I am not the original author as can be seen, just someone who thought
others out there might be interested in reading this story. This story
deals with violent rapes involving MC, m/F, mM/F. If it is illegal for
you to view this where you are, then you should not be reading this
story

AWAKENING
by Dracthyus

I'm not sure where the power came from. I'm not even sure where I came
from. The orphanage wasn't helpful in determining my parentage, but
that's neither here nor there. What it boils down to is that I have the
ability to manipulate the minds of others. Many others. I suppose the
good that I do kind of counter balances the bad. There aren't many
murders or robberies in my neighborhood there's almost no drug use at
all. I stay open for naughty thoughts like that, and squelch them in
the minds of the thinkers when they come about. About the only crime
that happens on a regular basis is rape. Mostly because I do it.
Oh, I'm sure some wide-area statistical survey of crime in the area
would point out these odd patterns - if I let it. My mind can easily do
eleven or twelve things at once, and making sure that anyone who gets
suspicious of my power forgets their suspicions completely is something

I do without thinking about it anymore.

I still remember when the power first exerted itself. I was sixteen at
the time.

I guess I always had this fascination with rape so much so, that late
at night, I would stay up late, thinking about it, thinking about how
it was occurring somewhere, right now, out there. It always got me hot
enough to masturbate to. That night ,though, it was like I got a radio
message in my head, or something. I was concentrating very hard on the
fact that there was probably someone being raped RIGHT NOW, and then, I
was in the head of a rapist!

He'd found some woman jogging late at night, and had grabbed her and
dragged her behind some houses, not three miles from my own house! When
his mind was opened to me, he had a knife to her throat, and was
stripping her jogging suit off of her.

I could see everything he saw the tears in her eyes, the zipper on her
jogging suit pulling down, revealing big, round breasts in a sports
bra, the glint of the knife at her white throat. I could feel the
zipper in his hands, feel the warmth of her close to his fingers. I
could feel how hard he was.

I was immediately aware, of course, that I was actually receiving
someone's thoughts. Someone else might have dismissed it as a waking
dream or some such, but I knew. A human mind was open to me.
I watched gleefully as he pulled off her sweat pants, shorts, and
panties, and felt the wetness of her pussy as he stuck his finger up
her. She squirmed a lot I remember that very well. She squirmed nicely.
Among the things I found out this night was that I was multi-orgastic.

I came hard when he forced her mouth onto his cock, hands in her hair,
forcing her head back and forth on him. He almost came himself, but he
wanted more from her. When her helpless mouth had gotten him good and
hard, he had thrown her onto her back, yanked down the sports bra, and
fucked her as he held the knife to her throat. I came a second time.
But he still wasn't finished. Before he could shoot, he had turned her
over onto her stomach, and still holding the knife to her defenseless
throat, he had fucked her tight little asshole, warning her that if she
made any sound, he'd kill her.

I came a third time with no difficulty. I stayed in his mind as he left
her there, alive, pulled up his pants, and went home. I dug around in
his brain, found out who he was, where he worked, everything about him.
He had raped three other women, and was planning on raping more. I
pulled out of his mind, but tried to remember the feel of it, so I
could see him rape more women.

But I was still horny. Whatever dam had burst inside my mind, it had
burst other things too, and now I had a ravenous appetite. My hand
wasn't going to satisfy it, either.

There was a perfectly good naked woman three miles away, but instead, I
thought of the woman who lived next door. Every so often, when the sun
was out, she'd be out sunbathing in a string bikini. I loved watching
it when she tanned her back, removing the top of the bikini to make her
tan even. I tried reaching her mind.

It was much easier than I had thought. Apparently, some part of my mind
had always been "awake," reading the patterns of people around me, and
storing them in my subconscious memory. My mind made contact with hers,
and I reveled in the power of it.

She was getting ready to go to bed, having had a late night. Her
husband was already asleep, and she was in a silk nightgown. She was
looking in the mirror, which gave me the opportunity to look at her as
well. Short, dark hair, nice slim body with good sized, firm breasts. I
wanted to see her breasts bare, very badly. I had spent so much time
imagining what they would look like if she suddenly sat up while
sunbathing that the urge to see them was nearly overpowering. I tried
sending the suggestion to her mind that she open her top.

I almost had my fourth orgasm of the evening when she casually unlaced
her nightgown and revealed her lovely, creamy-white breasts to the
mirror!

I suggested she stroke and caress them, and play with the nipples. Her
lovely, long-nailed hands slowly circled her breasts, gently twirling
her nipples between thumb and forefinger. I could feel excitement build
within her, and I realized that there might not be a limit to what I
could tell her to do.

My parents were in the living room, watching television. While I
watched her through her eyes, I suggested to them, with a thought, that
they turn off the television and go to bed. As they did so, on command,
the possibilities seemed to take on infinite proportions. I suggested
to them that they would sleep deeply, not hearing any noises in the
house at all that night. A reassuring feel from their minds assured me
that my command had been accepted.

Jill, the neighbor, next received the suggestion that, without closing
her top, she should walk over to our front door and ring the doorbell.

Her husband received much the same suggestion as my parents sleep
deeply, hear nothing.

I pulled up my shorts and put on a robe, and like a horny teenager,
went down to wait by the front door. In minutes, the doorbell rang.

I opened the door, and she was standing there, her tits hanging out,
looking very puzzled.

"Dan?" she said. "What what's happening"

I realized that without further suggestions, she would come to her
senses and know something was amiss.
"You're in a hypnotic trance," I said, "and will obey my every order."
She smiled, as though that cleared up a lot of things for her, and then
became very much the stereotypical person-in-hypnosis you see on bad
sitcoms. I guess that was how she perceived being in a trance, so
that's how she acted. Worked for me.
"Come in, close, and lock the door," I said. She did so, in a semi-
sleepwalker fashion. "Go up to my room," I commanded.
I started to elaborate Jill had never been in my house, and probably
had no idea where I slept. I was amazed to see that, without
hesitation, she proceeded up the stairs and to the left, directly for
my bedroom!
I figured that my mind was subconsciously sending information to her
mind so that she could fulfill my commands. That proved to be quite
beneficial when I made a command, she would do what I want, whether it
was what I said or not. As I followed her up the stairs, I not only got
to admire her long, tan legs, but her short night-shirt was excellent
for showing off her ass clad in sheer silk panties as she swayed up the
steps.
I followed her into my bedroom, and shut the door. Even if I had
commanded privacy from everyone who might be able to hear me, I still
wanted that door shut. Utter privacy was in the perception, as well as
the commands.
I lay on my bed, and removed my robe. "Jill," I said, "take off all
your clothes."
Because of my subconscious level of control, she did it just the way I
wanted her to. She slowly slipped the nightgown off her shoulders, and
shimmied it sexily down her sides, over her hips, and let it drop down
her legs. Clad only in the panties, she rubbed her hands down the sides
of her body, moaning in passion, and gently slipped her fingers into
the waistband. Swaying her hips, she slowly took down her panties,
giving me a profile of her. As she dropped them, she bent over, letting
me see the wondrous lines of her ass stick up into the air. She stepped
out of them, and went back to just standing there, in her trance.
The possibilities were, as I have noted, endless. I had my beautiful
neighbor naked, in front of me, helpless, in my bedroom, ready to obey
any command I had for her. That left me with a problem.
I wanted to rape her. Oh, sure, it would have been rape if I had just
told her to lie down and spread her legs she was in no mental condition
to give her consent at the moment. But what I wanted was the fear in
her eyes, the terror I wanted to control her in another way. I sat
there, my cock straining at my shorts, watching her breathe. Her
nipples moved gently as she did so, turning me on more every second.
Then, it came to me. How to rape her, safely, and get away with it. All
I had had to do was properly consider my alternatives, which were
nearly limitless.
"Jill," I said, "When I snap my fingers, you will wake up from your
trance. You will not know where you are, or how you got here. You will
not be able to recognize me, no matter how hard you try. You will not
be able to work the lock on the door."
That was an excellent start, I thought. I started to snap my fingers,
and stopped. Why stop there?
"Furthermore," I said, "you will not be able to hurt me. You will not
be able to, no matter how hard you try, scratch, hit, kick, or bite
me." Biting was important, I thought. Especially for some things I had
planned.
"You will be too frightened to think straight. Do you understand?"
"Yes," she said, nodding. I stood up, took the sash from my bathrobe,
and stood behind her. The view was good back there. She had a lovely,
firm, round ass, and she was formed beautifully. It looked like she
worked out. With a smile on my lips, I snapped my fingers.
She looked started, even from behind. She looked to both sides of her,
down at herself, and down at her clothing on the floor.
"What where" she started, when I threw the sash over her throat.
"Make a sound, and I'll kill you," I said, tightening the sash. Her
hands went to her throat, and a little croak escaped, but she was
silent. I held onto both ends of the sash with one hand, and reached
around her to cup her breast with the other hand. "You do what I tell
you to, you won't get hurt," I said. This was great! I was getting to
say all the things I'd wanted to say to a woman for so long!
"What are you going to do to me?" she said, in a very scared voice. I
roughly pushed her onto the bed, where she quickly rolled to her back
and looked up at me.
The look of fear on her face almost made me come right then and there.
She lay there, breathing hard, her breasts heaving, her legs slightly
apart, supporting herself on her elbows. She looked down at herself on
the bed, and back up to me.
"No," she said, softly, fearfully. I stepped forward, nodding. She
skittered backwards on the bed, stopping when her head was pressed
against the headboard. "Please please, no!"
I've witnessed many rapes since that night, and committed many myself.
I know what a rape is like, differing from a fantasy of one. But my
subconscious had only my fantasy to work with, so the event occurred
exactly as I wanted it to.
I knelt on the bed next to her head, and pulled down my shorts. My cock
sprang out, erect and ready.
"No, please," she repeated, as I reached behind her head with one hand.
Her eyes looked up into mine, pleading the whole time. "No, don't make
me suck your cock, please! I've never done this before I don't even let
my husband put it in my mouth! Oh, please, no, not in my mouth! No no.
NO!.Nmmmmph!"
Her mouth felt incredible. Just the feel of the head of my cock sliding
in past her full, red lips nearly made me come again, but I was
exerting some new-found self control to make this whole experience
last! As I got the head of it into her mouth, she moaned, and began to
whimper, in fear and humiliation. Her eyes looked up to me, fearful,
the eyes of a woman whose mouth was being raped. But her tongue!
Rather than sit there placidly, trying to give as little comfort and
aid as possible, her tongue gently worked at the cleft of the bottom of
my cock-head, teasing it, running the very tip of her tongue around the
base of the head. She sucked on it, licking it, and I pulled her head
further onto my cock, until her mouth was quite full.
Her pleading, begging mouth worked on my hard cock like the most finely
trained street-whore, sucking on it, licking it, tracing each vein and
ridge with a hot, wet tongue-tip. I loosened my grip on the back of her
head somewhat, and she began bobbing her head back and forth, making
the noises of a woman who was being forced to give head against her
will, but giving head like I was giving her a diamond ring and a yacht!
I tightened my grip again, to gain the feeling of a rapist once more,
and forced her head onto my cock harder and harder, in time with her
own thrusts upon my dick.
Her hot, wet mouth and tight lips were bringing me beyond the point
where I could control myself, but still, I held back. This experience
was the greatest moment of my life, and I wanted to savor it. Then, my
hand "forced" her head all the way down my shaft, as she took the head
of my cock into her tight throat!
She choked, her eyes bugged out, and the sound of her gagging was music
to my ears. After a moment, I pulled my cock out until the head of it
rested on her tongue, then I forced it in again, and again, and again!
Both of my hands grabbed her head, and forced her head down onto my
cock over and over. She writhed, and choked, and moaned her pleas to
me, making me hotter and hotter. Then, as her magic tongue worked
against the bottom side of my cock, she took my whole length down her
throat, and I shot my cum into her. I kept it in for a moment, choking
her, and then pulled out, pushing her over onto her back, where she
commenced to gasp and writhe about sexily, thrusting out her breasts
with each great intake of air.
A fine sheen of sweat had broken out on her body in her exertions, and
it only added to her loveliness. It was only moments before I was hard
again, and kneeling between her long, tanned legs.
"Oh, god," she said, as I spread her legs wide. "Please, no, haven't
you done enough? Oh, you've raped my mouth, you bastard, can't you let
me go now?"
I smiled as I started to thrust my cock into her tight pussy. She
gripped my headboard in both hands, over her head, and let out a cry.
"NO! Oh, god, RAPE! RAPE! Help, he's RAPING ME! Please, HELP ME! Oh, no!
NO! NO! RAPE!"
Spurred on by her outcry, I thrust my cock into her with all of my
might.
She was quite wet, and penetration was easy.
One thing - at this point, I was a virgin. Before this night, I had
never had a woman in any way. I couldn't have been all that impressive,
even as a rapist. But my subconscious seemed to know, on my gut level,
what I needed to hear, and it fed the lines to Jill as I pumped away
inside her hot, wet cunt.
"Oh, god, please stop! Oh, it's too big! It's too big, please! You're
hurting meeeeeee"
I reached down, and grasped her big boobs in both hands, and squeezed
them hard. She screamed, throwing her head back and howling.
Somewhere, in the back of my mind, I registered that someone in a
nearby house had heard her. In the same place, a command went out,
making sure that person forgot hearing the sound, and could no longer
hear anything coming from my room that night. I didn't realize this at
the time I was far too busy enjoying my first fuck, and couldn't be
bothered with the extent of my powers as they were coming to be. Later,
though, it gave me some clue as to the extent of my abilities.
"Oh, god, please take it out! No, stop stop.puh-leeeeeez! Oh, god, stop
RAPING ME!!!"
All the while she was squirming, holding onto the headboard helplessly,
her hips actually thrusting up to meet my own thrusts. It was exactly
what I wanted a woman who looked and sounded like a rape victim, but
fucked like an utter slut. Her cries became nothing but insensible
moanings and pleadings as I continued to thrust my long, hot prick into
her helpless pussy, feeling the tightness of it squeezing me for my
entire length. It wasn't long before I shot my wad again, spilling my
seed into her pussy for all I was worth!
I lay on top of her for a while, feeling my satisfied prick getting
soft.
She lay there, averting her eyes from me and crying quietly. I was
almost done, I could feel my reserves being low. But I was not quite
finished yet.
I turned her over onto her stomach, and gently stroked the backs of her
legs, reveling in the luxuriousness of her silky, tanned skin. When she
tried to get up, I roughly held her head down on the pillow with one
hand, while I continued to stroke her beautiful back.
She had an absolutely incredible ass. I had noticed it many times
before, as she lay there in her string bikini, and now I admired not
only the lovely, firm roundness of it's appearance, but the feel of the
soft, bouncy flesh in my hand. I felt up her ass for a good ten
minutes, my cock getting harder every second. I pulled my shorts
completely off, and straddled her legs this was going to be the best
yet.
"What what are you doing? Oh, god, please, no more, I can't take any
more oh, what's happening?"
My cock became truly rampant as I guided it between those delicious ass
cheeks, and pressed it against her tightly puckered asshole. She tried
to rise up, to throw me off, but my hand on the back of her head
defeated her.
"No, please, stop, that's the wrong place! What are you oh, god, no,
please, don't fuck my ass! I've never been fucked there, ever! Oh,
please, no no StopSTOP! OW! OHHHH!"
With her legs tightly together, between mine, it was tight going, but
that's what I wanted. There was nothing she could do, now, no movements
or techniques I wanted, even subconsciously, for her to use. I just
wanted to rape the bitch up the ass. Slowly, painfully for both of us,
I pushed the head of my cock into her.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! Oh, god, NOOO! Oh, take it out, please, take it OUT!"
Well, there WAS some yelling I wanted her to do, and like a true
trouper, she did it. It got a little easier once I had the head of my
cock inside her, but it was still amazingly tight and hot in her ass.
I released her head (she wasn't going anywhere) and grasped her hips
with both hands. With that extra leverage, I managed to force my raping
cock completely up her helpless asshole, making her yell in agony. It
was my finest moment up till then. I had my cock up a helpless woman's
ass, and I was raping her with it!
"Oooh, oh stop. please."
Her words came out in gasps as I started to pump her butt, fucking her
harder than ever before. I could feel every millimeter of my cock on
fire with excitement (and not a little friction) as I raped her ass,
pumping her mercilessly, forcing my cock in again and again!
She squirmed deliciously under me, her body seeking escape and finding
none. "Oooh, he's raping my ass!" she cried through abundant tears.
"It's tearing me apart! Oh, you bastard, stop it! STOP IT! Oh, GOD!"
It took several minutes of grunting and sweating on my part, and I
loved every second of it, as she helplessly writhed in pain under me.
When I came, I roared at the top of my lungs and shot my sperm deep in
her bowels. She continued to cry for several minutes after I pulled
out, and I laid next to her on the bed, and got my breath back.
After a few minutes, I mentally ordered her to go bring me a warm, wet
cloth and clean my cock. Still sniffling, still the rape victim, she
did so, almost bringing me to erection again. But, even I turned out to
have limits, and she had brought me to them. Of course, with practice
and exercise, my limits have increased somewhat
With a mental order to forget everything that happened that night, she
went home, where she would spend several days wondering where all the
sperm came from, seeing as how she didn't recall her husband fucking
her, especially not in the ass, where she had, indeed, never before
been fucked!
Since that fateful evening, I have used the power for both many acts of
good. I've stopped a couple of wars you never would have survived, and
stopped some crimes that you never suspected could happen. But the
price for this power is the appetite it brings with it. Three, perhaps
four times a week, I bring women to me, or find them and take them to
hotels, and rape them senseless. I've never left one pregnant, I've
never hurt one seriously, and I've always tried to compensate them,
somehow. But I'm up to fifteen of them a week, now, sometimes in groups
as large as five at a time.
I don't know where the power came from, but I can see where it's going.
I just hope I can do whatever good thing I was meant to do before it
burns me out.
It's making me very tired.
AWAKENING II - Experiments
As I've said before, I do not know where I gained the power to control
minds, any more than I know where I was born, or to whom. It hardly
matters. What matters is that I have it.
I've just stopped a war. It was easy. I felt the stirrings of violence
somewhere it must have been the Middle East. It almost always is. I
took the violent feelings away, and replaced them with remorse and
horror.
In one case, I commanded the man who was about to fire a shot at
someone he didn't like to drop his gun and consider what happened to
someone when they died. By the time he was able to lift his gun again,
tears were streaming down his face and he was running to the graveyard
where his grandfather was buried. Quick, somewhat brutal, but
effective. I could just as easily have commanded him to die but I
dislike doing that. It seems too easy. It raises questions. My karma is
already quite bad enough, anyway.
My urge to rape has been increasing ever since the night I first
discovered my powers, when I was sixteen. Perhaps you've read what
became of my next-door neighbor's wife on that night (see "The
Awakening"). After that night, my life became every teenager's dream.
Money was never a problem. I could command people to believe I had paid
them for any goods or service I wanted. My parents agreed to let me
move out on my own with a few silent suggestions from my new-found
powers. I got myself a nice apartment, had it furnished, got lots and
lots of television and stereo equipment, a nice computer all of it the
results of mental commands to the previous holders. When all you have
to do is lie down and think of something to make it happen, it happens
quickly a week after I had raped my first woman, I was living on my own
in Santa Monica. I couldn't argue with the rent - my landlord paid it
himself, with the money he had been scamming off of the other tenants
for years. Utilities? Somewhere, someplace, all of the utility bills
you've ever received go across some person's desk. My person's name is
Janine. Every time she sees my bill, without even thinking about it,
she marks it as "paid" in her computer. All of my needs are met. All of
them.
My powers have been increasing in potency, and so have I. Every so
often, I push them try to find limits see if there are only so many
well, I'll have to tell you by example.
Not long ago, I had just finished stopping terrorists from blowing up
some airplane somewhere, and the urge to take a woman by force came
over me strongly. It does that, every so often, especially after I've
been using my powers constantly over a long time. Fortunately for me,
I'm not far from a major mall.
Malls are lovely places to look at women. You can see a huge variety
tall, short, thin, fat, blonde, brunette, redhead, black, white,
whatever.
I went to the mall, acquired a large coke with ice, sat back on a
bench, and looked around, with my eyes and my mind.
Sometimes, it's a little overwhelming. There, a cute little number in
tight jeans and a vest showing a little cleavage, on the other side, a
blonde in cut-off shorts and a halter, bouncing merrily along. You
start to feel like a kid in a candy store, after a very short time even
though I have an increased capacity for orgasms, there IS only so much
of me, and there IS only so much time in a day! Most of these women
will slip safely past me, oblivious to the fate they have narrowly
missed. Then, I sensed her.
I sensed her before I saw her because her ego preceded her by a good
fifty feet. She was wearing some gymnasium's sweat shirt and the
sheerest pair of workout tights I have ever seen. I had to admit, she
was beautiful what I could see of her the sweat shirt concealed a lot.
But, for her to have the kind of self-important queen-bitch-of-the-
world ego that I could feel so strongly, she must have had some kind of
body. Long blonde hair (though her natural color was kind of a mousy
brown) teased out and pressed in waves God, didn't that style die a
horrible death recently? Apparently it, like Disco, is making a
comeback. Her face was somewhat plain, un-made up, her eyes hidden
behind circular sunglasses.
Nor was she alone the man with her, dressed almost entirely like her,
was the size of a gorilla, and had a personality to match. There was an
empty circle around them a good ten feet across other people, repelled
by their odious self-images, had a natural tendency to stay away.
Now, mind you, my own body is far from the wasted-away thing you might
imagine as my mind has increased in power, my body has increased it's
own capacity, so as to better maintain my brain. I have very little
body fat, and a healthy growth of good, dense muscle. I could probably
beat eight out of ten men at a good, honest arm-wrestling contest. But
looking at these two, I saw physical perfection taken to a disgusting
level, with almost no accompanying mental development. These people
were ignoring mankind's most precious resource - the mind.
The woman wasn't a female body-builder, she wasn't grossly
overdeveloped, or I never would have considered using her as I did. The
man, however, could not touch his own head his biceps were far too big
to allow his elbows to bend that far. He would have to go.
I commanded the woman to forget she was with anyone, and to loiter
around in a small area outside of a shoe store for a brief while. That
gave me time to concentrate on the man.
The man received a different set of commands. He too forgot he was with
someone, and went out to his car. After some quick mental searching, I
found a leather-bar not too far away, and commanded him to drive there,
strip naked, and walk in. There, he would become unable to defend
himself in any way, and unable to cry for help. That would last until
the next morning. I hate people with big egos and no mind to back it up.
Onto the woman. She had a rather appealing ass, and nice legs, but that
was really all I could tell. Her outfit would never do. Before I did
anything else, I would gift her as few women have been gifted before.
She went around to several shops on my command, starting with a
lingerie shop. There, I gave her a general suggestion "Get something
sexy." My subconcious would feed her more details, but my concious mind
wanted to be somewhat surprised. She would select whatever was most
appropriate for her, perhaps taking some time to try things on I was in
a mood to be patient. When she had selected something, I would command
the person at the cash register to remove the security tag and simply
give her the item.
Shop till you drop, for free!
She visited other stores clothing, shoes, make-up. My subconcious mind
saw to it that what she bought would appeal to me, but my concious mind
remained blissfully unaware. At the last fitting room, she changed,
leaving her old clothing behind.
It took two hours. I had lunch, read a comic book, and played a video-
game. My mind is more than capable of over a dozen simultaneous
actions, and I had to do something to keep the anticipation from
killing me! When she walked back in front of me, I approved
wholeheartedly.
Without the sunglasses, she had nice, expressive brown eyes, which were
brought out nicely by her makeup, as were her full lips. She was clad
in a tight black minidress, which displayed her aforementioned terrific
ass to it's best advantage, as well as her modest, but perfectly formed
breasts. She had on nylon stockings and high-heeled "fuck-me" pumps,
and she walked like she wanted to get laid a whole lot. She would
continue walking around the mall, ignoring everything, until I was
ready for her.
An ego like hers deserved something special, something nasty I reached
out my mind, looking for the mind of a rapist who had worked this mall
before. Surprising how many I found one was even there right now,
scoping for a victim! I read his mind, found his favorite spot the
elevator in one of the major department stores. It had a little fluke
he had discovered by accident when it was on the lowest basement level,
and you pressed the emergency "Stop" button, the usual alarm failed to
sound! It was the kind of thing you used at the end of the day, when
no one would get suspicous at the elevator's lack of movement. Of
course, that was if you lacked the ability to make certain no one got
suspicious!
This guy was pretty well prepared. He had a knife, a pair of scissors,
even a couple of rolls of duct-tape, all in a shopping bag he carried
around innocently. He was waiting for closing time. I didn't have to
wait that long, but I felt I owed this fellow a little something. That,
and I DID want to do something special to Ms. Ego
So I took control of his mind as well. I can easily control as many as
a dozen minds or more at once. I once had to control forty minds to
stop a diplomatic conference from turning into a bloodbath in
Yugoslavia, although I hurt for a week after that. It was time to
indulge my base instincts.
The girl went into the department store, followed at a comfortable
distance by he and I. A slight push, a little suggestion, and she was
waiting for the elevator, as were we.
There were a couple of other people there, as well, including one very
obnoxious heavy lady who smelled very bad and insisted on yelling at
her child in the middle of the store. People like that truly disturb
me. I sent her away with a command to buy the child every toy he asked
for that day, a command to bathe for several hours once they got home,
and a command to never allow her voice to rise above the conversational
level ever again. This was done purely as a public service, believe me.
When the elevator arrived, only the girl, the rapist, and I got on. He
blocked the button panel with his body and pressed the button for the
lowest basement level as I engaged the girl in spurious conversation. I
released all but a very little of my control from her she thought it
perfectly natural to be here, alone, in those clothes, she was unable
to defend herself or hurt either of us, and she would be unable to
recognize either of us ever again. The elevator stopped, and my
accomplice hit the stop button. The girl turned, looked at the floor
indicator, and gasped. It was time.
He grabbed her from behind, and proved to be quite skillful at this
with one hand, he locked both of her arms behind her back with some
kind of judo move I was simply going to have to copy from his mind
before I let him go. His other hand covered her mouth.
"Scream, and we kill you," he hissed into her ear. Oh, yes, the man was
a pro. She was delicious to look at squirming, struggling helplessly,
her shoulders jostling her breasts as she fought to escape him. Without
my control, it would have been a close thing his skill versus her
excellent physical development. As it was, with a command in her mind
to render her helpless, there was nothing to do but watch her writhe
against him in her struggles to escape.
I approached her, then, and ran my hands up and down her delicious
torso, feeling the texture of the cloth of the minidress, and the heat
of the flesh under it. For a moment, I felt a second set of sensations,
an odd set, that didn't match my actions I realized after a moment of
consideration that I was feeling through my accomplices hands, feeling
her wrists and her mouth against my palms! Striving for deeper
connection, I could also feel her back against my stomach, and best of
all, I could feel her soft, round, wildly gyrating ass grinding into my
crotch. It was disorienting for a moment, but soon, I began to savor
the double sensations. It would make things interesting very very soon.
"Hello, bitch," I said, as I slid my fingers into her cleavage. "Think
you're all shit hot, don't you bitch?" I asked. I slowly pulled down
the front of her dress, allowing it to slide down over her shoulders,
revealing an extremely sheer red lace brassiere. God, I love red
lingerie on blondes! My subconcious has done very well by me so far.
Her nipples are erect as I pull the dress past them, and I leave it
bunched up just under her breasts, pushing them up. Her big, brown eyes
are wide open, staring at me, pleading with me as she shakes her head
and whimpers in fear through my accomplices hand. I can feel the
excitement from my accomplice as he grinds his crotch into her ass.
Silently, I signal him for the next step.
As I slowly tweak her erect nipples through the lace of the bra, he
releases her mouth, hissing "One word, and we'll kill you," into her
ear. Her lipstick is a little smudged, but her mouth stays closed as
he reaches into his shopping bag for the duct tape.
He releases her wrists, and I reach forward and hold her by the upper
arms, holding her tightly against me. She's struggling, wriggling,
making high-pitched whines of helplessness behind those clenched lips
unable to do anything to oppose us at all.
He rolls back her sleeves from her wrists, until they are well above
her elbows. Then, he secures her right hand to her left elbow, behind
her back, with the duct tape. Making sure that is tight, he stretches
her left arm painfully, making her cry out just a bit, and binds her
left hand to her right elbow. This has the effect not only of very
effectively binding her arms, but also of forcing her to thrust her
breasts forward. They feel nice against my chest. Just for good
measure, he wrapped strip after strip of the tape around both forearms,
ensuring her bondage.
He grabs her shoulders and pulls her back against himself as I slide a
finger between her breasts and pull down on the crosspiece of that
lovely bra. Slowly, agonizingly, more and more of her creamy breasts
are revealed, until, just when the nipples were ready to slide out, the
shoulder straps of the bra give way and her breasts both pop free,
jiggling in the indirect light of the little elevator.
I toy with her breasts, kneading them in my anxious hands, flicking the
nipples with my thumbs.
"What's your name, bitch?" I ask, my fingers tightening.
"Ow! Mandy! Oh, stop, please."
I nod to my partner, and he applies pressure to the tops of her
shoulders, forcing her to her knees. Once her face is on a level with
my crotch, I unzip my fly and whip out my cock.
"This is for you, Mandy," I say, holding it to her lips.
She closes her lips tight again, her eyes widening more, looking up at
me, pleading, begging with those expressive brown orbs of hers
My accomplice grabs her nose from behind, shutting off her air. Her
eyes bug out, her cheeks hollow as she tries to pull all of the air in
her body into her lungs she is in excellent physical shape, and lasts
almost a minute, before her mouth opens to gasp in air. What it managed
to gasp in was my cock.
As those ruby lips parted for air, I slid the head of my engorged
pecker between them and into her mouth. My accomplice released her
nose, allowing her to breathe once more. I sat there for a few minutes,
revelling in the feeling of her hot, wet mouth on my prich head,
feeling her complacent tongue pressing into the cleft on the underside.
WIth my commands in her head, there was nothing she could do about it
at this point, except kneel there and take whatever I gave her.
I grabbed both sides of her head in my hands, taking up great fistfulls
of her teased-out blonde hair, and pulled her mouth down further onto
my cock. She tried to shake her head, to move away, but my grip was
too strong and painful for her to resist. I pulled her head onto my
cock hard, until I was choking her with it.
Her eyes still looked up into mine, pleadingly, which really got me
going. Rapidly, I started to force her head back and forth on my cock,
raping her mouth with my big dick.
As I was doing this, my accomplice was lifting up the hem of her
minidress, and exposing her beautiful ass clad in red silk thong
panties. He reached down, kneeling behind her, and fondled her mostly-
naked butt, squeezing the cheeks, occasionally pinching them. All of
these sensations, right down to the warmth flowing into his crotch,
were felt by me at the same time, as I was getting my forced blow job.
It was getting to be quite overwhelming, actually. I decided to see how
overwhelming it could get.
I withdrew my cock for a moment, and sat on the floor, my legs wide.
Grabbing her head again, I pulled her mouth down onto my cock, so that
she was not only on her knees, but bending over, her nipples brushing
the floor of the elevator, her head pulled forcibly into my lap, where
she was made to suck me more. Her beautiful ass jutted up in the air in
front of my accomplice, inviting, begging. He opened his pants, whipped
out his cock, and pulled her panties down around her knees.
As her hot wet mouth and tight lips bobbed up and down on my rampant
prick, giving me intense forced head, he slid his cock into her hot,
tight pussy. She was quite wet, having been excited by her situation,
and he slid his modest prick into her in one thrust. I felt that
thrust, as though it was my own prick, even as my own prick was being
sucked by the same woman.
I came. I blew my sperm into her helpless mouth, as she squirmed and
squealed, the cum flowing out past her lips and spattering back onto my
cock and pants. It was one of the most intense orgasms I ever had in my
life, and it was also one of the most satisfying. I pulled my cock out
of her mouth as she coughed and sputtered my sperm. My partner
continued to fuck her, and I felt the delicious sensations of her body
being raped under me, as I forced her head into my lap and rubbed her
face in the sperm.
"Oh oh god no, please oooooh," she moaned, as he raped her. I had to be
careful of his reserves unlike me, my partner could probably manage, at
best, one orgasm from this experience, and I was eager to try something
else something even hotter.
I pushed her up as he pulled out of her, and spread her legs.
"Oh, no, what are you going to do to me? Oh, please, let me go"
He laid down under her and pulled her up until she was stradling his
cock, then he pulled her pussy down onto him. She groaned with the
penetration, and he dug his fingers into her hips and forced her ass up
and down. With her arms bound, she could get no leverage to stop him.
I went around behind her, in the meantime. My cock was still rock hard,
and slippery with her spit and my cum. He stopped moving her ass for a
moment, and as she lay there, breathing hard and sobbing, helpless, I
pressed the tip of my cock against her asshole.
"Wha NO! Oh, god, NO, not there! Anywhere but there, PLEASE! Oh, god,
HELP! HELP ME!"
Had part of my mind not been monitoring the surrounding area, she might
have been heard. I reached around in front of her face with one hand,
and clamped it over her mouth. She continued to murmur and moan through
my hand as I used my other hand to guide my cock into her helpless ass!
She screamed into my hand as I buried it in her anus with one thrust. I
almost shot off again immediately.
Can you imagine the feeling? Her hot, soft ass-cheeks pressed up
against my thighs, my cock gripped in her tight, hot little asshole,
while at the same time, her body writhing on top of me, her breasts
pressing into my chest, as my cock is engulfed in her wet, tight, hot
cunt? It almost defies description and there are no words for how it
felt when we started pumping her.
Her helpless body writhed between us, unable to do anything at all to
defend herself from her two attackers, her hips gyrating wildly, her
breasts thrusting into the man underneath her, as two cocks rammed into
her repeatedly, perfectly timed his cock entering as I exited, my cock
entering as his exited. We kept this up for a short time, then the
timing altered, so that we were both thrusting into her at once! It did
not take long, in this position, with these penetrations my accomplice
came hard, shooting his wad deep up her pussy.
That sensation was all it took to set off my own orgasms all the ones I
had left in me, at once! I poured shot after wad after jet after stream
of my hot cum deep in her bowels, so much that the cum spilled out
around my big cock in her asshole and dripped all over the place. She
screamed with the intensity of it, and then she passed out her physical
limits had been found, and crossed.
Never had I felt so completely satisfied, never had I felt so much
pleasure at once! My partner and I wiped the sperm on her minidress,
and arranged our clothing properly. He usually got off in the basement
when he did something like this, and used a service entrance to get
back into the mall.
We would leave her like that, trussed up and unconcious, covered with
sperm and with all of her clothing bunched up around her stomach,
leaving her ass and tits exposed, in the elevator. Someone would get a
big surprise the next time they were too lazy to use the escalator!
She would have only vague memories of the event she certainly wouldn't
remember us, only the activity, and I cushioned some of the impact on
her psyche she wouldn't have quite the same chip on her shoulder as
before, which had been half of my goal from the beginning. The other
half was to get off.
My partner? He would remember most of the event as having been his
idea, but he wouldn't remember who his partner was for the life of him.
He would also seek counseling and therapy in the next week he usually
killed his victims, which I couldn't allow to happen any more.
I spent most of the rest of the day recouperating in a small mexican
resteraunt not far from the mall. One or two of the female patrons of
the place would come home with me that night and service me as whores
and maids, for which they would be well rewarded.
New vistas rose up before me, at that time how many people could I
control at once? Could I organize a mass gang-rape, and experince all
of the men's sensations as they raped the helpless woman in the center?
How about the feelings of a woman? How would those feel, if I took them
into myself while she was having sex? How about an orgy, if I could
absorb the feelings of everyone present?
These are things I tested, gladly, but those are other stories.
Oh, by the way, the male body-builder? Turns out that not only was he
gang-banged by about twelve leather-boys, but he ended up liking it.
Started living with one named Filippe. His girlfriend was upset by
this, of course, but the next day, she found out that some rich old man
had named her the sole beneficiary of his will, even though he had
never met her before, mostly because I felt responsible for the couple
breaking up, even as disgustingly self-centered as they had been. I had
her several more times, of course, but she doesn't remember those
times. Just as well. I wasn't kind.
It still burns in me, a bit the fact that every time I do anything with
my mind, a little piece of me is gone that I'll never get back.
Eventually, I'll have lost all of something. I hope it isn't anything
I'll miss.

FINAL NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:
This is the second in my "Dan the Mind Controller" series, the first
being "Awakening." Your comments are really very welcome, as I love
getting mail, E or otherwise. There is a possibility that this series
may have a run in with my Cthulu series ("Cthulu Date-Rape," "Cthulu
Cheerleader Massacre") in the perhaps-near future. Let me know what you
think of the concept.

Dracthyus@aol.com

"YOU try fighting Cthulu, Dillhole! He'll kick your ass, THEN he'll
redecorate!"-Beavis

FINAL NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR
Thanks for reading I hope you enjoyed it! If you did, or if you didn't,
or if you'd like to tell me about how your poodle lights itself on fire
and does backflips into wading pools full of Cool-Whip, drop me an E-
Mail. There could certainly be more stories like this, but that
depends a lot on the kind of reaction I get to this one. Really, I LOVE
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