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Alicia was plotting rebellion even as she reached to put the last plate onits shelf. I froze her there, her naked body stretched across the counter,arm raised, her feet on tippy toe. Then I waited. It didn't take long. In afew moments she whimpered and made a few small begging sounds as her body startedto quake from the strain. She had a good body and she kept it well, expensiveballet and modern dance lessons in her childhood helped to tone it and fourlong years of high school cheerleading had done the rest. After two minutesshe was feeling the burn, her body screaming to relax, her mind desperatelytrying to order it to. I gave her another thirty seconds.
"I think Alicia is going to be a good girl now," I said.
I let her nod and whimper out her agreement, then I made her come down. Sighingwith relief she closed the cupboard door, picked up the damp dishtowel andcarefully folded in half. The towel was old and discolored, the thin blue linesthat had once formed the pattern were faded and indistinct. It was also thetwin of the towel that cleaved Alicia's cherry lips and held Maggie's pantiesin place.
Maggie was naked, tied spread eagle to the kitchen table. She had been fightingher bonds unsuccessfully for over an hour, long enough to convince her thatshe couldn't get free on her own. For the moment there was nothing she coulddo but lay there and watch her friend. I wondered in passing if Maggie wasenjoying chewing on Alicia's panties as much as the blonde girl was enjoyinghers? I suspected Maggie liked it a lot more than she was willing to let on,though the duct tape covering her lips made it hard for her to express it.
I turned my attention back to Alicia. She was standing, hands by her sidewaiting patiently for my next order. I paused to admire her naked body. Ateighteen Alicia Thompson was everything a red-blooded male could wish for.Young, rich, and with a trim athletic body that promised hours of hot sexualpleasure. Her wide, begging eyes were a rich ocean blue, her long blonde hairwas straight and reached down to her shoulder blades. One glance at the fuzzytriangle of pubic fur showed that she was a natural blonde. That reminded me.
Without a word Alicia started to fill a small plastic bowl with water. Oncethat was done she picked up a hand towel and the travel shaving kit I'd broughtand advanced on the table.
"Ummmmm," Maggie said, shaking her head. Maggie's dark eyes found Alicia'sblue ones and pleaded silently.
"No good begging her honey," I said conversationally, "she's not runningthis popcorn stand right now, if you need anything you deal with me."
Maggie craned her neck and gave me a dirty look. I think she thought shecould stare me down. If so she discovered that mistake a moment later whenI made Alicia take Maggie's clit between thumb and forefinger and squeeze.
"Ummmmmpphhhh," Maggie squealed, looking first at Alicia and then at me.
"Do you want your sex shaved Maggie?" I asked sweetly, "if so then all youneed to do is nod. Alicia can't squeeze your clitty and shave you at the sametime."
I made Alicia squeeze a little harder.
"Ummmm," Maggie moaned nodding her head wildly.
"Ok then."
Alicia took a pair of nail scissors and started to trim Maggie's pubic fur.
"Your friend makes a good puppet doesn't she Maggie?" I asked, "she's a hardernut to crack than you'll be but I like a challenge. That's why you're the onethat's tied to the table and she's my little toy. I like the feeling of despairwhen she can do nothing but obey my every whim."
Maggie sobbed.
Alicia had heard me. I could feel her anger rising as she fought to regaincontrol of her body. However all her body did was damped her friend's pubicfur and apply foam. A few moments later Maggie's cunt was shaved clean.
"There," I said, "Isn't that better?"
Maggie glared again. I smiled and walked over. Reaching down I stroked hersmooth mound. Maggie winced and looked scared.
"Shush," I said, placing my hand on the girl's naked belly, "you have nothingto fear from me."
Smiling I extended a mental probe into the most primitive part of Maggie'sbrain and ordered her body to ovulate.
I looked over at Alicia who had just finished shaving her own sex. "PerfectI said, "I like to see what I have to work with."
Alicia chewed on the gag and made a few muffled noises. I smiled wider, enjoyingher feelings of helpless frustration and her feeble attempts to throw off mycontrol. I had given her the use of her voice back and the girl had seen thisas a major victory, a sign that my control was weakening. She had spent thelast twenty minutes trying to extend her control or come up with a method ofremoving the gag without the use of her hands. That had kept her distractedenough for me to focus more of my energies on her subconscious mind, mappingsthe mental pathways that controlled her world view, her memories, her motivations,the keys I would need to control her completely.
And still Alicia fought. I had to give her marks for effort even if she hadn'tbeen smart enough to figure out I was playing with her. I suppose Alicia hadnever needed to be smart, when you looked as good as she did, when daddy isone of the richest men in town you don't need to be that bright. Still, I'dexpected her to realize by now that the only part of her body she had any controlover, her mouth, was the one thing I'd decided to control by other means.
I nodded towards the CD/radio player on the counter. "Turn that on and finda soft rock station," I ordered. In truth I didn't need to verbalize the orderand if we had been alone I wouldn't have bothered. However, Maggie was ourcaptive audience and spoken orders showed both girls who was in charge.
Alicia complied, finding a local rock station and then waiting for my nextorder. We had tuned in part way through a record so I forced her to stand withher legs spread, hands clasped firmly behind her head, and her shapely nakedbreasts thrust out until a new song started. Alicia whimpered and her bodyshivered a little with humiliation and anticipation.
"Look's delicious doesn't she Maggie?" I asked.
The silenced brunette looked at the shivering girl then turned her head andglared at me. Maggie wasn't as cute as Alicia but her young body was in excellentphysical condition. The two had been unlikely friends since their first daysin high school, Alicia tall blonde and wealthy, Maggie, shorter brunette andfrom a single parent family. Even Neil Simon hadn't thought of a couple asodd as this. Of course that was the secret of their relationship, it wasn'tone between equals but between a star and her satellite. Also opposites doattract, and there was something to their relationship, something unstated,that had first got my attention. With just two weeks to go until the girlsheaded out to college they had gone on one last Mall crawl. I had seen themcoming out of a jewelry store on the upper level happily comparing the friendshipbracelets Alicia had bought them. Although neither wanted to admit it theyboth realized that these were their last days together. Soon Alicia would beheading off to her Ivy League University and Maggie would head a few milesdown the highway to the local State College. It was possible they might meetagain at Christmas or New Year and of course they had made tear-filled promisesto stay in touch, but deep down they knew their close friendship was over.
For one the heartbreak had been so deep that her psychic emanations had summonedme to their side. A little mental probing and I'd found out about Alicia'ssleepover and the fact that the girls were going back to an empty house. NowI was going to give them a kind of togetherness that would last a lifetime.
Maggie's house was slowly deteriorating and even major repairs where beingput off due to lack of money. When the beam holding up the kitchen ceilinghad developed a crack two steel poles had been put in to take the strain, asupposedly temporary repair that had been in place for ten years. I noddedtowards that half of the room and the naked Alicia dutifully padded over. Whilewe waited through the commercials I had Alicia cup her firm little tittiesand roll the nipples until they were hard and pointy. I was just about to haveher work on her clit when the music started again.
I couldn't have chosen a better track ---the Divinyls "I touch myself" --the anthem of strippers everywhere. As the opening guitar rift started I noddedtowards the nearest red steel pole.
"Dance for me," I ordered, even though it was my will that controlled herbody.
The dance was lude, hot and raunchy, using the best parts of various striproutines I'd seen in my travels. I slowed it down a little. Unable to mouthbreathe because of the gag Alicia couldn't do too many things at once. Thataside I used her body in ways the girl couldn't even imagine. I had her wrapher long legs around the pole and hang inverted from it. She slid down slowly,body curled around the steelwork like a snake on a tree branch. I had her dismountthe pole with a little back flip, moved one leg up until her foot was levelwith her shoulder then plunged her fingers into her recently shaved sex.
Such extreme control required my full attention so it wasn't until late inthe routine that I chose to glance at Maggie. The dark haired girl lay transfixed,her big brown eyes fixed on the display in front of her. I felt her need again,washing over me with such intensity that I almost lost control. Laughing Isent my little puppet towards her bound friend. Once she was there I reassertedcomplete control and had Alicia tare the gag from her own mouth. Smiling sexily,the blonde crouched over the helpless Maggie, her tongue starting a slow journeyup her friend's spread body. Alicia started with Maggie's inner thigh, kissingand lapping her way up as the music reached a crescendo. As the final barsplayed out I made Alicia lock her mouth over the helpless girl's cunt, tonguelapping and exploring. Helpless Maggie bucked and moaned, she sweated, triedto resist but it did no good. Her unspoken need to have Alicia as her loverthat had first been kindled during a friendly kissing game bubbled to the surface.Helpless and needy Maggie came hard.
I made Alicia stand.
"Did she taste good?" I asked.
Alicia looked up horrified. I gave her the use of her voice.
"Oh… God… Maggie, I'm so sorry, he made me do it, I don't knowhow…. He just makes me do things. I tried to stop I promise I did…."
"Enough," I said silencing her. My control of Alicia was almost complete,now all I needed to do was test it. I pointed towards the plastic bag thatheld the items I'd bought from a local sex shop. "Open it," I said.
The sex shop hadn't been very well stocked, this town was so white breadthat even the bad part of town had a G rating. The leather cuffs that adornedMaggie's wrist and ankles had been an unexpectedly exotic find as had the lastremaining item in the bag. As my puppet pulled out the double dildo harnessher eyes widened. She may have been a good girl from a white bread neighborhoodbut somehow Alicia knew exactly what she was looking it. Robbed of her bodyshe pleaded with her eyes. I just smiled.
"Put it on honey," I said, "it's time to rock lil Maggie's world."
Her body obeyed, even though Alicia resisted my influence with all she had.I smiled because it was already far to late for her. The conscious mind islike a thin layer of pack ice floating on the deep, dark ocean of the subconscious.The swells and currents of the subconscious mind buffets the consciousnessconstantly, bringing with it impulses, desires and needs. Something ---let'scall it the Id--- is responsible for controlling and channeling these impulses.In my ice model the Id could be compared to steel bands that bolt the packice together into a single sheet. I had learnt that when I used my power tocontrol a person's conscious mind or body my will replacing that Id, controllingnot just the voluntary decisions my victim makes but also a thousand smallhousekeeping tasks. Even after many years of practice I can only fully controltwo people at a time and the strain of doing it soon tires me. Worse the momentI relaxed my grip or moved out of range the victim regained full control immediately.
I had found my answer in the deep dark ocean of the subconscious, discoveredthat changes made there were permanent and that their effect on the consciouswill was even more powerful than direct intervention.
Reaching into Alicia's subconscious mind I tweaked something. At that levelit was the tiniest of changes however the effect was the same as starting apebble rolling at the top of a mountain, the initial event may be small, butthe consequences can be dramatic.
In this case Alicia flushed a deep crimson. Her eyes widened and her nippleswere suddenly bullet hard. A musky smell started to fill the small kitchenand as Alicia started forward a bead of moisture started to roll down her leftinner thigh. A sudden mindless lust engulfed Alicia. In moments there was noconscious mind for me to control just a need and a target I released my fullcontrol and relaxed. At the table Alicia once again buried her face in herfriend's helpless crotch. A wet slurping sound started followed a moment laterby Maggie's gagged mewings.
I implanted a stray thought, reminding Alicia of the rubber cock that shenow wore between her thighs. Alicia reached down and grabbed the shaft, movingit backwards and forwards with her hand for a few minutes in an action anyman would recognize. I felt what she did, the sensation of the other end ofthe double-headed dildo sliding in and out of her sex. Alicia whimpered, eyesclosed, one hand masturbating the dildo while the other played with her hard,sensitive nipples.
A moment later she mounted Maggie, the brunette girl's own arousal providingall the lubrication they needed. Another tweak of her subconscious and Alicia'saggression increased as she started to ram the dildo home with more force.Maggie writhed and sobbed into the tape gag. I had suppressed both girls' abilityto cum and so as the weird lesbian rape continued their physical need and excitementjust rose to higher and higher levels. Another tweak and Alicia was swearing,calling Maggie her cunt, her bitch, her slave. Maggie was naturally submissiveand Alicia's new dominant streak pressed all her subconscious buttons.
When I was sure they were ready I did them a favor and let them cum.
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Alicia was too tired to fight. Even without the use of my power she was easyto handle. I pushed her into a kitchen chair cuffed her hands behind and tapedher ankles to the chair legs.
"Please," she said, "please let us go."
I pushed another mental button and she started to quake. "Ohhhhhh ohhh God," shemoaned.
"Feel's good doesn't it Alicia honey?" I said as I moved her feeling of sexualexcitement and pleasure up a level.
She quaked. "Ohhhhhhh."
I looked down at the dildo harness, watching it move as her cunt musclessqueezed down on the rubber intruder. Her nipples where hard and sensitive,I brushed my hand across them and she strained up and chased my hand.
"You're going to enjoy serving me Alicia," I said as I pushed a balled updishtowel into her mouth, "and I'm going to enjoy using you."
She whimpered but didn't try to resist as I sealed her mouth closed withan X of duct tape.
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I stroked Maggie's smooth damp cunt. It was her nature to be submissive andexhausted from the sex her mind offered little resistance to my probe.I drove in deeper, mapping the depths of her subconscious, the hidden wantsand desires I could bend to my service. While I worked I touched her, slidingfirst one and then two fingers into her wet hole, letting my thumb playagainst her enlarged clit while my other hand played with her nipples.
It didn't take long before her body was straining against the ropes again.I looked at her eyes, dark wide and lustful over the silver tape that sealedher mouth. Even without any mental tampering she was already mine, the needto be controlled had lain dormant within her just waiting the touch of an owner'shand. I slid my fingers in and out of her, feeling her muscles squeezing myfingers and listening to her gagged moans.
"I'm going to put my child inside you," I told her, "would you like that?"
I watched while her eyes widened. Then with no mental prompting she lookeddown and nodded. I smiled. I glanced at the kitchen clock. "We'll start soonmy pet," I said, "but we still have one last guest to look after."
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"What the…?"
I glanced up and smiled. "Hello Meg," I said sweetly, "hard day?" I pumpedthe thick black rubber dildo into Maggie's wet hole.
The woman took three steps forward. Meg was Maggie's mother, a nurse at thelocal hospital. In many ways she was an older version of her daughter. Shewas the same height, had the same brown hair and dark brown eyes, eyes thatwere wide in horror.
"What are you doing to her?" she cried, taking another step.
"Just warming up little Maggie before I rape her," I said. "why don't youtake off your coat and sit down."
Meg was caught in a moment of indecision, part of her wanted to scream andrun for help, the other part wanted to use the can of mace she kept in herpurse. I helped her out and crushed her will with mine. For a second she froze,a look of horror on her face as she discovered that she no longer had commandof her body. Then she took off her coat, dropped her purse and walked overto the kitchen counter. There I'd left some supplies for her, a clean dishtowel,one of the rolls of tape and a pair of handcuffs. Her hand trembled as shefolded the towel into a ball.
"What's happening? What's going on?" she asked, her voice on the edge ofpanic.
I kept pumping the dildo into Maggie's wet cunt looking at the horror inher wide eyes as she watched her mother become my puppet.
"You're going to gag yourself Meg," I said matter-of-factly, "then you aregoing to remove your clothes and tie yourself to the chair next to pretty Alicia."
"No I Ummmmmppphh!!" she began.
I'll give Meg credit, she tried hard to resist me, but even as her mind triedto shut me out her traitorous hands were stuffing the cloth into her mouth.A moment later she was adding tape, covering her lower face with silver andsealing in all sounds of protest.
Alicia moaned into her gag probably trying to urge Meg on. Down on the tableMaggie's eyes were wild with panic as she tried to pull free of the ropes.For a moment the little kitchen was filled with three sets of panicked muffledcrying. And then Meg started to strip.
Her skirt and blouse came off in the first minute leaving her standing inbra, panties and pantyhose. She tried to stop herself removing the bra, squealinginto the gag and shaking her head as her hands reached behind for the catch.A moment later she was fighting even harder when her hands moved panties andhose down her legs. I made her stand naked for a moment with legs spread, handsbehind her head, on full display for her daughter and her helpless teenagefriend. Then she walked over and sat in the chair next to Alicia, taping herown ankles to her chair legs before reaching back and snapping the cuffs inplace. I took a moment to check the cuffs and ensure they were double lockedthen I returned to the table.
All three girls squealed as I removed my hard cock from my pants. By nowMaggie's need was so great that I knew she would cum even with her mother watchinghelplessly from the sidelines. Gently I pressed my cock against her puffy pussylips and pushed my way inside.
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I tied the last knot binding Maggie's hands to the headboard and stood upto admire my work. My two teenaged slaves were tied to Maggie's queen sizedbed, hands tied above their heads ankles bound together then tied by ropesto bed frame at the other end. To reduce mischief I'd tied them head to footwith Maggie laying the normal way and Alicia bound with her head at the footof the bed. Two knotted summer scarves from Meg's closet cleaved their mouthsensuring they stayed fairly quiet while still allowing them some ability tomouth breathe.
Both had been indoctrinated to serve me. Now all I needed to do was waituntil the new programming had worked its way deep into their conscious minds.Tonight was their last with any semblance of free will, when they woke in themorning they would be my slaves.
Satisfied that both were safe and secure for the night I headed into theother bedroom where Meg waited patiently for me.
"Why are you doing this?" she asked when I removed the gag to give her water.I paused and ran my hand over her breasts playing with her hard nipples.
"Survival Meg," I said simply, "the need of any organism to survive and toproduce the next generation."
Meg's eyes widened. "Y…you don't mean?" she began, then her eyes widenedas the implications of my words dawned upon her. "Y …you're crazy," shesaid, "that won't work it can't…."
"Maggie and Alicia are both pregnant," I said filling a glass with waterfrom a bedside jug.
"Maggie can't be she only finished her period last week."
"I made them ovulate," I said, "upped the level of reproductive hormonesin their bloodstream to a point where they will counteract the contraceptivepill. My sperm count is….. let's just say it's high and my sperm livefor nearly three weeks outside my body. Any girl I have sex with that has aworking reproductive system will get pregnant, my biology leaves nothing tochance."
Meg's eyes widened. "Y…your biology?"
I laughed. "I'm…err .. different as I'm sure you've noticed. I don'tknow the exact story, the usual nature of my kind is to inseminate and runand that makes an oral history difficult to come by. My mother never knew myfather, he raped her one night at a rest stop in New Mexico. When they foundout that she was pregnant my grandparents wanted her to get rid of me. My motherdidn't, couldn't actually, I suspect some hormone released by the fetus effectsthe mother emotionally and makes her hyper protective of her child. In anycase I thought I was normal until I was seven or eight when I suddenly realizedthat the other kids couldn't read minds."
I fed her some water.
"One girl I….. err .. knew was an evolutionary biologist. She thinksthe telepathy could be a natural mutation, an evolution of the basic humantype. For a new species to thrive it needs to have viable offspring and theyhave to survive. In the human system the female chooses her mate, and thereforechooses the genetics of her children. A mutation, which allowed the male toforce the female to bare his children, would therefore favor the mutated gene'ssurvival. To make doubly sure ANY woman I fuck will become pregnant guaranteed."
Meg looked down at the damp tangled mass of her own pubic fur. "Oh my God……"
I smiled.
"You too Meg," I said, "you're what? Forty two? Under normal conditions thatmeans a reduced chance of pregnancy, a reduced chance of going to term andan improved chance of birth defects." I stroked her wet sex. "Not with thepremo stuff we have in here. Trust me, she's going to term and will be veryhealthy."
"S…she?"
I frowned. "You always wanted another girl right?" I said, "my other womenall had boys, best way to spread your genes is with male children. Now withover two hundred sons in the world a man starts thinking about having his ownlittle princess to spoil. Having seen just how well Maggie turned out I thoughtI'd entrust my daughter to you."
Meg sobbed softly as I pushed the knotted scarf in her mouth and tied ittightly.
"I know you're upset right now," I said wiping a silent tear from her cheek, "butdon't worry. I promise I'll change your mind."
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I came back from the store with more party treats and took them through tothe kitchen. Meg is starting on cooking up the first batches of finger food,sausage rolls and little cupcakes. When she sees what I've brought she smileshappily and thanks me respectfully. It took a while to remake Meg's mind tomy liking, a reminder if any was needed as to why younger women make easierpets. Still it was worth it, her obedience and loyalty are exceptional. I walkup behind her and rest my hand on her stomach imagining the fierce little daughterthat grows within her. She smiles and leans back against me, face flushed witharousal, smiling contently. Some of the hormones and exotic biochemicals releasedby our growing child act to strengthen the mother for the labor ahead. Evennow she looks ten years younger than she did before. Still there is melancholyin her eyes because she knows I must leave soon and move on to another smalltown and another batch of mothers for my offspring. She has raised one daughteralone and despite my conditioning she fears doing it again. Of course the lastdeadbeat didn't leave her with half a million dollars to look after his child.
I walk through into the living room, which has been decked out for a party.The banner proclaims "Jefferson High Girl's going away Slumber Party." Aliciais manning the phone, her palm organizer in one hand and a list of girl's nameson a pad of paper in front of her. I catch her in mid pitch. "Of course NOBOYS," she says giggling, "what kind of slumber party has BOYS?" She pauses,listening. "You'll come? Great see you at eight."
I look over her shoulder at the list. There are twelve names with ticks againstthem and times ranging from 6:30 to 9PM. Alicia is a popular girl, twelve hitsout of twenty seniors called is a great average, we are well on target forthe fifteen girls we plan to have over tonight. If all goes well we may haveenough names left over for another fifteen tomorrow. I kiss Alicia's cheekand she moans with appreciation. I tell her she's a good girl and walk throughto the den.
Two chains have been stretched across the room about six feet above the floorand fastened to sturdy brackets bolted to the walls. Maggie is standing ona stepladder bolting a pair of handcuffs to the chain every three feet. Inthe center of the room are some of the things we got from the home improvementcenter. The two trestle tables on the outsides have ropes tied at all fourcorners along with the cuffs needed for wrists and ankles. The table in thecenter holds supplies, a clear plastic bowl half full of rubber superballs,duct and medical tape, rope, scarves and a pile of new dishtowels. We are lookingat rape and impregnation on a factory scale in the back room of a suburbanhome.
It promises to be a busy night.
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