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Bob looked at the clock. It was a little after noon.
The tall woman in the gray suit now sat in his arm chair, drinking a cup of caf. Bob had a plastic cup filled with soda. She said her name was Kim, and that was all she'd offered so far.
Betty had gotten the woman her hot drink. Kim had snorted at her and dismissing her as unimportant, at least for now. Betty hovered in the kitchen, spying whenever possible on this unusual visitor.
"How did you discover you've got the 'ability'?" asked Kim.
"I read a book."
"A what!?!"
"A book. I found a book filled with interesting notes. Before I knew it, I could read mind and influence people. Honest."
"Oh, such as your friend?" she waved her head in the direction of the kitchen, where Betty was noisily putting the breakfast dishes away. "I never had it so good, I didn't get any lectures or notes. So what have you done with the little tart so far?"
His ears burned red with embarrassment, "Never mind her. Where did you learn how to, um, well, you know..."
At this she snaked out a telepathic probe towards Betty. Quickly, Bob intercepted it and slapped it aside. Startled, she sent a probe towards him. It slithered around, confused in the phony personality he'd created for telepaths to see. He just sat back, pleased with her confusion, feeling his safety was assured.
"Oh, my... protective too," she said, eyeing him closely. The look in her eyes akin to fear.
"Stick with the subject at hand. Where did you learn to use your, 'ability' did you call it?"
"Ability, yes, ability... well," she became reflective, "for me, you see, before life turned upside down I was a Buyer, for Cheney's. Perhaps you've heard of them? The department store chain?"
He nodded an affirmative, but didn't speak, encouraging her dialogue.
"I never would have developed my 'ability' if it weren't for Harry... I was just briefly in town for a new line of merchandise, never mind what, it no longer matters. That's when I saw Harry for the first time. The real problem wasn't me seeing him; it was unquestionably an issue of him seeing me..."
She entered the store in her favorite silk pattern blouse, and a knee length skirt when he spotted her. Her hair was in a mane like perm, down to her shoulder blades and dyed blonde in an almost undetectable way, except her complexion was a little dark to make a good fit.
She had soft brown eyes he could see from the corner of the room. Her lips formed a lush cupid's bow, and her nose was perfectly framed in the center of the other lovely features of her face. Her expression, a seductive perpetual pout with her eyelids lightly drooped, was unintentional.
She was tall to begin with and wore 3 inch heel shoes in an 1940's style he could only remember seeing before in old movies. Her shape through the hips was only slightly curved, but her chest, well her chest stood out indescribably far.
He had been using his power for a day when he'd seen her, but he knew immediately he had to have her. His approach was simple and direct, he ordered her to turn about immediately and go to his home.
He picked up the packages he'd 'purchased' so far, making the sales girl believe he was entitled to such gifts.
Of course, the other gifts he accepted from her before he left included squeezing her tits, groping her cunt, and that great blow job. He made sure to get her phone number, ordering her to forget the encounter. She even told him how wonderful it was to serve him, with a godalmighty radiant smile. He'd told her to, after all.
The power made him giddy. Harry, oh you know, he was the kind of guy who now believed he was God. He'd always knew he was entitled to anything he wanted, no matter how he got it, and now, well, now he got it.
She was waiting, somewhat glossy eyed at the door to his apartment when he arrived. His command of the talent was a little odd. He seemed to think it was hypnosis, and his orders tended put his chosen ones into trances.
"I'm going to take some of my orders off you. When I do, you will be unable to leave, but able to speak your on your own. You understand?"
She didn't respond. It took him a moment to figure he hadn't let go enough to let her do so. This was new for him too. Up until now, all he did was force girls he'd taken to perform sex with him. This was making him happy so far. But he was gonna step up. She was gonna talk to him too.
"What have you done to me?" she demanded. She would have stamped a foot, but didn't seem able to move it.
"Taken control. You will do anything I say, and at least act like you like it too." he answered.
"You disgusting brute. There are names for creatures like you, but I won't insult the others by associating you with them!"
"Step inside please," he said opening the door.
"Not on your fucking life!, I'm going to scream!" She began to do so, but, Harry's seen that before. He smiled.
"Every time you scream for help, instead you will beg for me to hit you. If you try to call or ask for help when other folks are around, you will have an urge to nibble sexily on my ear."
"Please hit me," came from her mouth, much to her surprise. "oh, no." she clasped her hands over her disobedient lips.
He waved her inside. Kim found her feet and legs were answering to another set of commands than her own. She walked inside.
The apartment was a dump. No one had cleaned inside for at least a week. The art on the walls was mostly pin-ups from pornographic magazines, or tasteless posters for violent horror movies.
"You don't really expect me to stay, do you?" she tried again to turn and leave, "I simply won't put up with this!"
"Oh, you have no choice. If I want, you'll crawl to me on your belly and beg me to keep you in a kennel. Good thing for you all I want is a good fuck. You'll like it."
"That's it!" and she walked, no she didn't! so she said "hit me, I beg you, hit me." Tears ran down her cheeks.
He was giggling, in a sneering sort of way. Harry thought this was more fun than just turning the other girls into pliant blow-up dolls.
She stood, stunned at her inability to control her own body.
"Get undressed in the bedroom. I'm gonna get a beer, and I'll be in in a moment." He sneered a little. She realized his sneer could get worse.
Her volition missing, she went to the bedroom. This proved to be a room strewn with clothing, probably the pile against the corner were the clean ones. A mattress lay on the floor. The sheet was loosely tucked under it in a few places.
Her beautiful silk blouse she folded up next to her shoes. The skirt was placed upon the blouse. Her high heels were put along to one side. She was unsnapping the bra when Harry came in.
"WOW." he exclaimed. "Those are the largest fucking bazooms I've ever seen on a broad." He took the immediate liberty of wrapping both hands around one breast and squeezing.
His expectation of her response didn't mesh with her actual response. He wanted a moan or a sigh, and when this didn't come he frowned. He added a new command.
"You'll get hot every time I touch you. This will make you get horny and want to come. But you can't come 'til I say so." and then he used the power to make her do as he said.
Harry was very sexy. She could now see how handsome he was. He had her nipples between his fingers and was twisting them, very hard. This had an effect of drawing sexual heat through her chest. Her knees wanted to buckle, but she had to get to the bed.
She was kissing Harry. She just wrapped her arms around his neck and dove into his lips. He was great! There wasn't enough to him to get her desires fulfilled. She didn't know how she had missed it before!
She rubbed her breasts on either side of his lust covered face. Her feminine hands felt for Harry's prick in his crotch.
Since his pants were in the way, she began to strip them off him. She couldn't move far without rubbing her crotch against some part of Harry's body. The more she touched him or the more he touched her, the farther she went down the path of desire. Yet it was a yearning for an orgasm that wasn't coming.
"Okay slut. You're so fucking hot. You gotta get me hot. Start suckin' my wang." he pushed her head down to his crotch.
She'd actually never performed oral sex before. As she placed the male organ in her mouth, she began to suck it like a straw. This made her hot too, since just touching Harry was enough to make her lust for orgasm, and desparate for more. Unsastified by her clumsy efforts, he fucked her wet mouth with force, plunging against the teeth at the back, unconcerned how it worked out.
"Suck it, cunt. Yeah suck it." He continued to pump, thrilled about the incredible woman wringing his juices out of his cock. "oooohh, yeaa... fukit fukit... uhhh."
A surge of come entered her mouth, she choked, not thinking to swallow. The come dribbled out the sides of her mouth and down her chin to drip on Harry's legs.
"You fukin' bitch! Don't you know enough to swallow it?" He shouted, his displeasure overriding his enjoyment. Somehow, he overlooked his explicit control of her behavior.
She shook her head, upset that she'd failed to please Harry. She swallowed what was left, and began to clean him off with her tongue and lips.
"Yeah, use your tongue bitch! Clean it all off." She did as told, aroused again by the contact. Her body was humping at the hips madly. Her legs were squeezing together in sheer lust. She began to feel her own cunt and clit, trying to get off without success.
She was licking the come off his balls and cock. Soon it began to stiffen up again. She was pleased. Now he could get her off. She wanted his cock inside her. She didn't care how brutal he acted as long as she got to have him.
"All right!" He slammed her onto her back. She anxiously, with excitement, pulled her legs apart so he could gain easy access. He couldn't get in her womanly box fast enough for her.
He pinned each of her wrists above her head, allowing himself a better view of the helpless woman. She could sense that bruises would grace both arms and wrists afterwards. Fighting through the haze of orgasmic lust, she hoped for the release to come. Hoping the frustrating wait for orgasm would reward her with the energy it was promising.
He pushed his prick between her cunt lips, thrusting his entry once the head was in. The heat surged upwards from her groin, not yet breaching her chest and throat. She pulsed against his cock, hoping for each pistoned join to throw her over, glad of the chance to take such pleasure with Harry.
Harry, lost in her cunt, was in heaven. Such a righteous chick to take. The strongest aphrodesiac ever, this power to force her. She was all his, she couldn't leave. He would even give her a name, one he liked, and she would like it too.
His body pressed against hers, he could feel her nipples. She felt the shock of electric excitement spin through her boobs. She needed this fuck so badly. Harry was the best.
Suddenly, he grunted. "ungh, ungh aaaaaaaa FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK" and he sent a warm liquid rush into her cunt. She could feel it flood through her vagina, escaping around the edges of his cock. The dripping overflow tickled the backs of her thighs and slipped over her ass.
Harry rolled aside. Kim kept trying to hump against his legs. Her fevered pitch was becoming higher and more frantic. She had to come, only he could make her. As if she were a dog in heat, she kept trying to get his attention.
She held his leg against her crotch, with her head performing whiplash twists as she moaned, "Please, ooooo, pleeaase, unnng, ooohhh, aaannngg, gggg, ggg ggg, nnnnghh. Oh fuck me, pllllleeeaaaaa, aah aaah ahhh, ssssss"
Almost as if he didn't really want to acknowledge her, he said, "You slut, heh, can I call you slut now?"
"Yess, fuck me, fuck me, call me, uh, anything you want, slut is fine, please, just please, fuck me." Then Harry took one nipple in his mouth and bit down, hard. This sent a jolt of sexual pleasure through her body.
"You're my fuckin' bitch now. Say it. Say you belong to me."
"God, yes. please fuck me, unnh, I, unnn"
"Not until you say it bitch. Say you are mine, all mine."
"GGGnnn! I'm your slut, your bitch, aaaa, gawdamn, fuck me please fuck me."
He grinned with superiority. "Come when I stick my finger up your ass... ," he commanded.
"Oh god, unnnhhh, please... fuck..." she moaned deeply. She'd never liked anything in her ass before, but she'd do anything for the final jolt of orgasm that was building. "GOD!, please take my ass soon. aaaah"
He lost his face in her large tits again. She was desparate to come, unwilling to irritate him, her greatest desire was to please him, to convince him to make her come. She begged, she pleaded for his finger, for any touch of that finger, in her ass right away.
He moved a hand onto her ass. The cheek was firm and muscular. She lurched in both arousal and anticipation. Both cheeks were pinching in and out to excite her pussy. With a suddenness, borne of taunting, he plunged a finger up her ass. This too gave her unexpected pleasure, but most importantly, the release she was waiting for...
"OOEEEAAAEEEAAAAAHHNNGNNGGGOD!" she screamed.
And began to collapse, limp as a dish rag.
He took her again. Each time in a way she'd heard of but never dreamed she'd find enjoyable. His turn-on seemed to be anything he could force on her, and she would like it. He was always in charge, always calling the shots, always overriding her initial feelings. She was expected to remember what he liked, and do it for him without being told.
He called her Bambi. He said it suited her. She felt particularly humiliated by this, she'd known a woman named Bambi who was a prostitute. When he learned this he was particularly proud of himself. She was only to answer to Bambi whenever anyone addressed her.
He programmed her to come whenever he held her wrist and squeezed her elbow. She had some lurching, far less than secret orgasms on public buses, in the bank, outside a high school window. The little boys were lewdly staring through the windows. She could imagine their wet little dongs, dripping in their pants. He made her come twice that time.
Once, it was a crowded elevator. He told her to expose her boobs to the guys on the elevator. Everyone was allowed a feel, he insisted. He allowed her to accept money from one of the men, embarrassing her even more.
The humiliation excited her almost as much as his touch. He made her come for every man on that elevator at least once, and blow the last guy on the top floor. She wasn't allowed to swallow the semen until they got back downstairs.
He got other women, when she got a little boring. Then she did things like video-tape him when he was screwing. But he was too thrilled with her huge tits to let her go...
She lived with him for almost a year this way. She prayed he would never throw him out. She needed him so badly, needed the humiliation, the public shame. He was her dream man. The man she knew she always needed. She came to feel this was certain. She'd never known a better lover.
He decided he needed a new apartment. Since there was no reason to pay for anything he could get free, it was a large apartment. And he got a maid to come clean it up. She also did his prick once in awhile.
Bambi didn't mind. It was important for her to see him using other women too. She wanted him to have some variety. He kept her though, so she must be better, she felt.
He collected a few nice cars for himself. And a good stereo, some furniture that wasn't shabby at all, thank you. Nor were the two legged furniture he collected shabby either.
And eventually, he collected some new friends, unexpected friends.
They came while he was out. Several large men with hypodermics. They'd given her a shot, not at all concerned that she was naked in high heels when she answered the door. A few minutes later, she slept.
When she awoke she was in a bedroom, an entire wall was mirror. She screamed for Harry for a while. She thought he must have come up with a new way to embarrass her, maybe selling her into a brothel.
A man came in from time to time to ask her questions; who was she? (Bambi), where did she live? (with Harry), what did she do? (fuck mostly)...
At one point a different man came in and tried to fuck her. What he really did was try to seduce her in a very before-she-met-Harry manner. The idea someone was watching from behind the mirror was exciting, but not enough to get her engines going.
The man was disappointed, but didn't seem upset with her.
Later, a woman tried the same thing. Bambi, wasn't interested, thank you. Harry said such things were disgusting, she thought it was pretty vile too.
It was after she got frustrated about not getting laid, she had no idea why, the change came.
The next time a man came to ask her questions. He had no idea what he was in for...
She reached out with her mind and made him slap her. Her loins rose, entirely aflame. She did something to him, making him use his strength to force himself on her.
In moments, he'd torn off the clothes she'd been given, thin hospital like things. He twisted her nipples as hard as he could, sitting on her to keep her from fighting back. She would have scores of new bruises afterwards. She loved it.
She was hot and ready. Her cunt was drenched. He wrenched her arms behind her back, pushing her on her back to hold them there. Then he used his knees to separate her legs and opened his pants up one handed.
While her head was thrashing left to right, emitting gasps and the beginnings of a panting rhythm, he pressed his cock into her. She'd done something to hold him back for a time, she wasn't sure what.
He pounded away at her, giving her biting kisses that bruised her lips in ways she found tantalizing. From time to time he slapped her breasts open handed. Almost invariably, somewhere she wanted it.
"aannNNNGGGOOODAMMM!" she screamed, releasing an orgasm to rival the one she'd first had with Harry. The man began to fill her with his come, squeezed almost dry by the combination of her muscled cunt and his intensity. He collapsed immediately, completely spent.
While she lay there, panting with only reminiscences of the release, several men rushed in the room. The needles stabbed her before she'd known what hit her. The pain was a pleasant aftershock.
How did they know she was responsible for the whole thing... ?
"Eventually, I woke up in a lab. These guys had something that stops you from controlling them. They shaved my head to attach some kind of monitoring equipment. I think it was a couple of weeks before I got away though, it might have been longer."
"How'd you do that?" Bob asked.
"Some people never remember to check batteries." So, he thought, a carelessness they may never repeat, "One day, one of the guys forgot it for his whiz box. I got control and he helped me escape. Not before I got to see how telepaths are treated, though. Harry, well, Harry is as good as dead."
"And they've hunted you ever since."
"Well, I set myself up for a while, even had a bunch of toy men to serve me. Like you have that little twat on a leash." she grinned a weak grin, "its nice to have 3 men at once, at my beck and call. Especially since they did exactly what I wanted. But somehow the Institute found my hideout."
"They've got a radar like gimmick they use to search out telepaths."
"I may have gotten careless. I went to visit Harry's old place. Friday at the mall I was trying to shake the ones watching for me to come back. You bailed me out by distracting them. I got your address from, um, well, you know."
"I think so. Well, there's at least one more telepath out there we should help stay away from these goons. But you should relax first. Where have you been staying?"
"In one of the department stores. No one sees me unless I want them to."
"I see. I don't want you here though, you know."
"Um, well yeah, think I might interfere with your little trollop, eh?'
His ears burned again. Betty was making too much noise to hear anything though.
"Oh, the possibility had occurred to me. But it also occurs to me, both of us are threatened as long as the 'Institute' is hunting for anyone with, er, 'ability'. And you might draw them to me and the other way around too."
"Look, I'll promise to leave your 'toys' be, I'll even join in if you want. I get awfully horny, and Harry isn't around anymore. I don't even know what of me was his instructions and how much was me before Harry." she made a sincere plea.
"Yeah, I'll think on it. The idea of another telepath in the house just is a little hard to accept. It may be a little complicated."
Reluctantly, she left an address with him. But not before giving Betty a withering look of disapproval. Betty didn't notice.
Bob did.
Bob was in an apartment building near the mall. It was Thursday. His excitement had returned, the 'hunters' a distant threat. He hadn't yet decided what to do about Bambi nee Kim. But he felt a need to practise his talent.
Since Betty had started to take over the household chores, little things he had lost had been turning up. Organization had come to his home. Betty didn't like sharing him with Randi, and strongly disliked being left alone with "the pushy dyke".
She hadn't completely given up hope of being dominant in some manner over the household. Mostly, she and Randi had begun to compete for his attention by any means possible. So she strove to please him in ways other than sexual too.
He'd found a slip of paper on his dresser. One of them had found it in his papers and left it where he'd find it. This had the name and address of a young woman on it. It took him a few minutes to recall where this had come from.
She'd never met him, but he remembered her from the mall. She was lusting after new mothers walking throughout the mall. Suddenly he was enticed to seek her out.
He found the address easily. He resisted the temptation to use his talent right away, so he rang the bell, but no one answered. He found the superintendent. Soon he was in Mary McKinnon's apartment, and no one would remember seeing him enter.
Somehow, to Bob, pawing about in Mary's apartment was as exciting as intruding into her mind. He had found another means of violating her, without her having any ability to resist. The mundane nature of intrusion was unimportant. He was having his way with her more simply than his present norm, a pleasurable working of his will on hers.
Hell, he hadn't even met her yet. The excitement was growing in him.
Looking through her things, he was able to learn where she'd gone to school. He found her check stubs and learned about things she bought. Her closet was filled with pants suits, mostly. There were a very few dresses, and nothing he construed as sexy. Everything he found he restored to its original location.
In her desk, he found a pile of letters from her brother, dated over 5 years ago. And a few letters from other friends.
He heard keys being juggled at the lock. Turning out the lights, he watched the door open as she stepped inside. She closed the door again, and turned about, placing her purse on a narrow table she kept by the door. She turned on the lights, and stepped into the kitchen.
He was intrigued by this enigma. He hadn't probed her since the mall. She made noise in the kitchen for a while, and he simply waited. When she finally came into the living room, she jumped with a terror brought of confronting an intruder.
"Hello Mary." he uttered in a low voice.
"Who the hell are you and how the fuck did you get in here?!?" she demanded scrambling towards the phone.
"I came with a proposition to make." She stood, receiver in hand, much reassured by the dial tone. "I could have cut the phone cord if I wanted to, before you got here."
"I guess so," she paused, "Make it quick though, my patience is thin for this kind of crap. You broke into my home buster, and I'm gonna see you pay." She was shaking.
"Actually, the police can't arrest me. But as to you and me, I have a proposition. You may want to hear it." Wow!, all he'd had to do so far was talk, she'd gone from kill first to talking.
"Get to it then, then get the hell out."
"You like women."
"I like men."
"You might, but you also want a woman, specifically, you want one giving milk. You've been having this fantasy for a while." she shook, as with a chill.
"yes," she whispered, the fear rising just the least amount, "I do. But nobody knows that. Nobody. I haven't told a soul."
"Well I can arrange it for you."
"How the fuck would you do a thing like that," she banged the phone on the switch hook. "'Excuse me Mrs., I just happen to know a girl who wants to suck milk from your tits, would you mind coming to her apartment tonight?', give me a break!"
He smiled. The smile shook her.
"Something a lot like that, really."
"Oh great!, sure. And what, pray tell, is in it for you!?" she exclaimed.
"You wouldn't believe me entirely. Let us say, I want to share the carnal experience." he thought about vampires now, sucking the sexual energy from victims in the act. Silly thought, more reasonable to assert he was sucking the fantasy from his victim's act tonight. "I have a talent. It's a powerful skill allowing me a certain persuasive ability. I'm trying real hard not to use it on you."
"Why not, you'd get exactly what you want, if you really have the unique skill you claim."
"Oh, it's real enough. You want a demonstration?"
"Why? you can't give milk... men can't give milk. So who would you persuade into giving her milk to me?"
"Men can sometimes give milk, irrelevant though. Is one of the mothers you've leered after in the building?"
She sat down. The phone, still in her hand began to ring. She jumped. He didn't. She answered and shooed the caller away.
"There's Patty, on the first floor. I see her when I do laundry sometimes." Mary was showing signs of the dreamy fantasy intruding on the conversation. "God, she's cute. Her boobs sometimes drip the milk after she's nursed little Anna. They're almost twice as big as they were before she got preggers. She doesn't show any sign of having gained weight from the pregnancy."
"Can you call her? Its only about 8:30, ask her to come up here."
Reluctantly, she dialed the number.
She had him answer the door. She wasn't leaving the phone. Bob didn't mind. He wouldn't let her dial more than two digits anyway.
The woman at the door was carrying a baby carrier. She also bore a large bag, easily identified as a diaper bag. This woman evidently was using disposable diapers. Bob refrained from his environmentalist reaction to the disposables.
The child, sound asleep, bore the same striking resemblance of all babies to cherubs. Finally unencumbered, Patty was able to stand straight and Bob took in the assets she displayed.
Her dark hair was cut short, to her ears. Bob reflected this was wise considering the disgusting things long hair could get into around babies. She was without makeup, but still had an unblemished face, with round soft lips. Her shoulders were wide, but the breasts were showing themselves larger than he'd expect with her frame, probably hadn't nursed the baby recently. Her hips were a little padded, but her waist was slender and flat.
"Patty, this is, um, Bob. He's visiting for a few minutes."
He reached out and took some control over Patty. Then he, dramatically for the impression Mary would get, walked to her and held her eyes locked onto his for a moment.
"Hey, what are you doing?" Mary said.
"You want to suck milk from her tits?"
"Well, yeah, but I don't want you to hurt her either."
Bob shrugged and smiled at Mary.
"Patty," he gave verbal instructions, "Mary is more than your friend. She is your second baby. You need to nurse your second baby. She's been crying and you know she's hungry."
Patty smiled at Mary, took her by the hand. She led the other woman to her couch. Sitting down so Mary could lay her head on her lap, she lifted the t-shirt she wore and opened a flap on her nursing bra. A moment later she lifted Mary's head and lips to her nipple and cradled her head in her arm.
"There, there, sweetheart. Its all right. Mommy loves you, time for a bit of nursing." Her face peered down adoringly at Mary, one hand stroking the gentle features of Mary's face.
Mary was sucking, having forgotten Bob entirely for the moment. He could see her cheeks pull in with the suction, as at the same time she began to wiggle at the hips. Mary's hand slid down to her crotch and began rubbing through the fabric of her jeans.
"Unbutton them." he said. Remembering he was there, she glared, but obeyed.
Patty's free hand moved to the supine woman's open pants. The fingers worked their way under the panties. Seconds later the hand was making humping motions in Mary's crotch.
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