HIGH SCHOOL REUNION TAKE TWO THE ANTAGONISTS
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WILLIE:
Alright, I think I should try to explain the dramatic changes that came over Frederick since we all returned from Auntie's Island. In the bedroom ... well if the other girls are writing their observations to Ann like this, I'm sure they must have mentioned it. Frederick TAUGHT me about sex ... I mean, I didn't know a thing before we first made love. And ever since that night, I just can't think of ANYTHING that's happened to me sexually that I haven't really (really, really) liked, either with him or with Dee or Brenda. And now ... well, sometimes in the middle of the night, I wake up and realize that I've been dreaming about Daddy John ... and I'm SO wet. But ... I think that maybe that's just because it was sex, and I LIKE sex, and letting myself surrender to it, you know? Anyway, since we've gotten back from the island, sex with Frederick has been ... well ... BETTER than great, you know?
And then ... something changed with him again. I sort of have this strange opinion that it had something to do with Wendy, even though I'm almost certain that he didn't have sex with HER. It's just that after Dee and Brenda and I asked him help us with her, and after he obviously did just what we wanted him to do (because, let's face it, Wendy and Ben are absolutely gaga over each other) ... well, he seemed to sit around thinking a lot ... deep thoughts, you know? And I got the feeling that he was planning something sort of life-changing ... something that was going to alter the way we three girls "did our thing" in order to help others.
But, in June, it DID surprise us all when he announced that we were going to take a road trip. I could tell right away that he had some secondary motive, and somehow, I thought it had something to do with the episode concerning Wendy ... even if it didn't have anything to do with her directly, you know? Dee was some kind of pissed that our Master had made these elaborate plans without her doing the mundane administrative stuff; I mean, her being his new "executive secretary," and everything. And so, we put the dog in the kennel, and we were off.
Dee and I sat in the back seat with Lizzy in her baby seat, and she helped me follow along on the maps in the road atlas. The Chicago late-morning traffic wasn't TOO bad when we drove through there on I-90. We ate lunch in Gary, Indiana (I love the name of that city), dinner just east of Cleveland, and we stopped for the night in Erie, Pennsylvania. He paid for two motel rooms that had a common door in between them, and he chose to keep the crib in his room. He also chose Dee for the evening, which was handy, since she could nurse Lizzy (she was still nursing her, even though she was also eating solid food, now, as well). Nursing always left Dee really horny. Brenda and I kidded her about making too much noise with Frederick and keeping us awake, you know?
Anyway, I should tell you about how much Brenda has changed, too. Dee used to be the most submissive girl in our little group, but now, she and Brenda had swapped places; and if anything, after that, Brenda was even MORE submissive, you know? I mean, she would do just about ANYTHING she was told to do by ANYBODY! Which ... was really, really nice, in a way. Because we all loved Brenda SO much, it was great to be able to give her back some of that pleasure just by forcing her to do stuff, you know?
Take that night, for example. Frederick left Dee and he came into our room to tell us goodnight. I was taking off my shoes, and when I looked up, he had pulled Brenda close to him, and kissed her. But, after he broke the kiss, he stood looking down at her. At first, I couldn't hear what he was telling her, but suddenly, I realized that he was hypnotizing her. I LOVE watching him do that! It's really passionate and intimate and loving; and it's especially great because I know that when he's through with her, he's going to do the same thing to ME! And so, I sat, still and hot and bothered, and I watched as Brenda's arms slid off from around his neck and hung heavy and useless by her sides as she kept staring up into his dark eyes. And then she started repeating her special words, over and over again, while her head struggled to remain upright. I could tell that she was SO sleepy! And then, Frederick did something that he's only just started doing with us: he put his fingertip on her forehead, and he trailed it slowly down along the bridge of her nose. And her eyes closed down, following his finger, so that when he reached the tip of her nose, her whole body collapsed, all at once, and he scooped her sleeping form up in his arms and deposited her onto the bed.
And then he turned to me, and I stood up, and I was breathing hard, because I was really turned on, you know? And I knew just what was about to happen to me, and of course, it did, just exactly the way it had happened to her. And when his fingertip started moving down my nose, nothing in the world could have kept my eyes from closing. And I felt myself collapsing into his arms, and he was laying me down on my special bed, in my special hypnotic room. And then, he told me to count to ten, and so I did, of course. And when I said "ten," Brenda was saying it with me; and we both opened our eyes, and we were holding each other in our arms, and we were lying on the bed in the motel, and our noses were touching. And so, I kissed her, of course.
I got up and started running a bath for us, and I ordered her to take off her clothes, which she did, of course, and then I ordered her to take all of MY clothes off, too, which she was very happy to do, as well. I got into the steaming tub first, and then ordered her in after me, and she sat with her back to me, between my legs, so that her butt was pressed back into my pussy, and I made her lean back into me and I washed her, very slowly, very sensuously. She leaned her head back, and I started blowing gently into her ear (which I know drives her bonkers), but I was really, really slow and deliberate about it all (which drives her bonkers, too). She's at the end of her second trimester now, and the baby's been really active, and so I had to stop often so I could feel her belly when she felt the little one kick.
She sighed heavily while I was holding her like that and feeling the little life wriggle around inside of her. "I dreamed about him again last night," she told me quietly.
"Raul?"
"Yes." She sighed again. "I woke up, and I was cumming." She shuddered. "Oh, Willie, what am I going to do?"
I hugged her. "You're not going to do anything," I told her gently. "You are an empath. You are a slave to your feelings, and you are a slave to those around you. You help others, and you give others your love. You have no control over what is going to happen to you. You simply have to accept it."
"But I love him. How am I going to explain... ?"
"Oh, Brenda, you love EVERYBODY! You can't help it. It's just something you DO! As long as you accept the fact that Frederick is your one-and-only Master, then everything will be alright. Tell him everything. He knows who and what you are, even if he doesn't always admit that he believes in it all. Your emotions make you the person you are. He doesn't want that to change. He doesn't want YOU to change. Now, stop worrying, okay?"
"Okay," she whispered.
"Good. Now, put your arms down by your sides, and don't move them. Obey me."
And so, I started touching her all over, but I didn't let her touch me (which she HATES ... and it reinforces her submissiveness ... which she LOVES). I got her close to an orgasm, and then I made her get out. I dried her off and ordered her into bed.
I made her put her arms around my neck. You have to understand, the numero uno thing that an empath HAS to do is please someone else, and so by forcing her to lie there and accept all the pleasure I was giving her, without being able to reciprocate, was something super-bittersweet. On top of all that, I told her that she was forbidden to touch me sexually in any way until after she'd been asleep for awhile. THAT really drove her mad! And so, I sucked and nibbled all around her breasts ... and finally on her nipples, and I stroked her pussy with long, slow strokes, sensing by how taught her muscles were just how close she was to cumming. And then I held her in my arms, and I pinched her nipples, first one and then the other, rolling each between a thumb and forefinger, and I stroked her pussy with my other hand. And then I put my finger on her clit and rubbed circles all around it, harder and harder, and faster and faster. And then I blew in her ear again and said "Cum for me, my slave!"
Bang! I giggled. Oh, man, she came hard! She says "Ahh! Ahh! Ahh!" when she cums, and she bucks and bounces all over the place, and her drippy little cunt squeezes in rhythm with her cries. And when she finally cums so much that she can't cum anymore, she sort of collapses, and she usually goes right to sleep. Which is exactly what she did, still holding me in her arms. I gently laid us both down together, without letting go of her, and I held her, like she was my big teddy bear, and I went to sleep, too. But in the middle of the night, I woke up, and she was licking MY pussy. And it was MY turn to go bang, you know?
Well, the next day was the really crazy one. We got up and ate breakfast and hit the road again. Pennsylvania is really narrow right there, and we were in New York State before you knew it. So anyway, we drove through Rochester and turned onto Highway 14 along Seneca Lake, and just before noon, we drove up to this big house and stopped. We all got out and went up to the door. I was holding Lizzy, and Dee and Brenda were standing next to Frederick, and we girls STILL didn't know why we were there! And the door opened ... and there was ANOTHER one! I mean, holy shit! How many of us ARE there? And she was tall and gorgeous, and she took one look at us, and her mouth dropped open, and she stared at us, and we stared at her, and a voice behind her said: "Who is it, Suzy?" And there was ANOTHER one, taller and (if possible) even more beautiful than the first! And then... (can you BELIEVE it?) yet ANOTHER one! Three of them?! And you could hear a pin drop, you know? And then a man's voice said: "What's going on out here?" And everything (and I mean EVERYTHING) suddenly changed! And Brenda seemed to shrink about three inches into herself in absolute terror, and she started shaking all over, and she turned and buried her face into Dee's breast and she put her arms around her and held on for dear life.
And Frederick said: "Hello, Menlo."
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FRED:
Gregory Menlo was scared shitless.
I have to admit, it was probably one of the most gratifying sights I have ever witnessed. And to put the icing on the cake, Dee said in a very clear, very menacing voice: "I WILL protect my family!" I turned to look at her, and I was absolutely astounded by the visage of pure menace she portrayed. Head lowered, she was looking upward through half-lidded eyes, like Jack Nicholson in The Shining; and she sort of scared the bejezus out of ME, too.
I laid a hand on her shoulder, and I said "Easy, Dee. I have the situation under control, here. Trust me, okay?"
She gave the shivering man one last dirty look and turned an inquiring eye toward me. "What's going on, Master? Who ARE these people? Why is Brenda so afraid of this man?"
And I made the introductions: "If I remember correctly from your letter, this would be Jennifer, Suzy and Wanda. May I introduce my wife, Brenda? And this is Dee and Willie. And this, ladies, is Menlo the Great..." I placed a hand on Brenda's shoulder " ... who will NOT hurt you or attempt to hypnotize you, I give you my word."
The tension held for another few long seconds, and then the tallest of the indoor trio seemed to suddenly take charge of everything. She opened the door wide and stepped out toward the girls, followed by the other two lovelies, and without another word, seemingly by common consent, they all just sort of melded together. Little Lizzy giggled and cooed happily, which forced laughs from all of them. Big group psychic hug time.
I stepped up to Menlo and put my hand on his shoulder. He flinched. "Let's take a walk, Menlo. Why don't you show me your place here?"
Menlo looked uncertainly at the group of females. "What are you going to do to them, Fielding?" he asked nervously. "I've kept my side of the bargain! I haven't contacted Brenda again, I swear to God! What are you here for?"
"There is no bargain unless both parties agree to it, Menlo, old man," I returned jovially. "However, I can give you my guarantee that my ladies will do no harm to yours. I can also give you my word that my 'Red Dragon' won't breathe her fire in your vicinity, as long as you don't try any funny business. Now, let's give them a little time to get to know each other. Show me around." I started walking toward the side of the place, downhill toward the lake.
He stumbled after me. As he caught up, he cast a sidelong look at me. "You ... you've changed," he said uncertainly.
I sighed. "So I've heard. Live with it." I continued to walk downhill. The view was magnificent. "Menlo," I continued, "let's talk about rape."
He tripped and almost fell. "What do you mean by that?"
"You've been locating 'Naturals' and raping them," I said simply.
"Don't be absurd!" he stammered. "Everything I do with women is completely..."
"You know," I interrupted, "the thing about definitions is, that after all is said and done, the guy with the most influence is the guy whose meaning is going to stick. I think there's little doubt that I have the most influence, here. And I say you've been raping defenseless young women. Now, my definition may not stand up in a court of law, but I happen to be in the rare position of acting as a court, all by myself; prosecutor, judge, jury and..." I let the sentence hang.
The asshole was REALLY scared now. He kept wiping his palms on the sides of his trousers and shifting his weight from one foot to the other. "What are your intentions?" he stammered, which somehow seemed absurd in the extreme.
I laughed, which didn't do much for his peace of mind. Finally, I took pity on the slob. "Okay, Menlo, here's the deal ... and by 'deal, ' I mean that we will BOTH agree to it ... a binding contract. If you consent to my terms, I give you my word that I will abide by them, as well." He eyed me suspiciously. "First," I continued, "you will provide me with all of your data on ALL of the 'Naturals' you have encountered. Second, you will have no further contact with any of them, ever again. Third, if you encounter another of their kind, you will contact me, telling me who and where she is." I observed him closely. He didn't seem inclined to comment.
"I, on the other hand, will take it upon myself to establish a relationship with each of those women, AND her Master, and arrange it so that she never again contacts YOU. I will explain the situation truthfully, and assure them that they are free to live their own lives. My women seem to have an affinity for others of their ilk, and I will make sure that these girls all know that they are not alone ... that they can always seek help or companionship if they want it." Again I took a hard look at Menlo. He seemed lost in thought. "And," I concluded, "if I ever find that you have interfered with ANY of them ... even once ... OR, if I ever find out that you have had sex with ANY other girl that you have seduced hypnotically ... then I will come and collect your three lovely wenches, and drop you off at the nearest Mental Health Facility, where you can spend the rest of your days babbling at your padded walls and straightjacket; for, after my girls get finished with you, that will be the only thing you will be capable of doing."
He kept fingering something in his pocket ... I was sure it was his pocket watch. But finally, he sighed. "You give me little choice," he muttered.
"You're wrong," I answered sternly. "I give you no choice at all. This is the only time I will make you this generous offer. I will leave you ... and your ladies ... alone, IF you give me your word of honor. Take it or leave it."
He sighed mightily and withdrew his hand from his pocket ... sans watch. "Agreed," he said sadly. "Still, I wish you would..."
"No." I made the word my parting shot. "I struggled pretty hard with whether or not to let you off this easily. Now, let's go inside. I'll need all that info on the other 'Naturals, ' then I want to get my girls and get out of here." I started back up the hill toward the house. "By the way ... nice place you have here." The comment didn't seem to placate him in the least.
We went through a sliding glass door and walked through his kitchen into the living room, only to be brought up short by one of the most bizarre sights I have ever seen.
"Holly SHIT!" Menlo muttered loudly.
I, myself, was struck speechless. The girls sat in a circle on the carpeted floor, sitting cross-legged, holding hands, each totally and magnificently nude. Their eyes were closed, and they swayed in unison, silently, to the left and right. They were arranged so that each was holding the hands of the girls from the other group ... one of mine, one of Menlo's. Little Lizzy was lying down on her back, outside the "circle," talking emphatically to her right foot with coos and giggles and squeals of delight, and sometimes sticking her toes into her mouth. As we watched, the group of ladies slowly stopped their coordinated undulations, finally sat still and upright, and then they all opened their eyes.
Jennifer, the tallest (and, I thought, the prettiest) of the group, jumped up and ran to Menlo, throwing her arms around his neck, jumping up and down, making her breasts bounce deliciously. "Oh Greggy!" she squealed. "I'm pregnant!"
Menlo the Great looked thunderstruck. "What?"
"I'm pregnant! And ... it's going to be a GIRL! And I'm only a couple weeks along ... I mean, I haven't even missed my period yet! But Willie says that she'll have blonde hair ... and that she'll be special ... like US ... that she'll be psychic, like us! And ... Oh, Greggy! We're going to have a baby!" Menlo staggered a little under the onslaught. "And Greggy," the blonde bombshell continued, a little less emphatically, "you shouldn't have had sex with Brenda! I mean, she doesn't KNOW you like we do. And she's so delicate! You hurt her, Greggy! She's really, really scared of you ... but she doesn't need to be, does she? And please, please promise us that you won't do that again. Please?"
"Of course, Pussycakes," he told her gently. He turned to me. "You and I have a deal, Professor. You have my word. My notes are all in my office. Now please, take them ... and your three witches ... and go back to wherever you came from."
BRENDA:
It was late July, and I was now into my third trimester. All of us were thinking of names, which was really fun, since we were still waiting until the baby was born to find out whether it was a boy or a girl. Willie STILL didn't seem to have the capability to look into our future ... mine or Dee's or Freddy's or her own (and that evidently included little Lizzy and the new baby, as well) ... and she truly believed that Auntie had taken away that particular ability (at least, with our little family) forever.
Our life together had changed yet again. We were still helping women near us ... and as word spread, girls from farther and farther away were seeking us out; but also, now Freddy was taking us on outings ... all over the country, contacting Menlo's "Naturals." Each meeting was different, and yet each was pretty much the same, too. In each case, the girl we met was relieved and overjoyed to find that she wasn't alone ... that there were others like her in this world. Freddy took the woman's husband (or boyfriend) aside and talked to him ... sometimes for an hour or more, and then they would make Dee and Willie and I leave while they hypnotized her again and erased any hold Menlo maintained over her. We have kept track of all of them, and we call them from time to time, and send them emails and letters.
The night before this next little event unfolded, Freddy held my naked body in his arms while we were in bed. He ordered me to keep my hands by my sides, and he stroked my pussy, slowly but insistently. I am SO horny all the time now, and it didn't take long before he had my mind in a sort of floating fog as my body strained up toward his petting fingertips. My orgasm was just starting to build.
"You want to talk to me about something," he whispered in my ear, "but you're very reluctant. Tell me." I was panting slightly. I needed to put my thoughts in order ... I had actually practiced this little speech in my head ... but his fingers wouldn't let me collect the threads of my argument. My body was helpless in his arms, and now my mind was helpless, as well. When I had hesitated too long, he ordered again: "Tell me."
All I could do was tell him directly. I seemed to have no control of my muddled thoughts. "Today ... when Willie called Auntie on the phone ... and ... AH! ... and ... while we were passing the phone around, taking turns talking ... oh! ... I ... I talked to Raul for a few minutes. And I realized that he didn't know about me ... um ... know that I was pregnant. I could tell by the way he ... oh ... oh ... the way that he ... ah! ... And I've talked to Auntie about it ... about the new baby ... but ... but ... she obviously hasn't told HIM ... And I didn't talk about it either, and I only realized ... ah! ... realized that he didn't ... after I had hung up ... Oh, golly, Freddy! You're going to make me cum!"
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