My name is Jack Smith, and I've been told all my life that I'm gifted. It started out in first grade when they told me that I was going to be in accelerated classes. In Middle School they skipped me a grade, and in High School they put me in advanced courses. I never truly believed that I was out of the ordinary until the first day of my Junior year.
I got a real bitch for a Physics teacher. She was fucking hot, but whenever I'd ask a question she'd yell at me for interrupting. By the end of the period I was so pissed off I began to imagine bad things happening to her. First I thought what if the blackboard fell on her, and then I thought what if she had an orgasm right in class. To my incredible surprise, as she was letting us go, there was a snapping sound and the chalkboard fell off of it's holdings and onto my teacher. This had to be a coincidence, I told myself shakily, it had to be. She began to get up, but her knees kept shaking. I hurried out of the room with her cries of pleasure resounding in my ears.
My next class was pool. While we were warming up I noticed the stereotypical class goddess walk in, shaking her tight ass behind her. I decided this was a perfect opportunity to test my abilities. First I implanted in her mind that she sit with all of the scrawny nerds, and I made her think she was one of them. She obeyed me splendidly, and I really thought I was on to something. What if I was telekinetic? I threw all of my concentration into making her believe that there was a vibrator in her hot little cunt. Sure enough, she began to squirm on the bench. By now the instructor had told us to get into the pool, and I knew I could have some fun here. I told the girl to believe that I was the man of her dreams.
She immediately swam over to me and flirtatiously said "Hello, I'm Jessica, I've seen you around. What's your name?"
I turned up the speed of the imaginary vibrator. "Jack," I said innocently, "you okay there? You're squirming an awful lot."
She nodded at me, "Fine, just a little hyper."
I nodded nicely and implanted another vibrator in her tight little ass, and made them both go at incredible speeds. She was really close to creaming the pool now.
"You sure you're all right? You're moving around quite a bit." I smiled sweetly again, god this was entertaining.
"Just fine," she managed to get out between moans.
I reached deeply into her mind and turned a few pleasure switches. She screamed in orgasm as she came all over herself.
The entire class saw and immediately dashed to the edges of the pool, scrambling to get out. I played along, keeping the imaginary vibrators inside her, and forcing them to the highest speed I could manage. She continued to thrash around, blonde hair swinging from side to side, and her small breasts jiggling about.
Now I'm not a cruel guy, but she did have quite an ego on her. I erased this experience in everyone's mind but hers, and I made sure that she would never be able to have another orgasm unless it was induced by someone quite low on the social standing. What can I say, I'm a charitable guy. All of those computer nerds need to get laid some time or another.
After that day, my powers continued to expand. I eventually became able to manipulate every thought, feeling, and sense of up to 50 people at once. My school soon became quite strange, with all of the football players being picked on by the chess club. I, of course, always had the hottest girlfriend, while making sure that anyone that got stuck up quickly has a public embarrassment.
Graduation day was also quite fun. The valedictorian, a very beautiful red-head name Ganine, decided that instead of her speech, she'd strip. Out of nowhere the band began to play a fast tune, and our Principle, Mr. Roetke, got up on the Dais and fucked that student until she passed out. I smiled again, removing this experience from everyone's mind but Mr. Roetke's and Ganine's. I also implanted a standing command in Ganine's brain that she only wanted to fuck men over fifty. Hey, senior citizens need chicks around too.
I decided to get a college degree, but not actually to go. Robert, the man in charge of the record office at Cambridge, entered my name and gave me a doctorate in Film. By know I realized my true calling, fuck celebrities till I couldn't fuck no more.
Now I live in Vermont, and to get access to all the starlets, I had to get to Hollywood. The longest I'd gone for quite a long time without a fuck was 10 hours, so I knew I had to find alternate transportation. I implanted an idea in Hugh Hefner to have models from the east coast go by bus to California, and take photo shoots along the way. With a little nudge, I received a call to document this. I accepted of course, and within a week I was on a bus stocked full of playboy models. I immediately ripped all the knowledge necessary for driving a bus from the driver's mind, and implanted it in one of the less attractive models. I then went to a body shop, and had all the windows tinted. The only person I couldn't get rid of was a 30 year old fat bitch that was coordinating the whole trip.
This would truly be a test for my expanding powers. Could I alter the human body as well as the mind. I told her to come sit next to me, and of course she obeyed. I rested my hand lightly on her face, and entered her mind fully. Hmm... a lifetime of being rejected by men, sexual abuse when younger, damn she was a mess. I searched for her metabolism controls... Aha! there they were, I flipped a few switches and kicked her fat burning into super high gear. Lets see about aging... there were the hormones... I focused my entire power on the chemicals that cause aging, reforming them molecule by molecule. When I came out of my trance four hours later I had been successful. In front of me sat a 110 pound, 5'7, girl of 15 years. I stimulated estrogen levels and gave her a nice set of 36D's, and I restructured her bone structure to become.... hmm.... Cindy Crawford at 15 sounded quite good. Deciding not totally screw this girl up, I erased all the affects of her abuse, and aged her to 18 so at least she'd be an adult.
Having quite a headache from my exertions, the only remaining act I could muster the strength for was ordering all of the girls to buy several bottles of oil and 2 dildos a piece. After this last order, I could take no more and passed out.
When I awoke, all of the models seemed very concerned. I smiled at them, and issued another general command. All of them looked at themselves with a look of shock on their face. Each one tore off all of their clothing, tossing it to the ground and looking disgusted. They then inserted the dildos into their vaginas and assholes, and covered themselves in oil. I had an erection that needed attention. It was time to live out a great fantasy of mine.
I first ordered a Latino named Tamara to remove the dildo from her vagina and sit on my face. I then mentally commanded Carmen (yes Carmen Electra) who had agreed to do another playboy layout, to remove my pants, and sit on big dick. I ordered two slutty models with big cunts to each work one of my feet into their hot steaming cunts. The last two girls, both of them quite buxom lasses, lay opposing sides of me and I felt their breasts. Every possible sexual area of my body was engaged in sex with some of the hottest women in the country. Carmen bounced up and down, her hot pussy gripping my cock like a vice.
I fucked all of those girls for nearly an hour, before I came into Carmen. I repressed any orgasm on their part, as I didn't want to get soaked. After I was finished with them, I implanted in their minds that the experience had been the best time of their life, and that they could never have anything, or anyone better. Smiling at this I fell into a deep, restful sleep.
The rest of the trip was a blur of oiled up beauties and hard-core photo shoots. I lost track of how many times I fucked those women, but my first mass control experience certainly was a pleasant one.
When I arrived in Hollywood, the models went their separate ways, except for Carmen. Ms. Electra I ordered to stay with me, and she did so gladly. She bought a nice leather miniskirt, with a garter belt and a pair of stockings. She then bought a bakini top that was at least two sizes too small for her, and she was set. She followed me around on my arm as I bought myself several Armani suits (out of her money of course), and all of the expensive clothes I would need in my stay.
As we walked around shopping, my hand underneath her skirt massaging her tight little ass, I noticed my power begin to grow. I absentmindedly probed everyone as we walked by, but this did nothing to draw from my concentration. I also learned how to implant a permanent command in a mind without having to exert any further effort onto the person. This helped out immediately, as the models and the girl from the pool were beginning to give me constant headaches. I then began to test my limits. On the crowded streets, I listened to 50 minds, then 60, then 70, until I had worked myself up to having full control over 6000 people at one time. I was beginning to feel the strain so I let go. Well then, 6000 people at once. I then began to see how quickly I could implant a command. After a little practice, I learned to do it in about 1/20th of a second. Wow, I could issue commands to over 432 million people in less than an hour. This was indeed intriguing.
Anyway, Carmen was beginning to beg sex from me, and who the hell am I to turn her down? I unzipped the skirt and undid the top mentally. I then pulled her creamy body and pressed my lips onto hers. I kissed her brutally, and threw her down onto the pavement. I flipped a few pleasure switched and she was having orgasms before I even got on top of her. I tightened her pussy a bit, and slid my cock in. I was hurting her, it was obvious, but with a few more switches she didn't give a rats ass. She was lubing quite well as I rammed my dick in time and again. I sucked on her tits and played with the nipples with my tongue. People walking by took notice I made sure of that, but whatever they were doing seemed urgent so that no crowd would form. All reporters that were on their way couldn't find the street, and all the while I fucked beautiful Carmen.
She was bleeding a tad from her back as she scraped against the pavement, but with a few commands, she was an insatiable masochist. She had about 12 orgasms as I fucked her in public. Her brown hair thrashing from side to side in pure, unbridled ecstasy. I was about to cum, so I flipped one final switch, deep in her psyche, and she had a screaming, mad orgasm. With that last incentive I exploded into her, sending her into another fit. I prolonged her pleasure here, letting her enjoy herself for damn near ten minutes as I picked up my things and left. I removed the mental blocks from the reporters and smiled to myself, how would she recover her image from this one?
Well, time to find myself a place to stay. A hotel would be too public, and I didn't have any money at the moment. That could easily be remedied, but I didn't feel like going through the trouble of buying a home. As I walked, I saw what appeared to be a large house in the distance. I stopped a limo that passed by, kicked David Letterman out, and had the driver go toward it.
It was a gigantic mansion, belonging to some rich guy that you never hear about. Good, he was home. I entered his mind, and had him transfer all of his money and assets to me immediately. When this was completed, he exited the house and singed the deed over to me, along with all of the furniture. Not being completely malevolent, I withdrew $100,000 for him to get started in his new life as a, hmm, a butler. Wow, my new house was quite the mansion. A gigantic, five story building towered over a yard of at least three acres. The house itself was built in the Victorian stile, with several wings that appeared to be add-ons. While I was touring, I found I huge basement, fully furnished, with hardwood floors and polished stone walls. This would be perfect. I reached out and had a contracting firm and they immediately sent a crew to soundproof the basement. I then set up a meeting with some prominent producers for the next day, and lay down to sleep on my new King size bed.
I awoke about noon the next day, showered, shaved, and put on one of the suits I had gotten with Carmen. I went downstairs, and saw some very tired looking construction workers who had just finished an all-nighter soundproofing my basement. I ordered them to believe they'd been paid, and they left thanking me for the generous tip they thought I'd given them. I then reached out and ordered an interior decorator to refurbish my home, and I transmitted all of my tastes to her. Of course, she got right on it. I then reached out to the mind of good old Bill Gates, and had him transfer 2 billion to my bank account, as well as have his designers make a program in which I could store data and have it read aloud to me in a sultry female voice. I then reached some high-rankers in Gateway computers and had them install a super-computer in my home as well as convert a wall in to a monitor.
I then walked out of my home to the street, and saw a limo pass by. The driver stopped, with a little mental push, and I hauled my good friend David Letterman out and got in myself. The limo took me to my meeting, and I mentally forced them to agree to a movie about 2 women that go around town convincing other women to get breast implants. I reached into the minds of Jennifer Love Hewitt and Denise Richards for the part. They were both on set for movies at the moment, but with a little nudge both of those projects were scrapped. They would arrive in two days, plenty of time. The producers gave me 200 million to spend in production costs, and agreed that I should co-direct the flick with Stephen Spielberg. I got a nice office, and a very attractive brunette secretary named Linda Tyler.
"Linda, come in here a moment, won't you?" I said through the intercom. Sure enough, she rushed right in. She was quite stunning in black slacks with a matching blazer. A jade silken V-neck cut low enough to just give you a peak at the cleavage was worn under. Long light brown hair cascaded in waves down to the middle of her back, she was quite stunning.
"Yes Sir, what can I do for you?" Her soft voice almost invited flirtation.
"Well Ms. Tyler, I hear quite good things about you." I smiled quite innocently at her. Mentally I began to wet her pussy, and give her some aroused thoughts.
"Thank you sir, I do my best." She smiled back, a little flicker in her eye told of the effects of my mental work. I then slowly messaged her clit with my mind, and let her feel a bit of suction on her nipples.
"How fast do you type? I may send out several memo's during my time here."
"80 words a min- minute," She was really feeling horny now. I entered her mind a bit. Wow, a virgin, she wanted to be married first. Never had it in her ass or mouth before either, she was really a nice girl. I probed a bit deeper and found a picture of her dream man, a Brad Pitt like guy. I switched that guy around to look just like me. Attitude, body, mind, everything.
"Quite adequate, are you all right?" She was really squirming. I also felt her darting for possible excuses to leave, I suppressed each one before it rose to prominence in her mind.
"Sir, would you like to get a cup of coffee? I have some great stuff at my place." Wow, she really wanted me, but I wasn't gonna let her have it that easily, she had to suffer a bit.
"I don't think that would be prudent Ms. Tyler, but thank you for the offer." I made her feel as if a vibrator has just been inserted into her cunt, and was going full blast. I again suppressed any idea that would involve leaving.
"Are you," she began to walk flirtatiously towards my desk, her ass swinging from side to side, "very sure?"
"I do my fucking on the desk!" I screamed at her, roughly brushing everything off of it. I implanted a fantasy of being fucked on a desk into her mind.
"Thank you sir!" She tore her clothes off, revealing panties that had nearly been soaked through with her juices. She then assisted me in removing my suit, silk boxers and all.
I pulled her to me, shoving my tongue in her mouth, kissing her hard and deeply, and making sure she loved every second of it. I then felt her small breasts, and frowned to her with a look of dismay.
"These are you tits?" I looked at her with a hurt puppy expression.
"Yesss, sir, they're what god gave me, but please Sir, fuck me anyway." She looked at me hopefully.
"But Linda, they're so small! What size bra do you wear?" The hurt puppy look increased, as did her pleasure with a little mental nudge.
"A 36B Sir," There it was, she was ashamed of herself, a trait that I almost always force on my women.
"I'm sorry Linda, I'm afraid I cant do anything for you. You seem to be an excellent secretary, but as long as those remain, I cant do anything for you." I turned away in feined disgust. I flipped one final mental switch, and she fell to the ground in an orgasm, while sobbing from her smallness, which was totally controlled by me. I new at that moment than in a few weeks my secretary would be big and busty, and fresh from the surgeon.
She stood up, still crying, and dressed herself. As she left I took away all pleasure from her, to make sure that she associated that feeling with my office. Ahh, Hollywood would be fun.
I left the office that day picturing my beautiful secretary with nice big tits. Ahh, what a nice thought to contemplate. I mentally stopped another limo, kicked good old Dave out, and rode home. The driver turned to smile at me, thanking me for the generous tip I hadn't given her, and I realized she was quite a beautiful woman. Long auburn hair flowed down the middle of her back, and her dark eyes offset it nicely. She had a bit of a sparkle in her eye which suggested my appraisal of her had been noticed. A light smile seemed to say 'I don't think so hon', but Au Contraire my sweet, if you only knew.
As had become custom to me, I delved a bit into her mind. She hadn't had too much sexual experience, but when she had intercourse it was an electric type that blew the minds of the male participants. I could tell that she would be a very nice ride. I suggested to her that she come and sit in the back, and of course she obeyed. As she slipped in, I noticed that she was wearing leather pants along with the customary blazer, I may enjoy her. I implanted in her a need to have me, and soon she was unbuttoning my shirt. I slowly ran my hand over her leather-encased thigh, and put my mouth on hers, gently sliding my tongue in. She managed to remove my clothes, and she started on hers. I prefer women to do it themselves, it gives me a sense that they genuinely want this, but deep down I know it's no better than rape. What the hell do I care? I have this power and I'm going to use it.
She removed her shirt, displaying a nicely formed pair of C cups. I immediately got my tongue on the nipple, licking and playing to my heart's content. She unzipped her pants and struggled to get them off, eventually managing in an impressive feat of agility. I was growing tired of her breasts by the time she got the pants off, and I immediately lined up my dick with her pussy and rammed my way in. It was if an electrical surge had gone through me. Her vagina was so tight and wet around my prick, and I knew that this connection was on a deeper level as well. Not deeper as in relationship (I was done with those), but I knew that this woman would be one of the best fucks I'd have. I pulled out slowly, my penis glistening with her juices, and I rammed back in. I entered her mind to see if she felt the electricity about us as well, she did. I pulled in and out, ramming her harder and harder. I entered no commands to her during this fuck-session. I wanted to know if she liked it as much as I. She had an orgasm the first time about five minutes after initial penetration, and about every five minutes after as well. I came around the 35 minute mark, sending her into a hair-thrashing event.
As I pulled out, spent for the night, she pulled me in for another deep kiss. I returned it, and decided she should be my permanent driver. "What's your name anyway dear?" I asked as I broke our kiss.
"Jane sir," I hadn't implanted the thought to call me sir. Interesting.
"Pick me up tomorrow at 10?" I reinforced this request in her mind.
"Sure master," I did implant that one. I also added in her mind not to sleep with anyone but me until I was finished with her for good. I don't like damaged goods. I reached out again and tightened her ass just a bit more, and tripled the sensitivity of her breasts. This took them to the point of her gasping in pleasure from wearing a wool sweater, but I don't give a shit.
Jane drove off, and I in turn entered my home. The decorator had done good work. The staircase had been carpeted, but it now showed to be marble with oaken spindles. The banister was a polished onyx. The floor was flawless hardwood, well-crafted furniture throughout the home. The computer system had been miraculously installed, and a quick tour of the basement showed it had also been well-furnished. (more about that in a later chapter). I turned on the computer, and an incredibly sexy female voice greeted me. It explained how to enter data, and so on and so forth. I typed up quick profiles on Jane and Linda, and went upstairs to catch a little shuteye.
I awoke the next morning, took a quick showed and got outside just in time to get outside for Jane. She got out of the car to great me, and boy was she a sight. She was wearing incredibly short shorts that left part of each ass cheek hanging out, and a silk shirt that accentuated her breasts. I reinforced her attraction to me, and added a clause for her to tell me anything interesting about her. I'm not gonna bore you with all of the things I did with her mind, but basically she thought I was a sex god, and she would feel no attraction for any other man. She also became totally shameless around me.
She ran up to me, jumping on and nearly tackling me. She kissed me deeply, and I decided to test my little change to her anatomy. I caressed her breasts ever so lightly, and she actually had an orgasm from that. I continued, sliding my hands under her shirt, and she began screaming from the overload of pleasure that this brought her. We were on the ground by now, necking as I pleasured her incredibly. Her pants were soaking now, her juices running down her thighs. I took my cock out slowly, and as she threw her head back from another orgasm, I thrust it into her mouth, making sure she found it impossible to bite down. I altered her a bit to find it the most tasty thing that has ever been in her mouth, and she sucked eagerly. Her tongue flicked over my head now and again, adding to my pleasure. I looked her in the eye as my sperm became ready for release. I grabbed her head lightly, and pulled it down hard on my cock, slipping into her throat, it's tightness pushed me over the edge and I came directly into her stomach. As I pulled out after, she coughed up a bit, tasting my cum. I altered her again to believe it tasted even better then my dick. She looked up at me and begged for more. I refused and ordered her gruffly to get in the car. She hurriedly did.
The rest of the ride passed in silence, I wanted her to think I was disappointed in her blow job, although it was really quite impressive. Perhaps she would improve now, perhaps not. As we arrived at my building, I left without a word, although I did give a mental command for her to return at 5 o'clock.
As I entered my office, I noticed Linda sitting on my desk, in a short skirt and very low-cut blouse. She purred lightly as she walked up to me, swinging her ass from side to side. Attempting to kiss me, I dodged away, assuming the hurt puppy expression once again.
"I'm sorry Linda, but they're just too small," I looked disappointed and began working on a script.
"Oh sir, just take me, please. I don't believe in implants, women who get them are just sluts. I need you, you're all I can think about, please." She was begging desperately now.
"I'm very sorry, no." I shook my head as I continued on my script.
She ran out of my office sobbing. I couldn't help but let a smile play upon my lips. I had to get down to work now, because I had to prepare a script soon. Jennifer and Denise would be here for "Auditions" tomorrow. I'd also have to go to sleep early tonight, tomorrow would be rather tiring.
The rest of the day passed rather quickly, as I became more and more involved in developing this script. 5 p.m. came and went, as did 6,7, and 8. I looked up about 9 and rushed downstairs. There was Jane, pissed but still very hot.
"Little late?" That tone was too bitchy for me.
"What the hell business is it of yours? Just for that, you aren't getting any!" I hate when women use that tone they of theirs, so I decided to pay her back. I tweaked some parts of her brain to produce an incredible state of arousal that could not be sated by any form of pleasuring other then that which I could give. I also gave her a powerful aversion to sex with other men so that she wouldn't get some disease in her mad craze.
"Take me the hell home bitch," I said coldly as she began to speed away.
Nothing much happened that night. I did go to sleep quite early, using a little self mind control to insure an undisturbed and restful slumber. I awoke the next morning and, after I got ready, I was greeted by a disheveled Jane outside my door. Her hair was a mess, and she wore no makeup.
"Please," she said to me, "Please fuck me. I need it." She tried most unsuccessfully to slip her hand under my pants.
"No, you angered me, now get me to work." A faint smile lingered at my lips as she broke into tears.
"I'll do anything, anything," There was a genuine pleading in her eyes, and for a moment, I almost felt sorry for her.
"In punishment for your bitchiness, you will live like that for one week. Afterwards, I'll consider fucking you again, but I'd be careful what you say around me." I knew that I was changing, but it felt good. I was beginning to gain pleasure from the suffering of others. Perhaps absolute power does corrupt absolutely. I'm enjoying myself, so why the fuck do I care. "all right Denise, you're taking me to work now. Maybe, MAYBE, if you pick me up and look REALLY hot, I'll fuck you. I'm not making any guarantees, but you might want to try it." She nodded enthusiastically, and took me to work very speedily. I knew she'd spend the entire day getting ready for picking me up, and I felt good that she was that dependent upon me for any and all types of happiness.
With those pleasant thoughts in my head, I went in my building and up to my office. I was greeted with Linda sitting on her desk, legs spread.
"Master, I'm gonna have to ask for some sick leave next week, I'm havin some surgery," she licked her lips as she said this to me.
"All right whore, but they'd better big pretty fuckin big." Inside I was just about to explode from happiness, outside I was playing the cruel master.
"Oh they will, they will. Denise Richards is in there to audition oh great one." She felt her small breasts, trying to entice me. I implanted some shame into her mind about how tiny they were. Nearly immediately, she ran from the room crying. I watched her go, watched her unconsciously swing her tight little ass as she went. Shaking such feelings from my mind, I entered my office door, and saw the vision of beauty, Denise Richards, sitting impatiently.
"Ah, Mr. Smith, I've been waiting." She was wearing a no-nonsense business suit, her silken light-brown hair flowing down her back. I also noticed she was wearing some type of constricting bra. Her normally large breasts seemed quite small in that suit.
"I apologize Ms. Richards. Now, if we could start the audition.... Why do you think you would be good for this part?" I had implanted in her a strong longing for this role, but had given her no reasons. Her response would be interesting.
"Well Mr. Smith...," she began.
"Call be Jack." I smiled politely.
"Very well. Jack, I feel that I would be perfect for this role because I was already thinking of getting implants." This was news to me. It also explained the sports bra. She wanted to look as small as possible so that it would seem right to give her implants. "Also, I played a rather bad girl in Wild Things , so it wouldn't be as if I was inexperienced for this type of role." Of course! I nearly hit myself. Neve Campbell.
"These are very good reasons, and I feel I can give you the part, on one condition. For the role of Ashley, a woman that you convince, I want you to get your co-star from Wild Things, Neve Campbell, for that part. Can you get her?
"Umm, I don't think Neve would go for implants, but I'll try." I reached out to Neve's mind and made sure she would love this part.
"All right, just one more order of business. I'm going to rape you." I said it very calmly and in a matter-of-fact manner. Mentally I laid a type of 'force field' around the room. It insured that no one could get in or out, and no sound could escape. Denise backed away slightly, but seemed to not believe me.
"What? Oh, good one." She said bitterly to me.
"You think I'm joking do you?" I lunged at her, cupping her pretty face in my hand. I pried open her mouth and shoved my tongue in, roughly exploring her oral orifice. Mentally I made sure that for the rest of this rape she couldn't bite down when anything was in her mouth. I broke the kiss after a moment, and tore her blazer and top off. I gazed in awe at her large tits trying to pop out of the tight bra she wore. I took that off telekenetically, and she immediately ran to the other side of the room screaming.
"P-p-p-please... don't hurt me..." She was cowering in fear now. I took my time in walking to her. My mind dove into her fear, relished it, and occasionally increased it.
"Cooperate, and the pain will past, don't, and it may not." I backed her into a corner, and very calmly looked her up and down. Her breasts, now free, had to be D cups, and although it was obvious that they were natural, they were nicely grown.
"I won't tell anyone, just let me go." She noticed my where my gaze was, and attempted to cover herself up. Some telekinesis on my part ended that idea. When she realized the futility of covering her chest, she slumped down, sobbing like a child. This was inadequate for me, so I tied off her tear ducts and walked within a foot of her. She gave me a sharp kick to the groin, causing great pain before I shut off the pain sensors in my body. I left the pleasure sensors on of course. I then grabbed her arm and roughly pulled her to her feet. I then reached out and grabbed one of her breasts, squeezing and twisting, causing her no end of torment.
"Please, just leave me alone, OUCH!" She howled as I began sucking on her nipple and grinding it between my teeth. By now I realized that she still had her pants on, and this meant a shred of dignity. I mentally commanded her to remove them herself, slowly, and with the grace of a stripper. Resolving at that moment to use no more of my skills on her, I took my own clothing off, revealing my bulging organ. I had grown myself out to a nice 9 inches the night before, up from my previous 6. She shrieked at the monster dick as it was revealed, and I wasted no time in shoving it in her pussy.
"Not a virgin, eh bitch?" I laughed at her, gripping her tight little ass and pulling her hard against my dick. She screamed in agony, as she had not lubed from my attentions to her endowments. I just pumped harder, feeling her involuntarily grip my organ. In about 10 minutes, she had begun to bleed, and this lubrication (I didn't realize what it was until I pulled out) caused me to release. I came in buckets, as the saying is. Most of it pumped into her womb, but so much was released that when I pulled out, much of my fluid came out with me. She fell on her stomach, sobbing. I had given myself the power to be multiorgasmic earlier in my life, so I simply sat on her tighs, and pulled her ass in the air. That sight alone got me hard all over again. Not being a completely cruel guy, I reached over to my trousers and oiled up her nice little ass hole. I then lined my monster up with her most private of caverns, and thrust in with one push. She began to scream bloody murder as I fucked her rectum. In and out I pulled, with her screaming and sobbing from the pain. Her tightness was so great that I came in a matter of minutes, filling her rectum with my juices. When I pulled out, I walked over to her face. "Lick me clean whore," I said in my most commanding voice.
"Never you bastard." She managed to get out between sobs. I stepped on her lower back, grinding my heel into her. She screamed in torment. "Let me know when bitch, I don't want to damage you permanently, you'd be a good addition to my collection. She held out for quite a long time, but eventually gave in and took my cock in her mouth. She got me hard as steel again, so I grabbed the back of her head and pulled her face into my abdomen. I was raping her last unviolated orifice now, and it's tightness was astounding. I was forced to pull out once in a while to allow her to breath, but the experience pushed me over the edge in a matted of minutes. Cumming into her stomach, I sent her out into the world naked, and not able to tell anyone of this experience, and not able to turn down the part. The day was turning out to be a great one, and it was merely 2 p.m. I then set to work on ordering a number of things for a "collection" of women that I was planning to amass at my home. A few people on the street were suddenly overcome with an urge to sit by my house and guide delivery truck in, etc. etc.
"Master? You have a visitor." Linda's sultry voice came from the intercom.
"All right whore, send her right in." I smiled and reclined in my chair as the visitor entered. Jennifer Love Hewitt.
"Hello Mr. Smith," she smiled demurely as I appraised her. Skirt down to her knees, and a sensible green top, no bra. I smiled to myself.
"Hello Miss Hewitt, I'm a bit pressed for time, so let's start the interview." I pulled my chair up and pulled out a folder with the completed script (thanks to a few screen writers). I handed Jennifer a copy, and asked her to start reading on a random page.
"Jody, you've got to get them, they're fantastic! Men fall all over themselves, and it's our purpose as women to please them!" She read this line perfectly, and with a push from me she believed it was gospel.
"Very nice Jennifer, I'll give you the part. Speak to my secretary and she'll give the time shooting will begin. I'll see you at home tonight." I made this seem normal in her head, and gave her my address.
"All right, bye great one!" She bounced out of the room. What a beauty she was, and so young.
After Love left my office I did several things, but I won't bore you with the details. I scanned every hospital, and found the six most beautiful nurses in the entire world. I gave them all the power to speak English, and they all got on flights for Hollywood immediately. I then located Angie Everhart, and ordered her to come to my estate to be a maid. I made similar orders to Jenny Mcarthy, Cindy Crawford, and Yasmine Bleeth. I then got subscriptions to every adult magazine I could think of to insure that I always had a source to find beautiful women. This took me several hours of work, and just when I was finished, my door bashed open.
"Who in the he-.." My throat cut off.
"Listen Jack, my name is Guy Robertson. I'm a representative of an organization for telepaths. We've been watching you." He glared at me in disgust.
I reached out desperately with my mind to attempt to hurt this man in any way I could, but he stopped me at every recourse.
"You are the most powerful of us Jack, and I have been sent to teach you how to use your abilities to a larger extent. I'm going to allow you to speak again, but be warned. I am more powerful of you because of my training, do not cross me."
At that moment I was permitted to speak again. After arguing a bit, I allowed this mysterious man to train me. He taught me to focus my powers into objects, so that whenever someone used this object a specific pattern would be implanted into their brain, he taught me to enter someone's consciousness so that I could see what they see, and he taught me to transform my thoughts into electronic information, for storage on computers etc.
"Now Jack, we've noticed what you've been doing with celebrities, and we're proud! No one else has been as powerful as you. Only with proper training can I even give a command that will last for minutes. Yours can be permanent. I've spend enough time here, later on, when you've proven yourself trustworthy, this means not causing worldwide destruction, you'll be taught more." He vanished.
Needless to say, I was quite shaken. Especially so when I looked at the clock and it was the exact same time that it was when he had arrived. Not the same minute, but the same second! I worked on this and that until 5 o'clock, never really able to keep my mind off of the fact that there were other telepaths. That was until I left and saw Denise. She was sitting on the hood of the limo. Hair and makeup done perfectly. She was wondering what appeared to by a miracle bra, a garter belt, stockings, and 7 inch high heals. Her crotch was completely shaved, and she wore a sheen of baby oil over her entire body.
"Master," she swayed sexily towards me, "fuck your whore."
"You have impressed me my slut," I took off my pants then and there on the street, and threw her down to the ground with a burst of telekinesis. I was on her in a minute, and her need for me was so deeply implanted that she was having orgasm after orgasm before I was completely undressed. When I finally entered her, she was so wet that I had no resistance entering her. So wrapped up was I in this, that I had forgotten to block the minds of those around us. Many a passerby got quite a shock as they saw me fucking this beautiful woman with my monster cock. In and out, in and out, she was shrieking in pure, unbridled ecstasy the entire time. Finally I allowed myself to cum, sending her into an orgasm so strong that she passed out. Picking her up and putting her in the back of the limo, I drove myself home.
Don't read this if you aren't over 21. Every and all aspects and events in this story are fictional. Any resemblance to actual events are coincidental. Sorry for all of the filler folks, but I want to set up the scene really well as I plan to write several volumes.