Message-ID: <7760eli$9801241159@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 (b/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: <34d04311.33353250@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(b): 10th Grade, Summer 1987 Part 2 - The Price of One's Soul (mc, mf, anal) >The next 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) +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Tim, the Teenage MC By Rass Senip - Proofread by Evil Eye Chapter XII: 10th Grade, Summer 1987 Part 2 - The Price of One's Soul (mc, mf, anal) I had really done it that time. My head hurt in ways I had never knew it could. And the fact that I couldn't move a muscle didn't make me feel too good about my condition. Not that I was complaining, mind you. I was alive, and apparently rescued. Actually, I could move a few muscles, but moments after I had opened my eyes, I had to let them shut again because of the considerable strain I was feeling from the simple act of holding them open. I drifted in and out of sleep, once in a while finding a doctor or nurse in the room checking my vital signs and doing other medical things. Oh, and this older nurse gave me a sponge bath. That was... different. But I didn't attempt to communicate anything to them. A few of them noticed I was conscious and would say a few words, but I didn't have it in me to try and answer. Shit, I was doing good just to keep my eyes open long enough for them to notice. Several times I drifted back off to sleep while they were in mid sentence. I think about five days passed before I discovered my mom in the room talking to the doctor. It could have been five weeks or five hours as much as I seemed to fade in and out of sleep, but five days should be about right. I don't think I would have risked feeling the pain I felt for anyone else but her. I passed out when I tried to touch her mind to let her know I was there. When I awoke, she was right there beside me holding my hand. I managed to squeeze my hand like four other people had tried to get me to do, and mom gave it a kiss in response. Over the next week, my mom and dad separately came to see me every day, always trying to hide their exhaustion and stress. I had no clue why they were so strung out now that Steven's mob was obviously no longer a threat. Mom especially seemed to be more worried every time I saw her, and that started to make me worry too. It really sucks when you don't know what you're worrying about. It becomes almost habit to worry about every little thing that crosses your mind. I imagined I was a terminal case and would get worse until I died. I conjured up the image of myself in that bed as an old man, having lived my life an invalid. I eventually wondered if I really was free. Could my mom and dad have been taken over and were only pretending to be their normal selves until I was strong enough to be taken over too? Nope. Two weeks after I had come out of my coma, my condition had improved enough that my mom risked moving me to a room with two beds, and then filled the other with a zombie-like Joey. That completely erased any feelings that my mom and dad had been taken over. And once Joey was hooked up to similar life support equipment that I was on, my mom had him initiate a share link with me. I managed to do what I had to do to let it form, then felt a wave of energy pass through my head that is indescribable. I felt my mind healing at an unbelievable rate, and just as the healing started to top out, five people walked in and laid down on the floor. My mom directed Joey to include those 'volunteers' in the share link, giving my healing rate another boost with each person added. Within an hour, I was able to talk, and after three more I felt like my old self again. I was completely astonished by my mother having taken control of nearly forty different people to use in regenerating me. All those people had taken on some of the damage my stroke had caused. At least that was what the doctors were calling it. I'm still not sure if that was what it was. My mom had made it clear I would have to wait until we left the hospital for me to ask the thousand and one questions I had. I was dying all over again from curiosity after my mom received a telephone call from my dad and she hurried the checkout procedure with her powers. Finally, after climbing into the limo and wearily sitting down in her seat, my mom said, "Okay, Timmy. You can start asking now." I had so many questions, I didn't know where to start. But then as the zombie like Joey began undoing her pants and started eating my mom out in front of my eyes, I easily made a decision of which question to ask first. "What the hell is going on with you? I've never seen you be so free with your powers before. What happened to using them only in life and death situations?" "That's all over know. As soon as we found you and Joey had been kidnapped, Charles managed to trick me into lowering my mental shield and took those commands out. He did the right thing, otherwise we would have never gotten you back. Joey, not so fast, sweetie. I only need to be relaxed. That's better." "How _did_ you get me back?" "After Joey took Suzi away, your father went to the Cabal and asked for their help. They said no, but your father.." "Wait. Who? The Cable?" "No, honey. The Cabal. They're a... I was going to say organization, but from the way they are acting now... It's a membership of telepaths who ensure the mutes don't learn about us and start a witch hunt. They were the ones who captured me and gave me to your father, and then made me unable to use my powers when they forced him to let me go. "When we saw how they had brainwashed Joey, your father went to Cabal, only to be told it was our problem. Unless Steven' family attempted to take over government officials, they would be considered just another family of a telepath building their harem. It apparently isn't against the rules to take over other telepaths, just usually very stupid to try with Cabal members because most have formed allies with a few others. It is against the rules to start a war against another telepath, but because only one person died, and that had been in a car accident, we couldn't claim that either. "But your father, being the business man he is, tried to make a deal with them... And finally he found something to offer them in exchange for their help." She stopped there a moment, and I could see she was having a great deal of trouble with what she was about to tell me. But what disturbed me even more than her troubled face was the way she had started to slowly gyrate her crotch against Joey's busy face. She was using his mouth like a toy or a device, just like my father had done many times in front of me with his female slaves. "Mom, let me look in your head so I can see what dad did to you," I said looking in her eyes. "Oh, honey. He didn't do anything but what I said he did. Joey, stop. I'm sorry Timmy. I guess I have let some of my old ways come back to me. But your father and I have been under a lot of stress lately, and not just because our son was in the hospital. "You do understand we couldn't do it by ourselves. Even with the two of us, we couldn't take on the army of tranquilizing gunmen they had. Oh, I forgot to tell you about our insider. You see, after Suzi was taken and before we went to the Cabal, your father suddenly remembered who Penny was." "Penny? What do you mean _who_ she was?" "Well, I made the comment about how I couldn't believe I had allowed her in our home last summer. Your father asked why, and I reminded him about your party for your summer camp friends, and also about how much trouble he had gotten in when he had made her his slave at the camp. "Well, as soon as I said that, he ran out of the room and called his personal assistant, Winton. Would you believe that he had Penny's location the whole time?" "WHAT!" "Your father is a very smart man, if a bit forgetful. Every girl he makes his slave calls in their location without knowing they are doing it every other month just in case he wanted them again. Through Penny, we found out about Joey's brainwashing, your condition, the security of their installations, everything we needed to know. We even made her insist on giving you medical treatment after Joey's beatings. "And that's why we knew we couldn't do it alone. Oh, Timmy. I hated agreeing to it, but we knew Joey was on his way for me, and we wouldn't have a better chance to save you before they used that horrible drug on you. The members who helped us wouldn't have done it without some sort of payment, and they have no interest in money." "What did you agree to! TELL ME!" She sighed, placed her hands on my shoulders, then looked in my eyes and said "Anyone that Steven's family had enslaved would be divided up equally between the members who assisted us. Apart from Suzi, Joey, and Joey's parents... I'm sorry honey. But they are all.." "NO!! NO! NO! NO! You couldn't have! NO!!" I cried at the top of my lungs. "I know! I'm sorry! But we couldn't let them use that drug on you! We HAD to sacrifice the others to get you back! Don't you see that? There was no other way." "Yes there was! You should have let me die!" I sobbed. "I'd rather be dead than have all those people... NO! We CAN'T LET THEM HAVE THEM!" "Timothy Jasper Brandton, LISTEN to me!" my mother said suddenly very sternly. In fact, I was shocked by her use of all three of my names. She hadn't said all of them like that since the time I peed on the living room rug when I was eight. "Your father and I have been working night and day ever since they finished rounding up all of Steven's personnel, trying to keep order and make sure only those who had been drugged into being slaves would be given away. We're exhausted. Steven's family has over a two hundred people under their control, and almost that many more who are insane. Some of them can be restored to normal, but most of them can't be. And that includes Suzi, Joey, and his parents." "What?! Why do you say that? The twins swore they could undo the drug's effects on Michael. How do you know they can't do the same for Joey, Suzi and the rest?" "Because we've already tried with Joey. The twins have been trying every day since we took over. And the one person who knows more about what the twins can do than the twins themselves said it wouldn't work. Gladius bred and raised the twins and many others like them. If he says they can't do it, they can't." "But.. Wait. Is he a member?" "Yes, but before you go accusing him of lying just to get his hands on some fresh livestock, Gladius has declined his share of the slaves. He helped us because he wants you and Joey to go with him for a couple of days after all this is over so he can assess your abilities, then depending on that have you give him a supply of your sperm for research." "Sperm? You mean I have to let him use my stuff to make new and improved sex slaves? No thanks. No kid of mine will be sold as merchandise." "Tim, you have no choice. It is part of the price for freeing you. In fact, if it hadn't been for him, you wouldn't be here right now." "Why? What did he do? No wait. First tell me how you saved me when you were supposed to be defenseless." She sighed, then said "We programmed Penny to unconsciously give me the wrong injection. Instead of blocking my telepathy, she had given me the antidote to it. The moment they woke me up, I sent your father the message that I was awake. Most of the Cabal began taking over the complex while the rest of them helped me to break through Joey's shield. You collapsed very nearly the exact moment we had seized his mind, and if it hadn't been for Gladius, you would have never made it to the hospital. I'm still not sure how he kept you alive." I sat quietly for a few minutes absorbing all this, and my mind wandered to the events before my capture. "Did you find Jerry and Dana?" I asked. "Yes, Dear. When you didn't come home for dinner and I couldn't feel you anywhere, I called your father and he told me you had left to do Suzi's and Joey's parents. After talking to Suzi and not getting an answer at Joey's, both your father and I suspected what happened, and we found the two still asleep in the bedroom. "Jerry's starting to remember how to speak, and Dana has been resisting him when he wants to have sex. We are pretty sure they will more or less return to normal in time. Apparently they hadn't been given the drug long enough for the effects to be permanent." "That's good. OH! What about Mick, Scooter, and the rest? They were never drugged, and ..." "They are all back with their parents and they don't remember a thing. Tim, why do you keep looking at Joey like that?" "He still hates me. Whenever he looks at me, I can feel the hate and anger..." I said with a slight tremor. I turned away from Joey's cold empty stare, and looked out the window. "Where are we, anyway?" I said as I gazed upon the jungle like vines covering the trees along the road. "And where are we going?" "We're on our way to the facility you were kept in, and that's where most of Steven's enslaved people are being held. It's only one of three estates in the middle of nowhere Mississippi," she said, sounding very tired. I suddenly felt fairly tired myself. I still had questions, but from the way my mom was looking, I decided we both could use a nap. So I got up and struggled to get the bed out. I couldn't believe how weak I was. My mom had to have Joey help me, then was humiliated even more when I couldn't even get my socks off without Joey's assistance. It was good to get those itchy clothes off though. And when my mom got on the bed after stripping her clothes off, I felt comforted in a way I hadn't felt for a long time. I was caught off guard a moment when my mom started to kiss my bare shoulder and neck, and for a moment felt concerned she was starting to come on to me. But then she sighed happily and held me like she always does, and I realized she had kissed me like that back when I was smaller, so let it go as something innocent. But my concern for my mother's new attitude came right back to me when I was awoken by the sounds of her heavy breathing and a pair of slurpy sucking sounds I knew very well. That wasn't the first time I had seen Joey and my mom sixty nining, and deep down I knew that the real Joey wouldn't mind her using him like that. It was fact she was using him at all, though, that made me command my hardon to go down. But as I was accessing Joey's mind, I realized Joey's zombie state had been considerably altered to allow him some freedom in what he did. He had in fact been the one who had started it, not my mother. I looked at the clock on the limo cabin's stereo and saw we had been asleep for almost an hour. Outside the window was the same sight of trees struggling to survive a sea of vines which had covered them from their trunks to their treetops. I sympathized with the poor trees, feeling a similar weight clinging on me. So many people's chances of getting their freewill restored may have been sacrificed for mine. But even though I intended to try everything I could to stop that from happening, I couldn't help but see things had worked out the only way they could have under the circumstances. I felt I had been just as much a victim as any of them, and I was simply the lucky one who had escaped the others' fate. In other words, I shrugged off any feelings of being responsible for their condition, and for the most part I was entirely correct for feeling that way. Steven's family had been using different methods of brainwashing on people long before they ever knew of me. And because of my involvement, they had been stopped from continuing their horrible deeds. It's funny how you can look at something someone else does and damn them for it, even though your own parents were guilty of doing the same thing. Even I had altered a few people without their permission, but I was arrogant enough to believe it was in their best interests, and never felt that I had done something wrong. I tried my best to ignore their struggles to pleasure each other, finding myself very uncomfortable even looking at Joey after what he had been through and later what he had done. I was thinking about if we truly couldn't undo the drug's affects, perhaps I would be better off trading Joey for someone less painful to have around. As I had told my mother, even under the tight control she had over Joseph's mind and personality, I could still feel the anger and hatred within him. Like a beam of coldness would suddenly envelope my body whenever his eyes fell on my face, sometimes making me shudder, or more often just make me shiver. But I knew if I ever gave him away like that, I would never forgive myself. I would rather endure a lifetime of coldness than let him or Suzi become someone's plaything. And just from the way my mother was acting after her lovely moaning orgasm, I knew that was exactly what every able bodied person would become that I wasn't able to protect. And strangely enough, my concern seemed to shift to what would happen to Penny and David. It wasn't until I noticed the trees had less and less vines on them before I realized why I had focused on their fate. I had made a promise to do whatever I could to help them, a promise to someone I felt I had to keep. My mother called me back to the bed, then told me to lay down and close my eyes. I felt Joey's coldness on me as my mom began rubbing my chest, and after a minute or two of withstanding his gaze, I started to feel her caresses a bit more, and soon wasn't feeling discomforted by Joey's cold stare at all. I was just starting to slip into the dreamy state of being half asleep as my mother kissed my cheek several times. I was so warm and content that I didn't even think about how her kisses were getting longer and lower. I was enjoying her touches and kisses, never once thinking there could be anything sexual about them. I trusted my mother's integrity more than my own, mostly because she had been the one who had given me my ideas of what was right and wrong. So when I suddenly felt her high state of arousal just before she groped the hardon I hadn't realized I had, I suddenly felt scared of my mother, the woman I had trusted my entire life. I cringed away from her touch as I whimpered, "No, please?" and instantly saw her transform back into the woman I knew. "I'm sorry baby.. I don't know what I was.. Oh honey," she said seeing me shaking all over. "Don't EVER do that again!" I said with a surge of anger and grief. "If you ever want me to trust you again, lower that damn shield and let me IN!" Without a word, she did just that. I spent the rest of our trip looking for something that wasn't there. She had been right about my father not adjusting her. All I could find was the meager attempt to ensure she wouldn't lose the attraction for him she had before he undid the Cabal commands. I didn't even feel curious about where we were when the limo stopped and its engine was shut off. I was in the mists of comprehending that the morals and integrity my mother had taught me all those years had partially been from her programming and not from her true self. In fact, several of the things those commands had made her believe in had very nearly been obliterated by the release of her incredible sex drive. My mother was such a sexual creature that, using the braces analogy, not only had most of her 'teeth' already start to move back to their original positions, a few of them had already completed their reversal and were moving further away. She was losing control of her desires, just like she had right before she had started gathering men to pleasure her night and day. But my mother had never been a heartless woman. During her life as a mistress, she never once took a man who had a wife or children, never once abused them physically or made incapable to make decisions for themselves. She had kept her values for the well being of others, always believing that the ones she had made her slaves were happier and better off as her sexual toys. The greatest change in my mother's personality had been the weakening of her respect for other's right to choose. The key to my admiration and respect of my mother's judgment had been forced upon her by the Cabal, and now appeared to be in danger of being lost forever. It was as if the woman I had known all my life was battling a deadly disease, but this disease was actually her true nature starting reassert itself. I had been busily getting my clothes on while thinking about this, and stepped out of the limo just as a man with a toupee on top of his head reached us. "Master Timothy," he said respectfully before sticking his head inside to say, "Mistress Samantha, Master Charles wishes me to inform you he was able to delay the auction until tomorrow morning. Master Patrick insists you have Master Timothy scanned by the Inquisitor immediately. I am to accompany him to the Inquisitor, then return him to your care afterwards." "I can assure them that I have done a complete scan of him myself, and I would know if his mind had been tampered with better than either Patrick or the Inquisitor could. He just got out of the hospital three hours ago. Must he have to be put through that so soon?" "I'm afraid so, Mistress. Master Patrick was quite clear on the matter. Before he is allowed to interact with the others, he has to be cleared of any possibility that he could somehow be part of a larger ploy." "What's going on, mom?" I asked, finding the topic of the conversation not sounding too pleasant. "Gordie, if anything happens to him, I'll hold you responsible," she said, looking at me with a distant look in her eyes. Then she snapped out of it and said, "Don't worry, Tim. If there is anyone in the Cabal that I trust, it's the Inquisitor. And Gordie here." "Uhm, any particular reason why you trust this Inquisitor dude?" "Did you find any meddling in my head?" she asked. "No. You know I didn't," I said. Then I thought to myself, "Or at least nothing by anyone I didn't know." "The Inquisitor is the strongest among us, and is a guardian of sorts. One of the things he does is scan telepaths who deal with the Cabal to ensure the safety of the group. I think he also assesses everyone's mental strength just to make sure he could break through their defenses in case he has to. Isn't that right, Gordie?" "Not a precise definition of his job, but adequate for Master Timothy's understanding for now. Mistress, the Inquisitor is waiting.." "Tim, go with him and do what they tell you. Don't make a fuss. The sooner you get this over with the better." "Oh, all right. But I don't like it," I said frowning. "This way, Master Timothy," Gordie said, indicating towards a collection of buildings next to the giant warehouse. It was hot outside, and for some reason the limo had stopped in the middle of the parking lot which was only a quarter filled. So as Gordie and I walked, I started to feel somewhat light headed since I hadn't completely recovered yet. "I'm sorry for the walk, Master Timothy. Master Patrick insisted that you 'feel the sun beat down on you just to let you know you're mortal.' I'm afraid Master Patrick doesn't think very highly of you." "Huh? Why? What did I do?" "Oh, don't take it personally. He doesn't care for anyone that he feels is weaker than he is yet he isn't allowed to make a toy out of. He absolutely hates me for the same reason." When he didn't explain his comment, I attempted to access his thoughts to figure out what exactly he had meant. But to my surprise I found a mental barrier up, and that my probe had not gone unnoticed. "You may find it wise for you to ask the others before attempting to probe them. I, on the other hand, will allow you to examine my mind if you feel that it is necessary." "Uhm, no. That's okay. Sorry about that. From the way you keep calling everyone Master and Mistress I thought..." "You thought I was a mute," he finished for me. "I knew that. Most people make the same mistake. I am a servant of the Cabal. I have no other life now but to serve the will of my Masters and Mistresses. But I do this of my free will. My Voice is too weak to survive without the other's protection." This time it was my turn to remain quiet, not knowing what to say or ask, plus the fact that I was having trouble keeping my head from spinning made me concentrate on just keeping my balance. So you can imagine I was very grateful when we finally arrived at the door and entered into the air conditioning. Gordie led me to the second closest door and said, "I will remain out here until the Inquisitor is finished with you, then I will take you to your mother and father inside the warehouse where you can rest," then promptly knocked and opened the door. I walked into the small office, finding a man staring straight at me smoking a pipe. His eyes held a sense of intelligence, and I could feel how strong his deep moral beliefs were and that they were struggling with something. I almost felt sorry for his internal dilemma, but I also felt his conviction to carry out his latest task and take whatever course of action required if there was a problem. And since I was that task, his greatest concern was if he would have kill me, something he was attempting to not think about. All this I felt out with my empathic senses, having taken Gordie's words to heart about unauthorized probes. Seeing I was slightly uneasy, or perhaps because I was looking a bit pale, he said, "Please sit down son. I'm not going to hurt you." "You hope," I said under my breath. He blinked at my words a moment since he apparently just thought the same thing to himself, then discarded them as simply coincidence. "Do you understand what I'm going to do?" he asked a moment later. "You're going to scan me, and then see how strong I am or something," "Actually, it's the other way around. I want you to do everything in your power to stop me from scanning you. Then if I can't... Well, we'll just have to see if that happens and go from there. Do you think you're up to it?" "No, but that doesn't matter. If you want to see how strong I am when I'm back to normal, you'll get a fight worth your time. But right now, can't I just let you in and get it over with? Otherwise you might have to have Gordie bring in a mop when my brain explodes." "How about you try your best without hurting yourself for now, all right?" he said, tapping his pipe out and setting it down on the desk. "Okay," I said. "Uhm, you're not going to tell anyone about anything... embarrassing, are you?" "I'm sure you haven't done anything nearly as embarrassing as some of the other voices I've scanned. You don't have anything to worry about." "Unless you find something you don't like... Well, I don't think that will happen, so... Okay. I'm ready as I'll ever be." I immediately felt a pressure against my mental barrier that seemed to come from every direction. I could tell he was just letting me get focused on resisting his probe, and even though I was having to strain at it a little, it was quite clear that he wasn't even trying yet. He slowly built the pressure up, giving me every chance to make my best effort, and he was actually starting to put some work into it when I felt I was pushing myself a little too hard. Figuring he would find out about it soon enough, I decided to try giving him a run for his money in a different way than he was expecting. As my eyes found his, I quickly formed an empathic connection and immediately felt his deep regret and guilt for something he had to have done. But as I felt my own defenses starting to fail, I attempted to knock him off guard by sharing my side of the link with him. While it did startle him... It didn't phase him enough to make the pressure on my mind waver in the least. I couldn't take the strain any longer, so I shut down both the empathic link and my barrier to let him in. At least my empathic abilities had told me his intentions where honest enough to not worry about any deceit. I tried to ignore him as he probed every corner of my mind. It was very uncomfortable to have a stranger looking so deep into my being, but after a while I focused my attention on his mind, finding there was a tiny hole in his own barrier where his powerful probe must have been coming from. His own attention wasn't on my current thoughts, so for a little while I got bits and pieces of what was troubling him. I found that just a few months ago he had ordered to have someone assassinated, something he agonized over ever since the report came back it had been carried out successfully. I was just getting into a few of the details, like it was a 'rogue voice' that had taken over a shopping mall and was about to commit mass murder, when he noticed my intrusion in his own affairs and quickly cut me off. Or more accurately, cut my own powers off, making them completely inaccessible to me like while I had been drugged. But even the mighty Inquisitor couldn't turn my empathic abilities off. Not that they would tell me anything I was curious to know. So I sat there waiting what seemed like forever, and eventually was fighting to stay awake. I was just starting to drift off when he gasped and suddenly discontinued his scan. "What? Did you find something?" I asked, feeling panicked from the way the Inquisitor appeared shakened up. "Just... Give me a moment," he said, wiping his brow. As he filled his pipe and lit it, he recovered his wits and released my telepathic abilities. After three or four good puffs, he sat back to stare at me for a few moments, then said "I apologize for scaring you like that. Your mind is free of tampering." "Whew," I said, sitting back in my chair also. "For a minute there I though Steven had done something to me." He sat silently smoking his pipe, seeming to be waiting for me to ask him something. So I did. "Who was it?" "Who?" he said, genuinely surprised. "The telepath you had killed. Who was it?" He paused in his puffing, then took three quick puffs on his pipe before saying, "Just some crazy kid letting his voice condemn his soul. He wasn't much older than you... Powerful, though. Much more powerful than I was, and that's why he had to be put down. I couldn't let all those innocents die. Now how about instead of trying to fix my problems, why don't you ask me what you really want to know." "Why not tell me since you already know what I'm going to ask," I said, feeling a bit cranky. "All right," he said after a couple thoughtful puffs. "But let me say a few things first that might be a bit more helpful to you. "I admit that I expected you to be a lot like the young rogue I had to deal with, and that's why I tried to intimidate you earlier. I apologize for that. You're nothing like that... creature. In fact, I'm very... pleased to see how well you've treated others. You're not without your faults, but considering the opportunities you've had, you've done very well. "And it appears the Lord feels this way too. I found the memory of His touch. I pray He doesn't take my intrusion to be out of disrespect. I had no idea." I sat there blinking at him a few moments, feeling his sincerity and faith. I couldn't believe the powerful Inquisitor was humbled by a simple dream I had, a dream which I had reservations about. Yes, it had been extraordinary, and perhaps it had been God who had 'touched' me as he said. But then why did I have such strong doubts about it? Surely he had found the feeling of individuality to its touch. But faith has a way of letting one step around things like that I suppose. That's why it's called faith. If there was nothing to contradict the existence of God, then it would be a simple matter of fact, not faith. And I have found that faith can pull you through when the facts have left you with no reason to go on. But only a fool depends on faith alone. Like they say, God helps those who help themselves. Or something like that anyway. We talked a little about how difficult it was to resist the temptations of what our powers constantly provided. I was very much at ease with him by the time I left with Gordie. I had made a friend out of the most powerful member in the Cabal. I wondered if I would make any others. When Gordie led me into the warehouse, I quickly decided it wasn't very likely. It was a mad house for sure. I had learned that only fourteen Cabal members actually had helped with the takeover, but nearly thirty of them plus their staff were there to look over the prizes. Apparently the original fourteen had decided they couldn't possibly take them all in, and had set up an auction and included other members who they had either owed a favor to, or wished to have the reverse. I can't tell you how hard it was to just keep walking with Gordie as men, women, and even a few children were being tried out by the numerous Cabal slaves that were sampling the goods for their masters. While I didn't actually see anyone, I could feel them inside the cells, some of them willingly performing the sexual acts, but many of them not so willingly. Then I saw two identical and very familiar nude backsides that were slurping on two different men standing side by side. I walked up to them and slipped my hands around both of their waists, saying, "You two just couldn't resist a little sample, could..." I stopped in mid sentence as the two twin girls stared blankly at me, not a sign of recognition in their eyes. And quite frankly I didn't recognize them either. While they had the motions and bodies of my twins, they had completely different faces, having found two pairs of oriental eyes staring at me. "I... I'm sorry. I.." I stuttered. But just as I realized I still had my arms around their waists, their indifferent attitude towards me suddenly changed. I found myself pinned between the two as they struggled to remove my clothes. "Hey!.. Wait just one... Oh! Ohhhh.. Ahhhhh..." I sighed as the first began her nursing. I couldn't help it. I had gone so long without feeling the twin's wonderful mouths. I didn't even resist them lowering me to the ground and then taking turns sucking my ecstatically happy dick "Looks like you're somewhat a celebrity," Gordie said as a pair of young blond twins arrived and struggled to get their turn to nurse. "Huh?" I said, finding myself too happy to think. Another set of twins walked up, these being much older and seemed to have some kind of authority over the others. As the senior pair of twins crouched down, the other four unhappily moved out of the way and watched as they took over. I, at the time, was somewhere three miles up in the clouds, not really noticing the changing of mouths. I didn't even hear how noisy the crowd of gathering watchers was becoming, and never noticed several of the Cabal shouting to their twins and at each other, joking and complaining about how they had never seen their twins go after someone like that. But all that came to an end when a man's voice seemingly broke the string holding me in orbit with the simple word, "Enough." As I crashed back to earth, all seven pairs of twins who had been waiting their turn obediently sought out their masters, including the senior pair who apparently were the property of the man who had caused my crash and burn. While I shook my head to clear my senses, I heard someone say, "Looks like Gladius's girls have a boy friend. Eh, Gladius?" I turned my head to look at the 'creator' of Joy and Honey, finding him to be an unremarkable looking man, even with the two middle aged yet still very sexy twin women standing on each side of him. With my hardon still standing straight out, I turned my attention towards getting my clothes back on, red faced as the jokes continued to circle around. My hardon didn't make things easier, and it wasn't about to go down while I was being bombarded by an untold number of offers for sex by the eight pairs of twins all around me. Of course no one but they and myself even suspected the offers were being made, for most of them were busily making up to their masters for their disobedience. All but the oldest pair were in the mists of fucking or sucking their masters as they continued their hailing me for sex. I managed to respond to each one, politely declining their offer with a sense of loyalty towards my own pair of twins, especially since I hadn't evened up the score with Honey by taking her other cherry. I guess they understood because by the time Gordie led me away, I only felt their steady feelings of friendliness towards me. Wow, that was a close one. Gordie led me to one of the containing rooms, and I recognized Simon standing next to the controls that operated the wall/door. He nodded to me and hit the switch, and as soon as the wall started to open, I heard the familiar sounds of my parents fucking. Gordie insisted I enter, and for the first time I witnessed my parents fucking with my own eyes. Somehow I had managed to avoid seeing that scene before, knowing I would get sick from the sight. But after the episode with all those twins, I didn't feel sick at all. I was just down right horny. My mother was in her favorite position, taking my dad's cock up her ass doggy style. I realized that I had also had never actually witnessed my mother's ass in action before, and my horniness was temporarily satisfied when I moved around to get a better view. Dad gave me a look that said he was getting ready to cum, and I knew from the many nights of listening to her moaning that this would be good. My mom's moans sometimes would make me shoot my rocks off clear to the ceiling, especially those nights when we had started to stay at the North mansion on the weekends. Even the twins couldn't stop me from shooting those nights. I swear I hadn't a thought in my head about joining in. After spending three months naked in a room similar to the one we were in, I just simply couldn't stand my clothes any longer, and that's why I started pulling my clothes off as fast as I could. By the time I had stripped, my mother was moaning her head off, and my dad was starting to join in a little. I had never really heard his moans those nights. My mom's easily drowned them out. I was jerking myself off from the passion filling my ears, and couldn't resist my mother's call. But I only went to her to find what she wanted, not expecting anything like what she had in mind. The moment her mouth closed around my anxious cock, I started to cum hard. My legs buckled, and I sank to my knees, my mind lost in the stars I was seeing during my orgasm. My parent's orgasm occurred unnoticed by me. I think I might have even passed out a few moments. But as soon as my senses came back to me, I was horrified to find my mom nursing on my cock as my dad pulled his out of my mother's ass. "Mom.." I said very shakily and weakly. "I wish I had a picture of this," my dad said, watching my mother suck on me. "It's about time you two did that. It just seemed so unnatural the way you both avoided having sex with each other." "MOM!" I said much louder. She stiffened and opened her eyes in shock, afraid to move for a moment. Then she slowly pulled herself back until my deflated dick fell out of her mouth and said, "I can't believe..." "Mom, I think..." I said shaking all over again. "I need to go lay down. I don't feel good," and managed to reach out to Simon's mind to have him open the door again. I rushed out of the room with my mother calling my name. I quickly made Simon hit the close, knowing it would have to finish closing before my mom would be able to have Simon open it again. I wanted to be alone. I needed to be alone. I just couldn't take it. Everything I had believed in, everyone who was closest to my heart had been changed so much while I had been locked away from them. And when I saw an open room without anyone in it, I hit the switch and barely got through the door before it sealed shut. I found myself in a room meant for three occupants, and was virtually just like the two I had spent most of my imprisonment in. But this room had plastic padded beds instead of the stainless steel, and for that I was grateful. I laid down and focused on concealing my location from the weak probes I was starting to feel. After the probes had stopped, I let myself drift off to sleep. I was in the middle of a not too pleasant dream about Holly having been captured and drugged when I was awakened by the wall opening up. "I want to be left alone!" I called out, expecting my mother to walk in. But to my surprise it was the Inquisitor who replied, "I only came to tell you there is an old blind voice here wishing to see you. He wouldn't let me scan him, but I did it anyway. He's a little upset that I did that, and I think you better come see what he wants so he leaves without starting something." "I'm not dressed," I said, my voice cracking from my emotions. "I'll send someone to retrieve them," he said, still not entering the room. "Would you like to talk about it?" I felt like I was going to have to let it out somehow, feeling myself at the edge of exploding with emotion. So after letting out a reeeeaaaalllly long sigh, I said softly, "Yeah. I guess so." The rather tall man walked in carefully, not expecting trouble, just not wanting to disturb the balance of the room or something. "Why did you lock yourself up in one of these?" he said as he examined the grilled floor below him. "I would have though you wouldn't ever want to enter another of these rooms as long as you lived." "I guess I'm just used to it. I wanted to be alone, and I've never been more alone than while I was cooped up in one of these by myself." He sat down on the bed nearest to the door, then after a few moments of hearing the noise outside, I looked up at him as the wall started to shut. The large man took his shoes off and stretched out on the flat bed. I turned my head back to stare up at the softly lit ceiling, and the two of us spent a few minutes listening to the quiet hum of machinery. (I never did find out where that hum came from. It didn't belong to the air system or lights. I now wonder if it was just there to block out any noises that could have leaked in from outside the room, especially from the way everything got quiet except for that hum when the wall sealed.) "Your mother is a very sexy woman, you know," he said suddenly. "Many men wouldn't hesitate to have sex with her if she was their mother." "But it's wrong," I said surprisingly calm like. "Before my dad took out those Cabal commands, she always believed in that and made sure I did too. But now.." "Do you believe she was better off before?" "Yes. No. I don't know. It always bothered me that she was made to never use her powers except to save herself or me. I offered several times to take them out, but she always said it was best to leave them there. She knew she would fall back into being the way she was, and it looks like she was right. I guess I wish my dad hadn't removed them." After a few more minutes of the quiet humming, he softly said, "I only wanted to give her a second chance at living a life God meant her to live." "You did it? I always thought my dad had been the one to actually do it. I knew it wasn't his idea or anything, but.." "Your mother was my first truly difficult assignment after joining the Cabal. My predecessor insisted before he turned the title of Inquisitor over to me that I have at least one challenging experience to truly test my ability to handle the job. We didn't know she had your father. Between the two of them, I nearly became another one of your mother's men. "I have something to confess to you. I never told my predecessor that while I was busy defending my mind from their attack, she took my body over and made me enter her rectum. Ever since that day, I've had to fight off my desire to experience that again. She truly is a magnificent woman when it comes to sex. May the Lord forgive me, but the real reason I had forced your father to release her was to have the chance of doing it again. But I didn't. Instead I gave her some of my faith in the Lord's ways." There was another period of silence, then I asked, "Do you think if I tricked her into letting me in her head you could show me how to restore those commands?" "It would have been wrong to suggest something like that to you, but that was what I had in mind. I can not do it without an official reason, but you, as her son, have more of a right to do something like that than anyone else. However, I can not say it would be THE right thing to do. Only you can decide if your mother would be better off that way, and if she or the Lord would ever forgive you." "I guess that means I need to think about it," I sighed. "I wish none of this ever happened. Nothing good has come out of any of this. Nothing." "Gordie is waiting outside with your clothes, and I believe your visitor has stopped ranting for a while so you could go see him without having to arm yourself. I will be leaving tomorrow after the auction, so if you wish for me to assist you, it will have to be before the auction begins." Once the wall opened up, the Inquisitor quietly got up and put his shoes on. As he walked to the door to leave, I said, "I guess I was wrong." "Hmm? What about?" "One thing good came out of this. I met you." "Thank you. I, however, am probably even more grateful to have met someone who hasn't been... corrupted by their Voice. That's how you think of it, isn't it? You're a good Christian, Timothy. Don't let yourself forget that." "Hey," I said just as he passed through the break in the wall. When he stuck his head in, I asked, "Do you have a name besides 'Inquisitor'?" For the first time since I met him, the large man actually blushed a bit, then smiled. "Same as your father's, actually," he said. "And as it happens, I almost could have _been_ your father," he added as he disappeared around the corner and was gone. Gordie came in with my clothes as I wiped the little smile off my mouth. He waited patiently as I dressed, then led me back to another building connected to the warehouse where an old man with sealed eyelids sat fuming on a bench in a small waiting room. As soon as I entered the room, he said, "It's about time! Where's the other one!" "Huh? What other one?" I asked looking over my shoulder finding Gordie had left. "What other one he says," he mumbled before bellowing "The ONE you were SUPPOSED to trade me for HIM!" I looked over to where he was pointing, and had to sit down from the shock. "Oh my God," I said, finding my voice a whisper. "Don't oh my God me! I've been around too long for you to try and tell me you forgot! Just save your excuses for someone who will accept them. You are supposed to trade me a nice big fellow with lots of muscles and a big you know what for this scrawny thing. I couldn't get a single woman in bed without having to make them like him. What you want with him, I'll never know." I had been looking at the extremely thin body of Michael as the old man spoke, noticing how Michael's facial expression followed the old man's voice's inflections. Michael was just standing there watching me, his mind dormant as the old man controlled his body, using him like a second pair of eyes. Or more like a second body all together. "Where did you find him, and who told you to bring him here, to me?" I asked. "WHAT? Great horns of... No! It's not important! I've already come too far out of my way to finish this deal, and I want to see his replacement! NOW!" "Calm down! I don't have a replacement for... Wait. How long is it before you get tired and want a fresh body?" "Ohhh no you don't! I'm not going to fall for that again. That's what got me into this mess in the first place. No deals. When I walk out of here, I don't want any strings attached. Period. Now, I was told you would have a large selection available if I wasn't satisfied with your pick. I would like to see them now." "All right. I guess we can figure something out. Come on," I said getting up. As the three of us walked very slowly to the warehouse, I was deep in thought about what I would have to do to get him to release Michael. For the time being, I wasn't going to worry about the circumstances of how Michael had come to be there, just how I was going to keep him there. I was getting sick to my stomach thinking about having to trade someone for him. I wasn't a slave trader, and I hoped I didn't have to ever be one, not even for a second. We were about to enter the section where the slaves were kept when one of the Cabal members decided I had no business going in there. "Where do you think you're going?" the rather large and deep voiced man said. He was at least six foot tall, and could have easily flatten the three of us in one stroke. But I wasn't intimidated by him. Or at least not that much. Okay, so he intimidated me. The guy could swallow me whole, for Pete's sake. "Uhm, we're going to see the prisoners," I said a bit meekly. "I can see that. What makes you think you can just take this bag of bones over there without permission?" "Bag of Bones? Look, you big gallute," the old man raved, "I was turning housewives into seductresses long before you were born! Why I could turn you into a.." "Hey.. Hang on a second," I said to the pair of them. "I see someone who will give me 'permission'. Just don't let him leave." I said to the Cabal member while indicating Michael. As the old man started to rant and rave again, I ran across a big open area and through a small crowd of slaves after the Inquisitor, nearly running right into him while he was speaking to another member on the other side of the crowd. "Hey... You have to help me," I said out of breath. "What's wrong?" he said looking at me concerned. "Are you ill?" "No.. Just.. come with me?" I said as I reached out to grab his hand. But instead, he took my hand to catch me when I lost my balance from dizziness, then lowered me to the floor where I put my head between my knees. Once the world had stopped spinning around me, I struggled back to my feet only to have him say, "Why don't you rest another minute and tell me why you're in such a hurry to get shipped back to the hospital." My head had started spinning again, so I reluctantly sat back down and said, "Michael. He's alive and here. We have to trade for him. Please?" "Michael. Michael who?" I looked up at him with a mixed expression of exasperation and pain. "From the dream, remember?" I said. His face found comprehension, and then he helped me back to my feet saying, "Where?" Just as I feared, the three of them were not where I had left them. I was about to yell out for them when I thought of a better idea. "What are you doing," the Inquisitor said a few moments after I had sat back down on the ground and started concentrating. Since my pulse was already ready, I answered him by letting it go. My head was pounding afterwards, but it located all three of them in a nearby cell. I carefully looked up, pointed to the cell and said, "They're in that one." The Inquisitor left me sitting there, and somehow I managed to get back on my feet without anyone's help and sort of half walked, half fell after him. When I got close enough to the cell to see the controls, the door was just beginning to open and I started to pick up very highly aroused emotions coming from within. By the time I had caught up with the Inquisitor, I was sporting a healthy woody despite my slight dizziness. I felt my friend next to me suddenly become official like, then he bellowed into the room, "What is going on in here! These slaves are not.. Oh. I didn't see you there Malcolm." The man who had stopped us several minutes ago was now completely nude and erect, and still had one of the girls trying to lick his ass as he walked up to us with a bright look in his eyes. "Ah, my boy. I think I have made my selection. He has quite a body, hasn't he. And he has Voice! This will make things much easier for me." "You.. You took him over?" I said with an astonished smile on my face. "Nothing to it, my boy. Now, since this other young fella here isn't of any used to me any longer.." "Now wait a minute," the Inquisitor said. "I'm not sure I can allow you to just walk out of here with Malcolm under your control. He is a member of the High Senate of the Cabal, and onnneee oooffffff mmmmmmmmmmmmmyyyyyyyyyy......" I looked at Charles to find him seemingly frozen in place. He wasn't dead, just... not moving. "Now, my boy. Do we have a deal? As you can see, I'm sort of in the middle of things," Malcolm said pointing to his large dick. "I don't know. He might not like me going behind his back like this," I said, pulling my eyes away from his pulsing member to look up at the frozen Inquisitor again. "Pshaw. I can make him love the idea. I'll even tell you a little secret. He never even scanned me." "He didn't? What, you made him think?... Heh. Hmmm. Okay, but could you make sure he never finds out that I agreed to it? I wouldn't want to make him mad at me." "My boy, I'll even give you these lovely girls to keep for your own. Malcolm here has hundreds of lovelies just waiting for me back at his estate. So if you will excuse me for a while. I'd like to finish what I started before I go to my new home." "Uhm, what about Michael?" "Who? Oh, him. Yes, yes, he's all yours," the voice of Malcolm said just as Michael sank slowly to the floor unconscious. I went over to the body of my friend, and carefully examined him before attempting to wake him up. But before I could, I suddenly found myself, Michael, and the Inquisitor all standing outside the closed cell. As Michael sank back down to the ground, the Inquisitor said, "Well, I have work to do. Make sure you keep your friends out of the slaves for now on. I wouldn't want to make one of the others give him up after they caught him in there." "Uhm, yeah. Thanks," I said as I remote controlled Michael to stand up. Michael's mind was in a state of deep sleep, and appeared to have been like that for a long time. His body was.. well, it was in one piece, but besides that it wasn't in very good shape. His leg muscles especially seemed to have trouble walking or even standing for long periods, and you could see nearly every bone he had through his skin. I attempted to wake his mind up, but I quickly realized that I had no idea how to do that. His personality, memories, and everything else was there, just not accessible to his conscious mind. So without much hesitation, I sought out my mother, hoping she would know what to do with him and not make too big of a fuss about what happened earlier. I located my mother in the private quarters she and my father had been staying in, along with Suzi, Joey, his parents, and apparently where I myself would be staying also. My mom was talking with Gladius about other possible treatments for them, and while I didn't think Gladius would possibly be interested in Michael, I didn't want to take the chance and left him in a empty room nearby. While I approached them, I suddenly realized that Gladius didn't feel... human. He felt like a blank wall to my empathic senses, not letting anything out beyond the "nothing to see here, move along" that he always seemed to be emitting. I wondered if he knew how strongly it made him stand out to empaths. Regular people would completely ignore him, finding nothing remarkable about him. But to me he stuck out like a sore thumb. I wondered why he hadn't seemed that way to me earlier. I slid in the door, trying to appear as if I wanted to draw as little attention to myself as possible. As I hoped, they both not only noticed my entrance, but my mother politely asked Gladius if he would mind finishing up their talk at a later time. His eyes tried to determine my state of mind, and must have bought the appearance that I was miserable. I think the kicker was when I leaned my back up against the wall, chin against my chest, breathing through my slightly open mouth, glancing up at them from the carpet every once in a while, then sadly look back down. Joey had taught me that one back in the fifth grade, but I hadn't used it until then, even when Joey had discovered it really drove the chicks nuts. So Gladius left without a fuss, and while my mom started to stew about what to say to me, I whispered, "Are they all asleep?" indicating the two bedrooms where Suzy, Joey, and his parents were being kept. "Yes, they should be," she said quietly with a frown. "Okay. Whatever you do, don't get too excited or upset, okay?" "All right.." she said, her frown turning upside down in surprise. Even after my warning, my mom still gasped pretty loudly, and had to sit down on the small couch when Michael walked in. "How?" she finally asked. "I don't know. This old blind telepath brought him here to trade for someone bigger to use as a second body or something. I can't figure out what is wrong with him. He's asleep in a way I can't understand," I said, stifling a yawn as I sat down on the couch next to her. "Well, I'll take a look at him a little bit later, but right now I have to... Oh Timmy. Why don't you just go in there and see them," she said, noticing my worried glances at the bedroom doors. "But what about Michael," I said before yawning again. "He isn't going anywhere, and neither are you. You need a nap, but if you like, I'll take Joey with me so you and Suzi can be alone." I looked up at my mom's face, finding my eyes were very heavy feeling, but I could tell she wasn't telling me everything. "You're hiding something," I simply said. My mom sighed, then said, "You don't need to worry about it until after your nap. I'll tell you then, I promise. I need to leave and take care of a few things. Am I taking Joey or not?" I looked back over at the closed door, wanting very much to see her, alone, and preferably in the dark so I wouldn't notice her blacked look. I was scared, however, to find nothing left of the Suzi I knew, and was about to say no when Joey came out and followed my mother out the door. "Well, at least the room is dark," I said as I got up off the couch and started to take my clothes off one more time. As I approached my fallen angel on the bed, she suddenly sensed my presence and sat up with a gasp of fear. "Suzi, it's okay. It's only me, Timmy." I received no response beyond the steady pulsing of her fear, and I realized she not only didn't know who I really was, but thought I was going to rape her. "Oh, Suzi," I said with my eyes filling with tears. "I wish I could have stopped them from.... I wish you had been.... I'm sorry, Suz. I'm just so sorry." I got down on my knees at the edge of the bed, putting my hands and chin on the mattress, watching her as I wept for my poor love. Suzi slowly relaxed, then was silently trying to comfort me by touching my cheeks with the back of her hand. I told her about us, about the three of us, sometimes having trouble speaking for the tears. I went on and on about everything we had done, and by the time I ran out of tears and my voice had started breaking up, Suzi had her head laying less than a foot from mine, listening even when my voice became a whisper. I was still on my knees, feeling my back ache and my knees hurting after staying in that same position for so long. And after crying like that, tired doesn't even start to describe the exhaustion I felt. After I laid down on the floor and stretched, I found myself perfectly comfortable as I was and closed my eyes to sleep. But a moment later, I heard Suzi moving about on the bed so I lifted my head to see what was going on. "Are you sure?" I asked, overjoyed with her obvious invitation to join her in the bed. "Yes," she said in breathy whisper, then mirrored the smile I had on my face with her own weak one. I crawled under the covers next to her, trying to be careful not to make any sudden or threatening moves. I could feel her terror of having an unauthorized bed partner, but she still had her compassion for the well being of others, even for someone who she had been made believe was an enemy. We laid in the bed facing each other, Suzi appearing relaxed but actually ready to flee at a moment's notice. There was at least two feet of space between us, but I could feel her breath, her heartbeat, even the blinking of her eyes without any help from my special senses. I wanted very badly to just reach out and hold her, but I knew that would have sent her flying for sure. While I was fighting to stay awake and stretch out the time I had with her, our eyes made contact, and a moment later we felt the empathic connection form. My emotions started to flow all over again, and as my dry eyes tried to make a few more tears, I was overjoyed when Suzi moved towards me for a hug. This time we both cried, holding each other tighter and tighter as we went on a emotional roller coaster ride together. My memory gets a pretty foggy from there, for at some point I fell asleep with my Suzi's arms around me. I awoke three or four times to find Suzi was still in the bed with me, staring at me with bright probing eyes, then sometime after three in the morning I awoke to find her sleeping peacefully less than a foot away from me. Even though I felt like I needed to get up, I was determined to stay in bed with her until she awoke for the day. At some point during the early morning I fell asleep again, but I wasn't upset at all to be awakened by her, especially in that way. I'll never forget how lovely her voice sounded when she said in my ear, "Timmy?" My eyes snapped open to find her staring at me again, but this time with a hint of recognition. "Timmy?" she repeated. "Yes! Do you remember? Oh God, please say you remember me?" I could feel her struggling inside, finding her emotions going haywire from her attempts to access her past life. I didn't dare interfere, not knowing what I could do that wouldn't possibly prevent what I wanted to help. Her face suddenly brightened like she had just woke up on Christmas morning surrounded by gifts. But her excitement faded quickly as she looked around her, not finding anything familiar. "Suzi, look at me," I said with my voice sounding high with hope. "You know me. Remember? Timmy? I'm Timmy." Suzi's eyes met mine again, and without thinking I formed an empathic connection. I felt her searching my face with her soul as well as her mind, having gotten just a glimpse of something she thought she knew. My heart was beating so hard I swear the bed shook with my pulse, and as she searched my face for another glimpse of something familiar, I watched her face anxiously for any signs of recognition. But it wasn't my face, or even anything she could see with her eyes that she was getting bits and pieces of. And suddenly she found what she was looking for just as I found it too. Staring into each other's eyes but seeing each other's hearts, we moved closer for a kiss. It felt as if the real Suzi was reaching out to me and I was grasping her hand to pull her partially out of the quicksand. And that was exactly what that kiss was to her. Suzi, my first girlfriend, my first real love, the first girl who I had ever danced with, showered with, made love with, the person who had given me enough kisses and hugs to last me a lifetime, was not only kissing me again, but rediscovering our love and making the first step towards recovering her true-self. But while the old Suzi was just starting to peek out, the new Suzi was still otherwise very much in control. As soon as she had gotten everything she could from our long deep kiss, she started licking my mouth and chin while removing the nighty she had been wearing. I didn't realize my Suzi had finished her struggle to free herself for the time being until the other Suzi uncovered my fully erect prick and engulfed it without a single sound. My Suzi would have never gone straight from sharing our love to swallowing my cock whole like that. We had always tried to make the loving last as long as we could before giving in to our arousal. Not that I didn't give into my arousal after she had done that. But even as I fucked her willing mouth, my mind was distracted by every un-Suzi like thing she did. No wonder Joey had given her to Steven. It was probably the only thing he could have done to keep himself from breaking down into tears every night. And she was so quiet. Suzi was never that big of a moaner, but she did have her moments, especially when Joey or I first enter her ass. Thank God Steven wasn't bigger than I was in the dick department. Suzi's ass felt just as good as it had before, all except missing her gasps of pleasure when I had started to pump. And she had always moaned, groaned, or something when she came. But if I hadn't have been monitoring her arousal, I would have never known she had cum. She had surprised me when she had cum, and I had missed my chance to cum with her. She hadn't even slowed her backward thrusts against my pounding cock during her orgasm. But when I felt my orgasm starting to rise, I linked up with her in a two way, something we hadn't done in a long time. It was hard to keep my arousal up as I experienced her side of the link. Her thoughts centered on the actions of which she had to perform for continuing her existence. There was no pleasure in it for her since she had barely even noticed her orgasm. Steven had made her orgasm so many times during her brainwashing that the one she had a few moments before simply wasn't strong enough to matter without the aid of the drug. All she truly lusted for was to have Steven make her cum again while under that damn drug. So then I had to ask myself, why was she doing this? Was the real Suzi driving her to do it? I couldn't tell. Her mind was simply too twisted to understand. So many conflictions, so many... "Emotions!" I screeched as I suddenly understood. I finally grasped what the twins had been trying to teach me the day they showed me Michael's soul. I could see how their empathic powers were able to wipe a person's mind and create an entirely different person. Finely controlled and well practiced skills of an empath could do the same thing that Steven had done with his drug. They both worked by amplifying the emotions of the victim. Anger, fear, pleasure, happiness. They were the real brainwashing tools. And if the twins could do it, and Penny and Steven could do it, so could I... at least with the twins help at first. And I had the bonus of my telepathic abilities to help me see in ways the twins couldn't. Of course I wouldn't be brainwashing anyone, I would be trying to unbrainwash them. Starting with Suzi. But alas, I hadn't the strength to do it alone, nor any idea how to even start to undo the damage. I simply needed the twins, and they were still sleeping off their last attempt at undoing Joey's brainwashed mind. Suzi was starting to tire, while I had just thought of something new to try. I knew it wouldn't bring the real Suzi out, but it would dissolve some of her overwhelming need for pleasing Steven in hopes of having him brainwash her some more. "Time to recondition you to be my little sex slut," I announced, turning my magic touch up all the way, then focusing my mind on overloading her nervous system with the sensations of my cock fucking her ass. As soon as my magic touch started its work, her ass started to clamp down and her speed immediately doubled. Our minds were still sharing the sensations of our bodies, and as she felt my cock growing larger and longer in her mind, I was rewarded by the sounds of her grunting. I preset blocks on our orgasms to not release until they had grown to the point just before brain damage would occur. I knew we would black out, but hell, as long as I didn't wake up with anything more than a headache, it would be worth just knowing Suzi would have become mine a little bit again. I made her believe my cock was starting to weave its way up inside her beyond just the rectum, her twisted mind finding the concept of my cock consuming her from the insides to be the greatest pleasure possible. She started to stiffen as my imaginary cock finished filling her intestines, spitting off and spreading through out her body, feeling like a puppet having its master's hand slipping inside it. This really got me hot with her thinking like that. So when her legs started to straighten out from their 'erection', we stood up and fucked as her mind began imagining herself physically changing into the penis that was fucking her ass. Her mind used the two way in manipulating our senses to produce the sensations of her body becoming a pulsing cock. As her arms and neck filled with my illusionary prick, her skin began tingling like that of my cock while her muscles contracted all over her body to stiffen herself into a hardon. "I am a cock!" she screamed as the sensation of my dick consuming her mind caused her to open her mouth, close her eyes, and point her 'head' up to the ceiling like a prick ready to shoot. As the white liquid in my real cock began to flow into her ass, we both were consumed by our joint orgasm. A white light rushed into our minds right after I saw Suzi's saliva glands squirt a stream of saliva right out of her mouth perfectly timed with my ejaculation. And then it was as if she was no longer a separate human being. Her body became integrated into mine, completing the transformation into becoming the largest cock on the face of the earth. As the most incredible about of ejaculant spewed out of new prick's head, I though to myself in a surge of pleasure, "She is a cock. My Cock," just before the white light took us beyond pleasure and into a realm of unconsciousness. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ |