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Subject: {ASSM} Story: Love Conquers All
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Love Conquers All
Yellow Snow
 
 
 
Love Conquers All
 
 
 
                        When Allen Louder woke up, he was sure it was going to
be just another ordinary day. With the sun's warmth, and the sound of singing
birds drifting in through the open window, he began undressing to take his
morning shower so he could go to school. He was a good-looking young man. At
18 he stood an even 6 feet tall. He had blonde hair and light green eyes, and
a wide smile for everyone he met. He was popular with the guys because of his
friendly disposition, and was even more popular with girls because of his
rugged good looks.  It was his last year in high school and he always looked
forward to each day there. He was a good athlete as well as a good student. To
any outside observers, he appeared to be just a typical teenager.
 
 
 
                        The one secret Allen didn't show to the outside world
was a power he had discovered while very young. He could control minds. It
started when he was 5 or 6, but he didn't have full control of it until he had
reached his twelfth birthday. When he first started developing his abilities,
he would feel a tingle tugging at his mind, but as he became more accomplished
with it, the tingling seemed to disappear.
 
 
 
                        Allen quickly took his shower and headed downstairs
for breakfast. Walking into the kitchen, he kissed his mother's cheek as he
reached into the refrigerator and grabbed an orange. 

 
 
                        "I'll eat something at lunch mom," he told her as he
ran out the door. He quickly got in his gleaming red Mustang and started it
up. It never failed to thrill him when he heard the rumble of the powerful
engine as it came to life. He quickly sped to school to begin another day of
learning. When he reached the school, he parked as far away from the other
teens as possible. His parents had given the car to him for his eighteenth
birthday and he wasn't taking any chances of it getting hit.
 
 
 
                        He sprinted across the parking lot to reach the school
and hurried to his locker to get his books. After he had retrieved them, he
quickly entered the math classroom and sat in his normal seat. To his right
sat a girl named Tracey, whom he had known since junior high. She was normally
a happy girl, but when he glanced at her, he noticed she had been crying. She
was a pretty girl, tints of red in her medium length brown hair. She was only
5'2" but she had a well- proportioned body as far as he could see. She had a
small frame, which made her 34c breasts look even larger. Her ass was firm and
had driven most of the boys in school crazy in their desire to be close to
her. She was a goddess, but it appeared this goddess had been made unhappy.
Allen felt his heart go out to her as he wondered what could make her so
unhappy. When Tracey saw Allen looking at her, she gave a shy smile, then
quickly ducked her head as if she couldn't bear to look him in the eye.
 
 
 
                        When the bell rang, Allen quickly stood up and began
heading toward his next class, then paused as he waited for Tracey to pass by
him. He was about to ask her if something was wrong, but she quickly averted
her gaze and hurried to her next class. With a sigh, the boy headed to his own
class. As he took his seat, his mind thought back to Tracey's teary eyes and
wondered what could be so bad that would make her that upset. He was unable to
get her off his mind for any length of time, and when the final bell rang, he
quickly went searching for the distraught girl. As he stepped out the door, he
happened to see Tracey headed toward the bus. 

 
 
                        "Tracey, wait up for a second," he called to her as he
ran to catch up with her. 

 
 
                        "Hi Allen, I've got to hurry or I'll miss the bus,"
she told him when he got close to her.
 
 
 
                        "I was wondering if I could give you a ride home,"
Allen told her. The girl took a deep breath before she shook her head no.
 
 
 
                        "I can't," she told him as she began climbing on the
bus. "I'm going to go home with Lindsay, we're going to do our homework
together. Can we do it some other time maybe?
 
 
 
                        "Okay, sure. I'll see you tomorrow," he told her.
 
 
 
                        Allen slowly walked to his car, thinking about the
devastated look on Tracey's face as she climbed on the bus. He decided that he
would find out what was bothering her no matter what. As he opened the car's
door, he began thinking about trying to see if he could find it in her mind.
He didn't like doing that, but he felt that this was a special circumstance.
As Allen drove home, he still couldn't get the tear-stained face out of his
mind. As he walked into his house, he decided to get a snack. He walked into
the kitchen looking for something to eat, seeing nothing else, he reached into
the refrigerator for an apple. 

 
 
                        "Don't spoil your dinner dear," his mother told him as
he walked out of the kitchen. Allen walked up to his room and decided to lie
down for a quick nap, but every time he closed his eyes, the image of the
troubled girl quickly came to mind. Finally giving up on sleep, he quickly did
his homework and went down to dinner.
 
 
 
._.;8;._.
 
 
 
                        The next morning saw Allen quickly getting dressed and
rushing to school. He wanted to beat the buses there so he could greet Tracey
when she got off the bus. When she stepped off the bus, he walked determinedly
toward her. 

 
 
                        "Hi Tracey, can I walk you to class?" he asked as he
reached her.
 
 
 
                        "Okay, I guess there's nothing wrong with that," she
told him as she fell into step beside him. As they walked toward the school,
Allen quickly pulled her to him and began kissing her deeply. Using this
diversion, Allen quickly found the memories he was searching for. He quickly
released Tracey and stepped back, trying to keep his revulsion at what he saw
off his face. Allen quickly felt guilty as he realized he had just completed a
more minor version of the crime he had seen committed against her. Expecting
to see anger or fear in her eyes when he looked back at her face, he was
pleasantly surprised to find a smile playing with the corners of her pouting
lips. Seeing this, he quickly dipped his head down and gave her another quick
kiss before they got into their classroom. As soon as Tracey and Allen reached
their seats, the bell rang, ending any thoughts of talking about what had just
taken place.
 
 
 
                        Allen was unable to see Tracey anymore until after
school turned out, when the last bell rang, he hurried to try to catch her
getting on the bus, but there was no sign of her anywhere. Dejected, he walked
to his car. Looking up, he saw Tracey standing there with a big smile on her
face.
 
 
 
                        "Can I cash in my rain check now?" she asked him.
 
 
 
                        "Sure. I was going to try to catch you at your bus
before you got on," he told her. Allen quickly ran to the other side to open
the passenger door, and then closed it as she settled into the seat. Driving
out of the parking lot, he asked for directions to her house, and after she
had given them, he proceeded to drive her home. When they reached her house,
Allen quickly got out and ran around the car to open her door. Taking her
hand, he walked her to her door and gave her a gentle kiss. As Allen was about
to leave, he heard Tracey's voice calling him back.
 
 
 
                        "Er..uh ..Allen, would you like to come in for some
lemonade? I think we still have some," she said, inviting him into her house.
 
 
 
                        "Okay, I' like that. Where are your parents?" he asked
as he followed her into the house.
 
 
 
                        "They're in town, they won't be back till later, but
it's okay for you to be here," she told him.
 
 
 
                        Allen followed her into the kitchen, watching as she
bent over to retrieve the pitcher of lemonade from the refrigerator. When she
turned around he smiled at her, watching her move about the kitchen, graceful
in her movements. When she had taken the glasses out of the cupboard, she
quickly filled them. She placed the pitcher back into the refrigerator. As she
headed to the living room, Allen followed closely behind her, appreciating the
beauty of her gently swaying hips. Allen waited until Tracey had seated
herself on the couch, then sat down beside her, enjoying the company of the
beautiful girl as they sipped their lemonade. As they sat there, Allen placed
his arm across Tracey's shoulders, gently pulling her to him, enjoying the
feel of her body against his. He looked deeply into her lovely blue eyes and
tenderly kissed her cheek. As he began to draw back, she turned to him then
reached up and pulled his head back down to her. Allen gently kissed her
pouting lips, relishing the feel of her soft mouth. Feeling uncomfortable
holding the glass in his hand, Allen placed his glass on the coaster that
Tracey had put on the coffee table, with the girl quickly following suit.     
        

 
 
                        "That was getting cold," he told her as he bent down
to reclaim her lips. When he kissed her this time, he felt her lips part,
giving him access to taste her mouth. He could taste the very essence of her
as their tongues dueled in the age-old dance of lovers. As the kiss deepened
Allen began caressing her back, gently rubbing his hands up and down her
spine. With a low moan, Tracey gently took one of his hands and placed it on
her breast. It felt firm but yielding beneath his palm. As he began gently
rubbing her nipple with his thumb he could feel it growing erect. Allen slowly
removed her blouse, watching for any signs of reluctance on her part, seeing
none, he pushed it off her shoulders and arms.
 
 
 
                        *I can't believe Allen is finally kissing me* she
thought as she began removing his shirt. When she had pushed it off his
shoulders, she quickly unfastened her bra so she could feel his broad chest
against her sensitive breasts. As Allen began kissing her neck, she could feel
his strong hands caressing her back gently. Tracey shuddered with delight as
he began kissing her nipples, laving her nipples with his tongue. When Allen
softly sucked one of her erect nipples into his mouth, she gave a low groan
deep in her throat and pulled his head tight to her. She could feel the heat
rising in her loins, beckoning her lover to take her as quickly as possible.
She quickly stood and removed her pants and panties, standing before Allen in
all of her nude glory. When Allen quickly stood up from the couch, she laid
down, holding her arms out to receive the boy. Allen quickly undressed and
laid himself beside her, pulling the beautiful girl tightly to him as he began
kissing her again, lightly caressing her ass as he felt himself getting even
harder. 

 
 
                        Tracey closed her eyes in pleasure as Allen continued
kissing his way down, but when she closed her eyes, she began reliving the
nightmare that had happened to her two nights before. 

 
 
                        Tracey began moaning "No, no, please stop, don't do
this." Tracey began crying hysterically, her sobs wracking her body. Instead
of leaving her though, Allen quickly drew her up, holding her against him and
caressing her hair. 

 
 
                        "It's okay, I won't do anything you don't want me to,"
he told her as he let her cry in his arms. He held her there, letting her
release all the emotions she had been bottling up for the past two days. As
they stood there, he cradled her in his arms, rocking her gently, until her
crying started to taper off. When Allen could see her settling down, he kissed
the top of her head, then sat back down, drawing her down to sit beside him. 

 
 
                        When Tracey felt the gentleness of his touch as he
caressed her hair, she was finally able to look into his eyes. She could see
the caring and compassion in them, making her feel safe again.
 
 
 
                        "Are you okay?" he asked as he gazed into her face.
"I'm here for you, you can tell me anything."
 
 
 
                        "I can't tell you this, you'll think I'm awful," she
replied as she leaned into him.
 
 
 
                        "There is nothing you could tell me that would make me
think you are awful, " he told her as he softly kissed her lips. His caring
and concern for her relaxed Tracey even more, letting her know instinctively
that he wouldn't judge her.
 
 
 
                        "A couple of nights ago, I had sex with four guys,"
she whispered as she prepared herself for his withdrawal from her. But instead
of withdrawal, she was surprised when he pulled her closer to him. As Allen
held the girl close to him, he made a quick decision that would change both of
their lives forever. He knew once he told her, he could never go back, but he
had been drawn to Tracey for years.
 
 
 
                        "That wasn't sex, that was rape," he told her as he
looked into her face to see what reaction she would have. Tracey began to push
away from him, trying to put some distance between them. She moved to the end
of the couch away from him, but looked quizzically into his face.
 
 
 
                        "How would you know that?" she asked him. "I didn't
tell anyone what happened, I was too ashamed to let anyone know."
 
 
 
                        "There is nothing to be ashamed of," he told her as he
searched her face for any fear she might have. " I have an ability to look
into people's minds and I knew what happened to you. I'm really sorry, I
didn't come out here to make love with you, but I admit that I have wanted you
to be my girlfriend for years. I wanted to give you the chance to talk to me
if you were wanting to, but to be honest I didn't know how to bring up the
subject."
 
 
 
                        Allen expected her to scream, run, or even yell at him
to get out, but there was no way he expected the reaction he got.
 
 
 
                        "You don't think I'm a slut? You really wanted me to
be your girlfriend?" she asked him as she gazed wonderingly at him.
 
 
 
                        "Of course I don't think you're a slut. There were
four of them, and only one of you. I'm just glad you are still alive. Assholes
like that sometimes kill their victims. There was nothing you could do," he
told her.
 
 
 
                        "You really mean that, don't you?" she asked him.
Tracey was confused. Allen knew what she had done, and not only did he think
she wasn't a slut; he still wanted her to be his girlfriend. She scooted
closer to him, wanting to look into his eyes. She had to make sure he meant
what he was telling her. When she saw that he was indeed telling her the
truth, she could feel the relief and joy spread throughout her body. Her body
became limp as she began crying again, softly this time. Allen quickly
gathered her into his arms and caressed her softly, wondering what he had done
to hurt her this time. But when she lifted her face to look at him, he could
see it wasn't sadness that was causing her to cry this time. She was smiling.
It was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen. Without thinking, he brushed
his lips over hers, letting her know he cared a great deal for her. When she
saw the love in his eyes, she pushed him down onto the couch, and began
kissing him deeply, brushing her tongue against his lips. Allen quickly opened
his lips to give her full access, wanting her to lead the way. As he felt her
body pressing against him, he could feel his cock begin to thicken again. He
began to softly stroke her sides and back, feeling the tension draining out of
her. Tracey loved the tender caresses, the feel of his hands on her. She could
see the caring in them, unlike what she had felt two nights previously. No,
she would not think about that. She would let this gentle boy's lovemaking
remove all traces of the cruelty that had been inflicted upon her.
 
 
 
                        Tracey got off of the couch and stood up, taking
Allen's hand in hers, wordlessly asking him to follow her. When he was
standing beside her, she led him into her bedroom. She quickly got onto the
bed and reached out for him. Allen quickly followed her onto the bed and took
her into his arms, but instead of taking her right away, he decided to make
this as good for her as possible. Allen began kissing her, trailing kisses
down her neck and over her chest, until he reached her perky breasts. He began
licking and sucking on her nipples, feeling them becoming erect under his
talented tongue. When the girl began writhing under him, he began trailing
kisses even further down, rimming her belly button with his tongue as he
continued toward his goal. When he reached her pussy, he was able to smell the
erotic scent coming from her hot cunt. 

 
 
                        As Tracey began pushing his head down to her engorged
clit, Jeff told her "Easy sweetheart, I want this to be good for you. We don't
have to  rush."
 
 
 
                        Allen shifted himself around so that he was gazing
into Tracey's most intimate spot, seeing her swollen lips and clit, gleaming
from her juices. He eased forward and began licking all around her little
nubbin, not quite touching it, trying to get her even more excited. As he
watched her begin undulating her hips, he finally began licking the sides of
her clit. As soon as Allen's tongue touched her enlarged button, the girl
began writhing, pulling his head to her steaming slit. A groan began deep in
her throat, and became almost a scream by the time it reached her lips. Her
hips began bucking as her orgasm washed over her. When she finally came down
to earth, she quickly pulled Allen on top of her, guiding his steel-hard cock
into her. Allen slowly entered her, wanting to show her all the gentleness he
could, but Tracey was having none of that. She grabbed his hips, and pulled
him closer, raising her hips to meet his thrust. The feelings washing over
Allen made him think he had found his home. Tracey couldn't believe how deeply
his rod had sunk into her depths. She felt full, and happy. She belonged to
him and would accept no other man's touch.
 
 
 
                        Allen slowly began stroking in and out of her hot
slit, enjoying the velvety feel of her. As they continued with their leisurely
lovemaking, they began kissing each other tenderly, showing their love for
each other in their gentle touches and kisses. Tracey could feel Allen's
pelvis caressing her clit as he stroked in and out of her, sending her toward
an even higher plateau than she had ever been on before. As the feelings
became even more intense, she began pushing up at her tender lover harder,
willing him to go faster and harder. When Allen felt her pussy begin to get
even wetter, he began giving her longer and faster strokes, trying to help her
reach her peak. When Allen felt her begin to undulate even harder, he began to
stroke hard and fast, bumping her clit with each stroke. Tracey began to
convulse beneath him, her cunt spasming. As soon as Allen felt her spasming
around his cock, he couldn't hold back anymore. He could feel his seed jetting
out of his dick, spilling his seed deep inside her. Tracey had started her own
orgasm, but when she felt Allen's rod begin shooting inside her, it drove her
even higher, the pleasure so intense that she passed out beneath him.
 
 
 
                        When Allen saw her pass out, he quickly pulled out of
her and ran to the bathroom, looking for a washcloth. When he found one, he
got it wet and took it back to the bedroom. He began wiping her face in an
attempt to revive the unconscious girl. When he saw her begin to come around,
he began wiping all traces of their lovemaking from her swollen pussy, showing
the love he felt for Tracey in every swipe of the cloth.
 
 
 
                        "Tracey, are you okay?" the boy asked her as he saw
her eyes flutter open. 

 
 
                        "Oh, my GOD! That was so intense, thank you Allen, I
never knew it could be that way," she answered. Allen quickly lay down beside
the beautiful girl and began kissing her tenderly, all the love he had for her
in each kiss. 

 
 
                        "That's what it's supposed to be like if you care for
someone," he told her as he cradled her in his arms. Allen tenderly kissed
each of her eyelids, showing her with his actions the truth behind his
statement. After Allen had cleaned them both up, he went back to retrieve
their clothes, bringing them back to the bedroom so Tracey could dress, too.
When they had both gotten dressed they went back out to the living room, and
sat holding each other contentedly.
 
 
 
                        "I want to ask you something. The first time I scanned
your memory, I wanted to make it a quick scan, but now I would like to see if
I can find out who the assholes were that abused you. Would you be hurt if I
looked into your mind again?" Allen asked her, his concern for her showing in
his eyes.
 
 
 
                        "Why would you want to...oh no, I don't want you to put
yourself in danger for me. Please promise me that you won't do anything that
could get you hurt," she pleaded as she saw his intentions written plainly
across his face.
 
 
 
                        "I can promise you that nothing will happen to me, but
I'm not going to let those assholes get away with hurting you. You mean a lot
to me," he told her as he placed a quick kiss on her pouting lips.
 
 
 
                        "You really mean that, don't you? I was hoping you
did, but you really do mean it," she asked him, in awe.
 
 
 
                        "I think I've been about half in love with you since
the first time I saw you in the eighth grade," he told her as he pulled her to
him, giving her another kiss. They continued sitting on the couch, holding
each other, the love they felt for each other warming them deep inside. 

 
 
                        "I just don't want you hurt. I think I've loved you
for as long as I've known you. You've always treated me special, which was why
I couldn't bear to let you take me home yesterday. You can look in my mind,
but only if you promise not to get hurt," she told him.
 
 
 
                        "Okay, I can promise you that I won't get hurt, but I
won't say that about them," he told her. Allen held her close as he began
probing her mind, looking for any clues that could tell him who they were.
When he saw her struggles against her attackers in her memory, he caught a
brief glimpse of the leader when the mask he was wearing had been temporarily
displaced by Tracey's struggles. He recognized him as one of the Carlson
brothers. They were the worst bullies in town, always pushing around someone
smaller than them. Allen had always avoided them, but he wouldn't anymore.
 
 
 
._.;8;._.
 
 
 
                        When Allen got home, he quickly began to plan his
course of action. He wanted to be able to get them all in the same place so he
could take care of them at the same time. He knew that when you found one
Carlson brother, the other three were somewhere around. He also knew that he
didn't want to kill them, although if anyone deserved it, they did. His plan
would involve pain and humiliation comparable to what Tracey had suffered at
their hands. Allen had a pretty good idea of how to accomplish this, but he
also wanted to allow Tracey a chance to get even as well. As soon as he had
decided what he was going to do to the assholes that had hurt the girl he
loved, he made it a point to call Tracey to tell her his plan. Allen quickly
dialed her number, and when her dad answered he asked to speak to Tracey.
 
 
 
                        "Tracey, Allen is on the phone for you," Allen heard
her dad say.
 
 
 
                        "Hello?" she said when she picked up the phone. Allen
quickly outlined his plan to her, and waited for her reaction. He wasn't
disappointed when she told him she would love helping out with that plan. They
talked for a few more minutes, and then when it came time to hang up, Allen
told her he would like to give her a ride to school the next day.
 
 
 
                        "Daddy, would it be okay if Allen gave me a ride to
school in the morning?" he heard her ask her dad. When she told him her dad
had said it was okay, Allen's smile spread from ear to ear.
 
 
 
                        "I love you Tracey," he told her.
 
 
 
                        "I love you too Allen, and...thanks," she said before
she hung up with a soft click.
 
 
 
                        Allen was so excited he tossed and turned all night
after he went to bed, but when his alarm went off the next morning, he was
fully alert. Showering and dressing quickly, he raced downstairs and kissed
his mom before he shot out the door. He quickly got in his car and sped off to
Tracey's house. When he arrived at her house, she came running out to greet
him, almost knocking him over in her exuberance when she reached him. After
Allen had helped Tracey get in, he quickly got in the other side and began to
pull away. As he did so, he noticed Tracey's dad smiling and waving at them as
they took off.
 
 
 
                        When they were out of sight of the house, Allen
quickly headed toward the Carlson brothers' house, cutting the engine off
about a half mile from the house. They quickly began walking toward the house,
finding a good place that would keep them out of sight. They wanted to have
all four brothers together before they sprang their trap. Allen crept toward
the house to see who was in the house, while Tracey waited in their hiding
spot. When he got up to the window, Allen noticed that there was still a
brother missing. He quickly glanced back at Tracey, making sure she was still
safe, before he turned his attention back to the window. When he saw the last
brother coming in from the back room, he quickly motioned for Tracey to join
him. As soon as the last brother sat down at the kitchen table, Allen put his
plan in motion. After he probed their minds to make sure they weren't
expecting any company, he quickly placed a command in their heads to paralyze
them all. After he was sure they weren't going to be leaving their chairs,
Allen went back to his car and retrieved the rope and other tools he had
brought specifically for his plans. He ran back to the house, and upon
entering, he could see the anger in their eyes, but they were powerless to do
anything to stop him from tying them all up.  When he had them tied securely,
he removed the commands he had placed on them. 

 
 
                        "Tracey, come on in here. These assholes aren't going
to do anything now," he called to her. Upon hearing the boy's words, each of
the brothers began to get an angry look on their face, but when they saw
Tracey come in carrying what looked like a sawed off broom handle, fear
replaced the anger. It was only two feet long, and Tracey could easily swing
it. The girl quickly walked up to the closest of the brothers and took a
wicked swing with the blunt instrument. When the broom handle connected with
the asshole's mouth a spurt of blood along with several teeth came flying out
of his ugly mouth. Continuing down the line, she hit each of them with the
same devastating force the first brother experienced. The only sounds audible
in the small house were the sounds of the sobbing brothers, gasping to catch
their breath, made more difficult by the blood running down their throats from
the attack by the enraged girl. When she had completed her attacks on the scum
that had abused her so shamelessly only a few nights before, Allen then tipped
over each chair, giving Tracey one last shot at each of the brothers. The girl
walked around the table, giving each brother one well-placed stomp in the
nuts. When she had completed her rounds, she walked over to Allen and kissed
him deeply; thanking him wordlessly for allowing her to repay the brothers for
all the cruelties they had shown her.
 
 
 
                        "Thank you Allen, I didn't think I would ever get the
chance to pay them back for all the humiliation they made me go through," she
told him as she walked out the door, leaving Allen his chance to get some
retribution as well. After his girlfriend closed the door, Allen decided to
make sure these animals would suffer the same degradation that Tracey had
suffered at their hands. He quickly placed a command in each of their heads
that would keep them from ever trying to hurt anyone other than themselves
again. When he had completed that, he placed a command where the other three
brothers would rape each of them in the ass, one victim per night. They would
know what was going on, but they would be unable to stop themselves. Satisfied
with his handy work, Allen quickly untied the brothers and left through the
door. When he heard the blood-curdling scream coming from the cabin, he knew
the first victim was getting his just rewards. 

 
 
                        When he reached the car, Tracey slowly walked to him,
and pulled his head down so she could kiss him. She wanted to show her love
and gratitude to him, and she put her very soul into the kiss.
 
 
 
                        "What was that sound?" she asked when they both came
up for air.
 
 
 
                        "It was the first of the brothers realizing the error
of his ways," he told her as he opened her car door for her. After he had
helped her into the car, he quickly ran around to the other side and got in
behind the steering wheel. They drove away, not even bothering to glance back
at the house as they headed for a quiet place to spend the rest of the day
together.

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