A few weeks before Spring break, Penny called Suzi to see if she wanted to get together. They went shopping the following weekend, and late that Saturday afternoon I received a phone call from Suzi.
"Tim, Penny spotted her brother sneaking around her place, and we followed him to where we think he lives. Penny wants to.... Penny? Hmm, anyway, she'd like you to come down so she can talk to him without worrying about being attacked or drugged again."
I reached out to Suzi, and wrote down the address.
"I should be there in about an hour. Hey, the twins were upset that you didn't take them to see Penny. Would it be okay if they came too?"
"I wanted to bring them myself, but when I mentioned it to Penny, she made it clear to me that she didn't want to see the twins again. I think she is afraid of what they would do to David and Michael."
"Okay. I guess I'll have to sneak..."
"What? Who are you? Get away from....<click>"
"SHIT," I exclaimed. I reached out to Suzi to find what was going on.
When I finally felt the connection form, all I found was that Suzi was asleep, and I couldn't wake her. The impressions I got back from her were very strange. I concluded she had been drugged, but hadn't been seriously injured.
I dialed my dad and got permission to use his helicopter, and in fifteen minutes I was in the air. In another thirty, we were hovering over the somewhat run down building Suzi was in, and where Penny's brother supposedly lived.
The pilot and I had trouble finding a place to land, and I ended up walking three blocks from an empty lot. To my surprise, the only person I could sense inside that building was Suzi. When I finally arrived, I found the building was condemned and had also been in a fire recently.
I suspected something was up, so I kept scanning constantly to make sure no one would sneak up on me. I climbed the stairs, noting the numerous foot prints in the ash, then followed the foot prints right to the door where I felt Suzi was in. I studied the shiny-like-new door knob, wishing I could use Suzi's eyes to see what was in there.
After spending twenty minutes looking for another way in the room, I gave up and tried the door. To my surprise, the door wasn't locked. And just as my suspicions started to rise again while I swung the door open, there was a "ping" and a "thunk" from a tranquilizing dart hitting me in the back. I barely noticed Suzi laying on the floor asleep before I joined her.
A sharp pain in my arm brought me out of my slumber. My head felt fuzzy, and I found my arms and legs tied to a chair. I started to hear people talking, but their words were too faint to understand. I regained my senses very slowly, and once I was somewhat alert, I pretended to still be asleep.
From the sounds in the room, I gathered that someone was getting an excellent blow job. From what the man was saying, the female who was doing the sucking was tied up in a helpless position. But she was willingly giving him the blow job, reminding me of one of my father's slaves.
The instant that thought crossed my mind, I tried to reach out with my mind to find what was going on. The cry I made from the pain in my head alerted everyone that I was conscious.
Someone pulled my head up by my hair, making my eyes open automatically. The scene in front of me didn't make much sense at first.
I appeared to be in a mixture of a doctor's examining room and a bedroom. The shock of seeing the hog tied nude form of Penny happily sucking a man's cock while getting her ass fucked was almost as great as when I realized it was her father's prick she was sucking.
The man in a lab coat who had pulled my hair said to me, "Why are you so shocked? I know you have done this and worse to your slaves."
I refused to respond. Instead, I tried to scan his mind, resulting in my head pounding again.
"I wouldn't try any more of that. The drug I gave you prevents your brain from receiving sugar too quickly. Did you know telepathy uses a lot of sugar? The pain you feel is only warning you that brain damage will occur if you continue depriving your mind of its sugar."
"Who the fuck are you, and what do you want with me," I said.
"Who I am is not as important as who I will become," he said, walking behind me and returning with a hypodermic needle filled with a greenish liquid which he placed on a tray beside me. "In a few days, you will be calling me master. You will use your telepathic skills to enslave as many people as I wish, starting with your lovely girlfriend."
"Don't bet on it," I said softly.
Hearing me, he said, "Oh, I don't have to bet on it. The proof is right in front of your eyes. That slut over there and her father will do anything I or Steven ask happily."
Towards the bed he said, "Steven, take your toy and your father somewhere else. I am about to begin."
"Well, begin. We're not stopping you," Steven answered.
"You know that only one person can imprint themselves while this stuff works on his brain. You agreed to follow my decisions when I gave you your father and sister. Now please, leave."
"Shit. All right, Uncle Jake. If you hadn't had so many chances already to shoot me up with that stuff, I would be afraid to just hand him over to you. Just remember who your friends are. Come on, bitch."
I sat appearing calm, but in reality I was frantic. As he swabbed my arm with alcohol, I said, "If you let me and Suzi go, I won't seek revenge on you. But I must warn you, I have very powerful family and friends. If I turn up missing, it would me only a matter of time before..."
"I have waited seven years to capture a telepath. Nothing you say will stop me from completing my father's wishes. You will rebuild my family's estate, and then repopulate it with slaves."
He held up the needle and squirted a small portion out before lowering it towards my arm.
My cry of pain startled him slightly, but he just smiled and said, "That won't do any good. You can not possibly use that power to.."
I cut him off with my smile, looking at him with bright eyes.
"No, not that power. But another," I said as the empathic connection formed. I quickly lowered him in a forced hypnotic state, watching the shock and fear on his face slowly dissolve until he was completely expressionless.
"There now. You're feeling more comfortable now, aren't you."
"Yess.."
"You would be even more comfortable if you set that needle in your hand back on that tray.... Good. See how much better that is?
"I bet you would love to sit down on this chair. In fact, you really want to, don't you? Oh... But I can't get up.. If you could untie me, I'll let you sit down on the chair.."
I was manipulating my own emotions to fit what I needed him to feel as I spoke. I desired to sit on the chair, then I needed to untie the ropes, and finally I lusted to listen to the words which were spoken to me.
Once I was free, I had him sit down and demand me to tie him up. I used suggestions to find out who and what he was, and what was going on.
Penny's grandfather died five years before she was born. Ever since then, her uncles and aunts had been driven to explore every form of brainwashing while searching for a telepath vulnerable enough for them to capture and break to their will. I wasn't the first telepath they had captured, but that had been before Jake had perfected his drug, and apparently the poor soul went insane. They lost nearly three-fourths of their slaves and several of their family members to the insanity before blowing up the building where the telepath and several others were.
While they had only lost twenty people in the explosion, over a hundred others had lost their minds, including Jake's wife, two of his sisters and a brother. And his own son had died in the explosion, which was probably why he had taken Steven under his wing like that. I was sure Jake had instilled the need to control others into Steven while continuing to work towards his father's goals.
By the time I got that much of the story out of him, I realized I was wasting time. After several minutes of suggesting and working through his resistance, he finally told me how to counter-act the drug he had gave me, and I released him to prepare the dosage and inject it in me.
Twenty minutes later, I tested my telepathy by attempting to read his mind. I was relieved when I felt his contented thoughts, then immediately turned him into my humble slave.
"Where is Suzi?" I asked.
"She is in our holding chamber with the rest of our intended slaves, master."
"Is there an antidote or a treatment to undo what that drug does?"
"No, master. The effects of this drug are permanent."
"If you are right, then you are going to live the rest of your life begging people to shit in your mouth."
I ignored his whining as I began reaching out to scan the household. I found Steven's mind and barely issued my first command to him when my head started pounding again.
"Shit. Your fucken drug..." I said as the room spun around.
Jake helped me back into my chair, and then I sensed Steven was on his way here. I just had enough time to tell Jake he would have fake it before Steven slammed the door open and stomped in.
"What the FUCK is going on! I felt him screwing with my mind!" Steven blasted. The twenty three year old man realized something was very wrong when he noticed the needle on the tray and the ropes on the ground that had bounded my arms and legs. He controlled his desire to flee, and then decided to do just the opposite. He attacked.
Before I could react, he slammed right into me, knocking me to the floor so hard that he winded me and caused my head spin madly. Jake came to my rescue by throwing himself at Steven, not realizing Steven had picked up the needle. The scream Jake made when Steven stabbed him in the gut made me shiver with fear. I had never been so scared in my life.
In desperation, I lashed out with my mind at Steven, causing my head to explode in pain. But as my vision started to go black, my eyes told me he had collapsed on top of his uncle, and for the moment I was safe.
I jumped when I was awoken by a soft hand stroking my cheek. To my relief, the hand belonged to my mom, and Joey was kneeling beside her.
"How?" I croaked.
"We both felt your fear, sweetie," my mother said.
"I was able to keep a lock on you after you passed out," Joey added.
I looked around, finding both Jake and Steven missing.
"Where's Suzi?" Joey asked me concerned.
I reached out to her, finding her still unconscious and moving away in some kind of vehicle.
"We got to help her.." I said trying to get up.
Joey opened a share link with me as he helped me to my feet.
"Thanks, I needed that," I told him. "Penny's brother has.. used some kind of drug on her and her dad, and probably her mom too. They've been brainwashed. The guy that did it was going to do the same thing to me. He said it was irreversible! We have to get Suzi back before they use it on her!" I said as I started running for the door.
I quickly realized I had no idea where the hell I was when I entered a long hallway with at least thirty different doors. So Joey and my mom led the way to the roof where another helicopter was waiting.
"Holy shit," I said when I realized the helicopter was some kind of jet copter that they had hijacked. The pilot had already started spinning the blades, readying for a quick take off.
It took ten minutes for us to home in on the van Suzi was in. It was on the highway traveling at a dangerously high speed and swerving around other vehicles. As Joey took care of the driver and the van pulled off the road, I scanned the rest of the van. To my dismay and relief, Suzi was the only passenger in the vehicle.
My past mistakes had made me very cautious about what we would find when we approached the van. I gasped with my realization of who the driver was as I used his eyes to inspect the insides of the van.
Michael carried Suzi out to us before I would let Joey inspect the van. Michael's hair had been dyed black, obviously in honor of Steven's black hair. While my mom examined Suzi, I painfully inspected Michael's mind.
His memories were hard to call up, for his brain chemistry had been altered by the drug they had used on him. From what I could tell, Penny had lured the two brothers into her house where they had both been tranquilized and taken to the same lab we had just left.
It appeared that Steven was quite intelligent, and very twisted. He had planned everything since the moment he realized his father was no longer interested in the slave project. Steven had even used the drug on him, his own father.
The effects of this drug were different than the one his father had used on Penny and I. I called Michael's memory up of his experience very easily. In fact, it seemed to constantly be in the back of his mind, reinforcing his desire to please and serve Steven and Penny.
Instead of being addicted to the sexual pleasure and desire that the other drug produced, this drug excited specific areas of the brain while it reduced the activity in other areas. Michael's senses had been amplified to many times the norm while his individuality and several key cognitive functions had been suppressed. His mind had been flooded by the sight and sound of Steven telling him to be his faithful slave and the like. The strength of the signals coming from Michael's senses had burned themselves into his defenseless mind.
Steven's brainwashing skills were extremely good. Michael couldn't willingly recall anything of his past life unless Steven asked him too. His life appeared to begin when the needle was pulled from his arm. And the memories afterwards I found to be very distressful, and not very useful.
Steven loved to physically abuse his slaves. Once Michael had told Steven everything he knew about me, which wasn't much, Steven had him prove his loyalty and love by having Michael lick his ass. After Michael's tongue had penetrated his rose, Steven knew Michael was his, and proceeded to rape the helpless slave, not caring about the pain his rough treatment caused. Michael hated every moment of it, but never for a moment considered complaining or resisting his master's wishes.
Thankfully, Steven lost interest in him very quickly, and for several months Michael was given to Penny who was taking a very active part in the preparations to capture me. Then a few weeks before Penny had called Suzi, Steven again questioned him about me, then proceeded to abuse him horribly when Michael couldn't tell him what he wanted to know.
Michael had bruises all over his body, possibly a few cracked ribs, a black eye, and his left cheek was severely swollen. But from what I could tell, Michael had weathered better than David who had apparently been in the hospital for several weeks before assisting Michael in stealing the van.
I had to take a break once I got that far, so I checked with my mother to see how Suzi was.
"She's been mistreated, but not severely. From what I can tell, she'll be okay once the sedative they gave her wears off. They haven't tampered with her mind. What about the other one? I take it you know him?"
I explained about Penny's two twin boyfriends and the hell they had been put through. We decided the best thing to do was to fly them both to the hospital, meaning two of us would have to stay behind.
Joey and I stood by the van as the helicopter took off. We both wanted to go with them very badly, but knew we were stronger together and wasn't about to make my mom stay behind. I suppose that was the first instance were Joey and I thought about it like that.
Just as the helicopter disappeared from our sight, a police car pulled up behind the van with it's lights on. Two policemen got out, hands on their holsters, and told us to stay where we were and to keep our hands where they could see them.
"Shit. I bet they think we were driving the van," Joey said out loud.
"Officers, we just got here. Honest. We were dropped off by a helicopter and...." I tried to explain as one of the officers made me spread'em.
"Now that's a new one," he said as he frisked me. "He's clean, Burke."
"So's this one. You boys are in a lot of trouble. As if you didn't know it, this van was stolen by two teenage boys."
"And because I don't see a helicopter, you two have the right to remain silent..."
"Uhm, Tim?" Joey said as Officer Sinak continued reading our rights while they handcuffed us.
"Hang on Joey. Help's on its way," I said with a smile.
"That better mean your parents are coming for you. 'Cause if it doesn't..." Burke began, hearing a familiar sound grow louder.
As my father's helicopter sat down, I looked up at Sinak and said, "Uhm, that's my ride. Can I go now?"
Recovering from his shock, he said, "I'm sorry, son. That doesn't prove a thing. We still have to take you.... Burke, didn't the description say two black haired males?"
"Yeah, but that doesn't mean... Oh, it also said one of them had a black eye..." Burke said, suddenly reaching for his keys.
"Sorry guys. Simple case of mistaken identity," Sinak said after I finished magnifying the differences between the descriptions and us in their minds. Actually, I could have done more than just magnify, but tampering with the minds of the law... Isn't that some kind of federal offense?
They insisted on taking our names and addresses, saying we were on the scene first and would they would need to get a statement from us. So we gave some bogus addresses and they let us on our way. Yeah, I know. We lied. But isn't fibbing a heck of a lot less... wrong.. than outright tampering?
While we were in the air, Joey and I opened a thought channel so we could discuss the events.
"What I don't get is, if they had time to pick up everything of value and leave, why didn't they take me with them too?" I thought to Joey.
"Maybe they saw it was too big of a risk. What if they didn't have any more of that drug and didn't want to chance you waking up and taking over the place?"
"Yeah, that sounds reasonable. But they couldn't have known about you and mom coming to get me, so why did they have David and Michael steal the van, then send Michael off with Suzi as a decoy?"
"Hmmm. Either this asshole is pretty smart, or pretty paranoid. Hey, let me see what you got from Michael's head again.."
I allowed him access to my mind, letting my attention wander to the ground below us.
"Shit, Joey. This is all my fault. If I hadn't left Penny with her dad.."
"Don't start that shit again. From what I see, Steven would have gotten his hands on her sooner or later. At least now we know how to protect ourselves."
"What. You figured something out?" I asked surprised.
"Yeah. I was comparing what you remember about Michael's mind last summer and what you found today. Those commands you gave him last year. It doesn't look like that drug can get around them. Michael couldn't tell anyone what you told him about Penny and her dad.."
"Whoa! You mean... All we have to do is send each other a command that would stop us from doing whatever Steven says and the drug wouldn't work?"
"Something like that. But not just Steven. And we need to check Michael's head out a little more and get a better idea what to prepare for. But I think it would work."
"Yeah... Man I hope so.."
Joey went back to examining my memories to see if he could find anything else, while I sat quietly, trying to keep my mind from wandering too much. As the helicopter approached the hospital, I reached out to Suzi to check on her.
"Shit. She's still out cold," I thought to Joey.
The helicopter that my father had 'borrowed' for my rescue wasn't anywhere in sight when we landed on the chopper pad of the hospital. I was a little disappointed to find my mom had let the pilot go on his way. That jet copter had been really cool to ride in, but I didn't want Midge getting jealous and let it drop from my mind.
Besides, there were more important matters to deal with. Michael did in fact have three cracked ribs, and they were also treating his swollen cheek when we arrived. But his most serious injury was an anal infection from the violent rapings Steven enjoyed. Actually, Michael's condition was mostly due to his programming to ignore any physical discomforts he had while carrying out Steven's or Penny's orders. Michael simply hadn't been able to admit that he needed medical attention while helping to prepare for my capture.
My mother was having a lot of difficulty explaining how Michael and Suzi had obtained their injuries to a woman police officer when Joey and I found her.
"Mom, how are they?" I asked interrupting Officer Peterson's latest question. I quickly scanned the woman's mind, finding she didn't believe my mom was in any way responsible, but had the feeling she also wasn't telling everything. Kim was a very intelligent woman, and I found myself respecting her sharp mind.
"Michael is going have to stay at least the night, and Suzi still hasn't woken up. They took a blood sample from her to try and find what they used on her."
"I take it you're friends of the two victims?" Officer Peterson asked.
"Yeah. Michael's a friend of a friend, and Suzi's our girlfriend," I said, not really paying attention to what I was saying. Joey was busy checking out Michael's head for himself, while I was fascinated by Kim's mind. I was considering telling her the truth, thinking she might be able to help us.
Kim had blinked at my slip up, but didn't waste any time on it. She asked several questions about our involvement, and after getting pretty much the same story as my mother had given her, she thanked us and went to talk to the nurse at the counter.
I was just about to discontinue my scanning of her mind when I felt her momentary excitement as her partner walked up.
Officer Rick Corben was a six foot tall, dark haired, nicely built man with a boyish face. It was their third day as partners, and Kim was having second thoughts about the arrangement when she found herself incredibly attracted to him. She had always had a thing for younger men, and on more than one occasion found herself thinking indecent thoughts about some kid she had just booked. It always took a good romance movie or novel to get herself straightened out.
Corben was anything but what his innocent face portrayed. He had used his looks to get into the pants of many women, starting way back in the eighth grade. Even though he had sex with three other women on the force, he had never allowed it to interfere with his work. So he had immediately put the thought of tasting Kim's sex out of his mind as she turned it towards him.
Having already copied her home phone number into my head, I did the same with Corben's before turning my attention to Suzi as I walked up to her bed. Her mind was asleep, and that's all I could get from her. I felt Joey's concern start to grow, so I slipped my arm behind his back and pulled him towards me. We stood side by side with Joey's head resting on my shoulder as we both probed her mind and body for signs of normal activity.
I didn't hear my mom leave the room, but when she came back in, Joey and I stopped our probing. Joey sat down while I turned my head towards my mom. I knew the moment I saw her face that it wasn't good news.
"What is it?" I asked.
"They couldn't find anything in her blood. There's no trace of a drug."
"But why doesn't she wake up?" Joey said without looking up.
"They don't know.."
"Do they have any idea how long she'll be out?" I asked.
"No, dear. I'm afraid... they're not sure she will wake up."
Joey and I looked at each other, and immediately knew we had both come to the same conclusion. Before my mother even realized something was up, I sat down in the chair next to Joey, and we closed our eyes and formed a share link with Suzi.
Joey and I shuddered as we felt Suzi's energy mix with ours. I realized I was slipping down in my chair, and panicked when the experience with John popped into my head. I quickly connected with my mother, then started connecting up to as many people as I could, trying to dilute the sleepiness I was quickly succumbing to. After the first ten or so people, Joey started to do the same.
My mom had to verbally say, "Boys, that's enough people!" before I realized we had connected to nearly two hundred healthy individuals. I still felt a little tired, but I wasn't sure if it was from Suzi or just a result of our numerous sharing links.
We started to close the links when Suzi yawned and opened her eyes. Joey reached the bed before I did, then we each took a hand to hold.
"What happened?" Suzi asked. "Where am I?"
"How do you feel?" my mom asked before we could reply.
"I guess I feel okay," Suzi said, trying to sit up. When she accidentally pulled the IV in her arm taunt, she said, "Ouch! Ow... I'm a little sore.. and this needle in my arm doesn't help.."
My mom pushed the call button, and a few minutes later, the doctor was checking her out.
My mom agreed with the doctor she should also stay the night for observation, so Joey and I stayed with her after my mom went home in the helicopter. We had made the excuse we wanted to stay in case Steven or one of his helpers some how manage to sneak in to grab them, but no one was fooled. We simply couldn't bear leaving her alone for the night.
We brought both Suzi and Michael to my mansion the next day after convincing the doctors that Michael would be well taken cared for. My father arranged for one of his nurses to always be on duty with Michael, and I copied the information on treating his infection into each nurse he sent.
Once Joey and I worked out what to do, we issued the commands to each other and to Suzi to immunize us from Steven's drug. Suzi went home afterwards, but Joey stayed the night, and went to school with me the following morning.
Joey couldn't drive over after school because his dad needed his help with the yard that afternoon. I spent several hours with Michael trying to undo Steven's brainwashing, but even though I didn't have any problems altering his mind, it was like having a bag of bubble gum and trying to pull out all the pink ones out without disturbing all the others. I managed to fix a few things without disturbing anything else, but on several attempts I found I actually made things worse instead of better.
I finally came to the conclusion that I wouldn't be able to restore Michael back to his original self. I could attempt to recreate his original personality, but I knew it wouldn't be anywhere near the real thing.
So when the twins showed up, I was glad to accept their emotional support. But when they insisted on seeing Michael, I wasn't that comfortable about it considering their last meeting. But I figured Michael was safe since David wasn't there, and finally allowed them to see him.
Michael resembled a zombie in his current state. He didn't really care about anything. He didn't speak unless spoken to, and unless he was told to do something, he just sat, stood, or laid where he was and stared at whatever there was to look at. I planned to fix that once his body recovered, but for the time being he didn't really care about the pain except that it was something the nurse had to treat.
When we came into his room, he was on his stomach nude while the nurse was treating his ass hole. Actually, I had forgot to cancel the commands for the nurse to pleasure her patients as much as possible and was now simply massaging his back.
"Lynn, if you're finished treating his injuries, please leave us alone until it's time for his next one."
"Yes, master," she said collecting her things. For a moment, I considered letting her treat me for a while, but then I didn't want my mind clouded while the twins were with Michael.
Joy and Honey walked up and stood on opposite sides of Michael's head. They reached down and stroked his cheek and hair, then closed their eyes and concentrated.
My curiosity almost made me interrupt to ask them what they were doing, but I contained it and waited for them to finish. They opened their eyes five minutes later, then indicated to me they wanted to show me something.
I stood at Michael's head and attempted to copy what they were doing, but finally just had to relax and let them lead me through it.
The empathic connection they helped me form finally seemed to focus and intensify. I suddenly felt Michael's presence, or more like I could feel his soul. As my mind concentrated on focusing on this feeling, it grew to the point it was almost like I could see it. Actually, when I recall the experience now, it comes to me as an image with an assortment of feelings attached. So I suppose I was seeing his soul, and I immediately saw something wrong. The otherwise bright, nearly white 'object' looked as if it had been shot with a paint pellet of dark ink. The 'ink' had splattered on impact, spreading it's little fingers outwards.
Well, the fingers were very thin and long, and they extended all the way to the edges. So just to give a full picture, imagine this.
You have a 8x10 picture of your sweet grandmother behind glass in a picture frame. You aim your paint pellet gun at the center, standing only a foot away. You pull the trigger, and the paint pellet hits the picture and fractures the glass on impact. When you examine the now blotched picture of Granny, you find the paint had spread along the cracks running from the point of impact to the edges of the glass. The splotch and the cracks was what I was 'seeing' on Michael's soul. I bet you never guessed those paint pellet guns were hazardous to your soul, did you?
When I felt the image starting to blur, I dissolved the connection I had formed. The twins knew I had seen what I needed to see, and I simply wasn't strong enough to hold the connection without their help.
"That was... amazing," I said once I came back to my senses. "I take it that dark splotch was what Steven did to him?"
Their response was a 'yes', and that it meant something very important.
"What? Come on, ladies. I can't make any more sense out of what you just showed me without more information. What are you trying to tell me?"
I felt their frustration, and I got the feeling it was so obvious to them that they couldn't understand why I hadn't figured it out.
"I've never seen someone's soul before," I said softly. "I mean it's obvious that it isn't supposed to have that dark spot, but other than that, I don't know what it's supposed to look like."
They just looked at me for a minute, and I could almost feel them discussing it over somehow. When the two nude twin beauties reached an agreement, they indicated to me to follow them.
I was getting a bit frustrated myself after they led me to the other end of the mansion and took the stairs to the third floor before finally arriving at the door of Carol's and Vicki's room.
Vicki and Carol lived at my mansion because the limo they were assigned to had its garage here. They were the only two of my father's slaves who lived with my mother and I. The rest of the slaves who took care of the place or served at special functions all lived their own lives in their own homes. Only when they were on duty at the mansions were they passive willing servants, ready fuck or suck at our whim. And so far, I hadn't taken advantage of them except for the orgy last summer and the thing with Fanny and Kelly on my birthday.
I politely knocked, and Carol answered the door.
"Oh, master! Why didn't you simply call? We would have come to you!" she said caressing my chest.
Vicki got up from her desk and started taking off her school clothes as quickly as she could. Her embarrassment of being caught with clothes on made her voice a little unsteady as she said, "Yes, master. We would have loved it if you had called us to pleasure you."
Feeling a bit embarrassed about how pathetic they sounded, I started to turn red while I said, "Uhm, actually, Joy and Honey were the ones who are here to see you. I think. And, er, Carol, could you, like, stop? I can't think straight when you're getting me hard like that."
"Yes master," Carol said a little unhappily.
I gave Carol's left nipple a little twist for fun, then I had to fight her off when she thought I had reconsidered. I knew neither of them were all that needy for sex. After the incident with Fanny, I had talked things over with my dad about removing the need for sex from the servants. While he did allow me to adjust some of the people who worked at my mansion, he wouldn't let me do it to Vicki and Carol. He simply took care of satisfying their needs by calling on their limo two or three times a week.
The twins walked up to Vicki and had her lay down. Once Vicki was flat on her back, she was disappointed when all we did was touch her cheeks and forehead.
I felt the empathic connection form and the image of Vicki's soul come into focus much faster this time. Vicki's soul didn't have the shot-by-a-pellet-gun look. Instead, it appeared to have just a powdering of dark spots all over it, making her soul look somewhat greyish instead of white.
The twins then showed me Carol's. I was shocked to see that Carol's was almost totally black, with only a few light spots here and there. I remembered that my father had replaced her memories and personality with ones he had constructed. I understood some of what they were trying to tell me, but... Not the important part.
When I opened my eyes, the twins were looking at me, blinking their brown eyes and waiting for me to react.
"Uhm, I still don't understand why you're showing me all this. It's very interesting, actually amazing is more like it. But whatever you're trying to get across to me, I'm..."
They walked out the door at that point, letting me know I was to follow them, making no attempt to filter out their frustration during their brief message.
I was surprised when they led me to the kitchen, and I waited patiently while they stood still in the middle of the room studying it. They walked up to one of the dishwashers and opened it. I went and sat on a counter bewildered while they examined the dishes carefully. When they finished their inspection, they simply closed the door and studied the room again.
They went through several cabinets until they found the dishes and selected three of the clear glass plates. Then they opened the door to the refrigerator and examined the contents. It didn't seem like they could find what they were looking for.
"Hey. Let's try just talking this out. I wish you two could grasp the concept of charades, but... Okay. I take it the plates are Michael's, Vicki's and Carol's souls. You were looking for something to use for the dark parts. Hmm. How about chocolate syrup. Lord knows we have enough of.. No? Why not?"
Honey grabbed a plate and held it vertically while Joy took a bottle out and squirted a stream of chocolate at it ten feet away. Their eyes had never left my face, yet Honey made a perfect bullseye. Well, perfect except for the long tail of chocolate on the floor.
"Oh. It runs. Okay. Okay. Uhm.. Tell me this. Say I painted Carol's with paint, then used the airbrush I got for Christmas last year to speckle Vicki's. Okay, good. And then I used a permanent marker to make Michael's... No? What do you mean by... Wait a sec. I think I know what would work for his."
I put on the coat and sandals, opened the walk in freezer's door and went over to the ice cream racks. I was trying to pick out a flavor that I didn't think anyone would eat when I felt the twins get excited. I turned around to find they had followed me in, and were looking at the frost on the wall.
"What? Get out before you catch cold. No, you can show me whatever it is after you get something on."
We returned to the freezer after they put their winter coats on and their fuzzy slippers. They started using their fingernails to draw three circles in the frost, each circle containing a different formation of frost.
"Okay, this one is Carol's.. No? But it's the thickest and... Okay. Okay. So it's Vicki's? Michael's?!? <sigh> If you insist. Then this light frost has to be Vicki's. Okay. So?"
Joy used her fingernail to scrape a small portion of the light speckling of frost off the wall of the freezer. Then Honey did the same with the area where the frost was just thick enough to hide the metallic surface. They had only scraped a path maybe 1/4 of an inch wide.
But when Honey stuck her nail into the area of frost that had grown to depth of an inch or so, she couldn't move it. It became quite apparent that it wasn't doing what they expected. Both twins started to dig their nails in, and eventually pulled a huge chunk off.
"So? What does... Wait. You're trying to tell me.. you know how to fix Michael? I mean, you know how to... Oh.. I get it! Like when you made Joey and I your happy slaves, then tore it out all together. You pulled it out in chunks just like you did that piece of frost! Oh! I do get it...
"Vicki's is all speckled like that light frost. You almost have to scrape away each crystal in order to get it all. And with Carols... Sorta the same thing. Kinda. How come you couldn't just pry it off like with Michael's?"
They indicated to me to try it with the frost, so I did. When I saw that the frost wasn't solid enough to come off in chunks, I said so. I found I was speaking to myself when the door slammed shut from the twin's exit.
I pried a thick chunk off for fun, but then left the freezer myself. I had to feel around for the twins, finding them on their way to Michael's room. I ran and caught them before they reached his door.
"Uhm, I know you want to help him, but, let's just wait until he's well. And I want to talk it over with my mom anyway. Now stop it. I trust you to do it, I just don't want to rush into it. If there is anything I've learned from dealing with Penny's family is to try to figure out what could go wrong before doing something. Come on. Let's jump in the tub. I'm cold."
I was feeling very loving while we snuggled in the bubble bath with only our heads above water. We did this kind of thing quite often, always sharing ourselves empathically, never feeling the need for anything more. When my mother and I started to stay at the North mansion every weekend, the twins and I did do some making out, but after a while I guess I tired of it. The twins simply accepted it and didn't let it really bother them, or at least never let on to me that it did.
I had my arms around them, holding us so we didn't drift apart. I was thinking about Penny, and then about the twin brothers. This led to thinking about the two twins I was currently holding, and how much I loved them and would do almost anything for them to make them happy. And, no, nobody had force me to feel that way.
It suddenly struck me that the twins would enjoy some of the making out we used to do. In fact, I felt a bit guilty for not coming to that conclusion a long time ago. And the more I thought about it, the more I wanted to do it.
Now I came the same dilemma that had stopped me several times in the past. I only had one mouth, so which one do I start necking with first?
I felt them both shift their position at the same time. They always do things like that. I had gotten used to their synchronized movements a long time ago. I even watched them take a dump before. I swear, honest to God, I only heard one plop.
My attention wandered down memory lane, trying to remember when they had ever done anything... different than the other. Even when Joey and I made love to them that first time, Joey and I later compared notes to find they had managed to do the same things, if not exactly the same time.
I concentrated on trying to figure out a way to start something up without making it seem like I had favored one more than the other by starting with her. I was so deep in thought I almost didn't notice Honey getting up and leaving the tub.. without Joy.
"What? Where are you going?" I asked confused as I watched Honey's wet body walk out the door.
I looked at Joy's face, finding it looking at me and closing in for a kiss. I suddenly didn't recognize her. She looked like this normal girl who was about to kiss me. It was as if I was seeing her face for the first time. She wasn't some well trained animal, or some kind of magical being with different needs. Joy was a seventeen year old girl whose lips pressed against mine.
The twins and I have kissed many times before, but they had never initiated the kiss, or led the foreplay in anyway. But this time...
I admitted her probing tongue into my mouth, and almost forgot to return the act when I felt her move her leg between mine and slide herself partially on top of me.
The tub had seats molded into its floor and sides so anyone can lay comfortably in the water without having to hold their heads above the waterline. This was good, since I would have surely drowned once Joy had gotten me fully aroused and senseless.
We were actively sucking each others faces as her arms slipped under mine and wrapped themselves behind me. I pulled Joy the rest of the way on top of me and stroked her lean body with my hands. Again, I didn't recognize her when she broke our lips apart and ran her tongue down to my neck.
She sucked at my neck right above the waterline, using her tongue and lips in a way that gave me goosebumps while laying in the warm water. My dick was throbbing against her inner thigh, teasing both of us with its pulsing.
My eyes had closed, but my arms were constantly in motion, feeling every inch of her hot body that I could reach. But when her arms slipped up my back and over my shoulders, my eyes snapped open as she pulled herself back up to my face.
The young woman's face that peered back at mine was full of passion. Never had I ever seen her face show so much emotion. I almost thought I was dreaming, but when she nibbled on my lip when I hadn't responded to her little kisses, I knew it was really happening.
That's when I truly did 'wake up' and began to make my own advances. I raised my head and locked my lips on hers while I squeezed her ass with my hands. And just as she was starting roll her crotch against me, I sat up, then stood up, keeping her tightly against me as I carried her to the bedroom.
Soaking wet and horny as hell, I laid her down on the bed. OH my GOD she was the sexiest thing I had ever seen! Her perfectly tanned body, glistening wet skin, her long dark wet hair spread out around her head as she breathed through her mouth and stared expectantly at me.
When had her breasts become... more than just petite? The last time I looked, I could have sworn they hadn't been any bigger than the first time I had laid eyes on them. But now... They, like their owner, had matured, completing the woman that had only a few minutes before had been a girl to me.
Joy's breasts were not in any way unnaturally large. But they weren't the meager handfuls that I had long taken for granted. They even kept most of their shape while she laid there, absorbing my wonder, my joy, as I continued to examine her body with my eyes.
Toes of perfection, feet to match, even they were an erotic sight to behold. I was compelled to just swoop down to lick and suck her lovely piglets, telling her how this one had gone to the market, and another had gone home. But I wasn't finished with the feast her body had provided for my eyes.
Her legs were still glistening with moisture, causing my already throbbing dick to surge. Legs which had never had need of a razor, had never skinned their knees, or even been exposed to the elements for any considerable length of time. And just as my eyes left her knees, I gasped when her left leg bent and rotated away from her right one, my eyes pulled to her awaiting sex.
Her triangle of curly hair seemed to suddenly open its pink mouth when Joy's right leg began moving away from its center position. I could see her wetness within as she laid spread for me, and then I suddenly understood that the wetness had been caused by her own examination of my body.
I had been flexing my muscles and giving her different views of my body, trying to arouse her like she was doing to me. I admit I was very pleased with the results of Suzi's consistent nagging for Joey and I to work out in the weight room with her cousin. And, for the first time, I considered the possibility that maybe women did find me sexy. I had never really thought of it seriously before.
My thoughts of this nature were forgotten when our hungry eyes met. I crawled onto the bed, laying my body between her spread legs and we locked our lips once more. But we both knew this kiss would be short, for my dick's head was already slipping inside her steaming hot passage.
Her legs wrapped themselves around my waist and pushed me inside her, filling her wet hole with my firmness. We were both pleased to find I had grown longer and thicker since the summer when we last had sex. She hadn't been the only one maturing in the past several months.
This time was different in a more important way also. We were just two people in love, fulfilling each other's lust, doing it without any supernatural powers interfering.
And it was a moment of discovery for both of us. I stopped thinking of myself as a kid, someone too young to make love to a mature and adult woman. Partially because I was doing just that.
It was then I truly felt like a man. Not like when I had lost my innocence with Suzi and Joey the year before. But physically, emotionally, perhaps even mentally. And right at that moment, something inside me was released from it's captivity, wiping out my self doubts and fears while filling my mind and soul with its presence.
Tim the boy was no more. I was a person who had the name...
Timothy Jasper Brandton-Grodmen, or soon to many....
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I felt reborn. My past life was just a warm up, practice for the real thing. Joy's hot body beneath me became the focus of my newly awakened lust, my newly awakened mind quickly processing the best method to give her the best fuck she would ever have.
As I started my first plunge, the image of my adult self from my nightmare formed in my head. I simply tossed it aside, not needing it anymore. I had already decided what my destiny would be, and my overactive conscience would just have to accept that.
But as my newly discovered man-sized cock plunged into her sex at a speed I had never obtained before, I suddenly grabbed that image, and decided it was worth keeping. After all, the man it portrayed and the man I knew myself to be were only similar in their looks, and I owed him a lot. If it wasn't for him, I would never have reached my true calling.
To complete my transformation into my new persona, I formed the image of the part of me who had been terrified of what I could become. That boy now appeared so naive and immature, not trusting his own ability to love and be loved. The child who had wanted to die before he had even started to truly live.
I used the dream's format, creating the images of Joey on top of Suzi, but now it was the boy's image penetrating Joey's ass. The man whom I hated and to whom I owed so much shoved his huge dick into the boy's waiting anus. But this was my moment, the moment of truth. As the boy grew into the man I truly would become, my foe became, no, not another boy, but the image of Penny's brother, Steven.
When my man's image discovered he was being fucked in the ass, he clamped down on the invading prick so hard that Steven screamed. My ass crimped off the nerves and blood vessels to his dick's head, rendering it permanently damaged, never to be used for pleasure again. I vowed that when I got through with him, he would wish I had simply done just that.
All these thoughts had only taken no more than fifteen seconds, during which my highly aroused body had topped out at its new found maximum thrusting speed.
I slowed my speed, and began exploring my new found abilities. Or more accurately, I started to try the things I had never allowed myself to try. I had always restricted myself, making lines in the dirt to mark my boundaries, always knowing someday I would cross them. And now I planned to find every one of those damn lines just so I can cross them and rub them out. I would never draw a line in the dirt again.
I used my empathic skills on Joy, examining her like the animal she was, the slab of meat I wanted to control in order to give her as much pleasure as I could. Before, I would never have allowed myself to look at anyone in that way, fearing I would begin to treat them like livestock.
The most powerful concept I had made, the one that has changed my life the most even to this day was simply: I can trust myself. I now could do anything I wanted without worrying that I was going down the wrong path. Paths didn't matter to me. It was so simple, so clear to me. If I didn't like where the one I was on was taking me, I'd either take a different one, or make my own. The world was out there for my taking, and I knew it was safe... from me.
I probed Joy's responses as I made changes to my fucking, noting how it affected her level of arousal and her wiggling. I long ago understood there were two different types of arousal. Mental and physical. They always worked together, but the physical kind usually brought on a physical reaction, and the mental kind an emotional reaction. But both can be achieved using physical or mental stimulus.
My own arousal I had under tight control, keeping me in the mood without allowing my orgasm to start. I no longer craved the release of my ejaculant. I lusted to make others cry with pleasure, beg for more, submit themselves to be mine, then reward them by letting them go. That was now my orgasm. Sperm has very little to do with it any more for me. The release of someone I had broken to my will was my own release. That's my greatest high.
As I found the best pattern for my body's muscle contractions to maximize the stimulation to her g-spot, I began slipping my arms underneath her. With each cycle of my muscles thrusting my penis's rim across her g-spot, Joy sucked in another quick gasp of air while my hands were nearing their final target. My body was a tool to achieve my goal. Its stimulation was of no concern. I had become my own master, but completely opposite to what my nightmare had envisioned.
Joy was nearly helpless, having appeared to submit herself to the stimulation I was providing. Her well trained muscles inside her love canal continued their attempts to give me the pleasure she was receiving herself, milking my pulsing meat and randomly spasming to appear as if she had lost control.
Joy was good. I found her mind analyzing my responses, adjusting her techniques, and generating the responses I was using to do the same to her. But she wasn't disattached from her own body like I was, so her mind was constantly having to give up its ground, allowing more and more of her true responses to show.
The moment my index finger penetrated her ass hole, her entire body went rigid as she had her first truly uncontrollable orgasm in her life. Her mouth opened in slow motion, producing its very first human moan as she completely let herself lose control.
I increased my speed once more, straining every muscle in my arm to pump my finger in concert with her jerky humping and my steady pounding. She was rocking her head back and forth, letting out moans of pure animal pleasure. The walls of her pussy spasmed in truly unpredictable ways, and finally her rose completely relaxed just before another uncontrollable orgasm began its quake.
The time had come for me to take her ass. I had calculated the exact movements needed, so I simply and easily shifted my dick from her sex hole to the entrance of her shit hole.
I extended my empathic connection to give her my love and my support as she cried from the pain of my tool sliding into her ass. But I felt no regret like I had in the past. This was just a part of life, and sometimes you have to go through pain to gain an even greater pleasure.
My shaft sank into her resisting rectum without slowing until it was fully inserted. Now I rested, forcing myself to not move for thirty seconds, then surging my dick with blood to force it to its greatest size. I was using my empathic power to its maximum ability in reassuring and calming Joy while the pain caused by my inflating cock washed through her.
Honey had returned as soon as she felt Joy's pain, and now was shaking all over uncontrollably as her sister continued her cries.
I allowed my dick to return to its normal size, then I patiently waited until Joy calmed herself and gave me permission to pull it back. She cried again, but when I pushed it back in, she was able to keep her mouth shut. I knew she was starting to feel the pleasure, and I only had to do it twice more before she relaxed.
I decided that keeping myself disattached from my own body's pleasure was the wrong path in this case, so I slowly allowed my mind to receive the signals my dick was transmitting.
And I was glad I did. Her ass was as sexually pleasurable as any other part of her body. Its tightness redefined my idea of a good fuck. Her self control still hadn't returned, so I soon was making her cry with pleasure, loving her desperate screams more than the feeling of her spasming ass around my dick.
When my right hand stimulated her clit directly, her eyes and mouth opened wide while she gave out a silent scream. Her body stiffened and jerked, stiffened and jerked, and finally triggered my own orgasm, of an intensity I had never felt before. The mental and physical stimulus had combined into a orgasmic explosion of nuclear proportions.
I woke up on the floor, having fallen backwards off the bed in my orgasmic release. I wasn't hurt from the fall, but man, did my dick and arm feel sore from the torture I had put them through. I got up off the floor and found the twins both asleep, one on the bed, the other on the floor where she had collapsed. To my amazement, I found that they both had wet themselves, the final defeat to their self control.
I gently placed Honey in my bed, then moved Joy next to her so she wasn't laying in the wet spot she had created. I studied the two women, seeing them for what they really were. My sisters, my lovers, my friends. Nothing would ever take that from me. Not even myself.