ORF

Chapter VIII: The End of ORF

By bobwhite

Mr. Green was impressed with my quick success. His visit was very brief, something about getting back to Germany, but he was proud of me. "Now that we have your abilities coming to fruition," he said glowingly, "you are much more useful. I want you to delete at least three more women, and try combining your reality bending abilities with the deletion methods. Call me when you have any successes." At that point, he handed me what looked like a business card... and, oddly enough, it wasn't charged or enchanted. It was just a card with a phone number on it. An American phone number, I realized later, when he was gone.

I was working on how to combine my now-developed powers, when it dawned on me: Jenny's report had stated that the kids and husband had invented realities that didn't include the woman I stole. Jenny thought it was strange, but I wasn't paying close attention, because I actually felt a little guilty for taking a lovely woman from her life and making her mine forever.

And that's when something strange happened... the pain in my head completely stopped. I hadn't noticed it was there, but I could tell it was gone now. I knew instantly that I had been altered somehow—this is how norms feel when we release them from deep control. I decided to do something I thought I'd never have to do: scan myself.

I must have been dizzy, because I stumbled and almost fell when I took my first step. My legs were wobbly. Nikki was instantly there, along with two other women I had apparently stolen. They were all naked and had very large breasts... and they were obviously horny as hell. Their names were... Dominique and Amanda. They were sisters, and now shared a telepathic link that caused one to feel only the physical sensations of the other.

I smirked at how fun that could be—it reminded me of that Cheech & Chong movie—and I inserted my middle finger into the asshole of Amanda. It slid right in, thanks to some constant lubrication. Dominique, who was getting me a glass of water, dropped it on the floor (it was plastic, though, and didn't break) and grabbed her tits as she ground her ass back into... well, into thin air; nobody was fingering her asshole even though she felt it. Amanda didn't feel the anal intrusion, but she sure felt the attention to her tits, and that made her look back coyly to see what I was up to.

Amanda grabbing her own tits finally gave Dominique the sensation she had tried to elicit in herself, and she collapsed onto the floor, masturbating wildly. Amanda squirmed in response. I decided to have a little fun. After Nikki quickly unbuttoned my pants and dropped them and my underwear to the floor, I sat on the couch. Nikki held my cock straight up as Amanda backed up and positioned her ass right above my dick. She sat down slowly, taking it all in.

Dominique squeeled in response and turned over, got to her hands and knees, and positioned her ass high in the air to ease the penetration she was feeling. I decided to be a bit fair about it, and I had Nikki go over and lay down on her back, in a 69 with Dominique. Nikki reached out with her 7 inch tongue and fucked Dominique's pussy with it, rubbing her asshole and finally penetrating it with her thumb. Those sensations really got Amanda hot, and she pounded herself harder and harder onto my prick. I reached around casually and played with her clit.

So, with Dominique feeling a thorough ass-fucking and clit-teasing while eating out Nikki, and with Amanda feeling a soft (but very deep) tongue-fuck with a bit of anal teasing, I felt like a king among men. "This is why," I realized, "they go to the trouble to gather harems. It's too much fun!" I quickly tied all of their orgasms to my own, and the noise in the room grew pretty loud before I finally released a large shot of jizz into Amanda's colon.

All three of them came instantly and very hard. Amanda collapsed into me, squirming as Nikki continued to lightly tease Dominique with a little after-sex play. Hopping up to go clean off, I stopped by my bedroom and noticed that I had company: inside my room were two sleeping women. Another quick scan told me that they were mine. I had five slaves, and I only remembered getting one.

After my shower, I put the gals to sleep and called Jenny. She confirmed the deletions of Nikki, Dominique, and Amanda, adding that they were deleted very well—the friends and family and even paper trail (which is the hardest thing for a regular deleter to alter) were not just deleted, they were altered in a way only seen with Orfers. She didn't know about Jennifer and Alicia (the two sleeping beauties in my room).

She asked me if I was joking about the pair of (former) young police officers—there was no trace of them, not even birth records. It's almost impossible for a deleter to remove those records. The deleted victim must actually know (on some level) someone with access to those records, and the deleter must be able to send an abstract command. And, of course, she had no idea of the various physical enhancements that were made.

I drew a hot bath (hey, it's relaxing!) and got in. Laying back and closing my eyes, I began to root around my brain in much the same way I'd search a common victim's brain. What I found startled me. Apparently, I had not won the earlier battle, and no Druid ever came to see me. Saving the details on that issue for later, I went around and discovered something equally strange: a memory miner. Every time I used my powers, this little program analyzed what I did, how I did it, and sent it... somewhere. My range was practically infinite. Thankfully, those were the only two things I could find.

I took control of the miner and altered it so it wouldn't report my self-scan. Then, I decided to test my abilities one last time. Within two hours, every trace of Jenny, a fellow Orfer, was completely gone. And, she came into my house... as far as she knew, she was at the home of her master. Being a little tired from my recent romp, I had her go to bed and sleep for awhile.

I called a few of my ORF buddies and asked them who was working the deletes today, and everybody I called said something like "Bill's working in this region, as usual. Who else would be doing it?" After they said that, they managed to give me several reasons why I wasn't working the cases. Apparently, Bill had been doing the work for quite some time, even rescuing three women from a deleter who had disappeared. That deleter had the ability to alter bodies, they said, and they were worried about it.

Amazing! I had deleted an Orfer, albeit as an experiment, and not only was every trace of her gone, but reality had bent itself around her disappearance. Her parents didn't even remember her... and I knew because I traced them down using Jenny's memory. The action got my memory miner working overtime, and it summoned my "Druid" friend. It sent a command that I probably wasn't supposed to see to my consciousness, telling me to meet him at the local mall, in front of the Radio Shack. The miner had also sent a command to my secret and previous master: he would not wear or project any disguise. A little virus I put along with that signal would not only hide that command (I hoped!), but would start to gradually degrade any part of his brain that he could use for telepathy. There was only room for one mental giant in this town... or country... or world.

It took me a couple of hours of getting ready and driving to get to the appointed meeting place. And, sitting on a bench with a ridiculously beautiful woman (or girl; I was afraid to scan because he'd probably know the game was up and try something stupid), was Mike. Mike! His face lit my memory ablaze like a torch soaked in gasoline. It was him the whole time. All he had to do was figure out a way to sneak in under my defenses, using his unusual powers.

He scratched his head a few times, and stared at quite a few girls... I risked a scan, knowing that a battle was imminent. He was using most of his concentration keeping the girl next to him from running away in terror; she'd been with him for weeks and he had never bothered to make her love him.

My virus was working.

"Mike!" I yelled, getting everyone's attention. People outside heard my yell, in their minds. He stood up and tried to take some kind of stance that would seem appropriate for a mental battle. I felt dozens of white-hot wires hit my forehead, but they couldn't bore in. His "girlfriend" finally screamed and ran away, drawing his attention momentarily. Giving up on her, he focused on me again. I sent out a wide shield in front of my body, and forced his probes into random directions, making sure nobody got in the way. His nose started to bleed.

Deciding I didn't want a drawn-out battle, and that nothing useful could be learned from such a dangerous man, I walked to him and hit him, hard. The blow landed on his nose, and it started gushing blood. He grabbed it, feeling pain for the first time in a long time. I threw my arms out to my sides and felt energy well up from above, below, and all directions... and threw it at him. I collapsed, exhausted and sweaty. I think I may have singed a little hair on my arms.

He couldn't even scream. His eyes stared into nothingness, and drool started coming from his mouth. It was several minutes before anyone approached either of us; everybody in the building felt some kind of shock. But Mike never felt it. I had completely blanked his brain; he no longer possessed any thoughts at all. The parts of his brain that kept him alive fizzled out a couple of days later in the hospital. And a week after that, a huge Midwestern white-slavery ring was exposed, and dozens of women were hurried into several government vehicles and headed home.

The government-employed telepaths helped immensely in cleaning up the messes created by Mike and myself. Lives were restored and families re-united. It took about a month before they had finished with the last of the slaves, my very own Nikki, who had been found in Mike's dungeon in the Ozarks. And, for the last time, members of a little-known government organization called The TEDS, disguised as typical FBI agents, delivered Nikki to her husband Jeff and their twins.

The TEDS, you see, are like the federal thought-police. Or so they think. "TEDS" stands for TElepathic Defense Specialists, and I figured I'd let them do what ORF was supposed to do: police the telepaths. Well, about as well as any government organization can police anything, that is—let's just say that there would be a lot of room for fun, if you were telepathic and careful. And discreet.

They thought they were the shit when they "solved" about 100 or so mysterious disappearances, all at the same time. Many of the abducted were Orfers; but not anymore. That was the end of ORF, as a functioning group. I was the last one standing. And, I loved it. Now, I could have all the fun my job wouldn't let me have before!

After a couple of hours of meditation and projection on my part, the TEDS could now "protect and serve" population as a whole. I made sure they would enlist the services of the ORF members, who had been employed by an agency that, thanks to me, no longer existed.

As for me, well, I kept all of my power. And, I kept Jenny under my beck and call. She still has her own powers, but she only uses them for me. After a visit to a rural Illinois town, Dominique and Amanda were also moving back in with me—with their parent's blessing, of course. Nobody in that whole town questioned them moving in with a rich uncle living in St. Louis. And, with my earlier alterations to their physical sensations back in place... well, let me just say Jenny and I are seldom bored.

We're playing "Guess that object" now. Dominique is here, squirming in her seat, next to me. I kept her, Amanda, and Jenny aware of the unusualness and unnaturalness of their collective predicament. Somehow, I had started to get off on the idea of doing this against someone's will—probably a slight corruption that remained from my dealings with Mike Green. Anyway, Dom here is covering holding her pussy with both hands. She's dripping with sweat, and about to say something... or scream it. She's not good at controlling the tone of her voice, especially when her pussy feels like it's being fucked with a...

"Unnnnggggh! It's a fist! It's Jenny's fist!" she screams, partially because of her orgasm, and partially because she wanted to make sure Amanda and Jenny heard here. I knew she was right, of course; not because of my powers, but because of the slightly muffled applause coming from the next bedroom. I kiss Dom, enjoying her tongue messaging my own, and sent her on her way to the other bedroom.

"MMMMmmmmmmm," Amanda coos as Jenny starts kissing Dominique's nipples in the other room. "My turn." She braces herself on my bed and yelled, "OK! I'm ready!"

I still don't know where they came up with this game, but I don't care enough to find out. Watching Mandy writhe on the bed as she is phantom-fucked by... well, by something she has to guess... is too much fun. Hell, this is something everybody should try—maybe I'll get another girlfriend next week.