fairly small
flames.  I felt the warm happiness grow inside my gut, and so I sank down next to
the door in defeat, coughing what I thought would be my last conscious breath
away.

I suddenly found myself crashing into the floor again, and it took me a few
moments to realize I had been hit by the door and hadn't just simply fallen over.

In a last ditch attempt to save us, I ordered the forty three year old woman's
mind to do whatever was necessary to save us and protect us from being discovered
as I slipped into a warm and happy state of unconsciousness.

I awoke with a splitting headache and a cough that didn't help my head feel any
better.  I was in a very soft bed which was far too short for my length, and
found LeAnne sitting next to me wearing a robe and a weary face.

When she cleared her throat to speak, she ended up triggering coughing fit before
she finally managing to gasp "You okay?"

I attempted to sit up, finding my head pounding from the motion.  I closed my
eyes and relaxed for a few moments, then opened them as LeAnne slipped under the
covers to join me.

Something about the way she relaxed next to me told me she had met with our host
and everything for the moment was taken cared of.  So I didn't concern myself
about anything except going back to sleep to escape my headache.

Somewhere in my slumber, I felt the touches of Joey's mind touching mine, and
woke up in time to feel the relief and strength of a share link form.  I quickly
filled Joey in on what had happened, then realized LeAnne wasn't in the bed with
me and got up to look for her.

Joey was apologizing for something as I rummaged around the room for something to
wear.  I had to query him on what he was 'talking' about, then realized I was
feeling like I had sipped a small amount of the drink.

Apparently Dawn had talked Joey into wanting to taking her other cherry, and Joey
had agreed.  Joey, John, and Dawn had just finished their glasses of drink when
Joey's conscience started giving him trouble.  The reason he had been looking for
me was to ask me if I thought it was okay for him to take her ass.

I had slipped my hardon into my smoky underpants which apparently had been the
only thing to survive the fire, and I struggled to give him an answer as I put on
a shirt someone had left for me.  But I forgot all about his question when I
heard LeAnne's familiar moan.

I rushed downstairs, following my lock on her presence into the old farmhouse
kitchen.  I thought I was ready to handle anything, but hadn't expected to find
LeAnne sitting on a chair with her legs spread wide while the light brown haired
woman busily ate her out with the aid of a wooden spoon.

My already hard dick jerked in its confinement, and I quickly sent Joey my
approval while I watched LeAnne buck her mound against the woman's face.

I knew LeAnne's sex drive would eventually slow down and reach a more normal
level, but even after having nearly died from smoke inhalation, not to mention
the overdose of the hallucinogenic drug we had been breathing lungfuls of,
LeAnne's newly found sexual needs had prompted her to investigate her suspicions
about the woman.

The view of the open land through the window behind them caused me a moment of
confusion before realizing the woman had taken us to her own home as per my
commands had forced her to do.

Peggy Hanson was the youngest of three daughters born and raised on that farm.
Their mother had died a few years after she had been born, and Peg's father had
lost hope of ever having the son he had wanted, but found his youngest daughter
very eager to do the things he wanted to do with a son.  Having a farm required a
lot of physical labor to keep it going, and without Peg's help her father would
have surely worked himself to an early grave.

As you might expect, Peg lived the life of a tomboy, and had made her father very
happy for a while.  But then her body betrayed her by growing into the woman she
never wanted to be.

It appeared to her that one night she had gone to bed thinking about how sexy a
close friend's body had become, and the next morning she awoke with softer skin
and a noticeable increase of mass in her breasts.  They kept growing until at the
late age of seventeen, she found herself the envy of every girl in her school by
having the sexiest body in the county.

Of course the fact she wouldn't wear a bra didn't help any, and while she did
lose her virginity a few weeks before her eighteenth birthday, she never really
wanted anything but to be one of the guys.

The night before her graduation, Isabelle Esther, one of the women who had taught
at her high school, invited her over to her farmhouse, and began seducing the
innocent Peg.  After spending nearly the entire summer having lemonade and
sandwiches three times a week, Peg finally admitted to herself she wanted Ms.
Esther's body, and then spent the following day and night experiencing the joys
of lesbian sex.


My thoughts returned to the scene in front of me when LeAnne gasped, "Yes, Peg!
YES!" while Peg fucked LeAnne's cunt with the long handled spoon.

It struck me that while LeAnne was far from the innocent girl Peg had been, Peg
was in fact living out her mentor's and lover's role in her first lesbian
experience.  Isabelle had been stirring the freshly made lemonade with a long
handled wooden spoon when Peg had walked up to her with the look Isabelle knew
all too well in her eyes.

With the spoon still in her hand, Isabelle reached out to the girl young enough
to be her daughter.  It was while they were locked in their struggle to feel each
other's body when Isabelle found a better use for her old wooden spatula.

I realized Peg had her jeans open and had been frigging herself through her white
panties before stopping to use both hands as she twisted the spoon with each
plunge.  LeAnne's cries of pleasure were starting to have an effect on me, and it
took me a moment to notice LeAnne was crying my name to join them.

But when Peg realized what LeAnne's voice was saying, she jerked backwards and
onto her feet, holding the wet spoon like a weapon.

The commands in her mind immediately forced her to drop the stance when she
realized it was me, finding herself unable to even think of hurting me.  But she
had long ago found she couldn't trust men to not try and take advantage of her
very feminine body, and quickly buttoned up her button fly jeans.

Peg and I both rushed to help LeAnne after her desperate attempts to pleasure
herself had resulted in her falling over backwards in her chair.  But LeAnne
continued to frig herself as if nothing had happened, taking the wooden spoon
from Peg and using it on herself.

My sore dick continued to try and hold its hardon, but finally gave up from the
intense strain it had been put through earlier.

After LeAnne calmed down, Peg loaned her a pair of her pants, then drug out a
pair of her father's old overalls for me.  She and LeAnne were very chatty about
the farm, and I wondered where LeAnne got the energy.  I was still a little tired
and sore even after getting a recharge from Joey's share link, and was pretty
quiet for most of the time.

Peg drove us back to my grandparent's old house taking the front entrance that
everyone had been using.  My mother had given me directions to the back way in,
figuring the old bridge at the front entrance would have been too weak to cross.
But the state had repaved the road leading up to it, and then for some reason
they also replaced the old wooden bridge with a modern one.  No one used the back
road anymore, mostly because no one had bothered to move that fallen tree.

Richard and Colleen were trying to salvage what they could when we arrived.
Thankfully Colleen hadn't had a chance to smoke another drug enhanced cigarette,
allowing me to make them both view us as close friends of the family.

I was rather hesitant about going back down into the cellar, and I avoided that
small room all together.  It was like an entirely different world walking around
the cellar alone with the lights on.  But coming back from checking out the way
we had come in the first time I almost walked right into the same wooden wall I
had before.

"Well I'll be.." I muttered to myself as I realized what that wooden wall was
for.

I opened the food pantry and found everything right were it was supposed to be.
Well, everything but the food pantry itself since they had moved it from the base
of the stairs when they built the room for their stills.

LeAnne and I carried the equipment back to my car in silence and we didn't say
much on the drive home.  We both felt strangely satisfied with how things had
turned out.  It was like all the magic and excitement we felt between us had been
used up in that brief time up in those clouds.  The spark between us had nearly
used up all its fuel when it had flared into that brilliant flame, and now we
were simply burnt out.


Just after dark, I pulled into her parents' driveway, then we sat for a few
minutes trying to figure out what to say.  Neither one of us wanted to hurt the
other's feelings, but at the same time we knew we had to tell the other it was
over.

When I finally peeked into her head and found the same thoughts as I had been
thinking, I leaned over to her and said, "Promise me you'll be careful about who
you have sex with.  I don't want to have to worry about you."

She understood what I was saying underneath my words.  Her answer came in her
kiss, which was also a thank you and a good bye.

I pulled out of the driveway after watching her close her front door, feeling a
twinge of remorse mixed in with my sigh of relief.  I put the finishing touches
on the programming of Jane and Rick to help her through the tough parts of her
self inflicted torture.

I call it torture because the two main devices she would be using basically were
high capacity doughnut-shaped balloons that she would insert inside her two
cavities after she had stretched herself to her maximum capacity.  She would then
work on building muscles by constantly pushing against the balloons to prevent
them from expanding her insides any further.

Jane or Rick would assist her when it was time to increase the pressure by
amounts so small the gauge had been specially built for the purpose.  Eventually
she would be in agony from the strain, and would be immobilized for several hours
after each increase of the pressure.   She would be unable to relax against the
pressure until the conditioning had been completed and the balloons deflated.  If
she did relax for even a moment, the balloons possibly could have caused her
serious injury, or at the minimum she would have to start all over again.

LeAnne and I did stop to talk in the halls at school afterwards, and even went
out to breakfast a few times.  I'll never forget when she walked up with her new
hooters, their points growing hard through the stretched material right in front
of my eyes.  My own organ grew hard from the look she was giving me, and in ten
minutes I was putting her through her paces, having her lick, suck, and fuck me
in every way possible.

We added two new items to our list of sexual activities, each of us suggesting
one.  After I fucked her virgin tits three times....  Well, let's just say after
LeAnne had finished pleasuring my ass, I had a dozen wooden spoons added to the
toy box at home and at school.

And after going through some of my grandmother's things my mother had saved, I
couldn't help but wonder if grandma knew about the joys of wooden spoons.  My mom
told me she had kept one in her bathroom which she had never used for anything as
far as my mom knew.

Yep, Grandma was a wise ole woman all right.  I bet she could have shown me a
wonder or two.

===================================================================================

Tim, the Teenage MC By Rass Senip - Proofread by Evil Eye Chapter XI:  10th
Grade, Spring 1987 Part 2 - Awakenings (mc mf)

A few weeks before Spring break, Penny called Suzi to see if she wanted to get
together.  They went shopping the following weekend, and late that Saturday
afternoon I received a phone call from Suzi.

"Tim, Penny spotted her brother sneaking around her place, and we followed him to
where we think he lives.  Penny wants to....  Penny?  Hmm, anyway, she'd like you
to come down so she can talk to him without worrying about being attacked or
drugged again."

I reached out to Suzi, and wrote down the address.

"I should be there in about an hour.  Hey, the twins were upset that you didn't
take them to see Penny.  Would it be okay if they came too?"

"I wanted to bring them myself, but when I mentioned it to Penny, she made it
clear to me that she didn't want to see the twins again.  I think she is afraid
of what they would do to David and Michael."

"Okay.  I guess I'll have to sneak..."

"What?  Who are you?  Get away from....<click>"

"SHIT," I exclaimed.  I reached out to Suzi to find what was going on.

When I finally felt the connection form, all I found was that Suzi was asleep,
and I couldn't wake her.  The impressions I got back from her were very strange.
I concluded she had been drugged, but hadn't been seriously injured.

I dialed my dad and got permission to use his helicopter, and in fifteen minutes
I was in the air.  In another thirty, we were hovering over the somewhat run down
building Suzi was in, and where Penny's brother supposedly lived.

The pilot and I had trouble finding a place to land, and I ended up walking three
blocks from an empty lot.  To my surprise, the only person I could sense inside
that building was Suzi.  When I finally arrived, I found the building was
condemned and had also been in a fire recently.

I suspected something was up, so I kept scanning constantly to make sure no one
would sneak up on me.  I climbed the stairs, noting the numerous foot prints in
the ash, then followed the foot prints right to the door where I felt Suzi was
in.  I studied the shiny-like-new door knob, wishing I could use Suzi's eyes to
see what was in there.

After spending twenty minutes looking for another way in the room, I gave up and
tried the door.  To my surprise, the door wasn't locked.  And just as my
suspicions started to rise again while I swung the door open, there was a "ping"
and a "thunk" from a tranquilizing dart hitting me in the back.  I barely noticed
Suzi laying on the floor asleep before I joined her.


A sharp pain in my arm brought me out of my slumber.  My head felt fuzzy, and I
found my arms and legs tied to a chair.  I started to hear people talking, but
their words were too faint to understand.  I regained my senses very slowly, and
once I was somewhat alert, I pretended to still be asleep.

>From the sounds in the room, I gathered that someone was getting an excellent
blow job.  From what the man was saying, the female who was doing the sucking was
tied up in a helpless position.  But she was willingly giving him the blow job,
reminding me of one of my father's slaves.

The instant that thought crossed my mind, I tried to reach out with my mind to
find what was going on.  The cry I made from the pain in my head alerted everyone
that I was conscious.

Someone pulled my head up by my hair, making my eyes open automatically.  The
scene in front of me didn't make much sense at first.

I appeared to be in a mixture of a doctor's examining room and a bedroom.  The
shock of seeing the hog tied nude form of Penny happily sucking a man's cock
while getting her ass fucked was almost as great as when I realized it was her
father's prick she was sucking.

The man in a lab coat who had pulled my hair said to me, "Why are you so shocked?
 I know you have done this and worse to your slaves."

I refused to respond.  Instead, I tried to scan his mind, resulting in my head
pounding again.

"I wouldn't try any more of that.  The drug I gave you prevents your brain from
receiving sugar too quickly.  Did you know telepathy uses a lot of sugar?  The
pain you feel is only warning you that brain damage will occur if you continue
depriving your mind of its sugar."


"Who the fuck are you, and what do you want with me," I said.

"Who I am is not as important as who I will become," he said, walking behind me
and returning with a hypodermic needle filled with a greenish liquid which he
placed on a tray beside me.  "In a few days, you will be calling me master.  You
will use your telepathic skills to enslave as many people as I wish, starting
with your lovely girlfriend."

"Don't bet on it," I said softly.

Hearing me, he said, "Oh, I don't have to bet on it.  The proof is right in front
of your eyes.  That slut over there and her father will do anything I or Steven
ask happily."

Towards the bed he said, "Steven, take your toy and your father somewhere else. I
am about to begin."

"Well, begin.  We're not stopping you," Steven answered.

"You know that only one person can imprint themselves while this stuff works on
his brain.  You agreed to follow my decisions when I gave you your father and
sister.  Now please, leave."

"Shit.  All right, Uncle Jake.  If you hadn't had so many chances already to
shoot me up with that stuff, I would be afraid to just hand him over to you. Just
remember who your friends are.  Come on, bitch."

I sat appearing calm, but in reality I was frantic.  As he swabbed my arm with
alcohol, I said, "If you let me and Suzi go, I won't seek revenge on you.  But I
must warn you, I have very powerful family and friends.  If I turn up missing, it
would me only a matter of time before..."

"I have waited seven years to capture a telepath.  Nothing you say will stop me
from completing my father's wishes.  You will rebuild my family's estate, and
then repopulate it with slaves."

He held up the needle and squirted a small portion out before lowering it towards
my arm.

My cry of pain startled him slightly, but he just smiled and said, "That won't do
any good.  You can not possibly use that power to.."

I cut him off with my smile, looking at him with bright eyes.

"No, not that power.  But another," I said as the empathic connection formed.  I
quickly lowered him in a forced hypnotic state, watching the shock and fear on
his face slowly dissolve until he was completely expressionless.

"There now.  You're feeling more comfortable now, aren't you."

"Yess.."

"You would be even more comfortable if you set that needle in your hand back on
that tray....  Good.  See how much better that is?

"I bet you would love to sit down on this chair.  In fact, you really want to,
don't you?  Oh...  But I can't get up..  If you could untie me, I'll let you sit
down on the chair.."

I was manipulating my own emotions to fit what I needed him to feel as I spoke. I
desired to sit on the chair, then I needed to untie the ropes, and finally I
lusted to listen to the words which were spoken to me.

Once I was free, I had him sit down and demand me to tie him up.  I used
suggestions to find out who and what he was, and what was going on.

Penny's grandfather died five years before she was born.  Ever since then, her
uncles and aunts had been driven to explore every form of brainwashing while
searching for a telepath vulnerable enough for them to capture and break to their
will.  I wasn't the first telepath they had captured, but that had been before
Jake had perfected his drug, and apparently the poor soul went insane. They lost
nearly three-fourths of their slaves and several of their family members to the
insanity before blowing up the building where the telepath and several others
were.

While they had only lost twenty people in the explosion, over a hundred others
had lost their minds, including Jake's wife, two of his sisters and a brother.
And his own son had died in the explosion, which was probably why he had taken
Steven under his wing like that.  I was sure Jake had instilled the need to
control others into Steven while continuing to work towards his father's goals.

By the time I got that much of the story out of him, I realized I was wasting
time.  After several minutes of suggesting and working through his resistance, he
finally told me how to counter-act the drug he had gave me, and I released him to
prepare the dosage and inject it in me.


Twenty minutes later, I tested my telepathy by attempting to read his mind.  I
was relieved when I felt his contented thoughts, then immediately turned him into
my humble slave.

"Where is Suzi?"  I asked.

"She is in our holding chamber with the rest of our intended slaves, master."

"Is there an antidote or a treatment to undo what that drug does?"

"No, master.  The effects of this drug are permanent."

"If you are right, then you are going to live the rest of your life begging
people to shit in your mouth."

I ignored his whining as I began reaching out to scan the household.  I found
Steven's mind and barely issued my first command to him when my head started
pounding again.

"Shit.  Your fucken drug..." I said as the room spun around.

Jake helped me back into my chair, and then I sensed Steven was on his way here.
I just had enough time to tell Jake he would have fake it before Steven slammed
the door open and stomped in.

"What the FUCK is going on!  I felt him screwing with my mind!"  Steven blasted.
The twenty three year old man realized something was very wrong when he noticed
the needle on the tray and the ropes on the ground that had bounded my arms and
legs.  He controlled his desire to flee, and then decided to do just the
opposite.  He attacked.

Before I could react, he slammed right into me, knocking me to the floor so hard
that he winded me and caused my head spin madly.  Jake came to my rescue by
throwing himself at Steven, not realizing Steven had picked up the needle.  The
scream Jake made when Steven stabbed him in the gut made me shiver with fear.  I
had never been so scared in my life.

In desperation, I lashed out with my mind at Steven, causing my head to explode
in pain.  But as my vision started to go black, my eyes told me he had collapsed
on top of his uncle, and for the moment I was safe.

I jumped when I was awoken by a soft hand stroking my cheek.  To my relief, the
hand belonged to my mom, and Joey was kneeling beside her.

"How?" I croaked.

"We both felt your fear, sweetie," my mother said.

"I was able to keep a lock on you after you passed out," Joey added.

I looked around, finding both Jake and Steven missing.

"Where's Suzi?" Joey asked me concerned.

I reached out to her, finding her still unconscious and moving away in some kind
of vehicle.

"We got to help her.." I said trying to get up.

Joey opened a share link with me as he helped me to my feet.

"Thanks, I needed that," I told him. "Penny's brother has.. used some kind of
drug on her and her dad, and probably her mom too.  They've been brainwashed. The
guy that did it was going to do the same thing to me.  He said it was
irreversible!  We have to get Suzi back before they use it on her!" I said as I
started running for the door.

I quickly realized I had no idea where the hell I was when I entered a long
hallway with at least thirty different doors.  So Joey and my mom led the way to
the roof where another helicopter was waiting.

"Holy shit," I said when I realized the helicopter was some kind of jet copter
that they had hijacked.  The pilot had already started spinning the blades,
readying for a quick take off.

It took ten minutes for us to home in on the van Suzi was in.  It was on the
highway traveling at a dangerously high speed and swerving around other vehicles.
 As Joey took care of the driver and the van pulled off the road, I scanned the
rest of the van.  To my dismay and relief, Suzi was the only passenger in the
vehicle.

My past mistakes had made me very cautious about what we would find when we
approached the van.  I gasped with my realization of who the driver was as I used
his eyes to inspect the insides of the van.

Michael carried Suzi out to us before I would let Joey inspect the van. Michael's
hair had been dyed black, obviously in honor of Steven's black hair. While my mom
examined Suzi, I painfully inspected Michael's mind.


His memories were hard to call up, for his brain chemistry had been altered by
the drug they had used on him.  From what I could tell, Penny had lured the two
brothers into her house where they had both been tranquilized and taken to the
same lab we had just left.

It appeared that Steven was quite intelligent, and very twisted.  He had planned
everything since the moment he realized his father was no longer interested in
the slave project.  Steven had even used the drug on him, his own father.

The effects of this drug were different than the one his father had used on Penny
and I.  I called Michael's memory up of his experience very easily.  In fact, it
seemed to constantly be in the back of his mind, reinforcing his desire to please
and serve Steven and Penny.

Instead of being addicted to the sexual pleasure and desire that the other drug
produced, this drug excited specific areas of the brain while it reduced the
activity in other areas.  Michael's senses had been amplified to many times the
norm while his individuality and several key cognitive functions had been
suppressed.  His mind had been flooded by the sight and sound of Steven telling
him to be his faithful slave and the like.  The strength of the signals coming
from Michael's senses had burned themselves into his defenseless mind.

Steven's brainwashing skills were extremely good.  Michael couldn't willingly
recall anything of his past life unless Steven asked him too.  His life appeared
to begin when the needle was pulled from his arm.  And the memories afterwards I
found to be very distressful, and not very useful.

Steven loved to physically abuse his slaves.  Once Michael had told Steven
everything he knew about me, which wasn't much, Steven had him prove his loyalty
and love by having Michael lick his ass.  After Michael's tongue had penetrated
his rose, Steven knew Michael was his, and proceeded to rape the helpless slave,
not caring about the pain his rough treatment caused.  Michael hated every moment
of it, but never for a moment considered complaining or resisting his master's
wishes.

Thankfully, Steven lost interest in him very quickly, and for several months
Michael was given to Penny who was taking a very active part in the preparations
to capture me.  Then a few weeks before Penny had called Suzi, Steven again
questioned him about me, then proceeded to abuse him horribly when Michael
couldn't tell him what he wanted to know.

Michael had bruises all over his body, possibly a few cracked ribs, a black eye,
and his left cheek was severely swollen.  But from what I could tell, Michael had
weathered better than David who had apparently been in the hospital for several
weeks before assisting Michael in stealing the van.

I had to take a break once I got that far, so I checked with my mother to see how
Suzi was.

"She's been mistreated, but not severely.  From what I can tell, she'll be okay
once the sedative they gave her wears off.  They haven't tampered with her mind.
What about the other one?  I take it you know him?"

I explained about Penny's two twin boyfriends and the hell they had been put
through.  We decided the best thing to do was to fly them both to the hospital,
meaning two of us would have to stay behind.

Joey and I stood by the van as the helicopter took off.  We both wanted to go
with them very badly, but knew we were stronger together and wasn't about to make
my mom stay behind.  I suppose that was the first instance were Joey and I
thought about it like that.

Just as the helicopter disappeared from our sight, a police car pulled up behind
the van with it's lights on.  Two policemen got out, hands on their holsters, and
told us to stay where we were and to keep our hands where they could see them.

"Shit.  I bet they think we were driving the van," Joey said out loud.

"Officers, we just got here.  Honest.  We were dropped off by a helicopter
and...." I tried to explain as one of the officers made me spread'em.

"Now that's a new one," he said as he frisked me.  "He's clean, Burke."


"So's this one.  You boys are in a lot of trouble.  As if you didn't know it,
this van was stolen by two teenage boys."

"And because I don't see a helicopter, you two have the right to remain
silent..."

"Uhm, Tim?" Joey said as Officer Sinak continued reading our rights while they
handcuffed us.

"Hang on Joey.  Help's on its way," I said with a smile.

"That better mean your parents are coming for you. 'Cause if it doesn't..." Burke
began, hearing a familiar sound grow louder.

As my father's helicopter sat down,  I looked up at Sinak and said, "Uhm, that's
my ride.  Can I go now?"

Recovering from his shock, he said, "I'm sorry, son.  That doesn't prove a thing.
 We still have to take you....  Burke, didn't the description say two black
haired males?"

"Yeah, but that doesn't mean... Oh, it also said one of them had a black eye..."
Burke said, suddenly reaching for his keys.

"Sorry guys.  Simple case of mistaken identity," Sinak said after I finished
magnifying the differences between the descriptions and us in their minds.
Actually, I could have done more than just magnify, but tampering with the minds
of the law...  Isn't that some kind of federal offense?

They insisted on taking our names and addresses, saying we were on the scene
first and would they would need to get a statement from us.  So we gave some
bogus addresses and they let us on our way.  Yeah, I know.  We lied.  But isn't
fibbing a heck of a lot less... wrong.. than outright tampering?

While we were in the air, Joey and I opened a thought channel so we could discuss
the events.

"What I don't get is, if they had time to pick up everything of value and leave,
why didn't they take me with them too?" I thought to Joey.

"Maybe they saw it was too big of a risk.  What if they didn't have any more of
that drug and didn't want to chance you waking up and taking over the place?"

"Yeah, that sounds reasonable.  But they couldn't have known about you and mom
coming to get me, so why did they have David and Michael steal the van, then send
Michael off with Suzi as a decoy?"

"Hmmm.  Either this asshole is pretty smart, or pretty paranoid.  Hey, let me see
what you got from Michael's head again.."

I allowed him access to my mind, letting my attention wander to the ground below
us.

"Shit, Joey.  This is all my fault.  If I hadn't left Penny with her dad.."

"Don't start that shit again.  From what I see, Steven would have gotten his
hands on her sooner or later.  At least now we know how to protect ourselves."

"What.  You figured something out?" I asked surprised.

"Yeah.  I was comparing what you remember about Michael's mind last summer and
what you found today.  Those commands you gave him last year.  It doesn't look
like that drug can get around them.  Michael couldn't tell anyone what you told
him about Penny and her dad.."

"Whoa!  You mean...  All we have to do is send each other a command that would
stop us from doing whatever Steven says and the drug wouldn't work?"

"Something like that.  But not just Steven.  And we need to check Michael's head
out a little more and get a better idea what to prepare for.  But I think it
would work."

"Yeah... Man I hope so.."

Joey went back to examining my memories to see if he could find anything else,
while I sat quietly, trying to keep my mind from wandering too much.  As the
helicopter approached the hospital, I reached out to Suzi to check on her.

"Shit.  She's still out cold," I thought to Joey.

The helicopter that my father had 'borrowed' for my rescue wasn't anywhere in
sight when we landed on the chopper pad of the hospital.  I was a little
disappointed to find my mom had let the pilot go on his way.  That jet copter had
been really cool to ride in, but I didn't want Midge getting jealous and let it
drop from my mind.

Besides, there were more important matters to deal with.  Michael did in fact
have three cracked ribs, and they were also treating his swollen cheek when we
arrived.  But his most serious injury was an anal infection from the violent
rapings Steven enjoyed.  Actually, Michael's condition was mostly due to his
programming to ignore any physical discomforts he had while carrying out Steven's
or Penny's orders.  Michael simply hadn't been able to admit that he needed
medical attention while helping to prepare for my capture.



My mother was having a lot of difficulty explaining how Michael and Suzi had
obtained their injuries to a woman police officer when Joey and I found her.

"Mom, how are they?" I asked interrupting Officer Peterson's latest question.  I
quickly scanned the woman's mind, finding she didn't believe my mom was in any
way responsible, but had the feeling she also wasn't telling everything.  Kim was
a very intelligent woman, and I found myself respecting her sharp mind.

"Michael is going have to stay at least the night, and Suzi still hasn't woken
up.  They took a blood sample from her to try and find what they used on her."

"I take it you're friends of the two victims?" Officer Peterson asked.

"Yeah.  Michael's a friend of a friend, and Suzi's our girlfriend," I said, not
really paying attention to what I was saying.  Joey was busy checking out
Michael's head for himself, while I was fascinated by Kim's mind.  I was
considering telling her the truth, thinking she might be able to help us.

Kim had blinked at my slip up, but didn't waste any time on it.  She asked
several questions about our involvement, and after getting pretty much the same
story as my mother had given her, she thanked us and went to talk to the nurse at
the counter.

I was just about to discontinue my scanning of her mind when I felt her momentary
excitement as her partner walked up.

Officer Rick Corben was a six foot tall, dark haired, nicely built man with a
boyish face.  It was their third day as partners, and Kim was having second
thoughts about the arrangement when she found herself incredibly attracted to
him.  She had always had a thing for younger men, and on more than one occasion
found herself thinking indecent thoughts about some kid she had just booked.  It
always took a good romance movie or novel to get herself straightened out.

Corben was anything but what his innocent face portrayed.  He had used his looks
to get into the pants of many women, starting way back in the eighth grade. Even
though he had sex with three other women on the force, he had never allowed it to
interfere with his work.  So he had immediately put the thought of tasting Kim's
sex out of his mind as she turned it towards him.

Having already copied her home phone number into my head, I did the same with
Corben's before turning my attention to Suzi as I walked up to her bed.  Her mind
was asleep, and that's all I could get from her.  I felt Joey's concern start to
grow, so I slipped my arm behind his back and pulled him towards me. We stood
side by side with Joey's head resting on my shoulder as we both probed her mind
and body for signs of normal activity.

I didn't hear my mom leave the room, but when she came back in, Joey and I
stopped our probing.  Joey sat down while I turned my head towards my mom.  I
knew the moment I saw her face that it wasn't good news.

"What is it?" I asked.

"They couldn't find anything in her blood.  There's no trace of a drug."

"But why doesn't she wake up?" Joey said without looking up.

"They don't know.."

"Do they have any idea how long she'll be out?" I asked.

"No, dear.  I'm afraid...  they're not sure she will wake up."

Joey and I looked at each other, and immediately knew we had both come to the
same conclusion.  Before my mother even realized something was up, I sat down in
the chair next to Joey, and we closed our eyes and formed a share link with Suzi.

Joey and I shuddered as we felt Suzi's energy mix with ours.  I realized I was
slipping down in my chair, and panicked when the experience with John popped into
my head.  I quickly connected with my mother, then started connecting up to as
many people as I could, trying to dilute the sleepiness I was quickly succumbing
to.  After the first ten or so people, Joey started to do the same.


My mom had to verbally say, "Boys, that's enough people!" before I realized we
had connected to nearly two hundred healthy individuals.  I still felt a little
tired, but I wasn't sure if it was from Suzi or just a result of our numerous
sharing links.

We started to close the links when Suzi yawned and opened her eyes.  Joey reached
the bed before I did, then we each took a hand to hold.

"What happened?" Suzi asked. "Where am I?"

"How do you feel?" my mom asked before we could reply.

"I guess I feel okay," Suzi said, trying to sit up.  When she accidentally pulled
the IV in her arm taunt, she said, "Ouch!  Ow...  I'm a little sore.. and this
needle in my arm doesn't help.."

My mom pushed the call button, and a few minutes later, the doctor was checking
her out.

My mom agreed with the doctor she should also stay the night for observation, so
Joey and I stayed with her after my mom went home in the helicopter.  We had made
the excuse we wanted to stay in case Steven or one of his helpers some how manage
to sneak in to grab them, but no one was fooled.  We simply couldn't bear leaving
her alone for the night.

We brought both Suzi and Michael to my mansion the next day after convincing the
doctors that Michael would be well taken cared for.  My father arranged for one
of his nurses to always be on duty with Michael, and I copied the information on
treating his infection into each nurse he sent.

Once Joey and I worked out what to do, we issued the commands to each other and
to Suzi to immunize us from Steven's drug.  Suzi went home afterwards, but Joey
stayed the night, and went to school with me the following morning.

Joey couldn't drive over after school because his dad needed his help with the
yard that afternoon.  I spent several hours with Michael trying to undo Steven's
brainwashing, but even though I didn't have any problems altering his mind, it
was like having a bag of bubble gum and trying to pull out all the pink ones out
without disturbing all the others.  I managed to fix a few things without
disturbing anything else, but on several attempts I found I actually made things
worse instead of better.

I finally came to the conclusion that I wouldn't be able to restore Michael back
to his original self.  I could attempt to recreate his original personality, but
I knew it wouldn't be anywhere near the real thing.

So when the twins showed up, I was glad to accept their emotional support.  But
when they insisted on seeing Michael, I wasn't that comfortable about it
considering their last meeting.  But I figured Michael was safe since David
wasn't there, and finally allowed them to see him.

Michael resembled a zombie in his current state.  He didn't really care about
anything.  He didn't speak unless spoken to, and unless he was told to do
something, he just sat, stood, or laid where he was and stared at whatever there
was to look at.  I planned to fix that once his body recovered, but for the time
being he didn't really care about the pain except that it was something the nurse
had to treat.

When we came into his room, he was on his stomach nude while the nurse was
treating his ass hole.  Actually, I had forgot to cancel the commands for the
nurse to pleasure her patients as much as possible and was now simply massaging
his back.

"Lynn, if you're finished treating his injuries, please leave us alone until it's
time for his next one."

"Yes, master," she said collecting her things.  For a moment, I considered
letting her treat me for a while, but then I didn't want my mind clouded while
the twins were with Michael.

Joy and Honey walked up and stood on opposite sides of Michael's head.  They
reached down and stroked his cheek and hair, then closed their eyes and
concentrated.

My curiosity almost made me interrupt to ask them what they were doing, but I
contained it and waited for them to finish.  They opened their eyes five minutes
later, then indicated to me they wanted to show me something.


I stood at Michael's head and attempted to copy what they were doing, but finally
just had to relax and let them lead me through it.

The empathic connection they helped me form finally seemed to focus and
intensify.  I suddenly felt Michael's presence, or more like I could feel his
soul.  As my mind concentrated on focusing on this feeling, it grew to the point
it was almost like I could see it.  Actually, when I recall the experience now,
it comes to me as an image with an assortment of feelings attached.  So I suppose
I was seeing his soul, and I immediately saw something wrong.  The otherwise
bright, nearly white 'object' looked as if it had been shot with a paint pellet
of dark ink.  The 'ink' had splattered on impact, spreading it's little fingers
outwards.

Well, the fingers were very thin and long, and they extended all the way to the
edges.  So just to give a full picture, imagine this.

You have a 8x10 picture of your sweet grandmother behind glass in a picture
frame.  You aim your paint pellet gun at the center, standing only a foot away.
You pull the trigger, and the paint pellet hits the picture and fractures the
glass on impact.  When you examine the now blotched picture of Granny, you find
the paint had spread along the cracks running from the point of impact to the
edges of the glass.  The splotch and the cracks was what I was 'seeing' on
Michael's soul.  I bet you never guessed those paint pellet guns were hazardous
to your soul, did you?

When I felt the image starting to blur, I dissolved the connection I had formed.
The twins knew I had seen what I needed to see, and I simply wasn't strong enough
to hold the connection without their help.

"That was... amazing," I said once I came back to my senses.  "I take it that
dark splotch was what Steven did to him?"

Their response was a 'yes', and that it meant something very important.

"What?  Come on, ladies.  I can't make any more sense out of what you just showed
me without more information.  What are you trying to tell me?"

I felt their frustration, and I got the feeling it was so obvious to them that
they couldn't understand why I hadn't figured it out.

"I've never seen someone's soul before," I said softly. "I mean it's obvious that
it isn't supposed to have that dark spot, but other than that, I don't know what
it's supposed to look like."

They just looked at me for a minute, and I could almost feel them discussing it
over somehow.  When the two nude twin beauties reached an agreement, they
indicated to me to follow them.

I was getting a bit frustrated myself after they led me to the other end of the
mansion and took the stairs to the third floor before finally arriving at the
door of Carol's and Vicki's room.

Vicki and Carol lived at my mansion because the limo they were assigned to had
its garage here.  They were the only two of my father's slaves who lived with my
mother and I.  The rest of the slaves who took care of the place or served at
special functions all lived their own lives in their own homes.  Only when they
were on duty at the mansions were they passive willing servants, ready fuck or
suck at our whim.  And so far, I hadn't taken advantage of them except for the
orgy last summer and the thing with Fanny and Kelly on my birthday.

I politely knocked, and Carol answered the door.

"Oh, master!  Why didn't you simply call?  We would have come to you!" she said
caressing my chest.

Vicki got up from her desk and started taking off her school clothes as quickly
as she could.  Her embarrassment of being caught with clothes on made her voice a
little unsteady as she said, "Yes, master.  We would have loved it if you had
called us to pleasure you."

Feeling a bit embarrassed about how pathetic they sounded, I started to turn red
while I said, "Uhm, actually, Joy and Honey were the ones who are here to see
you.  I think.  And, er, Carol, could you, like, stop?  I can't think straight
when you're getting me hard like that."

"Yes master," Carol said a little unhappily.

I gave Carol's left nipple a little twist for fun, then I had to fight her off
when she thought I had reconsidered.  I knew neither of them were all that needy
for sex.  After the incident with Fanny, I had talked things over with my dad
about removing the need for sex from the servants.  While he did allow me to
adjust some of the people who worked at my mansion, he wouldn't let me do it to
Vicki and Carol.  He simply took care of satisfying their needs by calling on
their limo two or three times a week.


The twins walked up to Vicki and had her lay down.  Once Vicki was flat on her
back, she was disappointed when all we did was touch her cheeks and forehead.

I felt the empathic connection form and the image of Vicki's soul come into focus
much faster this time.  Vicki's soul didn't have the shot-by-a-pellet-gun look. 
Instead, it appeared to have just a powdering of dark spots all over it, making
her soul look somewhat greyish instead of white.

The twins then showed me Carol's.  I was shocked to see that Carol's was almost
totally black, with only a few light spots here and there.  I remembered that my
father had replaced her memories and personality with ones he had constructed. I
understood some of what they were trying to tell me, but...  Not the important
part.

When I opened my eyes, the twins were looking at me, blinking their brown eyes
and waiting for me to react.

"Uhm, I still don't understand why you're showing me all this.  It's very
interesting, actually amazing is more like it.  But whatever you're trying to get
across to me, I'm..."

They walked out the door at that point, letting me know I was to follow them,
making no attempt to filter out their frustration during their brief message.

I was surprised when they led me to the kitchen, and I waited patiently while
they stood still in the middle of the room studying it.  They walked up to one of
the dishwashers and opened it.  I went and sat on a counter bewildered while they
examined the dishes carefully.  When they finished their inspection, they simply
closed the door and studied the room again.

They went through several cabinets until they found the dishes and selected three
of the clear glass plates.  Then they opened the door to the refrigerator and
examined the contents.  It didn't seem like they could find what they were
looking for.

"Hey.  Let's try just talking this out.  I wish you two could grasp the concept
of charades, but...  Okay.  I take it the plates are Michael's, Vicki's and
Carol's souls.  You were looking for something to use for the dark parts.  Hmm.
How about chocolate syrup.  Lord knows we have enough of..  No? Why not?"

Honey grabbed a plate and held it vertically while Joy took a bottle out and
squirted a stream of chocolate at it ten feet away.  Their eyes had never left my
face, yet Honey made a perfect bullseye.  Well, perfect except for the long tail
of chocolate on the floor.

"Oh.  It runs.  Okay.  Okay.  Uhm..  Tell me this.  Say I painted Carol's with
paint, then used the airbrush I got for Christmas last year to speckle Vicki's.
Okay, good.  And then I used a permanent marker to make Michael's... No?  What do
you mean by...  Wait a sec.  I think I know what would work for his."

I put on the coat and sandals, opened the walk in freezer's door and went over to
the ice cream racks.  I was trying to pick out a flavor that I didn't think
anyone would eat when I felt the twins get excited.  I turned around to find they
had followed me in, and were looking at the frost on the wall.

"What?  Get out before you catch cold.  No, you can show me whatever it is after
you get something on."

We returned to the freezer after they put their winter coats on and their fuzzy
slippers. They started using their fingernails to draw three circles in the
frost, each circle containing a different formation of frost.

"Okay, this one is Carol's..  No?  But it's the thickest and...  Okay.  Okay. So
it's Vicki's?  Michael's?!? <sigh> If you insist.  Then this light frost has to
be Vicki's.  Okay.  So?"

Joy used her fingernail to scrape a small portion of the light speckling of frost
off the wall of the freezer.  Then Honey did the same with the area where the
frost was just thick enough to hide the metallic surface.  They had only scraped
a path maybe 1/4 of an inch wide.


But when Honey stuck her nail into the area of frost that had grown to depth of
an inch or so, she couldn't move it.  It became quite apparent that it wasn't
doing what they expected.  Both twins started to dig their nails in, and
eventually pulled a huge chunk off.

"So?  What does...  Wait.  You're trying to tell me.. you know how to fix
Michael?  I mean, you know how to...  Oh..  I get it!  Like when you made Joey
and I your happy slaves, then tore it out all together.  You pulled it out in
chunks just like you did that piece of frost!  Oh!  I do get it...

"Vicki's is all speckled like that light frost.  You almost have to scrape away
each crystal in order to get it all.  And with Carols...  Sorta the same thing.
Kinda.  How come you couldn't just pry it off like with Michael's?"

They indicated to me to try it with the frost, so I did.  When I saw that the
frost wasn't solid enough to come off in chunks, I said so. I found I was
speaking to myself when the door slammed shut from the twin's exit.

I pried a thick chunk off for fun, but then left the freezer myself.  I had to
feel around for the twins, finding them on their way to Michael's room.  I ran
and caught them before they reached his door.

"Uhm, I know you want to help him, but, let's just wait until he's well.  And I
want to talk it over with my mom anyway.  Now stop it.  I trust you to do it, I
just don't want to rush into it.  If there is anything I've learned from dealing
with Penny's family is to try to figure out what could go wrong before doing
something.  Come on.  Let's jump in the tub.  I'm cold."

I was feeling very loving while we snuggled in the bubble bath with only our
heads above water.  We did this kind of thing quite often, always sharing
ourselves empathically, never feeling the need for anything more.  When my mother
and I started to stay at the North mansion every weekend, the twins and I did do
some making out, but after a while I guess I tired of it.  The twins simply
accepted it and didn't let it really bother them, or at least never let on to me
that it did.

I had my arms around them, holding us so we didn't drift apart.  I was thinking
about Penny, and then about the twin brothers.  This led to thinking about the
two twins I was currently holding, and how much I loved them and would do almost
anything for them to make them happy.  And, no, nobody had force me to feel that
way.

It suddenly struck me that the twins would enjoy some of the making out we used
to do.  In fact, I felt a bit guilty for not coming to that conclusion a long
time ago.  And the more I thought about it, the more I wanted to do it.

Now I came the same dilemma that had stopped me several times in the past.  I
only had one mouth, so which one do I start necking with first?

I felt them both shift their position at the same time.  They always do things
like that.  I had gotten used to their synchronized movements a long time ago. I
even watched them take a dump before.  I swear, honest to God, I only heard one
plop.

My attention wandered down memory lane, trying to remember when they had ever
done anything... different than the other.  Even when Joey and I made love to
them that first time, Joey and I later compared notes to find they had managed to
do the same things, if not exactly the same time.

I concentrated on trying to figure out a way to start something up without making
it seem like I had favored one more than the other by starting with her. I was so
deep in thought I almost didn't notice Honey getting up and leaving the tub..
without Joy.

"What?  Where are you going?" I asked confused as I watched Honey's wet body walk
out the door.

I looked at Joy's face, finding it looking at me and closing in for a kiss.  I
suddenly didn't recognize her.  She looked like this normal girl who was about to
kiss me.  It was as if I was seeing her face for the first time.  She wasn't some
well trained animal, or some kind of magical being with different needs. Joy was
a seventeen year old girl whose lips pressed against mine.


The twins and I have kissed many times before, but they had never initiated the
kiss, or led the foreplay in anyway.  But this time...

I admitted her probing tongue into my mouth, and almost forgot to return the act
when I felt her move her leg between mine and slide herself partially on top of
me.

The tub had seats molded into its floor and sides so anyone can lay comfortably
in the water without having to hold their heads above the waterline.  This was
good, since I would have surely drowned once Joy had gotten me fully aroused and
senseless.

We were actively sucking each others faces as her arms slipped under mine and
wrapped themselves behind me.  I pulled Joy the rest of the way on top of me and
stroked her lean body with my hands.  Again, I didn't recognize her when she
broke our lips apart and ran her tongue down to my neck.

She sucked at my neck right above the waterline, using her tongue and lips in a
way that gave me goosebumps while laying in the warm water.  My dick was
throbbing against her inner thigh, teasing both of us with its pulsing.

My eyes had closed, but my arms were constantly in motion, feeling every inch of
her hot body that I could reach.  But when her arms slipped up my back and over
my shoulders, my eyes snapped open as she pulled herself back up to my face.

The young woman's face that peered back at mine was full of passion.  Never had I
ever seen her face show so much emotion.  I almost thought I was dreaming, but
when she nibbled on my lip when I hadn't responded to her little kisses, I knew
it was really happening.

That's when I truly did 'wake up' and began to make my own advances.  I raised my
head and locked my lips on hers while I squeezed her ass with my hands.  And just
as she was starting roll her crotch against me, I sat up, then stood up, keeping
her tightly against me as I carried her to the bedroom.

Soaking wet and horny as hell, I laid her down on the bed.  OH my GOD she was the
sexiest thing I had ever seen!  Her perfectly tanned body, glistening wet skin,
her long dark wet hair spread out around her head as she breathed through her
mouth and stared expectantly at me.

When had her breasts become... more than just petite?  The last time I looked, I
could have sworn they hadn't been any bigger than the first time I had laid eyes
on them.  But now...  They, like their owner, had matured, completing the woman
that had only a few minutes before had been a girl to me.

Joy's breasts were not in any way unnaturally large.  But they weren't the meager
handfuls that I had long taken for granted.  They even kept most of their shape
while she laid there, absorbing my wonder, my joy, as I continued to examine her
body with my eyes.

Toes of perfection, feet to match, even they were an erotic sight to behold.  I
was compelled to just swoop down to lick and suck her lovely piglets, telling her
how this one had gone to the market, and another had gone home.  But I wasn't
finished with the feast her body had provided for my eyes.

Her legs were still glistening with moisture, causing my already throbbing dick
to surge.  Legs which had never had need of a razor, had never skinned their
knees, or even been exposed to the elements for any considerable length of time.
And just as my eyes left her knees, I gasped when her left leg bent and rotated
away from her right one, my eyes pulled to her awaiting sex.

Her triangle of curly hair seemed to suddenly open its pink mouth when Joy's
right leg began moving away from its center position.  I could see her wetness
within as she laid spread for me, and then I suddenly understood that the wetness
had been caused by her own examination of my body.

I had been flexing my muscles and giving her different views of my body, trying
to arouse her like she was doing to me.  I admit I was very pleased with the
results of Suzi's consistent nagging for Joey and I to work out in the weight
room with her cousin.  And, for the first time, I considered the possibility that
maybe women did find me sexy.  I had never really thought of it seriously before.


My thoughts of this nature were forgotten when our hungry eyes met.  I crawled
onto the bed, laying my body between her spread legs and we locked our lips once
more.  But we both knew this kiss would be short, for my dick's head was already
slipping inside her steaming hot passage.

Her legs wrapped themselves around my waist and pushed me inside her, filling her
wet hole with my firmness.  We were both pleased to find I had grown longer and
thicker since the summer when we last had sex.  She hadn't been the only one
maturing in the past several months.

This time was different in a more important way also.  We were just two people in
love, fulfilling each other's lust, doing it without any supernatural powers
interfering.

And it was a moment of discovery for both of us.  I stopped thinking of myself as
a kid, someone too young to make love to a mature and adult woman. Partially
because I was doing just that.

It was then I truly felt like a man.  Not like when I had lost my innocence with
Suzi and Joey the year before.  But physically, emotionally, perhaps even
mentally.  And right at that moment, something inside me was released from it's
captivity, wiping out my self doubts and fears while filling my mind and soul
with its presence.

Tim the boy was no more.  I was a person who had the name...

Timothy Jasper Brandton-Grodmen, or soon to many....

---------->>>MASTER<<<----------

I felt reborn.  My past life was just a warm up, practice for the real thing.
Joy's hot body beneath me became the focus of my newly awakened lust, my newly
awakened mind quickly processing the best method to give her the best fuck she
would ever have.

As I started my first plunge, the image of my adult self from my nightmare formed
in my head.  I simply tossed it aside, not needing it anymore.  I had already
decided what my destiny would be, and my overactive conscience would just have to
accept that.

But as my newly discovered man-sized cock plunged into her sex at a speed I had
never obtained before, I suddenly grabbed that image, and decided it was worth
keeping.  After all, the man it portrayed and the man I knew myself to be were
only similar in their looks, and I owed him a lot.  If it wasn't for him, I would
never have reached my true calling.

To complete my transformation into my new persona, I formed the image of the part
of me who had been terrified of what I could become.  That boy now appeared so
naive and immature, not trusting his own ability to love and be loved.  The child
who had wanted to die before he had even started to truly live.

I used the dream's format, creating the images of Joey on top of Suzi, but now it
was the boy's image penetrating Joey's ass.  The man whom I hated and to whom I
owed so much shoved his huge dick into the boy's waiting anus.  But this was my
moment, the moment of truth.  As the boy grew into the man I truly would become,
my foe became, no, not another boy, but the image of Penny's brother, Steven.

When my man's image discovered he was being fucked in the ass, he clamped down on
the invading prick so hard that Steven screamed.  My ass crimped off the nerves
and blood vessels to his dick's head, rendering it permanently damaged, never to
be used for pleasure again.  I vowed that when I got through with him, he would
wish I had simply done just that.

All these thoughts had only taken no more than fifteen seconds, during which my
highly aroused body had topped out at its new found maximum thrusting speed.

I slowed my speed, and began exploring my new found abilities.  Or more
accurately, I started to try the things I had never allowed myself to try.  I had
always restricted myself, making lines in the dirt to mark my boundaries, always
knowing someday I would cross them.  And now I planned to find every one of those
damn lines just so I can cross them and rub them out.  I would never draw a line
in the dirt again.


I used my empathic skills on Joy, examining her like the animal she was, the slab
of meat I wanted to control in order to give her as much pleasure as I could. 
Before, I would never have allowed myself to look at anyone in that way, fearing
I would begin to treat them like livestock.

The most powerful concept I had made, the one that has changed my life the most
even to this day was simply: I can trust myself.  I now could do anything I
wanted without worrying that I was going down the wrong path.  Paths didn't
matter to me.  It was so simple, so clear to me.  If I didn't like where the one
I was on was taking me, I'd either take a different one, or make my own.  The
world was out there for my taking, and I knew it was safe... from me.

I probed Joy's responses as I made changes to my fucking, noting how it affected
her level of arousal and her wiggling.  I long ago understood there were two
different types of arousal.  Mental and physical.  They always worked together,
but the physical kind usually brought on a physical reaction, and the mental kind
an emotional reaction.  But both can be achieved using physical or mental
stimulus.

My own arousal I had under tight control, keeping me in the mood without allowing
my orgasm to start.  I no longer craved the release of my ejaculant.  I lusted to
make others cry with pleasure, beg for more, submit themselves to be mine, then
reward them by letting them go.  That was now my orgasm.  Sperm has very little
to do with it any more for me.  The release of someone I had broken to my will
was my own release.  That's my greatest high.

As I found the best pattern for my body's muscle contractions to maximize the
stimulation to her g-spot, I began slipping my arms underneath her.  With each
cycle of my muscles thrusting my penis's rim across her g-spot, Joy sucked in
another quick gasp of air while my hands were nearing their final target.  My
body was a tool to achieve my goal.  Its stimulation was of no concern.  I had
become my own master, but completely opposite to what my nightmare had
envisioned.

Joy was nearly helpless, having appeared to submit herself to the stimulation I
was providing.  Her well trained muscles inside her love canal continued their
attempts to give me the pleasure she was receiving herself, milking my pulsing
meat and randomly spasming to appear as if she had lost control.

Joy was good.  I found her mind analyzing my responses, adjusting her techniques,
and generating the responses I was using to do the same to her.  But she wasn't
disattached from her own body like I was, so her mind was constantly having to
give up its ground, allowing more and more of her true responses to show.

The moment my index finger penetrated her ass hole, her entire body went rigid as
she had her first truly uncontrollable orgasm in her life.  Her mouth opened in
slow motion, producing its very first human moan as she completely let herself
lose control.

I increased my speed once more, straining every muscle in my arm to pump my
finger in concert with her jerky humping and my steady pounding.  She was rocking
her head back and forth, letting out moans of pure animal pleasure.  The walls of
her pussy spasmed in truly unpredictable ways, and finally her rose completely
relaxed just before another uncontrollable orgasm began its quake.

The time had come for me to take her ass.  I had calculated the exact movements
needed, so I simply and easily shifted my dick from her sex hole to the entrance
of her shit hole.

I extended my empathic connection to give her my love and my support as she cried
from the pain of my tool sliding into her ass.  But I felt no regret like I had
in the past.  This was just a part of life, and sometimes you have to go through
pain to gain an even greater pleasure.

My shaft sank into her resisting rectum without slowing until it was fully
inserted.  Now I rested, forcing myself to not move for thirty seconds, then
surging my dick with blood to force it to its greatest size.  I was using my
empathic power to its maximum ability in reassuring and calming Joy while the
pain caused by my inflating cock washed through her.


Honey had returned as soon as she felt Joy's pain, and now was shaking all over
uncontrollably as her sister continued her cries.

I allowed my dick to return to its normal size, then I patiently waited until Joy
calmed herself and gave me permission to pull it back.  She cried again, but when
I pushed it back in, she was able to keep her mouth shut.  I knew she was
starting to feel the pleasure, and I only had to do it twice more before she
relaxed.

I decided that keeping myself disattached from my own body's pleasure was the
wrong path in this case, so I slowly allowed my mind to receive the signals my
dick was transmitting.

And I was glad I did.  Her ass was as sexually pleasurable as any other part of
her body.  Its tightness redefined my idea of a good fuck.  Her self control
still hadn't returned, so I soon was making her cry with pleasure, loving her
desperate screams more than the feeling of her spasming ass around my dick.

When my right hand stimulated her clit directly,  her eyes and mouth opened wide
while she gave out a silent scream.  Her body stiffened and jerked, stiffened and
jerked, and finally triggered my own orgasm, of an intensity I had never felt
before. The mental and physical stimulus had combined into a orgasmic explosion
of nuclear proportions.

I woke up on the floor, having fallen backwards off the bed in my orgasmic
release.  I wasn't hurt from the fall, but man, did my dick and arm feel sore
from the torture I had put them through.  I got up off the floor and found the
twins both asleep, one on the bed, the other on the floor where she had
collapsed.  To my amazement, I found that they both had wet themselves, the final
defeat to their self control.

I gently placed Honey in my bed, then moved Joy next to her so she wasn't laying
in the wet spot she had created. I studied the two women, seeing them for what
they really were.  My sisters, my lovers, my friends.  Nothing would ever take
that from me.  Not even myself.