Message-ID: <5855eli$9711252227@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: rass_senip@usa.net (Rass Senip) X-Good-Line-Length: yes Subject: Tim, the Teenage MC - Chapter 11 - b/e Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii 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: <3488882d.1974160@newsreader.wustl.edu> Attention Archivers and Readers: This posting of Chapter 11 (XI) has not been proofread beyond running spell check and my own meager attempts at proofing it. My friend, who's uncanny skill at proofing dramatically improved the quality of previous posts, has not had the time to proof this due to an increased work load at his job. Therefore, please wait until the proofed version is ready before archiving it, or at least make sure to update your copy when the proofed version is available. Thanks, Rass Senip +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ >This posting contains: Chapter XI(b): 10th Grade, Spring 1987 Part 3 - The New & Improved Tim (mf, fat) Part 4 - Domination 101 (dom/sub) Part 5 - Your Subconscious is Thy Master (no sex) Part 6 - Police Action (mc, mm, mf, anal, rape) >The next posting contains: Chapter XI(c): 10th Grade, Spring 1987 Part 7 - Apartments 6c and 9c (mf, very young incest) Part 8 - In the Name of Fatherhood (mc, mf) ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Tim, the Teenage MC Chapter XI, Part 3 The New & Improved Tim (mf, fat) The next day at school, Suzi and Joey immediately noticed the difference in me, but they didn't say anything until we were at lunch. Our lunch table was a pretty popular table to sit at by now. Joey, Suzi, John, Brad, and of course myself were always reserved seats, but the rest was first come first served. Today we had what had become a threesome sitting with us, namely Janos, Missy, and Linda. Because everyone knew of our abilities, Joey, Suzi, and I didn't have to hold conversations at lunch in secret any more. But on this occasion, Joey thought that maybe we should. "So, what was that 'thing' you did in 2nd hour all about?" Joey thought to me. "What thing?" I said out loud. "Huh? Janos said, thinking I was speaking to him. "You know," Joey said verbally. "You've never had Mrs. Trist or any teacher show their tits to you, especially not in class." "You did?" Brad said. "Man, would I liked to have seen that." "You didn't miss much," I admitted. "They were all droopy. But Mrs. Randel's... Now there's a nice pair of tits. I can arrange a little stripte.." "Tim! What's got into you?" Suzi said astonished. "First you borrow Berry Johnson's car before school and drove it around like a maniac, then you spun people around like tops in first period. John, what'd he do in third period? Turn everyone into two year olds that needed a spanking?" "Hey, that's a good..." I started, then changed my mind. "Go ahead, John. Tell 'em." "Uhm, well... I was like horny and, uhm... Well, I kinda pretended Mrs. Randel liked me, and uhm..." John said, turning red. "I don't believe it," Joey said. "You made her blow him?" Everyone was looking at me with shock plainly visible on their faces. Well, all but John who was currently relieved that no one was making his blushing worse by looking at him. But I was smiling, not turning red, not trying to find reasons I did those things. Not the new me. "Joey, you can stop trying to probe me for tampering. There isn't any. I've turned over a new leaf. It's time for me to stop worrying about becoming corrupted. You and Suzi were right the whole time. I'm not going to lose control and ruin everyone. I'm like... Free to do anything I want. And I know I'll never want to hurt anyone. Well, except maybe Steven." "But... Does that mean you feel you can make anyone do.. things against their nature?" Suzi finally said. "Of course not. Randel had fantasized doing something like that ever since she started teaching high school. And Trist was a stripper back in college, and sorta missed the way it made her feel sexy when those college guys would stare. Nobody was in any danger when I drove Berry's car around the track, and I gave those people I spun an easy A on the next test which they were worrying about. And no, I did not cause Steinberg to moon everyone from the bus window. He did it himself, and I was as surprised as everyone." "Come on, guys.." I said when no one said anything for a few minutes. "I feel like I've been let out of jail after being wrongfully put in there. I'm still the same guy you knew. Just a little more... carefree. If it will make you all feel better, I'll try to tone it down for a while. But I can't promise anything." The conversation at the table for the rest of the lunch period was on the quiet side, but I figured they would get used to the new me in a little time. But I wanted Joey and Suzi to understand I wasn't giving into my desires and would someday wind up like Steven or worse. So after we dumped our trash and stacked up our trays, I put one arm over Joey's shoulders and the other over Suzi's. My mind recalled another important day in the history of our relationship that started with the very same gestures. I smiled to myself and couldn't help but echo the words from our past. "I've been thinking. The three of us have done practically everything together. I love you two more than anything, and I know you feel the same about me. You're both worried about the fact that I feel so... Free!" I said spinning us around outside the cafeteria. "I think it's time for you two to get to know the new me. And first I want to show you that you don't have to worry about me. I'm going to become like Santa Clause and give people things they never imagined they could ever have. And right now, someone desperately needs a little Christmas right now." Mellie Taho, AKA Jelly Jello, was fat. Her face was fat, her thighs were fat, her ass was fat, her hands, fingers, toes, and feet... you get the idea. To make matters worse, she was always horny. She masturbated three times a day at school, had a collection of XXX videos, and constantly was going to the sporting events to see who was well equipped. Swimming and wrestling were her favorites, and often dreamed of the entire swimming team ripping her clothes off to pinch and feel her mounds of fat. She was a Vietnamese orphan who was shipped to the states and adopted by young couple at the age of six. Her adopted father's fourteen year old brother introduced her to sex at the age of nine, and they did it intermittently for nearly two years before he found a girlfriend his age. He told her he wasn't interested in a girl with such little meat on her bones, not explaining he was talking about her tiny breasts. Mellie's weight tripled in six months, and she later was devastated when he called her a fat slut. But while she had been porking out, she also had been masturbating, and by the time she saw the truth about him, her mind had associated the fattening foods and increased weight with her sexual release. Every time she tried to lose some weight, she would eventually break down and pork out, producing multiple orgasms as she ate and frigged. Mellie had just sat down in her fifth period freshman English class when she remembered Tory Dial was going to be reading his story in class. She pressed her thighs together, feeling her already wet panties get a little warmer from the fresh juice she was making. Of all the cocks she wanted, Tory's was on the top of her list. Not only was he the best swimmer on the freshmen team, his joy pouch looked fuller than the rest, and the fact he resembled Chris, her adopted father's brother, only made him even more desirable. She brought herself out of her lustful fantasy when the bell rang and reached for her purse to get her pen. As she dug through the empty candy wrappers and sticks of gum, her eyes caught a slight movement of someone standing beside her. "Mellie? Hi, my name is Su.. Sabrina... I'm here to help you," Suzi said. "Huh?" Mellie said, glancing around to see if anyone was looking. No one seemed to notice anything unusual was happening. In fact, Mr. Gridden was starting class while this stranger was standing in the middle of his classroom. "Help me? With what? My English paper? I've already.." "No no.. I'm going to help you with men. You know... Like Tori over there." Suzi said, pointing to Jack Kinney. I pulled her hand back so she was aimed at the right person, then knelt down beside her when I realized several people in the back were bobbing back and forth like pendulums. Even though they couldn't see me, they couldn't see through me either. "What do you mean, help me with... men," Mellie said, suppressing her urge to press her legs together tightly again as her twat tingled. "You're gonna get me into trouble if you don't leave me alone." Suzi grinned and said, "No you're not. Right now, nobody can see you, hear you, or even feel you." "Mr Gridden.." Mellie said as she put her hand up. "Mr. Gridden, this girl is bothering... Mr. Gridden! Hello?" Suzi looked down at me with a questioning look, so I smiled and nodded. "Maybe I can help you get his attention," Suzi said, slipping her fingers under the base of her shirt. Mellie watched in shock as Suzi pulled her shirt up over her head, then removed her bra. "Hey Mr Gridden! Look at me!" Suzi cried. She put her arms above her head and shook her naked chest, follow by her covered ass. The rush Suzi got from the embarrassment she felt was almost as much as the rush Joey and I got watching her. "Shit, Suz," Joey exclaimed from his seat on the teacher's desk. "If you're going to do that any more, I'm gonna have to leave or something." "Who are you?" Mellie asked, not hearing Joey's comments. "Who am I... I'm like your fairy sex mother. Eww.. That sounded corny. I need a better name." "How about.. The ghost of virginity's past?" Joey snickered. "You want me to give you a name?" Mellie asked, confused. "No, not you.... Never mind. Just call me Sabrina... So, how about it? This fairy godmother doesn't have all day." "I guess so, er, Sabrina. But why are you helping me? Did I do something and you're my reward?" "Why am I helping you... Hmm," Suzi said, nudging me. "Because, lets see.. Because you lost your real parents, and you were tricked by your adopted uncle, and I think you'd be a great fu.." Suzi paused to stomp on my hand, "a great friend to someone." "Who?" "Er, you have to wait. I'm not going to tell your future too. That costs extra," Suzi said as she put her bra and shirt back on. "You mean I have to pay for this?" "No. Although I'm starting to wish I was getting paid," she said looking at me. But then she turned to Mellie's chubby face and said, "Take your stuff to your locker and leave everything there. Then meet me by the soda machine in the boy's locker room." "The boy's locker.. WAIT! COME BACK!" Mellie cried when I made Suzi disappear in her mind. "The boy's locker... By the soda machine...." Suzi said as she and I left the room. Mellie ran out of the room a few moments later, with Joey on her tail to make sure no one would see her. Suzi and I headed straight for the boy's gym, finding the gym class getting ready to start their basketball game. Suzi's pet Kyle was surprised to see us, and immediately came over to us. "Hi. You guys want me?" he asked hopefully. "We didn't come here specifically for you, but I'm happy you're here," Suzi said, stroking his bare chest. "Oh, Mistress. You're... I'll do what ever you want." "I know..." Suzi said after giving him a hot kiss. "We're going to help someone, and we need to borrow a few guys from your gym class." I finished my blanket command, and managed to 'throw' it by myself. It sort of worked, catching everyone but three guys, but I quickly rectified that. "Okay, guys.. Line up," Suzi cried. "How many of you fellas been with a woman before?" "Uhm, Suzi?" I said when most of them raised their hands. "You're going to have to be a little more... specific about what you mean. All those who are still virgins, sit down." Almost half of the guys who had their hands up sat down, along with the other six who hadn't. "Oh well," Suzi sighed. "Okay.. The eight of you will have to do.. Tim? If any of them look good to me later, can I keep 'em?" "Maybe. We'll see." Suzi lead the nine guys out the door while I made arrangements so the remaining virgins wouldn't notice their class mates were gone. Then I followed the others down to the locker room. As expected, Mellie was already inside. Joey let us in the back way and carried the bottles of oil into the varsity locker area where Suzi led her group. "How many of you are wearing jock straps?" I asked. "Okay, you four strip down to them, the rest of you, take everything off." There was considerable resistance to that, especially from the five who weren't wearing jocks. But I didn't have to do a thing to convince them after Suzi stripped, picked up two bottles of oil and said, "Who's first?" As Suzi started oiling up the first volunteer, I started to give them my pep-talk. "Men, standing outside this room by the soda machine stands a young girl who has been wronged in life. Her parents are dead, and the guy who took her cherry when she was only a child dumped her for a slut his own age. Some of you will probably find her body to be a turn off at first. She's fat. Very fat. In fact she has enough extra skin to make two more people. But underneath all that extra padding lives a little girl who only wanted to be loved and adored." The looks I was getting from them wasn't very encouraging, so I changed my approach. "Now, I know. You're thinking why should I care about some fat chick with a sad story. I'll tell you why. That girl out there is a sex demon ready to be born. She has more lust in her pinkie than all of you have in your dicks. Her layers of skin and fat are just waiting for men, real men, with long tongues and sucking lips to gorge themselves on her mountains of flesh. Her breasts are larger and fuller than your heads, and her ass.... Her ass waits to be groped and felt. "And then there's her pussy. Her cunt. Her fuck hole. That mountain of orgasmic pleasure hasn't been fucked for three years and longs for cock so bad, she is always wet. Yeah, you guys know what I mean. And her pussy juice almost pours out of her when she friggs herself sitting on the can in the girls restroom, dreaming of one of you rubbing their dick against her blubbery skin, or sucking her waves of fat. And when she imagines feeling one of you roll her enormous thighs apart and plunge your skinny, bony face into her sopping wet womanhood, she pretends your open mouth and entire face gets hits by her sex drink, instead of ending up on the floor wasted for all eternity. "So, if there is any boy here who doesn't wish to experience a once and a life time sexual feast meant for the gods, they can stay here as the men go pick up your pretend Mistress, play along with the illusion that you're all just a bunch of willing slaves, and go forth to put a terrible wrong to right. Turning a sweet lonely fat girl into the slutty woman she so desperately wants to cum." My speech was a little too good. Not only did it stop Suzi's work, but I also found Joey getting stripped himself. Right then, the world seemed to stop. Sounds, movements, everything around me failed to gain my attention as I looked at Joey's nude body. Once again, I hadn't noticed how Joey's body had been developing the past several months into the well built young man he had become. I felt my heart painfully sadden at his masculine figure and powerful muscles. I knew Joey and I would never again feel comfortable holding each other, or fondling each other. We simply were not attracted to men at all, and all I could see standing before me was just that. In fact, I felt somewhat disturbed looking at his muscular ass. I just couldn't believe it was over. When he looked up and met my eyes, Joey saw my sad look and frowned. He gently probed at my mental shield, so I lowered it and let him in. His own face saddened and his hardon went down. The sounds and movements of the others started to penetrate my shock, and as I took notice of what the others were saying to me, Joey slipped his underwear back on, deciding he wasn't going to participate after all. I finished my arrangements, picked Suzi's light body up, and laid her down across the nine oiled men's paired shoulders. Suzi knew what to do, so Joey and I remained behind as she was carried out to start Mellie's new life of sexual fulfillment. But before I went to help deliver that new life, there was an old one which had to be concluded first. Joey rapped his arms around me from behind, just like I knew he was going to do. His chin came to rest on my left shoulder, and I couldn't help but shed a tear. "I'm sorry," Joey said softly. "You don't have anything to be sorry about," I replied. "It's no ones fault, you know." "I know, but I'm still sorry. I still love you, but you already know that," he said, rubbing my chest like only he and my mother does. "I don't know, Tim. We aren't kids anymore, but we're not finished growing. At least I hope we're not. And.. I can't believe I'm saying this, but feeling your muscular chest and your hard ass is really starting to turn me on." I turned around and struck him in the jaw. Not hard enough to damage anything, but enough to shock him. "Don't you ever let me hear you talk that way again, Joey Theodore Connor. You have never been comfortable about the possibility of liking homosexual sex with men, and you're not going to force yourself now just for my sake. We're not two horny boys experimenting with the pleasures of sex anymore. So don't look at me like tha.." Joey pushed me on to the floor and landed on top of me, stunning me more than anything. "Look, you fuck head. I'll not ready to say it's over. And if you think for one minute I'd make myself want homosexual sex because of you..." Joey savagely kissed me, causing a stirring in my groin and a shocking lust to continue it when he broke off. "You think too highly of yourself. You know, you may have turned over a new leaf, but you are the same old Tim I fell in love with. And that's the Tim I want to butt fuck. Not Tim the Man. Now pull yourself together and get back to work," He said getting up. "I'm going to go find Julie or someone and have a quick fuck. Between your speech, Suzi's oiled body, and your hard bod, I'm about ready to rip anyone's clothes off and rape their ass, male or female." I watched him walk out the back entrance before getting up. I heard Suzi say something meant for me, so I checked on their progress. "I said... Our visitor should be getting sleepy any... That's better. Boys, help Mellie out of her clothes and oil her up." Everyone but Kyle hesitated. It appeared my pep-talk had worn off, and they were all having second thoughts. So to save time and energy, I gave them a surge of lust when ever they laid eyes on Mellie. Their dicks snapped back up, and one by one they followed Suzi's command. Mellie's eyes were fogged over while the five oiled 'men' undressed her. The other four remained with Suzi, each holding a bottle of oil in their hands, waiting anxiously for the first group to step away and reveal their work. When they did, the six of us stared, seeing her large nude body for the first time. Her hugeness was almost as incredible as the way she moved as she breathed. It was gross, yet it very erotic looking at her like that, and when one of the guys moved forwards without being told, there was suddenly no need to stimulate their desire any more. All four oilers were busily rubbing their hands all over Mellie's moaning body when she finally wanted to sit down on the floor. Suzi broke it up and had them move into the shower area before letting them continue. The other five were trying to get a piece of the action by then, and Mellie eventually laid down to spread herself out as much as possible, allowing seven of the nine to work at the same time. After watching hands roll and kneaded Mellie's blubber all over her body for a few minutes, I started to move towards Suzi to start our own little rub-down. But Suzi had other ideas. She grabbed a forgotten bottle, yanked Kyle from the swarm of hungry males, and pulled him down to the ground with her. I watched Suzi squirm as Kyle began thoroughly oiling her breasts and tummy, neither one noticing me standing five feet away. I wasn't really upset. Suzi was doing what Joey and I had been doing for the past six months. Enjoying the diversity of pleasure my power brought to us. It was almost a relief she finally allowed herself to simply take the initiative like that. As far as I knew, that was the first time she hadn't just let her slaves decide when to start something. And yet, it was kind of painful to see her forget me like that. But I kept telling myself I had done the same thing many times, although never while she was standing right there alone. I tore my eyes off them as Kyle's nose dived into her mound, and concentrated on the mass of moaning flesh I was responsible for. The eight extremely aroused males constantly struggled to keep their hands on Mellie's jiggling body, never quite able to do much more than fondle her oiled layers of skin. So I began directing their movements in a more orderly fashion. I made them spread her legs and arms out, then assigned one at her head, one at her puss, one at each breast, and the remaining four received a limb for themselves. Very quickly the hands were replaced with their mouths and tongues. The body oil was quite tasty, and sweat quickly replaced the oil in depleted areas. I had to take even more control over the feeding males when a fight almost broke out. Mellie had cum with a loud cry, flooding Neil's mouth and face with her sexual juices. The slurping sounds Neil made were so loud and obvious, they all scrambled to take their place at Mellie's wet cunt. So now I was instructing them to take turns and concentrate on only Mellie's pleasure and not their own. Once the third gusher had been cleaned up, Mellie suddenly lurched to her left, then again to the right, snagging a dick with each hand. After stroking the pricks for a while, she started to cry for the others to rub their dicks against her. Mellie orgasmed again from the sensations of stroking the cocks with her mouth and hands, feeling two more fuck across her breasts, and another pair humping away on her big fat thighs like dogs around a bitch in heat. The only cock what wasn't in use was the one where she wanted it most. One by one the seven dicks came, each one spurting their wad on her massive stomach, breasts, and thighs. I then made them rub their spunk all over her skin, driving Mellie to another orgasm. Once Mellie had finished spurting her own load, she started crying for one of them to fuck her. I was having to restrain them all from following that request as I stripped for my own entrance. Joey and Julie entered the locker room as I slipped my underpants off. I quickly sent the commands to Mellie making Julie invisible to her, then had an idea and asked Joey to help. Mellie and her eight rubbing and sucking attendants were startled out of their lusty daze by an explosion of white light and wind. They didn't move from their positions as a hovering white ball of energy grew to three feet in diameter in front of them. Another flash and gust of wind came from the ball as a handsome figure emerged out of it. I carefully stepped over the imaginary threshold, keeping the illusion Joey and I were supplying. Once I stood up straight, Joey began closing the portal, quickly bring the special effects to an end. The eight stunned servants remembered their instructions and started bowing to me on their knees. My eyes never left hers, and no words were said as I stepped forward then waited for the 'slave' between her legs to crawl away. I kneeled down between her spread thighs, crawled my way up her mountainous body, and paused with my dick's head just below her slit. Her hands tried to pull me up to enter her when I didn't continue, but my gaze began to burn through the fog in her eyes. When they were clear, I gently kissed her parted lips, pleasantly surprised by her equally gentle response. Once my lips pulled away, she opened her eyes and peered into mine again. I said into her mind, "You have a choice to make, Mellie. From this day on, you will no longer stay in the shadows to passively watch the boys. You will talk to them, let them know who you are, and what you want. "You can become the fat slut you want to be so badly, making yourself into a fuck toy to be used by the men around you. Perhaps even experiencing your dream of fucking the entire swim team and sucking every dick you can get your hands on. "But there is a second option open to you. You can become the loving, sexually appealing woman you were meant to be. All you have to do is focus yourself on the goal of getting slim in order to make Tory so hot for your body that he begs you to fuck him, and not the other way around. You have it within you to make each and every one of those guys worship you as a goddess, instead of the whore you are becoming." I saw her struggle with my words, weighing them against the incredible orgasms she had when she pigged out. I knew it wasn't something she would be able to decide that instant, but suspected her lust for Tori was stronger than for her food. Her lips sought mine, so I gave her a passionate kiss before luring her into sleep and rolled off of her. We barely had enough time to shower, dress, and return Mellie to her class before she woke up startled by the bell. As her classmates left the room, Mr. Gridden noticed her confused looks and asked, "Mellie, is there something wrong?" "I... guess not," she said as she got her stuff together to leave. "For a moment I just forgot where I was." "Well, next time you fall asleep in class, I'll make sure to remind you," Mr. Gridden said. He was rather confused why he had let her sleep through the entire class, but then promptly forgot all about it. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Tim, the Teenage MC Chapter XI, Part 4 Domination 101 (dom/sub) "So, do you think it worked?" Joey said as we walked out. "I think so. And if it didn't, she'll just have to live with it. I don't want to fight my urge to fuck like that again. I was considering even doing her ass." "And what an ass it was.." Joey said remembering. "You know something? I kind of hope she doesn't lose all that weight. She's so big.. She's fucking erotic." "Yeah, me too. Listen, I'm going to sixth period. Do you want to keep an eye on Suzi's fun, or shall I?" "Uhm, I was kinda hoping you would join me for some fun ourselves, but if you don't feel like it.. I can do it." "Thanks Joey. I'll meet you in the weight room after school," I said as I hurried away. I had a very good reason to not miss the beginning of sixth hour. Mrs. Johnson taught the Consumer Economics class I took that second semester. It wasn't until the third day sitting in her class that I ran across something interesting about her. I was browsing a few of my classmate's heads who I was not familiar with, when I suddenly felt a weak probe touch me. I instantly concentrated on my work, some how managing to keep my excitement from forming until after the probe finished. Once I concluded that the probe wasn't going to return, I started doing my own probing, using my empathic skills which could not be detected by others. I had scanned the entire class, and almost gave up when I noticed Mrs. Johnson staring intensely at a girl named Becky. When I scanned Mrs. Johnson, I found her aroused, and seemed to feel a need to dominate someone. When I determined she wasn't really aware how her probing actually worked, I took a chance and probed her thoughts. What I found had surprised me, and I had been strongly tempted to get involved in her game of domination and submission. But the old me felt it would be wrong to tamper in this case, and pushed my good ideas about it out of my mind. Today I was going put several of those ideas to work. As I sat down in my seat, I checked to get caught up on Mrs. Johnson's plans. I was a little disappointed to find she had rescheduled her after school get-together tomorrow for next week, but that wasn't going to spoil my fun today. Mrs. Johnson and I both carefully watched Becky come into the classroom and sit down at her desk. Becky kept her eyes lowered, feeling Mrs. Johnson's steady gaze beat down on her, making Becky's heart pound and stirring the tingling feeling in her groin. Just before the bell rang, my own steady gaze was noticed, first by Becky, followed by Mrs. Johnson. When Becky gave an involuntary shudder of pleasure, Mrs. Johnson suddenly found herself with a competitor. The very idea one of her students could possibly dominate her own submissives, and possibly herself, stirred her anger, and to her surprise, her lust. She switched mental gears when the bell rang. She started class just as usual, but her eyes kept returning and lingering on me as she talked. When she passed out the workbooks we were going to be using for the rest of the year, she attempted to begin her domination of me by holding the workbook out too far away for me to reach without stretching. Oh, she was good. She made it appear as if she had too many of them in her hands and would drop them if she attempted to hand me mine. But instead of getting up and giving in to her game, I simply asked the person in front of me to grab one and pass it back. I saw the momentary fury in her eyes, and gave my response with a wink. That did make her drop the workbooks, and while the others around her helped pick them up, I just sat there ignoring the fact that they were piled around my feet. I watched her thoughts as she lectured on today's material, finding her interlacing her presentation with brief thoughts of our power struggle. She slipped once by starting the word 'domination' on the board, realizing her error by the time she had made it to the 'a'. She had to fight her own arousal when she looked at me while she erased the word. My gaze let her know that I had been very amused by her lack of control. The embarrassment she felt was amplified and went straight to her crotch. And so far, I hadn't done anything but monitor her thoughts. When she didn't continue her dual thought processes, I decided to do something else. The next time she gazed at me with a dominating look, I simply turned my head slowly towards Becky and gazed at her with my own domination stare. Naturally, Mrs. Johnson followed my gaze to her newest toy, then quickly glanced back and forth between us a few times. Our little staring games hadn't gone unnoticed by the rest of the class, and her moving eyes had caused some discussion. Mrs. Johnson got a hold of herself and announced we would have a little quiz. She was sure I hadn't been concentrating on the material she had just presented, and she was right there. After the quiz, she assigned us some work in the workbook while she graded the quizzes. She didn't dig mine out like she wanted to, not wishing to give me the satisfaction of grading mine first. To her dismay, I got a perfect score, never noticing I had written as she called out the questions, listening to the answers as she thought them. She looked up from my quiz to see me hard at work with a smile creeping onto my face. I didn't look up, but mouthed the word "submit" which made her even more furious and wet. Her eyes didn't stay long, but took a glance at Becky before making them stay on the papers she was grading. When she finished her work, she finally allowed herself to look up, finding me missing from my desk. Her eyes shot straight over to Becky's also empty desk, then stood up quickly with shock and rage. "Where did they go!" she demanded from the class. To her astonishment, no one seemed to know who "Tim and Becky" were. As far as they knew, our two seats had always been empty. But when a girl asked what 'submit - teacher's lounge' was on the board for, her frustration ended as she felt her body go cold with fear. She told the class that she had to step out, and may not be back in time for dismissal. As she made her way to the teacher's lounge, Mrs. Johnson started to recover from her momentary weakness. By the time she made it to the lounge's door, she was not only over it, but furious by my actions. She flung the door open and stomped in with fire in her eyes, and had to quickly extinguish them when she nearly walked straight into Principle Higgs. "Nancy, what's the matter?" he asked her. "Rough day?" "Just this hour. Have you seen two of my students in here?" she said with a remaining hint of anger. "No, but someone did leave a message for you on the message board. What does 'submit - conference room 2' mean?" She didn't answer, just took a quick glance at my message and took off out the door. "I guess she doesn't need this any more," Higgs said to another teacher as he erased the dry erase marker off the message board. "Why did you write it on there in the first place?" the teacher asked. "No idea. Just all of a sudden I felt... Hmm... I think I better catch up with Mrs. Johnson," Higgs said before he hurried out. When he reached the conference room, Mrs Johnson had already come and gone. He glanced at the chalk board and nearly blew his top at the message. "submit - Higg's office.... Why that little manipulator," he muttered as hurried out the door. He glanced at my three private rooms across the hall and said loudly, "Tim, you better not be doing what I think you're doing." "I'm not," I said to myself as I watched his mind hurry down the stairs towards the second floor. "Becky, take your shirt off and show me how pretty your tits are. NOW, slut!" I said forcefully, sending a wave of pleasure through her body. "Yes,.. uhm, ah..." "Master." "Yes, master. OH!" Becky shuttered as her orgasm rippled through her, triggered from her own words. The secretary had just sat back down in her chair when Higgs rushed in and went straight to his office. A moment later he came out and said, "Has anyone been in my office since I left?" "No, not that I know of," his secretary said. Then as he hurried back out, she suddenly noticed she had chalk dust on her skirt. "I wonder how that happened," she said as she shook off the remains of my message she forgot she had erased. The bell rang as Mrs. Johnson arrived at her last message. She was out of breath, tired, and sweating from all her activity. She didn't actually expect to find me or Becky in the faculty women's rest room, and she was right. But what she didn't expect to find was the message 'Submissive, go home' written with lipstick on the mirror. Mrs. Johnson stood there staring at the mirror, not knowing what to do. Her eyes suddenly focused on her reflection, seeing her usually orderly image completely disorganized and out of control. Her hair was a mess, and her sweat had ruined her makeup. She stared at this stranger, realizing she had lost. She sighed her surrender, then attempted to make herself look half-way decent. Once the halls had quieted down a bit, she strode out of the restroom and made her way towards her room. Higgs found her as she walked down the hall on the second floor. "Are you okay?" he asked her. "I'm fine. I just... had a little trouble with a student, but we worked it out." "Well, I hope you did. I watched your class until dismissal. Don't leave them like that again," he scolded. "I won't," she said, never looking up. She couldn't bare for him to see how defeated she felt. How she felt intimidated by him. Even submissive to him. She had always been the dominate one, even when dealing with Higgs, her boss. The power gave her such a rush. She never imagined how hot submitting to someone would make her feel. "Nancy, are you sure you're okay?" "I'm fine. I'm just a little tired, that's all. Thank you for watching my class for me. I won't let it happen again." Higgs was about to say something, then shrugged and gave her a friendly pat on the back before leaving her at the door of her own room. She walked up to her desk, and suddenly noticed the message on the board. "Turn around?" she said out loud. Then she did so. I sat in the back row with my feet up on the chair in front of me. She stared at me, not moving, not knowing what to do. "Nancy, come here," I said when her gaze finally dropped down submissively. She walked up to me, nervous and slightly scared. I sat up and took her limp hand, then guided her into the seat my feet had just vacated. I looked into her eyes, which immediately looked down again. But the returned to mine when I stroked her cheek, and then I started to see her fear. "I.. don't think this is a good idea.. I'm your teacher and.." "That has never stopped you before. I know all about your little 'study' group. I bet they're not as submissive as Becky, but I have to admit you're quite good at breaking them in." "Were is Becky? You didn't.. do anything to her, did you?" "I had her show me her tits, then sent her to catch the bus. I'm not going to hurt her. Besides, she's a virgin. She's not going to lose it with me." "What about me?" "What about you. Look, all I want to do is join your little study groups once in a while. I'm not going to make you give up your position as their Mistress. I just wanted to get it straight that I'm NOT one of your play things. And it's up to you to be my play thing." "So, you're not going to make me do anything?" she said, hopeful and disappointed at the same time. "You're not getting off that easy. I've had a hardon for most of the day thinking about your naked ass. So after you shut that door and do a little strip show, I'm gonna make you so hot and horny, your gonna beg to suck your master's cock." My words produced mixed results. Despite the new feelings her submission were creating, the old domineering ones were trying to surface again. I stood up and moved in front of her, holding her down when she attempted to rise. My hardon was evident in my tight jeans, and she almost pulled herself out of my grasp when she saw it. I got up on my tip toes so it was level with her mouth and nose, then took a hold of her head of hair with one hand, sending a shiver down her body. "When your master tells you to do something, his slut obeys," I said as I pushed her nose and mouth into the crotch of my jeans. "Smell it, bitch. Take it deep into your slutty lungs, you slutty cock sucking whore, you. You'd suck of the entire school if I asked you to, wouldn't you? Just so you can smell my prick and balls again. That's it. Breath it in. Getting yourself soo wet and hot. It really is turning you on, you slut. You bitch, you cock sucking, cum slurping, high school whore. "Yeah, that's it. Use your mouth. Try to suck it through my pants. Let yourself lose control... That's right, slut." I had let go of her head and was standing flat on the ground. I could feel how she had submitted her control to her own lust. When she started to slip her hands up to the waistline of my jeans, I reached down to her bra protected nipples and gave them a twist. The pain she felt was mostly simulated by my mental commands, since my fingers had barely even been able to pinch them, let alone twist. "Ow! What did you do that for!" she recoiled. "I think you know why. I'm afraid we are going to have to continue this another time. I'm already late meeting my buddy." "Well, I'm not sure there will be another time," she said, standing up and massaging her stinging nipples through her bra. I walked up to her with a powerful gaze of confidence which she managed to counter with her own. But when I suddenly lurched at her and grabbed her by the shoulders, her eyes showed fear as I forced her on her knees. She was about to scream for help when I kissed her on the forehead and said, "Don't worry, I'd never hurt you. If tomorrow in class you don't want to continue, I'll never mention it again." Nancy relaxed a little, finding my shoulder massage starting to feel good despite herself. "And just so you have something to look forward to..." I said reaching down into her shirt and under her bra. I started kneading her left breast, working at a slow, but steadily increasing speed. She resisted my touch for only the first few moments, but now had her eyes closed and was feeling herself submit again. I wasn't using my magic touch, just my fingers and palm. But I was using every resource I had to monitor and measure the stimulus she was feeling. I gambled that I could get a little rough with her breast, and proceeded to clasp my hand harder. She gasped, and fought against letting out a moan, but ultimately relented and gave me a nice loud one by the fifth clasp. I continued my gamble, getting even rougher and harder, and managed to find her maximum tolerance without causing her undo pain. I gave her another kiss on her forehead before withdrawing my hand, and simply left her on her knees without a word. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Tim, the Teenage MC Chapter XI, Part 5 Your Subconscious is Thy Master (no sex) After my workout with Joey and Pete in the weightroom, Joey drove me home in the Mustang and we discussed the possible problems of letting the twins try and straighten out Michael's head. "I have an idea of who to ask about it," Joey finally said. "Who?" "Your dad." "Yeah! He would know better than anyone. Okay." When I got through to him, he quickly told me, "Yes, the girls probably could do it if they think they can, but you might be better off if you didn't. As long as they don't know we can undo their tampering, they might just kill their slaves instead of leaving them behind like they did Michael." "Shit.... Shit... Awe shit," Joey said afterwards, staring at me with a sad look. "Yeah," I agreed. "Well.... let's go see how he's feeling. And maybe have another go at his memories to see if we missed anything. I've already told my mom and dad I'm not going to Florida in June. I just hope we can find Penny and David then." "Shit.." Joey said again as we started walking towards Michael's room. Michael was laying in bed on his stomach watching someone make some kind of pasta on cable. His eyes never moved even after Joey turned the TV off. "Maybe it's time to take those commands out that you used to counter Steven's hold on him," I said softly. "But what then. I guess we can handle anything he tries, but I wish there was a way to give him his, er, what did you call it this morning?" "Motivation?" "Yeah.. We need a way to give him his motivation back without letting his loyalty to Steven through too." "But you know as well as I do that they are the one and the same. I spent over four hours the other day before figuring that out." "I know. Like I said, I wish there was a way. Well, are you ready? I hope he doesn't wreck the room or anything." "Yeah. Including us. I'm ready when you are." Joey carefully canceled the commands he had used on Michael in order to make him pull the van over. When he finished, Michael did the last thing we could have expected. He started to cry. "Shit. Now what?" Joey said as Michael wailed into the pillow. "I don't know!" I said loudly enough for Joey to hear me. "He's not bluffing it. But at least he isn't wrecking the room!" Michael started calling Penny's and Steven's names between his sobs. I realized that my earlier attempts to undo his conditioning had resulted in the grief he was feeling. I quickly explained this to Joey, and he suggested we wait a little while to see if it would pass before trying anything else. A half an hour passed before Michael sobered up enough to take in his surroundings. I couldn't believe how white his face turned when he realized who I was. "Michael, you don't need to be afraid of me like that," I pleaded. "I want to help you, Penny, and your brother." "Liar!" he screamed. I almost looked around to see if someone else had said it because he had barely moved. He sat motionless, watching us like a rabbit, afraid to move in case his enemy would spot him. Joey had been scanning Michael's mind and apparently noticed something. "Michael, do you know who I am?" Joey asked calmly. "No.. But you must be evil otherwise you wouldn't be here with the devil." "Shit," I said under my breath. Me? The devil? "Steven sent me to help you," Joey said, stepping away from me. "He did? No he didn't. If he had he would have... Oh.." Michael said in a whisper as Joey showed him the inside of his right arm. Joey was using the same trick I had used on Holly and the gate person at the amusement park. Michael saw what he expected to see if Joey really had been sent by Steven to help him. "Please, sir? Take me to Steven and Penny? I feel like I'm dying inside," Michael said pitifully before softly crying again. Joey started showing me what he had found. Michael's mind had so many gaps in it that his imagination was using the memories it could access to start filling some of the bigger gaps in. Joey thought he may be able to use this somehow, and we both agreed it would be better if I left Joey alone with Michael. I had my own reasons for letting Joey try it alone. My greater experience in scanning other minds resulted in detecting what I believed to be a part of Michael's true self trying to reach out to Joey for help. Steven's conditioning had a major flaw in it. He had concentrated on two things. Making Michael completely faithful to himself and for some reason to Penny also, and also induced the incredible desire to help defeat, capture, and control me. But they had taken no precautions against anyone else gaining Michael's trust. I wanted to believe that on some level the true Michael was trying to overcome Steven's brainwashing, and hopefully Joey would help draw that part of him out even more. But because of Michael's mind being so unstable, I didn't tell Joey any of this. If Michael suspected Joey was trying to coerce him, he would most likely become violent. This was Michael's struggle. All we could do was let him work it out on his own. Joey had me call his mom to tell her he wouldn't be coming home for dinner. As usual, Margaret took it with a grain of salt, always thinking we were going to do something sexual, which so far we hadn't. I got a little nosy and poked around inside her head after we hung up. The night where Joey and I accidentally tipped his and Suzi's parent's off about our relationship was running through her mind. I found the events that had taken place while Joey, Suzi, and I were in the garage and walking around outside very interesting. Suzi's and my mom had calmed the other three parents down while my dad went to the surveillance room and piped the garage's cameras through to the family room's TV. They had seen everything. They had turned the TV on the moment I had found Joey sitting in the car. Margaret almost cried herself when Joey had his face buried into my shoulder, especially when my own tears had started to fall. She was torn between the wrongness of what she thought we had done and her motherly feelings for both of us. I was rather surprised to find Margaret didn't think very highly of Suzi. When Suzi came into the picture, Margaret started to feel protective, or maybe a little jealous. She had fought those feelings in the past, knowing it was inevitable for Joey to find a girl he loved more than his own mother. But as Suzi pulled Joey up against her chest, Margaret felt a pang of hatred towards Suzi. Even as Margaret thought about this, I sensed her battling those same feelings. She knew they were unfounded, especially when her own assessment of Suzi's character told her Suzi wasn't the manipulating type nor trying to corrupt her son. Logical arguments such as these very rarely help something as illogical as the feelings she had. But for now, they allowed her to keep her mouth shut, hoping either Joey will lose interest in Suzi, or she and Suzi find something they can relate too. What startled me the most was Margaret and I had both come to the same conclusion. Joey and Suzi were destined to be together. Her intuition had told her the exact same thing mine had told me. I never really had strong doubts about this, but I had hoped... Anyway, this washed away any doubt, any hope I had of being somehow apart of their lives. Or at least until death do us part. I disconnected at that point, not wanting to find anything else to depress or worry me. So to kill time, I went and worked on Midge for a while. Despite my strong desire to get her operational, Midge's motor still couldn't run anywhere near the lift off speed. Joey and I spent nearly 100 hours trying to find some reason for this before Joey gave up. I couldn't blame him. I was being stubborn about wanting to fix her myself instead of getting someone else to do it for me. But after almost a month of working solo, I had pretty much given up on that myself. But I wasn't about to take her to someone in pieces. I worked for two hours straight, carefully reassembling Midge's heart, making sure everything was exactly the way it was supposed to be. I was nearly finished when Joey contacted me. Michael now believed Joey was his best friend, and had told Joey about his fears and desires. Joey patiently listened and comforted him without attempting to coax any information that Michael didn't freely offer. After Michael had fallen asleep from exhaustion, Joey said he had reinserted the zombie commands. Michael wouldn't be aware of time passing while he was in that state, so Joey planned to wait until the next day before having another go. I told him I would be finished in another twenty minutes, and after a shower I'd be ready to eat. I felt something odd when I closed the connection, a feeling that someone needed to say something. I would have reopened it, but I couldn't figure out if I had picked something up from Joey or myself. I was just starting to scrub some of the grease off my arms when Joey opened the shower door and got in, holding his hard dick with one hand. A shudder passed through me as his muscular body pressed up against mine. I didn't know what was worse. The strong revulsion I was feeling, or the sadness that was sinking deeper into my soul. Joey and I hadn't done anything more than kiss a few times since... I can't even remember. Sometime last winter I think. We loved each other, just like we loved Suzi, but it was a love that had reached a point where we didn't need sex with each other to prove it. All of our sexual energy was spent on the slaves at school. I hadn't even fucked Suzi with Joey around since Joey and I took turns in the back of his car that December night. So when Joey's mouth started sucking at the back of my neck, he almost fell on his face from my involuntary step to get away from him. "Shit Tim!" Joey said when he regained his balance. "What did you do that for?" "I'm sorry.." I said, fighting my desire to shed tears. "I can't do it anymore.... Not with you anyway.." I said. "The fuck you can't," Joey said. "Look in my eyes and say you don't want me to fuck you like only I know how." I raised my eyes up to his, opened my mouth, then froze as I felt his mind enter my own by force. Before I could take any action, he gave me one single command and left my head. "There," Joey said with satisfaction as I blinked at his suddenly attractive body. I took a hold of myself and closed my eyes, forcing my mental eye to examine the change he made in me. As I suspected, he had given me a lust for his body that paralleled his own for mine. "I can't believe you did that," I said without emotion. "I would have never forced something like that on you." Joey ran his hand across my chest as he pressed his dick against my ass cheeks. "Yeah, I know. But I'm not you. Remember when you had that wet dream about me? Well, I had one about you last night. And I got so turned on feeling your chest and ass today.... Shit. I haven't felt that horny for a long time. I talked to Julie about it. Before we went into the locker room, we dropped by the weight room and had everybody strip." Joey rapped his arms around me, and despite my own arousal, I shrugged him off. "Damn it Tim. I was looking for similarities between their bodies and yours. I got so horny, Julie had to blow me right in front of all of them, and then all I could think about was fucking your ass. I need to get this out of my system," he said looking into my eyes and closing the gap between us. "Can't you forgive me for trying to share it with you? You and I.. We are meant to be together. Just like we were meant to be with Suzi. I need you. I want you," he whispered before our lips met. Something about the way he said 'want' sent a chill of fear down my spine. Joey jerked slightly as I simply dodged around his shield and grabbed control of his mind, freezing his consciousness so he wouldn't even know I had done anything. I used his own brain to cancel the command he had used on me, then I did a double take when I found he inserted not one, but five. There was something fishy going on. The other four commands were so small and simple, I couldn't find them without Joey's help, and were completely useless by themselves. But I realized if Steven ever got his hands on me and used his drug, I would be completely defenseless against his tampering. The horror of what Joey did made my blood run cold. I quickly made him undo the remaining four, then started combing Joey's mind to find out why he had done it. I found it almost immediately. I reached out with my mind searching for Michael's, finding him sneaking into the garage to steal a car and somehow get back to Penny and Steven. The moment I sent the command to stop him, I canceled it. I realized Michael might lead me right to the den of my enemy if I let him go thinking he had made a clean escape. Time. I needed just a little time to think. Damn, how I needed Joey's input. Michael had managed to hypnotize Joey while I was busy working on Midge. He made some incredibly effective suggestions that resulted in Joey subconsciously implanting the commands into my mind without his conscious mind's knowledge. I would have to hypnotize Joey and undo the damage that way, but for the moment I was concentrating on just keeping a lock on Michael's mind. (I realized an important fact about the limits of my telepathic abilities from all this. The subconscious mind was far too complex to know whether it was providing the conscious mind with correct information or not. You see, while I can change various aspects of the human mind, the subconscious is such a wispy character and you just can never tell what it is truly going to do.) (Even though the subconscious couldn't directly disobey commands inserted into its realm, it could work its way around them when the opportunity arose. That was a critical concept my mother had hinted at when I had first rediscovered my abilities, and I had quickly understood what it meant. (There's a lot more to telepathic mind control than just issuing a command. If the command goes against the person's nature too much, control will eventually fail. The trick is to change the underlying values and conceptions towards the goal of making the person's nature fit the command.) (A lot of times all that is required is adjusting what the person finds to be pleasurable. In fact, pleasure is the greatest tool one can use on another being. Well, fear is also a powerful tool, and as I would find out later the hard way, anger and hatred even more so.) My mother came home from work no more than ten minutes after Michael took off in a limo. I nearly lost my lock on him trying to explain what was going on, and then I screamed "NO!" when Michael attempted to pass a truck and lost control of the vehicle. The stretch limo flipped, then rolled right into the on-coming traffic. I felt another vehicle collide into the limo before Michael's sudden surge of pain caused me to loose the connection. I was so shocked by what had happened, my mother had to slap me to get my attention. "I'll go to the crash sight. You take care of Joey first, then you both can follow," my mother insisted before I could say anything. "But he's..." I said when my brain finally got around to comprehending her words. I didn't finish my sentence, partially because she was already outside heading for the garage, and partially because I just couldn't say it. I was so shook up, it took me a half an hour before I calmed down enough to hypnotize Joey. "What's going on?" Joey asked when I brought him out of it. I guess my face showed my state of mind. I started to shake again, but managed to get a grip when Joey started get alarmed. "WHAT?" he pleaded. "Michael hypnotized you and used you to make me unable to resist Steven's drug. Then he took off in a limo and... Shit, Joey. Michael's dead. He flipped the limo and was hit by a truck and two cars." All the color drained out of Joey's face. We sat there silently for a long time before Joey held his hand out and I immediately took it. I never hugged him so hard in my life. The longer we hugged, the more we realized how close it had been. Steven had almost won. ------------------------------------------------------ "But I felt it!" I cried. "I felt something slice right through his gut! I swear he was cut in HALF!" "I understand that dear," my mother said. "But his body wasn't found in the wreckage. Either he wasn't as hurt as you thought he was, or someone somehow managed to steal his body without anyone noticing." "No.. NO!" I couldn't accept it. I painfully recalled everything I had felt just before I lost contact with Michael's mind. "I know what I felt! I've gone through it so many times.... Something cut right through him right below the ribs! And... And... The last thing I got was.... His face was burning!" I yelled as I started shaking again. "Timmy," my mom said as she took hold of my shaking hands. "The limo never caught on fire. Somehow you were sent false images." "Oh my God," Joey said, realizing the implications of her words. "I can't believe..." I said, even though I was starting to believe it anyway. Joey suddenly opened his eyes real wide and went stiff all over as a thought occurred to him. "Oh Joey.... WHAT!" I said, not really feeling I could take much more. He put his finger to his lips, then thought to my mom and I, "How did they know so much? How did they find out about the commands we gave each other?" Before either of us could answer, he jumped up and ran out of the kitchen. "They've bugged the house," he thought back to us. "Somehow they have been able to hear everything said inside the house without anyone knowing. And I think I know how." We caught up with him in the surveillance room. But he wasn't doing anything with the cameras or monitors, nor was he inspecting the equipment. There was a closet with a bunch of tools and spare parts inside, some of which his dad had in his workshop at home. Joey found what he was looking for, a box with a few knobs and terminals which he quickly started connecting wires to. I was astonished to see him take electrical components out and wire it up to the box which turned out to be a power supply. Several hours later, Joey was starting to get frustrated when he couldn't find the last piece he needed. He had connected nearly twenty different resisters, 'caps', and 'chokes' together and connected them to the power supply. I had no idea what it was supposed to do, or how he could possibly make something that complicated without writing something down or looking something up. He let out a whoop when he found another 'choke' and started soldiering it on to the almost artistic wire sculpture. My mom had gone back to the kitchen to fix us all something to eat. It was nearly ten before Joey and I finally joined her there. Joey placed his invention down by the kitchen phone and started taking the mouth piece apart. He connected two wires to the connections the mic usually used, then put the mouth piece back together and hung the handset back on the hook. With a big smile, Joey plugged in his device and turned it on. Immediately every phone in the mansion started to ring like mad. Then just as my mom and I was about to tell him to turn it off, they all stopped. "Heh," Joey said outloud. "Who said you can't learn something from reading comic books." "What the hell was that all about?" I asked. "I take it they bugged the phones?" "More than that. When you first moved into this place, I noticed you had a speakerphone in every room. I remembered thinking that if I wanted to know what was going on at your house, all I had to do was tap into your phone system and I could listen through the intercom's microphones." "So what did that thing do?" I said, pointing at his humming device. "Remember how I always used to read those spy comics? Some of the stuff they put in them really works. This 'thing' caused a feedback loop in the equipment they were using to tap into your phone system. This part here," he said, pointing to a smaller cluster of... electrical stuff, "made the phones ring while their equipment was still working. Sorry about the noise, but we wouldn't know when their equipment blew up if I hadn't. I wish I could have seen that." It was my turn to go all wide eyed and freeze up. "What?" Joey thought to me. "He would have bugged the house another way too. He wouldn't have only done it like that without having a back up." "Boys," my mother said out loud, "You two have school tomorrow, and I don't think you should be too worried about what someone might learn tonight. Even if you talk in your sleep. We can go stay at your father's mansion tomorrow night through the weekend. And in case there are other ears listening, I wouldn't bother trying to 'bug' it. Charles doesn't accept gifts, visitors, or allow his equipment serviced by any one who isn't... under his influence. And when I designed the mansion, I had the walls insulated with a metallic grid that prevents any signals to enter or leave the building." "Oh... So that's why that cell phone didn't work in doors..." Joey said. "Aw, man! You mean my walkman wasn't broken? Aw, man!" I whined. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Tim, the Teenage MC Chapter XI, Part 6 Police Action (mc, mm, mf, anal, rape) It took two weeks before I stopped looking over my shoulder everywhere I went. Everything that had happened seemed so incredible, I had a hard time accepting it. There were so many questions. How could Michael hide the truth from us? What really happened to him? How could they fake the sensations I had received from him during the crash? Was the crash planned? Was all of this planned from the beginning? Was anything we found in Michael's head true? My dad got directly involved in investigating Steven, Penny, their father, and their grandfather. But nothing came from his inquiries except to find that they were all officially dead. I don't mind telling you, I was scared. I knew I was probably overreacting, but I couldn't get rid of the feeling Steven had laid traps within traps. The thought did occur to me that Michael's subconscious could have seen through Joey's deception and had somehow kept Joey from discovering his intentions. But I more strongly believed Steven had programmed everything into Michael's head ahead of time and somehow cloaked it to prevent us from finding out the truth. Joey and I spent spring break searching for any clue of where they were without any success. Another two weeks went by without any indication that they had even existed. A meter-maid reminded me of the two officers whom I had met at the hospital, and out of desperation, I decided to seek the help of Officer Kimberly Peterson. "Hi," I said, popping up on the bar stool next to her. "I don't suppose you remember me, but.." "What are you doing here?" she said out of surprise. "Better yet, how did you get in here?" We were in a noisy and crowded bar that apparently was a favorite of a lot of her fellow officers. Kim didn't come here very much herself, but after the disaster with Corban earlier that day, she felt she needed a drink or two. The last thing she had expected to find was an obviously underage kid sitting next to her and getting waited on by the bartender. She looked suspiciously around her, thinking the others were playing a joke on her, furthering her humiliation she had gone through earlier that day. "No thanks, I brought my own," I said to the bartender as I set the bottle of drink on the bar. "But if I could borrow two glasses, I'll let you try some," I said mischievously to the scrawny man. "What do you think this is? A wine tasting club?" he snorted. "You want glasses, you have to pay..... say, that does smell good..." he said as I waved the open bottle under his nose. "Okay, but if it's some kind of sugar water, the glasses will cost you 2.50 each." "Deal," I said, noticing Kim's smirk as she decided to play along just so she could make it backfire. "Bad day?" I asked. "Oh, you wouldn't want to hear about it. So how are your two friends?" "Wow. So you do remember me. Uhm, Suzi's fine, but Michael is part of the reason I'm here. I sort of need your advice." "Oh? About what?" she said, not really sure where I was leading. "He stole one of my dad's limos, wrecked it, then disappeared. I was hoping you could give me some pointers on how to find him." "Oh.... You want me to give you pointers...." she said getting ready to nail my next response. "Actually, I was hoping you would be able to tell me what you do when you've run out of clues and you don't know what to do next." I waited for her to respond, knowing she was waiting for me to continue with some kind of line. Finally, she frowned then looked at me with a questioning face. "What kind of pick up line was that?" "It wasn't any kind of pick up line," I sighed, pretending I just got clued in. "You're not taking me seriously, are you. You think I'm trying to play a joke on you. Uhm, maybe this wasn't such a good idea..." I said, putting the lid back on the bottle and getting up. "Spander!" she suddenly cried. "What are you guys trying to pull? This kid can't even make up a decent pick up line!" A dark haired man with a mustache walked over and said, "Shit, Kim. How the hell did you manage to smuggle him in here? Who is he, your nephew or something?" Kim squinted at his face, searching for any trace of the smile she was expecting. But the only thing he was displaying was concern. "I didn't bring him in here!" she said exasperated. "I thought you did!" "Huh? Why would I.... Oh..... HA HA!.. Er, sorry. Hey, I wouldn't pull a trick one someone who was taken adva... Anyway, I always thought Corben would try something like that. But I never thought you..." he stopped in midsentence and said to me, "Wait a second. How did you get in here." "Yes, how did you get in here, er, Tom, wasn't it?" "Tim actually. Uhm, look. Do you really think I'm so stupid to walk in a bar full of off duty police officers and try to order something alcoholic?" Their looks told me they did, so I said, "The guy at the door thinks I'm thirty eight, and he loved the idea that I brought my own stuff. Now is anyone going to have a drink with me, or am I going to have to drink it all by myself?" I said, putting the bottle back on the bar. "Lets just take a look at what you brought," Spander said, removing the bottle's cap and taking a whiff. He looked up at Kim startled and said, "It's not alcoholic." She took the bottle from Spander when he offered it to her and took a whiff herself. "Smells like... bubble gum?" I smiled, then looked at Spander as I said, "Bartender, better make that four glasses." "Thanks," Spander said, "But just a swallow. I only want to taste it. I'm not that crazy about bubble gum." "Okay, but I won't hold you to it if you decide otherwise," I said as 'Smiley' placed four shot glasses on the bar in front of me. "Oh, there is one thing about this stuff you should know. I doesn't get you drunk, just horny." "Shhaa, right," Smiley said. "You expect me to believe a kid just walks up to my bar with a bottle of the stuff bartenders have dreamed about since the beginning of time? If that stuff makes anyone but you horny, I'll kiss your ass." "You two are my witnesses," I said smiling. "I don't usually have my ass kissed by complete strangers." Kim and Spander exchanged looks, not sure if I was trying to pull something on them or just on Smiley. I poured three full shots and a quarter for Spander, then had to sip it before anyone else tried it. When Spander set his shot glass back on the bar, I hovered the bottle's lip over his glass and glanced at his face. He shrugged, then nodded, so I poured him a full glass. "Say, that's pretty good..." Smiley said after finally emptying his glass. He had appeared to be analyzing the drink with each sip he took, and I knew he hadn't a clue of what it was made out of. Come to think of it, I still don't have a clue. "Seconds?" I asked everyone when Spander finished his. Spander and Smiley both accepted, but Kim surprised me by declining. "How come?" I asked. "You looked like you enjoyed it." "Oh, it was very good. Very sweet too. I've already splurged on my diet today." "I wouldn't worry about how many calories it has. The more you drink, the more you burn off." "What do you mean?" Spander said after savoring another sip. "I know what he means," Smiley said. "You still sticking with that aphrodisiac story?" "In about seven minutes or so, you'll be kissing my ass," I said, pouring Kim another anyway. After the fourth round, I refused to pour any more, especially since I was starting to feel its effects a little. When the two officers sitting on either side of me started to get a little antsy, I called Smiley over and said, "Your boxers getting a bit cramped yet?" "Look kid. I'm not going to play this game of yo..." "Shit!" Spander suddenly said. "Peterson, you're not feeling it too, are you?" Kim's eyes opened wide as she realized she had been imagining what I looked like naked while she unconsciously had been flexing her vaginal muscles, making her wetness surge. She looked at Spander with only a moment of shock registering on her face before her eyes snapped down to his crotch. As I watched their minds get flushed out by their lust, I blanketed the crowd to ignore anything we did. I barely finished deploying the blanket when Kim's hand shot out towards Spander's crotch. The two desperately struggled to get his belt undone and his zipper down. "Shit," I said when Spander's dick came out. It was the fattest prick I had ever seen. Not that I got to see it very long. Kim had it in her mouth so quick I almost missed it entirely. I was reminded of Smiley's presence when he echoed my "Shit," with his own. He was mystified at the apparent lack of the other customer's interest, and really got confused when another officer brushed up against Kim and apologized when she had gagged. "Aren't you feeling a bit horny yourself?" I asked him. "No.. I'm not. You mean that stuff really works?" "Yeah, it works. If you're going to kiss my ass, you better hurry up. I'm going to join the fun myself," I said as pulled my pants down. "I... er..." he started. The moment he saw my naked ass, he gulped. I looked back at him in time watch him scramble over the bar, his eyes locked on my rear end. I didn't move as he lowered his face to my butt cheeks, but I shivered when he gave my right cheek a kiss. He planted another on the left, then proceeded to give each cheek wetter and sloppier kisses. I was about to make him stop when his tongue probed between my cheeks and brushed my rose. His tongue sent electric sparks up my ass to my dick. I relinquished control to the lust I had been holding off, a let out the moan I had been suppressing as his tongue make a full pass across my ass hole. Normally, this sort of stimulation was too distasteful for me to truly enjoy, but the drink had a way of getting around set backs like that. It also was obvious Smiley had experience in frenching ass, and in a last moment of sensible thought, I confirmed this by checking with his mind. However, Smiley wasn't what he appeared to be. He worked for a man he knew only as Mr. Whiteshaw, some kind of Godfather type character who recently started looking for a few under paid cops for his not so legal business dealings. Smiley had become his recruiting officer while still working as Mr. Whiteshaw's informant into the police's activities. Smiley's payment came in many forms, but his favorite was being rewarded with a fresh young ass to taste and fuck. Having been forced to lick his older brother's asshole as his other brother sucked him off to his first orgasm, Harry Jonathan Green had acquired a 'taste' for ass. Harry and his brothers experimented with sex for the first half of his teen years, with Harry usually getting chosen to be the guinea pig whenever they thought of something new. His two brothers both graduated high school and moved away before Harry had ever tried sex with a girl. In his junior year, he gathered up the courage to ask one of the easier girls out on a date. He ended up exploring a new found territory for him, using his experienced tongue to map the inner folds of her pussy. Two weeks later, Harry was rotating his schedule around three different girls whom he thought didn't know anything about the other two. But to his surprise, they were all very close friends, the first girl having told the other two all about Harry's incredible tongue. Those three girls surprised Harry one day by sneaking into his car while he was busily exploring a fourth girl they had recruited. The sex they had inside that car earned him the name 'Smiley'. Harry had overworked his mouth so much, his muscles in the cheeks constantly spasmed, making him appear to always be smiling the rest of the night. It wasn't until after graduating high school did he discover his fetish for sampling a clean anal rose. But now at the age of thirty-eight, Smiley had developed a lust to sample the asses of the innocent, making them beg for more, then fucking their ass in a rape like manner. Mr. Whiteshaw made that possible by supplying him with a runaway once in a great while. This knowledge only increased my pleasure as his tongue began teasing the heart of my firmly shut anal door. Smiley gently pushed me forward until my chest rested on the bar stool I had been sitting on. My legs were spread and his tongue was starting to make my hole relax when a new group of customers walked in the door. A "What fuck?" alerted me to their arrival, and I immediately blanketed the two men and two women with the desire to suck each other off noisily. I barely took notice of the two officers all ready busily sixty nining on the floor as Smiley's tongue penetrated my anus. The electricity that shook my body triggered the eruption from my dick, spurting at least ten large streams against the counter's wall. Smiley lost no time to take advantage of my weakened state. But when I felt his dick's head pressing against my loose asshole, I quickly turned the tables on him. My ass clamped down so tight that it pinched the tip of his dick's lips. Smiley's hand grabbed the back of my neck and forced me to stay doubled over. I allowed him to attempt forcing his dick inside me, enjoying his building frustration. But when his hand tightened around the back of my neck and his husky voice said, "Open the Fuck up," I decided he had gone too far. I could almost see the look on his face when a powerful hand grabbed his neck like he had mine and nearly made him black out from the incredible pressure it used. I stepped aside as Smiley assumed the position I had been in, his face filled with fear and arousal as he felt his pants being pulled down the rest of the way. The drink was still clouding my judgement, and I really have no other excuse for what I did next. I have scolded myself and regretted my loss of control ever since, making sure I never initiate a rape again. But in my mind at the time, it seem the perfect punishment for his crimes, and the big blurry bear of a man who was trying to lower his own pants was more or less a willing participant. Ken had raped both a man and a woman before, and he had even considered me to be his next target before I had given him a bad case of blue balls. His balls felt as good a new while my mental commands focused his desire on Smiley's ass. I wanted to teach Smiley a lesson, to show him what it was like to be used and abused like he had done to others. Unfortunately, Smiley found himself feeling expectant towards the rape. In a sense his brothers had raped him multiple times, and each time he had found he had enjoyed the end result. To Smiley, this would lead him to a new sexual pleasure, and new pleasures were something he had thought he wouldn't ever experience again. This angered me enough to force Ken to enter him with great haste. Smiley screamed as the large man's dick mercilessly burrowed into his ass. But the scream wasn't from the pain, but from the orgasm that was passing through Smiley's jerking body. The moment I realized he was enjoying it, a surge of anger and lust filled my mind. There was one thing Smiley hated, and that was the few times his brothers had made him suck them off. I grabbed the bottle of drink and downed the five swallows left. Then I grabbed his head with one hand, peered into his eyes and said, "Suck every drop of cum out of my dick or you will find yourself sucking the shit out of my ass. Understand?" His glazed eyes were washed clear with fear. Smiley shuddered when he felt my mind touch every nerve in his body, letting him know I could do it. He opened his mouth and was about to take it in when Ken blew his wad inside Smiley's ass. Smiley helplessly waited as the bear violently pounded against him, and nearly fell off the stool when Ken collapsed on top of him. I made Ken get off as I moved my dick into position. Smiley's mouth wasn't smiling at all as my meat passed through his lips. Smiley's blowjob got better the longer he did it. In fact he started to enjoy it, bring back memories of his earliest sexual adventures. But my lust filled mind didn't want him to enjoy it, so I took his head in my hands and started guiding it. But after ten or so minutes of using his mouth like a hand, Smiley even started enjoying that. The additional drink I had consumed had kicked in by then, pushing my mind to the state where nothing but the fuck lust I felt mattered. I didn't even hesitate to command Smiley to lay on the floor to fuck his mouth like a pussy. His gagging disrupted my enjoyment so much that I took control of them and timed his breaths with my pumps. I was so caught up in my fucking, I never noticed that several new pairs of eyes were watching us. When Smiley's dick snapped to attention five inches below my forehead, I resigned my struggle to make him suffer for his past crimes and released my flood of cum that had built up in my balls and prostrate. I succeeded somewhat in punishing him when I continued to pump deep into his throat as my drink enhanced ejaculate spewed out. He choked and gagged again, my control unable to suppress the fact he was drowning in my cum. But I didn't let up until I was empty, and then I immediately regretted my acts. I assisted him telepathically to clear his windpipe so he could breath. I'll never forget the sight of my semen draining out of his nose as he struggled to purge it from his nasal passages. I suddenly noticed the flickering lights as they flashed on his face. I turned around so fast I accidentally hit a uniformed police officer across the chest with the back of my hand. Two police cars were in front of the bar while another was just pulling in the lot. Kim and Spander were both quickly dressing as another officer listened to their explanation. Their eyes met mine as Kim pointed me out to their fellow officer. Kim hesitated before diverting her eyes and continuing her report. But Spander's eyes didn't look away, and I could tell he was attempting to judge what my motivation was. The officer I had accidentally hit gave me a small push when he noticed I wasn't listening to him. He was trying to tell me I needed to get dressed before I was taken down to the station for questioning. I wasn't under arrest just yet, but I had no intention of letting this go on any further. "Hang on," I said to him as another two officers came in. "How many more of you are coming?" I asked him as I reached for my boxers. "You don't need..." he started before I convinced him I did need to know. "Three units, that's all." "Okay, then I don't have to wait any longer," I said pulling my pants on. "Kid, you better just come quietly. You're not under arrest yet, but you can be," the officer warned as he made his hands ready incase I tried something. I looked him right in the eye and said, "Officer Russell, what if I told you some of your fellow officers were taking payoffs from a Mr. Whiteshaw." He blinked at me, but then said, "Yeah, and the chief of police is a nazi spy. Don't try to make this worse by making up stories. If I have to, I'll read you your rights and..." "Paul, you need any help?" one of the two new arrivals said. The look on his face told me he had overheard. I quickly confirmed that he was one of those bad apples, and checked Smiley's head out to find out how many more there were. I felt better when I found that Aaron Finch and his partner Walter Schroeder were the only ones Smiley had found so far. "We're not sure," Russell said, catching the momentary look of fear I had shown. I looked back at Officer Russell and said in his mind, "Please don't panic, I'm just trying to help. Finch is one of them." Finch immediately noticed Russell's shocked expression, and instinctively rested his hand on his holster before saying, "What's wrong?" Russell glanced away from my pleading face for a moment and saw a small amount of panic in Finch's face. He looked back at me for a moment, then said, "For a moment there he reminded me of someone I knew a long time ago. Come on kid. Get your shirt on." I started to comply, but then noticed Kim and Spander were following one of the other officers out the door. The thought "I need to contain this situation" ran through my head, probably from watching too much TV when I was little. My instincts were telling me to not let anyone leave, so I created a little diversion. Ken suddenly started arguing with the man next to him, then picked up a chair and broke it half over his knee. Being the officers they were, all three of them rushed right back inside in case the others needed back up. Ken was having a ball when two officers tackled him, for he was one of those really physical guys who loved to prove his strength and wrestling abilities. As Russell went to assist, I nearly bumped right into Finch when I tried to cross the room. He was about to grab me when I grabbed the chair nearest to me and offered him a seat. With an astonished look on his face, Finch's body accepted without it's owner's permission. "Just watch the fun for a minute while I chat with Kim and Spander, 'kay?" I said, making him nod his head. Kim jumped when I spoke, her hand even reaching for her missing holster automatically. I smiled as I looked back up at her face, then said, "Please don't shoot. I surrender." Spander cleared his throat and said, "Look, kid. I'm not saying you were completely responsible for all this.. but why the hell did you talk us into drinking that stuff? You knew we would..." he paused then lowered his voice as he said, "we would fuck anything that moved." I grinned at his statement, then decided to level with them. "I came here to ask Kim for some help. I need to find someone before they hurt any more of my friends or manage to grab me." I turned to Kim and said, "I know how you like younger guys and all, and the drink was just in case you wouldn't let yourself go through with it. But when I found out about you getting caught blowing Corban in the conference room, I figured you would be more comfortable having sex with someone your own age before you and I did it. I never thought that Smiley would.... HEY!" I called over to the officers who were playing with Ken. "DON'T hit him with the sticks!" To Kim and Spander I said, "Hey, uhm... Don't go anywhere. I'll be right back." I hurried over to the five officers holding Ken pinned down. Schroeder was angrily yelling at his partner to either cuff the bastard or call for back up. Before the other officers had joined in the struggle, they had cleared the bar of customers. That made my job a lot easier. "Come on, let him up. He was only playing," I said standing over the five ragged officers. "Kid, get the fuck back.. PETERSON, SPANDER! Would you MIND?!" "Tim, I think you better let them handle this," Kim said as Spander walked over to the others with a big grin. "You don't understand. Uhm, don't do that," I said to Spander as he started to cuff a wrist. Spander gave Kim a look, then proceeded to help the others force Ken's arms together so he could cuff the other wrist. "I said don't do.." I said before Kim slapped a handcuff on my left wrist. Before I could react, she cuffed the other one. "Okay.. that's IT!" I said, getting angry. "Kim, what the hell are you doing?!" Spander said standing up. "She's talking my cuffs off, that's what," I said, rubbing my wrists. (I really watched to much TV when I was little. The cuffs hadn't been on me more than thirty seconds, but my instincts had me rub my wrists like they had been on for several hours, just like they do on TV.) "What the.." Spander said as he noticed McKay unlocking Ken's cuffs. "Ken, thanks for the help, man. Now remember, no more rapes for you. You don't want to go back to prison," I warned. "No sir. Thank you sir," Ken said, bowing as he walked backwards towards the exit. "Smiley," I called. "Time to go to the station and confess." "Don't even say it, ass hole," I thought to Schroeder when he was about to offer to take Smiley himself. "Officer Russell? I think you will want to hear Smiley tell you about the business arrangement Officers Finch and Schroeder have with Mr. Whiteshaw." "What? I don't know anything about.." Smiley started. "I'm sorry Harry. You're gonna have to tell them everything," I said, inserting the commands into his head. "But look on the bright side. I hear a lot of raping goes on in prison. You'll love it there." "Just what the hell is going on?" Spander demanded. "Kim! Why are you just standing there like erp!" "What are you doing?" Russell said, suddenly not sure I was friend or foe. Everyone else in the room was standing around looking at nothing in particular, blinking like they were trying to stay awake. "Don't worry. They'll be okay. I'm just kind of tired of all the questions," I said, sitting down on the nearest chair. I looked up at his frowning face and said, "I'm not the bad guy here. Finch and Schroeder have been taking bribes from Smiley to look the other way when Whiteshaw needs to do something, er, well, illegal. Just pretend you overheard Schroeder telling Smiley that it would cost more than usual to get the rape charge dropped." "What rape charge?" he said when he realized I mean every word. "The one that you were all called here for. And you didn't get a very good look at the kid before he ran off." "You are asking me to charge him for something he didn't do. YOU were not in any danger of being raped," he said getting a little angry. "Chill, dude," I said, taken by surprise. "He's raped more kids than he can count. So what if he didn't actually do the one he got arrested for. And he WOULD have raped me if he could have. You can at least charge him with the attempt to rape." "I'm not go..." Russell said as I flipped the zombie switch on in his head. I sighed, then started to clean up the mess I had made. After implanting memories in everyone's heads, I moved them into position, then slipped out the back before pressing the play button on my telepathic remote control. I heard the struggling inside come to an end, then several minutes later watched from around the corner as Smiley, Schroeder, and Finch were put in a police van that had come to collect them. It was around midnight when Kim finally walked towards her car to leave. I was amused by her hand reaching for her missing holster again when I coughed to let her know I was walking beside her. "What happened to you? Are you okay?" she asked, remembering only that I had left in a hurry when the first police car pulled up. "Yeah, I'm okay. Sorry about the drink and all. I didn't mean to get you into trouble. And I definitely didn't know Smiley would try something like that," I lied. She didn't respond right away, staring at nothing as the memories of what she and Spander did ran through her mind. "So, are you and Spander gonna... have a drink together again?" I said coyly when she didn't respond. She let out a big breath, then looked me in the eyes. She almost said something, but then she turned and started back towards her car. When I didn't follow her, she said, "If you want my help.... It will cost you a bottle of that stuff." I grinned and ran to catch up with her. I said, "I'll make it two if you'll have a glass of it with me." She paused at my offer, then said "I'm a police officer, and I'd like to stay one. You're, what? Fifteen? Sorry. Sixteen then? I'd be breaking the law if something happened, and you know something would happen if I drank that stuff while you were in the room." I kept my mouth shut walking to the opposite side of her 4X4 as she unlocked the driver's door and got in. She looked at me for a moment through the passenger side window, thinking that the best option would to just walk away. But she reminded herself I had come to her for help, and she was curious to know what about. So she reached over and unlocked the door, immediately regretting it when her eyes fell upon the bulge in my pants. She tore her eyes away and sat looking straight ahead for several moments. Kim was struggling with her inner desires, fighting the urge to grab my crotch and go to town. This was a pleasant surprise for me. I wasn't doing anything to cause this beside sitting there with a woody. "I.. I think you better find someone else," she said with a shaky voice. "But I want you," I said. She obviously understood the double meaning, and almost lost her grip on reality. Her conscience and morals were fighting her chaotic lust, and so far were preventing her to do anything. "Please, get out. I can't.... I just can't. Okay?" she said looking at me with a pleading look. I made eye contact and formed an empathic connection to steady her self control. I said, "You know, you wouldn't be taking advantage of me or anything. And because I'm not going to take advantage of you, I'll get out if really want me to. But Kim, I like you. I think you're very smart, and you have a really nice ass. I swear, there's no danger of getting caught with me. And you're not going to get a better chance to give in to your desire to see if it really is all that you've made it to be." "How do you know... so much about me?" she said relaxing a little. "Because I can read people. The way you looked at Corban at the hospital, and a few other things you really don't want to know. Please, trust me? I'm not here to make you're life harder. I think I can even help you, and maybe you'll be able to help me too." "You don't sound like a sixteen year old.." she said, finding the battle within her winding down. "So, do you want me to get out?" I said reaching for the door handle. "Just give me a minute to think this out," she said. A few moment's later, she asked, "Who are you, anyway? And how did you find me at the bar?" "I'm Tim Brandon, and you gave my mom your name and badge number, and from there I tracked you down. Look, it's after midnight, and I have school tomorrow. Call me tomorrow if your answer is yes," I said, reaching for her pocket size notepad she had laying on the dashboard. I wrote my number down, then drew a smiley face with a stick figure body and a lump at it's crotch. As I put the pad back down, I slid over next to her and very softly said, "Open your mouth, close your eyes, then you'll get a nice surprise." Her eyes opened wide for a moment, then her mouth opened to decline. But my expression held no trace of deception, just a bright-eyed sincerity, so she closed her eyes and opened her mouth wider. I removed the paper wrapper from the pink bubble gum that came in the baseball cards I had bought earlier that day. I slipped a good size portion into her mouth, then tore off a piece for myself, smiling at her as she opened her eyes and started to chew. As I stepped out of the 4x4, she said, "Tim? Are you certain? Certain no one would.. find out?" I stuck my head back in the open door and smiled before saying, "Well, if it makes you feel any better about it..." She gasped as I altered her perception of my age, making my face appear to be in the mid twenties in her eyes. In a deeper voice I continued "I can always say I'm your old boyfriend from high school," then shut the door and headed for the lot next door where my red Formula was parked. I was putting the key into the lock when Kim pulled up beside me with her window down. Her eyes met mine, and I nearly leapt with joy when she said "Yes," then watched her tail lights as she pulled away at high speed. "GRRRRR" I said to myself. And if you need the translation, you spend too much time reading this smut. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ You may read the first 10 chapters of this story at: http://www.mcstories.com/Tim/ The very latest version of this story, plus other stories set in _The Book_'s Universe are also available at: ftp://asstr.ml.org/pub/Authors/Rass_Senip/ Thanks to... The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive and... The A. S. S. 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