Message-ID: <19581eli$9902020430@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: rass_senip@usa.net (Rass Senip) Subject: Tim, the Teenage MC - Chapter 18 ( d/d) - By Rass Senip - **NEW** Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: rass_senip@usa.net 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: <36da2bd5.25091598@newsreader.wustl.edu> Tim, the Teenage MC By: Rass Senip (rass_senip@usa.net) Home Page: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Rass_Senip/www/ ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ >This posting contains: Chapter XVIII: 12th Grade, Winter 1988/89 Part 8 - Final in Telepath 101 (foreplay) >See the Table of Contents (TOC) posting for a complete list of all Chapters released so far and information on posting format. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Chapter XVIII: 12th Grade, Winter 1988/89 Part 8 - Final in Telepath 101 (foreplay) "Ohhhhh!" Jennifer growled in frustration. "It's too complicated for me!" "Come on, honey. Stop trying to work it using the symbols. Remember, telepathy isn't the symbols, it just allows you to manipulate them." "I know, but it should be easier to do this way," she said as she attempted to send out a wave of symbols to the crowd waiting for the busses to take them home. I sighed, knowing she'd eventually get it to work or agree to do it my way. "Show it to me again, please?" she said a few minutes later. I cast the blanket command, then ignored their simultaneous clicking of their tongues as I studied the face of my love. "You have a new freckle on your cheek," I announced softly. "It looks so simple, but it isn't..." she commmented to herself. "I wonder if... No, that's not it." "I wonder if our kids will have freckles," I pondered. "Shoot. The bus is here. What did you say a minute ago?" she asked, finally turning her attention back to her other senses." "Nothing important," I said with a smile. "How's your head? Any headache?" "No. None. Well, what do we do next? We just lost our test subjects." "I don't care. You want to poke through my mind again?" "No, that's okay," she said with some regret. "Why? What's the matter?" "I just never feel very good after seeing... them." "Oh," I said, with a frown. "It's not just the sex," she said anxiously. "It does upset me the most, but..." "But what?" I sighed. She took my hands and placed them at her waist before wrapping her arms behind my neck and said to my face, "I'm just uncomfortable about you having lived happily before me, that's all. Selfish isn't it?" My frown melted into smile, then I kissed her forehead and said, "Very selfish." She gave me a wicked grin, then said, "How about we go to the mall and practice there?" My eyebrows shot up in surprise, then I said, "Are you sure? You said it was too big..." "I know, but now I think I can handle the mall, especially if you're there to help me. Besides, I want to see if I can get my coin put on a chain like Joey's." "Ahh... So now the truth comes out," I said, rubbing my nose into hers. "Speaking of Joey," I said as we put on our coats and grabbed our things. "Did you ever decide how you felt about he and I... Uhm, playing ball?" "I'm not the one you should be asking," she said after pausing to consider my question. "Huh? Who should I be asking? Your dad?" "No, silly... Suzi." "Oh... Yeah, I guess you're right. Hey. Try seeing if you can keep my body walking while I ask her, okay?" "I can't do that!" she exclaimed. "Sure you can. Just try it." "Okay... But... I'm going to have to stop walking myself to do it." "Oh... Well then we can try it later," I said, seeing she really didn't want to do try it yet. So while we walked across the parking lot to my car, I reached out with my mind and quickly felt out Suzi's thoughts, but then was startled when I touched her mind and found it in the middle of something. "What's the matter? Did she say no?" Jennifer asked from sensing my shock. "Uhm, no. I haven't asked her. I'll have to wait until later. She's, uhm, busy right now." "Come on... What is she doing? I'm a big girl now. I can take it." "All right... You want me to tell you, or let you see for yourself?" I said as I unlocked the doors of my car. "Oh, let me see... This will be good practice, don't you think?" "Okay, but just remember... You're a big girl now, so don't get upset. Okay?" "Okay..." she said suspiciously. "All right," I said when we were both sitting in the car with the doors closed. "It's farther away than what we were doing this morning, so there's going to be a lot more minds between us and her. Just follow my probe and you'll find her. Ready?" "Uh huh..." she said with her eyes shut, licking her lips anxiously. I felt out Suzi's mind again, then carefully guided Jennifer's mind by repeatedly sending ping probes out to Suzi's mind, the probes simply acknowledging her mind was still there but not what she was doing at all. Jennifer's gasp and following shudder told me she had connected with Suzi's mind, then confirmed it by reading Jennifer's mind while starting up the car and pulling out. "You okay?" I said when she finally disconnected and looked over at me. "I guess..." "You're not mad at me, are you?" "No... I knew it would be something like that, but I didn't think about it being Brad. Why aren't you upset? I mean, Suzi's cheating on Joey, isn't she?" "No, not really. Remember the ring slaves? Well, the three of us sort of agreed that we could have sex with anyone we wanted without it making a difference about how we felt about each other. And Joey and Brad had sex with Suzi a couple of weekends ago together, so it isn't like Joey doesn't know about it." "So you wouldn't care if I had sex with Brad?" she asked. "That depends on the situation and your reasons for doing it. But if you did, I'd want to be able to have sex with other girls as well." "Never mind. That wasn't the answer I was hoping for.." she said in a hurt voice. "I'm sorry, Jennifer. I was just being honest about it. To me sex isn't the ultimate expression of love for someone. Sex is just... Well, sex. It's fun, it's pleasurable, and I would want you to experience it with other people for some diversity. If it helps, I would be extremely upset if you had sex with anyone but me for the first few times. Now that is special, and I'm sorry I couldn't share my own loss of virginity with you when the time comes." She didn't say anything, and I knew better to try and get her to talk about it any further, so I dropped the subject and just concentrated on driving us to the mall. But she didn't let it drop, and about ten minutes later she exclaimed, "If I do marry you, you have to promise never, ever, EVER to have sex with anyone but.. but ME!" Her sudden out burst caught me by surprise and nearly made me hit the car driving next to us. "Shit, Jennifer..." I exhaled after straightening out my swerve. "Can't this wait until we're a little closer to getting married? Like maybe when you're seventeen?" "Take me home..." she said after trying to sort out her feelings. "I don't want to go the mall, or anywhere with you. Just... Take me home and leave me alone." I sighed, put my blinker on, then pulled into a street to turn around in. While I waited for the traffic to pass so we could get back on the main road, I reached over to wipe a tear off her cheek but she slapped it away before I could and said, "Don't touch me." I took her home like she wished, and flinched when she got out of the car and slammed the door without even a goodbye. I knew something was still very wrong with me since I wasn't the least bit upset as I left her subdivision to head home. I felt completely calm. Too calm, in fact, and I realized it was like the calm before what had to be a gigantic storm. After careful consideration, I decided that Suzi would be the best person to discuss this with, so once again I turned the car around and headed back the way I had come. When I reached Brad's house, I was surprised to find Joey's Mustang parked behind Suzi's brand new Toyota Camry. Figuring I might need some extra conversation material, I took a closer look at Suzi's eighteenth birthday present which she had gotten about a week before Jennifer's own birthday. Being a new car, there was not a speck of dirt on the inside, and besides Suzi's book bag in the back seat, there wasn't anything really to see. I checked out Joey's car real quick before hurrying to the porch as it was starting to sprinkle again like it had been trying to do all day. Joey's probe surprised me, not having expected him to be linked to anyone right then. He sent me the invitation to just walk in, and followed my lock on their location to Brad's family room. "Hi... Uhm, I didn't mean to intrude..." I said when I entered the room. "Shit, man... You're not intruding," Brad said, standing up and pulling his underpants back on. "We were just done anyway. Shit! Sandi's due home any minute." "Where's Suzi?" I asked since she wasn't in the room when I got there. "You know her," Joey said with a grin. "Can't stand having it drip out her." "Oh..." I said, sitting down on the couch. "Come on Joey!" Brad said, rushing to get dressed. "Get your shit together and get dressed! Shit.. She'll kill me if she finds out!" "Relax, Brad," Joey said with a grin. "She won't mind one bit." "Hey, don't be fucking around with my sister's head. Uhm... What were you gonna do though?" "Guys, I don't mean to put a spanner in the works, but... You can't do anything to Sandi." "Why not?" Joey said a little defensively. "She's his sister, and you don't have any claim to her anymore." "You're right, I don't. But Jennifer does." "Awe shit. I didn't think of her..." Joey said with displeasure. "Well then get the fuck dressed!" Brad said, tossing Joey's clothes at him. "Hey, asshole," Joey spat after his jock strap landed in his face. "Don't you think you should worry more about getting Suzi's clothes on her?" "Fuck..." Brad moaned before jumping over the couch and started gathering Suzi's stuff. "Brad... I'm home..." Sandi called from the front entryway. "Whose cars are these? Are you having a party or something?" "Hi, Sandi," I said, intercepting her on her way to the family room. "Can I talk to you for a minute?" "Sure. I thought that was your car... Let's go in the family room..." "Actually, I sort of wanted to talk to you in private," I made up. "Could we go to your room?" "Uhm, sure... Just let me tell Brad I'm home and..." "He knows. Look, this really important. And Brad's busy helping Suzi and Joey with some after school stuff." "Okay... You don't want to fuck or anything, do you? I don't think Jennifer would like that," she said as she started climbing the stairs ahead of me. "No.. No sex. Just talk." I followed her to her room, then closed the door behind me and sat down on the bed as she took out her ear rings and looked herself over in the mirror. "You know Jennifer has a thing for Brad," she said as she turned around to join me on the bed. "She has since sixth grade." "Yeah, I know. So how come you never tried to get her into your slut club?" "Who Jennifer? You kidding? Anytime I mentioned anything the least bit sexual, she'd either walk away or tell me not to talk like that. So what is it you wanted to talk about?" I stared at her for a moment, realizing that perhaps she could help me with my problem better than Suzi could. "Well?" "Jennifer want's me to promise not to have sex with anyone else but her, even after we get married when she turns eighteen." "You asked her to marry you?" she said, shocked. "Uhm yeah. On her birthday Saturday." "Oh wow! I never thought you'd ask anyone... I mean, you have sex with everyone and... Oh. Ohhhhh..." Sandi took in a deep breath, then let it out slowly as she laid back on her bed. "I really love her, and I've promised her I won't have sex with anyone before we get married and make love to her, but... I guess I expected she'd let me... you know. Have sex with others again after that. That probably sounds kind of stupid to you, doesn't it?" "Yeah... Pretty dumb. Especially with it being Jennifer and all. She's the last person on Earth I would have believed to even want to have sex, let alone let her husband have sex with others." "Shit. That's what I was afraid of," I moaned as I fell back on the bed beside her. "What are you going to do?" "I don't know... I love her so much... I can't imagine being without her... But I know I won't be able to resist having sex with someone other than her forever. I don't want to betray her like that. I just wish she could see that sex isn't love." "No, I guess it isn't. But..." "What?" "Well, then why is it always so much better with someone you love than with someone else? Like when Brad would bring one of his friends home and we'd have sex... It just wasn't as good as with Brad." "You were his slave, and he was your master. Of course it was always better with him. It was just as good with me or Ted, wasn't it?" "I guess... But I loved you and Ted too back then." "Hrrrr.. I don't know... I don't have all the answers, Sandi. But... When it was Joey, Suzi and I, the sex wasn't as important to us as our love for each other. Sex with someone loses it's magic after a while, but the three of us kept coming back to each other after having it with other people because... I don't know.. It just seemed fresher again... Like the sex we had with other people restored some of the magic for us. Does any of that make any sense?" "I think you loved them, and that's why you kept going back to them," Sandi said. "I don't know about the magic bit. Brad and I keep finding something new to try that makes it magical again. Oh, but Jennifer would never go for that, would she?" "Shit, Sandi..." I gasped when I peeked in her head from her indirect invitation. "I knew he was getting a kick out of playing submissive, but... He actually lets you tie him up and blind fold him and shit?" "Uh huh... He's even talking about getting some stuff from that adult store, but he's too chicken to ask you for help in getting it. He really gets off trying to find new things to get me hot, and, mmmm... Some of the things they did to me when I was taking their candy really makes me hot to think about doing them to him." "Shit, Sandi. You know, sometimes I really regret having made Brad your master. You're fixated on him worse than he is on you. What are you going to do when Brad falls for some girl and marries her?" "Probably go on their honeymoon for one thing," she joked. "Come on. Be serious." "I thought we were talking about Jennifer and you, not me and Brad?" "Fine. Do you have any ideas?" "Hmmm.. Well, if it would help, ask her if she'd like to have sex with Brad, and then you can at least fuck me." "Heh.. Thanks for the offer, Sandi. I guess we'll just have to wait and see." "I'm sorry I couldn't help," she said as I sat up. "Oh, I don't know. I think you did," I said honestly. "I just needed to talk to someone about it, that's all." "Oh.. Well then could you do me a favor?" "Depends on what it is." "Like, could you help Brad get that bondage stuff for me?" "How about this. You get a boyfriend your own age who isn't related to you, and I'll make sure you and Brad can buy whatever you want from that store no questions asked. Okay?" "Oh.. All right." "Good. Now how about giving your old Master a look at your growing tities before he goes." "But what about Jennifer?" "I'm eighteen years old. I can look at a pretty girl's tits if I want to." ------------------- Jennifer played it pretty cool with me for the next several days. She wouldn't let me touch her, but I still picked her up in the mornings and met her after school everyday to continue her lessons. On Friday, however, she shocked the hell out of me by wearing her makeup and perfume to school. While she didn't accept any of my advances all day long, she seemed to go out of her way to tease me in some pretty sexual ways. Like licking her lips when she knew I could see her, or wiggling her butt in a provocative way whenever she left to go to her next class. And then after school she showed up at the room without her bra on underneath her tshirt. "Okay, Jennifer... What's going on?" "What do you mean?" "You know exactly what I mean. Are you trying to make me lose control or something?" "Lose control?" I walked up to her and stared into her stubborn eyes for bit, then said, "This was Lee's idea, wasn't it?" She sighed in defeat and turned away, then nodded. "I knew it wouldn't work. I'm just not sexy enough." "You know what? You're right. You're not. No one is." "Lee is." "No she isn't. Because if she was, I'd be fucking her right this minute." "Sex... That's all you think about, isn't it?" she said angrily as she faced me again. "No, but..." "Now I understand what my mom was afraid of. Why she didn't want me to go out with you. You're a... a... a prick! You're just a walking hormone with a guilty conscience. You have all these ideas about love and trust and sharing, but when it comes down to it, you'd rather hump some girl in the butt than talk to her. And when you get tired of girls, you go find a guy and..." She stopped because my expression had gone from a gentle warm and patient one to a blank and cold emotionless one she had never seen me wear before. "Your assumptions about me are wrong, and your mother's assumptions were also wrong. I believe you are allowing your selfish emotions to get the best of you. Perhaps it isn't your abilities I should worry about corrupting you, but your feelings about me, sex, and your mother's ideals. I think it would be best if I took you home now, don't you?" Jennifer stood there in shock watching me gather up our things, then slowly put her coat on when I handed it to her. I wasn't angry, I wasn't sad, I wasn't bitter, happy, or anything. Just like before when I caught Joey and my mom having sex, I felt completely free of emotion. My mind contained nothing but crystal clear thoughts, or at least so I believed at the time. We said nothing else until I pulled into her driveway and said, "I think it would be best if I went to the game tonight alone," which her response was to jump out of the car and run inside her house in a fit of emotional tears. Our basketball team lost their first game that night, Joey's experience being no match for my ability to concentrate on the game like the cold emotionless computer I was. After the game, Joey invited himself over to spend the night, but after he had me tell him everything which had happened with Jennifer, I firmly told him he needed to leave. I spent the weekend copying the drawings by hand, refusing to allow my mother, Joey, or Suzi distract me with their attempts to restore my emotional side. Sunday night, Lee called to say Jennifer didn't want me to pick her up for school anymore, but then tried to convince me I should anyway. But I honored Jennifer's request and went straight to school that day, then was somewhat surprised to find Jennifer waiting for me on the third floor after school. "I didn't think you would show up today," I admitted as I unlocked the door. "Do you want me to leave?" she said very softly and shakily. "You're here now, so you might as well stay." "Suzi said you can't feel any emotion," she stated, hesitating to enter the room. "That is correct. Are you going to stand out in the hall or come in?" She blushed and entered, then flinched when the door shut behind her. "Do you have a preference on what we work on today?" "How long will it be before you... are normal again?" "I don't know. I may never be normal again. I think you are ready to learn how to block other people's probes. I have put it off until now because I feared you would block me out if you became too emotional. But seeing you are already too emotional to deal with, I don't see any reason to..." "Tim, please be yourself," she begged. "I'm sorry if I cause this. I'm sorry if I hurt you. I can't take it any more. I missed you... I love you." "I'm sorry, Jennifer. It doesn't appear to be working. I take it you are not interested in working on your telepathic skills today?" "I love you.. I LOVE YOU! Don't you feel anything when I say that?" she sobbed. "I know you can't help being emotional, but please try and calm down, Jennifer." "Calm down?!?" she cried as she started hitting me in the chest with her hands. "You want me to calm down?!? You tell me you love me and mean it! You know you do! I know you do! So SAY IT!" I grabbed her hands to prevent her from beating my chest any further, and opened my mouth to order her to get hold of herself. But looking at her face twisted in anguish as she struggled to pull her hands free caused a turmoil of confusion in my brain. There was no emotion to it, although it definitely caused the discomfort that emotions like to make. And then her teary eyes met mine and I felt that magic start to happen again, pulling me towards her while feeling the coldness in my heart begin to melt away. After the long and embracing kiss, she excitedly exclaimed, "You're back, aren't you?!" "Yes, my love," I said as I picked her up by the waist and spun her around. "And only you could have done it too!" She reached out and pulled our faces back together in another kiss, then when I set her back down onto her own two feet, I found her pulling me towards the couch and started knocking the cushions off to get the bed out. I broke our kiss long enough to pull the bed out, then grabbed her and threw us both down before returning to our increasingly passionate kiss. Our hands were all over each other, but then suddenly she jerked, then broke off. "What? Did I do something wrong?" I said anxiously. "No... I just..." she said, her face showing every bit of her confusion. "What, baby? What?" "I think.... I.. I.." she stuttered as he expression changed from confusion to guilt. "Hey.. It's okay... Whatever it is, it's okay. If you can't tell me..." "I think I'm becoming a... a... a slut," she said in a tiny voice. "You're not a slut, and you'll never be..." "Then why did I watch Sandi and Brad have sex yesterday!" she blurted out emotionally. "You what?" "Sandi called me yesterday and asked me to come over. My dad made me go because I'd been sitting around too much... As soon as I got there, Sandi started ordering Brad to... to... He kissed me... all over! I couldn't... couldn't..." "Oh honey.... It's okay. Really, it is. You didn't have sex with him, now did you?" "Not exactly..." she said, looking up at me pitifully. "You're still a virgin," I stated. "Yes... but..." "But you liked what he did..." "I kissed him... and... I let him..." she paused, the very hesitantly raised her right hand to her left breast then dropped it without actually touching it. "Did he suck on them too?" I asked gently and warmly. She shuttered guiltily, then nodded jerkily while the tears continued to drip off her face. "And you enjoyed that too, didn't you?" "But it was so wrong!" she sobbed. "I'm sorry, baby... This is all my fault." "No... I let it happen... It's my fault," she insisted. "You don't understand. Sandi knew you wouldn't be able to resist Brad if he came on to you while we were... having troubles. I'm afraid that Sandi thought she was helping me. I'm sorry, honey." "You mean... She wanted to make me feel guilty? Why?" "Last week I needed to talk to someone, and Sandi was the first person I came across who could understand the problem. I think she wanted to show you what it was like to... want to have sex with someone else..." "She tricked me... She... she..." "Jennifer, don't blame her for trying to help us. I don't think she knew better. And I'm not upset that you liked what Brad did. In fact, I'm tickled pink that you actually let someone else... pleasure you." "But it's wrong... Maybe not to you, but it is to me. I love you... I don't love Brad. I should only want to have sex with you... But while you and I were kissing... I... I..." "You imagined for a moment that I was Brad. I know. But let me prove to you that even if you have every form a sex there is with me and Brad, the sex we have will always be better. Take off your shirt and bra." "Why? What are you going to do?" "I'm going to suck on your nipples until you admit I can do it better than Brad can." "But I don't want you to..." "Do you love me?" "Yes!" "Then let me prove our love is stronger, more powerful, and greater than anything sexual. Now, come on. Take it off." She hesitated, then sighed and pulled her shirt off. I waited patiently as she undid her bra and rubbed the slight red marks that it had impressed onto her small tits, then let me help her lay down before I started giving her mouth, chin and neck kisses. "I see Brad left a few hickeys to make sure I believed you," I said before kissing the darkened spots on her breasts. "This doesn't feel right to me," she said. "Please can we just kiss and make up and go do something else?" "Give me a chance first..." I said before licking around her left nipple and watching it stiffen with my breath. "But... Tim... This doesn't feel right," she insisted. I sighed, then rested my forehead against her upper chest while I brought my lust under control. "I'm sorry," Jennifer said shakily. "It's okay. I know... how... hard... Did you feel that?" "Yes. What was that? A probe?" "I think so, but nothing like I ever have... Shit. Get dressed. We've got company." "Who?" she said as I got up and she reached for her bra. A knock on the door followed by someone trying to turn the locked door's knob made us both jump, then while the sound of a key being inserted into the lock was heard, I looked at her and said... "Cabal." ------------------------- "What's going on! Where's the Inquisitor!" I demanded as the four goons roughly "escorted" us down to the van waiting outside. They didn't answer us, and I had a strange feeling that these weren't the Inquisitor's men at all. "Tim, where are they taking us?" Jennifer pleaded as she struggled to stay on her feet. "It will be all right, Jennifer," I said, focusing my mind on Higgs who still stood mindlessly on the third floor at the door of the room, keys still in hand. I quickly undid the commands rendering him a simple zombie, then thought to him, "Call my mom. Tell her Jennifer and I are being taken by the Cabal, but not by the Inquisitor. No, don't try to help us. Just call my mom. She'll do the rest." At that point we were lifted into the back of a black unmarked van, then the moment the doors were shut, blackness over took me with a hiss and sting at my neck. When I awoke, I was strapped in a very solid and hard chair in a small gray windowless room with a TV and a video camera both pointing at me. "Good. You're finally awake," a somewhat familiar voice said. "What the FUCK is going on! Where's Jennifer? Why are we being treated like this!" The blank screen suddenly showed Jennifer strapped to a chair in a room identical to mine, her head slumped forward still asleep. "You will not be harmed if you cooperate," the familiar voice said. "Who are you?" "Oh, surely you recognized my voice..." "I know your voice, but I can't... "Patrick," I growled when it finally came to me. "Let us go or I'll..." "You'll do what?" he said as his smiling image appeared on the screen. "Hypnotize me? Or break through my shields and turn me into your slave? Do you take me as a fool? With the simple touch of a button, the chairs you and your little girlfriend will... shall we say, shock the hell out of you both." "You're an asshole, Patrick. That's what I though of you when I first met you, and that's what I'll always think of you. Too bad Melissa couldn't keep you... Assholes like you should like eating shit like that." "I said you wouldn't be harmed if you cooperated," he growled. "That is your last warning. And don't forget about your little woman..." "I haven't," I admitted, having been trying to contact her ever since I woke up. "Good. Now to the business at hand. The Cabal is... concerned about your little basketball enterprise. It has been drawing quite a lot of attention lately in the press, especially when the team whom you were playing against suddenly met and exceeded your team's incredible... skills. You are to stop your meddling immediately and take whatever action required to see that your... colleague does so as well." "Why are _you_ telling me this. This is the Inquisitor's job, not yours." "The Inquisitor is on sabbatical, and the Cabal's senate gave me the honor of dealing with this particular matter. During the investigation..." "Ha! They let you do it because you're expendable! Hahahaha..." "AS I was saying, during the investigation, we learned of a new and possibly a much greater threat to the security of the Cabal and even the world..." "You can't possibly be talking about Jennifer," I said as all my cockiness left my body and fear began to grow in its place. "I most certainly do mean Jennifer. Dear sweet Jennifer. Such an innocent looking child with an equally innocent mind... I'm afraid we will have to take over her development from here on. We can not allow..." "Over MY DEAD BODY!" I screamed while struggling to break out of the straps. Patrick was saying something to me calmly as I felt an emotional barrier I hadn't realized had existed before lower and release a frothing rage which produced a state bordering insanity. I was jolted back into the blackness of unconsciousness by the chair's high voltage, but awoke moments afterwards to Patrick's voice. "Now... If you care to stay calm long enough for me to finish this interview, you will be released and sent home to your mommy." "I'm not leaving without Jennifer," I said without energy. I was barely able to speak as it was, for there was a slight tingle of electrical power still flowing through the chair. Enough to cause me discomfort, but not enough to do me any permanent harm. I hoped. "Tim?" I felt Jennifer's mind call. "Jennifer. They want to keep you here. Do what you have to, don't worry about me. I'll be okay. I'll get you out of here, I promise... Ahhhhghh." "Now now," Patrick said as the chair's surge of current went back down to just the discomfort level. "No unauthorized telepathic transmissions. Your chair is set to automatically... discourage... What is going ON!" Patrick's face went blank a moment later, then just as I was about to ask the futile question that he had just asked himself, Jennifer touched my mind again and said, "Someone will be there to undo those straps in a minute. Tim, who are these people?" "You did this?" I thought back to her amazed, then got zapped by the chair again. "Jennifer, make someone turn off this damn AHHHHGHHH!!" "Oh I'm sorry!" she thought back urgently. "I didn't see that. Ohhhhh! I HATE these mental barriers! Just a moment..." Several long moments later, I felt the tingling in the chair drain away, then the door behind me opened and in the reflection of the TV's glass I saw a nude woman who was obviously a fuck slave enter. After undoing my restrains, the woman walked out with a smile on her face, and as I felt around the installation with my mind, I found Jennifer busily probing and adjusting the minds of five other telepaths. They apparently had been monitoring Patrick and each other, waiting to press the shock button for my chair if I touched any of their minds. I felt my pride blossom inside my chest as I realized Jennifer had simply taken all five of them over without probing any of their minds beforehand. "You were incredible," I said lovingly as I stepped up behind her and gave her left cheek a kiss. "Busy... Kiss later..." she mumbled. I watched her work, marveling at her ability to test a change she had made, access the negative side effects, then modify what she had done until there were no traces of her meddling, and more importantly, no signs that she ever had existed. Apparently when Patrick had discovered Jennifer's existence, he saw a chance to get revenge on me while gaining a powerful tool to use in his quest to become the Cabal's head man. He figured he could charm Jennifer into trusting him, or if anything else drug her and brainwash her using methods similar to what Steven had used, then use her as a bargaining chip in getting the support of the other Senate members. Jennifer was pissed, and I couldn't blame her. After finishing with the others without making any changes beyond the hiding of their knowledge concerning her from their own minds, she went to work on Patrick, and within a half an hour Patrick was a new man. "I still can't believe you did all that without my help," I said as one of Patrick's goons drove us back to school. "And making Patrick 'discover' his love for mankind was absolutely brilliant, not to mention a total riot!" I chuckled. "I couldn't think of anything else that would appear natural yet make him free all those poor people. I think I see why you're so tolerant about your parents. Compared to what those six evil men do, your mom and dad are... Saints..." "Well, I wouldn't go that far..." I said, giving her another hug. "I know... But even if they start burning people at the stake, they would still have one redeeming act in their favor..." "What would that be?" "They had you," she said before pulling her shirt off and raised her arms above her head to give me easy access to her bra's clasps. "You know what?" I said as I reached around and undid her bra. "What?" she breathed out. I dropped the bra on the floor beside us and stuck my face in front of hers to say, "I think you've graduated Timmy's school of telepathy. Congratulations. You're a full fledged telepath." ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ And now a sneak peek of Chapter 19........ "You know," I started to say cautiously. "I wouldn't mind watching her fuck you if she's as hot as you say. But only if it's the real her, not your slave, you know?" "Yeah? Jennifer wouldn't mind?" Joey said with a surprised grin. "Let's just say what Jennifer doesn't know, can't hurt her, and besides... It's not like I'm doing the fucking..." "Yeah, that's sound's reasonable to me. You gonna make yourself invisible to her? Or what? 'Cause here we are," he said as we pulled in front of a two story brick house. "I'll just make her think I'm an observer from playboy," I said, reaching out with my mind and locating my target. "Shit, Joey. She's all wet just thinking about you. Is that part of the rat's doing?" "Nope," Joey said with a grin as we got out. "That's just the Joey Connor affect." "Shit," I said with a laugh. "Hi," Kelly said, meeting us at the door. "I can't tell you how excited I am to meet you," she said to me. "I'm pretty excited to meet you too," I admitted as I kissed the hand she offered for a handshake. "I'm excited too, you know," Joey mentioned. "Come on in," Kelly said, making sure I got a good look at her profile while she leaned against the door to keep it open for us. "So... Are your parents home?" Joey asked, already knowing they weren't. "Nope. They won't get home until after seven tonight," she said, leading us to the living room. "Wow... Nice place," I said, sensing she was rather proud of her parents home. "You really think so?" she asked, sitting down on the leather couch and patting the spot next to her while looking at me expectantly. Not wanting to be impolite, (heh), I accepted her offer while Joey sat down next on the other side to her with a slight sigh. "Yeah. Especially the white bear skin rug. That would be a good scene for a photo shoot, would you say Joey?" "Uhm, yeah," he said, sliding his arm behind her. "Ewww, I like that idea..." she said sitting forward. "Would you like me to try it to see?" "Sure," I said, delighted. "Okay," she said as she jumped to her feet just as Joey was about to kiss her neck. While she had her back turned walking to the bear skin rug in front of the large fireplace, Joey tapped me on the shoulder and mouthed, "She's my fuck, remember?" I shrugged, then had an idea and winked at him with a grin. "Did I mention that I also work for Hustler magazine too?" "No," she replied carefully. "They pay three times as much as Playboy does," I made up. "They do?" she said as the dollar signs lit up in her eyes. "They sure do. Didn't Joey tell you he was in a recent photo shoot for them?" "No! He didn't!" she said rather hostile like. "It was just a... a little shoot..." Joey stammered. "No big deal." "No big deal?" I said with surprise. "You should have seen him! He had three girls all over him, and they wouldn't stop after they finished the shoot. It was really hot!" "Really?" Kelly said with reservation. "Oh yeah.. I think I got some of the proofs with me... Ah shit. They're in the 'vette." "That's okay..." she said as her face lit up with an idea. "Do you think you could get me a spot with Hustler too? Maybe me and Joey doing a shoot together?" "Well... I don't know... We'd have to see if you two would look good together like that." "Well that's easy enough to do.." she said, motioning Joey over. "Just pretend I'm not here, okay?" I said, getting comfortable on the couch to watch the show. "Oh, but make sure you don't cover anything up while you're fucking... It's important for the shoot, you know." Joey just gave me a exasperated grin as Kelly sexily began rubbing her body up and down his muscular body with both hands feeling his back while licking her lips sensually in my direction. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----