Message-ID: <7756eli$9801241158@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 - Chp 12 (c/e) - By Rass Senip - Proofread by Evil Eye 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: <34d1431b.33362963@newsreader.wustl.edu> ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ The first 10 chapters of this story are available at: http://www.mcstories.com/Tim/ And 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/ >This posting contains: Chapter XII(c): 10th Grade, Summer 1987 Part 3 - Hope's Last Chance (mc, no sex) Part 4 - The Little Girl Inside (mf, anal) >The next posting contains: Chapter XII(d): 10th Grade, Summer 1987 Part 5 - Sisters of Deceit (mc, mf, mffff, ff) Part 6 - The Deal of My Life (mc mf) Part 7 - Deceit is a Traitor's Motto (mc, mf, drug) ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Tim, the Teenage MC By Rass Senip - Proofread by Evil Eye Chapter XII: 10th Grade, Summer 1987 Part 3 - Hope's Last Chance. (mc, no sex) A light flickered on, then a moment later, it flickered back off. Darkness isn't so bad as long as you can't see the shadows. Or at least that was what I thought until I sensed things moving about me. "Hello?" I called out, wondering where the hell I was. "Timmy?!?" Suzi's voice called in the distant. "Tim, where are you?" "Suzi, over here!" I frantically called out. "Timmy.. I can't find you.." her voice said, fading in the distance. "SUZI! COME BACK!" "She can't hear you any more. The link just broke," a VERY familiar voice said. "How do you know? Who are you?" "I know because I was the one who broke the link. We need to talk, you and I." "Bastard. Why did you do that. That was Suzi. The real Suzi. Who the fuck do you think you are to.." "I'm you, stupid. And that wasn't the real Suzi. It was just an echo of her. Shit don't I know anything?" "You are me. Er, I am you. Whatever. So what's up, self?" "You know what's up. This whole mess we've gotten ourself into. And you know why I'm here." "I do?" "Okay, fine. I'll start off. Penny was right. You did betray her first." "How can you say that? I made sure her dad wouldn't mistreat her. She had to get over her fear for her dad somehow. How else could I make her face her fear?" "Doesn't matter. The fact is you left her there, then never checked up on her. You let her two boyfriends keep an eye on her for you, and you see how much good that did. But this is just the tip of the iceberg, and you know it." "Oh, I suppose you want to blame me for dad undoing the commands in mom's head too." "Eventually, yes. Come on. Keep going. What else." "What, like if I hadn't insisted on letting my dad go home while we took care of wrapping things up, Joey's mom and dad wouldn't have been captured?" "We're getting warmer." "And if I had only did the same thing I had done to everyone else who had been at the party, Penny would have never been able to tell Steven anything about me. Then Suzi and Joey wouldn't be like they are, and..." "And?" "Oh FUCK! You mean this whole mess.... It is all my FAULT?! Oh MY GOD! If I hadn't of given Penny... If I hadn't.." "If we hadn't played God by giving Penny the brainwashing knowledge the twins had, Steven's uncle would still be researching for a better drug because Penny wouldn't have perfected the conditioning that went along with it." "YES, I KNOW! SHIT! I've known for a while, I guess." "I'm glad you can finally admit it to yourself. But it wasn't completely our fault. We know something that no one else does that has to be taken care of before he discovers it for himself." "Shit. You're talking about Steven being a telepath, aren't you. Shit. Hey, how come we didn't let ourself think of that until now? I mean we've more or less had it figured out for a while." "True, but if we had figured it out all the way, how long would it have been before Joey would have fished it out and told Steven. How long would it have been before they realized they didn't need us anymore. All Joey had to do was form a share link with Steven and that would have been it for us." "So what do we do now? I doubt suicide will help matters any, but if you're game, so am I." "Hello? Hey... Where did you... I go?.... Hmmm.. I wonder what Freud would say about this. Probably something sexual, knowing him. Heh. Well, if it is sexual, it can't be all that bad. 'Course, here I am thinking to myself like a lost idiot. Now if I was me, where would I put the light switch?" "TIM! Wake UP!" my mother said, shaking me. "Wha.. WHA.. WHAT!" I sputtered. "I'm awake, already!" "What did you do to Suzi?! She threw up all over herself!" "Shit. I didn't think of that. Is she okay?" "Yes, she's fine. Joey's helping her clean herself off in the shower. Tim, remember how I had to tell you something after your nap?" "Yeah. What is it?" "Now, I don't want you getting upset by this. All right?" "Shit, mom. Okay." "While I was examining Penny's mind I found..." "Oh.. I know. You found that Steven had unconsciously altered her to think the way he wanted her to think. I already know he's a telepath." "What? When did you find this out?" "I've sorta known for at least a month. Ever since I talked to Penny, I started to put the pieces together. The way she had talked about how important her family was to her could have only been caused by either him using the drug on her, which he didn't, or someone making her that way telepathically. "And the way he got his uncle Jake to believe he had drugged Penny. That was another thing. Penny had faked the helpless slave bit around him so he would believe it was Steven who had developed the brainwashing techniques. They knew Jake wouldn't trust Penny since she was basically an outsider." "I wish you had pointed all this out to me sooner. I was worried half to death yesterday about telling you. I didn't want..." "I know. You didn't want me to go off the deep end again. A lot of this is all my fault. I even agree with me about that. But I can't just skip out by killing myself and leaving everyone else in this mess. I think I figured out a way to help Joey and Suzi. Oh! Mom! Suzi remember my NAME!" "She did? That's wonderful!" she said giving me a surprisingly long hug. "I've been very worried about you, especially after I had let myself go and we... you know. I'm sorry for that." "I know," I said, feeling something peculiar about the way she was acting. "Let's just forget it happened." "Oh, no, Timmy. We mustn't forget it happened," she said, kissing my shoulder as she laid me back down on my back. "We must remember it as our first of many." "Mom?" I said, feeling my mother's hand bringing my dick to an erection. "I'm going to count to three. If you can't get a hold of yourself by then, I'm going to put those Cabal commands back where they belong. In your head." "Now, honey. How would you do something like that? You're too weak to get through my shield right now. And since I've disabled your powers myself, you can't even call for help. Now let me show you what Joey had me do for him this morning..." "Joey? Had you do for him?" I said finding the implied meaning too horrible to imagine. "Yes, right before I asked him to be the father of my next child. Isn't that wonderful?" "Na Na NA NAAA NOOOO!" I said wiggling out from underneath my mom. But before I could get off the bed, she grabbed control of my body and sighed. "I hoped I could have one last suck, Timmy, before Joseph takes you away from me forever. But he's calling me now... Oh, Timmy! Why did you have to resist! I'm your mother! Couldn't you just have let it happen once?!" All I could do was stare at her, unable to reply for my body was under her complete control. I was yelling at myself for not bringing those important revelations up sooner, and then kicked my ass across my mental landscape for not noticing the shower hadn't been running at all. As my body was being led back to the warehouse, my panic was really starting to rise. "Get a hold of yourself!" I told myself. "We have to stay sharp and look for any chance I get to get out of this mess. Too many people depend on it!" >From what I could see from my eyes locked straight ahead, everything seemed to be as it was. There were slaves still checking out a few prospective slaves at the last minute, and there were at least two Cabal members around who definitely were not under anyone's control. And then I saw the Inquisitor heading our way. I prayed he was coming to talk to me, and couldn't believe it when he did just that. "Tim, I'm not sure if I will have time later to go over what we discussed yesterday. If you're mother can spare you a moment, we can go to my office..." "No, but thanks anyway, Charles. I don't want to take up your time with it. I'm sorry I even bothered you about it." "I see," he said. "Well, if you change your mind, just let me know. Samantha, you know how to contact me, don't you?" "Certainly, Charles. How could I forget?" "Well, just in case we don't get a chance to say good bye later, good luck Tim. I hope everything works out," the Inquisitor said holding his large hand out to me. Like a traitor, my hand took his and shook, and my unfaithful mouth told him thanks, that I hope he worked out his little problem too. She took that straight from my own subconscious. She had to have done since I hadn't told anyone about his personal troubles. So as my best hope of rescue walked unhurriedly away, I started screaming inside, banging on the walls, kicking and cussing, trying everything I could to disrupt my leisurely walk to my doom. The cell where Steven was being held was opened as we walked up, not surprisingly finding Suzi, Joey, Penny, and David there with him. "Well, look who's here," Joseph's mocking voice said as he walked up to my mom and fondled her crotch. "How's my little woman?" "Oh, Joey... That feels soo good," my mom cooed. "MY NAME IS JOSEPH!" he screamed with a surprising amount of venom. "Your name is Joey," I thought to myself. "Joey Theodore Connor. Joey Joey Joey." "Joseph," Steven said in a calm voice, "How long now." "Thirty three minutes," he replied meekly. "Why don't you have Tim sit down and allow him to speak for now. I want to ask him a few questions." "Yes, Steven," Joey said as I sat down on the floor. "Yes, Steven," I immediately mocked when I found myself able to talk. "You want me to make you bite the tip of your tongue off?!?" Joseph warned angrily. "That would make it difficult to talk, wouldn't it Joey?" "Call me that again, and I'll.." "Joey Theodore Connor. Joey Joey Joey Joey J..." I said as my own hand started to slap me in the face. "Joey Joey Pheoy Joey gah Joey Joey oof Joey Joey.." "Enough, Joseph," Steven said as he motioned my mother over to him. "Yes Steven," Joey and I said at the same time. If looks could kill, Joseph's stare would have slain me where I sat. "While I've been locked up in here, I've had a chance to think things through. All my life my family has been working to find a way to control a telepath to control others. Now that I have done this, I find that I don't trust the results of Joseph's telepathic power as much as my and Penny's skills at using the drug. "Then when your mother let it slip I WAS a telepath, at first all I could think about was learning how to use it and rebuild my grandfather's dream. But when Joseph managed to get around your mother's controls and take her mind, I realized that the only thing I could depend on was the drug and the method. "So, I'd like to hear what you thought, not that it matters." "Fuck you," I said, watching my mother lovingly give him a twenty two. "I thought as much. Seeing I can not allow you to live once your mother has helped me take back my property along with all the others here... I suppose I've come to respect your ability to keep your hope alive. So I'm going to destroy that hope once and for all." "Not likely," I said noticing that Suzi's eyes watching me with just a hint of concern. "Steven," Penny spoke for the first time since I had arrived. "I don't want him to die. Can't we just make him my plaything like we had said earlier?" "No, Penny. While he lives, he is a threat to the family." "Oh.." she said, feeling torn in what was right and wrong. I started to hope she might again be my unknowing ally, but then she said, "You're right. Killing him would be best." "Yes, killing him is best," Joseph said smiling wickedly at me. My mother paused in her blow job, but then after Joseph had a moment of concentration on his face, she went happily back to her sucking. "Family," I thought to myself. "That had to be the key to this." "Joseph, where are your mom and dad?" I asked. "They will be here. Why? You thinking of having a last fuck with my mom?" he snarled. "No. I was worried about them. So Steven, how did you get around my little command to make sure you didn't hurt them after you brainwashed Joey into Joseph?" "Actually, I didn't," he said smiling. "I forgot to thank you for adding such a convenient factor to his psyche. I would have never had broken his loyalty to you without making him forget you if you hadn't have given me that tool. Joseph is my greatest and most trustworthy slave, all thanks to you." "So you admit in front of Joseph that you brainwashed him into being someone else?" I said, truly surprised. "Oh, yes. Joseph knows all about what I did to him, don't you Joseph?" "Yes, Steven." "Tell him why." "Yes, Steven. Because Steven is my love, my life, my God. I exist to serve Steven, and nothing else matters. Nothing in my past, nothing in my future." "You see? He is mine, and nothing you can do can take him from me." "You want to make a bet?" I said, looking deep into Joseph's hate filled eyes, searching for anything remotely familiar. But I had to look away to glance at Steven when his surprising response was, "A bet... What kind of a bet?" I thought to myself, "Think fast, kid," then said out loud, "Like, well, letting me try. I haven't had a chance yet. I was hoping to.. You said you wanted to destroy all my hope? Well here's your chance. Ask Joseph, my mom, or even the real Suzi if you can find her in there what would destroy my hope the most." "Joseph?" I felt Joseph scan my mind, seeing I was honestly trying to save my life, but that I also was telling the truth. "He thinks he has a chance of making me back into Joey. If you let him try and he fails..." "Samantha, what do you think?" Steven said. "Timmy would never be happy if he couldn't help Joey. I was worried if he ever gave up on that, he might try and kill himself again." "You see?" I said, looking back into Joseph's eyes. "Until you let me try at least once, you would simply be murdering me without having the satisfaction of breaking me first." "What would you need to do?" Steven said, expecting deceit. "Well, I would have to be able read minds, and to freely ask Joseph and everyone else in the room questions without you or anyone telling them not to answer me. You said you trusted Joseph. I'm asking you to prove your trust and let me try my best to turn him against you." "Done. Ha! This will be very entertaining." "There's just one last thing," I said. "I want you to make Joseph command you to not interfere until I've lost my hope." "How long, Joseph?" "Twenty six minutes, Steven." "Joseph, as long as he is not trying to trick us into warning the others, make me unable to interfere in whatever he tries until say.. fifteen minutes after the timer goes off." "Yes, Steven," Joseph said a little unsure. "Joseph, this is will be greatest test of your loyalty to me. I am confident you will not fail, so you should be too." "Yes, Steven," Joseph said happily with tears forming in his eyes. Just as Joseph finished wiping his eyes, his parents walked in followed by... "Gordie! RUN!" I screamed. "Ah, Master Timothy. I see you have been collected. Very good. Here is the pistol you requested Master Steven. Will that be all?" "Yes, Gordie. You may go on with your duties and forget everything you have done." "Yes, Master Steven," Gordie said with his eyes glazing over and turning to leave. "Oh, and Gordie.." Steven called out a moment later. "Please shut the door for us?" As the wall met the edges of the other two, Penny said, "Whew. Now we're safe." "Why? What's going to happen in..." I paused, checking my own semi accurate internal clock, "Twenty four minutes?" "Everyone not sealed inside a cell will be gassed. Everyone but Gordie, that is. They will not awaken until we revive and enslave them one by one." "Oh. Can we get started?" I said, not really surprised by his plans. "Joseph, this is what I want you to do. The timer will go off at five till ten, just before the auction starts. At ten thirty you will take this pistol and shoot Tim in a leg, a minute later in the other leg, shoot him in the arms the next two minutes, then finish him off at ten thirty-five by shooting him in the heart. I believe that will break any hope you have left before you die." Okay, so I couldn't keep my fear from showing after he said that. And I guess because he and Joseph were so confident, I started to doubt I could do it before Joseph carried out Steven's gruesome instructions. But then I saw Suzi's eyes looking at me with more than just concern. Her conditioning to serve Steven and Joseph was still strong enough to prevent her from defying them, but she was clearly not happy with what could take place. And when I saw her lips barely whisper, "I love you, Timmy," I regained my confidence and determination, finding Steven's threat only to be one more reason I had to make it work. "Well? I don't have much time, you know," I said looking Steven in the eyes. "Do it Joseph," Steven said, closing his eyes to avoid me possibly using my empathic power on him. "Yes, Steven." I felt Joseph's mind release some of my telepathic abilities after he had issued the commands to Steven's mind. As soon as I could feel the other's thoughts, I immediately began scanning everyone in the room. "Shit," I said when I scanned Joey's dad. Tom had been given a new identity, believing he was one of Steven's uncles that I supposedly had taken control of. Steven had brainwashed Tom to use him in making Joey believe they were part of the same family, only to find it worked even better than expected because of my commands to protect his parents. I saw that this had been the key to breaking Joey's trust and loyalty to me. Steven had planted fake memories of me abusing his parents in horrible ways, and this was how he had started forming the hatred Joseph had for me. His mother had been reconditioned to be a loving suck toy for his father. Even as I scanned their minds, Margaret was busily sucking Tom off while he seemingly ignored her and watched me with suspicion. My scans turned to my own mother, finding the commands Joseph had used on her to be very straight forward and nothing I couldn't undo if I had the chance. Somehow Joseph had found a way around my mother's commands while she was having him eat her out again late last night. While she was experiencing her orgasm, he used the moment of confusion and tricked her into allowing him to form a share link with her, then disabled her ability to resist him the next instant. With her mind restricted by his added commands, I felt my mother had been subconsciously trying to warn me by coming on to me. So even under Joseph's control, my mother may still be on my side. I scanned Penny next, seeking out the commands Steven had unknowingly given her. I found them quickly since I had a pretty good idea what to look for, and I knew that once they came out, Penny would more or less be her old self. I skipped David's mind since he had pretty much been conditioned like Michael had been, and I couldn't think of any reason scanning him could aid me. I checked on Suzi's mind next, finding she was very upset, far more than I had guessed before. I smiled at her, knowing I would give away any possibility that Joseph hadn't detected the change in her. But as she smiled back weakly, I was relieved to feel it had comforted her a little and knew it had been worth the sacrifice. I didn't want to spend much time on Steven's mind since it was filled with sickening thoughts, but I did learn some valuable information, some that I hadn't even guessed at. Steven was only three when his grandfather made Steven's life long goal to enslave and control everyone outside his family in order to continue his grandfather's dream. That was shortly before his death, and Steven's programming had been incomplete. While he was totally loyal to his family's goals, he wasn't necessarily loyal to his family. His ambition to become head of the family wasn't limited in any way, so when he awoke on top of his unconscious uncle who had been like a father to him, he didn't even hesitate to inject the rest of the green drug into his blood stream in one big surge, knowing it would burn his mind out when injected too quickly. The reason he had left me to be found by Joey and my mom that day was to give him time to take over his uncle's project more than any threat my empathic ability posed. His family blindly trusted his word and agreed to his reasoning that they needed to study my hidden talent before attempting to contain me for processing. I found that they knew a hell of a lot about the limits of telepathy, mostly due to Steven's grandfather foreseeing they would need to know these things. The wall of insanity was only one of the things he had developed over the last few years of his life. The telepathic suppressant drug was one of the key elements leading to his death. He had suffered a stroke while under its influence, and was unable to call for help. The fool had locked himself up in a cell thinking he was safer inside his wall of insanity while his powers were not working, fearing another telepath might be waiting for that moment to strike. The last thing I found from Steven was that he truly did have some loyalty to his immediate family. When he first learned that Penny had a powerful influence over her two twin boyfriends, he found himself hoping to share the glory of being the head of the family with her. He saw her as someone who shared the same desires and goals, and knew she was a lot like him in other ways just because they were brother and sister. They were both the children of a slave and master, something that his cousins had scorned him for when he was growing up. He saw Penny as a like-soul, and never attempted to deceive her about anything until he processed Suzi without her knowledge. I felt the ticking of my internal clock, and knew that I couldn't delay scanning Joey's mind any longer. I took a deep breath before attempting to probe him, only to find his mental barrier up. "Joseph, please lower your shield," I said. "No. I'll answer your questions truthfully, but I will not do that." "Steven..." I said. "Sorry. I can not interfere, remember?" Steven said with a wicked smile. "Shit. Why won't you lower your shield?" "Because I know that even though you can't use your telepathy, and neither can Samantha, there are others around that could, and I'm the only protection Steven has against that. Even Steven couldn't make me do it if it meant taking that kind of risk for his safety." "Then I will do it another way," I said, bracing myself for a huge emotional shock. When I felt I was ready, I said, "Joseph, look at me." The moment our eyes made contact and the empathic connection formed, I felt his anger and rage flooding through the link with the same intensity as before. But with so much at risk here, I managed to hold my ground and kept myself from being pushed into the deep caverns of my mind. Ever since I had come out of that dark place inside my head, my empathic senses seemed to have been considerably stronger and more sensitive. I had been constantly aware of how everyone around me felt and wasn't able to turn it off or block them out. But with all of my worries and troubles, I hadn't really thought about it. It was just another discomfort I had to live with. But as I started to get some control over deflecting the rage and hatred Joseph was thrusting at me, I realized how much my empathic senses had improved. It must have taken me at least a good ten minutes before I was able to hold his negative emotions off and try feeling around for anything else inside him. Time was still ticking, and I was very aware of it, especially when I found how much Joseph was looking forward to killing me. Normally that would have crushed me just to know that, but I didn't really care for myself any more. I had to free the others, and if that meant sacrificing myself and taking Joey with me, I knew I would do it if I got the chance. I was awash with the emotions Joseph had been forced to carry within him. I started to get just a wisp of the source for each emotion I focused on, not able to focus on anything very long without getting nearly overwhelmed by it. I had never experienced such insight to a persons emotions before, and as I spent longer and longer looking for anything I could use, I began to sense where some of the emotions came from. I tried to follow the sources of the loyalty to Steven, straining like I was pulling myself up a rope a ways, leaping onto another one as the first began to break apart, then climbing up some more, always searching desperately for another rope to grab before the one I was on started to fray. I of course wasn't climbing ropes, just attempting to back track certain strands of emotion while they flowed outwards from somewhere within Joseph's being. I finally was able to narrow my senses down enough to follow just the sense of loyalty he had for Steven. I traced the 'path' which they were coming from, and suddenly felt Joseph's/Joey's soul. I struggled to bring his soul into focus just like the twins had done for me with Michael's, Vicki's and Carol's. I quickly realized I couldn't focus on the entire 'object', but there wasn't any reason I couldn't just 'move' closer to the source of the streams of loyalty I was trying to follow. The closer I came, the harder it was to move closer, and soon I couldn't go any further. Either I was trying to stretch my abilities out too far, or the pressure of the constant outward flow of emotions was preventing me from getting any nearer. But it was close enough. My 'vision' cleared to the point were I could tell where the emotion was being emitted from, a densely blackened area which seemed to have something else sticking up from underneath. My heart jumped when I realized it was the command I had used to ensure his mom's and dad's safety. I had a clear overwhelming feeling that if I could remove that command, I would break Steven's hold over him. I let myself be pushed/pulled away, then quickly closed the empathic link. I had to take a moment to recover from the intense strain I had been under, then found everyone looking at me, waiting to see my reaction. Seeing Joseph grinning at me stirred up a little cockiness inside me, so I met his grin with my own, causing his to disappear when he probed me and he found I meant it. I dropped my smile when he did, not wanting to get him riled up when I needed to reason with him rationally. "Joseph, do you still believe I made your mom and dad my play things?" "No. Steven told me the truth about what he did and why. I know he altered them. It doesn't matter." "Do you still love them?" "Yes, just not as much as Steven." "What about Suzi? Do you still love her?" "Yes." "How important is Penny to you? You are always saying 'Steven', but it actually is 'Steven and Penny' isn't it." "Steven is the head of the family, Penny is second only to him." "So you love Penny too." "Yes." "Just as much as Steven?" "... I am not sure. Penny had never tested my loyalty, where Steven has. I don't think I could ever disobey her." "Even though I was talking about love and not loyalty, I'll accept that as an answer. What would you do if Steven or Penny had been altered by someone else. Like another telepath." "I would undo whatever they did." "Even if it was against the wishes of the other?" "I'm not sure. It depends on what the commands were." I paused a moment to consider that. I had hoped to get him to undo the commands in Penny's head, but decided to leave that for the moment. "If Steven asked you to kill Suzi, would you do it?" "Yes. I already did that once," he said with more than a hint of sorrow. "What about your mom or dad. Or even all three of them." "I would do it. I wouldn't like it, but I would do anything he asks me to do." "Including killing Penny?" "I.... I would probably kill myself first. I don't know for sure." "You used to be my friend. By best friend. Do you remember that?" "Yes. I remember everything from my old life. I loved you, maybe even more than Suzi. But all I want to do now is watch you die. Slowly. Painfully. Miserably." "Shit," I gasped, trying to keep myself from shaking from the strength of the emotions behind his words. It was hard, but I managed to keep myself from falling into that trap. He truly did remember everything. I mean, he wouldn't have known how badly that would have hurt me any other way. But Joseph wasn't finished. His goal was to make me lose my hope, and he saw a clear path to do just that. "You would know if I was lying, so I don't have to prove this to you by letting you in my head. You never knew how I hated being dependent on you for the power you shared with me. I loved you, and that was why I put up with your rules, your over exaggerated sense of right and wrong. And I knew you would never even look to see if I was breaking your damn rules behind your back. "Yeah, that's right. Sweet lovable Joey, your most trusted buddy, had some fun that you wouldn't have liked him to have while we were share-linked. Remember how I went to my cousin's football game that one Friday night? Well, I only watched enough football so I could think about it while I was talking with you if you mentioned anything. You're so gullible. "I felt like I was in a candy store with the shopkeeper out to lunch. And with a nice big bottle of drink to keep me going, I must have taken nearly fifty cherries before I was too tired to fuck any more. I even programmed the best looking ones to return to being my fuck sluts whenever they saw me scratch myself. You never even caught on when Lisa Wong saw me while we were at the mall that time with LeAnne and I accidentally scratched while she was watching me. I fucked her in the men's room while you, Suzi, and the twins were busy helping LeAnne load all that shit you bought her." Stunned by his revelation, I could only stare at him as he grinned at me. He knew I wasn't able to even think straight, much less attempt to somehow undo Steven's hold on him. I couldn't believe it. Joey, the real Joey had... "NO!" I said, brushing my horror aside. "YOU WILL NOT DISTRACT ME ANY MORE! You hate me, right? You despise me more than anything, right?" "Yes." "MORE than you love Steven and/or Penny?" "Yes." "Shit. Then WHY do you allow one of MY commands to remain in your head?" "Because I can't remove it. I've fucking tried." "You want it out?" "Yes." "There is only one person on this planet can do it. And it's ME!" "It's too late for you," Joseph said, picking up the gun. He turned to me and pinched his nose to say in a high pitched voice, "The time will be ten... thirty... at sound of the gunshot." "No!," Suzi said standing up, surprising everyone in the room including herself. But seeing she had gone that far, Suzi carefully walked up to Joseph and said, "Please Joseph? Don't? Please?" "I'm sorry Suzi. I'll make you forget all about him, but now it's..... FUCK!" "What is it?" Penny asked. "I was just checking the time again... I've been concentrating on killing Tim so much I just now realized I've been watching the time through someone's eyes that should be asleep. The gas. It didn't go off!" "That's right," my mom said. "Now put down the gun. They are about to open the door." "NO!" Joey said, pointing the gun straight at my head. "IF IT OPENS HE DIES! AND STOP TRYING TO TAKE ME OVER! I'LL KILL HIM FASTER THAN YOU CAN STOP MY FINGER!" I felt another mind scanning mine, and felt the Inquisitor undo the restrictions to my telepathic abilities. The instant he finished, I attempted to take Steven's mind, finding Joey had switched his share link to him the moment my mother had broken the one with her. Joey was shielding both of them, but I still had another idea to try. With very little effort, I canceled Steven's commands in Penny's head, just as Joseph undid Steven's inability to interfere. "Joseph, kill him now. We have plenty of hostages here. He's too dangerous alive now." "With pleasure," Joseph said aiming for my heart. But Suzi stepped between us, and for a moment I thought Joseph wouldn't go on. But then he said, "Tim, make her move out of the way. I'll kill her too if I have to." "Suzi, stay right where you are," Penny said, moving to stand in front of her. "Joseph, give me the gun. We can not win here. Killing him would only make things worse." "Please, Joey," my mom said. "MY NAME IS JOSEPH!" he cried. "GET OUT OF MY WAY PENNY! I'LL KILL EVER GOD DAMN ONE OF YOU IF I HAVE TO!" then cocked the gun to make his point. "Joey Theodore Connor!" I made his mother say. "Put that gun down, or you'll be in deep shit!" "JOEY! Listen to your MOTHER!" his father said. I was almost as surprised as Joseph since I hadn't been the one to do it. I quickly scanned to find my mom had made him say it, but Joseph also had scanned the pair of them and now was really getting angry. "FUCK with my FAMILY, WILL YOU!" he said pointing the gun at my mom. "Joey, stop it!" Suzi said stepping out from behind Penny. "STOP CALLING ME JOEY!" he said, aiming the gun at her. "Joey..." my mom called. "Joey..." I echoed. "Joey..." Penny continued. "Joey..." Suzi joined in. "NO! STOP IT!" Joseph screamed, covering his ears with both hands, still holding the gun but pointed up at the ceiling. The four of us continued to call his true name, then I had to break off a moment to stop Steven from trying to get the gun from Joseph. I physically wasn't a match for him, but the moment I made eye contact, Steven was temporarily overcome by my anger for what he had done to my loved ones. I quickly had Joey's parents and David hold him down, then remembered something I had picked up from somebody's head. With a quick chop to the neck, I rendered Steven unconscious along with very nearly breaking my little finger on the edge of his collar bone. The three females were circling Joseph calling his name in a mocking sing song way, then I suddenly found his eyes looking towards me. With a look of pure determination, he started to lower the gun towards me, and I knew he would kill me if I didn't stop him. The empathic connection formed instantly, and I had to press hard against the sudden rush of emotions flooding into me, pushing everything I could muster into the chaos he was emitting. I focused on everything we had done together, felt for each other, meant to each other. I pushed how easily I would sacrifice my life for Joey's or Suzi's, not even noticing the gun continue to be lowered past my heart. His chaos stormed through both of us, building in intensity and power as I continued giving him every thing I could. I started throwing my feelings for Suzi, my mom, Holly, LeAnne, everyone I could think of in to that hurricane of emotion. We were both straining very hard against the conflicting emotions, and suddenly we both just fell to our knees while the incredible volume of emotions began interfering with everyone else's ability to think. Our eyes had broken their contact, but the empathic link remained. The gun went off when he fell forward and tried to catch himself, but apart from noticing I hadn't been hit, I ignored everything else afterwards accept for what I started to see happen within Joseph's mind. His mind. I could see his thoughts. When I realized he had dropped his mental barrier, I immediately went into his mind and started to tug on the command stuck beneath the emotional waste. Using the power of the emotions swirling within us, I mentally lurched and swayed, attempting to pull this tiny stick out of a slab of cement. I tried and tried, oh how I tried. I was convinced I had to do it now or never have the chance to again. So I stopped transmitting the feelings I had been sending him for a few moments, and just as Joseph's personality started to reassert himself, I released them all in one giant surge while tugging on the little twig of a command. When it came out, I fell flat on my face with Joseph's screams in my ears. His mind was falling apart with the sudden void in his mind, and as I looked up, I saw him grab the gun and aim it at his own head. But Steven's voice weakly said, "Joseph, no.." thankfully diverting his attention from his mind's collapse. "MY NAME IS JOEY, YOU FUCKING BASTARD!" Joey cried as he aimed the gun at Steven and fired. And fired. And fired. And fired. Once in each leg and each arm. Steven's blood was quickly oozing out of all four limbs, and as Steven's mind became aware of what had happened to him, he found Joey wasn't finished yet. "Joey! NO" I said when I saw him take aim at Steven's chest. Joey wheeled around at the sound of my voice, and I saw his clearing head was still filled with hatred for me. "The time is.." he said as he aimed for my head began pulling the trigger. I closed my eyes waiting for everything to end in a big red flash. The gun went off, and a moment later when the bullet hit me over the right eye, all I felt was a curious burning sensation before everything became distant and black. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Tim, the Teenage MC By Rass Senip - Proofread by Evil Eye Chapter XII: 10th Grade, Summer 1987 Part 4 - The Little Girl Inside (mf, anal) I was hot. And itchy. Hot and itchy. "I'll take off my shirt. That will make me feel better. Gotta wake up to take off my shirt." Like someone turning up the volume on the TV, sounds of activity faded in as I began feeling my body wake up. When I opened my eyes, I had to squint from the light in my face. I raised my hand to move the desk light out of my eyes, but didn't complete the motion for I felt this awful pain from the right side of my forehead surge from the movement I had made. "OW!" I gasped, sending my hand to clasp the bandage covering the source of the pain. I had closed my eyes again and stayed still a few moments, then looked over at the activity on the other side of the room. A man and two women wearing smocks were busily trying to stabilize Steven, and hadn't noticed I was awake. But then a door opened along the wall behind me, and my dad came in with one of his nurses, and gave me happy look. The first thing I said was, "Why aren't I dead?" "Why? You want to be?" he said trying to sound like he was in the joking mood. "No," I said with a touch of irritation, finding his statement rather distasteful. "What happened?" I said closing my eyes as the busty nurse moved the light back into my eyes. "The bullet only grazed your skull. Your mother tried to stop him firing, but accidentally caused him to pull the trigger after she altered his aim. You were lucky. Another inch and you would had been.... Timothy?" "Yeah?" He sighed and sat down on the edge of the padded bench I was laying on. "You and your mother have... well, you've changed my life. I didn't know how much until you turned up missing, and then when your mother was taken by Joey... I know we've had our differences, but at the same time we're... closer, aren't we?" I was looking at my dad's fiddling hands, having never seen him appear so nervous before. I had felt what he was trying to say when he had sat down, and was searching my own feelings for him. I still had my reservations, for I didn't trust his motivations, or his sense of right and wrong. But I knew he was trying to change, and the only reason for that was for my mom and I. Plus, the entire time I had known him, he always had been trying to do what he thought was in my best interests, even when he had tried to brainwash me and Joey using the twins. So, for the first time in my life I actually saw him as my dad, not just my birth father who was obligated to support me and do stuff for me. I guess I never let myself believe he had been giving me things and doing things with me because it made him happy. I always had the thought in the back of my mind that he did those things either out of his sense of family duty, or to butter my mom up by being her son's father like she wished. Knowing there was no better way to let him know how I felt, I said, "Dad? Look at me, please?" He knew what that meant, and with just a slight hesitation, he looked over at me and allowed me to make eye contact. The empathic connection formed, and I immediately felt how real his feelings were for my mom and I. We had become the center of his life, especially my mom, and that just made my own feelings for him jump a little higher. And there was something else he felt towards me. It took me a few moments to realize what it was, then just as I was closing the link, I got it. Admiration. My own father admired me for the way I could get what I wanted without having to use my abilities in altering people to fit my wishes. It directly conflicted with his desire that I share in his own beliefs and pleasures, for one of the greatest joys he had was finding a fresh young girl and taking her mind, followed by her ass. As my father and I had our first truly shared hug, I decided I could bend a few rules for my dad and instead of us always doing that I wanted to do, I would let him talk me into doing a few of the things that he liked to do. Especially when I had just realized that many of those things involved crossing a lot of those damn lines I had made in the dirt, and I figured who would be better to share the moment of wiping them out than with my pop. "Well, isn't this a surprise," my mom said, finding us still in a hug. We both immediately separated, my dad clearing his throat noisily several times while I laid back down feeling my cheeks burn with embarrassment. My mom walked up to my dad and held her left hand out slightly for him to take it, then I watched them look at each other with that grin. You know, the kind that people get when they are feeling very happy thoughts for each other, and you know that eventually they would wrap their arms around the other and stand there for twenty minutes rubbing their backs and speaking softly, kissing gently every once in a while. I closed my eyes when I dad stood up, and tuned out their soft talking and gentle kisses, attempting to go back to sleep. My parents never even got the chance to go for a second round of kisses when we were interrupted by a Cabal member stomping in demanding medical attention. He was nude and had cuts all over his chest and back, and a really nasty gash across his left cheek. "Bergenstein, what happened to you?" my dad asked. "You know that fucking bitch I've been working with? Well, I gave up today and just went ahead and did it the old fashioned way. Made her my suck and fuck doll, then went in and started using her. Fuck, Grodmen. I never knew what hit me. All of a sudden she was back to her old self, cutting me open with her nails... Say, can I borrow your nurse?" "Deb, go tend to Bergenstein's wounds," my dad said as he grinned from my mom teasing his earlobe. "Is that the same one you were having trouble with last week?" "Same fucking one. I finally solved that problem by running the water until her shit dissolved completely. You know, I'm kind of glad she did this. Now I'm twice as determined break her, and then I'll get her back real good for smearing her shit in my face." "WHAT!" I said sitting up at attention a little too fast. I held my head as the spinning room slowed to a stop, then said, "What did she do?" "She fucking grabbed a handful of her shit and nearly choked me with it, that's what! I'll really make her suffer for getting it in my nose like that! I've already punished her for trying to bite my dick off by putting some..." "Where is she? What cell?" I said getting up slowly. "What? Oh, ah.. Cell H4, row 9. I wouldn't go in there if there's any shit laying around.." he warned just before the nurse started to apply an disinfectant that made him jump. "Tim, where do you think you're going?" my mom asked as I walked carefully towards the door. "It's Elsie. I mean it's Melissa. Or both, I mean. I got to go.. I can't believe I forgot about her..." I didn't even get out the door before my head made me stop and lean against the wall. "I think you better stay here and rest," my mom said attempting to lead me back to the bench. "No!" I said, pulling my hand from her grasp crankily. "I have to go see her.. Shit." I said finding my sudden movement making my head pound even worse. "You're not going anywhere, mister," my mom said a bit crankily too. "She can wait until you can..." "No! I'm going! Just as soon as..." I said, trying to make my head stop its throbbing. "You're not, and that's..." my mom said with her hands on her hips. "Sam," my dad interrupted. "Let me take him to see her, then I'll make sure he gets his rest afterwards," then turned to me and added, "If he swears that if I think he can't handle her or he gets worse he'll listen to me when I tell him to stop." "Okay," I said. "Charles, I'm not so sure...." my mom said, trying to keep her cool. "Sam..." he warned her. "Remember that talk we had about a month ago?" "You slime ball.." my mom said. "All right! But if you let OUR son hurt himself, YOU'LL be the one sorry for it." "Thanks," I said after my dad helped me out the door and we were safely out of ear shot. "My pleasure," he said. I felt he had meant that even more than he had let on, but allowed him the illusion of some privacy. As he helped me into the wheelchair which I was grateful that he had found, I realized my empathic senses had become sensitive enough that I hadn't really needed to scan anyone's mind to guage their intentions or even know what they were thinking. Before Joey's hatred temporarily overloaded my mind, I only received intermittent vibes from other people, and mostly only when they were feeling a certain emotion very strongly. But now I could generally feel what the people around me were feeling without eye contact, and while I couldn't sense everything they were feeling that way, this still gave me quite an edge on others. Especially when dealing with other telepaths who could hide their thoughts from my probes. I closed my eyes and let him do the driving, trying to relax and make my head ache go away. But the pain made me think of Joey's share link, and then immediately had to ask what happened to him. "Your mother barely kept him from shooting at you again, and had to use Penny's big boy to hold him until we could get him out of there. He's been sedated and put in a cell for now. Tim, I'm afraid whatever you did unbalanced his mind. I'm not saying he's crazy, just out of control. Do you understand?" "Yeah, I think so. What about Suzi and Penny? Penny doesn't deserve to be locked up like a prisoner. She wasn't herself before." "Suzi's back in our room along with Joey's parents, but Penny is now the property of the Cabal along with Steven. I'm sorry Tim, but there is nothing I can do." I wanted to argue about that, but I knew he wasn't the one I had to argue with. So I sat quietly trying to find some excuse for forgetting Melissa like that. When we reached the cell, my dad had to alter a few of Bergenstein's men to allow us access, then before my dad would let me open the door, he insisted we see what the monitors showed us. As soon as I saw her crouched in the middle of the room fighting her drowsiness as she waited for the next attack, I pounded the open button and ignored my dad's warning about the small pile of shit right next to her. As soon as I could slip through the opening crack, I found Melissa nails ready and shit in hand looking at me with wild eyes six feet away and quickly closing. When I didn't see her expression change, I suddenly feared she might just finish me off before recognizing me. "Melissa! It's me, Tim!" I yelled backing away as fast as I could. She continued her hostile approach, and suddenly I found myself falling over my own feet. I managed to avoid hitting my head, but then found Melissa getting ready to slash. "Elsie, NO!" I cried, putting my arms up to protect my face. But when I felt the huge surge of emotion from her, I lowered my arms and found her starting to shake and cry as she sank to her knees beside me. I didn't even care about the mashed shit in her left hand as I sat up and let her wrap her arms around me. I managed to avoid blacking out while she squeezed the life out of me and smothered me with her breasts. Then suddenly I was falling backwards when my dad's voice said, "Careful bitch! He's not well.." My head hit painfully against the metal grill floor, and I barely managed to keep it from bouncing the third time. I must have yelled loud enough to be heard out in the parking lot, and that was probably the only thing that saved my dad from getting his face slashed. Up went my dizzy head again when she realized what she had done, but this time Melissa started to pull me on top of while trying to drag us both away from my dad. "Now stop that," my dad said. "Can't you see you're hurting him. I'm not going to harm you or Tim." "He's my dad, Melissa," I managed to whimper to her. "Damn it, stop tugging!" She stopped moving us away, but pulled me up on top of her a little more so she had me laying up against her chest while she tried to comfort me and protect me at the same time. When my head settled down enough I could stop grimacing from the pain, I said, "Dad? could you give us a few minutes alone?" "All right, but then you have to go to our room and get some rest. Agreed?" "Okay, but it might be a little more than a few minutes. I don't think I could make it to the wheel chair without passing out, but I'm starting to feel better just laying here. Can I just rest here for a while? I promise we'll be good." I was a little surprised when I felt him attempt to probe me. I quickly realized he hadn't meant to, and just had accidentally triggered it while considering whether I was well enough to stay or not. He was just about to cancel it when I surprised him by allowing him access to my mind, something I never thought I would do. "Just don't overexert yourself, son," he said softly a few moments later. Then without another word he walked out and shut the door to give us the illusion of some privacy. Elsie gave me a gentle hug, then carefully moved us over slightly so she could lean up against the wall and continue to hold me. She tried to clean her hand off as much as possible, knowing how much the odor displeased me, but I told her it was okay, and that the smell didn't bother me anymore. Figuring I was lying, which I was, she was careful to keep that hand as far away from my face as possible. Her other hand was gently rubbing by chest through my shirt, and even though I would have liked to get out of my itchy clothes, I didn't try stopping myself from falling asleep with her purring sounds in my ears. She must have laid there with me against her for I don't know how many hours before I was awakened by the starting of the cleaning cycle. The disinfectant and cleanser seeped into the bandage on my head, and suddenly I had to rip it off, followed by immediately having to shield it from the falling cleanser. I was fighting back tears when the rinse cycle started, and was gasping and grimacing while I let the water rinse it out, finding it almost as bad as the disinfectant and cleanser had been. By the time the water shut off, I was bleeding all over myself, but thankful the intense burning had stopped. I had sat up while rinsing my wound out, and Elsie had taken that opportunity to escape her entrapment from underneath me, and I found her busily eating what there was of her dinner. Other than the small trickle of blood from my forehead, I was feeling better than I had earlier. I decided I could walk, then almost reconsidered it when I tried, but made my way towards the wall that was the door anyway. When the wall started to open as I had commanded, Elsie almost knocked me off my feet trying to back me away so she could defend us. But I only had to smile at her and hold out my hand for her to realize I was taking her out of there. I realized my hand was shaking from my shivering when she took it, and decided the first order of business was to get dry. I also added getting a new bandage to that when I wiped the blood off that was about to drip off my chin. Seeing that they didn't have anything to guard now, I sent the two blocky men off to fetch my dad's nurse and bring us some clean towels. I spotted my wheelchair and gratefully sat down in it to rest a moment. Elsie was still holding my hand, looking all around her with eyes of wonder. I realized she had never seen the outside of one of those rooms, and then remembered I had run across the location of the room where she first had met her Master while I was browsing Steven's mind. When the first guard came back with the towels, I had him help me take my clothes off and dry me off before pushing me in my wheelchair, heading towards that room of hers. The room was actually another cell, but had a normal door separating the bedroom and a small hall. The hall didn't go anywhere until the door was safely locked, then the far wall was opened from outside just like the rest. I felt her excitement when she recognized the room, then had to hold her off from dragging me to the bed for a fuck. I convinced her to take a shower while the nurse bandaged my wound, and actually had to wait a while before she finally came out. I nearly didn't recognize her when she opened the bathroom's door. She had shaven her legs and arm pits, cut her hair real nice, and to top it all off she had oiled her body up making her dark skin glisten erotically in the light. My already hard dick jumped from the sight, almost trying to disattach from the rest of me to get at that hot piece of snatch. And as she came close, her tongue started to tease me with its motions, and her hands made some very exciting motions that made my mouth water. I scooted back from the edge of the bed and laid down with my flag pole sticking straight up, watching her climb onto the bed like a big cat stalking her prey. She crawled up my body, letting the tip of my cock slowly drag across her chest and belly before halting with my cock aimed right for her nicely trimmed puss. I was filled with expectation and lust, not caring that the nurse recommended another twelve hours before intercourse, and could barely contain myself from reaching up and pulling her hot body down on top of me. But just as I felt she was about to plunge herself down, Elsie's personality was brushed aside and Melissa's face went from showing a seductive sexually aroused woman to the smiling face of a little girl. "Hi Tim!" she exclaimed. When I groaned from frustration, she said, "What's wrong? Aren't you happy to see me?" "Melissa, has anyone told you your timing sucks?" I said, giving her a weak grin back. "What do you mean?" she said before noticing my still hard cock below her. "Oh. Is that all you two do?" "No. But it what we like doing the most. Haven't you ever watched?" "Why? It's gross. As soon as Elsie pointed out I was growing boobs, I made sure I would never have to do that stuff. Elsie does it for me." "Melissa, do you trust me?" I asked. "I guess so." "Then let me show you what it is supposed to be like. Just once. I promise I'll stop if you say." "No way. It's gross. And it hurts." "No it doesn't. It feels good. And it doesn't have to be gross. Just trust me, okay?" I said, forming an empathic connection and sharing the tenderness I was feeling while rubbing her cheek with the back of my fingers. "But... I promised I wouldn't, and I'm not old enough... and.." "How old are you, then? You look old enough to me." "I... I guess... I don't know how old I am. But I don't think I want to.." I started to use my magic touch a little on her cheek, and since she wasn't stopping it, I started turning it up a little. "There now. Just lay down on top of me a while and let me give you a little loving. That's it." "Tim?" she said after feeling my hands slide up and down her body in an attempt to arouse her. "Yes?" "If I did do it, I'd probably want to do it again, right?" "Probably, yeah." "Then I can't do it. I don't want to become like Elsie and have to do it all the time with every man who wants me to." "You wouldn't, silly. People don't normally go around having sex with every person who offers. You wouldn't want to do it with anyone except someone who you care for. You saved my life, Melissa. I care about you, and want to share what it means to be free and alive. And making love is one of the nicest things a person can do. Ask Elsie. I made love to her, and it was completely different than the sex we had." Several more minutes went by without either of us saying anything out loud, but her body started to respond to my caresses enough that I gently rolled us over so she was on her back with me on top. "I don't..." she said before I put my finger over her lips to hush her. I looked deeply into her eyes and lowered my face to hers, finding her fear ebbing away and her excitement rising. She closed her eyes before my lips touched hers, then passively allowed me to kiss her. I felt her excitement building even more as she followed her instincts and wrapped her arms around me. My own excitement started to grow as she began to actively kiss me back and explore my back with her hands. I was surprised when her tongue snaked out of her mouth and into mine, never expecting her to be the one to try it first. Her tongue's movements quickly lost its obvious lack of experience, and soon we were frenching like pros. At some point my dick had grown hard again, and when I shifted my positions slightly, she suddenly felt its presence and gasped. We broke the kissing off and panted in each other's faces as a battle between her fear and lust waged inside her head. When I saw her fear was winning, I kissed her on the lips gently, then rolled off and laid down beside her. But I wasn't giving up, just changing tactics. I took her hand and started kissing my way up her fingers, up the back of the hand, then slowly made my way up her arm. By the time I reached her shoulder, she was back in the groove of things, and at the first chance she got, she pressed her lips against mine and attempted to french once more. I kept my mouth shut until she had settled down and was simply trying to kiss, then slightly parted my lips and allowed her cautious tongue to get its satisfaction while adjusting our position again so that she was on her back and I was partially on top of her again. Once I was where I wanted to be, I broke our mouth apart, then began kissing down her neck while turning my magic touch up to a decent level. Between my lips and my roaming right hand, Melissa was starting to lose her fear to her arousal and pleasure. And to my pleasure, when my mouth reached her left nipple, I found Melissa felt every bit of my magic touch, not having bothered to block its senses while she was in control. When she started to consistently gasp at my sucking and groping of her breasts, I decided it was time to make or break the horse's back, and started my hand on its journey towards her heavenly patch below. When my hand was on its final approach, crossing the open plains of her lower belly, she suddenly started to have a battle of nerves, and I saw I either would have to forget it, or risk it all and go for it. My hand dived for her pleasure knob, and was rewarded by a nice moan while her head went way back and her crotch pressed against my hand. I didn't try to press my advantage any more yet, however, and only gently stimulated her crotch with my hand until she had recovered her wits. Once I saw she had accepted what I was doing, I kissed her breast and then her tummy as I moved down and positioned my head between her legs. "What are you going to do?" she said nervously. "I'm going to kiss you, like this," I replied before taking a nose dive into her hot wet cunt. Her lovely moan and series of gasps gave me such a hardon that I stopped simply kissing her and started going full out. I was probing her pussy with my tongue, finding it very familiar, yet somewhat new and exciting. Then I realized what it was that made it so much more pleasurable. In every sense but physically, she was a virgin to sex. So when her legs clamped around my back and she started to hump my face, I nearly came from the unexpected pleasure, then quickly changed my mind when she hurt my bandaged wound. To my astonishment, when I tried to make her let go of me by pressing my finger gently against her rose, her ass opened up and swallowed my finger, triggering the no longer a girl's first orgasm. When she did let me go, my pain was long forgotten, having lusted for that ass for who knows how many weeks. My finger was starting to move in and out of her ass freely, I having helped myself to her pussy juices to lubricate her other hole. God she was tight. When I finally worked my second finger in, I knew I would never enter her ass without causing her a great deal of pain at first. I was very disappointed. I felt dizzy by the time I had pulled my fingers out of her ass, having overexerted myself again. I remember her calling my name while I crawled off to the side of her, my senses starting to darken. I didn't lose consciousness, but everything went dark and quiet for a moment, then came back slowly. "Are you okay?" Melissa asked worriedly. "I'll be all right after a while. I just need some rest." "And something to eat," she said when my stomach growled. "Yeah. I guess I haven't eaten in a long time." "Would it be okay if I let Elsie back so I could tell the others?" "Why don't you just go to them physically and tell them?" "Huh? You mean... I hadn't thought..." She paused a few moments while I felt her emotions go haywire with hope then extreme grief. "Tim? I want to find my family," she said as she burst into tears. I groaned internally but managed to sit up and hold her while she wept. She cried a long time, longer than I had done with her. She had years of emotions built up inside her, never being able to release them since she didn't dare show her true self to the outside world. Eventually I had to lay down again, and found her quite willing to lay on top of me while she recovered her latest bout of sorrow. I drifted off a few times during her periods of rest, then would be awakened when she started to cry again. I woke up finding she had fallen asleep herself, and felt my lack of food having an effect on my well being. It was well into the evening by then, and most of the cooks were already finished cleaning up. I found my dad's chef and asked him to whip something up and have it brought to the room, but found him a bit cranky and fairly unwilling. I was in the midst of altering his attitude when I realized what I was doing. I had been very upset by all those people having been taken advantage of and made to serve the other's wishes. I couldn't bear the thought that all these people would be enslaved and made to do who knows what for the rest of their lives. But the people who were already enslaved I didn't have a problem with changing them to suit my purposes. I had been living with people my dad had made his servants all this time without setting but a few of them free. What the hell was wrong with me? But then I saw the other side of the equation. My dad would never forgive me if I turned all his servants loose. In fact I knew that many of those people had been slaves so long that they wouldn't be able to take up a normal life without being programmed for it, and what kind of life would they live like that? Like Carol. She's been his car slut longer than I had been alive, over half her life. If she was suddenly set free, she would most likely seek out the security of what she had with my dad and wind up doing it for someone else who might not take care of her. I knew in Carols case, my dad would take care of her as long as he lived, her being as much of a keep sake as anything else. Dad does keep good care of his possessions. Then I got to thinking about the others. My dad didn't have any female servants over the age of twenty-eight at the mansions. Just last February he had reprogrammed two of his maids with the skills he required for hiring them as accountants. They moved out of the mansion and into a decent apartment building he owned, and would probably live there the rest of their lives faithfully working for him during the day, then afterwards attempt to recover a somewhat normal life living in a building full of women. Less than a third ever find a husband, most of them turning to a lesbian life with the multiple partners available at home. So instead of making the chef do it, I bribed him by promising him a night of fucking the nurse who I knew wouldn't mind since she had 'noticed' him several times while in my presence. Something about chef's white uniform drove her absolutely bonkers. That was why she had become a nurse. Doctors wear similar white outfits. Deb was checking me over by the time the cook brought the cart of food in, awaking Melissa with its rattle. Once the two professionals were finished with their duties, I sent them on their way, noting they weren't a bad looking couple, but maybe that was because their outfits did kind of match. We said very little as we pigged out, Melissa going absolutely nuts over the taste of real food again. When our tummies had enough, we both laid down on our backs and felt the drowsiness set in. I fell asleep without much trouble, but later woke up from Melissa calling my name. "Tim, can we... You know. Do that again? I want to go tell my friends and ask them where they are so I can find them for real, but... Oh! I'm already starting to do it!" she whined. "Hey, its not what you think. When's the last time you were in control of your body this long?" "Not since I made Elsie," she said sadly. "You have to realize that you just woke up in a woman's body for the first time in your life, right after having your first orgasm," I said. She gave me confused look, so I added, "Orgasm. That's what you call that feeling that felt really good." "Oh.." she said still disturbed. "Melissa, you're a woman now. I know you don't feel like one, but maybe that's because you've hid behind Elsie all this time and she did all your growing up for you. I still am not sure what Elsie is, but I know she is a real person. A real woman. Maybe if you can figure out a way to merge her with yourself you..." "NO! She's so... Gross! I don't want to be anything like her!" she sobbed. "Hey! That's not being fair to her. She's done the best she could. You owe her for keeping you in one piece while you hid from your troubles and made her deal with them." "But she isn't real! She's not me!" "You may believe that, but I don't. From what I've seen, she started out as a copy of you, but you and her grew apart because you didn't experience everything she did. You may be the one in control, but she's lived your life for you. If anything, SHE has more right to your body than you do. SHE is the real Melissa. You're just what she used to be." "NO! How can you say that! I trusted you! I liked you! I... Did that thing with you!" she screamed getting off the bed and backing towards the door. "Melissa.." I said attempting to capture her eyes with mine as I had the outer and inner door sealed. "Why are you doing this!" she said after running to the door and trying it. "Because I'm your friend, but I'm also Elsie's friend too. Now calm down. I'm not going to make you do anything you don't want to do. And if you think about it, how could I? You could knock me flat just by breathing on me." "But... But..." she stammered. "You want me to become her!" "NO! No, no, no, no, noooo," I said walking up to her shaking my head. "You silly. You won't become her. You are the little girl inside her that she lost to the things they put her through. Don't you see? She needs you. And you need her because you can't handle this on your own. The person you two would become together wouldn't you or her, but both. You'll be whole again." Finally her eyes did meet mine, but I didn't bother forming the empathic connection. Instead I just let our gaze pull us closer for a kiss, then found her pushing me back towards the bed. She laid me down in the bed then started to copy what I had done to her. Her lips kissed their way down to my nipple, but then continued their way to my crotch. I couldn't believe she was going that far so quickly, but didn't stop her when she took my dick in her hand and gave it a few experimental tugs. Melissa stopped and looked at me, seemingly asking me a question with her eyes. "What is it, sweet thing?" "Nothing," she said, letting my dick go and crawling up my body like Elsie had done that afternoon. And when she was in the same position that Elsie had been in before she had taken over, I saw she was going to continue it herself. But as my dick finished aligning itself, she asked, "Will this make me a woman?" "Sweetie, the thing that makes you a woman is time. This is only one of the things a girl, or boy for that matter, has to deal with while they grow up. This won't fix your problems, and it might make them worse. You don't have to do it, okay?" "But this is what Elsie does?! She wants to do it!? And I guess I do too?! What does this mean?" "It means you have nothing to fear by joining with Elsie. Don't you see? She is you! You are her! The only difference is one went through hell while the other stopped growing up! You have to merge to become the real Melissa. "SHIT!" I said as she plunged herself down on my cock, feeling her emotions running through her mind freely. I couldn't focus on what she was doing, feeling my head hurting from the physical exertion I was expending while she fucked my cock at a maddening speed. Her initial burst of energy quickly ran out, slowing down a bit and starting to do more than just fuck. Her lips found mine, and while her tongue forced its way into my mouth, I gave into the lust she was building up inside me and reached around her to feel her smooth back. Just like she had done when we first kissed, Melissa's fucking became less amateurish and more controlled and refined. I was enjoying myself, feeling the comfort of her familiar body, and then suddenly realized there was more to it than that. Right then her humping changed dramatically, and I recognized Elsie's and my favorite fuck pattern, the long tall hump, but yet wasn't exactly the same. I checked my suspicion by using my magic touch on her breast, then continued to pleasure her like that when her sudden squeal told me she had felt it. Her deep breathing finally made her stop the intermittent kisses she had been giving me, and I listened to her panting and grunting in my ear. I found myself desiring to hear the lovely sounds of her moans, so activated my invisible cock and made her feel its tip against her ass. The second I did that, I got the opposite response I had expected. She whirled around so fast my real cock got twisted in the process, and that ended the love session for the moment. "Sorry," she said realizing what had happened. "That's okay. I should have said something first," I said as I laid my little man down gently. "How does it feel to be whole again?" "Nice," she said, maneuvering herself into a sixty nine position. "But you were wrong about something." "Oh? What's that?" I said quickly as her tongue licked across my nuts and her crotch eased itself onto my mouth. "I'll do it with anyone," she said between licks. "Oh? What happened to it being gross?" I said before nibbling her hood. "That was something I grew out of a long time ago," she said licking my cock like a lollipop. As we kept up the oral gratification, my mind kept focusing on her ass only inches away. I finally couldn't take it any longer and started to slip my right hand cautiously up her side and over my head where her butt was. She became still when I used my magic touch on her rose, and flinched when I managed to insert my finger inside her. Then she let out a "ssssssssssssssssssssaaaaa" when I started to move my finger in and out, then started grunting with pleasure. I worked the second one in, finding her attempting to relax her back door, then was shocked to find her loosening up a great deal more. "DO IT!" she suddenly gasped. "Do it NOW before I change my MIND!" I moved as fast as I could, finding my chance at the ass of my desires, and had my cock pressing at her asshole before she had taken the next breath. I only briefly paused to check and make sure she was sure, then told her to try and keep pushing until I was all the way in. We both took a deep breath, then she immediately let it out in a delightful moan as my cock slid easily into her anal socket. Her ass was ten times the pleasure than Teresa's had been, and something about a black woman's ass just drives me wild. I could barely believe I was all the way in, feeling her heart beat through her tight ass's walls. It promised to be the best ass fuck I had had for a long time. As if someone had flipped a switch, I started fucking her ass in synchrony with her rocking back and forth, quickly adapting our favorite fucking style to work doggy style. The moans and grunts we both made drove me totally ballistic, making me hump with vigor that of course resulted in making me dizzy again. I had to lay down on top of her back, making sure that my dick stayed in while I waited out the darkening of my vision and hearing. When I felt myself able to continue, I gave her lovely brown back a few tasty licks, then straightened back up to have another go. It took a few pumps to get her back into the mood for it, and then realized she was faking a fair amount of her moans and groans. It didn't produce as much pleasure as she had let on, and she didn't feel all that great about it in the first place. But it was her way of thanking me for setting her free, and knew me well enough to know my turn ons. One of the things that made me want to have anal sex with women was the pleasure I got from sharing what it felt like with them. I wanted them to experience the joy of anal sex, knowing most of them would never get beyond the initial pain and discomfort without my help. So to find Melissa not getting the most from the experience was extremely disappointing. But instead of giving up, I asked her to get on her back, then re-entered her ass and bent forward to kiss her. While we petted each others tongues, I gently probed her in a manner that was a request to open a link. When her response was positive, I formed a two way and immediately found her pleasure rising three fold. We swapped bodies pretty quickly, with her wanting to experience having a dick to fuck with, while I wanted to diagnose the weak pleasure signals she received from her ass. I found the cause to be an old block she had unknowingly set while her brother entered her ass the first time, and when I released it, I knew it was time to try again. She didn't want to give up my body, but I promised her she would get another chance when I was feeling up to it, then had to kick her out before she could resist. The moment we had our own senses back to ourselves, I sent a pulse of my magic touch out my dick, then smiled as she emitted a moan I knew was real. And that was what triggered my desire to break her and enslave her to my will so I could let her go. I was my new self again, feeling the power and knowing I could do it without making her into something she wasn't meant to be. I wanted her to always remember me, to always desire me, and most importantly, to be free of any distrust for me. I formed my invisible cock and plunged it into her smushed pussy, feeling her jump and squirm as my real cock started to grow inside her. I started sending pulses of heat and pleasure through her pussy and ass, driving her to a lovely orgasm that would only be the first of who knew how many. I started bobbing my head up and down, teasing her with magic touch filled licks that made her frantically lick me back whenever I came into range. Her mind had already submitted itself to the pleasure I was giving her, and now I began using my empathic senses to manipulate my stimulation to her body and make her mine. As I stopped to rest, I sent my hundred tongues to lick her body inside and out while my invisible cock filled her puss greater than was physically possible while it fucked. I knew she was nearing the breaking point when her still face was triggered into a licking frenzy from just a single touch of my tongue. Sending her small shivers of utter joy while whispering she needed to release herself to me, wanted to give herself to me, let her life, her mind, her will be mine and mine alone. Then I pushed my surging dick into her ass deeply, sending a wave of devastating pleasure into her rectum and letting it echo through her body as I repeated the words of enslavement. Her mouth began to attempt repeating my words after the forth time I did that. Then by the sixth I felt my cum starting boil as she started saying the words of enslavement without me. I started fucking her ass freely and carefree, listening to her holler the words of enslavement, then finally as my cum exploded into her ass, she opened her eyes and screamed them before passing out. Strangely enough, I didn't pass out after my orgasm took me. I was surprised that I even felt somewhat refreshed, and pulled my dick out of her ass with smile of satisfaction. "Two down, a couple of billion to go," I muttered as I carefully got up off the bed. Before I went to take a quick shower, I looked at my old cell mate sleeping peacefully on the bed. She appeared so much younger than when she first came out of the bathroom. Perhaps it was my other senses again interfering with my perception, but maybe I was just seeing her for the young woman she really was instead of the part animal part little girl her two halves had been. Yeah.. The whole Melissa was definitely 100% all woman, and I wouldn't want her any other way. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ |