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A Mind Apart
by Michael McCallum


Synopsis:
A man gets mind-control powers after brain surgery.



Big changes in a person's life happen in the oddest of ways. Mine Began with a
headache. One that soon left me lying in a hospital bed, and soon after on an
operating table. An anuerism the doctor said. A blood vessel in my brain had
reuptured and needed to be re routed or else I would die or end up a
vegetable.

You can see why I rapidly agreed to the surgery.
The surgery itself went well, the doctor finished in record time and I was
soon
nursing a sore head in a room outside of critical care, and to be honest
that's
when the real part of this story began.
Her name was Theresa, a lovely young nurse of what appeared to be Italian
descent. She wore her long dark hair up in a professional looking bun, had a
very firm yet athletic build with More than a little of the appropriate
curves
for a woman her size.
I was obviously shaking off the effects of the anesthetic. "Damn." I thought
to
myself. "What a man wouldn't give to see what's under those surgical
greens." I
had an odd sensation in my head as I thought that.
The reaction surprised me. Theresa stopped and got a far away look in her
eyes.
Then raised her shirt to reveal her bra-covered wonders for me. Then slowly
let
the bra fall open to reveal the slightly paler globes underneath. She still
had
the distant look in her eyes as she said. "Is there anything else I can do
for
you?"
I kind of stammered. "Uh no, not right now, why don't you get covered
gain...
but uh maybe later?" She smiled and recovered her marvelous chest, took my
pulse
and then left as if nothing had happened.
Leaving me to ponder what the hell had just happened.
I spent the next couple of hours re running the event through my mind. I
know I
hadn't spoken out loud, and I remembered the singular sensation in my mind
as I
thought what she acted out. I spent some time seeing if I could make the
sensation happen again.
I had to wait for a while until I had another test subject.
Doctor Sorenson came into my room a while later. This time I just let myself
be
passive as I let the sensation wash over me. The reaction stunned me.
"Damn if I know what this means." The doctors thoughts washed into my mind
as I
sat there. He was reviewing a chart made from an MRI as I was asleep post
surgery. "This guys going to require watching." He thought as he sat down
with a
fatherly smile.
I tried not to show any surface shock, and smiled at him. "So how long
before I
get out of here doc?" While at the same time using my newfound gift to hear
what
he thought.
"Good question." He thought while he said. "I think a week maybe less." I
find
found the difference in answers a little disquieting.
"Find anything interesting?" I said as he finished scanning the MRI.
"Well to be honest yes." The doctor replied as he set the scans down. When
we
did your surgery we had to reroute the blood flow in your brain to allow the
cerebral cortex to receive a normal amount of blood. Yet at the same time it
seems as though we managed to route the flow of blood to another unused area
as
well." He looked at me. "Have you felt anything unusual. Since you awoke?"
"You mean aside from the headache?" I asked
He chuckled. "Yes aside from that, and that should begin to pass within the
next
day or so. If it doesn't I need to know."
"Gotcha" I replied. "Well doc I somehow managed to mesmerize a nurse into
showing me her tits and I can read your mind." I thought, but answered with.
"No
aside from the headache nothing weird."
"Excellent. We'll be monitoring your condition. In the meantime we need you
to
rest


chapter 2
By Michael Mccallum

The doctors saw fit to release me from the hospital three days later. My
headaches were now mostly gone, and my control over my new abilities seemed
to
be growing by leaps and bounds. I have to admit that Theresa had become my
favorite test subject. As we both had plenty of time together, and she was
by
far the best looking of all the nurses that came to visit me. I had
developed
the ability to "deep scan" someone. Reading more than just their surface
thoughts, but seeing their deeper inner hopes and fears. I had practiced
this
with Theresa on a few occasions. Slowly a few new ideas of how to put these
abilities came to use.
And of course a few "old" ideas came to mind too, Especially as Theresa slid
off
her panties and slid down on my hard cock. Moving her hips in an up and down
motion. I was still feeling weak from the whole surgery experience, but
Theresa's ministrations were helping my recuperation. A few new suggestions
into
her mind had helped her to become a more active partner since our first few
encounters and now she was taking part in these acts with gusto.
Theresa moved herself up and down me quicker, and I could feel her shift
herself
to make sure my rod slid along her clit at jus the right angle. At this rate
it
wouldn't take long for either of us. Which was okay. I had planted a few
commands in her mind to keep her "on call" 24-7. She'd be available whenever
I
wanted her. A sharp gasp from Theresa snapped me out of my reverie as her
tight
wetness hit a particularly good spot. She smiled down at me. "This so
naughty."
She said with a grin as she swiveled her hips. I gasped myself at the feel
of
it.
"Damn right darling, and that's the best part." I said and took her breasts
in
hand.
I was wheeled out of the hospital the next morning. It's policy with
hospitals
to have you wheeled out of there. It wouldn't look good for you to slip on a
wet
floor just as you've been pronounced cured. From there I went out and found
my
car. It was a short trip home, and there I took stock of the situation.
It was now obvious I was sitting on a major opportunity. Now I just needed
to
find a way to take advantage of it. I looked in the mirror. My head was
thoroughly shaved from the surgery the hair was slowly growing back, but it
would be a while before the incision scar was covered properly. I grabbed a
hat,
and slowly slid it on. There, covered, no problem. Time to test my abilities
and
their uses.
I got back into my car and drove to the swankiest mall in the city. I was
fairly
well dressed for the occasion, khaki pants and black polo shirt. So I didn't
stand out.
I spotted a gentleman in a suit that looked like it cost about a grand and
zoomed in on him with my mind. Sure enough, a lawyer. I grinned and sent a
command into his mind. "Stop by an ATM and withdraw three hundred dollars,
then
come to the men's room." He took a sudden turn and hit the cash machine. I
grinned and walked to the men's room. My mark arrived a few minutes later.
"Give
me the money and forget this happened." I thought to him. He did as he was
bid,
and I grinned. "Note to self, call work and tell them I quit." I continued
the
process for about four hours and walked away with about four grand, all in
cash.
But now my mind was whirling with a few new ideas on how to make a living.
All I
needed was the right target. I went to my car. I traveled to another mall
this
one was a bit more of a teen hangout.
I grinned at the collection of assembled girls hanging out here and there.
All
the varieties were here. Cheerleaders, Goth chicks, wasteoids and all the
other
little subcultures and Cliques. I took the time to scan them at random. Sure
enough I found a young good-looking lady sitting by herself in the food
court. I
felt her emotional state, then caught her eyes and did a deep scan.
Lying on her bed. Feeling the wetness between her legs as her father
clumsily
climbed between them and slid himself into her. A few moments of himself
shoving
himself into her, and the feel of his cock growing deep inside her and
releasing
its seed. The scent of sweat, and their combined juices mingling on the
sheets a
low tear dragging from her eye as he walked out telling her to be ready for
tomorrow night. I dug deeper. This had been going on for about a year. What
did
daddy do for a living? Bank manager, perfect. I grinned and got up from my
table
after getting her address from her mind.
I was about halfway to the mall door, when I felt a hand take my arm. I
looked
back and there was the girl. "What did you do back there?" She said with an
angry look.
"I have no idea what you're talking about." I said and started walking
again.
She was following and kept talking in a low tone.
"You saw! You saw what I go through every night, and now your just walking
away?" She said as we made our way out into the parking lot.
"Look I might be doing more than just walking away, but you have to keep
your
mouth shut." All I needed was a nice quiet place to make her forget about
this.
"Will you make him go away? Make him stop? Please? I'll do anything." She
emphasized anything as she spoke. I got to my car. And opened the door. Then
looked at her and said, "Get in."
She did so without a word. After I had backed out of my space and got moving
toward a road I looked at her. "Would you really do anything?"
"If it got rid of him." She said looking downcast.
"And of your own free will?"
"Yes."
"I'll take care of your dad, but you will belong to me. Now tell me if you
agree."
She thought about it. Then looked at me. "You've got a deal."
"It'll be done by the weekend. Now then take off your panties." I used no
command when I said it a simple declaration. She did so after a moment's
hesitation. I looked her over again. She was cute in a school brain sort of
way.
Her hair was long and just kept enough to make it amenable. Her hair framed
a
face that was cute and verged on pretty; in a few years she'd be a real
looker.
Her breasts were about "B" cups but would likely change to.
I reached into her mind and slowly made her nervous system a little more
sensitive. Then slid a hand up her skirt. Running a finger up her bare pussy
then slowly stroking her clit. She gasped as she felt the sensation. And her
emotional state was interesting, disgusted, and excited at the same time.
For
all the fucking dear old dad subjected her to he had never really done much
for
her, big shock. I kept massaging her clit as we drove. A new macro plan
forming
in my head. Soon I felt moisture dripping out her pussy and she was moaning
next
to me. I turned into a local park and found a secluded area by a large shade
tree. "Get out." I said to her, and she rose on shaky legs. She stood by the
side of the car as I approached her. I looked down at her and smiled then
slowly
slid down onto my knees, lifting her skirt as I did so. There was the cutest
little pussy I had ever seen. A light covering of fine hair and a small
hooded
clit waited for me. She opened her legs unconsciously. As I moved my mouth
over
it and slowly licked the lips. She gasped. "What are you doing?" Then she
simply
started breathing deeply as I sucked my clit into her mouth and slid a
finger
into her hole, tickling her insides as my mouth worked her button. Within a
few
moments she was Cumming, leaving a trail of her juices running down the
sides of
her thighs. I held her up on shaky legs then turned her around. Loosing my
cock
from my pants and lifting her skirt over her ass. She groaned and ground
back on
me as I slid into her tight little sheath.
"Are you an angel or a devil? She asked as I grabbed her breasts in my
hands.
"Maybe a little of both." I said and played with her nipples through her
bra.
"Are you ready to be my tool?"
I was fucking her deep and hard now, savoring every stroke as my cock
plumbed
her depths. She was breathing deeply as I did. "Does it mean my daddy will
stop?"
"Yes"
"Does it mean I get more of this?"
"Yes"
"I'm yours."
I didn't puzzle out why she wanted less of fucking dad, and more fucking me,
I
was a little busy. I could feel my plan falling into place as took this cute
little girl in park where anyone could see us. The thrill of what was to
come
ran through my head, and I felt myself release into her.
We both leaned into each other to keep standing. I chuckled as I got my
breath
back. "You know in all the confusion I never got your name."
She smiled up at me. "Karen, I'm Karen. And what is your name?"
I thought about it." For now to you I'm sir"
If anything she smiled wider. "Yes sir."
"Now then lets get down to business, we're going to your home."
"Yes sir." She got back into the car, and we drove a short distance to her
home.
As we walked up the house I looked at her. "Open the door and head straight
to
your room. Don't come down unless I say"
"Yes sir." Karen opened the door and I walked in. Daddy was sitting in the
living room and turned his head.
"Who?" He said as I came in then froze with a mental command.
"Now then Mr. Matthews I believe we need to talk." From there I implanted
commands into his mind. He had the look of someone who was ready for a good
old-fashioned sleep walk. Of course that wasn't on the schedule. Within
minutes
I was done and part of the larger plan was ready. I got up and walked
upstairs.
I was at Karen's room
And looking in just a few steps. "I think you can expect a night of
uninterrupted sleep." I said looking at her. Her face brightened nicely.
"I'll
be back at the mall tomorrow, meet me there." We have things we need to
discuss."
She smiled and lifted the covers on her bed. She was nude underneath. "Maybe
you'd like a reward?"
"Tomorrow, I still have things I need to do." She pouted. "Don't worry I'll
collect my reward in spades. Tomorrow." She smiled and blew a kiss as I
walked
out the door.
Now then all I needed was a location. And couple of cars. This was going to
be
great.


Chapter 3
By Michael Mccallum

I spent the next day trolling for yuppies at the mall. Thirty six hundred
dollars later I went back to work on the plan for Karen and her father. I
had
set the commands in his brain last night than told him to forget we met. The
commands would take place over the next two days and culminate Friday.
Fridays
are big days for banks, where they have to be cash rich to handle the influx
of
paychecks. If I was going to make a huge score and make sure that Karen's
dad
went away forever it would have to be on a Friday.
In the meantime I got my hands on a couple of cars, for the big day then
relaxed
for a bit. And took stock of my position. I had about 8,000. Cash. And would
be
sure to make more. Not including Fridays haul if all went well. From there,
well
I could definitely move onto bigger and better things. I made my way out of
the
house, and to a payphone. Then dialed Karen's number. "Hello." I heard her
voice
on the other end of the phone. "It's me, be in the parking lot of the mall
in an
hour." I replied then hung up.
I had plans for Karen, but it would involve her doing some training. I had
an
idea for someone who could help that along.
So while I drove to the malls parking lot I took more time to think. Now
that I
had this power what would I do with it? Okay now lets assume that all your
basic
needs are taken care of. I didn't have to worry about money. So that solved
a
bundle of them there. It was now painfully obvious that sex was now pretty
much
on demand however I wanted it. I mean a slow descent into an amoral abyss
sounds
like fun, but I had a feeling it had its drawbacks. Besides after touching
Karen's mind I had a feeling that maybe along the way I could straighten out
some bad people. As ways to balance ones karma goes it sounded like a good
plan.
Just then there was a rap on my car window. Karen was standing beside the
car on
the passenger side. I motioned to her and she got in. "Hi sir" She said
getting
in. She was wearing a knee length skirt and a blue cotton blouse. A very
cute
kind of schoolgirl look for her. Well come to think of it she was a
schoolgirl.
"What are we doing today?"
I smiled at her. "Today you're beginning your service to me."
She nodded. "Yes sir." Her voice sounded hesitant.
"Don't worry, I think over time you'll enjoy it."
She smiled a little. "I know sir, and that worries me."
"Why?"
"Well with dad he forced himself on me. After Mom died he decided that I was
going to take her place." She paused. "I never really liked it. But last
night,
I don't know, you actually acted like you wanted me to have fun." Her
shoulders
slumped. "And I did, does that make me a slut?"
I saw where we were going and turned down the avenue. "No, it makes you
confused, but all things considered there's nothing wrong with that. You're
supposed to enjoy it. What your father did was take what was yours, and by
Friday you'll have a small piece of it back." I pulled into the hotel. For
the
time being I didn't want Karen to know where "Sir" lived. It was still new
to me
and I felt a need to be cautious.
We walked into the place and I collected my key, I kept my mind open to
listen
for anyone on the hotel staff who found us odd. Fortunately no one did. It
was a
fairly upscale place, and they had seen they're fair share of men walking
through with all sorts of ladies on their arms. We arrived at a fourth floor
room and walked in. Karen stood there nervously. "What do I do now?" She
asked.
"It's time you recognized that you're a sexy lady, and that can make you a
very
valuable tool, or weapon. Sit down on the bed." She did, sitting with very
closed body language. "Now then slide off your panties slowly for me." She
did
so slowly. And then settled back. I could see up her legs, it seemed like
she
was getting the hang of this game. She had found a nice pose to put herself
on
display. "Now slide a finger up your skirt. Reveal yourself a little at a
time."
She did so, with a slight grin on her face. "Trying to teach me how to be a
tease sir?" as her thigh came exposed. "Exactly. Men love to see a lady on
display, but the key is to show enough but not all." Karen took to her new
role
like a fish to water. Pretty soon she was grinning and posing like a playboy
model. Shedding more of her clothes as we went along. Soon she was naked and
flushed. I smiled and got down on my knees. And kissed my way up her thigh.
She
giggled as I did so. "So I'm going to be your weapon?" She asked. I licked
the
inside of her thigh where it joined with the hip.
"Yes you are." I replied smelling her arousal as I moved my head higher.
"Against people like my dad?" She said as I slowly licked my way around her
vulva, collecting her juices on my tongue. "Yes like him and others." She
shivered as I ran my tongue slowly over her clit. And I slowly slid a finger
up
her pussy. "I think I could enjoy this." She said looking down at me at
work. I
grinned up at her. "I know I can."
The next two days passed like a blur, I fleeced the two thousand dollar suit
crowd like a madman for a few hours on both days and made off with a healthy
chuck of change, most of which I stashed in the event Fridays pay day went
to
shit. A good wad of cash as get away money is always a good idea when you've
got
a major score on the burner. On Thursday I found the perfect location for
the
transfer of cash. I used a couple of quick commands on the farmer who owned
the
land to convince him he didn't want to be anywhere near the old deserted
barn on
the far edge of the property on Friday night. He walked away smiling but
puzzled, and I walked away and dialed my cell phone adding the last piece to
Karen's Fathers commands. It had been a hard days work. I decided to reward
myself.
In my younger years I had bounced at strip clubs and from that point on I
had
always found them fascinating. Not just for the women, although I'll be
honest
that certainly did help. But also to watch all the games and such played
between
the ladies and the customers. The marks in the club were always trying to
pick
up girls at the place, meanwhile the girls worked the marks and did their
best
to make sure they bought over priced watered down drinks like they were
going to
stop making them.
I sat and watched the show of parading female flesh and the eyes lusting
after
them, Chuckling to myself knowing that I could pull any one of these girls
if I
was so inclined. It almost took the fun out of the game, almost.
Which is when she came on stage. She stood about 5'8' with a trim build and
long
black hair, She had a cute but kind of lived in face with a slightly up
turned
nose. Her name was Lori, and a couple of years ago we had been on again off
again lovers. Usually when one or the other of us had gotten horny we'd
call. I
waited till she was about a minute into her song then walked up and slid a
twenty dollar bill into the waist band if her panties. She smiled down and
leaned down to kiss me. "Got a chair warm for me?" She asked. "For you
always."
I smiled and walked back to my table Oddly enough it was in a darker section
of
the bar, Kind of like I planned it that way.
The song ended and she descended down onto the main floor of the bar. Then
walked over to my table. She took her seat gracefully just as a waitress
asked
if I wanted to buy her a drink. I nodded yes, and she walked off. Lori
pulled
the bills from her panties and bra and smiled at me. "A twenty? You must be
flush these days."
"Yep very much so, got lucky in an investment." I replied with a grin.
"Really, give me your brokers name. Lord knows I could use him.
The waitress came back with the drinks and I paid. "So what are you up to
these
days?" I asked. She smiled wickedly. "The usual, no good." She said as her
hand
fell on mine drawing little circles on the top. I grinned and let my mind
open.
Lori is a lot of fun to be with but she has a small psychological disorder
called Multiple personality disorder.
I had an idea for a new use of my abilities but I'd have to get her alone to
do
it. If it worked she'd make a fine addition to the team so to speak. Her
mind
was a little dulled by the drinks she'd had, but it was still just
suppressing
the whirl of data the various voices she had were trying to shout at her. I
wondered how she dealt with it all the time.
"Hmmm. Think you can leave earlier than closing time?" I asked.
"No problem I'll tell Sheri I just met a hot trick." She said. "How are you
set
for cash?"
"How much do you need?"
"A hundred should convince her that my services are needed elsewhere." She
said
with a grin. I reached in and pulled out my roll and counted out the money.
She
walked up to the bar and talked to the owner, Sherri, a middle aged lady who
was
a former stripper, then pressed something into her hand and walked back.
"Let me
get changed and we'll be on our way." I nodded and finished my coke. A few
minutes later Lori walked out in a short dress and revealing blouse and we
made
our out to the car.
I have to admit that driving home was bit hard, what with my hand being busy
playing with Lori's pussy. As usual she wasn't wearing panties. We kissed
our
way up the stairs to my apartment, and I managed to get the door open with a
no
look move. We wasted no time making it to the bedroom. All the while I was
using
my abilities to raise her excitement level.
"Do you want a piece of this boss?" She asked playing a fairly common scene
we
had done in the past, as she lifted her skirt and wiggled her ass. I grinned
and
reached down and slapped and ass cheek hard. She winced and pouted. As her
finger began moving around in her pussy. I took the finger from there and
took a
long lick as my other hand released the catch on the front of my trousers.
They
hit the floor with a thunk, and I was there in my under wear. "Pull them
down."
I said to her. She did so slowly, acting shy as my cock was released. She
slowly
slid her mouth over it, as her hand resumed its work on her overheated hole.
Lori was damn good at cock sucking. Something I quickly remembered as she
built
up suction around my rod. I took her hair in hand and guided her pace up and
down it. She was making groaning noises as I moved in and out of her mouth.
I
could feel my excitement building, and as I didn't want round one to be over
yet. "Turn around and put your ass in the air." I said with a growl. She did
so
with a slight whimpering sound. Lori was the type who liked to be owned, and
possessed in bed. I got behind her and with little preamble threaded myself
into
her. Moving deeply into her in a single stroke. She gasped and pushed back
at me
hard. I bent forward and took her breasts in hand. Then quickly picked up
the
pace. She liked these scenes hard and rough. I squeezed her breasts hard,
mauling them as I plundered her pussy as hard as I could. Then bent down and
bit
her neck. That did it, she came on the spot, moaning and shuddering as I
took a
break giving her a chance to recover. Then began fucking her again, as I
felt
the last movements of her orgasm course through her.
"Oh you bastard you know what I want." She whispered as I moved in her
deeply.
I knew too, but it was all part of the game. "Well then you better tell me
whore." Then bent down to bite and suck at her shoulder.
She took a second to groan as I reached down and fondled her clit. "God damn
you
give me what I want."
I grabbed her hair and pulled her back onto me as hard as I could. She bent
down
and screamed into a pillow. The lifted her head. "My ass. Take my ass."
I pushed her hips down and slid out of her pussy, then moved my cock up to
her
hole. Then slid just the head into her tight opening. "Show me you want it."
She
pushed her ass up back at me, and then I moved deeper into her. She was
every
bit as tight there as I remembered it took some effort to get into her
backdoor
She was growling into her pillow now. As I began to ram her ass hard, I
could
feel her finger move up and tickle my balls. "Oh, your gonna make cum in you
whore." I said. Shoving into her with an attitude.
"Do it boss, cum in my ass." I thrust quicker into her butt, picking up the
pace
to bring on my climax, then shouted as I felt my sperm release. Through my
orgasmic haze I heard Lori growl out her own orgasm. Then fell back onto the
bed, pulling her in close with me. We both lay there in the post orgasmic
glow
for a while until she got up and walked to the bathroom. I heard the sound
of
running water and then the flushing of the toilet then she came and rejoined
me.
"You worked me over pretty good." She said taking a warm cloth to my cock
and
cleaning it off. "Sure looked like you were having fun." I said reaching
down
and running a finger over her tummy. "I'm not complaining. Just making a
statement of fact." She got done with her work with the cloth then snuggled
her
head into my lap. "So how long do I have to wait before a rematch?"
I grinned. "Give me some time, and a little incentive." She smiled and
kissed
the head of my dick. "That's a good start."
A few hours later I was watching her breathe rhythmically as she slept. Time
to
give it a try. I reached out with my mind and touched her mind as she slept.
Lori had four distinct personalities that showed up with some degree of
regularity. I dug deep into her mind and did my best to find the events that
formed all of them. Slowly I worked my way into them and began to see if I
could
integrate her little friends back together again.
I was stunned at the variety of experiences floating around her mind.
Molestation by her father, her uncle killing her mother, and other events
that
were every bit as hard to take. No wonder her mind fragmented. I could feel
a
tear leave her eye and drip down my hand as I went to work reintroducing the
various parts of her mind. It was hard work acting as a moderator for the
four
of them to meet and form a cohesive whole. But soon it all felt like it came
together. Of course I wouldn't know till morning. I didn't really feel like
making her up and asking. "Hi I just did psychic surgery on you. Did it
work?"
The morning arrived quickly enough, and I felt seriously under slept as Lori
stirred next to me. I heard her walk off to the bathroom, then settle back
next
to me. To be honest I was still hazy as I worked my way back into
consciousness,
and had almost forgotten about last night's hard work.
We both went through the motions of the morning as Lori spent the day
looking
puzzled. Finally she turned and looked at me. "What did you do to me?" She
asked
quietly.
"Uh, I think I managed to merge Sarah and Lori and all the other voices
running
through your head." She paused at that.
"How?"
"Well remember how I was talking about how I got flush?"
"Yes?"
"Well I didn't tell the whole story." So I did, informing her of how I could
read minds and make people do my bidding. When I was done she shook her
head.
"I don't believe a word of it." She said and walked to the bedroom.
"Stop." I projected into her mind. She came to a sudden stop. "Turn around."
She
did so automatically. "Do you believe me now?" I thought into her mind. She
nodded. "So what do you want with me?" She asked.
"How would you like to make a fortune and maybe undo some bad people in the
process?" I asked.
"Sell me on it." She said with a firm resolve of someone who has been
trading
her body for years.
So I did, giving her just the bare bones of my plan. By the time I was done
she
was smiling. "I'm in."
It was Friday morning. Now all I had to do was succeed at my plan for the
day,
and all things would be off to a good start.


Chapter four
By Michael Mccallum

Friday, the big day of the scam. Okay after my talk with Lori I decided to
take
a quick nap to keep myself alert. Then once after waking around ten O'clock
I
got showered dressed, and slipped out to use a pay phone on the other end of
town. A quick call To Karen's father confirmed that he was still on board
for
the plan. Which left me six hours to nail down the specifics that needed
doing.
Theresa had the day off so she became my accomplice. She drove with me out
to
the barn, and parked the second car in there. Then back to town with me, and
joined me for lunch. She was far more radiant in her off duty hours, with
her
hair down and her professional demeanor turned off. She kept hinting that we
should find a nice quiet place to relax. I smiled at her and said I would be
happy to take her out for a late dinner and some fun. She pouted in a cute
sort
of way but accepted. Part of me was tempted to call Lori and get a threesome
going on, but decided I'd save that for later. Right now I needed to stay
focused.
I had called a for sale ad the day before and had purchased a pistol. A
quick
stop at an auto parts store gave me what I needed for a simple silencer. So
now
a personal weapon was off my list of things I needed. I had also scanned a
local
junkyard. Plenty of old cars with open trunks, so I also had a ready made
place
to dispose of it if I had to use it.
Then after reviewing everything for about the thousandth time, I called
Karen. I
had picked up a cell for her to use, but hadn't added my number to the speed
dial yet. I'd have to teach her how to be sneaky first. "Hello?" She asked
from
the end of the line.
"It's me. Remember to wait until about nine before you call you anyone." I
said.
"Understood. I'll be waiting at home."
"Good I'll call you Monday to let you know what's going on."
"I have to wait that long?" She said with almost a whine to her voice.
"I'm afraid so, just keep the phone on silent and I'll leave a message of
where
to get in touch with me."
She sighed. "Okay, I'll be waiting."
And then from there it was sit and wait. I stopped by Barnes and Noble and
grabbed a book. Then stopped at a truck stop for dinner. Randomly scanning
the
people there for practice and for fun. I decided not to fleece anyone here,
as
most of them were cash poor. I fingered the pocketful of getaway money
absently
from time to time. I knew it was a good plan, but a lot could go wrong. I
had
set up a couple of stashes for cash, so I could split town quick if I had
to,
now it was just all about trying to keep that from happening.
Finally I drove to the pick up point, and waited.
I had waited for about 45 minutes when he pulled in. He was driving the
first
car I had gotten. Having left his car at the airport parking lot, in the
back
was about six million dollars he had simply walked out of the bank with.
Some of
it was cash, the rest bonds. All delivered on his signature. I grinned and
tucked my pistol under my jacket.
He got out and began loading the money into the second car. All the while I
stayed hidden. Waiting for him to finish. As he put the last box in the
trunk I
cleared my throat behind him. He jumped about six feet up in the air. "Who
the
fuck are you?" He asked.
"Me?" I replied. "I'm the founder of the feast, I gave you this little
idea." I
said gesturing to the cars trunk.
He looked confused. "You see I'm a rather special man. I saw what you were
doing
to your daughter in her mind, and decided it was time for you to do
something to
make up for it." I reached out with my mind and took control of him. "So
you're
going to contribute quite nicely to little Karen's College fund, and I'll
make
off with the rest." He was trying to resist, trying so hard he had nearly
turned
purple. I didn't want him to die yet so. "Go have a seat in your car." He
did so
automatically. I handed him 20 large plastic tubes. "Have a treat, my way of
saying thanks for the money, and for Karen, she's really a sweet girl." He
eyed
them like a kid at Christmas. Especially since I had wiped a little memory
from
his mind. You see Karen's dad was diabetic.
And I had just given him twenty jumbo size pixie sticks.
I sat there and watched as he sucked down the first five. Then went over to
the
car and went through the boxes. I decided counting out six million dollars
was a
lot of work best done elsewhere. Then turned back to him, He was on twelve
and
slowing down.
And then there was the last part of the play I checked the timers on the
little
toys I had set around the barn. Then armed them all. Fifteen minutes. Plenty
of
time.
Karen's dad was now out cold. I felt his pulse. Weak and off time. He'd
probably
be dead by the time they went off, if not, well no one walks away from a
blast
of vaporized gasoline and thermite. He'd be dead from the concussion first
if
not the flash of heat immediately after.
I got into the car and backed out of the barn, then found a nice spot off
the
road to watch. Right as my watch hit twelve on the second hand the charges
lit
off, throwing debris and burning thermite over a pretty wide area. What was
left
of the barn collapsed in on itself and on top of the car Karen's dad was in.
The
police would eventually identify the body, but it would take some time. Long
enough for me to take some of the money and bonds across the border to
Canada
open an account and then wire deposits to it over time. I drove off with a
smile. Much to my surprise the day had come off without a hitch.
I stashed the car in a storage unit and took a box of money back to my
apartment. Kind of foolish I know, but if someone got lucky and jacked the
storage unit I'd still have about a million and a half to work with. Then I
called Theresa. Time to celebrate.
I called a local Italian joint and had food and champagne delivered. Then
waited
for the lady to come. Theresa knocked on my door about half an hour later
and
walked in wearing a cute little slacks and blouse combination. As usual she
looked so much better when she was off work. Her olive complexion seemed a
little darker and her eyes lacked the bags of someone who was looking after
the
health of the people on her ward. Tonight she seemed care free, and relaxed.
I
invited her into the living room for dinner. Where the night's feast was set
up
on the coffee table, and the champagne was iced in a large bowl I usually
reserved for popcorn.
"I didn't know it would be such a high class setting." Theresa said looking
it
over.
I lit a couple of tapered candles. "I decided to go for warm and cozy over
sophisticated and cold." I said with a grin and slowly opened the bottle of
champagne. I poured two half glasses, and handed one to her.
I lifted the glass and said. "To a job well done." She tipped her glass and
touched mine. She looked at me. "So I take it whatever you had to do today
went
well?"
"Better than I could have hoped." I replied and took a seat on the floor.
She
joined me and I doled out linguini and clams in white wine sauce. We both
dug in
as the conversation continued. "So what were you doing if I may ask?"
"Working on the transfer of some bonds." I said with a straight face.
"I thought you were in tech maintenance." She said as she delicately wrapped
a
fork full of pasta.
"I am, a while back I installed a comp network for a local brokerage, the
guy
who runs the show likes to have me there in the event something happens
during a
major deal." I replied, and wiped a piece of bread into the sauce.
"Must be nice to be in demand."
"It has its rewards. Getting paid a chunk of change to sit around and read
Spin,
while the brokers all sweat a deal has its moments."
"Great so how do I get into something like that?"
"Thinking of a change in direction?" I asked as I refilled her glass.
"Maybe." She said as she took the glass. "I like a lot of what I do, but it
does
take a lot out of you, I don't want to wind up like the lifers at the
hospital.
All lines and exhaustion." She finished her plate and handed it to me. I got
up
and took the plates to the kitchen. Then came back in where she had taken a
seat
on the couch and patted the spot next to her. I smiled and joined her.
She leaned her shoulder onto mine as I got settled and ran a finger up her
neck.
I worked up the back of her neck and rubbed it back and forth. She purred a
little as I worked it down her spine. "Take off your shirt and I'll help you
relax." I purred into her ear. "Or maybe get me worked up then relax me?"
She
said with a chuckle. "Gee what a great idea, wish I had thought of it
first."
"Wiseass." She said but began unbuttoning her shirt.
Okay, allow me a moment here. I know its infantile but there is something
about
having a set of woman's breasts free and in your hands. It's the ultimate
soporific, for that moment all is right with the world. I took the time to
enjoy
the firmness and feel of them. I noticed my attentions seemed to be going
over
well with Theresa, who was sighing gently as I played with her breasts. I
kissed
my way down her neck, and then down the inside of her arm. Her breath caught
as
I did so.
I was kind of operating on autopilot at the time and my brain kind of
drifted.
Sex with Laurie was just plain fucking, primal raw and intense. Sex with
Karen
was an exploration, teaching and learning at the same time. Sex with Theresa
was
almost a healing act, there was a great deal of both of us trying to outdo
the
other in pleasure, and just plain enjoying taking the other one higher.
A pleasant thought for me to have as I was pulling down her pants and
enjoying
the sight of her dark red panties before me. I nuzzled my face in her belly
as
my finger crept higher up her leg. Slowly tracing her nether lips through
her
panties. Feeling her breath pause I did so. Enjoying the feel of her damp
heat
through the silk. I smiled and kissed my way down to the border of where the
panties met exposed skin, and kissed along the line as my hand slowly pulled
them down and onto her legs. She slowly ground her legs together to get them
off
as her hands reached down and undid my zipper. Then the button on the top of
my
jeans, I did a similar motion to hers as she pushed them down and within
moments
we were both naked. My fingers gently exploring her sex as her hand slowly
moved
up and down the length of my cock.
"We could move to the bedroom." I said lying on top of her. Her fingers were
doing a wonderful job of keeping my attention.
"No, right here and right now." She said and opened her legs lowering me a
little and bringing the head of my cock to just above the entrance to her
pussy.
I smiled and ground it slowly over clit. She gasped. "Feeling impatient?" I
asked. Her hand was still connected to me. And she slowly pushed me down and
into her.
I moved my hips forward just a little seating myself at her entrance. Her
hips
ground up at me, but I did my best to keep her from moving me farther in.
"Tell
me what you want." I said taking her hands and holding them over hand.
"Fuck me Damn You!"
With an invitation like that who could refuse. I slid in deeply and took all
that I could. Working her slow at first, savoring each inch of her depths,
and
then picking up the pace. Theresa Worked equally under me, moving her hips
in
time to mine and moving her mouth to my neck and biting slowly. It was
quickly
feeling like I might be reaching a crisis point for me, when I reached down
and
rubbed her clit with a finger. She looked up at me with half closed eyes and
I
realized She wasn't too far off either. I looked down at her. "I'm almost
there." I said watching as her marvelous chest heaved up at me. As I bent
down
to take a nipple in my mouth I heard her say. "I'm right with you." And with
that I felt myself tighten and release into her, at about the same time I
felt
her muscles quiver under me, and she let loose and almost ultrasonic shriek.
As I felt the last of my orgasm course through me I pulled her over so we
were
lying next to each other on the couch. I felt a damp bit of hair stray over
my
eyes, and wondered if it really could get much better than this.


Chapter 5
By Michael Mccallum

Daylight brought me awake at about 9, as I felt Theresa stretch alongside
me.
From the window I heard the sound of morning traffic running below. I got up
slowly so as not to wake her, and made my way to the bathroom. Then took
care of
the usual morning business. I still had to pack a traveling bag, but that
wouldn't be too much effort. I looked in the mirror and grinned at the rate
my
hair was growing back, not enough to really need combing, but it would be
soon.
From there I hopped back into bed with Theresa who was now in the waking up
process herself. I smiled and ran a finger up her neck. She smiled and
yawned.
"I'm sore," she said, "must have been a fun night."
"I certainly thought it was." I replied and kissed her neck.
"So when can we do this again?" She said rolling over and clutching the
sheet to
her chest. I grinned and pulled it down so I could see her breasts. She mock
sighed and let me. "Well I'll be back in town Thursday. Maybe a dinner
date?"
"Hmmm perhaps. Will we be going out or staying in?." She said as I ran a
finger
up her side.
"Not sure yet, all I know is as far as I'm concerned, you're going to be
dessert."
She blushed a little at that. "Your incorrigible."
"So don't incorrige me." She groaned and got up off the bed heading toward
the
bathroom. Moving her cute but with more sway to it than usual. I enjoyed the
show, then began packing as soon as the door closed. I got done at about the
same time she finished showering, and was getting dressed as she came out.
She pouted at me as I zipped up my pants. "Awwww. I thought we might have
some
fun before I had to go." Her lower lip dropped cutely. "I have to get going
dear." I responded. "Besides I thought you were sore." She got up onto the
bed
and opened her towel revealing her wonderfully nude body to me. I felt a
stirring. Then her hands came up and unbuttoned my pants. She was working my
dick out from under my underwear when she said "My mouth isn't sore" as she
slowly licked the underside of my shaft.
"The hell with it, a little delay wouldn't kill me." I thought as she
swallowed
me whole.
About an hour later I left, went to the storage unit and collected my
ill-gotten
gains. Made a quick stop at a computer store and paid cash for laptop. Then
called Lori, and had her meet me at a restaurant.
Lori dressed a little more conservatively today, spray on jeans with no
panty
lines, a tight button up top, and her hair tied back into a ponytail. We
chatted
about pleasantries while we ate and from there it was onto the road trip. As
we
drove I handed the laptop to Lori and asked her to look up the latest news.
The
computer had a wireless modem so it was fairly easy to use while on the
road.
So far the local news for our city had as a page two story the disappearance
of
a bank manager. His daughter had called the police last night and said he
hadn't
come home yet. Somewhere in the local news section there was mention of a
vicious fire at a local farm, but no mention of the car or body yet. Cool, I
still had a head start on any investigation.
"You did all that? Lori asked.
"Yep." I said simply
"Why?"
"Well first there was this cute little girl."
"Do I get to meet her?" Lori asked.
"As a matter of fact you do, and you even get to do terrible things to her."
I
replied, Lori had a thing for members of her own sex, to put it mildly.
"Oh good, I was hoping you'd let me play a little."
"Dear I have plans on letting you play a lot."
"Excellent, now back to your story."
"Well anyway the little girl, whose name is Karen, had a very bad daddy who
happened to be a bank manager."
"So you saw way to take care of two issues at once."
"Exactly." I replied.
"You know I think I'm going to like this little group your putting
together."
"I certainly hope so."
We drove till a few hours after dark then pulled into a motel. I left to get
dinner for us both then returned to find Lori had changed. Now, instead of
jeans
etc., She had changed into garter belt, stockings, heels and a bra that did
wonders for her already generous cup size. I set down the bag of burgers and
pushed her to the bed.
"Dinner's going to get cold." She said.
"Looks like the first course is already warm."
I pushed her legs open and slid my face between them. Then took a long lick
of
her already moist pussy. I took a quick break and said. "Have you been
thinking
dirty thoughts?"
"Yes." She said quietly as my tongue moved up her thigh.
"Tell me about them."
"I want to play with your little friend." She moaned as my tongue found her
clit.
"I wanna open her pretty little thighs and kiss and suck them till she begs
me
to eat her pussy. Oh god." She said that as I stuck a finger into her tight
hole. And my mouth gently sucked on her clit. I'm going to eat her till
she's
dry, then turn her over and do horrible things to her ass." She was
breathing
heavily now. "I'm going to make her watch as you fuck me, and then have her
lick
while you take my ass." She was having trouble speaking. I slid another
finger
up her ass. That did it, all talk ceased as she grabbed a pillow and covered
her
face to scream. I grinned and kept going, trying to make her cum last as
long as
it could. Finally she settled back. "Damn. This going to be a hell of a trip
isn't it?" she said.
"Yep, now then bend over and open your pussy for me, dear. I want to
terrible
things to you." She grinned and shakily moved to the center of the bed. She
pulled the pillow so she could rest her elbows on it. "Am I going to be your
nasty little whore tonight?" She said meekly.
"You certainly are, now move your hand down and play with that hot wet thing
of
yours." She did so and gasped as her finger trailed over her already
sensitive
pussy.
"Ohh this makes me think you want more than just my little box." She said
with a
cute smile.
"Oh I want all of you tonight. I said and trailed my cock over her mouth.
She
stuck out a tongue tentatively. Then quickly moved forward and sucked me. I
grabbed her hair and moved her back and forth on me.
Oh yeah it was going to be a hell of trip. Assuming of course I survived all
of
Lori attentions along the way. Not that I would mind.
We left early the next morning, and managed to make Toronto by mid
afternoon. It
was a Sunday so the banks were closed but I did surprise myself by finding a
corporate lawyer available on a Sunday. Of course waving a hundred grand US
retainer under his nose probably helped. He came to my hotel, and proceeded
to
take care of all the paperwork I needed, and then said he would set up a
meeting
with a local bank to arrange the deposit of funds that would be needed to
open
up the account for my little company. Good. That would shave off a day on my
schedule, and make any funds I deposited that much harder to trace.
Lori and I celebrated once he left with a spending spree, dropping about
fifty
grand on clothes jewelry and other items, I was more than pleased to spend a
couple of hours playing judge as Lori raided Victoria Secret for all it was
worth, and modeling every outfit they had available.
We celebrated back in the hotel too. I had to resist the suggestion Lori
made
about "convincing" the cute little clerk from Victoria's to join us for the
evening. Not that I minded her suggestion, but well, there were plenty of
papers
lying around the hotel room, that I didn't really want people to see. I
promised
her happy hunting rights on Monday.
So the next day I rose and consummated my business, using my abilities to
keep
the lawyer honest, and the bank president from being suspicious of a deposit
of
half a million dollars cash. And the use of three large safety deposit
boxes. I
managed to make him think that this was all normal and tipped him ten grand
for
the strain I was causing his poor overworked brain.
By three O'clock it was all said and done, I was in business. Mostly, I just
had
to go home and find a business or two to buy up, and use as a means
laundering
all the rest of the money. I left the bank with a satisfied grin, a credit
card
for me, another card for the business, and a checkbook, all the tools
necessary
to cause havoc.
Lori was waiting for me in the room. Well, waiting wasn't really the right
word.
She was busy nursing at the breasts of a young blonde haired lady as her
finger
slid slowly in and out of her pussy. The blonde looked up in shock as I
walked
in, but Lori disengaged herself from a nipple and said. "It's okay he's with
me." The girl slowly let her head fall back. I decided to help her relax a
little and sent a message of. "This is all perfectly natural just enjoy
yourself." She smiled and purred as Lori kissed her way down her body.
I kept watching the show as Lori pleasured the girl. Stopping at the mini
bar
for a soda and shedding my pants along the way. The room was over run with
the
smell of two aroused women and that combined with the sight of the two
ladies in
carnal rapture was enough aphrodisiac for me. I watched as Lori dipped her
mouth
into the girl's pussy and began licking her gently. As the pretty little
thing
began arching her hips rhythmically into her mouth, I grinned and dried my
fingers then moved my hands to the girls breasts and played with the nipples
that sat upon what looked like a nice set of "C" cups. Soon between Lori's
tongue and my fingers the girl shivered her orgasm under us then opened her
eyes.
"My god if that's just the start I can't wait to see what's next." The girl
said
in a breathless voice.
Lori stood up between her thighs, and grinned. "How does she taste?" I
asked.
"Want to find out?" She asked. I stepped forward and kissed Lori deeply,
sharing
the taste of the girl's arousal between us. "Not bad." I said. "Good, I'll
be
tasting it off your prick in a while, now go to work on her." I smiled and
dropped my shorts. The girl grinned as I moved up between her legs and slid
my
prick over the entrance to her hole. She wiggled like a puppy as it moved
over
her clit. I smiled moved myself over her then slid in deeply in one stroke
eliciting a gasp from her as it moved in. Damn this girl was tight. But she
made
an excellent ride as started a slow rhythm in her. Lori watched for a bit
then
got up onto the bed and straddled the girls face. She was facing me as I saw
her
face tighten as the girl went to work on her pussy.
"How does she feel on your cock?" Lori asked as her hands trailed down the
girls
breasts.
"Amazing, you made an excellent choice dear." I said and picked up the pace
in
the girls tight channel.
"My god the way she's licking me. You'd never guess she was so young." Lori
groaned to me.
"Where did you find her?" I asked, this was a fun way to keep us both going
longer, trying to maintain a conversation as we both used the girl for our
own
ends.
"Local college. She's a freshman." Lori Gasped. "Oh she is so naughty. She
just
stuck a finger in my ass."
I had to resist the urge to shoot tight then and there. "So how long does
she
have with us?" Lori's fingers were gently twisting the girls nipples. The
pretty
little thing under us began moving more insistently as she did.
"A couple of hours. I think we should do our best to make sure she leaves
walking a little funny."
I groaned as the girl under us began to roll her hips into me. I began to
move
faster. Grabbing her legs and pulling her back onto me, I could hear muffled
sounds coming from her. As I did so, Lori chuckled and said, "Oh come on you
said you needed a good fucking." I almost laughed as the girl made a sounded
that almost sounded like yes, but seeing as how her mouth was busy it was
hard
to tell.
As it was I could feel all the familiar sensations building in me, and I
knew it
wouldn't be long, "I'm almost there, are you going to clean her out?" Lori
positively beamed. "Of course I love the taste of mixed juices."
I ground my cock hard into the girl who was making excited squeals into
Loris
mound. Then came hard, trying my best not to yell as I did so. The girl must
have felt me cum into her as it seemed to set off her orgasm, and Lori
wasn't
far behind. Then we all kind of fell into an exhausted sweaty pile. I did my
best to roll off the girl and pull her to me as Lori lay along side her. She
seemed to recover first as she turned our blonde friend over. And fingered
her
slit, tasting our combined juices there. The girl mumbled. "No, not just
yet",
in a Quebecois accent, but Lori just smiled and collected more on her finger
and
brought it to the girls lips. She weakly licked it from Lori's finger.
Slowly
Lori moved her head down and sucked some more of the mixture from the girls
over
excited hole and then brought it up for her to taste. The two shared a kiss
that
went on for quite a while.
I just sat there and watched their gentle play. It wasn't long though before
we
had to guide our new friend to the shower and help her clean off. Her name I
discovered was Danielle, and she was indeed a student at the local
university.
She shakily put her clothes back on and exchanged contact info with us for
the
next time we came up here.
I grinned as the door shut. "Can't wait to meet Karen can you?"
Lori beamed. "Just wait till you see what I have in mind for her."


Chapter 6
By Michael Mccallum

The trip back was fairly brief, with a few interruptions for food, gas, and
of
course hot intense sex, a way to pass the time that seemed to agree with
both
Lori and I. Along the way I called Karen.
"Hello." She said through her cell.
"It's me, how are things going there?"
"As good as can be expected. The cops and FBI have been over the house about
a
hundred times. They found the body last night, from the questions their
asking I
think they think he blew himself up trying to cover his tracks."
I nodded as I listened, that was the idea I was trying to get across. I hope
they found the notes he wrote at my behest then threw away into the trash.
Trash
pickup was on Tuesdays so they should have found it.
"So where are you now?" I asked.
"With an aunt and uncle. It's sounding like they'll get permanent custody."
She
said hopefully.
"Are they treating you okay?" I asked.
"Yep. Their kids are all away at school, so they're treating me like a
daughter."
"Excellent, do you think you can break free Thursday?"
"Yep, I'll tell them I'll be studying at the library. That should give me
plenty
of time."
"Great. Meet me at the mall as usual, and we'll continue with your lessons."
"Okay, I'll be there with bells on." Her voice sounded happy, which for some
reason lightened my heart a little.
"Good I'll talk to you then." I hung up the phone and turned to Lori. "It
looks
like your prey will be ready Thursday afternoon."
She grinned. "Great, I'm going to enjoy corrupting her."
I took the next day and property shopped. I settled on buying out an old
bookstore in the downtown area. It did decent business and gave me an excuse
to
hire on a few of my closer "friends" Or at least give me an excuse to give
them
money under guise of giving them a salary.
My second property was a bar in town. Bars are a license to both steal and
launder money. Lori smiled at the idea of turning it into a fairly classy
strip
club. Part of me wondered if she was looking forward to "auditioning" the
talent. With a few checks written to the bank in Canada they were both mine.
A
quick call to a local attorney arranged for the licenses and such to be
transferred over to me with a minimum of fuss.
Wednesday I settled back and looked over my handy work. This was going to be
fun
in its own way. I was looking forward to both of the places as recruiting
grounds, money transfer points, and profit centers. All things considered I
was
off to a good start.
Lori settled into my lap. "You look pleased with yourself."
"I am. So far things are going better than I thought." I replied and ran a
finger up her tummy.
"So who's going to run the bar?" She asked trailing her fingers up my chest.
"I figured you'd make a good choice. As long as you promise not to eat all
the
profits." I said with a raised eyebrow.
"How about just enough to keep a smile on my face. And to keep finding a few
to
bring to you to play with."
I did my best to look like I was thinking about it. "Well okay, but keep it
low
key. I don't really want to attract attention."
"No problem, I promise to be your best little procurer of fresh things to
play
with." She said and crossed her heart.
Thursday was kind of a blur. I spent the day talking to the owner of the
bookshop and got the lowdown on how he did things, I decided he liked having
a
low clientele, but one he knew well. I agreed as a matter of principle to
keep
on one of his clerks, who had been there for years, and we parted at about
one.
I'd be taking over on Monday.
From there I had a light lunch and reserved a hotel room at the Doubletree.
I
told Lori to be waiting for me at the hotel bar, and then went to the mall.
Karen was waiting for me on the mall sidewalk as I arrived, so I simply
pulled
up and let her in.
"So what are we doing today sir?" She asked after she got in.
"It's a surprise but I think you'll like it." I said.
Karen was dressed in nice schoolgirl type of outfit, knee length skirt and
white
shirt. I grinned at her outfit, and the thought of how Lori would react to
it.
"So how have you been coping?" I asked as I turned toward our destination.
"Pretty well. Too be honest I miss him a little, they way he used to be,
then I
remember all things he did and thee way he treated me, and well, it gets
easier." She looked down.
I grabbed an envelope out of my jacket and handed it to her. "Take a look at
this."
She opened it and gasped. "Is this for real?" She asked.
I nodded. "Your squared away, there's enough money in that account to pay
for
college well into a doctorate degree. Which leaves me one last question to
ask
you."
"Yes?" She asked expectantly.
"Do you want to keep doing this? To be honest I got what I wanted and you
got
what you wanted. If you want to back out, now would be the time to do it."
She thought about it for a minute. "I want in. You've got power and you want
to
do some exciting things. I want an adventure."
"Adventure means risk Karen, keep that in mind. You might end being involved
in
some bad things." I replied.
"Like grand theft and murder?" she replied. "I got neck deep in this that
night
in the park. If you're going to keep doing things like that, I want in."
"Okay, I just needed to hear you say that." I said. I sighed inwardly, as
this
was both a good and a bad thing. When I first met Karen I was possessed by
desire to prove my powers make some money, and of course have some fun with
the
cute girl. Upon further review I realized that what I was doing with and to
her
was really no different in some was than what her father had done. I mean I
was
using this kid, it was dawning on me slowly that this power meant I was
going to
be crossing quite a few of my own ethical lines. And that was going to take
some
sorting out.
I pulled into the hotel's parking lot and walked through the lobby with
Karen. I
caught Lori's eye at the bar, and she grinned widely when she saw Karen. I
guided Karen to the elevator and from there to the room. We walked in and
she
promptly hopped onto the bed. "How do you want me today sir?" She asked
striking
a pose that hiked her skirt up her thigh.
"Lie back on the bed." I said and she did so quickly. She was grinning at me
as
I ran a hand up her leg.
"Now I want you to raise your hands over your head." She did so stretching
her
herself in a cat like pose. I smiled and removed a silk scarf and slowly
tied
her hands together. She looked a little surprised at that. "What are you
doing?"
She asked.
"Do you trust me?" I asked.
"Yes." She said softly.
"Then I promise your not going to be hurt here, and I promise you're going
to
like what happens." I said looking into her eyes.
"I believe you" she said. With that I tied the other end of the scarf to the
bed. Then produced another scarf and blindfolded her.
"Now then just lie there, this will take a minute." I paged Lori with the
phone.
Then slowly opened the hotel room door a crack. She was there a couple of
minutes later. She grinned like a kid at Christmas and walked into the room.
I
noticed she was wearing some of the clothes from our trip to Great White
North.
A silk skirt and shirt combo that was sexy, but with an air of class. I took
a
chair then settled back to watch as Lori settled on the bed.
Her hand was shaking as she lifted Karen's skirt up past her knees. Karen
automatically opened her legs a little. Then, slowly and gently, she kissed
her
way up the girls thigh. Karen groaned under the languid touches, and I
settled
back into my chair.
Lori lifted her skirt higher, revealing her unclad pussy. She licked the
point
where her thigh joined her hip and tickled it with her tongue. Karen squired
and
began to make a mewling noise like a kitten. Lori then made it a point to
kiss
around her sex, almost but not quite touching the lips and clit of the girl.
I
noticed one of her hands was unbuttoning the girl's blouse.
I was getting extremely aroused by the show, and slowly opened my pants.
Karen
was squirming now, trying to find a way out of the bonds on her hands. Then
quickly Lori took a lick of the length of her pussy, and Karen nearly
screamed
at the feel of it.
I was smiling watching as Lori teased the girl unmercifully for a while then
quickly hit one of her sensitive spots, causing her to gasp and almost lose
it.
Then finally she moved in for the kill, attaching her mouth to the girl's
clit
and sucking it gently. Karen's hips came off the bed and did their best to
force
more of her into Lori's mouth. Lori sucked at her greedily as her hands took
the
girls breasts in hand. Karen's body was under assault in her most sensitive
areas. Needless to say it didn't take long before the little girl came into
Lori's mouth and fell back on the bed completely spent.
Lori lifted her head as Karen lay there breathing hard, trying to recover
from
the older woman's expert ministrations. I smiled as I untied the scarf from
her
eyes. She looked down and saw Lori looking up at her with a cute little
wave.
Karen looked surprised but not shocked as Lori moved up her body and kissed
her.
She was reluctant at first, but then opened her mouth and shared her mouth
with
the woman. "Hmmm I taste good on you." She said when she released the kiss.
"Do
I get to know your name?" She asked.
"Hi. I'm Lori, I'm part of the team too." She said and tickled the girl's
ribs.
Karen giggled. "Well you did say it would be a surprise." She said looking
at me
as I let my under wear hit the floor. "I take it we're not done yet?"
"Not hardly, I have plans for you and Lori today." I said and settled next
to
the girl, untying her hands gently. Once they were free she rubbed her
wrists
and then let her hands fall on both of us. She looked at me. "Is it okay if
I
feel her?"
"Honey go right ahead." Lori said and rolled onto her back. Karen looked at
her
and smiled letting her fingers wander over her arms, as Lori did her best to
wiggle out of her skirt. Which is when Karen giggled and helped her to take
her
top off. Between their efforts Lori was soon almost naked. Only her panties
were
left on, As Karen smiled and ran her fingers over chest. I watched and ran
my
hand over Karen's butt as she ran her hand down the woman's stomach.
"My god your skin is so soft." she said as her hand roamed over her
bellybutton
area. Then slowly tentatively it snaked down and under panties, playing with
the
bare skin around Lori's mound. Lori groaned at her touch, and moved her hips
upward. "Turnabout is only fair play." She said and tickled her there. Lori
jumped, so Karen did it again, getting about the same reaction.
Lori took the girl's hand and shoved it lower. The girl gasped as her
fingers
hit wetness. Then slowly I saw her fingers begin to move under the silk of
the
panties and I saw Lori settle back with a smile. There was look on Karen's
face
that was hard to make out. Satisfaction at the reaction she was getting from
the
lady under her fingers, and sense of disbelief that this was happening at
all.
I smiled and walked over to the side of the bed and took Lori's head in
hand.
Then slowly ran my prick over her lips. She growled and slowly licked it as
it
ran over her mouth. Karen watched in rapt attention as she opened her mouth
and
took me in. Her hand never slowed though. I looked at Karen and said.
"Take them off of her."
She reached down and thumbed down the panties off Lori's hips. I smiled and
watched as she inspected the woman up close. Moving a finger up and down her
slit, while her hand played with a breast. She took the finger from Lori's
vagina and took a quick taste. Then bent down and licked her. Lori gasped
and
then began sucking me in earnest.
"She tastes really good." Karen said, looking up at me from between her
thighs.
"Have as much as you want."
I heard Lori mumble a "Yes" around my cock. From there I settled in and let
myself enjoy the scene and the sensations Lori was creating in me. I could
feel
her breathing quicken as the girl ran her tongue over the sensitive parts of
her
body and I felt her tongue lave me as I worked it in and out of her mouth.
With a pop I pulled my prick from Lori's mouth, then walked down between her
legs. Karen smiled and got up from the work she was doing then reached down
and
put me at the entrance to the woman. She settled onto the bed next to Lori
and
held her as I moved deep into the woman's body. I saw her kiss down the
woman's
neck as I drove in and out of her furiously, possessed by a wild kind of
lust.
She watched me take her as she settled a mouth on her breast and worked the
nipple with her tongue.
It didn't take long, the whole scene had me hot, and I came into Lori with a
rush, grinding hard against her as she pushed her pelvis into mine.
When we came up for air Karen looked at us both. "So does that mean I'm in?"
She
asked with a smile.
"Dear, that means you're both in and next." Lori said as I fell onto the
bed.
"Let me show you how to get a man started again." Karen smiled as Lori began
her
lesson. And I acted as the guinea pig.
In this situation, it's not a bad role to play.


Chapter 7
By Michael Mccallum

I arrived home Thursday night freshly showered and physically drained. At
the
rate I was going, I'd need to have a word with a doctor about Viagra or some
other form of "keep me at attention" pill. I made my way into my apartment
and
took a spare moment to look myself over in the mirror.
"Or maybe" I thought out loud. I knew my abilities could influence minds,
and of
course the mind controls the bodies processes. I looked myself square in the
eyes and turned my ability on. Then imagined myself with a rock hard boner.
Sure
enough I felt a quick stirring in my loins and then sensation of my manhood
filling and lifting. I grinned and walked out, then landed on my bed.
"Now then, if I can cause that to happen I wonder what else I can do?" I
imagined myself doing the Darth Vader choke someone from across the room
trick
and chuckled.
Which is when there was a knock at the door. I raised an eyebrow and walked
to
the door. A quick gaze through the peephole revealed Theresa. Damn it, I'd
forgotten that I had invited her over for dinner tonight. Hmm. Might be time
for
someone to get me organized.
I opened the door and let her in, noticing the bags of food she had brought
with
her.
"I decided to get dinner this time." She said walking in. She took a moment
to
kiss my cheek as she passed. I smiled at her, and did my best to mentally
recover from my little mistake.
"What did you get?" I asked as she set to work putting down the bags in the
kitchen.
"Steak, potatoes, and all the basics." She said as she looked over the
kitchen
for things to use. "Where do you keep your pots?" I pointed to a cupboard.
"You mean you're actually cooking?" I asked.
"Exactly, I need to remind myself that I can still do it." She said
proceeded to
go to work on the oven.
"So how was your trip?" she asked as she got busy.
"Pretty damn successful. It looks like I'm going into a new business."
She turned and raised an eyebrow. "And what would that be?"
"Running a bookstore." I replied.
"Really, how did that come about?" She bent over to grab a broiler pan,
reminding me of some of her best assets. I tried not to stare and failed.
She
stood up and looked at me, I tried my best to look innocent and again, I
failed.
"Like the view?"
"Oh most certainly." I replied
"Good you'll see more later. Now then, what about this bookstore."
"Oh yeah. I looked at my bank balance and decided it was time to switch
careers.
The hours at my job kind of suck, so I figured I'd take a swing at being my
own
boss for a while."
"Hmm. Quite a switch, think you've got what it takes?" she said and settled
the
potatoes into tinfoil.
"Nothing beats giving it a try to find out."
"Good attitude. I'm thinking of making a switch as well." She said with a
grin.
"I remembered you talking about it. What are you looking at?"
"I'll leave it as a surprise, I need to see if I get in the door first."
I resisted the urge to use my abilities to get her to reveal the secret. I
was
trying to not use them for anything petty. So instead I walked up behind her
after she finished settling the steaks in the oven broiler. I put my arm
around
her waist and pulled her in close.
"So what terrible things do I need to do to get you to reveal your secret my
dear?"
She laughed, then ground her butt back into me. "I'm sure I can think of all
manner of terrible things you could do to me, but nothing will pry it from
me
till I'm ready."
I gently ran a finger over her breast as she ground her ass into me. "Are
you
sure? I could so some truly naughty things." She sighed as I did it.
"Nope besides we can't let dinner burn."
"Darn it, foiled again." I said as she walked out of my grasp. Although I
noticed my equipment seemed to be rising of its own accord. Ah, the power of
the
male libido.
We exchanged small talk as she continued cooking and throughout dinner.
Afterward, she got up and put the dishes in the washer and joined me on the
couch, settling into my lap.
"So about these terrible things, you want to do to me," she said as I ran my
hand up her shirt.
"Oh I'm sure I could think of something truly terrible." I said.
She sat up suddenly. "Oh my whatever will I do?" She backed up toward the
bedroom. I followed as she kept talking. "Oh poor defenseless me." She said
as
her knees hit the mattress on the bed. I smiled, moved forward and opened
her
pants with a jerk. She gasped and her eyes opened wide. I decided to test my
new
ability and opened my mind then sent messages to increase her arousal. Her
skin
became flushed almost immediately.
I shoved her pants to the floor and she looked shocked. "What are you going
to
do to me mister?" She said in a scared voice. My fingers slid down under her
panties, I was surprised at the amount of wetness I found there. The lady
was
practically dripping.
I grinned at her with an evil look in my eyes. "I'm going to use you how I
see
fit darling. Now get up on the bed."
She let herself fall backward onto the bed. I enjoyed the view as she rolled
over and got on all fours. Pushing her ass into the air.
"Please don't hurt me sir," she said wiggling her ass at me. I took the cue
and
spanked her pretty butt. She cried out, but I noticed she kept it up there
for
my hands to squeeze. I took a firm hold of both of her cheeks and squeezed
hard.
She groaned at that, and I slipped my fingers into her panties and pulled
them
down off her ass. Then slid a finger into her pussy, Damn she was wet, I
grinned
and decided to try something with Theresa that I hadn't done before. And
slowly
worked the finger in and out of her. Then gently slid it up to her anus and
slid
it in. It tensed at first then she relaxed and let me in. "Oh no, you
wouldn't
do me there would you?" she gasped.
"I'll do you wherever I want you nasty girl." I let my pants open and slid
out
of them as best I could. Then brought my cock up to her slit. As I slid into
her
I leaned into her and whispered in her ear. "I'm just getting myself ready,
I'm
going to be in your ass in a few minutes." She whimpered, but her ass
working
back at me gave away what she wanted. After a few minutes of hard pounding
of
her pussy I slid out of her and then moved my cock up to her anus.
"I hope your ready, because here it comes." I said and forced myself into
her
tightest opening. She gasped and I felt her anus tighten then relax and I
slid
in slowly. Damn she was tight back there. It took me a while but soon enough
I
was buried hilt deep in her. She was moaning and I felt her fingers move and
work her clit as I backed out then moved back in again, savoring every
second of
my fucking her.
"Oh please, please no more sir." she whispered under me, but still her ass
kept
moving into me, asking for more silently. I grinned and worked into her.
Damn.
For such a "nice girl", Theresa truly had a fun perverted streak in her. I
took
hold of her still clad breasts and mauled them pulling her back onto me. "Oh
no,
I whispered, I'm going to keep this up till I paint your insides."
She gasped, whimpered and buried her face in a pillow. I kept up a solid
pace of
sex in her tightness, then lightly pulled back on her hair raising her up so
I
could bite at her neck. She almost screamed at that, but instead bit her
lip,
and moved back harder on me. I could feel it rising in me again. "Here it
comes
baby, I'm going to cum in your little hole, are you ready?" She nodded and
said
nothing, but I felt her fingers speed up on her clit as I moved faster in
her
ass.
With a hard thrust I shoved myself deep into her and felt my load release.
Shouting my triumph with a "Hah!" and then fell over her kneeling form. She
collapsed under me and we both lay there for a few minutes.
Theresa broke the silence. "You know, if that's the sort of terrible thing
you
want to do to me, I'll be ready anytime." She took a finger and wiped a
trace of
sweat off of my nose and tasted it. Then giggled. "I can feel you going soft
in
my butt." I smiled, then rolled her over so we were facing each other. "I
always
wondered what that would be like." Theresa said dreamily.
"What?"
"What we just did. It's something I wanted to try but couldn't work up the
nerve
to do."
"So I'm your first there?" I asked.
"Yep, you broke that cherry, Hooray for you."
"Oh good, my recently deflowered virgin. Would you like to that again?"
"Oh yes, you beastly old man." She said with a giggle, "but not tonight, I'm
a
bit sore."
"That's okay, I think you drained me woman."
I pulled her close and enjoyed the feel of soft female skin and the warmth
of
someone next to me. I was getting drowsy and felt Theresa shift next to me.
Just
as I was about to fall asleep my cell phone rang.
I groaned and reached for it without looking at its caller ID. "This had
better
be good news or money." I said and Theresa giggled next to me.
"I'm not sure about either." Lori said over the phone. "But I'm out scouting
talent for the bar and I spotted an old friend." I was still a bit drowsy.
"Really who?" I asked wondering who she could be talking about.
"Kristine."
That one stood me up for a moment. Allow me to explain. Everyone's got "that
one". You know, the one who hooked you then completely destroyed your heart.
Kristine was mine. I had dated her for two years, and went through mental
and
spiritual hell trying to keep the relationship together, only to find she
had
found the time to sleep with about four other guys. She had a special place
in
Lori's heart as well. Kristine had nearly gotten her fired from a job as a
bartender, claiming she was shorting the till when she was actually making
off
with the money.
"Really, did she see you?" I asked.
"Not yet."
"Find someone to feed her the news about the club, I think we're going to
have
some fun."
"You know, I love it when you're evil." She said with a laugh and hung up. I
set
down my phone and settled in next to Theresa. "Who was that?" She said
sleepily.
A friend of mine, looks like it's going to be a fun week. I smiled and
dreamed
of terrible things.


Chapter 8
By Michael Mccallum

I woke the next day to the sound of Theresa showering, so I gently slid out
of
bed and got some coffee going. Part of me was looking forward to tonight. I
hadn't seen Kristine in about a year and even then it hadn't gone well. She
had
brought along the guy she meant to replace me, and it nearly turned violent
in
lobby of a Village Inn. A part of me kept arguing against the ideas in my
head,
but frankly, I was in no mood to listen.
I spent most of the day taking care of business. I handed off a job
application
for the bookstore to Karen, which would give her convenient excuse to be out
of
the house. She pouted a bit when I told her it would be a few days before we
got
together again, but I promised she'd be having a blast when we did. I also
set
her on a project for me. I had a feeling information was going to become
handy
to have, and not stuff I could pry from people's brains. I asked her to look
around her local school for a hacker we could recruit. She said she'd get
right
on it.
From there, I supervised the delivery of the booze supply at the club, and
watched as the work crew finished installing a stage and a couple of poles
into
the ceiling. Lori had already hired a couple of cute ladies as bartenders.
One
was named Robin and she had darkish red hair and girlish figure, skinny with
small breasts but a remarkably nice ass. The other was "Teri, with an 'i'"
as
she introduced herself. She was blonde and bubbly, to put it mildly. She
made me
wonder which college was missing the captain of their cheerleading team.
Lori
walked up behind me as I was helping to unload a couple of barrels of beer.
I
set the barrel under the counter than turned to look at her.
"So what sort of deviousness do you have planned for tonight?" I asked.
"Well I'm going to see which girls will work for opening night, and make
sure
Robin and Teri are properly trained. And..." I waited. " A little bird told
me
that Kristine would be here to try out tonight. Apparently someone told her
about the pay rate here."
In order to get some of the better talent in the city I had offered a base
pay
for the girls that was significantly higher than most of the other clubs.
"When does the fun begin?" I asked
"Tonight at eight." I looked at my watch, enough time to grab some dinner
and be
back. "Find anyone to be bouncers?" I asked as I headed toward the door.
"Got four, a couple of them are former employees of the Razzle, so I know
they
actually have an idea of what they're doing." Good. At a place like this,
the
bouncers are as important as the girls, as the mix of alcohol and nearly
unclad
ladies has been known to cloud men's minds in the past.
I walked out of the bar as Lori went back to work, and grabbed a quick meal
of
KFC. All the while, I was thinking about tonight, aside from the fact that I
was
soon about to see the brightest flowers of the cities crop of peelers in
action
for me and for my new manager Lori. And to top it all off, a person I've
been
dying to get even with was going to be among them.
And that last one was the issue. Now that I had the power to do it, did I
really
want to? I mean, yeah it would be the wise thing to pass on this
opportunity,
but a chance to really get even with and own the queen of the broken hearts?
Nope, at least for now it was going to be impossible to pass up. Even now I
could feel the bottom dropping out of the pit of my stomach as I remembered
some
of the games she had played on (and with) me.
Nope it was time to let myself have some mean fun. I walked back into the
bar
and found myself in any man's finest dream. There were about thirty ladies
of
various shades sizes and builds, all of them ranged from pretty to gorgeous
and
all of them were waiting to be next on stage. I recognized two faces in the
crowd, one was someone I expected, and the other was a complete shock.
Kristine
was talking animatedly to a lady of Asian descent. About five feet away was
Theresa. For some reason I snuck into the office door, and hid out for a
bit,
then chuckled. Well, she had mentioned she was planning on a career change.
Lori came in a couple of minutes later. "I thought you'd be out there for
the
show," she said once she closed the door.
"I don't want Kristine to see me until I can get her alone." I said smiling.
"You've got a serious 'cat ate the canary grin' on your face. Tell me about
it."
she said, with a smirk.
"There's an unexpected friend out there."
"Which one?"
"Theresa, the pretty Italian one waiting to get up there."
"So go out and watch her put on a show for you, I mean that is part of why
you
bought the place." I could see Lori's eyes light up at the idea of new
playmate.
"Not right now, she knows about the bookstore but I forgot to mention the
club
for a reason."
"Okay then boss, what should I do?"
"I'll watch the show from the closed circuit here. When you get the chance,
have
'Teri with an I' tell Kristine to come back to the office. From there, use
your
judgment, except for Theresa. If she's halfway decent hire her."
"Honey, with tits like those I'd hire her if she couldn't walk and chew
gum."
She walked out with a smile and a wiggle of her hips.
And for two hours I watched as the ladies shook their moneymakers for a job.
It's hard work but someone's got to do it. Although to be honest it was kind
of
like being the guy who works at the candy shop, you can only see so many
tits
and butts before they all kind of become a blur.
The pleasant surprise was Theresa, who took to the stage like a natural and
put
quite a show on for the assembled ladies and a couple of gentlemen. She
could
use some dancing work, but she obviously was having fun putting herself on
display, and that right there is about ninety percent of the equation.
Kristine did her performance with all her usual aplomb. She shook her large
breasts for the audience and put herself on display like she was daring
someone
to come up and touch her. It wasn't bad, but you got the feeling it was a
little
rehearsed and overdone. I chuckled inwardly; the next couple of hours were
going
to be fun.
I sat in the office and watched the action for a while. Then "Teri with an
I"
opened the door and said, "Boss, the lady you wanted to see." Teri let
Kristine
in, and left to go back to her business. Kristine walked in and took a
second to
adjust to the lighting in the room, which was brighter than the main bar.
Then
she saw me. At first she looked shocked, then she had the sense to act happy
to
see me. "Hi! It's been so long."
"That it has." I said pleasantly, and pointed to a chair. "Have a seat."
She took the chair and sat down facing me. Crossing her legs to show off her
bikini clad self. "So, what did you want to see me about?" she asked. She
had
her predatory grin on, and a quick scan showed me she was trying out ways in
her
mind to wrap me around her finger again. I had to admit, she had a really
creative mind.
"Well, I wanted to say that I have a position that you might be uniquely
qualified to fill."
She smiled and leaned in, making sure to show off a lot of chest. "Oh good,
what
is it?"
"House slave."
"What?" She said looking like she missed what I had said.
"I said house slave, and I think you'd do well at it."
She got up to leave, looking like she would pull a huge screaming fit. I
projected into her mind. "Sit down!" She did, on the floor. "Get up and get
on
the desk." I shot into her mind. She did, looking scared. "Now then take off
your panties." She did so automatically, and now she seemed terrified. "Now
then, play with yourself, while we talk, but you are not allowed to cum."
Her
fingers went to work on her pussy. I settled back and opened a cold rolling
Rock
from the fridge.
"You know how long I've been waiting for this moment?" She shook her head.
"Well, it was two years ago when I found out you told my best friends I
thought
they weren't worth hanging out with anymore. It took me months to get them
to
answer their phones when I called." Her pussy was beginning to look wet, and
her
nipples were showing through the top of her bikini. "Oh yeah and then there
was
sleeping with John, and telling him I beat you, there's a good one. Although
I
have to admit, when I found out that you said that, the thought did actually
cross my mind."
She was red in the face, and I think I saw a tear forming. Good, just the
mental
state I needed. "Now, I have the power to make you do whatever I want. How
does
that make you feel? You can speak now, but only to answer my questions."
"Scared, very scared." she replied.
"Excellent." There was a knock on the door and Lori popped her head in. She
saw
the scene, then walked all the way in.
"Oh, now this is priceless." she said, and then Kristine began to look even
more
scared, something I was beginning to think wasn't possible. "What are you
going
to with her?" Lori asked.
"I decided we needed someone to do the dirty work, I think she's expertly
qualified." I replied and took a drink from my beer.
"I couldn't agree more." Lori said.
"Is there anything you think she could do for you?" I asked looking at Lori.
"Oh there's something." she said and began to take off her pants. I grinned
and
sat back waiting to see what she had in mind.
"Lie down, bitch." Lori said in a quiet menacing tone. Lori shed her
panties,
and climbed up over her face.
"Eat my ass, you little whore." Squatting down she opened her cheeks and
settled
herself over Kristine's mouth. It took a second but I saw her tongue peek
out
and slowly trace the hole. I grinned and watched as she began to do it with
a
little more enthusiasm. All the while, Lori kept a running monologue as she
ran
her hands over her breasts. "Oh you little whore, I've been dying to do this
for
the last two years. Oh that's right, this is about the only thing you're
good
for." I sat back and enjoyed the show Lori grabbed one of Kristine's hands
and
brought it to her slit. "Work my pussy too, make me cum you little cunt."
It didn't take long as it was obvious Lori was turned on by the whole scene,
and
with a few minutes of licking and nasty talk, she ground her hips down into
Kristine's face one more time and moaned. She slowly worked her way off the
desk
and recovered her panties. Pulling them up slowly over hips.
"Oh that was good. Tell me we get to keep her?" Kristine was sitting up
again
looking like she would chew her way through the door if it would get her
out,
but her finger was back and busy on her slit. There were traces of Lori's
moisture on her face.
"Oh of course, I have plans for her. Every place needs a house whore."
Kristine
looked crestfallen. A scan showed she was hoping this would be our one time
revenge and she could get away. "Now get up and bend over the desk."
Kristine
did so. Presenting her bare ass to us both. I leaned in and spanked her ass
hard, while leaning into her ear.
"I bet you think I'm going to fuck you now?" She nodded her head. Lori
opened my
pants and let my cock out, stroking it in her hand. I was almost there from
the
whole scene. I tried to keep my voice even. "Do you think I'm going to shove
my
cock in that nasty cunt of yours?" Kristine nodded again.
"Well, it's not going to happen. You'll be fucked when I want you fucked,
but
never by me." And with that, Lori's ministrations carried me over the edge
and I
felt my seed splash onto Kristine's ass.
I settled back on my chair as Lori cleaned off my cock with her mouth, with
my
mind I reached out and planted commands. "You'll come back every day from
now
on, and be on call, when I demand it. You will never tell anyone what we
make
you do here, and you will always obey the commands we give you." Her head
slumped as the commands pounded into her mind. I finished with.
"You can cum now." She shuddered hard and slumped to the floor. I grabbed a
towel from the table beside the desk. "Clean yourself off the best you can,
then
when you're strong enough, get dressed and leave."
It took her a couple of minutes. But she got up on shaky legs and walked
away.
Lori took her mouth from me, and smiled.
"Oh this is going to be fun." Lori said.
I had to agree. I knew I had just crossed a major line, and to be honest, it
didn't bother me. I knew the things she had done to me, and talking to
others, I
knew she was the sort who had been waiting for someone to play her like she
had
just been played.
And to be honest, I had really liked it.


Chapter 9
By Michael Mccallum

I was enjoying a mellow sort of day at the bookstore. Customers came in a
slow
trickle, and most, with no mental prodding from me, bought an item or two
then
left. Along the way, I had a few conversations and practiced using my scan
ability to go through their minds without alerting them to what I was doing.
It
made good practice, and it helped me to fill a few customers requests when
they
weren't sure who had written what, or had just a vague idea of what they
were
looking for.
It was getting into the early afternoon when my phone rang. A quick glance
showed it was Karen, so I looked over at Roger, the clerk I had kind of
inherited from the previous owner, and asked him to take the main desk, then
walked back into the office.
"Heya darling, what's up?" I asked in a jaunty voice.
"Well, I think I found your geek." she said softly.
"Really? Tell me about him."
"He's a junior at the school, and apparently, he's been trying to set up a
deal
with a couple of the cheerleaders to fix their grades for, umm, other
considerations."
"Really? I respect his attitude. Think you can invite him somewhere for a
job
interview?"
"Yep, better do it quick though, I heard that one of the girls is going to
take
him up on the offer, then arrange to have her boyfriend pound the crap out
of
him."
"Oh really? Does she have a name?"
"Stacy Rogers. She's a total bitch."
"File it for later. I'm sure we can do some things to work out her
attitude."
"Please do, she's a complete heartless wench."
"Okay. Have him come to the bookstore tonight, and I'll take it from there."
"Do I get a reward for finding him?" she asked.
"Of course. If he works out, we'll think of some way to put a smile on your
face."
"Good. I'll look forward to it."
I sat back and smiled. If the kid could break into the computers that housed
the
school system's grades, he was actually pretty good. I could think of a ton
of
uses for him. I picked up the phone again and dialed Lori. "Hello?" she
responded, sounding pretty chipper.
"Take your new friend home last night?" I asked.
"Oh yes, that cute little Asian thing from the club. My god, they should
name a
line of sex toys after her." I chuckled.
"Hmmm. Keep her in mind for me."
"I will. What do you need boss?"
"Call Kristine and have her meet me at the bookstore."
"What sort of terrible things are you going to do to her?" Lori asked.
"She's going to be what we call a deal closer."
"Gotcha. I'll take care of it."
From there, I made a quick call to a realtor, and then called the cable
company
and bribed a repair guy to show up and hook up a modem line to the apartment
that I had just rented. From there, it was a quick trip to a computer shop
for a
few items, and I was ready. I met Kristine at the bookstore, gave her a key,
and
told her to be waiting at the apartment.
Karen brought the kid over around 4:30. He was everything you expected from
a
teenage hacker. Tall, skinny, blue jeans so faded they had almost lost the
blue,
and a worn black t-shirt that had once featured some band's name, except it
was
so worn that the silk screening had faded out. His hair was long with a hint
of
curl and a bit stringy, and his face was taken over by a large nose that he
would eventually grow into, but for now, he looked like a typical teenage
geek.
"Boss, this is Sean, the guy I was telling you about." Karen said
I stood up and offered him my hand. He took it, but limply and didn't look
me in
the eye. Hmm. This kid was going to make quite a project.
"And you are?" he asked.
"Mr. Jones, and I have a job offer for you." He kind of shrugged. "I
understand
you're not a bad hacker. I was wondering if you might want to get paid for
it."
He looked up, surprised. "How did you know that?"
"Apparently you offered to fix some grades for a few of the ladies at
school,
and the word got around." His shoulders slumped a little. "Now then, if you
come
to work for me, I can promise a nice salary and a few extra benefits to your
liking." I got up and walked out of the office, and Sean and Karen followed.
We
made our way out of the store, then up the street.
"Where are we going?" Sean asked.
"To your audition." I said, and walked up to an apartment building. From
there,
we made our way to the third floor and into the apartment. It was a simple
one-bedroom affair. The bedroom door was closed, but there were a couple
pieces
of furniture and a computer in the living room, already hooked up to a cable
modem. The computer had run through its boot process, and the screen saver
was
running.
Sean took it all in, then asked, "Okay, so what do you want me to do?"
"Bust into the system that holds the school's grades." I said
"No prob." Sean replied, suddenly getting animated. Now he was in his
element.
He worked the computer for a few minutes, then showed me the inside of the
operating system for the company that held the school's grades. "Not bad." I
said. "Now then, crack the DMV database."
"On it." he said, and jumped to work. Sure enough, with ten minutes he was
in
there and poking around.
I reached into my pocket. And handed him a wad of bills that came out to
about
ten grand. "You're hired." I said simply.
"Who says I want the job?" Sean asked. Big surprise, he was an
anarchist-type
hacker. Of course he'd make it look like he didn't want the job.
"Hmm. Do you need convincing?"
"And if I do?"
"Allow me to explain this to you. You are going to get paid to hack. Not
many
people in this world can say they do that." I stood up and guided him to the
bedroom door. "And if you work for me, I will be the expediter of your
dreams."
I opened the door, and there was Kristine, in garter belt, sans panties,
wearing
a revealing lift bra and a smile. She walked up to Sean.
"Come with me, I have plans for you." Sean looked like a deer caught in the
headlights as Kristine moved him to the bed and slowly opened his pants. His
cock sprang free as she managed to get them down around his hips. All of a
sudden, he was doing his best to get naked as fast as possible.
I felt a tug on my sleeve. "Who is that?" Karen asked.
"I'll explain later."
Kristine was now sucking the young man's cock for all she was worth, and
within
a minute, he came deeply into her mouth. She swallowed it all, and then
began to
slowly work him back into an erection again. Ah, the recuperative powers of
youth. Her ass was facing us and Karen was watching.
"My god, she's practically dripping." she whispered into my ear. "What did
you
do to her?"
"Trust me, it's a good story, I'll tell you later."
Sean's hand drifted to Kristine's pussy. He kind of fumbled with it for a
bit,
then slid a finger in, eliciting an "oh" from her. She kept working his cock
into full hardness, then climbed up and straddled him. Slowly arranging
herself,
she slid her hot box down onto him and we watched as his face scrunched up,
and
she began riding him slowly. His hands came up and grabbed her tits, and she
began grinding her pussy down onto him.
"Damn this is getting me hot." Karen said from next to me. "Think they'll be
long?"
"They'll go as long as Kristine can get him up."
"Then come here." Karen grabbed my hand and led me to the couch. She
practically
yanked down my pants, and then reached down and threw her panties to the
floor
as I sat down on the couch.
"Right here, right now, fuck me. I want my reward," she said, biting her
bottom
lip in a cute sort of way as I flipped her skirt up. I reached down and felt
her
little pussy. She wasn't kidding; she was ready! I smiled down at her as she
climbed onto me and I lined myself up with her.
"Did you like watching them?" I asked teasingly as she worked her hips up at
me.
"Yes, it was so hot!" she said, squirming with anticipation. I smiled and
thrust
into her. She moaned in relief, and then began working her hips. I pulled
her
toward me and kissed, then lightly bit the side of her neck as I plumbed her
depths. Damn, she was so tight and hot!
From the bedroom, I could hear moans and groans, and that spurred me on
higher.
I slowly reached down and ran a finger under Karen's butt and tickled her
little
asshole. She jumped at the feel at first, then settled back into it.
"Ohh that feels good." She said with a light tone. I started rubbing it
slowly
while I fucked her. That got her ass moving in a nice grinding fashion while
we
did the deed. I slowly opened the front of her blouse and sucked a breast
into
my mouth while my hips matched her movements. All the while, the sounds from
bedroom egged us on. Kristine kept groaning as she did her favorite things
to
Sean, while he kept up a running commentary of all that was happening. I
almost
fell off the couch laughing when I heard him say "You want me to put it
where?"
I recovered as best I could, then went back to work on Karen with a
vengeance.
After that, it didn't take very long, I grabbed Karen's hips and pulled her
down
hard onto me, and shot my seed into her, all the while I felt her quiver in
my
lap as her spend overtook her. We lay there gasping for a bit, and then
collected the clothes we had spread on the floor.
Not too soon after we got dressed, Sean came walking out. "Okay, so when do
I
start?"
I grinned. "Tomorrow if you want. The money in your pocket should handle any
mods you need on the computer. I'll have someone stop by and drop off your
weekly pay, all cash, and we'll handle any other requests you might have
through
this number." I handed him a card. He nodded. "All you have to do is keep
your
mouth shut about what you're doing and all this can be yours."
Sean nodded, and with that, I made the latest addition to this little group
of
mine. Kristine walked out past us, not bothering to say a word. I smiled
inwardly. She had done her job well and with enthusiasm. Of course,
programming
her so she would be cumming damn near constantly helped.
I walked out of the apartment with Karen. "Okay, so who is that girl?"
"She's someone who was very mean to Lori and I."
"So, you're getting even with her?"
"Exactly."
"Cool. Which reminds me, when you get the chance I want to talk to you about
Stacy."
"Who?"
"The cheerleader I mentioned. I think she needs straightening out."
"I'm good with that. We'll meet for a snack tomorrow. Try to be at the
Leavenworth Café' around three."
"I'll be there."
Karen walked off into the night, and I walked to the club, taking the back
way
in.
This whole business was working out very well. Now, I had just a few more
additions to make, and the whole team would be in place. Next up, I had to
find
some muscle.


Chapter 10
By Michael Mccallum

The next day, I met up with Karen at the Leavenworth Café. The Leavenworth
was a
nice greasy spoon joint on the outskirts of downtown. It had an eclectic
clientele, to say the least. It was the sort of place where you could see
bankers in suits next to a table of kids who looked suspiciously like
tweakers.
Next to the tweakers would be cops doing their best to ignore them. In
short,
the food was good, and people did their level best to mind their own
business.
It was neutral ground.
Karen slid into my booth and smiled. "Hey boss. I got as much data as I
could on
Stacy last night."
"Cool, fill me in." I said and motioned to a waitress. Karen glanced at the
menu
and made a quick order. I added my order as well, and sat back to listen.
"Okay, she's the original Miss Rich Bitch. She's kind of run the school's
social
circles since she was a sophomore, and she's got a real reputation for doing
nasty things to people who give her an excuse to be mad."
"Give me an example." I said and sipped at my coffee.
"Okay, just this week, there's this girl, her name's Diane. Apparently,
she's
part of the 'alternative lifestyle' clique at school." I nodded. "Well
anyway,
apparently she made some advances on one of the sisters of a girl who's in
Stacy's clique. Well, word got back to Stacy, and they got her alone in the
girl's locker room. The next part's not too clear, but apparently Stacy and
four
of her friends gave her what for, and she left with a broken nose, and maybe
a
cigarette burn on her ass." I winced at that. "Anyway, she hasn't been back
to
school since."
"This girl, Diane, do you have an address for her?" I said as lunch arrived.
"Right here." Karen said, and took a small steno pad from her purse. She
handed
me a piece of paper. I took it and slid it into the breast pocket of my
shirt.
"Okay, stop by the apartment and talk to Sean, give him anything that might
help
him to find her in a database or two. I want her DMV file, and anything else
that might be fun. Hell, tell him to slap a warrant or two on her if he
finds it
funny." Karen smiled.
"Will do boss. Anything else you want?"
"Not really. Just an answer."
"To what?"
"Why do you want me to take a piece out of her ass?"
She blushed a bit. "She's a bitch. What else do you need?"
"Try again, what sent you over the edge."
She decided not argue about it. "Last year, she and her little crew of
clones
hazed someone I knew really well for three months. She almost killed
herself." I
could feel the truth of what she was saying.
"All right, I'm all over it. Now then, go talk to Sean, and tell him if he
does
a good job on this, he'll get a nice present sent to him."
Karen chuckled. "Would it be from the club you opened?"
"And why would it interest you?"
"I decided I like watching, it makes for a good show."
"Good. I'll keep that in mind. Now then, on to other subjects." The rest of
the
meeting passed smoothly along.
Later that afternoon, I took a leisurely stroll up Elm Boulevard, which is
actually a very nice street out in the 'burbs. Then, I took a left into a
driveway and walked through an unlocked door into the house that belonged to
the
parents of a young lady named Diane. As I walked in, I literally bumped into
a
cute older woman who was most likely Diane's mother. I chuckled at her
shocked
expression and quickly hit her brain with; "Hi I'm not here and nothing is
unusual." Her face went neutral and I walked past her and up the stairs. I
felt
around for another mind up there, and located the father of the house
catching a
quick nap, and a very darkly sad mind sitting in another room.
I suppressed her ability to see me enter the room and stood in a corner
while I
watched her. Diane was a girl best described as cute. She wasn't beautiful
or
pretty, she had a face that made you want to put her in your lap and tell
her
everything was going to be fine while you read her bedtime stories. Her
brown
hair framed her face in a short cut, and her body was painfully thin, with
almost non-existant breasts that with time and careful cultivation might
reach
an "A" cup. The only real flaw I saw on her was her newly bent nose that was
covered by a band-aid, something that made me wince to look at it.
She was holding a pistol in her lap. Very slowly, and quite deliberately,
she
lifted the weapon and stuck it in her mouth. Then curled her finger around
the
trigger. She gave a sudden jerk on the trigger.
And nothing happened. I let my presence be known as it dawned on her that
the
gun had failed her. "Excuse me." She jumped as she saw me standing there.
"Those
work better if you take off the safety, and chamber a round."
"Who the hell are you?" she yelled, whirling at me. Her tear streaked face
shifting from deep sadness to total fury.
"Well, right now, I'm the guy giving you a basic lesson in firearms use."
"God dammit don't mock me!" she shouted.
The door to the room opened and her father came in. "What the-" was as far
as he
got. I waved my hand like a person doing the Jedi mind trick. "Hi there's
nothing odd, go take a nap." He yawned suddenly, looked at Diane and said.
"I'm
gonna go take a nap honey." and walked out.
Diane was staring open-mouthed as he closed the door. She quickly turned,
worked
the slide on the pistol, and took off the safety, then pointed it at me.
"Who
the fuck are you?"
"Hi. I'm the guy who's going to make your life a lot easier." I said. "By
the
way, you're a fast learner. That gun will actually work now, so would you
mind
pointing it at the floor?" I was thinking that if worst came to worst, there
was
s light chance she might shoot me by accident before I could make her go to
sleep.
"Not until you tell me how you got in here without me seeing, and how you
made
my dad do that."
"Seems reasonable. Mind if I pull up a chair?" I grabbed the chair in front
of
her desk.
"Sure go ahead." She kept the pistol pointed at me though.
I sat down, and started in. "Okay, you can call me Mr. Jones. I'm a
telepath,
and I sensed your depression and decided to do something about it."
"Bullshit."
"Okay." I said then quickly entered her mind. "Give me the gun." She stepped
forward and handed me the pistol like a student handing a teacher a note.
Then
stepped back. Then she began to look terrified.
I quickly took the magazine from the pistol and cleared the round in the
chamber
and set the pistol on the desk. "Okay, now does that prove my bona fides for
you?"
"Yes." she whispered. "Good. Have a seat." I said and gestured toward the
bed
She sat down meekly and asked quietly. "What are you going to do to me?"
"Actually, the question is, what am I going to do for you." I replied, and
she
looked a little surprised.
"What?"
"Tell me about Stacy Rogers and what she did to you." I said
She paused. "But you could just get it from my mind."
"True, but I want to hear you say it."
Diane sighed. "Okay. I was meeting a sister of a friend of hers. We both
liked
each other, but her sister saw us kissing behind the bleachers in the gym.
She
must have told Stacy, because later, she comes back with a few of her
friends,
and they." She paused and collected a ragged breath. " They got me alone in
the
shower and started hitting me. One of them lit a cigarette and tried to put
it
on my ass. Stacy's the one who kicked me in the face and gave me the broken
nose."
"Hmmm. Sounds like she might have some payback coming." I said.
"Can't do it, her old mans the city District Attorney. I touch her, I wind
up in
juvie." She sat with slumped shoulders.
"So don't touch her, you might catch something." She smiled at that. "Well,
I've
always felt revenge is good for the soul. Give me a dollar."
"What?" She looked genuinely confused.
"I said give me a dollar, trust me it's a good thing." Diane got up and
collected a dollar bill from a jar, then handed it to me. I accepted the
money
and smiled at her. "Congratulations, you've just retained my services. You
have
my word that you'll have the start on your payback by tonight."
"You're totally insane. I told you, her old man is the DA. You touch her,
you're
going away for a very long time."
"You never learned the 11th commandment, 'Don't Get Caught', and a man who
can
shape minds can make not getting caught very easy." I got up from the chair,
and
put a hand on her shoulder. "Now then, go put that pistol away before your
dad
wakes up. You'll catch hell if he finds out."
With that, I walked out into the afternoon with a song in my heart and a
smile
on my face. There's nothing like putting a genuinely mean person in their
place
to make me love life.
I was driving out to the mall when I got a call from Sean. "Heya boss, I got
the
data you wanted, check your e-mail when you get the chance."
"Thank you Sean. Hang out at the apartment for a bit - you might get a
surprise."
"I'll look forward to it."
I hung up and called Lori and told her to send Kristine to the apartment
with
instructions to do some very exciting things for our young hacker. It worked
out
well, as far as I was concerned. It kept Sean's morale high, and lowered
Kristine's. As far as I was concerned, it was the perfect situation.
I stopped at the local mall, and took out my notebook computer and looked
over
the data. I wasn't surprised to see she was damn good looking, being a
member of
the cheerleading team and all, and was even less surprised to find out she
drove
like an idiot. It was probably only by the grace of her daddy's pull that
she
still had a license. I added to my memory her drivers license photo, a
couple of
year book shots, the address to her house and the name and picture of her
current boyfriend. She had chosen well, he was handsomely mean-looking kid
who
played linebacker for the football team and wrestled heavy weight. They were
the
perfect pair for high school mayhem.
What did surprise me was seeing the two of them walk into the food court,
grab a
soda, and head toward the main doors. To be honest, her photos didn't do her
justice. She was athlecticaly built with breasts just a little too large for
her
frame. Her hair was blonde, and she had the typical peaches and cream beauty
one
sees a lot in the sub-species known as cheerleaders. The only flaw I could
see
was the set of her face, which seemed to be built around a permanent sneer.
I
got up, collecting my laptop as I went, and followed. I managed to keep
sight of
which car they got into. It wasn't the one registered to Stacy, so I made
the
logical leap that her boy toy was driving. I kept my distance, but managed
to
follow them to a local park . I got out, and managed to not be seen as they
headed off to a secluded spot there. The two of them stood there and talked
for
a bit, so I decided it was time to make a move.
I walked toward them, then shifted a bit and walked directly toward Stacy.
They
both looked at me like some sort of alien. I stopped in front of her and
said.
"Hi, you'll be coming with me."
The big guy looked at me and said. "Like hell." And grabbed the shoulder of
my
jacket. I must have really thrown him when I looked at him and smiled. I
touched
his mind and said "Freeze." He stopped moving, and I quickly kneed him in
the
balls, then hit him again for good measure. He hit the ground wheezing and
coughing. "You won't remember this or me, all you know is that you went to
the
mall with Stacy and then came home."
I turned towards Stacy as she was frantically reaching for something in her
purse. I touched her mind "Give me that." She handed her purse to me, and I
looked inside. Cosmetics, wallet various and assorted shit, and pepper
spray. I
held up the bottle. "Were you going to use this on me? I asked.
She nodded. "Come with me." She did as she was told, and followed me to the
car,
all the while remaining silent. We got into the car and I began to drive.
Just
for chuckles I said. "Okay you can talk now."
"WHO THE HELL DO YOU -" was about as far as she got when I said. "Shut up."
into
her mind. She complied promptly. Oh man, this was going to be fun. I drove
to a
rest spot on the highway, and let her get out, then took her to a secluded
area.
Now she had the decency to look scared.
"Okay, do you know why you're here?" I said then remembered. "Oh yes, you
can
talk now, but only to answer my questions and no shouting."
"Because you're a freak and you want to rape me." she said quietly.
She was not getting this whole 'in no position to argue' thing. "Well okay,
I am
a freak, but frankly I don't find you very sexy at all." Man if she was
scared
before, that absolutely pissed her off. I could see fury in her eyes. "You
see,
you're here because you're a mean, callous little bitch, and the time has
come
for you to pay for your actions. Do you understand what I'm saying?"
"No."
"Really? Okay, putting a cigarette out on a girl's ass and breaking her nose
are
apparently just the latest in a host of little hazing incidents you and your
friends have pulled. And frankly, it's time for you to learn a little
humility."
I looked at her and touched her mind. "My shoe is dirty. Why not clean it
off
with your tongue?" Her eyes went from furious to near total meltdown as she
bent
to do it. I let her work my shoe with her tongue for about thirty seconds,
looked down, and said "Not bad. Now then, get back up." She did so and the
rage
in her face was a thing to behold. Part of me started reciting lines from
Shakespeare's 'Taming of the Shrew'. "Come with me, your penance is starting
today."
We walked back to the car and made a short drive back to Diane's house. Once
again I walked in and ran directly into her mom. "Hi there, there's still
nothing odd going on, and you should forget I was here." Once again, her
face
went slack and she walked off. From there, it was off to Dianne's room. She
was
lying on her bed reading a book. She looked up and saw us both and her eyes
went
wide in shock. "You've got to be fucking kidding me."
"Now then Stacy, why don't you tell Dianne how sorry you are for breaking
her
nose?" and I released the control on her not speaking.
"Get fucked." she said quietly. Diane's eyes went wide, and she almost
snarled.
I looked at her and smiled.
"Well then, you'll be wanting to hear option number two then. Diane, could
you
show me where you got burnt?" She nodded, then slowly dropped her pants and
panties down to where the ugly red mark was visible. "Now then Stacy, I
think
you need to kiss it and make it better."
She got down on her knees and promptly did as she was told, giving it a
light
brush with her lips. I could see a smoldering look in Diane's eyes as she
did
so. "Now that was hardly a kiss, try again and do it with feeling." Stacy
leaned
forward and kissed it again, I was pleasantly surprised to see the mark was
a
little damp when she was done.
"Now then Diane, I have something else in mind for her to do but you have to
agree."
"What?"
"Take off your pants and panties. I think you get my idea."
She smiled and complied. "Now then, why don't you get comfy in the computer
chair." She did so with a smile, and parted her legs. I could see Stacy's
face
turning red, and there were tears forming at the corners of her eyes. "Now
Stacy, for having made Diane feel so bad, it's time to make her feel good,
Be
good enough to lick her pussy till she has an orgasm."
Stacy moved toward Dianne on her knees and slowly bent to the task. After a
minute or so Dianne grabbed her hair and pulled her face into her pussy. Her
face was a mix of anger, satisfaction and a kind of perverse lust. It was
plain
that this was a situation she was enjoying on all levels.
Slowly I saw the nipples on the girls small breasts begin to rise and her
breathing got ragged as Stacy worked on her task, within a couple of minutes
she
was reaching her peak. And she put her hand over mouth to stifle a small
shriek
as she came copiously. As she did Stacy pulled her head back and breathed
deeply, there was a sheen of moisture around her mouth. Diane got her breath
back slowly as I touched Stacy's mind again.
"From now on you will do as Diane says, you will encourage your friends to
leave
her alone, and you will act in a submissive manner when she is around you."
I looked At Dianne. "She's been properly fixed as far as you're concerned
she
couldn't give you any trouble from now on." Diane nodded. "I'll be in touch,
to
see how you're doing, come with me Stacy." We got up and left the girls room
and
walked out of the house.
As we drove I programmed Stacy again. "You will remember this, whenever you
think about doing something mean you will remember the taste of Diane's
pussy in
your mouth, and you will be unable to tell anyone about this, or anything
else I
make you do for the rest of the year." Her eyes widened at that last one.
"Oh
you have a lot to atone for, tomorrow you will got the Merchant of Venus
bookstore and ask for an application, we'll take it from there." I dropped
her
off about a block from her house and beamed at her when I said. "See you
tomorrow."
Another tool in my little arsenal was in place, now it was time to add a
couple
more key pieces.


Chapter 11
By Michael Mccallum

The next day's business was done when I went to the club. Stacy had
officially
joined the workforce at my bookstore, something that pleased Karen to no
end.
She occasionally stopped by and whispered a few ideas of truly nasty things
to
get her to do. Part of me grinned, and part of me was shocked. Every now and
then, Karen showed signs of a truly vicious streak; something that I would
keep
an eye on, and potentially put to good use.
I left Stacy alone for the day, letting Roger show her how the place worked.
I
noticed him sneaking peaks at her butt as she walked ahead of him, and filed
that away for future use. Meanwhile, I thought up ideas for other uses of
Stacy.
Then from there, it was off to the club, which was rapidly turning into a
roaring success. The girls were inspiring a lot of business and doing their
level best to sell a lot of drinks. All in all, the place was looking an
awful
lot like a license to print money.
It was also looking a lot like a great recruiting ground for me. I knew this
little operation was going to need some muscle eventually, and all sorts of
candidates kept walking through the door, yet so far, none of them seemed
just
right. While there were a lot of military guys, most of them were either
still
in or had just left and had exactly the wrong attitudes. There were plenty
of
tough guy types floating around, but most were just bullies or wannabe's.
Not
what I needed.
Tonight was different, though. As I scouted the minds of the guys in the
club, I
found someone who fit the profile. His name was Marcus White, he was a large
man
who looked like he stood about six foot five and weighed in at about 250
very
solid pounds. From where I was looking he had the kind of face that looked
extremely Germanic, almost to the point of him looking like a Viking, the
long
blonde hair framing the face completed the image.He had been an FBI agent
for
some time, but had been bounced out for pursuing an investigation that would
have been politically harmful. Since then, he had been making a living doing
private investigation and security work. He was hungry, he was pissed off at
the
government, and he was just about perfect. Of course, the approach would be
difficult.
I did a quick scan of his mind for names of people I could use as an in, got
one, and approached the table he was sitting at. Nodded toward a chair and
he
nodded back. "Are you Marcus?" I asked. "Mike Greely told me about you." He
nodded. "Did some work for him a few months ago. What did he have to say?"
"That you do quality work and you're the kind to keep your mouth shut." I
replied.
"Well, I'm not one to turn down a compliment. Are you looking to retain
someone?" he asked.
"Well, come to think of it, I occasionally need some discreet digging done."
I
replied.
"My rates come in at three hundred per day plus expenses." he said, and
handed
me a card. I looked it over, made it look like I was thinking, and then
said.
"How does a five grand retainer sound?" He did his best not to look
surprised.
"What kind of digging do you need done?"
"Nothing yet, but I have irons in the fire. Best to have someone who does
quality work on standby." I nodded to a waitress and pointed to both of our
glasses. She walked off to get refills.
"Just so you know, I'll do a lot of things, but I won't work for people who
push
drugs." He said and moved a patch of his wavy blonde hair out of his eyes.
"That's good. I do a lot of things but I avoid drugs like the plague, they
draw
too much attention from official people." The waitress brought the drinks
and I
handed her a ten and told her to keep it.
"Okay then, we got a deal. When do I get the five grand?" he said.
"Do you prefer cash or check?" I said.
"Cash is good, I'll give you a receipt."
"Cool, follow me to the office." We got up and made our way past various
scantily clad ladies, and into the office, where Lori was busy talking on
the
phone to someone. When we came in she finished the conversation quickly and
hung
up.
"Anyone I know?" I replied.
"Got a couple of girls who want to audition, would you believe twins?" she
said
with a chuckle. I just kind of shook my head and laughed.
"Lately, very little surprises me." I said and walked to the safe, blocking
it
from view as I turned the tumblers and opened it. I took out a bundle of
cash
and handed it to Marcus. "There you go, your retainer."
He took a piece of paper off the desk. Wrote, "received $5,000 as retainer
for
services" and handed it to me. "Excellent I'll let you know when you're
needed."
Marcus turned and was about to walk out, then turned back to me. "Got a
quick
question. That short girl with the two tone hair and a bit on the curvy
side?"
"Julie?" I asked to confirm.
"Yeah, that's her name. I wanted to know if you could find any information
on
her for me."
"She's cute, she's single, and she likes big guys with long hair. I'd say
you've
got a pretty good chance with her." I replied with a grin. Marcus raised his
eyebrows then smiled the slightest bit and walked out.
Excellent. Phase three was now about ready, I'd just have to spend some time
getting Marcus "prepped" to be on our side. Hopefully that wouldn't take too
long. I walked back out into the bar, settled into a chair, and watched as
Julie
worked the stage for a number, and chuckled inwardly as Marcus walked up and
slipped a few bills into her garter. Well, it looked like there was a chance
someone was going to have fun tonight.
There was a tap on my shoulder, I turned and there was Theresa. Damn. I'd
figured it was her night off. She smiled and leaned into my ear. "Buy me a
drink
sailor?" she said, and took a chair. I nodded to Teri, the bartender, and
she
walked up and got both our orders. I smiled at Theresa, even as I saw Lori
look
at me and lick her lips out of the corner of my eye. Theresa smiled back and
leaned in to be heard above the music. "I'm a little ticked off at you," she
said with a grin.
"Why is that?" I asked trying to look innocent.
"You failed to mention you owned this place," she said laughing.
"Well, with opening the bookstore and all, it kind of slipped my mind." I
replied.
"Yeah right, wanna try that again?"
"Hmmmm. How about 'It feels odd to explain to a lady you've been
occasionally
sharing a bed with that you're about to open a club full of women with bare
breasts.'"
She thought about that one. "Okay, that one I'll accept. Now then how do you
feel about me baring my breasts to all these guys?"
I answered honestly. "Truth be told, I think it's a good thing. Breasts like
those were made to inspire us men to greater heights of, uh, something or
another." She laughed again.
"I swear, you're at your best when I catch you off guard." She sipped at her
drink.
"Well it does bring me out at my most desperate." I changed the subject a
little. "So how has your change in careers been for you?"
"Outstanding. I usually make more in a night here then I did in a week back
at
the hospital, and frankly, a lot of times it's more fun."
"Then I think we can call that a net win for you." She beamed.
"Maybe I could take you home and give you a private show?" she said as I
felt
her foot wiggle up the side of my leg.
"Maybe you could, I'm sure it would be worth seeing." She dimpled at that.
So from there, it didn't take long for me to pass control of the club over
to
Lori, and make my way to my car with Theresa in tow. She was wearing a short
skirt and black silk blouse combo. As we got in and got moving, she said. "I
made a quick stop at the bathroom, check under my skirt." I did, smiling as
I
slid my hand up her leg and found nothing but bare skin under my hand as I
moved
it up to her nether regions.
"Someone's feeling naughty tonight." I said.
"Oh dear, I'm so bad. I might need a spanking," she said in feigned horror.
"Hmm. I might just be in the mood to hand you one." I replied and pulled up
to
my apartment. I added yet another thing to my "to do" list; find a bigger
place
to live.
We stumbled up the stairs, mostly because I choose to walk behind Theresa,
and
was pinching her butt all the way up. She yelped and giggled as I did so,
and
frankly, I enjoyed the view.
Once we got inside, there were little in the way of preliminaries. As we
stood
in the hallway running to the living room, I simply slid down and put my
head
under her skirt as she opened her legs a little. I took some time to sample
the
taste of her already moist sex. She purred and groaned and grabbed my hair
through the fabric of her skirt as I sucked her clit gently into my mouth. I
could feel her juices flow even stronger as I worked her little bud with my
tongue. I opened my pants and slowly stood up in front of her. I could feel
my
cock run along her pussy lips and feel the moisture of them coat me as I
slid
between them.
"You are such a tease," she said, panting into my ear.
"No, a tease is someone who does this with no intention of following through
on
it."
"Oh, are you going to follow through?" She said with a cocked eyebrow.
For an answer I lifted her up, and she wrapped her legs around my hips. I
could
feel my cock almost enter her as I walked us both to the bedroom, but did my
best not to let it as she panted into my ear. I practically threw her onto
the
bed and landed on top of her about a quarter second after she landed, then
slid
into her deeply as she recovered from the cushioned fall.
I reached down and grabbed her legs, pulling her closer on to me, and loving
the
feel of her tight wetness enveloping me as I did so. This was simple flat
out
fucking between us, and frankly, I loved watching her in this mode. She was
a
little more passionate than I remembered her being. I could feel her teeth
do
their best to nip at parts of me as I plundered her, and it became a game
between us for me to bring myself close enough for her to try and nip me,
and to
pull away just as she tried.
With a quick shove, I threw her legs over my shoulders and just plain rammed
into her hard. No subtlety, no finesse, just doing my best to act like a
jackhammer on overdrive, and from the almost growling sounds she made, I had
a
feeling it was going over well. By the time I let go of my cum inside of
her, I
think she had shuddered in orgasm under me about three times, and we were
both
covered in sweat that seemed to bleed through the clothes we were both still
wearing.
As we recovered, I could hear her mumble. "You fuck like a god."
I didn't quite know how to respond to that, so I simply said. "You bring out
the
best in me."
She smiled and pulled me close, and within a few seconds, she had settled
into a
gentle post coital nap.
So I lay there and, as I am known to do, I thought.
Theresa was an odd case for me. She was the first person to really be on the
receiving end of what I could do. And, over time, she was becoming maybe my
only
real lover in the group. Not to knock any of them, by any means. Lori was my
friend and hardcore fuck buddy. Karen was my student and ongoing experiment.
I
played daddy to her growing sense of womanhood and her hormonal urges.
Kristine
and Stacy were slaves and projects of mine. But frankly, Theresa was
different.
She kind of hit me where I lived. She was, in many ways, the best example I
had
ever seen of Robert Heinlein's quote about how 'A true lady takes of her
dignity
along with her clothes and does her whorish best'.
The more I thought about it, the more I realized that it bothered me that I
really saw no role for her in our little group. Not that it was a bad thing,
at
her core she was a gentle soul, and would likely be shocked by some of the
things I had done and would continue to do over time. She was a healer at
heart,
and I didn't think she would get into the whole "making the bad people pay"
angle that I had developed.
But as I thought about it, I came to one conclusion. Everyone needs a
friend,
especially someone like me. I needed a person to provide a moral center for
what
I was, and what I was doing. I looked down at her, watching the rise and
fall of
her chest as I came to that realization, and thought. "Okay, I'm good with
that.
Let's see where it takes me."
I woke the next day and began working on some new plans. If I was going to
be
the powerful telepathic demi-god I was turning into, it was time to begin
building a far larger base of power. Little did I know a key part of my
plans
would visit me as I was talking club business with Lori.
Teri the bartender answered the knock on the closed door of the club. It was
about noon, so we weren't officially open yet. Right then, we were
restocking
and deciding how big the night's booze order should be. Teri let in a couple
of
well-dressed men with Slavic features and slightly dark skin, not quite
olive
and not exactly Arab. They were both handsome in brutal sort of way, and
their
suits, while nicely tailored, were also just a little gaudy. I mind scanned
both
of them as they approached. I smiled; it looked like the local
representatives
of the mob were here to visit, in this case, members of the Russian
delegation.
Oh well. I had kind of hoped that I was on the Sicilian side of town, but
fortune seemed to hand me the Russians.
I stood as they approached the table. "Can I help you gentlemen?" I asked.
"Good afternoon, sir." one of them said. The sound of his English was
flawless,
and totally lacking in accent. My guess was he was ex-military. "I am Sergei
Milikov and this is my associate Ivan." I noticed her put the emphasis on
the
second syllable of Ivan, for some reason that seemed important.
I gestured to the empty chairs at the table. The two men took their seats
with
grace. "Now then, gentlemen what can I do for you?" I asked once they got
comfortable. "Can I get you a drink before we begin?"
"Whiskey for me." Sergei said, "And coffee for Ivan." I nodded to Teri, who
went
off and got their drinks. We exchanged small talk until she returned. After
she
left, Sergei took a drink of whiskey and smiled. "Single malt, I respect
your
taste."
"Thank you. I'm a believer in quality. So, what can I do for you gentlemen
today?"
"My associate and I represent a firm that handles unusual circumstances
insurance, and we were wondering if you might have an interest in such a
thing."
he said and straightened noticeably in his chair.
"And this insurance would protect me against?"
"Thieves, drug dealers, brawlers and others we could find a way to keep from
your door."
"You interest me, strangely. What is the base cost of your policy?" I asked.
"Three percent of your gross profit, perhaps less for certain
considerations,"
he said making eyes at Teri as she bent over to refill the beer cooler.
"Three percent, no considerations, and I think we have a deal." I replied as
warmly as I could manage. Hell, I was acting too much like a pimp lately,
and
I'd be damned if these two were going to turn my bar into an outcall
brothel.
"When does my coverage begin?" I asked.
"Immediately, although we expect your first payment by next Friday, and
weekly
installments thereafter" he said with a smile now that the deal was sealed.
"Excellent. And you'll be here to receive payment?" I asked.
"Myself or Ivan, no one else. If anyone else attempts to collect your
premium,
be sure to let me know."
"Of course. It would be bad for both our businesses."
"Ahh good, you understand. Now, I'm afraid Ivan and I have business
elsewhere.
Thank you for your time Mr ..."
"Jones"
"Mr. Jones, I look forward to seeing you and this wonderful place again."
Lori waited till they walked out. "So now we're paying the mob protection?
Hell,
you could have turned both those guys and made them hump each other for your
amusement!" she hissed as we walked to the office.
"Yeah, and when they failed to show any cash from this place, someone else
would
come by, and then when I sent them packing, someone else. Trust me, the
three
percent is worth every penny. If they're collecting from us, every thief in
town
is going to know to stay far away from here. Every crank, cocaine, and smack
dealer, too. Trust me, it's actually not a bad investment."
"And if they don't follow through?" Lori asked.
"Well then, Sergei would go home with a goofy smile on his face, and your
strap
on up his ass."
Lori smiled at that image, and soon we got back to real work. Looking back
on
it, I had no idea just how fortunate that little meeting would turn out to
be.


Chapter 12
By Michael Mccallum

The next day I had off from the bookstore, so I decided to have some good
nasty
fun. It was time for Stacy to continue her atonement. I called her, and had
her
come to the apartment Sean used as home base for his hacking, and then
invited
Kristine over as well. When they both arrived, I stood up and told Sean to
take
a moment away from the computer.
"Okay ladies, I have decided on a contest to see which one of you can go
home
first, and who gets to stay and help us both enjoy the rest of the
afternoon."
They both looked downcast.
"Now then, Kristine, you get Sean, Stacy you get me, and whichever one of
you
can make us cum first, using only your mouth, gets to go home." Kristine
practically leaped forward and shoved Sean's pants to the floor. Stacy took
some
time for this to register then came forward and opened mine. By the time she
had
my cock out, Sean was already rock hard and Kristine was working his dick
like a
mad woman, sucking so hard her cheeks were pulled in, then moving down to
lick
his balls to get him going.
Stacy was still getting used to it. She had blown guys before, but she was
never
what one would call enthusiastic about it. I was about half hard a minute
later,
and slowly reached down to take her hair in my hands, guiding her head back
and
forth on me. She began to get her tongue into the act. She was getting
better,
but this would take a while. As I began to get my hips into it, I heard Sean
grunt then stiffen, and I saw Kristine do her best to keep what appeared to
be
the better part of a copious load of cum in her mouth. She sat back, wiped
her
mouth, and said "hah" to the little cheerleader who was still working me.
I could see Stacy's shoulders slump, but she kept at it. A quick scan of her
mind showed her thinking that if she got me off, I might be more gentle in
whatever I had in mind for later. Good, she was learning.
I sat on the couch and let the little girl do her best at the act, and
slowly,
she improved. Using her tongue on the underside of my head and doing her
best to
coax me to orgasm with her hand. A few minutes later I came, just as
Kristine
walked out the door, smiling and swaying her ass as she did. She waved a
small
jaunty good bye to Stacy as the door closed.
Okay, it should be pretty plain that I rigged the contest. I did so for a
reason. It was time for Stacy to apologize to Sean in the best way that she
could. Although I had to keep in mind the happy surprise I had learned about
my
little blonde toy.
She had managed to keep her cherry. She had been using hand jobs and
blowjobs to
keep her boyfriends happy, and had so far, had managed to avoid having
anyone
enter her. Hell, as far as I could tell, she hadn't even stuck a finger in
there. I was planning on saving that for something special.
As I sat back on the couch, I looked at Stacy. "Now then, Stacy why don't
you
tell Sean what you had in mind for him in regards to changing your grades."
I
said. I could see her grimace, maybe because she could taste Diane's pussy
in
her mouth again as her temper rose a notch. I wasn't sure.
"I was going to let him do it, then set him up so my boyfriend would beat
his
ass before I had to repay him." Sean looked seriously shocked at first, then
pissed at the idea.
"Thank you Stacy. Sean, what do you think of that?" I asked.
"That little bitch." he said simply.
"Good answer. Stacy is now going to repay you. Let's adjourn to the bedroom,
shall we?" All three of us moved there. "Now then, Stacy if you would be so
kind
as to get up on all fours on the bed." She did so slowly with a look of a
hunted
animal.
"Good. Sean, you're going to take your repayment out of her ass, literally."
He
beamed at that idea. "But first, I think you need to tenderize it, so you
get to
give Stacy a spanking. Stacy, would you be kind enough to remove your
pants."
She did so slowly, knowing what was coming didn't exactly help her to move
any
faster. She slid off her pants and panties then threw them to the floor, and
then resumed her position on all fours on the bed.
Sean stepped forward with a look of glee on his face and slapped her ass
hard.
Stacy gasped and winced, and he did the same on her other cheek. Slowly,
Sean
got into the act more and more, working her butt like a prizefighter working
a
speed bag. By the time he was tired, she was crying. He sat back with a
slight
sheen of sweat on his forehead.
"Very good Sean. Did you enjoy that?"
"Oh, you have no idea." He said looking down at the prostrate girl.
"Good, you'll like this even more. Did Kristine leave a tube of that stuff
she
uses when you....enjoy yourself with her?"
He got the idea instantly. "Oh yes, she did. Am I going to?"
"Yes you are."
He practically leaped to the nightstand and got out the tube of lubricant
and
began liberally applying it to his cock. While he did that, I touched
Stacy's
mind again. "You're going to find this act amazingly arousing, and you're
going
to cum all the way through it." She shook her head at the command but I
could
feel her arousal jumping when Sean moved behind her and put his cock at the
entrance to her sphincter. He pushed forward, meeting some initial
resistance,
and then slid into her deeply as she gasped and squeaked at the intrusion.
I sat back and watched as the skinny, self-proclaimed geek slid deep into
the
girl's tight ass, then began a rhythm deep inside her. He reached forward
and
grabbed her still clothed breasts, and leaned into her ear. I could hear him
whisper into her ear as he fucked her. "You're such a little whore, I think
you're liking this. Are you?" It took a moment, but she nodded. From my
vantage
point, I could see her cunt get moist as he took her deeper and harder. He
pulled back on her hair forcing her back harder onto him, like a jockey
holding
the reigns of a racehorse, and the pitch of his grunting and her moans and
squeaks as she came again and again kept filling the room.
I could see her raise her hand up to her pussy and begin rubbing her clit
while
he brutalized her tightest hole, and once again she came deeply moving
forward
to scream into a pillow. As she did, Sean came in her little ass and
collapsed
on top of her. The two of them made a deeply breathing barely moving pile of
flesh on the bed.
I smiled as Sean disentangled himself from her and went to the bathroom,
then
returned. "Thanks boss. Think you could bring her by again?" he said with a
smile.
"I'm sure it could be arranged. Keep up the good work."
"Oh I will. Trust me." He said glancing at the now just recovering girl.
"Good. Enjoy the rest of the day. I'll get back to you." He started to walk
back
into the living room. "Oh wait, almost forgot." I handed him an envelope
from my
pocket. "Your weekly pay, don't spend it all in one shot."
"No prob, but I am looking at a car."
"Call me first. I'll make sure you get the best price."
"Will do."
He walked out and I looked at the girl now slowly sitting up on the bed, she
seemed unsure of what to think about the whole event. She had enjoyed it,
but
only because I said she should.
I walked over to the bed. "Stacy, take off your shirt and bra, it's time for
something new. It's called tit fucking. Use your mouth to get me hard."
She bent to the task with a new enthusiasm. All in all, her taming was going
better than I thought it would.
Which left me the rest of the day, or evening as the case may be, to sit
down
and be surrounded by scantily clad women. To be honest, if anyone's found a
better way to spend their time I would appreciate them keeping it to
themselves.
I honestly don't think I could handle it.
Now I know some of you out there are probably wondering why I didn't turn
the
bar into my own personal sexual buffet. I'll be honest, the thought crossed
my
mind about 12 times a night, but then it dawned on me that I was on the
wrong
end of the god's somewhat warped sense of humor. I was having sex regularly
with
four different women. This will tax just about any normal man, and adding
more
would have most likely sent me down a path of lost weight, shaky hands and a
potential heart murmur. But, as they keep saying, what a way to go.
I was on fantasy number eight of the evening, wondering what it would be
like to
take the twin act working the stage right now. I sighed and added them to
the
list of potential conquests on my list, which was growing by the day.
Actually,
sometimes it seemed like it was growing by the minute.
I was sipping at my coke and tapping my foot to the Steve Earle song playing
for
the lovely ladies onstage when Julie, the girl Marcus had been so interested
in,
came to my table. "Hey boss got a minute?" she asked sweetly.
"Sure. Did you need to talk to me here or in the office?" I replied.
"The office would be better, it's quieter."
"No problem, let's go."
We walked into the office, and I shut the door behind us. Julie was one of
the
more popular girls at the bar, which some might find odd. She was a bit on
the
plump side, but in a pleasing manner, with hair that was mostly black with
the
front done in white highlights. She had a sweet smile, and worked the
patrons
for drinks expertly, making them part with their money as painlessly as
possible. I was hoping she wasn't quitting on me, as she brought in a large
part
of the night's take.
"What can I do for you?" I asked as we got comfy.
"Actually, it's what I'm going to do for you. You are in very serious
danger."
Mentally, this was the equivalent of throwing a car with manual transmission
from fifth to reverse by accident. It takes you a second to recover. "I'm
sorry,
could you repeat that?"
"I said you're in danger. They're on to you."
"Okay, let's assume I have no idea what you're talking about. Who are
'They',
and why would they be out to get me?" I said, and reached into the cooler to
grab a bottle of water.
"'They' are other telepaths. They've been around for a very long time. They
keep
an eye open for people who develop the ability and do their best to suppress
them."
"Define 'suppress'."
"It ranges from finding a way to get them sent to prison to assassinating
them.
They have a corner on the market of reading minds, and they'd like to keep
it"
she said with a serious expression.
"Which, of course, leads me to ask what makes you think I'm a telepath?"
Which is when she reached out and touched my mind. Her command was "Stand up
and
dance" and I did, doing an odd hornpipe for her amusement, until she said
"Stop.
That's how I know. I'm a telepath too, and I need your help."
It was all I could do to recover from the shock and form a rational thought.
"I
think we should have this conversation somewhere else."


Chapter 13
By Michael Mccallum

I waited for Julie to change into street clothes, and then we skipped off to
a
nearby all night greasy spoon. We chose a table away from the others and
dove
in, putting on a good show of eating food that neither of us really wanted.
"Okay, so why do you need my help? You've got the powers too." I asked, as I
did
so I opened my mind and did a low power scan, just for truth, not her whole
thoughts.
"They've got leverage on me. I'm part of one of the families that's had the
ability for centuries. The men hold all the power, and the women are
generally
considered useful for breeding other members of the elite, or for certain
other
special uses."
"Like spying."
"Exactly. I've managed to keep away from them for a while, but they've
implanted
some subliminals and post hypnotics in my mind to keep me in line. I need
those
gone, and I need to disappear."
"Before I agree to give you any help, you have to answer some questions for
me."
"Done."
"You said I'm in danger. I need to know specifically what kind and when."
"Like I said, the post hypnotics make me report back to my family. They know
about you, and they're probably going to take action soon." she said,
staring at
her ice tea.
"Any idea what kind of action?"
"At a guess, I'd say to expect a team of shooters."
"Okay, if I feed you data to send them, could you do it knowing there's a
good
chance it's disinformation?"
"Yes. As long as there's some truth in it, I can do it."
"Good. Once I pick out the garbage in your head, I'm going to need every
piece
of information you have on the others."
"Done." she replied.
"Okay, last question. Why are you doing this?"
She sighed. "Two reasons. First, I've been watching you since I saw the
medical
report on your surgery. You've done some unpleasant things, but usually with
some sort of good intent behind it. You have ethics, and it worries you that
you're losing touch with them. It's a good sign, trust me. Some members of
my
family would do things that would turn your hair white just to keep
themselves
entertained on a slow TV night."
"You'll have to tell more about that last part sometime, it'll help to keep
me
centered. And the other reason?"
"I want to be free damn it!" she said with a clenched jaw. "I've been
controlled
mentally since I was five. For once, I'd like to know what it's like to lead
my
own life."
I could feel the truth in that last statement.
"Okay. We've got a deal. Take the rest of the night off. Call me at this
number
tomorrow at eleven. We'll start in on your commands tomorrow." I wrote my
cell
number on a business card for the bookstore.
"Why not tonight?" she said with a voice that sounded impatient. Hell, if
I'd
been in her shoes, I really wouldn't want much in the way of a delay either.
"I've got a war to prepare for, and I can't really help you if I'm dead."
She
nodded, seeing the logic.
"Tomorrow then."
I watched her walk out then grabbed my phone. My first call was Marcus.
"Marcus
White speaking."
"Hi Marcus. It's Mr. Jones."
"What can I do for you?"
"I have an odd request, but it could pay a big bonus."
"Fill me in."
"Okay I need you to follow me around. Specifically, I need you to see if
I've
grown a tail."
There was pause on the other end of the line. "Got any reason to think you
have?"
"Rumor has it there's a contract out on me." I said after a brief pause.
"Where are you at?" I gave him the address of the restaurant. "I've got a
couple
of friends in town that used to be secret service. I'll bring them in on
this.
Their fee is pretty reasonable."
"Yeah, well, right now I'm not feeling like paying bargain rates, so go
ahead."
The line went dead and I waited.
Marcus was there twenty minutes later. In the mean time, I made another
phone
call, this one to Sergei.
"We've got somewhere to go." I said as Marcus walked in.
He handed me a travel bag. "That's nice. Before we leave, go to the bathroom
and
put this on." I decided not to argue with the nice man and did as he said.
As I
expected, inside the bag was a Kevlar vest rated to stop most small arms
fire.
"Nice accessory." I said as I walked out.
"Consider it you're new lover. Wrap her around you at all times."
We took a quick drive in Marcus's car to Sergei's club. Marcus looked at me
funny as we got out. "You do know who owns this place right?"
"Yeah, my insurance agent. Come on."
We walked in and Ivan led me to Sergei's table, all the while making hard
eyes
at Marcus. Marcus returned his look with eyes like cold steel. I had a
feeling
there was history between those two. Sergei greeted me politely, and led me
to
his office. Once we got in, he asked, "What do you need? Ivan said you
needed to
make a purchase."
"I need a pistol, something light with decent stopping power."
"You have cash of course."
"I didn't think you'd take a check."
He opened a drawer in his desk and pulled out a Glock .40 caliber pistol. I
took
it from him and checked the action and the firing pin assembly. "I'll take
it.
How much?"
"Fifteen hundred. The weapon is clean, and worth every penny."
"Done. Do you throw in rounds and a spare magazine?"
"For you, nothing is to good." He smiled and handed me a box of hydro
shocks,
and two spare magazines for the pistol, and added a holster for it all. You
gotta love full service.
"Pleasure doing business with you Sergei, Stop by for a drink sometime."
"But of course." he said, and led me out of the club. Marcus followed, and
only
let himself relax a notch when we got back in the car.
"Man, I am so not fond of those guys. How do you know them?" he asked as we
drove off. I noticed he kept making random turns to see if anyone was trying
to
follow us.
"I'm paying Sergei three percent of my gross in protection. Seemed like a
good
investment."
He thought that over for a bit, then shrugged. "Makes sense. Now would you
mind
telling me who it is that might have a contract out on you, and why?"
"Okay, but this is going to be complicated so listen closely."


Chapter 14
By Michael Mccallum

So, I did what any sane man would do when his life was in danger. I lied,
and
used my abilities to make it seem like it all made sense. So now, Marcus
believed that a business deal had gone a little too well for me, and a
competitor was doing his best to win back a contract. Not bad for the spur
of
the moment, I thought.
After driving around for about an hour, Marcus pulled into a Hilton and I
got
two rooms. I'd pick up clothes and such tomorrow, right now I just needed to
sleep and to clear my head and think. If the bad guys were as dangerous and
as
powerful as Julie had hinted they were, I might have to start making long
term
plans for defense.
Eventually, it hit me. If viewed through a historic lens, defense doesn't
really
win any battles. Anyone can sit back and try not to get hit, but eventually
they
do, keeping to the law of averages and stuff. So instead, I was going to
have to
find some way to take the offensive.
I made a phone call to Lori. "Heya darlin."
"Hey! Where did you go? And where's Julie? Sharing a room, are we?"
"'Fraid not, she just needed to talk to me about some stuff. Got some time
after
work tonight? I'm feeling kind of stressed."
"And you need someone to unwind you right."
"Exactly."
"Tell me where you are." So I did.
"I'll be there soon, Teri can close up."
I warned Marcus I was expecting company. It probably wouldn't be a good
thing to
be interrupted in the midst of some good old-fashioned bed-jamming sex by a
gun
toting ex-fed.
Lori arrived about half an hour later. She had outdone herself this time.
She
was wearing a skirt slit to hip height, a black wrap-around blouse, and not
a
whole lot else.
"Hi mister." she said in a sexy voice. "The agency sent me."
It didn't take a genius to figure out what fantasy role she was playing
today,
and I kind of appreciated it. "Come on in." I said, and watched as she
sashayed
sweetly into the room. Damn, she knew how to move her ass.
"So whatcha wanna do tonight honey?" she said in a low drawl. Man, she was
playing the part well.
"Put on a show for me darling." I said and sat back in a chair. Lori smiled
and
went to work, dancing in a slow, sensuous rhythm and slowly shedding her
clothes
as she made her way backwards towards the bed. By the time her butt slid
onto
the bed, she was down to just her panties. She slid up the bed slowly and
let
her hand trail down her tummy, sliding a finger over her last remaining
garment,
and tracing the lips of her sex through it, making a soft "oh" as her finger
trailed over her clit.
She slowly built up speed doing this, her chest moving up and down deeper as
she
did so. After a time, I could see just a hint of wetness come through her
panties. I watched the show and felt myself rising to the occasion. I smiled
and
stood up, releasing the catch on my pants, then let my underwear hit the
floor
right behind them. She smiled up at me as I slid onto the bed.
I took my finger and hooked her panties to the side and slowly bent to lick
her
pussy. The groan she gave as I did was satisfying, and the taste of her on
my
tongue was enough to make my impending troubles go away for a while.
Her hips began to wiggle as I took long licks of her pussy, and moved even
more
when my finger began rubbing her little rosebud of an asshole. "Oh god,
mister,
what are you doing to me?" she breathed as I kept up my ministrations.
I lifted my head and slid a finger into her pussy, stirring the pot. "I'm
gonna
fuck you."
"Please?" she said, forcing herself down on the finger that was tickling her
insides.
I stripped off my shirt, then hooked my fingers into her panties and pulled
them
down. She raised her ass to help get them off. I grinned and moved up over
her
and slid my cock up and down her sex. "Please mister, I need it now," she
said
in soft drawl.
"Tell me what you want." I said, running the tip of my member over her clit.
"Fuck me, please." she moaned.
So I slid in deeply, loving the feel of her wet walls surrounding me as I
moved
into her. I sat there, feeling her heat surround me, and brought my hands up
to
her tits as I slowly began moving in her. I slid my thumbs over her nipples
as
my cock plumbed her depths.
"Is this what you want?" I asked as her hips rose up to meet every thrust I
made.
"Yes." she breathed simply. I grinned and slid my hand down her body.
Tickling
her as I went. She wiggled nicely as I kept up my pace in her. Then slowly,
I
ran my finger down to her ass. She moaned as it slid over her little hole,
and
again as it forced it's way in. I could feel my cock running in and out of
her
as I fucked her. I wiggled the finger in her butt, and her hips began moving
uncontrollably. I could feel the pressure building in my nuts.
"Where do you want it?" I asked
"My mouth, cum in my mouth, I haven't tasted you in so long." she groaned.
I pulled myself from her hole, feeling the cool air on my wet cock, and then
brought it to her mouth. She took it in slowly and sucked me gently, running
her
tongue across the underside. I moved my hips into her face as she worked.
With
almost no warning, I felt myself swell and shoot my load into her mouth,
biting
back a shout of triumph at my release. Her hips were still pumping up and
down
as she took my cum and swallowed it all. I reached down to her pussy and ran
my
fingers over her clit. She gasped as I captured her clit between two fingers
and
rubbed it in circles. She was moaning and gasping as I picked up the pace. I
could feel her breathing pick up speed as her arousal increased. It didn't
take
long for her to cum, her wetness coating my fingers as she did. I kept it up
for
a few seconds more, trying to extend her orgasm for a bit, then she settled
back
down onto the bed.
I lay next to her, feeling her breathing slow back to normal as she settled
an
arm over my chest. "That was great," she finally said into my ear.
"Go team." I whispered back.
We both lay there for a while. "So why the hotel? What's going on?" she
finally
asked.
"I'm in trouble. I got news that someone might have it in for me."
"Who told you?" she asked.
"Julie. Want to hear the whole story?"
"Hell yeah. Life wouldn't be as much fun without you in it."
"I'll take that as a compliment." I grinned.
So I filled her in.
"How do you plan on handling this?" she asked.
"Simple. Survive their first attack, then see what I can do to take the
offensive." I replied and ran a finger up her back.
"Good. I didn't want to think about having the to turn the bar over to bad
versions of guys like you."
"We'll try to hold that off."
"You got any ideas of how to 'take the offensive', as you put it?
"Yeah, but it's gonna be tricky."
"So tell me."
I paused, took a deep breath, and said. "I'm wondering if it's possible to
make
more people like me."
"You mean, turn normal people into telepaths?"
"Exactly."
"I volunteer," she said seriously. "I think Karen would volunteer too. Hell,
she'd do it in a heartbeat."
"Whoa! Hold on, I don't even know if it'll work yet. For all I know, I might
just succeed in turning your brain into so much grape jelly." I replied,
stunned
by the suddenness of her agreement.
"Yeah, like my brain was really all together a few weeks ago. Listen, I want
to
do this, I owe you my sanity, and probably a whole lot more. Give it a test
with
me."
"Not tonight. I've got to plot this out, think about how to do it. We'll
start
tomorrow morning."
"Deal. In the meantime, I have a plan for passing the night. Hand me your
cell
phone."
I did, looking at her quizzically. She dialed Karen. "Hey sweetie, sneak out
of
the house and meet us at the Hilton. We're throwing an end of the world
party,
and you need to be here." She listened, added directions then hung up.
"Okay, Karen's going to be here." She dialed another number. "Hello you
nasty
little cunt, Get your ass to..." And she gave directions to the hotel. "And
be
ready to serve. Okay, now we have Kristine, want to call Stacy or Theresa?"
"Nah, three women in one night is kind of my limit."
"Wimp." she said, and got up from the bed. "Gotta freshen up. Oh, this is
going
to be fun." I watched her walk to the bathroom, and listened as she ran the
shower. I got up and wandered the room, pondering the sudden turn of events.
I
had to admit I could see some serious potential in the evening. I was
already
imagining several scenarios as I slipped on my shorts and waited.
Lori got out of the shower a few minutes later, and not too long after that,
there was a knock on the door. I looked through the peephole and saw
Kristine
fidgeting by the door. I opened the door and let her in. She was wearing a
knee
length skirt, and a black button up blouse. Her bra did a nice job of
showing
off her cleavage. She looked nervous as she stepped into the room and I'm
sure
Lori's presence didn't help.
A couple of minutes later, there was another knock on the door. A quick peep
revealed Karen on the other side, so I let her in as well. Part of me
wondered
how Marcus was going to react to whatever sounds he might hear from this
side of
the room. 'What the hell.' I figured. If someone's going to try and kill me,
I
might as well enjoy whatever time I have.
I walked up behind Karen and ran my fingers over her tummy. She had managed
to
sneak out of the house wearing a schoolgirl outfit. White blouse, plaid
skirt,
knee high socks, and hair tied back in pigtails. 'Not bad, girl!' I thought
as
my hands drifted inside her skirt. A quick feel revealed a set of thong
panties
that felt like lace.
I was having fun feeling up Karen as Lori looked at Kristine. "Strip for us
Kristine, we have plans for you." Kristine went to work, swaying her hips as
she
slowly began to unbutton her top. As she did her act, I slid my hands down
farther into Karen's skirt, sliding her thong down her legs. She made a
quick
adjustment with her hips and it slid to the floor. She leaned her head back
and
purred into my neck. Kristine had now shed her top and was slowly working
her
bra off her chest.
I grinned as my hand found the closure to Karen's skirt and opened it,
allowing
it to join her thong on the floor. She was now naked from the waist down,
and
she could feel my hardness pressing into her bottom. She ground back on it
as
Kristine went to work on her skirt and slid it down slowly over her hips,
revealing a set of blue silk panties. I grinned and opened the front of
Karen's
blouse, letting it stay on her shoulders to reveal her pert little breasts
just
enough, then slowly guided her to the bed. I gestured to Kristine.
"Get her ready for me." I said. She nodded obediently and slowly kissed her
way
up the girl's thigh. Karen sighed softly as the older woman's mouth worked
its
way up to her more sensitive spots. I watched the show as Lori gently
stroked me
through my shorts.
"Mind if I play with Kristine while you have fun with Karen?" Lori asked.
"Not at all, but nothing too brutal."
"Of course not." she whispered, trying to look shocked. "I save the brutal
stuff
for a place where no one will hear it."
"Good. I'll arrange for that later." I could feel precum leaking into my
shorts,
and Karen was gasping and moaning as Kristine licked at her little hole with
ardor. The girl was now holding onto Kristine's hair, guiding and pressing
the
woman's mouth into her. It made for an enjoyable sight from my perspective.
The
younger girl's nipples were at full attention, and she was fiddling with
them
with her other hand. I smiled and slid off my shorts.
I took Kristine's face away from the girl's parted legs, and then pushed her
aside. Karen whined at the loss of sensation until she looked up and saw me
moving over her. From off to the side, I could hear Lori say; "Come here,
slut.
I've got plans for you." I decided to not look and put my attention towards
the
girl in front of me.
I ran my prick up and down the girl's slit as she squirmed, trying to get me
in,
then pressed her shoulders to the bed and sank hilt deep into her in one
smooth
stroke. Damn, this girl was a vice in honey and velvet. She cooed as it went
in,
and it didn't take long before we were at a furious pace of loving.
I was ramming myself deeply into her tightness, and she was working herself
back
as hard as she could. "Oh god, it's been too long." she said from under me.
"I
need this."
I merely grunted, but I had to admit that I had been kind of giving the girl
the
short end of my attention. On the list of reasons to keep living, I think I
had
just added 'Conjugal duties to a schoolgirl' somewhere near the top of the
list.
I felt Karen spasm under me and I slowed down, trying to keep her cum going
and
not overstimulate her. I felt her breathing return to close to normal than
picked up the pace again. Karen smiled up at me as I did. I could feel her
clench around me, a little wetter than she had been before, as she rolled
her
hips up to meet me. In the background, I could hear spanking noises, but I
chose
not to look up just then.
It took longer for both us to reach our peak this time. Lori had done a good
job
at taking the edge off my horniness, and now I was riding Karen like a prize
mare. She was going at a brisk pace, but soon I could feel my balls tighten
and
get ready to release. "I'm almost there." I said, nearly breathless.
"Do it, I want to feel it," she replied in a pant.
So I did, moaning and groaning as I felt myself cum deeply in the girl. As I
did, it was like a dam broke in her and she came hard, almost screaming as
it
happened. I ground hard into her pelvis, trying to rub myself as intensely
as I
could across her clitoris.
We slowed our movements gradually, and I fell on top of her, feeling her
chest
heave with deep breaths of air. I could feel our combined juices running out
of
the girl and pooling onto the bed. I rolled over slowly and pulled her on
top of
me.
I heard Lori whisper something to Kristine, then felt her settle onto the
bed.
I looked down and saw Kristine move her head between our legs and begin
licking
around our joined parts. It was an odd but yet pleasant sensation, becoming
more
so as she went on.
Karen's breathing slowly returned to normal as we lay there still joined a
little by my deflating cock, and greeted by Karen's questing tongue, which
seemed to seek out our combined juices on our legs.
"Okay, that does it. I want you more often." Karen said to me as we lay
there.
"And Lori, too. Hell, if I'm going to be part of this group, I might as well
be
part of it as a whole."
I couldn't really fault her logic. "We'll work on that, starting tomorrow.
It
looks like it's going to be a full day."
Lori joined us on the bed. "Damn right it will." She looked at Kristine.
"You
can go home now." Kristine left the bed and began pulling her clothes on
slowly,
looking both relieved that we wouldn't use her anymore, and disappointed
that
she hadn't really gotten any satisfaction from what had happened here.
Once the door shut behind her, I sat back and sighed. Tomorrow was going to
be a
busy day, and now I had people to follow me around while I did my business.
This
was going to be exciting.
Karen stirred a bit, then yawned and asked, "Hey, Lori said this was an end
of
the world party. What's that all about?"
Lori turned her head to me, letting me field the question. "Allow me to
explain."
It was quite a while before I got any sleep.
A Mind apart
Chapter 15
By Michael Mccallum
The next morning, I woke up with Lori, and then called Marcus. "Is security
all
set?" I asked when he answered
"Yep. I got my two new guys waiting, one by the door to your room, and
another
in the hallway of the hotel. I rented a car to use in place of yours for
whatever you need to do today." Not bad. Marcus and his two subcontractors
had
done a good job of making any potential assassin's life a little more
difficult.
"Okay. I'll be out in half an hour, so be on stand-by." I said.
"Will do."
I looked at Lori. "Go to the club and get a grand in cash, catch a flight to
Toronto, and go to the bank. We'll need to transfer some money from the
safety
deposit boxes."
"I thought we were going to take care of a different part of you war plan?"
she
said questioningly.
"We'll take care of that as soon as your butt touches ground back here.
Right
now, we need a large war chest." I wasn't poor in the accounts yet, but
frankly,
I would feel more comfortable with cash money on standby.
"Okay, I'll handle it. How much do you want moved into the account?" she
asked.
"Half a million. I'm pretty sure we'll make it back off the club this year."
I
said.
"Okay, got it." She turned her back and got dressed. When she was done, she
was
a little teary-eyed. "Do not, I repeat, do not get dead while I'm gone. I
owe
you too much for you to get killed while I'm running an errand."
"I'll do my best. Now take care of this as fast as you can, and we'll see
about
kicking off the war as soon as you get home." She nodded and I wiped her
eyes.
"Will it ever be normal again?" she asked.
"I don't know. I've never seen normal. I do know, though, that no matter
what,
we're going to have as much fun as we can fit into the days."
"I'm good with that." That seemed to appease her a bit.
I slid the holster with my new pistol into my belt, checked the fit of my
jacket
around it, and then walked out the door. Marcus and an athletically built
handsome African American man were waiting for me.
"Hey boss. This is Calvin, he'll be handling point security today." Calvin
nodded to me.
"Good morning Calvin. I hope your ready for a busy day." I said, and began
walking down the hallway. He took a position just behind me and to the side.
"No problem sir. After following the president around for a couple of years,
everything else seems kind of slow." I thought about it. He probably had a
point; hell, I was a simple bar and bookstore owner, which meant he had way
fewer things to check on than he was used to.
We took an elevator down to the lobby where Marcus settled my bill, and I
met my
second bodyguard, a very large blonde northern Italian-looking guy named
Alex.
From there, we took the rental out to the club. Marcus followed us at a
distance
to see if I had developed a tail.
Along the way, I got a call from Julie. "When do we get started?" she asked.
"Meet me at the club in half an hour. We'll start there."
"I'll be there."
Phase one of retaking the initiative would begin then. In return for freeing
her
mind, Julie had pledged to give me all the data she had on the families she
knew
of who were telepathic. Excellent. That would help to know what I was
facing,
and any strengths and weaknesses they had.
We made a quick stop at a fast food joint for breakfast, and then doubled
back
on our trail to see if anyone was following. It didn't look like it, but
five
minutes later I got a phone call from Marcus. "Here's the news. You've got
issues," his voice said over my cell phone.
"Hell, I've known that for years." I said.
"Well in this case, it means you've got a two man team in separate cars
following you." he said.
Damn. I had been hoping Julie was just crying wolf. "How do you want to
handle
it?" I asked.
"It looks like their just collecting information right now, so I say you've
got
some time before it gets heavy. Hand the phone to Calvin." I did as I was
asked,
and watched and listened as Calvin said. "Uh huh, right, no problem." then
hung
up.
"Anything I need to know?" I asked.
"Just that I'm going to be sticking to you like glue."
"Wouldn't want it any other way."
We got the club about ten minutes later. Teri had already opened the place
and
was going through the usual routine of starting the day. She was counting
bottles as I came in. She nodded as Calvin and I came in. "Julie's waiting
for
you in the office." I looked at Calvin.
"Sorry, but can you wait outside? This is a business thing." Calvin nodded
and
took a place by the door.
I walked into the office and the cute young lady was indeed waiting for me.
She
stood up as I came in., and I motioned for her to sit back down. "Okay. The
day
has just gotten complicated, so let's get to work." I said as I took a
chair.
"What's going on?" Julie asked as I got comfortable.
"Your family seems to be working pretty fast. My security guys spotted a
tail I
picked up this morning."
Julie kind of slumped in her chair. "Oh, God."
"So I'm going to see what I can do for you, then I'm going to take care of
that
problem."
She nodded. "Okay, get to work."
I reached out and touched her mind, she offered no resistance as I prodded
and
probed. I started with her family's history, keeping an eye out for anything
that might start off one of the little mental traps she had told me about.
A friend of mine who spent a couple of tours in the army once told me how
you
clear a minefield by hand. This was similar. I spent quite some time taking
small steps through her mind, and slowly found little traps that had been
set
around certain impulses. Some she had disconnected or minimized herself, but
a
few needed time to find and then make useless. In the process, I learned a
great
deal about her family.
She had been born into a branch of a family named Deveroux. They had
occasionally added what they felt might be worthy prospects to their line so
as
to avoid the possibility of unviable offspring through inbreeding, and also
to
bring in people who had resources the family could put to use. Her father
had
been a real estate magnate, and her mother a well-respected accountant from
the
main part of the family.
Julie had been born with the gift, and from what I could see was
particularly
talented in its use. That was something the main branch of the family both
respected and frowned on, as women were not to use their powers more
effectively
than the men as a matter of bias and tradition.
They started bringing her into line as a small child, using their abilities
to
lower her self-image and to keep her power in check. Any attempt by her to
use
certain elements of her powers would lead to crippling pain and possibly
death.
I removed those blocks from her mind first, and then saw the background on
them.
From there, it was a matter of her being educated to spy for the family,
using
her abilities to start a network of medical professionals who would spot the
emergence of spontaneous telepathy in someone and report it to her. She
would
arrive and verify it, and then the person would be "dealt with". I lost
track of
the number of times she had been in on adverse dealings with people whose
only
real fault was their own expanding consciousness.
It took some time, but I felt pretty confidant that I had removed all the
blocks
and traps from her mind before I withdrew myself from her brain. We both sat
there groaning when I was done, a look at the clock shocked me. We'd only
been
there for about ten minutes. I kept that in mind for later. The perception
of
the passing of time obviously shifted when I was busy in someone's head.
Julie finally lifted her head and looked at me. "Thanks. It might be cheesy,
but
I do feel much better now." she said with a weak smile.
"No problem. I guess we'll see if it works over the next few days."
"Oh, that we will. I want my freedom, and more than a little revenge."
"You'll get both, just listen for a minute." I told her a part of my plan,
and
she grinned. I decided just as a matter of common sense not to tell her all
of
it. While I knew she could be trusted, I also knew she could only be trusted
to
a point. She had plans for her freedom, and frankly, while they didn't look
like
they would interfere with my plans, I wasn't about to take too many chances.
Besides, if she had an accidental run in with her "family", she couldn't
give
the whole game away.
"I like your idea. I'll get out of here and make a few phone calls."
"Do that. I'll look forward to the results."
Julie walked out of the office, and I sat and rested for a bit, doing my
best to
look like I was going over order forms on my desk. I was slowly learning
more
subtle uses for my abilities, and I had a strange feeling I was going to
need
more to just survive as this whole business of being a marked man
progressed.
There was a knock on the door, and Calvin's voice said. "Hey boss, Marcus is
here. He says he has some stuff you need to see."
"Let him in." I reached down and put my hand on my pistol, just in case. In
this
case I was not being paranoid, it was simply good sense.
Marcus came in with a manila folder and placed it on my desk. "Meet your two
most likely bad guys," he said with a smile.
I opened it and looked it over. The pictures were of two men in their early
40's. Their faces shared a look and set that made me think they were closely
related. "Brothers?" I asked.
"Good call. Herman and Hans Stroesser, two very bad boys. They were brought
into
the East German Stazi back in the 70's, and worked for them all the way up
until
the wall came down. Since then they've gone freelance. Mostly black
operations,
assassinations, torture, that sort of thing." he said.
"Where did you get the information?" I asked
"I used to work the counter intelligence section at the FBI. Those two's
pictures used to pass our desk about once a month, but it's been a while
since
they've been in the states."
As I collected the pictures, a thought occurred to me. "Okay, keep an eye on
them. There are some people I want to show these photos to."
"How about I just call the bureau? They'd love to haul these guys in for
some
questioning." He said.
"Not just yet, I want to see what someone else has to say."
"Okay, just don't take too long. They might go operational any minute."
"Understood." I got up from my desk. "I promise we'll have something good
for
these guys by tonight."
"Good, I'd love to see them get theirs. Even for killers, they're not
exactly
pleasant types."
I walked out of the office and looked at Calvin. "Would you be kind enough
to
get the car? There's someone I need to go see." Calvin nodded and walked out
to
the parking lot.
While I waited, Marcus gave me the once over and then chuckled. "So what
were
you doing last night? It sure sounded busy in there."
"What do you think any man in my situation would do? I called a couple of
friends and we had a relaxing evening."
"Anyone I know?"
"Lori and Kristine." I replied.
"Damn! Must be nice to be the boss."
"And then some, but hell, I figured you were chasing after Julie."
"Yeah, and successfully too. Unfortunately, your situation has me putting
our
next date on hold."
"I'll try to have it resolved soon. I'd hate to think I was putting a dent
in
your social life." That got a smile.
"Don't worry about it. Frankly, with what you're paying me for all this, I
can
afford to take her wherever she wants, for at least a month solid." He
walked
out the door, and I saw Calvin pull up in the car, and Alex stepped out and
opened the door for me. I got in and gave Calvin an address.
We drove in silence. My two bodyguards were busy keeping an eye open for bad
guys, and I kept fingering the pictures of my two supposed assassins. With
any
luck, the tables would be turned on them soon.
We pulled into the driveway of Sergei's club, and again, Alex got out and
walked
to the door, opening it for me, and then opening the club's door and
entering
before me. Calvin remained in the car. Sergei was sitting at a corner table
flanked by Ivan. He nodded to me, and I walked forward. I placed the manila
folder on the table, then pulled an envelope out of my pocket and pushed it
across the table to him. "My insurance premium." Sergei took it and handed
it to
Ivan who placed it in his jacket.
Sergei looked at the folder. "So what do you have for me, my friend?"
"Pictures of two men who have been sent to kill me. I was wondering if you
could
give me any information you might have on them." Sergei nodded and took the
folder. His reaction when he looked over the pictures stunned me. His hands
balled into fists around the folder and he turned a deeper shade of red. He
said
something in Russian to Ivan who walked off, brought back a bottle of vodka
and
filled a glass two fingers deep. I waited till Sergei drank and settled
himself
before I said anything.
"I take it you know them."
He nodded. "You have done me a great favor my friend. These men did some
very
bad things to my niece, and her father has offered quite a bit of money for
any
information that might lead him to them."
"Glad to be of service. My question is what are you and your associates
going to
do about those two?"
"Do you know where they are staying?" Sergei asked.
I pulled my phone from my jacket pocket, and called Marcus. In a few seconds
I
had scribbled down some information that would make Sergei very happy. I
pushed
the paper to the gentleman and he nodded. "Thank you my friend. If this
works
out, we will have to renegotiate our business in your favor."
"I would be delighted, but keep in mind you would be doing me a favor as
well."
"True, but we never forget those who did us a kindness."
We exchanged pleasantries for a few minutes, then I got up and left. Now I
had
my two killers in check, or at least they would be soon. And for right now,
that
was good enough for me.
I decided to celebrate my little future coup in a time-honored manner, and
went
to the bookshop. Calvin hung out in the place, doing his best to look
inconspicuous, while I walked up to Karen and Stacy. "Business meeting in
the
office." I said with an evil grin. Karen beamed and Stacy just nodded. I
looked
over at Roger, who was checking over the latest shipment of books, and
touched
his mind. "Don't bother us while we're in the office, everything is
perfectly
normal." Then I did the same for Calvin.
We walked into the office and I sat in the chair. I smiled at Karen. "Okay,
both
of you get naked." Both girls did as they were told, Karen quickly and Stacy
not
so much. She still needed work, but I'd do that soon. As they stripped, I
slipped my pants off and sat there with half a hard on as the two girls'
cute
little bodies were revealed to me.
"Okay, now Stacy, lie on the floor right about there, and Karen you place
your
pretty little pussy over her face. She's going to eat you while you suck me
dry." Karen grinned as her rival got on the floor, and then slowly dropped
to
her knees, pressing her pussy into the girl's mouth. I reached out and
touched
Stacy's mind, making her feel some enjoyment in submitting to my desires.
I'd
increase this over time.
Karen smiled up at me as she slowly stroked my growing cock. I moaned as I
felt
myself rise under her talented fingers. Then, ever so slowly she sank her
mouth
over the head of my cock. Damn, she was getting good at this, although Lori
did
a really good job tutoring her the last couple of times we had all been
together. She worked up a mouthful of spit as her tongue worked its way
around
the head of my equipment. I looked farther down and could see the bottom of
Stacy's jaw working furiously as she pleasured the girl above her. I could
faintly smell both girls arousal filling the room as the action continued.
I reached down and played with Karen's small breasts as she began working
her
mouth up and down on me faster. Then she pulled my cock from her mouth and
blew
on it softly. The sensation of cool air on my heated cock almost made me cum
right there and then, but I held off as Karen worked her hand up and down
slowly, then returned to sucking me with a passion. Her nipples were feeling
like little erasers under my fingers.
I could feel my balls tighten quickly, the whole scene plus the excitement
of
the day and the situation was enough to send me over, and I came. Karen felt
my
cock grow in her mouth and slid her mouth up to just the head and began
swallowing as I released my cum into her. I sat back and groaned as I
watched
her wipe off some of the stuff that had escaped from her mouth, put it on a
finger, and reach down to slide it into Stacy's mouth.
I was then treated to show of watching Karen cum under Stacy's hard work.
The
girl began breathing heavier, and her hips began moving in circles over
Stacy's
tongue. I smiled and kept playing with her breasts as she kept getting
deeper
and deeper into her arousal. She moaned softly, and I saw a shiver move
through
her. Stacy kept licking at her while she recovered and afterglow of the
orgasm
seemed to take quite a while. Finally, Karen got up off the floor and sat in
my
lap.
"What next?" she asked, as Stacy just laid there, a sheen of wetness
covering
her mouth and nose.
"Well Stacy hasn't cum yet, so I figured she'd give us a show." Karen
grinned.
"Turn around Stacy, and play with yourself for us."
The girl did as she was told a little more quickly this time, and opened her
legs. Her lightly fringed cunt was on display, and Karen and I watched as
the
girl slowly worked her clit and began moaning, running her fingers around
her
nipples as she did so. Her tummy moved in and out rapidly as her breathing
increased, then quickly she let out a strangled cry and came. Her fingers
were
now drenched with her juices.
"Lick your fingers clean Stacy." I said, and the girl quickly complied.
After
the show, we all dressed slowly and languidly.
"Tonight?" Karen whispered in my ear after I had taken a moment to adjust
Stacy's programming again.
"Depends. I'll know by ten. What do you have in mind?"
"I want Kristine to eat me again, and eat my ass. Then, I think I want you
to
fuck it." she said with a look of a girl who knows she's being naughty and
is
enjoying it.
"Are you sure you want that?"
"Oh yes. Lori said it's a lot of fun, and I have to admit it sure looked
like
Stacy enjoyed it."
"Okay, tonight. I'll give you a call once I know what's going on."
"Good. I am so looking forward to this." She smiled, gave me a kiss on the
cheek
and walked off back into the store.
From there, after a brief stop for lunch, to recuperate from the day's
stresses
I made my way to the club. The bodyguards did their usual routine as I got
out
of the car. I was pleasantly surprised to see Theresa walking in. My timing
seemed to be getting better. She waved to me as she saw me walking toward
her,
her smile as radiant as ever.
Sometimes, things all happen at once. I tripped on a stray piece of concrete
and
I felt something go past my head at the same instant, which was when I saw
Theresa jerk suddenly and a small red flower start to form on her chest. She
seemed surprised as she looked down at it. I recognized it for what it was
instantly and dove on top of her. Then I felt Alex jump on top of me, and
suddenly heard the sound of gunfire from what I hoped was Marcus's pistol.
It
was quickly followed by the sound of squealing tires and the smell of burnt
rubber.
Alex got off me and grabbed the back of my shirt to lift me off the ground.
I
could see blood flowing freely over Theresa's white blouse so I reached down
and
grabbed her.
We got into the car. "Hospital" was all I said as Alex grabbed a first aid
kit.
All I knew at this point was that Theresa had taken a bullet meant for me,
and
that now I wanted revenge on the people who did it more than I wanted air.


Chapter 15
By Michael Mccallum

The next morning, I woke up with Lori, and then called Marcus. "Is security
all
set?" I asked when he answered
"Yep. I got my two new guys waiting, one by the door to your room, and
another
in the hallway of the hotel. I rented a car to use in place of yours for
whatever you need to do today." Not bad. Marcus and his two subcontractors
had
done a good job of making any potential assassin's life a little more
difficult.
"Okay. I'll be out in half an hour, so be on stand-by." I said.
"Will do."
I looked at Lori. "Go to the club and get a grand in cash, catch a flight to
Toronto, and go to the bank. We'll need to transfer some money from the
safety
deposit boxes."
"I thought we were going to take care of a different part of you war plan?"
she
said questioningly.
"We'll take care of that as soon as your butt touches ground back here.
Right
now, we need a large war chest." I wasn't poor in the accounts yet, but
frankly,
I would feel more comfortable with cash money on standby.
"Okay, I'll handle it. How much do you want moved into the account?" she
asked.
"Half a million. I'm pretty sure we'll make it back off the club this year."
I
said.
"Okay, got it." She turned her back and got dressed. When she was done, she
was
a little teary-eyed. "Do not, I repeat, do not get dead while I'm gone. I
owe
you too much for you to get killed while I'm running an errand."
"I'll do my best. Now take care of this as fast as you can, and we'll see
about
kicking off the war as soon as you get home." She nodded and I wiped her
eyes.
"Will it ever be normal again?" she asked.
"I don't know. I've never seen normal. I do know, though, that no matter
what,
we're going to have as much fun as we can fit into the days."
"I'm good with that." That seemed to appease her a bit.
I slid the holster with my new pistol into my belt, checked the fit of my
jacket
around it, and then walked out the door. Marcus and an athletically built
handsome African American man were waiting for me.
"Hey boss. This is Calvin, he'll be handling point security today." Calvin
nodded to me.
"Good morning Calvin. I hope your ready for a busy day." I said, and began
walking down the hallway. He took a position just behind me and to the side.
"No problem sir. After following the president around for a couple of years,
everything else seems kind of slow." I thought about it. He probably had a
point; hell, I was a simple bar and bookstore owner, which meant he had way
fewer things to check on than he was used to.
We took an elevator down to the lobby where Marcus settled my bill, and I
met my
second bodyguard, a very large blonde northern Italian-looking guy named
Alex.
From there, we took the rental out to the club. Marcus followed us at a
distance
to see if I had developed a tail.
Along the way, I got a call from Julie. "When do we get started?" she asked.
"Meet me at the club in half an hour. We'll start there."
"I'll be there."
Phase one of retaking the initiative would begin then. In return for freeing
her
mind, Julie had pledged to give me all the data she had on the families she
knew
of who were telepathic. Excellent. That would help to know what I was
facing,
and any strengths and weaknesses they had.
We made a quick stop at a fast food joint for breakfast, and then doubled
back
on our trail to see if anyone was following. It didn't look like it, but
five
minutes later I got a phone call from Marcus. "Here's the news. You've got
issues," his voice said over my cell phone.
"Hell, I've known that for years." I said.
"Well in this case, it means you've got a two man team in separate cars
following you." he said.
Damn. I had been hoping Julie was just crying wolf. "How do you want to
handle
it?" I asked.
"It looks like their just collecting information right now, so I say you've
got
some time before it gets heavy. Hand the phone to Calvin." I did as I was
asked,
and watched and listened as Calvin said. "Uh huh, right, no problem." then
hung
up.
"Anything I need to know?" I asked.
"Just that I'm going to be sticking to you like glue."
"Wouldn't want it any other way."
We got the club about ten minutes later. Teri had already opened the place
and
was going through the usual routine of starting the day. She was counting
bottles as I came in. She nodded as Calvin and I came in. "Julie's waiting
for
you in the office." I looked at Calvin.
"Sorry, but can you wait outside? This is a business thing." Calvin nodded
and
took a place by the door.
I walked into the office and the cute young lady was indeed waiting for me.
She
stood up as I came in., and I motioned for her to sit back down. "Okay. The
day
has just gotten complicated, so let's get to work." I said as I took a
chair.
"What's going on?" Julie asked as I got comfortable.
"Your family seems to be working pretty fast. My security guys spotted a
tail I
picked up this morning."
Julie kind of slumped in her chair. "Oh, God."
"So I'm going to see what I can do for you, then I'm going to take care of
that
problem."
She nodded. "Okay, get to work."
I reached out and touched her mind, she offered no resistance as I prodded
and
probed. I started with her family's history, keeping an eye out for anything
that might start off one of the little mental traps she had told me about.
A friend of mine who spent a couple of tours in the army once told me how
you
clear a minefield by hand. This was similar. I spent quite some time taking
small steps through her mind, and slowly found little traps that had been
set
around certain impulses. Some she had disconnected or minimized herself, but
a
few needed time to find and then make useless. In the process, I learned a
great
deal about her family.
She had been born into a branch of a family named Deveroux. They had
occasionally added what they felt might be worthy prospects to their line so
as
to avoid the possibility of unviable offspring through inbreeding, and also
to
bring in people who had resources the family could put to use. Her father
had
been a real estate magnate, and her mother a well-respected accountant from
the
main part of the family.
Julie had been born with the gift, and from what I could see was
particularly
talented in its use. That was something the main branch of the family both
respected and frowned on, as women were not to use their powers more
effectively
than the men as a matter of bias and tradition.
They started bringing her into line as a small child, using their abilities
to
lower her self-image and to keep her power in check. Any attempt by her to
use
certain elements of her powers would lead to crippling pain and possibly
death.
I removed those blocks from her mind first, and then saw the background on
them.
From there, it was a matter of her being educated to spy for the family,
using
her abilities to start a network of medical professionals who would spot the
emergence of spontaneous telepathy in someone and report it to her. She
would
arrive and verify it, and then the person would be "dealt with". I lost
track of
the number of times she had been in on adverse dealings with people whose
only
real fault was their own expanding consciousness.
It took some time, but I felt pretty confidant that I had removed all the
blocks
and traps from her mind before I withdrew myself from her brain. We both sat
there groaning when I was done, a look at the clock shocked me. We'd only
been
there for about ten minutes. I kept that in mind for later. The perception
of
the passing of time obviously shifted when I was busy in someone's head.
Julie finally lifted her head and looked at me. "Thanks. It might be cheesy,
but
I do feel much better now." she said with a weak smile.
"No problem. I guess we'll see if it works over the next few days."
"Oh, that we will. I want my freedom, and more than a little revenge."
"You'll get both, just listen for a minute." I told her a part of my plan,
and
she grinned. I decided just as a matter of common sense not to tell her all
of
it. While I knew she could be trusted, I also knew she could only be trusted
to
a point. She had plans for her freedom, and frankly, while they didn't look
like
they would interfere with my plans, I wasn't about to take too many chances.
Besides, if she had an accidental run in with her "family", she couldn't
give
the whole game away.
"I like your idea. I'll get out of here and make a few phone calls."
"Do that. I'll look forward to the results."
Julie walked out of the office, and I sat and rested for a bit, doing my
best to
look like I was going over order forms on my desk. I was slowly learning
more
subtle uses for my abilities, and I had a strange feeling I was going to
need
more to just survive as this whole business of being a marked man
progressed.
There was a knock on the door, and Calvin's voice said. "Hey boss, Marcus is
here. He says he has some stuff you need to see."
"Let him in." I reached down and put my hand on my pistol, just in case. In
this
case I was not being paranoid, it was simply good sense.
Marcus came in with a manila folder and placed it on my desk. "Meet your two
most likely bad guys," he said with a smile.
I opened it and looked it over. The pictures were of two men in their early
40's. Their faces shared a look and set that made me think they were closely
related. "Brothers?" I asked.
"Good call. Herman and Hans Stroesser, two very bad boys. They were brought
into
the East German Stazi back in the 70's, and worked for them all the way up
until
the wall came down. Since then they've gone freelance. Mostly black
operations,
assassinations, torture, that sort of thing." he said.
"Where did you get the information?" I asked
"I used to work the counter intelligence section at the FBI. Those two's
pictures used to pass our desk about once a month, but it's been a while
since
they've been in the states."
As I collected the pictures, a thought occurred to me. "Okay, keep an eye on
them. There are some people I want to show these photos to."
"How about I just call the bureau? They'd love to haul these guys in for
some
questioning." He said.
"Not just yet, I want to see what someone else has to say."
"Okay, just don't take too long. They might go operational any minute."
"Understood." I got up from my desk. "I promise we'll have something good
for
these guys by tonight."
"Good, I'd love to see them get theirs. Even for killers, they're not
exactly
pleasant types."
I walked out of the office and looked at Calvin. "Would you be kind enough
to
get the car? There's someone I need to go see." Calvin nodded and walked out
to
the parking lot.
While I waited, Marcus gave me the once over and then chuckled. "So what
were
you doing last night? It sure sounded busy in there."
"What do you think any man in my situation would do? I called a couple of
friends and we had a relaxing evening."
"Anyone I know?"
"Lori and Kristine." I replied.
"Damn! Must be nice to be the boss."
"And then some, but hell, I figured you were chasing after Julie."
"Yeah, and successfully too. Unfortunately, your situation has me putting
our
next date on hold."
"I'll try to have it resolved soon. I'd hate to think I was putting a dent
in
your social life." That got a smile.
"Don't worry about it. Frankly, with what you're paying me for all this, I
can
afford to take her wherever she wants, for at least a month solid." He
walked
out the door, and I saw Calvin pull up in the car, and Alex stepped out and
opened the door for me. I got in and gave Calvin an address.
We drove in silence. My two bodyguards were busy keeping an eye open for bad
guys, and I kept fingering the pictures of my two supposed assassins. With
any
luck, the tables would be turned on them soon.
We pulled into the driveway of Sergei's club, and again, Alex got out and
walked
to the door, opening it for me, and then opening the club's door and
entering
before me. Calvin remained in the car. Sergei was sitting at a corner table
flanked by Ivan. He nodded to me, and I walked forward. I placed the manila
folder on the table, then pulled an envelope out of my pocket and pushed it
across the table to him. "My insurance premium." Sergei took it and handed
it to
Ivan who placed it in his jacket.
Sergei looked at the folder. "So what do you have for me, my friend?"
"Pictures of two men who have been sent to kill me. I was wondering if you
could
give me any information you might have on them." Sergei nodded and took the
folder. His reaction when he looked over the pictures stunned me. His hands
balled into fists around the folder and he turned a deeper shade of red. He
said
something in Russian to Ivan who walked off, brought back a bottle of vodka
and
filled a glass two fingers deep. I waited till Sergei drank and settled
himself
before I said anything.
"I take it you know them."
He nodded. "You have done me a great favor my friend. These men did some
very
bad things to my niece, and her father has offered quite a bit of money for
any
information that might lead him to them."
"Glad to be of service. My question is what are you and your associates
going to
do about those two?"
"Do you know where they are staying?" Sergei asked.
I pulled my phone from my jacket pocket, and called Marcus. In a few seconds
I
had scribbled down some information that would make Sergei very happy. I
pushed
the paper to the gentleman and he nodded. "Thank you my friend. If this
works
out, we will have to renegotiate our business in your favor."
"I would be delighted, but keep in mind you would be doing me a favor as
well."
"True, but we never forget those who did us a kindness."
We exchanged pleasantries for a few minutes, then I got up and left. Now I
had
my two killers in check, or at least they would be soon. And for right now,
that
was good enough for me.
I decided to celebrate my little future coup in a time-honored manner, and
went
to the bookshop. Calvin hung out in the place, doing his best to look
inconspicuous, while I walked up to Karen and Stacy. "Business meeting in
the
office." I said with an evil grin. Karen beamed and Stacy just nodded. I
looked
over at Roger, who was checking over the latest shipment of books, and
touched
his mind. "Don't bother us while we're in the office, everything is
perfectly
normal." Then I did the same for Calvin.
We walked into the office and I sat in the chair. I smiled at Karen. "Okay,
both
of you get naked." Both girls did as they were told, Karen quickly and Stacy
not
so much. She still needed work, but I'd do that soon. As they stripped, I
slipped my pants off and sat there with half a hard on as the two girls'
cute
little bodies were revealed to me.
"Okay, now Stacy, lie on the floor right about there, and Karen you place
your
pretty little pussy over her face. She's going to eat you while you suck me
dry." Karen grinned as her rival got on the floor, and then slowly dropped
to
her knees, pressing her pussy into the girl's mouth. I reached out and
touched
Stacy's mind, making her feel some enjoyment in submitting to my desires.
I'd
increase this over time.
Karen smiled up at me as she slowly stroked my growing cock. I moaned as I
felt
myself rise under her talented fingers. Then, ever so slowly she sank her
mouth
over the head of my cock. Damn, she was getting good at this, although Lori
did
a really good job tutoring her the last couple of times we had all been
together. She worked up a mouthful of spit as her tongue worked its way
around
the head of my equipment. I looked farther down and could see the bottom of
Stacy's jaw working furiously as she pleasured the girl above her. I could
faintly smell both girls arousal filling the room as the action continued.
I reached down and played with Karen's small breasts as she began working
her
mouth up and down on me faster. Then she pulled my cock from her mouth and
blew
on it softly. The sensation of cool air on my heated cock almost made me cum
right there and then, but I held off as Karen worked her hand up and down
slowly, then returned to sucking me with a passion. Her nipples were feeling
like little erasers under my fingers.
I could feel my balls tighten quickly, the whole scene plus the excitement
of
the day and the situation was enough to send me over, and I came. Karen felt
my
cock grow in her mouth and slid her mouth up to just the head and began
swallowing as I released my cum into her. I sat back and groaned as I
watched
her wipe off some of the stuff that had escaped from her mouth, put it on a
finger, and reach down to slide it into Stacy's mouth.
I was then treated to show of watching Karen cum under Stacy's hard work.
The
girl began breathing heavier, and her hips began moving in circles over
Stacy's
tongue. I smiled and kept playing with her breasts as she kept getting
deeper
and deeper into her arousal. She moaned softly, and I saw a shiver move
through
her. Stacy kept licking at her while she recovered and afterglow of the
orgasm
seemed to take quite a while. Finally, Karen got up off the floor and sat in
my
lap.
"What next?" she asked, as Stacy just laid there, a sheen of wetness
covering
her mouth and nose.
"Well Stacy hasn't cum yet, so I figured she'd give us a show." Karen
grinned.
"Turn around Stacy, and play with yourself for us."
The girl did as she was told a little more quickly this time, and opened her
legs. Her lightly fringed cunt was on display, and Karen and I watched as
the
girl slowly worked her clit and began moaning, running her fingers around
her
nipples as she did so. Her tummy moved in and out rapidly as her breathing
increased, then quickly she let out a strangled cry and came. Her fingers
were
now drenched with her juices.
"Lick your fingers clean Stacy." I said, and the girl quickly complied.
After
the show, we all dressed slowly and languidly.
"Tonight?" Karen whispered in my ear after I had taken a moment to adjust
Stacy's programming again.
"Depends. I'll know by ten. What do you have in mind?"
"I want Kristine to eat me again, and eat my ass. Then, I think I want you
to
fuck it." she said with a look of a girl who knows she's being naughty and
is
enjoying it.
"Are you sure you want that?"
"Oh yes. Lori said it's a lot of fun, and I have to admit it sure looked
like
Stacy enjoyed it."
"Okay, tonight. I'll give you a call once I know what's going on."
"Good. I am so looking forward to this." She smiled, gave me a kiss on the
cheek
and walked off back into the store.
From there, after a brief stop for lunch, to recuperate from the day's
stresses
I made my way to the club. The bodyguards did their usual routine as I got
out
of the car. I was pleasantly surprised to see Theresa walking in. My timing
seemed to be getting better. She waved to me as she saw me walking toward
her,
her smile as radiant as ever.
Sometimes, things all happen at once. I tripped on a stray piece of concrete
and
I felt something go past my head at the same instant, which was when I saw
Theresa jerk suddenly and a small red flower start to form on her chest. She
seemed surprised as she looked down at it. I recognized it for what it was
instantly and dove on top of her. Then I felt Alex jump on top of me, and
suddenly heard the sound of gunfire from what I hoped was Marcus's pistol.
It
was quickly followed by the sound of squealing tires and the smell of burnt
rubber.
Alex got off me and grabbed the back of my shirt to lift me off the ground.
I
could see blood flowing freely over Theresa's white blouse so I reached down
and
grabbed her.
We got into the car. "Hospital" was all I said as Alex grabbed a first aid
kit.
All I knew at this point was that Theresa had taken a bullet meant for me,
and
that now I wanted revenge on the people who did it more than I wanted air.


Chapter 16
By Michael Mccallum

Okay, let's get something straight. I mean no offense to healthcare workers
across the world, but frankly, I despise hospitals. Okay I said it, and I'm
happy. This latest trip didn't do much to make me feel better about them
either.
Alex and I literally ran into the emergency room with a limp Theresa between
us.
That got their attention. The fact that Calvin had had the good sense to
call
ahead probably helped. Theresa was quickly whisked away to be worked on by
the
doctors etc. I, on the other hand, got inundated with forms to fill out on
her
behalf. It was a good thing I liked her a lot, maybe even loved on some
level,
because for anyone else I would have walked out in disgust with the layers
of
bureaucratic crap you have to deal with when someone takes a bullet meant
for
you. Meanwhile, Calvin and Alex did their best to be inconspicuous. Well,
okay,
as much as any too extremely large men with earpieces and their hands in
their
jackets can be.
I was about three quarters of the way through stack of papers when Marcus
and
the police showed up nearly simultaneously. From there, the night got
complicated.
"Excuse me sir." The lead cop, a Brian Dennehy type, asked me as he
approached.
"We'd like to ask you some questions about the shooting?" He was working the
good cop angle.
"Fine. Have a seat." I replied and finished filling out one particularly
annoying piece of paper.
"Perhaps it might be better if we did this back at the precinct." the cop
said.
"Hmm, no." I said and started into annoying piece of paper number 10. This
was
one was easy. I simply put down my account number under payee.
"Sir, from what Mr. White has told us, you might very well be targeted by
these
assassins again. Perhaps you might want to be someplace safer." The cop had
a
point, but frankly, right now the only people I trusted were Lori, Karen,
Marcus
and the two bodyguards. And I trusted the bodyguards because I kept scanning
them to make sure no one had played with them since the last scan. I was
beginning to see how paranoia could be a way of life.
"Look, detective...?" I waited for a name.
"O'Neil." he replied simply.
"Okay detective O'Neil, I see your point. But a close friend of mine is in
there
having a bullet pulled out of her chest right now, and I'm not leaving till
I
see how it turns out." I replied, and gestured to a chair. "Pull up a seat.
It's
gonna be a long night."
Sometimes even police will listen to reason, especially when it's being
supplied
by a rich man dressed in bloody clothes with a pissed off look on his face.
He
took the chair.
Okay, I'll keep it short. I lied like a dog, and whenever he looked like he
might decide to call me on something, I touched his mind and found answers
in
there he would buy. Within forty-five minutes, I was alone again. Well, not
completely alone. Now I had the two bodyguards, Marcus and two uniformed
police
hanging out. To be honest, I felt marginally safe.
I was rapidly feeling the effects of the situation. I knew I was getting
tired,
and the smell of Theresa's blood on my clothes was finally piercing my
mental
haze, making me feel a little ill. I got up, and was followed by my
entourage as
I walked to the gift shop. I grabbed a set of sweats with the hospital logo
on
them. Then watched as my little entourage searched a bathroom, and then made
sure no one walked in as I changed clothes. I dumped the clothes I had been
wearing into the garbage, and walked out feeling a little refreshed.
Which is when my phone chose to ring. "If this isn't good news save your
life
and hang up now." I said tersely.
"Greetings, my dear friend." It's Sergei. "I heard there was some excitement
at
your club."
"That would be one of life's little understatements." I replied. "I'm at the
hospital waiting to see if a friend of mine is going to make it."
"Then you are well?" Sergei asked.
"In mostly perfect health. Got any news for me?"
"Yes, in fact, I do. Your two friends are currently enjoying our
hospitality.
Your Mr. Marcus provides good data."
I slumped against the hospital wall. The immediate threat to me was over.
Now I
had to wonder what sort of act two my enemies might have had in mind.
"That's excellent news. I'll look forward to seeing them sometime." I
replied.
"That is the other part of the situation." Sergei said. "My friend Vanya
will be
arriving to reacquaint himself with his old friends. He would like you to be
present."
"Let me know when and where. I'll be there."
"Excellent! I'll pass the news on. Vanya has gifted me with quite a favor,
so
I'll pass some of it along to you. You will keep your insurance, but I'll
charge
no fee from here on out."
I raised an eyebrow. That was quite a concession. "Thank you. Your
generosity is
much appreciated."
"As is your discretion." I chuckled at that. "I shall call you tomorrow."
Sergei
said, and hung up.
I motioned to Marcus and he came over. "Our two shooters are no longer a
problem." I said to him quietly.
"How do you know that?" Marcus said.
"Apparently these two guys did something very bad to a young girl in
Sergei's
family. They decided to take it upon themselves to deal with our two
friends." I
replied.
"Can't say as I see why I should be too upset about that on principle."
Marcus
said chewing it over. "But it does still leave explaining it to the cops."
"Let me handle that, we'll let it die down slowly. But I have reason to
believe
I'll be needing regular security for a while, give me a figure on your
services
with sub-contractors when you're ready."
"Gotcha. Does that mean I'm an employee of yours now?" he asked.
"I guess so."
"Good. I guess that means I don't have to pay the cover at the club
anymore." he
said with a grin.
"Yeah, and you never know what perks I might throw in." I said with a raised
eyebrow.
Which is about the only good chuckle I got all night. The rest of the time
was
spent waiting and fielding calls from people who had seen the news report on
the
shooting. Karen was particularly upset, but I promised to come see her the
next
day, which helped calm her down.
It was about 3 in the morning when a doctor wearing fresh surgical greens
came
out to see me. "Well, we just got Theresa into recovery. Its still early to
tell
for sure, but we think her chances of recovery are good."
It felt like the weight of the world had come off my shoulders as he said
that.
"So how long before she comes to?" I asked.
"Not until at least tomorrow morning." the doctor said.
"Okay. Thanks a lot, doc."
"Can we get you to a hotel room now, sir? To be honest, you look like shit."
Calvin said.
"Yeah, let's go."
The drive to the hotel was silent, and I kept myself quiet all the way
through
the check in process, where I was entered under Alex's name. From there, it
was
a simple elevator ride to the room, and collapsing onto the bed for a night
of
dreamless sleep. Or so I hoped.
The phone woke me at around noon. "Hello?" I mumbled as I tried to get my
bearings.
"I took care of the business in Toronto dear, I'm home now." Lori's voice
said.
"Where are you?"
I gave her the location of the hotel, and quickly filled her in on what had
happened.
"Oh my God. Is Theresa okay?"
"The doctor I talked to said she should be awake by today, and we'll take it
from there."
"So, how does this affect your plans?" she asked.
"Simple. We move the timetable up. It's time to take back the war."
Lori knocked on the door about half an hour later. She placed a small folder
full of bank stuff on the dresser drawer, then came forward and hugged me in
a
death grip. "I missed you" was all she said as we held each other tight.
"And I missed you." I replied. Right now, it just felt good to hold someone,
and
it dawned on me that last night had been the first time I had spent a night
alone since this whole telepathy madness had started.
I sat back on the bed slowly, and Lori straddled me as I did. She grinned
and
kissed me. "Are you going to make me into someone like you?" she asked.
"Yes."
"Are we going to get them back for what they did to Theresa?"
"Oh, hell yes." I replied, as she sat up a little and opened my pants. Then
I
felt her slide her panties aside. With a quick motion of her hips, she
trapped
my cock, and then slid down on it softly.
She rode me gently as I felt myself massaged by her wet warm tunnel.
"We're going to be gods," she whispered in my ear. "Naughty telepathic
gods."
I felt her breathing deepen as we fucked sitting up on the bed. I could feel
my
hands creep up under her shirt and I grasped her breasts firmly.
"We are going to change the world." I whispered in her ear forcing her skirt
up
slowly and rubbing her little asshole as she rode me slowly.
"Oh yes." she whispered. "Fuck me, make me yours." I could feel the muscles
in
her pussy tighten, and she came releasing her juices onto me. She shuddered
on
my cock then slowly opened her eyes.
"You haven't cum yet," she said.
"Not yet."
She slowly got off my cock and kneeled in front of me. My hard tool was
waving
in front of her face, shiny from her juices. She leaned forward and ran her
face
over it, then slowly took it all into her mouth. I moaned as she did so, and
watched with rapt attention as she did her best to get me off. And her best
was
pretty damn good. Her tongue knew my sensitive spots, and quickly brought me
off. She swallowed it all, and then opened her mouth to show me. I smiled
and
lifted her up off the floor and onto the bed.
"So when do we start?" Lori asked.
"Right now, if you want." I replied.
There was no hesitation in her reply. "Let's do it."
So I dove into her mind, hoping all the while that I wouldn't take a
somewhat
normal human being and turn her into a vegetable. It took some time, going
deep
into parts of her mind that, to my vision, looked like neglected attics and
basements that hadn't been visited since the house was made. I was moving
through the equivalent of spider-webs, and trying very hard not to disturb
anything.
But after a while, I thought I had found it. It looked like a fuse box. I
got
closer and inspected it. There were no obvious signs saying that this was
it,
but somehow, it just felt right. So I made a silent prayer to a few of my
favorite deities and, at the last minute, changed my mind and added a quick
set
of overrides to keep her from using the powers on me.
Then I tripped the main breaker.
Suddenly, the room exploded into light and sound. The overwhelming rush of
voices was nearly unbearable. I quickly hopped back up into the main part of
her
consciousness, where she was cowering against this new assault on her
senses. I
took her hand and looked at her. "Okay, think of your mind as a box. Now
slowly
make the box smaller until it's just the size of your head." She nodded, and
slowly the sound began to dissipate. As it reached the point of just being
us, I
slowly pulled out of her mind.
And there she was, looking at me. Slowly, I felt her reach out and touch my
mind. So I touched hers back. I could feel her mind in a state of awe as she
felt my mental state, then she got up and rushed to the bedroom window. I
could
sense her reaching out and touching the minds of passing pedestrians. Then
she
turned back to me. "We have to get Karen in on this, and quickly."
I smiled. It was beginning to look like I had a weapon to fight the bad guys
with. I spent the next couple of hours training Lori in the basics of how to
work the power. It would have been more, but my phone rang.
"I thought you'd like to know," The doctor said, "that Theresa has woken up,
and
she's been asking for you." I set the phone down and nodded to Lori, she
obviously knew what was going on from my mind, so we left together, along
with
my brand new entourage. To be honest, I would have felt naked without them
at
this point.
As we drove to the hospital I heard Lori chuckle. "What's so funny?" I
asked.
"I just imagined us and Karen twenty years from now, looking at each other
saying 'We never talk anymore'" I had to admit, that was pretty funny. I
found
it odd to find a light spot on the way to the hospital, but frankly, I
savored
it. The next few days were going to be hard on us all, so we needed whatever
laughs we could find.
I arrived at Theresa's room after getting directions from the people at the
desk, then braced myself and walked in. As I expected, it wasn't the
prettiest
sight. She was hooked up to various tubes, machines, and devices, all
designed
to carry her body through the shock she had been through. Her eyes were
closed
as I came in so I managed to work my way up to a chair by the side of the
bed,
without disrupting anything important, I hoped, and took her hand.
Theresa's eyes opened slowly. "Hey." she said quietly.
"Hey" I replied. "How are you feeling?"
"Like I got run over by a truck. It's weird. I worked in places like this
for
two years, and now I'm on the receiving end." She coughed a little at the
end of
the sentence.
"Take it easy, now. All you have to do is get better." I said gently.
"And worry about how I'm going to pay for all this." she said, looking over
all
the stuff she was hooked up to.
"Don't worry. You're covered." I replied. "The bullet that hit you was meant
for
me, and I figured I owed you." She squeezed my hand harder.
"Why did they want to shoot you?" she asked.
"I'll give you the short version for now." I replied, "You'll get the whole
story as a reward for getting better." She smiled at that. "Okay. There are
some
people out there that are afraid of me, and they decided it would be best if
I
was dead."
"Why are they afraid of you?" Her voice was so weak, it almost sounded like
a
little girl's.
"Because I can do things and make things happen, and it might upset their
plans
and way of life." I replied.
"And are you going to?" she asked.
"Before this?" I said gesturing to all the equipment she was hooked up to.
"I
would have said no. But now, seeing what they did to you, I think they've
given
me no choice." I replied I heard a kind of sadness in my voice.
Theresa nodded.
"That's the short version. Now I need you to get better, and I'll tell you
the
whole story, start to finish." Theresa nodded again. A nurse came in and
looked
at me. "I'm sorry but she needs her rest."
"Of course." I looked at Theresa. "Get well for me."
"Be safe for me." Theresa said, and I made my way out of the room.
As I walked out, I got Lori close to me. Close enough so that my two
bodyguards
wouldn't hear. "Call Karen and tell her to break free tonight."
"You're going to do it?"
"Yep, and from there, we build our little Mount Olympus."
"Sweet."
While Lori set up Karen's visit, I called a realtor and made an appointment
to
visit a few houses on the outskirts of town the next day. Living out of
hotels
was getting a little old, and I was beginning to feel that soon, some room
and a
place to work and have fun far away from prying eyes would be a good thing.
My next call was to Sean, my resident boy genius hacker. "Sean, I've got a
list
of sites I want you to look at. Check your e-mail in about half an hour. Let
me
know what you think about their security."
"No prob, boss. Is everything okay out there?"
"Far from it, but I think we'll be making a turn for the better soon."
"Cool. I'll look 'em over and tell you what I think."
While we made a quick stop for lunch, I spent some time on my laptop to get
Sean
the information I wanted him to look over.
Julie had given me the names of several banks and brokerage houses that the
"Family" liked to use to handle their transactions, and I wanted to make
some
large withdrawals. Hell, their stray bullet was going to set me back a few
hundred thousand easy. It was time to recoup my losses. That would be phase
two
of me retaking the offensive.
Phase three would be setting a trap they would never forget, and hopefully
rocking them back on their heels.
I made a quick phone call to Marcus and planted a few details for him to
drop in
the right ears. He chuckled and said he'd do it. Then I made a phone call to
Kristine and invited her to a hotel room. This was going to be perfect.
Not long after that, I was beginning to implement my plans. Have you ever
had
good old-fashioned hate sex? The kind that verges on violent rape? Well,
that
was what I was doing now, all the while implanting ideas into Kristine's
brain,
and erasing a couple of key commands.
Meanwhile, I was savagely fucking her ass. It was surprisingly tight,
despite it
having been a well-used path these last few weeks. She was ramming back on
me,
mostly to get me done faster, but a few implanted commands had raised her
arousal level, so in a strictly physical sense, she was having a good time.
I reached forward and pulled her back onto me hard as my hands took her
breasts
in hand and savagely pulled on her nipples. "Tell me what you are." I
whispered
in her ear.
"I'm a nasty little whore," she whimpered, fucking back harder. I could feel
my
cream rising, and knew I wouldn't last long. Which was fine, as physically,
I
was having fun, but I still couldn't wait till I was done here, and wouldn't
have to see her for a while. Sex with her brought back a lot of memories,
not
all of them pleasant. With a shout of triumph, I shoved myself into her hard
and
came in her ass. I was pulling on her hair as I did, and using it like a
mane. I
ground myself into the round globes of her ass and spanked them both hard a
few
times. Then fell down over her slowly.
A quick look at the clock showed I had four minutes to find my shorts. I
raised
myself off the bed, grabbed my shorts, and slid them on. Kristine was still
relaxing on the bed, reaching down to play with her pussy a little as she
tried
to get off one last time. Time to set the hook.
"So how's your daughter?" I asked. Kristine had a fifteen year-old daughter,
who
was actually pretty cute in a mousy sort of way.
Kristine kept rubbing herself. "She's good. She pulled a three point five
average this semester."
"Good for her. Have the boys been looking her over?" I asked as I threw on
my
shirt.
"Yeah, but she hasn't found anyone she likes yet." she said as her fingers
kept
working her clit slowly.
"Hmm. I might have to invite her by sometime. I'm sure we could find someone
she
likes. Who knows? She might even like a daddy figure." Just then Marcus
knocked
on the door. His timing was damn near perfect. I walked to the door as
Kristine
covered herself with a sheet.
I opened the door and let him in. He smiled at me as he came in, then leered
at
Kristine. "Guess you had to blow off some stress from last night, huh?" he
said,
and nudged me.
"Yeah, and then some. So, you got some news for me?"
He looked at Kristine questioningly. "She won't tell anyone, she knows
better."
I said and made a "come on" gesture with my hand.
"Okay. I talked to those Italian guys I know, and they said they can deliver
the
hardware. I got the price and the location." He handed me a sheet of paper,
which I looked over. Marcus had written "$50,000 - 2002 Martha Street -
Saturday
at nine." I grinned and took the note.
"Tell them they've got a deal. I think our problems with the Hagstrom group
are
about over."
"And about time. It's been a few days since I had a day off." Marcus said as
I
led him to the door.
"Don't worry. Once this is over, you'll have a few days off and a nice bonus
to
spend." I ushered him out the door, and he waved to Kristine before he
disappeared from view.
"What was that about?" Kristine asked.
"Just arranging a going away party for the guys who took a shot at me last
night." I replied. I slipped my pants on, and reached for my wallet. I left
a
few bills on the nightstand and "accidentally" left the note on the dresser.
As I walked out, I could almost hear Kristine calling the Hagstrom group, a
subsidiary of the nice people who tried to kill me.
All the pieces were coming into play.


Chapter 17
By Michael Mccallum

From there, there was one last thing to do before my day was done, although
this
one was going to be more fun than most of my other assignments for the day.
Karen met us at a room in the Doubletree around seven. For once, I avoided
getting down to the nitty-gritty and got room service for everyone. As the
night
shift of bodyguards took over, we sat there and dined on steak and lobster.
I
almost felt bad about it, but then realized what I was paying those guys to
put
up with that indignity, and got over it. Even so, I did remind myself to
take
them out for a proper dinner soon. It's good for the guys who protect your
life
to feel appreciated.
As we lounged around the room after dinner, Lori explained to Karen what I
had
done with her that afternoon and demonstrated with a mind touch and talking
to
her telepathically. I learned I could listen in on what was being said by
fine-tuning myself to just listen, and not interfere. It was funny to listen
as
Lori got used to talking to Karen that way, and Karen kind of mentally
giggled
like the schoolgirl she was. I could already feel her excitement at the
prospect
of doing this herself.
Karen finally came up for air from the whole experience and smiled at me.
"So
when do we start?" she asked.
I smiled at her. "Get naked." I replied, and she grinned. I could see Lori
licking her lips from the corner of my eye as the girl began to strip down.
No
pretense at a show here, she was simply dropping her clothes in expectation
of
what would happen next. She shucked her jeans down her shapely legs, and
then
smiled as she slid her panties down after them. From there, she simply
slipped
off her shirt and she was free of her clothes. A smile crept up my face as
she
stepped up toward me, looking shy as she did, and then leaned in and
whispered
in my ear. "Are we going to do what I talked about?" she asked.
"Yes, we are." I replied.
"Good." She smiled and slid down my body, and onto her knees. I felt her
little
fingers open the front of my pants and slide out what was now a full
erection.
Her hand stroked it gently as she ran it over her lips. I could feel her
breath
gently moving over my cock as she slowly just tongued the tip, teasing me.
Lori got up from her chair and walked up behind me. I could feel Karen take
me
in her mouth slowly as Lori whispered in my ear. "You're going to take her
ass
aren't you? Do you want me to help? We'll both break her last cherry, then
make
her one of us."
I smiled and nodded feeling the girl in front of me sliding back and forth
on my
dick while the woman behind me ground herself into my butt. To put it
mildly, I
was getting a little excited by the whole scene.
I quickly withdrew my cock from the girl's hot mouth and she pouted up at
me.
"Get on the bed on all fours." I said. With that, she grinned and
practically
jumped up onto the bed. I smiled at the inviting sight of the girl arranging
herself on the bed for me as I slipped my pants off and threw off my shirt.
Lori
separated herself from me and slid up next to the girl, running her tongue
down
the crack of her ass, lingering briefly on her anus. At first Karen jumped
at
the contact, then leaned back into it.
Lori smiled at me, then slowly ran a finger up the girls wet pussy as her
tongue
played around her ass. I could feel myself getting rock hard at this point,
and
slowly crawled onto the bed. Karen was lost in the sensations the woman was
creating in her, her hand came up slowly and played with her breast, slowly
stimulating her own nipple.
I made my way slowly up behind Karen and ran a finger down her spine, she
shivered under the touch, and I swear I heard her purr. I reached up to the
nightstand, where Lori had been kind enough to place a bottle of lubricant,
and
put some in my hand, slowly greasing my cock up for what lay ahead. I leaned
back behind the girl and slowly ran my cock over her tightened little
rosebud. I
saw Lori move up toward the girl's head and she stage whispered. "Now just
relax
and let it happen." I saw Karen nod her nervously as I put pressure on her
anus
with the head of my cock, and also saw her visibly shudder as I began
pushing
into her.
It was tough going for a minute as her tight little ring resisted me, and I
watched as Karen ducked her head into a pillow and groaned loudly. Then
suddenly
I felt her relax and the head of my cock entered her, with a squeak from
Karen
as she felt my prick penetrate her tightest spot. I waited a moment for her
to
get used to it, then began sliding into her slowly and gently. I heard her
groan, then moan, and then a howl came from her throat as I bottomed out in
her.
I felt what seemed to be breath on my testicles, and looked down. There was
Lori, having slid under us both. She smiled up at me, gave a small wink, and
began licking Karen's pussy as I began to slowly move in and out of the
girl.
The combined action got Karen to begin being an active participant in the
game,
and she began trying to find some movement that would stimulate all of her
spots
at once. She settled on a rotation of her hips that caused my cock to twist
in
her as it kept Lori's tongue moving along her clit.
It was then that I decided to enter her mind, turning our hot little group
sex
act into a ritual for opening Karen's powers.
It was unique, to say the least, feeling the girl's mind as I took her and
Lori
stimulated her. It was clear that now she had adjusted to the discomfort and
that she was enjoying what she was doing (or was that 'having done to
her'?),
and was now an active participant. I sat there and melded with her as she
was
gleefully taken, her treasures plundered and offered to her two closest
friends.
And then I dug deeper, looking for the same switch in her mind I had found
in
Lori's, all the wile using being in her mind as a reference point to keep
her on
a sexual high with my actions. Let's be honest, it's much easier to make a
lady
cum when you know which spots are working for her.
Within a few moments I found it, added a little failsafe to keep her from
using
her abilities on me, then flipped it on.
What happened next probably accounts for things we did later. Unlike Lori,
who
felt the whole city block around us, Karen felt Lori and I, and then we all
joined each other. Lost in our mutual passions and now knowing what made us
all
excited, we were doing our best to make the others enjoy it even more. To be
honest, had it not been for all us reaching orgasm I think we might still be
there reveling in the pleasures of each other.
But the contact and the sensations of all three soon drew us over the edge
and
all three of us came, literally, as one.
As I lay there on top of Karen catching my breath, I began to realize why it
was
that Julie's family was so afraid of the others, or maybe even jealous. It
seemed like we had found a way to increase all of our powers by acting as
one
mind. I filed it away for later use and discussion. Meanwhile, I enjoyed the
afterglow of what we had just done.
Finally Karen broke the silence. "If I had known it would be like that, I
would
have done that months ago!" she said with a giggle, and we all kind of broke
down laughing. I felt her mind touch mine, and we just briefly shared the
sensations running through us both. I rolled off of her and she quickly came
up
and hugged herself to me. I was then joined on the other side by Lori, who
also
wrapped her arms around me. We stayed that way for a while. Me, the male
filling
in a two-girl sandwich.
Then I felt someone's hand on my cock. I looked into Karen's eyes and saw
her
with a cat-that-ate-the-canary grin. "Do it to her this time." she said. I
felt
myself grow slowly under her touch.
To put it mildly, it made for quite an evening. One none of us ever forgot.
I woke the next day with just Lori beside me. Karen had to get back to her
aunt
and uncle's house, but with a little coaching from us, we figured that
wouldn't
be as much of a problem as it had been in the past.
As I moved about in my pre-coffee haze, I inventoried the things I needed to
do.
I had made an appointment to see various houses on the outskirts of the
city,
and then I needed to take care of a few details about my little plan for
Saturday.
I was working out that last part when my cell phone decided to ring.
"Hello?" I
asked and grabbed my cup of coffee.
"Good morning, Mr. Jones." Sergei's voice said. "I have an invitation for
you
this evening. We're throwing a going party for your two friends."
Whoa, that was going to be intense. I figured that saying no to these guys
might
be considered an insult, and seeing as how they had removed the two
assassins in
the first place, it probably wouldn't be too wise to get on their nerves.
Never
mind the fact that Sergei represented a local faction of an organization
that
was both bad and bigger than nation-wide. "I'll be there. Where and when?"
"Meet me at my club, we'll go from there. Be there around eight."
"Understood." I said and hung up.
Okay, that's one more thing to do today.
The trip to see houses went pretty well, and with a little mental tweaking,
I
kept the realtor honest and managed to find a large farmhouse on the
outskirts
of the city. I began the process of buying it right there and then. I was
already planning out additions to it as we headed back toward town with my
security entourage in tow.
Once again, my reverie was broken by the sound of the cell phone. This time,
it
was Julie.
"I don't know what you did, but they're livid." she started off with.
"Aside from surviving their little attempt?"
"Any idea of what happened to the bad guys?"
"Not a clue." It was partly true. I had no idea where they really were, but
I
had a feeling no one was singing them happy birthday.
"They're sending more shooters. Apparently, someone inside you're little
crew
tipped them off to something."
"Damn. I'll look to see who it was." I said quietly, thinking 'I'd like to
thank
the academy.'
"Keep your head down. Before, they just thought you were another minor
annoyance, but you've moved up the charts in the last couple of days."
"Thanks for the tip. I'm planning a party for next week, and plan on being
there
in the flesh. You should, too." I replied.
"I will, assuming you're not attending in a wooden box."
"Probably not. I was always a fan of urns myself."
"Keep laughing. Who knows? It might make it easier."
"Meet me for coffee tomorrow, we'll talk."
"Will do. I'll call in the morning."
Lori looked at me. "Problems?"
"Nothing I didn't expect."
I made another phone call, this time to Marcus. He agreed to the plan I laid
out, now all I needed was the items to make it all work. Something told me I
could get them all at Sergei's party.
Next stop, the district attorney's office. Yep, right into the lion's den.
Of
course, when you're a telepath with the ability to make others do your
bidding
being flanked by another one, well, doors tend to open very quickly.
I explained a version of the situation as it stood to Stacy's father, and
then
told him all about what appeared to be a large deal that was going to happen
involving drugs and guns at a warehouse on the far side of town. I could
feel
his mind get very joyful at the idea of a major bust for weapons and such,
especially if it might involve terrorists. I could already hear him spending
the
increased funding for his office as I left.
As we walked out I looked at Lori. "Damn. With a father like that, I'm not
surprised Stacy turned into a major bitch."
"That's okay, I scanned his mind too. Her mom's not exactly a real prize
either."
"Really? What kind of upper-middle-class bitch are we looking at?"
"Hmm. Frigid, not exactly what one would call open-minded, and a social
climber
at the expense of all else. Although she is cute, in a 'frown lines on the
face'
sort of way."
We climbed into the car. "The kind that makes for a challenge, eh?" I asked
as
we sat down.
"One never knows. Besides we might need a new slave soon."
"We might. I haven't totally made my mind up yet." I said looking out the
window.
I killed the time before Sergei's "party" doing remarkably mundane things.
There
was a lot riding on things that would happen there, and I needed my head
fairly
clear. Lori pouted about it, but she would survive.
"I swear if all this stuff works out, I am going to throw a party that Roman
emperors would envy." I muttered under my breath. From there, I had to
decide
who would go along with me to meet with Sergei. I finally decided on no one.
This might very well be the last time I might go anywhere unattended, and
frankly, the idea of someone coming along to watch me become an accessory to
murder didn't strike me as being such a good idea.
I managed to convince my bodyguards that I was still in my room, while Lori
found someone who was body type match for me, and proceeded to go for a walk
with him. If the lucky guy survived the evening, she'd probably make it
worth
his while.
From there, I convinced a person leaving the hotel to take me to Sergei's
club,
then tipped them with a fifty for their trouble.
Sergei's club was hopping tonight. The dance floor was full, even as early
as
eight o'clock, and you could see the bartenders were working overtime. I
walked
toward the back and saw the man at his usual table. Sergei nodded to me and
I
took a chair next to him.
"So, how goes the evening?" I asked.
"Very well, business is booming. And your place, how is it faring?"
"The crowd's coming back. We lowered prices and knocked the cover for a
week,
people respond to that sort of thing. Besides, normal folks enjoy a certain
amount of notoriety in their clubs." I responded.
"I see that you are without your usual assortment of friends." Sergei said
inquiringly.
"I decided that this was the sort of party best kept intimate." I replied.
"You're presence here without them speaks well of our trust. Please, let us
go."
he said, and got up. I followed him to a back door where a large Cadillac,
driven by Ivan, was waiting. The drive was quiet, and I noticed that Ivan
was
doing his best to make sure we weren't followed. Soon, we arrived at a house
just outside of the industrial district.
Sergei and Ivan guided me inside the place, and directed me into the
basement.
The first things I noticed were the two guys from the file pictures. They
were
both looking very much the worse for wear. Both sported numerous bruises
across
their bodies and had spots on their skin that I suspected might be marks
from a
stun gun. They were suspended over the floor by their hands, with their feet
hanging about six inches above the floor. Both seemed to be either in too
much
pain, or too exhausted from their captors' attentions to struggle much
anymore.
The second thing I noticed was the table with various instruments that
looked
like they came from a mad scientist's operating table on it. I also noticed
that
there was plastic sheeting under both men.
The last thing I noticed were other people in the room. All of them seemed
to be
of Slavic descent, and several shared enough features for me to guess that
they
were in some way related to each other, and to Sergei. One of them, a large
man
in his early fifties with hard eyes and a salt and pepper beard approached
me.
"Good evening. My name is Vanya." he said in slightly accented English. "I
am
told you are the one I have to thank for delivering these fiends to
justice."
Did I mention I had put a piece of gum in my mouth before I walked in? This
is
important. Frankly, it was now just dawning on me that I was about to watch
two
men being tortured to death, and my mouth had gotten a little dry. The gum
managed to keep enough moisture in my mouth for me to speak, if a little
quietly. "That's the rumor, but truth be told, an associate of mine told me
where they could be found."
"Indeed, but you were kind enough to let us know where they were. I am
eternally
grateful to you for bringing the men who murdered my baby girl into my
hands."
He extended his hand and I took it. Okay, even though I'm a powerful
telepath, I
decided that annoying these guys would probably be a bad idea. I didn't want
to
be the encore for tonight's show.
With that, Vanya began speaking in Russian to the others in very broad
tones. I
didn't bother touching his mind; it was plain he was making some sort of
speech
justifying what was about to happen. All the others in the room nodded
sagely. I
simply did my best to look like attended this sort of function every other
day.
After a couple of minutes of speaking, Vanya started in. He grabbed a
scalpel
from the operating table and slowly shaved a piece of skin from one of the
brothers' chest. I could see the man do his best to hold in a scream. I
wondered
how long it would be before he gave in.
And from there, it got worse.
Imagine an enraged gangland leader and his wife taking out their revenge for
the
murder of their child on the men who did it. It took a long time, and quite
a
few very sharp implements, for them to drag every last bit of revenge from
their
two victims. All I really remember is a lot of muffled screams, the sight of
flowing and spurting blood, and the smells of blood and various other
secretions
hitting the floor. Thankfully, none of them were mine.
About three quarters of the way into the second brother, Sergei leaned in
and
whispered in my ear. "This will go very badly on us. The men who sent these
two
are very powerful, and they'll be angry when they find out we killed them."
Which is when a little light bulb went off over my head. "That's funny, I
was
wanting to send the men who sent them a message. Please ask Ivan to find a
map
of the city and a highlighter please." Sergei looked at me with a puzzled
expression, and then gave the instructions to Ivan.
Ivan returned shortly with both items, and while the second brother was
slowly
being skinned alive, I went to work. Donning a set of leather gloves, I
outlined
the whole of the greater metro area with the highlighter, and then added the
word "Mine" to the middle of it in red ink. I borrowed a piece of plastic
sheeting and wrapped the map in it.
"Place this with one of the bodies. The men who sent them," I jerked my head
toward the second brother who was now plainly in the last throes of blood
loss
shock, "will think I did this. You get your revenge, and I get the heat."
Sergei
took a moment to think about it, then walked over to Vanya, who had tired of
cutting people into pieces and handed the job over to his wife, who was far
more
creative then her husband. The two conversed in low tones, then both
returned.
Vanya was the one doing the talking. Sergei seemed to defer to him by
nature.
"I must suggest to you, my friend, that this may not be a wise course of
action." Vanya said gravely.
"They already want me dead, and I have word from a reliable source that they
already have more men like this on their way."
Vanya nodded. "Then there is a reason why you wish to do this."
"As a matter of fact, there is." I replied. I leaned in and explained my
plan to
him. When I was done Vanya actually smiled. "I like your plan. You are a
devious
man. Tell me what you need from us, and you shall have it."
I gave him a laundry list of items. When I was done he simply said, "It will
be
done."
With that, I managed to escape the madness of the "going away party" with
Sergei. And now I had a good feeling that Saturday would be a real event.


Chapter 18
By Michael Mccallum

One more day before the showdown on Saturday. It seemed to me that I had my
bases covered, but as usual, the voices nagged in my head asking me to
review
the plan again and again. It's the sort of thing that can drive a man crazy.
Wondering if your foolproof plan will really work, especially when you
consider
that your life is riding on it.
I was reviewing the plan for about the thirtieth time when Sean called.
"Heya
boss, I've been reviewing the sites you gave me to look over."
"Find anything I should get excited over?" I asked as I shook two ibuprofen
tablets out of a bottle.
"Actually, yes. But nothing to talk about over the phone."
"Gotcha."
So I grabbed my entourage and made my way to the apartment. Sean was waiting
for
me with a big grin on his face. That alone told me that he was onto
something.
"Okay what do you have for me." I asked, as I got comfy.
"Does the term routing numbers mean anything to you?"
"Yeah. Banks use them to handle wire transfers and the like." I replied.
"Exactly. Now here's where I have to get technical." He then proceeded to
speak
hacker to me for ten minutes. The gist of it was that he had the routing
numbers
for a number of banks my "friends" were fond of moving money either to or
through. Okay, now that was no big deal, that's the same as having someone's
address. You know where they are but you can't really affect them. What was
exciting was that he had been tracking the flow of data over the routes, and
thought he had activation codes that would allow him to open accounts he
knew
belonged to the bad guys.
"So what you're saying is that you may be able to access the accounts, and
actually move the money around." I said.
"Exactly."
Damn. That would be the equivalent of dropping the bomb on them.
"Do it. Open some accounts and do it." I said. Screw it. They were already
out
to kill me, now I was just out to hurt them. "What's our potential take?"
"Trust me, you really don't want to know," he said with a smile so wide it
hurt
my face to look at it.
"Say it."
"I don't know, what's my cut if I bring in about....eight billion dollars?"
I was drinking one of Sean's ever-present Mountain Dew's, and I sprayed it
across the floor. "No shit?"
"No shit"
"Let's say fifty-fifty, and I recommend we both cover our tracks really
quickly." Most people would call me crazy for the offer I made to him, but I
had
my reasons.
"Done. When do I start?"
"Tonight. Set it up, if you can, for close of business Friday."
"Done deal, boss."
Oh, this was going to totally take them off the page.
I somehow managed to keep from laughing like a lunatic all the way to the
bookshop. I knew that Sean's plan was a long shot, the chances of it working
were slim, and working to the tune of the amount of cash he had been talking
about slimmer still, but the chance of really hitting them, both in terms of
manpower and money, was too good to pass up. Frankly, just the thought of it
working put a smile on my face, and I felt butterflies in my stomach.
Walking into the store, I saw Karen and Stacy on opposite sides of the place
working away. Karen looked up at me and smiled, while Stacy just kept
working.
Karen touched my mind and I heard her say, "You busy?"
"Nope, what do you have in mind?"
I want to uh.. talk." she said.
I smiled and walked to the office. Karen followed and shut the door behind
us.
"Well, I took care of my aunt and uncle today." she said as the door closed.
"How so?" I said taking a seat in the chair.
"I programmed them both to not notice if I was out late. They'll just think
it's
normal. So I can have all the time I want with you, or Lori, or..."
"Or?" I asked. "Got someone on your dirty little mind?"
"Not yet, but, well, I keep seeing people. And I realize that now I can have
anyone I want. It's hard not to act on it. You know what I mean?" she said
as
she sat in my lap.
I adjusted myself so she sat directly over my prick. "Karen, I own a strip
club.
Trust me, I know what you mean." I replied with a chuckle.
"So, how do you keep yourself under control?" she asked. I settled a hand on
her
tummy and rubbed it gently while we talked.
"In my case, it's been fairly easy. I mean, I have you and Lori, Kristine,
Stacy, and Theresa. I mean, as much as I keep looking around, when you're
got
five women to keep you busy, it tends to take the edge off a bit." Karen's
hand
reached down and opened the front of her jeans, and then she gently
rearranged
herself on my lap. She slowly took my hand and pushed it down the front of
her
jeans. I could feel her panties under my fingers, so I dug into them,
reaching
for her sex.
"And you do a good job of trying to keep the one's you like happy." Karen
said
as my fingers slid around her clit and gently stroked her. "But now that
Lori
and I have the power, what's to stop us from making our own harems?"
I could feel moisture around my fingers; the idea was definitely warming her
up.
I reached down and slid her pants off and onto the floor. "Nothing, but I
think
it would be best if we, shall we say, kept ourselves together." Her hips
were
moving in circles and I could see her nipples outlined through her shirt.
"Oh yes. I wouldn't trade you and Lori for the world. Hmm, maybe we need to
make
some sort of structure for ourselves." I felt her move her hand up and take
my
zipper in her fingers. The zipper came down quickly and she pulled my cock
out.
Her warm fingers embraced my shaft and stroked it slowly.
"Got something in mind?" I asked as she rearranged herself on me yet again.
I
could feel the heat from her pussy at the tip of my cock.
"Well, you know how Lori said we're going to be gods?" Karen asked. She was
moving her hips over me just teasing me with her pussy. I had to admit the
girl
was a quick learner in the game of love. "Maybe we should make some sort of
church or cult." she said. Then she slid down on me. I was always surprised
by
her heat and tightness, but today it was more so. I touched her mind, and we
continued our conversation that way while sharing each other's pleasure.
"How do you plan on starting that?" I asked as she ground herself onto me.
"Simple, you remember Dianne, the girl you got Stacy to kiss on her ass?"
she
asked.
"Oh yeah, I remember Dianne." I replied and reached down to play with her
clit.
She moaned, and her mind grayed out into a zone of pleasure for a moment.
"I saw her at school today. Trust me, after what you did for her she'd kill
for
you, and she wants to see you again. There's our first recruit right there.
As
we keep up our campaign to make bad people pay, we just keep adding people."
I
had to admit, her idea made sense. The fact that she was fucking me silly at
the
time really had nothing to do with it, but I will admit it helped pitch the
idea. I moved my hips and began moving up into her. We lost the thread of
our
conversation as we both moved closer to cumming. With our abilities to see
each
other's arousal, we managed to hit our peak at about the same time. Karen
fell
onto me in a shivering mess as I gasped and tried to find my breath under
her.
"So what do you think of my idea?" Karen said once she got herself together.
"Not bad. It helps us to deal with a few other issues as well." Karen got
off of
me then got on her knees and cleaned off my cock with her mouth.
"I love the taste of us together." she said as she got the rest of it off.
Watching her remove the juices almost got me back up again, but I had to
remind
myself that I still had things to do today. I got up and rearranged my
clothes
then bent down and kissed Karen.
"We'll have a meeting about it tonight. I like the idea, but we need to nail
it
down a bit."
"Okay. I'll call Lori." she said as she stepped back into her panties.
I managed to get out to the car with a quick word to Roger and a pat on the
ass
for both Karen and Stacy. What surprised me was that Stacy seemed to lean
into
my hand. I decided to save that question for later.
I had a quick war council with Marcus a little while later. We both hammered
out
some details to the plan, and I decided to neglect to mention what Sean was
working on, although it was beginning to dawn on me that I would have to
bring
Marcus in on the whole game fairly soon. Maybe even make him a member of the
little cult that Lori and Karen seemed to have in mind. The question was,
how?
From there, it was off to meet with Julie. She was waiting for me at the
Leavenworth Café. We sat down and made our orders, then waited for the
waitress
to leave before starting in.
"So, any new news?" I asked.
"Well apparently, your inside source has them thinking that you've got
something
big planned for Saturday." she said as she took a sip of her iced tea.
"I do, but it can be rearranged." I said, once again doing my best to stick
with
at least part of the truth.
"Good, because if they were enraged at you before, now they're livid. I
don't
know exactly what happened but something they found this morning had them
doubling their manpower to get you."
A quick flash of the "party" the night before hit my mind. Yeah I'd be
pissed
too if one of my main hitters turned up minus his skin and a note telling
them
what my turf was. "I can work with that. Now I have a question for you."
"Shoot."
"What are you going to do when this is all done?"
She took a moment to think about it. "I've got a nice nest egg set aside. I
figured I'd grab a car and get the hell out of town."
"Not bad, but I was wondering if you'd like a different position. I'm making
a
long term plan and you might have a nice place in it." I replied.
"That depends. What would that position be?" Our food arrived then.
"Well first, we make it look like we caught up to you and did you in, then
we
keep your network around use it to find a way to bring all of the
Non-'family'
telepaths into a confederation against the families" I replied.
That kind of took her back. "You're really going to war against them, aren't
you?"
"Beats constantly being on the run. I figure we can force them into a
position
where they have to sue for peace if we handle it right."
"Let me think about it, I want to see if you survive the next couple of
days."
"Good move." We talked idly over lunch and from there, it was off to the
hospital to visit Theresa.
She was in better shape than the last time I saw her. Her color had
improved,
and she had some more energy than the last time we talked. I spent the time
holding her hand and letting her know that she was taken care of in terms of
her
bills and such.
"So when do I get to hear the whole story?" she asked finally.
"When you get out of here. I promise." I replied.
"Please, just tell me what you meant when you said you could make things
happen."
I sighed, thought about it then reached out and touched her mind. "They fear
what I can do." I said into her mind. She gasped and looked a little afraid,
but
then her face settled. "I figured it was something like that, but it's hard
to
grasp until you can really experience it."
"You've got that right. Look we'll talk later, I promised you the whole
story."
"Good. One last question; can anyone do that?" she asked.
I paused. "Yes, if their mind has been properly opened."
"Okay, We'll talk tomorrow."
I walked out puzzled and wondering. I hoped that the next time I saw
Theresa,
she wouldn't be pissed at me. It didn't really require a PhD to make the
leap
from talking into someone's mind to influencing the mind itself, and Theresa
was
a pretty sharp character.
After that, I could finally settle down for the night. I got another hotel
room,
this time at the Embassy Suites, and settled in. As soon as the door closed
on
me, Lori called.
"What are you doing right now?" she asked.
"About to collapse on the bed. Why?"
"I've got a new toy." she said. Big surprise, she'd be out collecting toys
since
her mind opened. I'd have to talk to her about that.
"Is it a him or a her?" I asked
"Oh, it's definitely a her."
"Bring her by, you're fun to watch when you play with your toys."
"Will do."
Ten minutes later, Lori walked in with a woman in her mid forties. I thought
I
knew her from somewhere, and then it hit me. She was Stacy's mother. "Where
did
you find her?" I asked as I looked her over. Not bad. She was tall, and had
a
more filled out version of her daughter's build. Her hair was short, in a
soccer
mom kind of cut. Like I said, not bad.
"She was at the bank, and I couldn't resist when I saw who it was." Lori
replied.
"So what are you going to do with her?" I asked.
"Oh, I scanned her mind. She has the most amazing fantasies." Lori reached
into
her purse and pulled out a pair of fur-lined handcuffs. "I'm planning on
making
a few of them happen." I noticed that the lady looked scared. I touched her
mind
and felt her fear, and also her arousal. Her name was Michelle, I finally
learned, having only known her as Stacy's mom.
"Strip for my master." Lori commanded. "And give him a good show."
Michelle complied, putting on a kind of strip tease dance for me that lacked
skill, but picked up points for passion. Within a couple of minutes, she was
down to panties and bra. Both weren't anything unusual, and very functional.
"Now lie on the bed." Lori said, and again the woman complied. "Do you know,
she's never had an orgasm?"
Michelle blushed. "Apparently, her husband's a two minute wonder. " Lori
continued as she cuffed the woman's hands to the headboard. "Of course, you
don't have that problem, my dear." She reached down and took the woman's bra
off. Her breasts sagged a bit, but they were still quite nice to look at.
"She's always dreamed about being helpless. I think it might help her to get
off," she said as she began to play with Michelle's nipples. For her part,
the
lady began breathing heavily and moaning as Lori went to work.
The lady was moving against the cuffs, then grasping them as she became
helpless
under Lori's tongue and soon, her fingers, which teased their way down her
tummy
and to the woman's panty clad pussy. I saw her fingers slip under the cloth
and
begin moving under it. "That's right. You're going to cum for us, Michelle.
Right on my little fingers and then on my master's hard cock." She glanced
over
to me and smiled. "She's getting wet here," she said, pressing her hand into
the
woman's pussy. I smiled and watched.
"He's getting hard watching you Michelle, that's good. Pretty soon, he will
fuck
you." Michelle squirmed when Lori said that. Touching her mind, I felt her
combination of fear arousal and lust. It was a heady mix, and with Lori
working
the woman's clit, it wouldn't be long before she came. Lori moved her head
down
and pulled the woman's panties aside and took a long taste of Michelle's
pussy.
The woman screamed as she did, but in a way that said she was loving it.
Lori
dove in on the woman's sex with a vengeance, urging her to a higher state of
arousal with her mouth and fingers. I could hear the sounds of the woman's
moist
pussy being toyed with as she moaned and cried with Lori's attentions.
Within a
few minutes, the lady had obviously cum hard and was breathing heavily.
"See? That wasn't so hard, was it?" Lori said as she moved away from
Michelle.
Her panties were still on, but as they settled onto her skin, I could see an
obvious wet spot forming on them. I smiled as I felt Michelle's last moments
of
orgasm move through her. There was also an immense sense of personal relief
in
her, like something had broken free in her mind. I stood up and dropped my
pants, all the while keeping myself in her mind as I took of my shorts and
approached the bed, my cock bobbing in time to my steps.
"Oh my, he's so hard for you Michelle." Lori whispered into the woman's ear.
"He's going to take you, and there's nothing you can do about it." I saw
Michelle struggle against her chains a little, but it was mostly for show. I
noticed that her legs had remained open of her own volition. I reached down
and
tugged her panties off of her hips, and she lifted her butt to help get them
off. I smiled as I looked down at the wet opening before me. I ran a finger
up
and around it and sawed it over her clit. She gasped at the contact.
Stepping between her legs, I pulled her up close to me and ran my cock over
her
hole. She was gasping and moaning now as Lori ran her hands over the woman's
breasts. "He's going to fuck you and show no mercy, you little slut. He's
going
to make you his." Lori said as I ran my prick along her wet sex. "Don't you
want
to be my master's little slut?"
"Oh god." came from Michelle's mouth. Then, "Please, please just fuck me."
"Say you want to be master's little slut." Lori said and I took my cue,
teasing
Michelle but not giving her what she asked for.
"Yes, yes! I want to be master's little slut!" With that, I slid into
Michelle's
tight pussy. It was surprisingly tight for a woman who had had a couple of
children. I pulled her legs up and over my shoulders, then went to work on
her,
working myself into her, feeling her insides grasp me as I took her in a
hard,
brutal fashion. All the while, I heard Lori urging me on as her hands
pinched
and pulled Michelle's nipples.
"Oh god, it's really happening." Michelle said from under me. I just worked
harder into her. In a way, Lori and I had chosen our roles. I was to be
strong,
masterful and silent while Lori did all the talking for me.
"Oh yes, it's happening. We own you now, you little cunt." Lori said as she
grasped both of the woman's breasts in her hands and squeezed brutally hard.
I
could feel Michelle clench her vaginal muscles around me as it happened.
Through
it all, I thrust myself into her as hard as I could, taking her in a violent
way
that she had always fantasized about. Her mind was afire with the whole
scene,
and she was straining against the cuffs to get more.
With a suddenness that surprised us all, she came, shuddering, shaking, and
groaning like a madwoman. The sight was enough to make me cross the edge and
I
let go of my seed deeply into her. I pulled her hips onto me and ground into
her
hard, doing my best to keep her orgasm going for as long as possible.
Slowly, she came back down from her high and stared at us both, wide-eyed.
"Please, more?" was all she asked.
"No." Lori said. "Now it's time you learned to serve us."
You know, sometimes you don't see the point where you go from thinking about
an
idea to actually accepting it, but this time, it hit me right between the
eyes.
I had to admit it, I loved the power and being able to do or take what I
wanted.
As I watched Lori un-cuff the woman, I admitted to myself that now that I
had
it, I needed it. And if I was to keep it, I had to find a way to use it that
would both keep me safe, and help put an end to the reign of the others who
had
tried to kill me.
I felt Michelle's lips close over me, cleaning our combined juices from my
cock.
It was time to start acting like Lori's telepathic gods. It was time to
start
our little cult.


Chapter 19
By Michael Mccallum

Saturday. Time for everything to either fall into place, or fall to shit. As
usual, only time would tell, and I hate waiting. I had dispatched Lori,
Sean,
and Karen to handle the details of Sean's raid on the accounts of the bad
guys.
Marcus was busy setting up the warehouse with a couple of other muscle guys
he
had hired, and I was waiting at the hotel getting phone calls and details.
By two o'clock that afternoon, things were getting better for me. Initial
reports from Sean and the ladies were better than expected. With Sean
handling
the orders for money and the girls handling the bank managers and presidents
with their telepathy, we were collecting money like we had a printing press.
I
kept a running total through the afternoon to keep me distracted from all
the
other stuff I had to worry about. At three o'clock, I got a phone call from
Marcus.
"Hey boss, Vanya's guys came by."
"Was everything there?" I asked
"And then some. Say what you will, he might be a criminal bastard but he
stays
bought."
I smiled at that thought. "Okay. How long for you to set up?"
"One hour."
"Great timing. That gives you an extra half hour to get the hell out of
dodge."
"Understood."
I hung up and chewed a quick Tums tablet, and then made another phone call,
this
one to a secretary at the police station.
"Hi, Gina. When are my friends going to be there?"
"They said they'd be at the place around six o'clock," she said
mechanically.
"Thanks dear."
One last detail, I looked at my body double, who was sitting quietly in the
corner. "Okay, Roger, you can go there now." I said to him. He got up and
walked
out of the room on his way to a restaurant, and then to the warehouse. Roger
was
disposable. He was another one of those people I had scoped at the mall at
the
very beginning of all this madness. He had a penchant for beating his wife
and
was about to take the virginity of the second of his daughters. I decided to
spare them the trouble and let them collect his life insurance.
I didn't even stop to think about how I was playing god there. Sometimes,
you
just get a little wrapped up in the practical aspects of a plan you know?
By five, I had gotten my last phone call from Sean and the ladies. All I had
to
do was survive tonight, and I would be sitting on a pile of money worth
about
three and a half billion. We had fallen short of our projected amount, but
not
by much. Sean would be pulling an all-nighter behind the keys of his
computer,
hiding the transactions and where the money finally wound up. Oh well. I'd
make
it worth his while. Aside from the cash, part of me wondered how he'd like a
set
of twin sisters to play with for an evening or two.
As I sat there savoring phase one of my victories of the day, there was a
knock
on the door. "Mr. Jones, Marcus is here for you." Calvin's voice said.
I got up and let the big man in. After the door closed, I looked Marcus over
and
asked, "Find us a safe place to watch?"
"Yep, it's all arranged. There's a parking garage two blocks away. I got us
a
van."
"Sweet."
I spent the next hour lounging around and waiting. If Julie was right, the
bad
guys' shooters should be setting up and heading toward the warehouse. The
nice
lady at the police station had told me that by now, the police feds and DEA
were
keeping an eye on the place. Inside the warehouse was a large selection of
automatic weapons, about ten kilos of highly watered down heroin, and a few
other items to make the situation seem plausible. Also inside, there was the
man
the bad guys would shoot first, and not bother to ask questions of.
From there, the police and feds would arrive. The end result seemed pretty
obvious.
We took the van to the parking garage and took our positions behind a tinted
window. Our timing was spectacular. Not five minutes later, two large cargo
vans
pulled up to the building and about ten guys with automatic weapons quickly
entered the building. There was the sound of multiple bursts of automatic
weapons fire, and then silence.
Which is when about eighty cops and various other law enforcement officials
assaulted the building. This led to a much larger and longer firefight as
the
shooters chose to open up on the cops and try to blast their way out.
I'm sure you saw the end result on CNN. Of the shooters, there were no
survivors. There were about ten wounded cops, and a fed ended up with some
minor
injuries. The good news to me was that in the end, the cops bought the idea
it
was a drug and guns deal gone horribly wrong. The cops called it a triumph
of
law and order, and the DA got his extra funds for his office.
To sum it up, I won the first battle of this war pretty decisively.
I celebrated with a trip to hospital. Telepathy is good for a whole bunch of
things, for example, sneaking a cake into a hospital room.
Theresa was sitting up on the bed watching the news. I smiled and brought
the
cake to her bed. "Happy birthday." I said and cut her a small piece. She
looked
at me as I did.
"I was watching the news, the big shoot out at the warehouse. Did you have
something to do with that?" I handed her a plate. She took it, but set it
aside.
I sighed. "Yes. The same people who shot you sent more guys to try and get
me,
so I set up a little surprise for them." I set my plate aside.
"I don't know what to think about that." Theresa said.
"I don't have any answers for you, but I wish I did."
"You could probably give me some," she said.
"I could give you some answers and set your mind at ease, but it wouldn't
exactly be real." I replied.
"So why don't you? I got a feeling you did something to me."
"To be perfectly honest, when I was in the hospital, I did. After that,
though,
it was all you."
She looked me over. "Prove it to me."
I thought about it, and said. "Okay, but you're going to have to close your
eyes."
She did, and I touched her mind and then pulled her into mine. I let her go
through my memories of our encounters and time spent together, then put us
both
back in our
heads.
"Thanks." she said quietly. "Look I don't know what to make of any of this."
"Yeah, I get what you mean." I replied
"It's like I should be grateful or angry or something, or all the above. I
just
need time."
"I'm with you."
"Good."
I got up and collected my jacket. As I headed toward the door I heard
Theresa.
"Dean?"
"Yes?"
"Thanks for remembering my birthday." she said, and took a bite of the cake.
"No problem. Get well soon." And then, I walked out.
I slept alone that night, looking over the city, and savoring the peace and
quiet. As usual, I had no idea how long it would last, but for now it would
do.
I had decided to sleep in on Sunday. My feeling had been for sometime that
if
the good lord had decided I really needed to go to church, he could schedule
it
at a decent hour. Of course, whoever was on my cell phone decided I needed
to
get up early. A quick scan of my Caller ID told me it was Julie.
"Do you have any idea what hour it is?" I asked in a sleepy voice.
"Do you have any idea how pissed your competition is?" she replied.
"Let me guess. Mad enough to chew nails?"
"And then some. I've been told I've been recalled. Apparently, they're
rethinking their options."
That sounded promising. "So what do you have planned?"
"Not sure yet, leaving town in a hurry sounds like a good idea, though."
"Stop by for breakfast, and let me see if I can talk you out of that."
"Okay, but you'll have quite a sell job on your hands."
"I'll do my best." There was a knock on my door. "Hey boss," Alex said.
"Lori
and Karen are here to see you.
"Let them in." I said and watched as the two ladies came in, both of them
beaming as they came in. "Did we do it?" Karen asked.
"Oh yes, you most definitely pulled it off." I said with a grin, then pulled
her
close and hugged her, my hand settling on her ass and squeezing. She
squealed as
I did,
and rubbed herself in closer to me.
Lori came in and joined our group grope, and we all enjoyed the nearness of
each
other for a while. Then I pulled back and took a chair by the desk in the
hotel
room. "Okay, before we settle down into major partying or whatever." I said.
Karen raised her hand. "I vote for whatever."
"Noted." I said. "The question is, what are we going to do now? We have an
assload of money, a few loyal followers, and the possibility of adding
more."
Lori looked up from where she was lying on the bed. "I suggest we keep up
what
we were doing, finding people who are being abused, used, etc, and helping
them,
while using or straightening out the ones who were doing it."
"I like it." I said. "It gives us two kinds of recruits. The ones who follow
us
from loyalty and the ones who are following us to change their ways." I said
and
lay down on the bed beside Lori. A couple of seconds later, Karen joined me.
"So
who are going to be the first members of our official cult?' I asked.
"Michelle and Stacy strike me as likely candidates." Lori said. "I think we
could turn Stacy's deflowering into our first ever ritual," she said with a
chuckle.
"And Dianne." Karen said. "Hell, after what you did to Stacy, she'd join up
in a
heartbeat if I told her we were meeting."
"Okay, but much as I hate to admit it, we need more guys. Trying to keep up
with
you two alone has damn near killed me."
Lori laughed at that. "I was wondering when you were going to admit that."
"Yeah, well, what can I say? Men tend to have ego issues with that sort of
thing."
"Okay, I see two obvious male candidates. Sean, who is damn near a member
already," Karen said, "And Marcus, who should be. I hope you're writing him
a
big bonus check for the work he's done."
"Almost enough for him to retire on." I paused then smiled. "Almost. He does
good work, and I want to keep him on the payroll."
"Well, you could let me show him the side benefits of the job." Lori said.
"Yeah, but I think Julie has her eyes set on him." I replied.
"Which reminds me, we have to bring her into the fold, she's too damn useful
from what you've told me." Lori said.
"I've got a meeting with her for breakfast, and we'll talk. If not, well,
let's
just say you might get a piece of Marcus."
"Oh good, he is more than just a little hunky."
"Wouldn't know, I tend not to keep an eye on guys that way." I said with a
chuckle.
"So, what do we do tonight?" Karen asked.
"Simple, we sit behind our body-guarded doors, invite over a few members of
our
new cult, and party in a manner that would make the members of Led Zeppelin
blush." I replied.
"You know, I always had a thing for Robert Plant." Lori said as she got off
the
bed. "We're rich now, can I order the whole bar from room service?"
"Certainly. If you want, you can call a couple of seedy friends and see if
there's anything out there worth smoking, but I draw the line at any kind of
powder hitting the door."
"Yeah, no shit. Never brings out the best in anyone. What about any pills?"
Lori
had grabbed my cell phone.
"Viagra would be nice. Come to think of it, it might be essential." This
comment
got a chuckle from Karen.
"Anything else?" Lori asked.
"Well, if they have any LSD or mushrooms, that might be nice. Not for
tonight,
but soon. I feel the need to experiment." Psychedelic drugs and telepathy
had
been a theoretical combo for years, now would be a good time to try.
"Right. Karen, when he takes them you can try to keep him sane, okay?" Lori
looked at the girl with a cocked eyebrow.
"No problem. I figure I owe him as much." I smiled at Karen.
"Who do we invite tonight?"
"Stacy, Michelle, Marcus, and Kristine. I have a scene and a plan in mind."
"Are we going to lose a slave?" Lori asked
"Maybe, and if the gods smile on us, we might gain a spy."
"You have something devious planned don't you?" Karen said with a grin.
"If I don't, check my pulse. Devious plans seems to be a way of life these
days."
Lori began talking on the phone, and I lay there with Karen wrapped in my
arms.
For now, everything was perfect.
An hour later, I was washed, shaved, and refreshed. I had fun showering with
Karen, but shower was all we did. I was saving my strength for the evening's
festivities. Not being completely inhuman, I did have some fun soaping all
of
Karen's fun spots and making her cum with my fingers in the shower.
From there, I went down to the hotel restaurant where Julie was waiting for
me.
She was dressed conservatively, with black slacks and a matching tasteful
blouse. I smiled at her and took a chair facing a window.
"As I recall, you were going to sell me on the idea of staying in town." she
said as the waiter approached my table.
"Why yes, as a matter of fact, I am." I replied then made my order.
"Okay, so why should I stay here, standing next to the man who is now number
one
on the shit list of some very bad people?" she asked.
"Simple. If you hit the road you're just one person against an army of our
kind.
If you stay here, you'll be among others who are working together to help
stay
alive, and maybe hand your friends some serious setbacks." Julie looked
puzzled
at that one.
"What other ones? Have you been in contact with anybody?" she asked.
"Well, yes and no. I opened up Lori and Karen's minds so they have the
ability
too." I replied. That got Julie's attention.
"You better keep that quiet, they might nuke the city to get you if they
find
out about that." she paused. "How did you do it? It's something that could
come
in handy." I sat there and explained it to her while we both ate.
She nodded. "Okay, so now there's three, and you have plans on adding more.
Then
what?"
"Sit back, keep your family off balance, stay alive, and make plans for the
long
term. I want you to be part of the long term."
She sat there and thought about it for a minute or so while she chewed on
her
toast. "Okay, I'm in, at least for a while. If it gets to heavy around here,
my
pretty ass goes out the door."
"Done deal, welcome to the team. We're throwing a party tonight if you're
interested. Call it a welcome to the new family."
"What kind of a party?" Julie asked.
"The usual - sex, booze, debauchery. It's been a stressful week and we're
blowing off steam."
She grinned at that. "Might be fun. Are there going to be any guys there
besides
you? Not that you're not cute or anything, but let's be honest, you seem to
be
taken a few times over."
That got a laugh from me. "Why as a matter of fact, yes. Marcus will be
there,
and I think Lori has her eyes peeled for a few guys." I saw her eyes kind of
light up when I mentioned Marcus. "I'll be there. Give me the time and
place." I
told her the where's and when's, and left her to the rest of her day.
I spent most of the afternoon lounging around the hotel room with Karen and
Lori. Mostly, we were talking strategy about how to use the new cult we were
forming. By the time we were done with lunch, we had what looked like a
pretty
good plan. Something that would definitely keep our butts covered from the
bad
guys, provide us with continuing income, and of course, provide us with a
steady
source of playmates. All things considered, when a plan covers three macro
concepts like that, you're pretty much ready to go. We also took a few
minutes
to grab a multi-room suite for our little victory celebration that evening.
Stacy was the first to arrive at about seven. She was guided to one of the
bedrooms and told to relax for a while. I felt her mind as Lori touched it
and
lowered her inhibition level. I was surprised to feel that she was kind of
enjoying her state of late, which was something that took even her a little
aback, but some people need to lose all control before they can really enjoy
themselves.
Kristine was the next guest to arrive. She was obviously nervous as she came
in,
but she was treated no differently than usual, and she soon settled into the
corner with a drink. After that, it was Julie and Marcus as a couple. I
chuckled
as I felt Karen reach out touch his mind and lower his inhibition level as
well.
It was also obvious that Julie had noticed it, and she nodded and smiled at
Karen.
Michelle was the next one to show up. She kind of smiled at the whole group
nervously as she came in and sidled up to Lori and I. And from there, it got
better.
We partied, had some drinks, and the occasional joint was lit, something
that
didn't seem to bother Marcus too much, as even he took a few hits off of
one. We
all got a little unwound, and soon people were relaxed, with their
inhibitions
down. Sean arrived after nine, and he quickly jumped into the whole vibe of
the
night. We took some time congratulating each other on our fine scam, and
soon he
was off making time with Kristine, who seemed relieved to have someone to
talk
to.
After a while, I walked up to Michelle and nodded to Lori. Lori got the
signal
and went off to the room Stacy was in. I took Michelle's pretty butt in my
hands
and squeezed gently, and she ground back into it.
"Are you going to use me tonight master?" she asked.
"I most certainly am. This is going to get quite a work out." I replied, and
ran
my hands over her ass. "But first, you have to earn your keep."
"What do I have to do?" she asked.
"Come here." I led her to the room Stacy was in, but prior to opening the
door
blindfolded her and tied her hands behind her back. I could feel her level
of
arousal rise as she felt the soft cloth bind her hands. "There's someone who
needs your help, but you must be quiet."
She nodded. I opened the door and guided her to the bed. Stacy was there, in
blue garter and stockings, handcuffed to the bed much the same way her
mother
had been. She was without panties and she was blindfolded. From the way her
nipples were standing up, I could tell she was excited about whatever was
going
to happen to her.
I pushed the girl's mother onto the bed, and between the girls spread
thighs.
"You must make this pretty little thing come in your mouth." I whispered
into
her ear. She nodded slowly and went to work. Her tongue came out tentatively
and
licked the inside of the girls thigh, then worked it's way up her leg and
onto
her pussy. She took a moment to align herself with the girl's pussy, then
licked
up it slowly till she found the girl's clit, which she then nuzzled with her
nose for a bit before licking it up and down. Above her, Stacy writhed under
the
caresses.
Beside me, I felt Lori unfasten my pants and pull down my underwear. As she
got
on her knees in front of me, I could see her hand getting busy on her pussy
as
she swallowed my cock deeply. We both took in the scene before us as Lori
got us
both quite warmed up for what was going to happen.
By now the woman had sunk her mouth around Stacy's pussy, and was sucking
her
clit while her tongue was busy working her folds. I could see the girl
struggling against her bonds to feed more of herself into the mouth that was
pleasuring her, and suddenly she came with a jerk against Michelle's face,
then
slowly settled back onto the bed as she let her breathing come back to
normal
Lori came forward and pulled Michelle from the bed, leading her to a chair,
and
then tying her hands to it. I smiled and moved up the bed to where Stacy
lay,
and slowly ran my cock up and down the folds of her pussy. Stacy groaned and
murmured. "Oh yes." under her breath. Her pussy was almost soaking wet, and
I
slid myself into the entrance to her with relative ease. She groaned as she
felt
my prick move into her.
I looked over my shoulder and watched as Lori played with Michelle's breasts
through her blouse and whispered into her ear. The blindfolded woman was
squirming in her chair now, and it was obvious that she was steaming hot.
With a quick move, I slid into Stacy and felt myself bump against her hymen.
Her
hips were grinding under me, and I could feel her try to push herself onto
me
harder. I could feel her so tight pussy constrict and relax around me and I
took
a moment to savor the sensation.
A quick glance showed Lori on her knees in front of Michelle and pulling the
panties off the woman. I could see an obvious wet spot on the front of them
as
Lori discarded them onto the floor.
I looked back to the girl, quivering and straining under me. With a hard
thrust
of my hips I pierced her hymen, and felt her jerk under me at the sting she
felt
as I moved through the membrane of her virginity. I paused a moment let her
adjust to the invasion, and to savor every last second of the sensations the
girl's pussy was creating for me. I ground softly into her, rubbing her clit
with my groin and feeling her breathe harder under me.
I heard a gasp from behind me. I turned my head and saw that Lori had
removed
Michelle's blindfold, and the woman was watching me deflower her daughter.
Then
slowly, Lori kissed her way down the woman's body and went to work on her
pussy.
Within seconds Michelle sat back with eyes half closed in desire as she took
in
the depraved scene in front of her, and settled into the sensations Lori was
creating in her.
With that fresh in my mind, I shifted my attention back Stacy. I slowly
moved
myself out of her pretty pussy, then back in gently. She gasped and moaned
and
jerked at the cuffs around her wrists. Slowly, I picked up speed as I fucked
her
abused pussy, and within a few strokes, she was experimentally working
herself
back toward me.
I reached down and rubbed the girl's clit with a finger as I sawed in and
out of
her. Damn, she was tight. Her hot little hole did it's best to hold me in as
I
took her deeply and picked up the speed of my strokes in her. Soon, we were
like
two animals in heat doing our best to reach our peak together. I touched her
mind and found her more sensitive spots and worked them as well as I could.
The gasping and moaning young girl screamed her fist coital orgasm for us
all to
hear a minute later, and I practically bellowed as I came deeply in her,
flooding her eager young pussy with my sperm, pulling her hard onto me as I
did
so.
I collapsed onto her and felt both our bodies returned to some sense of
normalcy. From behind me, I could vaguely here the sound of Michelle
groaning as
Lori ate her pussy with vigor.
After a few moments, I got up from the bed, walked over to Michelle, and
presented my still wet cock to her mouth. Her head meekly bowed and slowly,
she
took it into her mouth, cleaning off the combined juices of her daughter and
I.
"We're going to take you to levels of depravity you never dreamed of." I
said to
her, as she worked her mouth up and down my cock, slowly bringing it back to
life. I let her mouth work me as I moved myself back and forth into it. Lori
had
gotten up and uncuffed Stacy, and removed her blindfold. I heard the girl
gasp
as she saw her mom deep-throating my hard rod. Lori smiled, and ran her hand
gently up and down the girl's neck.
"You're going to do things you never dreamed of." I said as Michelle's
tongue
gently snaked its way up and down the underside of my shaft. "Are you ready
to
become one of us?"
She pulled me from her mouth. "Yes, please," she said in a quiet voice.
"Get up on the bed, and put yourself over your daughter with your ass in the
air." I said as I untied the woman's hands from the chair. She promptly got
up
and did as she was told, placing her self so that her face was directly over
her
daughter's pussy.
I walked up behind her, lifted up her skirt, and ran my hands over her. Lori
was
there, and spread some lubricant over my once again hard cock. I tickled
Michelle's asshole with a finger as Lori's hand spread the stuff over me.
Then I grabbed the woman's ass firmly, and placed the head of my cock at the
entrance to her tightest hole. From under her, I could feel Stacy's breath
cooling my cock and watched as her head rose to kiss her mother's sex.
Michelle
let her head fall and I felt Stacy jerk under us as her mother's mouth found
her
clit. With a long, slow thrust, I gently worked myself into Michelle's ass.
I could see why Julie's family wanted the power all to themselves. This was
intoxicating. With just a bare use of it, I had put myself in a position to
satisfy quite a few of men's darker fantasies. As I felt the woman's opening
enclose me, part of me wondered if this was the beginning of something
better
than what they had become, or worse. As I began fucking the lady's ass, and
with
her daughter's mouth spurring her on, I didn't really care.


Chapter 20
Michael Mccallum

I left the room after my mini-orgy with Michelle, Stacy, and Lori, and
walked
out into the main living room of the suite. I chuckled as I looked over the
scene. Marcus and Julie had decided to skip going to another room for their
part
of the evening, and Marcus was busy with his mouth between Julie's
widespread
legs. Karen sat over Julie and was playing with her breasts.
On another couch, Sean was working off his hard day's work with Kristine,
slowly
pumping himself into the woman's vagina and enjoying every minute of it.
Kristine was working under him in a mechanical fashion, but it sure seemed
to
get Sean off.
I shook my head and walked to the bar, poured myself a coke, and watched the
scene develop in front of me. Marcus had moved up Julie's body and was
sliding
himself into her. Julie just moaned and groaned under him, and began pumping
her
hips up in time to his motions. Karen walked away from the couple and stood
beside me.
"So, how did it go with Stacy and Michelle?" she asked quietly as I steered
her
toward the couch.
"Amazing. I think they're both now new members of our little group." I took
a
seat on the couch and Karen sat in my lap.
"Hmm. Did you have fun getting them to do all those terrible perverted
things?"
she asked in a little girl's voice.
"Oh yes, I most certainly did." I replied, and felt Karen's hand circle my
cock
as she reached out with her mind and touched mine. I replayed my memories of
the
scene with the other two women, and I could hear her purr as she felt what I
had
felt as I'd taken both women.
"Yes, you did." Her hand worked a little faster, and she slid my hand to her
pussy, which was already very wet.
I looked over and watched as Sean lifted Kristine up and onto all fours and
then
took her that way, his hands grasping her breasts like handholds. On the
other
couch, Julie had rearranged herself and was now on top of Marcus, driving
his
cock into her with her hips writhing in a grinding motion that seemed to hit
all
her favorite spots.
My fingers were busy in Karen's little pussy, and my thumb was rubbing her
clit
while my fingers slowly pistoned in and out of her. "Were you being all
neglected dear?" I asked.
"I was just being a good hostess," she answered. "I wanted to make sure
everyone
was having fun. Besides, I knew you'd be out here eventually." Karen
replied.
Her body was quivering under my touch, and frankly, my cock was getting
harder
under her attentions. I smiled, lifted her up, and moved her pussy to the
end of
my cock. Karen slowly slid herself down onto me and we both groaned in
unison as
I felt myself move into her depths.
God I was hoping for this. Karen said into my mind
You're amazing dear. I said as she slowly moved up and down on me. I looked
into
her eyes and we both synched our movements slowly, just lazily fucking and
enjoying the feel of it. Our minds touched, and we were one body, one mind,
doing it's best to give itself pleasure as we slowly brought ourselves
higher.
I brought my fingers to her breasts and felt how the sensations raced
through
her body from her nipples almost straight to her pussy. I could feel her
adjust
herself so her pussy gripped the tip of my cock sending shivers up and down
my
body. I could tell that if she kept this up much longer I would cum too
quickly,
so she slowed down and kept the sensation strung out.
And on it went, the two of us reaching out and finding what got us off and
made
us feel alive, and doing it with a slow, gentle passion. This was no hard,
straight-ahead fucking; this was two people merged as one doing their best
to
bring each other pleasure.
But of course, it couldn't last forever. We finally reached our peak and
pushed
over it gloriously, my cock flooding her deeply, and her muscles rippling
around
me making me cum that much harder. I could feel her orgasm explode through
us
both and held her closely as the last waves coursed through us.
I laid us both down on the couch and let our bodies settle like spoons. With
my
deflating cock still inside her, I felt our breathing return to normal and
settle into the same rhythm.
The scenes were still going on before us as Julie was now sucking Marcus
back to
hardness, and Sean was now plundering Kristine's ass. From the other room,
we
heard a high-pitched wail that sounded like Stacy reaching her peak.
You know, when my dad started using me I thought I would always hate sex.
Karen
said into my mind. I pulled her closer and she snuggled her back into my
chest.
But you made it fun for me, and now I have a hard time thinking of anything
else. She opened her mind and I saw a rush of images; people she had seen,
both
male and female, women and men, boys and girls, as she appraised them,
wondering
what they would be like in bed, how big their cocks were, or what their
pussy's
would taste like. How they would move as she did things to them, or how she
would react as they did things to her.
I chuckled at that and opened my mind to her, showing much the same
thoughts. I
could feel her smile. Good. I'm not the only one. Lori's much the same way,
but
I think she likes girls a little more than boys.
Wouldn't surprise me. I knew her before she was whole and she always said
that
women were more fun to play with, but men were great if you wanted to be the
toy. I replied mentally. That got a chuckle from Karen.
Yeah, she's an odd one that way. She's a total dominant when she's with
women,
but kind of a sub when she's with you. But that shouldn't be a surprise, she
thinks you're some kind of god or angel or something.
I shook my head. Okay we may be forming our own little cult or church or
whatever, but to be honest, I'm just guy who happens to be able to use his
brain
in an odd kind of way.
I like the way you use your brain. Karen said mentally in a little-girl kind
of
voice.
Thank you. You seem to use yours pretty well too. She kind of wiggled in my
arms
and got her butt right into my groin.
And I like other things you use too. I smiled and ran a finger over tummy. I
took a moment to feel her mind and she let me. I got her feelings toward me
of
late, and truth be told, it kind of surprised me, but it wasn't entirely out
of
line.
After the whole scene with her father and his passing, I had, in a way, kind
of
become both her lover and father figure. My willingness to listen to her
ideas
about how to use the power had kind of warmed her in a way, as she was
either
always just a little girl or a sex toy for her old man. I mean, I'll admit
to
using Karen like a sex toy, but I had the decency to also treat her like a
human
being. Also, hanging around Lori and I had given her the chance to satisfy
her
own curiosity about sex.
Psychologists say that young children who have been abused sexually tend to
have
an extreme interest in sex from having been "sexualized" at an early age,
sometimes to an almost unhealthy degree. Lori and I had given her a way to
vent
this in a manner that she enjoyed, and that also gave her a degree of
control
she hadn't possessed before.
I looked up and scanned the room one more time. Sean was obviously in the
last
stages of his encounter with Kristine, and Marcus seemed to be heading
toward a
thunderous end of his scene with Julie, although it was apparent that Julie
was
reaching an equally intense peak. I nuzzled Karen's neck and nibbled gently
on
her shoulder. She made a slight purring sound and pulled my arm tighter
around
her. She sighed quietly, and I felt her breathing even out. Within a few
moments, she was asleep.
I had a collection of amazing women, a few billion dollars in the bank, and
the
ability to get more of all the above. All things considered, I was doing
pretty
well. A few minutes later I joined Karen in sleep.
I woke up a few hours later, still naked, and still on the couch. A quick
glance
at my watch told me it was about three in the morning. I managed to
extricate
myself from Karen and got up to look around the suite. Marcus and Julie were
wrapped up in each other's arms. Sean was fast asleep on the other couch by
himself. I walked over to the room Where Lori, Michelle, and Stacy had been.
I poked my head inside and Saw Lori cradling Stacy in her arms. Michelle
must
have left early. Of course, she would have to be home sometime. Stacy would
be
able to tell a story about crashing at a friend's house, but the wife of the
DA
would probably not have that excuse. I'd have to bring him under our thumb
fairly quickly.
I walked out to the living room and looked out the window. Kristine was
outside
on the balcony looking at the stars. She was dressed in tight slacks and a
wrap-around top. Quietly, I walked up behind her.
"You know what I did," she said.
"Yes, I do." I replied.
"You used me to set them up didn't you?"
"I did."
She whirled around and slapped me. I took it full on the face. "You give me
every reason in the world to see you dead, you threaten my child with these
little scenes you like, and then you use me to set up the people who could
set
me free. Is that it?"
"Essentially. I knew they'd accept the info from a source who had a reason
to
hate me."
"Well played. So what happens to me now, Kristine, the failed Judas?"
"You're free. You never have to see me, or any of us, ever again. There's a
briefcase in the closet. Take it. What's in there is yours."
She blinked, started to speak, then paused and tried again. "It's over? I'm
free
to go just like that?"
"Just like that, and amply rewarded for your service."
She walked back toward the door and paused. "I don't know what to make of
any of
this."
"Make of it what you will, just remember that you're free now."
She walked across the living room and then to the closet, grabbed the
briefcase,
opened it, and gasped. She walked back out on the balcony, briefcase in
hand. "I
don't know whether to say thank you or to slap you again."
"Your call." I said and shrugged.
She came closer and wrapped her arms around me. I hugged her back and
whispered.
"You know, I loved you once."
"I know. And I know I threw it away too."
"Good. Learn from it."
"I'll try." And with that, she was out the door and on her way out of the
suite.
Lori walked out of the bedroom wrapped in a sheet, and came up to me with a
grin. "I heard the whole scene. Not bad, boss."
"Did you adjust her memories like I asked?"
"Yep. When the bad guys catch up to her, they'll have a mix of truth and
lies
that should keep their shoelaces tied for a year or so."
"Excellent." I walked back in to the living room and slowly collected Karen
into
my arms. I carried her to the only unused bedroom left in the suite. Lori
joined
us, and we all lounged under the dim light of the city.
"Did you have fun with Michelle and Stacy?" I asked quietly.
Lori grinned almost evilly. "Oh yes. Michelle's such a little slut. Once we
turned her on to her body and what it could make her feel, she's been a
total
whore for it."
"What was she thinking when the blindfold came off?" I asked running a
finger
gently up Karen's ass. She shivered under my finger.
"Oh man, you should have felt it. At first, she was shocked right down to
the
tips of her toes, I could feel her work up to try and get out of the cuffs.
But
then she got all hot about it. She's like the little kid who keeps breaking
all
the rules trying to get the parents attention. She's been looking for a
strong
hand to dominate her for a while, and she's found it with you." She smiled
at
me. "I think she's going to make a great addition to the cult, her and Stacy
both.
"What do you think of Stacy?" I asked.
"Well, she's young, tight, and sweet tasting." Lori said with a grin.
"Okay, aside from the obvious." I said back to her.
"She's coming around. That little trick you did with having her taste
Dianne's
pussy combined with denying her sex helped her to understand that she should
maybe change her mindset somewhat. I think she'll be make another worthy
addition to the church."
"Good. Now we just need to expand our base a bit."
"What do you have in mind?"
I spent a few minutes explaining it to her, when I was done she grinned.
"Not
bad. Your devious mind keeps paying dividends for us all. When do we start?
"Tomorrow. We should get a jump on this immediately. Call Michelle and tell
her
about her part of the plan. Then we'll check the rest of our talent pool."
"Gotcha boss, I'm all over it." She yawned, and pulled in closer to me. I
laid
my head on Karen's chest as I felt Lori snuggle into my back, and from there
we
called it a night.
When I woke up the next morning, Lori was still sleeping next to me, but
Karen
was nowhere to be seen. I lightly lifted Lori's arm and slid out from under
it,
then slid a pillow under her arm. She pulled it closer to her and smiled. I
had
to admit it made a cute picture.
I wandered the suite, taking in the morning-after scene. Sean was eating
breakfast in front of his laptop, and Julie and Marcus were also doing
breakfast
and Bloody Mary's in front of the TV. Both of them had found some semblance
of
clothing, and were obviously enjoying each other's company. I wandered
further
and found Karen looking over the city from a bay window. She had put on a
sundress, but the light reflected through it and told me there was little,
if
anything, under it.
I walked up behind her. How are you? I asked mentally.
I'm okay. It feels odd, having the pressure off for a while. she replied.
Yeah, for however long it lasts.
But for now, we're safe, so I plan on enjoying it, and using this time to
the
fullest. she said.
How so?
Look, so far, all we know is that we can read and control minds. But what
else
is possible? I think it's time we found out.
Good call. I think that just went right to the top of my priority list.
Excellent. She turned and kissed me. "Thanks for everything, in case I
forgot to
mention it," she said aloud.
"Yeah, well, you can thank me when we're survived this whole mess I seem to
have
stumbled us into."
"Trust me, if I die tomorrow I'm going to remember everything you've done
for me
and be glad." Her smile was gorgeous.
"Thanks." I replied not really knowing how to answer that. "Just don't die
tomorrow, or for quite a while afterward.
"So, what's your plan for the day?" Karen asked and walked inside. I
followed,
enjoying the sway of her hips as she moved.
"I've got an appointment in a couple of hours, after that my day is free." I
replied and poured myself a cup of coffee.
"Good. I want some more of you and Lori and sharing each other."
"I'll add it to my to-do list."
"I'll try to miss the pun implied there."
"Good idea." I sipped at my coffee.
"What's your appointment?"
"Theresa gets out today." I replied.
"I've never met her." Karen said, and grabbed a bottle of orange juice. "Is
she
potentially one of us?"
"I think so, but I'm not sure." I could feel Karen's mind brush mine as I
said
that.
"You think so, but you don't want to scare her. Good call. I think you kind
of
love her." Karen said and drank from the bottle.
"I...uh..."
"Don't get so upset about it. I know you love all of us, and we love you,
and we
all love each other. You just feel differently about us all." She was so
nonchalant with that statement that I was absolutely floored.
"When did you become such an emotional expert?" I asked.
"Since I got the power, I've been studying people. It's kind of fun to
observe
them all." I should have figured a girl her age who had been through what
she
had been through would be the curious type.
"I'll plead the fifth."
"And that's why you're the boss. You're the smart one." she said and picked
up
the phone to order breakfast.
Later that day, I picked up Theresa at the hospital and drove her back to
her
apartment. It was a silent ride, even all the way up to the door to her
place.
She got out her keys and opened the door. Then she paused and looked at me
as I
stood there holding her bags with two bodyguards behind me. "Come on in, but
the
two big guys have to stay outside." Alex and Calvin nodded at me, and I went
in.
I set her bags on the couch and waited as she reviewed a few things on her
table, then watered her plants. Finally she turned. "Okay, you're in danger,
and
probably will be for some time."
"Yep, it looks like I'm in this for the long haul."
"And by extension, your enemies might take a swipe at me because we've been
close."
"That thought has crossed my mind, too." I said and tried very hard not to
stare
at the floor like a kid who had been naughty.
"So my choices are to run like hell, or throw in with your side. Which do
you
think would be safer? Honestly."
I thought about it. "I can't answer that. If you throw in with us, you're
going
to be a target, but one who's prepared and ready. If you run, you'll be safe
while you're moving, but there's always a chance they'll catch up." I
shrugged.
"You could make me forget everything, just leave me with no memory of
anything
couldn't you? Hell, you could make me throw in with you. Why don't you?" She
was
talking quietly. Her words weren't an accusation, just a question asked by
someone who was tired and really scared.
"Because you matter to me, and I want you, not some robot or some creature
that
looks like you. You center me, and remind me what it's like to be...." I
paused
trying to think of a word.
"Normal?" she filled in.
"Yeah, that'll do."
Theresa walked closer and got into my personal space. "There are others like
you, aren't there? They're the ones after you."
"Exactly." I replied.
She got closer and ran a finger along my collar. "And there are other women?
A
few other lovers, maybe?"
I sighed. "Yes, and they're like me, too. I made them that way."
"Do you mean you made them telepaths, or made them your lovers?" she asked,
looking me in the eye.
"I made them telepaths. They were lovers before that."
"I want in."
I took a deep breath. "Say it again, and think about it."
She paused, but only briefly. "I want in."
"One more time, and really think hard. Once you're in, you'll never be out."
She took a few seconds, then, placing quiet emphasis on each word, "I want in."
"Why?"
"Because you answered me with the truth. Any other man would have lied or made
an excuse about it all. But you told me the truth, and decided to let the shit
fall where it would. I'll go a long way for that." She came forward and hugged
me. I could feel a tear hit my shirt, and frankly, I didn't know if it was
hers or mine.
After a while we parted, and we both wiped our eyes. "So, when do I meet your
friends?" Theresa asked.
"Tonight, if you want. I hope you're ready."
"Don't worry. I think that now that I know most of the story, I'm more ready
for this than I have been for anything." She took my hand and led me to the
bedroom.
"But for now, I've been hurt, and I need someone to kiss it all better." I
smiled and lifted her shirt. There was a small scar where the bullet had hit her
chest. I leaned in and kissed it.
"For you?" I said as my hand unhooked her bra. "I'll do my best."
Three hours later, a cell phone rang in my pocket. It wasn't mine. I had given
Julie a new phone and had taken hers. I had been waiting for someone to call
her. I picked it up and hit the "talk" button.
"Blender Musky." I knew the code words well. I had removed the sequence it would
trigger in Julie myself. If she had heard it before I had deprogrammed her
brain, she would be lying on the floor suffering a massive heart attack.
"I'm sorry Julie's not in right now and frankly she never will be." I replied.
"Who is THIS!?" The voice on the phone demanded.
"This is Mr. Jones. I think you may have heard of me." I said with a jaunty
voice. Across the bed Theresa looked up at me with a cocked eyebrow. I
smiled back at her.
"So, Mr. Jones, what have you done with Julie?"
"Well, let's say the next time you see her will be some time around Judgment
Day. Now then, please take a message to all of your friends for me."
"Who are you to give me orders?" the voice on the other end said in a hard tone.
"Like I said, I'm Mr. Jones. Pay attention." I paused a moment for effect.
"Your time is through, I will see an end to what you've been doing, and I will see an
end to you all. Tell your friends that, and please do your best to enjoy the
time you have left." I hit the off button on the phone, got up and walked to the
bathroom, and dropped the phone in the toilet.
"Who was that?" Theresa asked as I climbed back into bed.
"The bad guys. I just officially threw down the gauntlet." I replied and pulled
her close.
"Aren't you afraid?" she asked.
"Damn straight I am, but I've got a feeling."
"What kind of feeling?"
"That somehow, it's all gonna work out."
"I like that feeling." Theresa said with a playful sound to her voice. "Now come
over here, I've got plans for you."
I smiled and bowed to the inevitable. Tonight was going to be a piece of work,
and tomorrow was another day, but right now, well, right now I had a feeling.
It felt like I was on a hot streak.

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