Message-ID: <2472eli$9707301215@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: rass_senip@usa.net (Rass Senip) Subject: Tim, the Teenage MC - Chp. III - Pt.3 (mc, Mm, Mf, Mfm) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <3427dd7e.58322919@mail.netaddress.com> Tim, the Teenage MC By: Rass Senip Chapter III: 9th Grade - Winter 1986 Part 3 - The Horror of the Power (mc, Mm, Mf, Mfm) "Come to me slave," the huge man said. "You're mine now." I felt my legs obey the deep voice, finding myself trapped in a body I couldn't control. It was kneeing before him with my head down in servitude, while my mind screamed at it's refusal to obey me. "So, you found my pet, did you? How did you... Ah, I see. I missed something. Well, at least my small mistake was not a foolish one. Now I have a new slave who's powers I will add to my own. I already own your body.. Now I shall take your mind and soul.." If felt his mind attacking mine, feeling my mental shield start to buckle as his strength was far greater than mine. As the last of my defense crumbled, I suddenly became aware that his commands had a shape to them. They had almost a physical form. My mind barely noticed as these objects entered my mind and joined with it. I was lost in curiosity until he spoke. "Slave, rise and worship your new master." I looked up at the man and found I wanted to please him. I knew he had changed me, but didn't care. I felt as if I was a puppet without strings. I was a willing puppet. "Oh master. Please, tell me what you wish me to do," I said. "First, I wish you to make your two lovers my slaves as well." "At once, Master," I gleefully said. I couldn't believe I was going to do it. I felt myself struggling against it, but the need to please him was too strong. Suzi and Joey appeared before me, and I quickly enslaved them to my master. "Master!" They both said, as the rushed up to him. They started kissing his chest, working their way down. I simply stood there waiting to be told what my master wanted next. I watched painfully as they both declared their everlasting love for him. I was horrified as my master stood up and declared he was ready to take their souls. He unsnapped the cloth covering his crotch, and his huge dick was now unveiled. My master commanded Suzi to lay down. He tore her shorts and panties off with a single movement of his hand. Then I watched has he shoved his extremely large dick in Suzi's virgin vagina. Suzi screamed in pain, but soon was whimpering in pleasure as her master's dick pounded her without compassion. My conflicting feelings of love for my friends and the need to serve my master in every way was tearing me apart. When my master released his seed inside Suzi, he got off her without any show of gratitude. To him, she was a toy, an object to be used and discarded. Suzi was gently crying, but not because she had been used so horribly. She was crying because her master was done using her. I felt my heart breaking at the horribleness. My master did stop there, however. Joey was now cleaning his dick off with his tongue. Then he licked his lips and worked his way to my master's ass. I shuttered and became sick to my stomach as I imagined Joey eating my master's shit, but to my relief, my master stopped Joey's licking. He commanded Joey to fuck Suzi. Disappointedly he mounted her. As I watched Joey go through the motions, my master kneeled down behind him, pressed his dick up against Joey's asshole, and violently shoved it into him. Joey screamed in agony, while his master pumped his huge cock in and out. The screams echoed in my head, but I soon realized they had become screams of pleasure, and that Joey was calling my name. "Ahhhhggg, Harder Tim. Harder!" I watched in amazement as the man I called my master started growing younger. I couldn't believe it when my own face looked up and said, "Come, Tim. This is your destiny." I couldn't stop myself walking up to him, then I took my man sized dick and plunged it into my own form on top of Joey. The horror, the wrongness, the incredible amount of pleasure filled me as I felt my body become the man who was my master. I awoke screaming. I was so terrified that I had even wet myself. The most realistic dream I have ever had played out my greatest fear. I was convinced it had not been a dream, but a vision of the inescapable future. It was my destiny to become the most uncaring, evil person I ever could imagine, and destroy everything and everyone I loved just for the pleasure of it. I was still screaming when my mother switched the light on. She spent an hour calming me down, but despite her soothing words, I couldn't fall asleep the rest of the night. The next day at school I was a wreck. I couldn't tell Suzi or Joey what was wrong. I wanted to tell them to run and hide from me, and never let me find them. I couldn't get the images out of my head. I finally broke down in my sixth hour class. It was all suddenly too much for me. I just put my head down into my arms on the desk and started crying. I went for about five minutes before someone noticed. When Mrs. Taut put her hand on my back and asked what was wrong, I looked up at her and accidentally looked in her eyes. The brief contact with my horror and sorrow made her gasp. She still didn't understand why I was crying, but she knew I was becoming so lost in grief I would be a danger to myself. The thought hadn't formed in my own head, but she knew I would attempt suicide if I didn't get help. She took me down to the nurses office, and was taking to both Principle Higgs and the nurse. My mother had been called, and she was coming right over. I didn't care. I really didn't care what happened to me at that point. Higgs tried to speak to me privately, but I wasn't listening to his words. I just said, "you just don't understand," and didn't say anything more. He went back through the door that connected the nurses office with the main office. My ears picked out him saying Suzi's and Joey's names. A minute later I heard someone speaking into the PA asking for them to come to the office. I probably would have stopped them if I hadn't been so depressed. I just sat there, sitting slumped on the nurse's couch, looking at a piece of dirt on the floor. I wanted to just fade away into nothing. I had hit rock bottom when Higgs brought Suzi and Joey into the nurses office. I ignored their pleads to know what was wrong, my only response to them was the tears rolling off my checks. I blocked every attempt Joey made to find out using his own small abilities. Once Joey had stopped trying, Suzi ran out holding back her own tears. I made the decision I had to end it all before I hurt anyone else. Without a word I sent Joey and Higgs out after Suzi, then quickly scanned the nurses mind for the fastest method of ending it all. My mind was made up, and once the nurse unlocked the medicine cabinet, I made her leave too. I closed the door to the office, walked up to the medicine cabinet, took the two bottles of pills that if taken together would cause me to go to sleep and never wake up. When my mother finally arrived, I was already becoming drowsy. As soon as she saw what I had done, she gently sat down beside me and said, "Timmy, why? Why are you doing this. You haven't done anything to deserve dying for.." All I said to her was, "I'm sorry." "Tim. You're not going to die. I won't let you," she said in total calm. I felt her attempting to make me throw up. I started to feel sick in the stomach, so I began canceling her commands as she was sending them out. Even though I was very drowsy, my mother was no match for me when it came to my own body. "Timmy, stop fighting me!" she said with the first sign of concern. I wanted to die. I didn't care if no one else wanted me to. She realized she wasn't going to get anywhere that way, and quickly analyzed her options. I was finding it hard to keep myself alert, and barely was able to react in time when she attempted to change my mind by force. She pounded me with the command "live!" I started to slip into a dreamy state. I kept brushing her endless stream of commands away like I was swatting a fly. In fact, I started seeing them as flies, and I simply took my swatter and swatted them away. As I drifted farther and farther from reality, the flies started becoming larger. I found myself not swatting flies, but hitting baseballs with a bat. The balls became bigger, and bat became heavier, and I started having trouble swinging my bat. Then the balls were not balls. They were some strange looking letters out of no alphabet I recognized. The symbol was always the same, and as I swung the bat one last time, I understood what the symbol was. Just before the next symbol hit me square in my imaginary gut, I knew I wanted to live. Not because my mother had succeeded, but because I had discovered something new. I wasn't conscious when I threw up into the pan my mother held. I had been fairly close to succeeding in my suicide. Perhaps another two minutes would have made all the difference. I was in the hospital for two days, one of which I slept entirely through. When I awoke, I found the world seemingly just like it had been. But I had found a reason to live. I wanted to understand the symbols I saw in my two dreams. I didn't start questioning my mother about the symbols until the ride home. To my utter dismay, she didn't know what I was talking about. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ The school insisted I go see a shrink before returning to school, and as things turned out, I wound up helping Dr. Cain (the 39 year old woman my mother picked) more than she helped me. At first it seemed like we were playing mind games. I wasn't about to tell her about my dream, since she simply wouldn't believe why it was so disturbing. But somehow she knew I was holding back the most important part, so she kept trying to get me to give it away. Since I was watching her thoughts for the response she was trying to get, she was getting nowhere. I found her thoughts to be very organized and overall a pleasant experience. She really didn't try anything tricky. She just used her knowledge of how people should react to certain questions to guide her towards her patients trouble spots. But with me, every answer I gave wasn't informative. On my fifth session, she finally ran out of ideas. So she sat in her chair and looked a me for several minutes. Suddenly, I felt something brush my mind. My startled expression didn't go unnoticed, because she asked, "What's the matter?" "You just probed me," I said after a moment's hesitation. "Excuse me?" she said with genuine confusion. "You just tried to see what I was thinking. Didn't you know you were doing it?" "I'm still not sure I know what you're talking about," she said with some doubt. "Why did you wait so long to do it? Wouldn't it have been easier just to peek in my head the first day?" "Tim, are you feeling okay? You're not making sense." "You really don't understand, do you.." "No, I don't believe I do. Does this have anything to do with what upset you?" "No, not... Well actually, I guess it does. But not in the way you mean." She waited for me to continue, but I wasn't sure which way to go. So I asked her, "A minute ago, when we were just looking at each other not saying anything, what were you thinking?" "Hmm? All right. Let me think... At first I was considering having a private session with your mother, and then I was trying to imagine what was going on in your head. Sometimes it helps me see something I missed and..." "What if I said you might not have been imagining what was going on in my head." "I don't really follow..." "Yes you do. I can see it on the tip of you mind." Her eyes grew wide a moment, but then shook her head and said, "I'm sorry. I'm not falling for it." "You think I'm trying to trick you?" I said surprised, and a little amused. "It hasn't been the first time someone has tried that trick on me. It never works. I can always tell.." I looked at her, and felt her mind attempt to probe me again. I allowed it. The look on her face made me grin, and for a moment I thought she was going to panic. But she got a hold of herself. "You're serious. You really believe you can read minds." "Believe? Yes I believe it, because I can. But you can to, a little." She said in a shaky voice, "What do you mean?" I sighed. She was a very down to earth person. She had no room in her mind for 'supernatural' powers and that sort. "I'll try to explain, but you have to promise to, uhm, keep an open mind about this." "I always do." "Okay. Lets like start with what I'm thinking right now. Try to imagine what is going on in my head right now." "Okay.. but I don't know what that will.." I felt a faint probe, not really even full one. She started to, but for some reason she stopped it. "Why did you stop?" "Stop what? I'm trying to imagine what you are thinking." "No, you started to peek, but then you stopped. Hrrr. You really don't have any control over it do you." "Tim, I think we are letting this go to far. Why don't we.." I made eye contact right then and felt the familiarity pass between us. I tried to emphasize my truthful intentions in trying to help her. When I broke away, she blinked at me and just said, "Extraordinary." "What was?" I said grinning at her. "I never have felt such a strong sense of contact like that. How did you do that?" "To tell you the truth, I don't really know how that works. It's different that just popping in and out of heads." "So, if you really can read minds, what am I thinking right now?" "What? The spotted elephant? Or how you are starting to believe me, even if you don't want too." She stared at me for a moment, then shook her head. "I can't allow you to do this. Some how you are planting suggestions and I am falling for it." I sighed. This was getting old. I wanted to help her understand what she could do, but I was beginning to wonder if she would ever even except she could do it. "Doctor, I am not going to force you to believe me. You have tried to peek in my head using you own mind twice now, and started to a third time. I only know of two other people who can do that. Me and my mother. "If you really want to know what I have been going through, you would have to believe we can read other peoples minds, and more. I mean, that's part of my problem. So if you don't stop thinking about what your father said to you when you were.... uhm... seven, I might as well go home." She sat there blinking at me, then said softly, "What did my father say to me?" "People create their own world in their mind to live in. They will do anything to convince others to live in it with them. Don't let them convince you." "I've always lived by those words. That's why I became a psychologist... But what world do you live in?" "The same one you do, because I know you believe me." "There is no other explanation for knowing what my father said to me. But I am not sure I can truly accept your explanation." "Well, let me help you. Try imagining what I'm thinking again." "Okay, but I'm have trouble thinking myself," she said with a weak grin. I watched her mind for a few minutes, but she just wasn't doing it. "Relax a little. You must be trying too hard. Here, let me give you a hint.." I sent her a.. there is no other word for it.. a thought. Or more precisely, a part of the thought process that would trigger her mental probe. I watched her combine that with all sorts of combinations of thoughts, and finally, she got it right. "You're thinking about my telephone on my desk, and something else... Oh.." She broke of her connection. "What?" I said a little confused. "I couldn't get past your fear and pain. You really are hurting inside." "Yeah, and I don't think you could handle it yet. I mean, you just now figured out how. You can barely handle that." "Maybe you're right. But my job is to help you, not the other way around. I would like to try. It would be the least I could do." "I just hope you don't have to go through what I have. Look, let me think about it. I'm not ready to share this with anyone yet, and you're not ready anyway. I promise I won't jump off any cliffs. As long as you don't quit your job and become a mindreader at the circus or something." "I don't think there is much of a chance for that. If I really can do this with anyone, I can help a lot of people. And it would be so much faster. Thank you Tim. It is just starting to sink in how good this will be." "Enjoy it while you can... Uhm, look. It's not that I don't trust you or anything, but..." "What is it Tim. Of course you can trust me." "Well, you see... You would figure this out anyway so I might as well tell you... We can do more than just read minds. You can change them too." "Change them? You mean control them? I can't see you turning people into zombies.." "Not zombies. Well, I guess you could if you wanted to, but that would stupid. I mean, you can make people do or think what ever you want. Oh shit." "What?" she said surprised by my language. "Man. How could I be so stupid. I've just showed you and told you everything that has screwed me up so bad. Shit." "Tim, I don't understand. What is so horrible?" "You don't know how hard it is to resist making people into what you want. But now... Well, pretty soon you'll either be seeing a shrink yourself, or turning everyone you have the hots for into your slave," I said, starting to shake all over. "I'm sorry. I can't put you through it..." "I felt that! What did you do?!" "You won't be able to control anyone. It's for the best. Believe me." "Tim! That was uncalled for! You are treating me like a child, which I am not. I had no intentions of controlling anyone and..." "Doctor, I know you believe that now, but sooner or later you would have tried it, and then you would have found it easier to use it every time you did. I shouldn't have shown you anything in the first place. But _you _understand _I _had _to _do _it." I saw my commands strike home in her mind, and saw her anger fade. "You did something again, didn't you." "Yes. I'm sorry. You still can read minds you know." "Yes, I suppose that is all I need. Well Tim, I hate to say it, but our time is up for today. Next week, how about I help you instead of the other way around?" "Maybe," I said as I got up to leave. "Only if we are both ready." "Well I'll try," she said, with a grin. "See you next week, Doctor Brandton." -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /