Message-ID: <24258asstr$958997405@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: gcirby@hotmail.com X-Original-Message-ID: <8g8v8b$dnc$1@nnrp1.deja.com> X-Article-Creation-Date: Sun May 21 15:27:14 2000 GMT Subject: {ASSM} NEW: Absolute Power 3 by Gary Cirby (MFF) 2/3 Date: Mon, 22 May 2000 08:10:05 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, dennyw, apuleius Absolute Power 3 (2/3) Send all comments to gcirby@hotmail.com And with that, he explained about the voice from the speakers and about President Clinton on the television and about the gift that he was given and about how he had used it to make her believe that he had gone from one room to another. She listened with a growing disbelief and alarm in her eyes. "Paul," she said carefully, when he was finished. "Tell me that you don't really believe what you just told me." "I wish I could," he said. "You actually believe that you have been given the power to control the thoughts of other people?" "I don't have to believe it Terry," he said. "I DO have that power. I've been using it for two days." She swallowed nervously, wringing her own hands now in an unconscious imitation of one of his mannerisms. "I think," she said slowly, "that maybe we had better make an appointment for you to... you know... uh.... see someone about this. I think maybe you're exhibiting symptoms of some sort of... schizophrenia or something." "I'm not," he insisted. "I can prove to you that I have this power." "Paul," she said, more nervously. "I... "I don't want to use the power on you," he said. "I've made a vow with myself that I won't do that. But go put some clothes on and I'll prove it to you, okay?" She shook her head. "I think that maybe we should..." "Terry," he said gently. "Please, humor me just for a few moments. If I don't prove to you that I have this power, then I will go talk to whomever you wish tomorrow, okay?" She thought it over for a moment and then finally nodded. She got up and walked out of the room, heading for the bedroom. She returned a few minutes later wearing a pair of jeans and a T-shirt. She had also, he saw, put on a bra. "Where are we going?" she asked. "Next door," he said. "What?" she asked, embarrassed in advance. "I don't think..." "Just humor me," he said. "I promise, I will not humiliate us." Dubiously she followed him out the door. Twice on the trip across their lawn she tried to get him to return but he simply pressed on, walking up to the front door of Rich and Julie's house. He rang the bell. "Paul," she whispered frantically. "What are you going to do? What are you going to say to them?" "Just watch," he said, hearing footsteps approaching the door. It swung open a moment later and Rich stood there, wearing a pair of sweat pants and no shirt, his athletic body on display. His face formed a smile when he saw his neighbors standing there. "Hi Paul, hi Terry," he greeted. "What's up?" Projecting towards him, Paul said: "Nothing that I ask you to do is unusual. You will comply with it as if it is a normal request made by one neighbor to another and you will answer any question I ask truthfully and with no sense that it is strange in any way." "Paul!" Terry, hearing this, hissed, her face turning red. But Rich simply smiled wider. "Sure, sure," he said. "Let us in," Paul told him. He stood aside, opening the screen door to allow him admittance. Paul looked at Terry, who was staring at the scene with wide eyes. "Come on in," he told her, stepping through the doorway. Terry, after a moment, followed. "Is this some sort of set-up between you and Rich?" she asked as they stood in the entryway. "Not at all," he said. "You'll see in a minute." "But..." "Shhhh," he hushed her. "Just watch and absorb." He turned to Rich, who was standing there expectantly. "Where's Julie?" he asked him. "She's putting Kyla to bed," he said. "I see," he said, nodding. "And tell me Rich, how often do you masturbate?" "Paul!" Terry nearly screamed in horror. She turned to Rich to apologize for the behavior of her husband. But Rich, undaunted, simply answered the question. "About three times a week on average," he said. "Usually after Julie has gone to bed." "And what do you think about when you jack off?" he asked next. "Well usually," he said, "I look at pictures on the Internet. But when I do have to do it without pictures, I think about women that I would like to have sex with." Terry was looking at him in amazement. "What women?" Paul asked him. "I think about Terry sometimes," he said, giving her a friendly glance. "Or I think about the secretary at work. I've actually fucked her a time or two; she likes the way I look. Sometimes I think about Jennifer Lopez or Brittany Spears. They're real hot." "So you think about Terry, do you?" Paul asked. "Do you ever think about Julie?" He scoffed. "Are you kidding? Why would I think about her? She's my wife!" Paul turned to Terry. "Is this starting to convince you?" he asked. She looked from Paul to Rich and back to Paul again. "This is a set- up," she said weakly. "You guys arranged this in advance." "A set-up?" he asked. "Do you really believe that? Do you really believe that Rich would tell such personal details and embarrass himself like that as a favor to me?" "I'm going home," she said. "I don't want to deal with..." "Stay here Terry," he said, not projecting. "I'm going to convince you that this is true." He turned back to Rich. "Do you ever cheat on your income taxes?" "Every year," he said. "I scam at least six hundred dollars with fake work expenses and charitable deductions." "You ever have a homosexual experience?" "Yes," he answered casually. "My Boy Scout leader took me into his tent one night and felt me up and then made me suck his dick. I also sucked my roommate off once when I was in college." "Are you ashamed of those incidents?" "Deeply," he said. "I try not to even think of them." "Tell me something that you really would never want me to know," he ordered. Again, without hesitation, Rich answered. "I have a videotape that I shot with my camcorder last summer of Terry sunbathing in your backyard. I have a perfect angle through the blinds of my side window. It shows her lying on her back and her stomach. At one point she pulls her suit away from her crotch to adjust it and shows her pubic hair. I masturbate looking at it sometimes when Julie's away." "My god," Terry gasped, staring at him with a combination of horror and shock. She turned to Paul. "If you two are staging this to try and convince me, you've gone way beyond a joke. What he's saying is sick!" "I'm not staging this," he said. "Don't you see? I've told him to tell me the truth and he is doing so. I've told him that it's not unusual and he doesn't think it is. I didn't know about his videotape or his homo experiences or his taxes." She licked her lips a little, looking back at Rich, who was still standing there graciously, playing the good host. "Let me ask him something," she said. "Sure," Paul said, waving his hand in a be-my-guest manner. She looked at him, thinking for a moment. "How many times," she finally asked, "have you jacked off looking at that videotape of me?" Rich looked at her and his mouth dropped open in embarrassment. His face first reddened and then paled. "Whu... whu... what videotape?" he stammered. "I'm not sure uh... uh... what you're uh... talking about Terry. I don't have any videotape of you. What do you think I'm a pervert or something?" Terry looked at her husband in confusion. "What the hell is this?" she asked. "Really Terry," Rich continued to protest. "I don't have any..." "Shit," Paul muttered, putting his hand to his forehead. He looked at Rich. "Be quiet." Rich shut up. Paul turned to his wife. "I'm sorry," he said, shaking his head. "I uh... don't really have the mechanics of using the power down just yet. Sometimes I forget things." "Forget things?" she said. "What are you talking about? You told him to answer questions truthfully, didn't you?" "No," he said. "I told him to answer MY questions truthfully and not to consider MY questions unusual. You see, the subject takes these statements quite literally. He's doing exactly what I say and not thinking my questions unusual. However, when YOU asked him something, he reacted just as he would have without being under the influence of the power." She stared at him, agape. "Jesus," she said, her eyes widening. "You really do have this power. You wouldn't have been able to make something like that up." He nodded. "I do," he said quietly. She chewed on her lip for a moment, her hands wringing together once again. She looked from Rich to Paul and then back again. "This is fucking nuts," she said. "Absolutely fucking nuts!" "Yes," he agreed. "It is." She began to pace. She looked at him sharply. "What have you done with the power since you had it? Is that why Laura told you what she did?" "Terry," he said. "This isn't really the time to..." "Did you fuck her?" she asked. "Oh my god, is that why you know these things? Is that why she went to your classroom at lunch. Is that the shocking secret you were talking about?" "Terry," he said, "we're in the middle of Rich and Julie's living room. Don't you think..." "Answer me, goddammit!" she screamed at him. "Yes," he said softly. "That's how I knew." She closed her eyes for a second, her face turning red. "You fucked Laura?" she asked when she opened them. "You fucked her during school, in your classroom?" He nodded. "Who else did you fuck?" she asked. "You said that you've been using this power for two days. Who else?" "What's going on in here?" came a voice from the stairway. A set of legs clad in shorts appeared on the riser and began to move downward. It was Julie, returning from putting Kyla down. "Rich?" she called. "Who's here? And why are they yelling? Is it Terry?" As she came down the stairs and her face came into view, Paul looked over at her and projected. "Ignore us," he told her. "You don't even realize that we're here." She seemed to skip a little in her stride and look around in confusion for a moment. Finally she came down the stairs and shot a puzzled look at Rich before walking past and heading into the kitchen. Terry watched all of this with silent amazement. "This is just fucking crazy," she said. "I can't deal with this." "I'm sorry honey," he told her. "Don't honey me," she yelled. "Who else did you fuck?" "Julie," he said quietly. "You fucked Julie?" she asked. "You mean," she jerked her head towards the kitchen, "that Julie?" "Yes," he said. "She was the first one." "You fucked my friend and you fucked our neighbor," she said, pacing around again, stepping around Rich, who was still staring forward with an embarrassed and shocked expression on his face. "Why Paul? Why would you do that? Don't you love me? Don't I satisfy you?" "Listen Terry," he said. "It's not like that at all. You see I..." he stopped as Julie came walking back into the room carrying a glass of wine that she had presumably poured in the kitchen. She gave another puzzled glance at Rich, seemed to hesitate for a moment, and then shrugged. She walked into the downstairs guest bathroom, which was right next to where they were standing. She set her glass down on the sink and then began to unbutton her shorts. Terry and Paul, though in the midst of a marital argument of very large proportion, nevertheless watched in amazement as she dropped her shorts and panties to the floor at her feet, revealing her blonde bush to them. Humming to herself, not bothering to shut the door, she sat on the toilet and began to pee. The sound of her urine splashing into the water came clearly to their ears. She hummed softly to herself, picking at a freckle on her upper thigh absently. When she finished, she wiped with toilet paper and then pulled her clothing back up. She washed her hands in the sink and then stepped out of the room, flicking off the light and grabbing her wineglass. She looked directly at Rich. "Hon?" she said, puzzled, stepping closer. "What are you doing? Why are you standing in the living room like that?" Rich turned and looked at her but he couldn't talk. He had been commanded not to. "This is so fucking weird," Terry whispered, watching the scene. "Julie," Paul said, projecting. "Don't worry about Rich. Just continue going about your business." He had a sudden horror that his previous command for her to ignore them would override any further commands to her. Would she go on ignoring them forever? How could he command her if she ignored him? But apparently the power didn't work that way. The new command seemed to still get through. She ignored Rich and then, carrying her wineglass, walked towards the family room, once again humming as she went. When she was gone, Terry looked back at her husband. "My god Paul," she said. "We're standing in their house and they're doing what you tell them to do." "Yes," he said. "The power." "The power," she repeated, trying to absorb the information that was assaulting her. "Why did you fuck her Paul?" she asked. "Why did you fuck Laura? Just answer that for me." "Because I can't help it," he said simply. "I just can't help it." "You can't help it?" she repeated, shaking her head a little. "I can't accept that." "No?" he asked. "Terry, I told you things had changed because of this and that we would have to try to come to some sort of accommodation with it. I have the power to do anything I want. I have the power of a god now, do you understand? We have to think on an entirely new level now." "Yes Paul," she said, "but our neighbors, my friends?" "You told me earlier that you couldn't help but go with Laura when she asked, do you remember saying that?" "Yes," she said slowly. "That's because of a sexual urge, right? You like to feel a woman against you, you like to feel her fingers in your pussy, right? And you can't help but do it with her?" "Yes," she said, more blandly now, seeing where he was heading. "I never cheated on you before until two days ago," he told her. "Not a single time. I was never even tempted to. But then suddenly I was given this power Terry. I can have anybody. Anybody! And I can have them without even they knowing about it! That is too much for a mortal human to handle. I tried to tell myself that I wouldn't use the power for that, I really did. But it's useless. It's absolutely useless. I think I realized today that as long as I have this power and as long as I have a sex drive, I will not be able to help myself, to stop myself from using it for sex. I can't Terry. Maybe I'm weak. If you want to think that of me, then go ahead, but I won't promise you that I won't do it anymore because I won't be able to help myself. Do you understand?" "So you're saying," she said, sniffing a little, "that you're going to cheat on me from now on." "Call it what you like," he said. "That's the way things are going to be. I don't love you any less Terry, I really don't. You're my wife, you're my friend, and I want to keep living with you." "You want me to keep living with you, knowing what I know, knowing that you'll be fucking everything that you please?" she asked incredulously. "There's three options the way I see it," he said. "We can't go on like we were before. This power changes everything. The first option is that I can command you to ignore everything that I'm doing, not to notice it, to believe that everything IS the way it was. Quite frankly, I'm not so hot about that option. Like I said, I don't wish to use the power on you." "I don't want that," she said. "I don't want to be mind-fucked." "I didn't think you would," he said. "The second option is divorce. We break up and you go your own way and I'll go mine. I'll do my thing and you do yours. If you choose that option I would ask that you not tell anyone about my power though. First of all, it would be quite a task to convince them that you weren't crazy. You know me like the back of your hand and look what I had to go through to convince you, even with proof. But in any case, that's an option. We split. I'll tell you though; I'm not real fond of that option either. Like I said, I love you. Despite what else I'll be doing, I enjoy talking to you and being with you." "I'll keep that one open," she said. "I love you too Paul, I really do, and I don't want to leave you unless I have to." She took a breath. "What's the third option?" "The third option," he said, smiling a little. "That's the most interesting option." "And what is it?" "We accept what I can do, and what I must do, and we come to terms with it." "Accept it?" she asked. "You want me to accept that you're going to be fucking other women every day?" He shrugged. "Are sex and love really hand in hand?" he asked her. "I've fucked two other women in the last two days just to curb my lust. You've had sex with Laura on multiple occasions just to curb your lust. Do I love you any less for what I've done? No, I don't. Do you love me any less for what you've done?" "No," she said, shaking her head. "I don't." "We're conditioned," he said, beginning to pace as if he were delivering a lecture in class, "to remain monogamous within the bounds of marriage because that's the way our society likes it. We are taught to feel guilty about our extra-marital urges, to suppress them. If we do cheat on each other, we are taught that that means the end of the relationship. But let's put aside these teachings, if we can. Does that really mean it's the end?" She chewed her lip a little as she stared at him. "I... I... don't know," she stammered. "And I'm not saying that I will be the only one to benefit from this power Terry. In the first place, it can be used for so much more than sex. It can used for good things, don't you see. But it's a dangerous power and one that needs to be used carefully. There are aspects of it that I want your input on, that I NEED to talk to you about before I attempt them. But on the sexual side of it, why should I be the only one to benefit? What's good for the goose is good for the gander, right?" "What are you saying?" she asked, interest showing in her eyes. "We're married Terry," he said. "This is a community property state. What's mine is yours and what's yours is mine, right? If there's anything that YOU want to do with this power, anything at all..." he paused for effect, "I'll arrange it for you. The world can be yours. Anyone in it can be yours. You just say the word, tell me a name, and I'll arrange it." She stared at him for a long time, the wheels in her head obviously working overtime. "You're serious?" she finally said. "Let me just make sure that I'm understanding correctly. You are offering to get sexual partners for me if I wish them. You will program them to do what I want?" "I would ask," he qualified, "that you not choose those that are infected with venereal disease of any kind. And I would ask that you not become pregnant by anybody. When we reproduce, I would like to be the father. But otherwise, yes, that is what I'm offering." "That is so strange," she said. "What if I wanted, oh, say, Steve Young? Would you bring him to the house and let him fuck me?" He smiled a little. "I would suggest that we wait until I'm a little more confident and expert in using the power," he said, "but yes, I would. As long as I could bring his wife along for MY pleasure." "Wow," she whispered, her eyes widening as she imagined the possibilities. "I can see where you're coming from now. I can see how difficult it can be to resist this. I can have anybody!" "Anybody," he confirmed. "What if..." she paused for a second. "Oh, never mind." "Terry," he said reasonably. "We promised to be honest with each other today, didn't we?" "Yes," she said carefully, "but you would think I'm sick." "You'd have to be very sick to offend me," he said. "What's on your mind?" She seemed to debate with herself for a moment. Finally, she said: "My students." "You want to fuck your students?" he asked, unsurprised. "A few of them," she said. "Boys and girls. I've had, well, fantasies about seducing them. I'm sorry, I guess that's kind of twisted." He laughed out loud, shaking his head. "What?" she demanded. "Why do you think," he asked her, "that I fucked Laura today? I fucked her because I was being driven insane looking at my students all day and knowing that I could have them. I fucked her to relieve the pressure before I took one of them." Again she gave him the agape expression. "Really?" she asked. "Really," he assured her. "I thought I was a pervert at first. And then, after doing Laura, I asked her if SHE would do a student if she could get away with it. Do you know what she said?" "She would?" Terry asked. "She said she would do it in a hot minute if she could get away with it." "Wow," she said. "Let's face it Terry," he said. "Teenagers are incredibly desirable to look at and imagine. They're hot. And we now have the power to have them without fear of discovery. Any of them." "But isn't that..." she paused. "Isn't it depraved?" "I'll tell you what," he suggested. "Why don't we leave that word out of our vocabulary for now. Let's make "anything goes" our motto. We're gods Terry. If you can imagine it, it can happen. Let's be decadent and fulfill our wildest fantasies together. Let's bask in our depravity. If you want one of your students, if you want ALL of your students in a single night, I'll get them for you. I promise." "This is so exciting," she said, her eyes now shining. "Yes," he said. "It is, isn't it?" "My pussy is wet right now, just thinking about it." "Oh yeah?" he asked, grinning lasciviously. "And I have a boner that won't quit. What do you think we should do about it?" "I want Julie," she said. "I want her to eat my pussy. That's a good place to start, isn't it?" "It is," he agreed, feeling his erection straining in his pants. "But what about Rich?" She looked over at him for a moment. He was still standing there, still obviously shocked about the knowledge that Terry knew about his videotape. "Fuck him," she said. "Let him stand there. Let's go have Julie." "Right," Paul said. He turned to Rich. "Stay where you are," he told him, projecting, "and ignore everything that's going on." They walked hand in hand into the family room where Julie was sitting on the couch and watching a sit-com on the television. As instructed, she completely ignored their presence, even as they discussed her fate. "How do you want to do it?" he asked her, examining Julie's long pale legs and remembering how he'd taken her before. "What do you suggest?" she asked. "I'm new to this, remember?" He nodded thoughtfully. "Yes," he answered. "Well, I can program her to do anything, to believe anything that you want her to. If you want her to seduce you, I can make it happen. If you want to seduce her, I can make it happen. If you want to just get down and stinky with her, I can tell her that she's always wanted to have sex with you. Anything Terry, anything at all is possible with her." "Wow," she whispered, letting her hand drop down and caress her crotch through her jeans. "This is bitchin." He grinned. "Can you make her do anything that I want?" she asked. "Can you transfer the power over to me?" He thought about it for a moment. "I think so," he said. "But be careful. Remember, I'm still a rookie at this and everything is taken literally." She nodded. "Do it," she said excitedly. He walked over and leaned down next to Julie. "Stop ignoring us now Julie," he said, projecting. She jumped in fright, emitting a startled squeak. "Paul, Terry," she said, a little breathlessly, putting her hand on her heart and patting it. "You scared the stuffing out of me. I didn't hear you come in. I just looked and... there you were." "Sorry," Paul said, going over his approach in his head. "We didn't mean to startle you." "It's okay," she said graciously. "So how are you two doing? Did Rich offer to get you something to drink?" "You will unquestioningly obey everything that Terry tells you," he commanded her. Her face clouded over. "Okay," she said carefully, obviously uncomfortable. "But why?" "Christ," he mumbled, giving an apologetic look at Terry. "Like I said," he told her, "it takes some getting used to." He turned back to Julie. "Nothing that occurs here is the least bit unusual, including physical and sexual contact with you. Nothing that Terry or I tells you to do is unusual. You will react to what is going on as your body commands you to. If a sensation is pleasurable, you will enjoy it without regard to the societal aspects or your own moral code. You will do whatever feels natural to whomever you wish to do it to. Do you understand?" "Yes," she said pleasantly, "I do." "You will answer any questions that are asked of you by Terry or myself with complete honesty and without a sense that the questions are out of the ordinary. And..." he thought for a moment. "Oh yeah, and you will continue to not think about Rich for the time being." "Okay," she said. "But would you like to something to drink? I just opened a bottle of wine." "No thank you," he said. "Terry, you?" she asked, turning towards her. "Uh... no, thank you," she said, still staring in fascination. "Did I leave anything out that you can think of?" Paul asked his wife. "I don't think so," she said doubtfully. "That was quite a speech you had to give her." "Yes," he said. "I'm still working on parts of it. Every time I try this I always discover something that I forgot." "Well," she said softly. "Shall we give it a whirl?" He stood up. 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