I was hot.

And itchy.

Hot and itchy.

"I'll take off my shirt. That will make me feel better. Gotta wake up to take off my shirt."

Like someone turning up the volume on the TV, sounds of activity faded in as I began feeling my body wake up. When I opened my eyes, I had to squint from the light in my face.

I raised my hand to move the desk light out of my eyes, but didn't complete the motion for I felt this awful pain from the right side of my forehead surge from the movement I had made.

"OW!" I gasped, sending my hand to clasp the bandage covering the source of the pain. I had closed my eyes again and stayed still a few moments, then looked over at the activity on the other side of the room.

A man and two women wearing smocks were busily trying to stabilize Steven, and hadn't noticed I was awake. But then a door opened along the wall behind me, and my dad came in with one of his nurses, and gave me happy look.

The first thing I said was, "Why aren't I dead?"

"Why? You want to be?" he said trying to sound like he was in the joking mood.

"No," I said with a touch of irritation, finding his statement rather distasteful. "What happened?" I said closing my eyes as the busty nurse moved the light back into my eyes.

"The bullet only grazed your skull. Your mother tried to stop him firing, but accidentally caused him to pull the trigger after she altered his aim. You were lucky. Another inch and you would had been.... Timothy?"

"Yeah?"

He sighed and sat down on the edge of the padded bench I was laying on.

"You and your mother have... well, you've changed my life. I didn't know how much until you turned up missing, and then when your mother was taken by Joey... I know we've had our differences, but at the same time we're... closer, aren't we?"

I was looking at my dad's fiddling hands, having never seen him appear so nervous before. I had felt what he was trying to say when he had sat down, and was searching my own feelings for him. I still had my reservations, for I didn't trust his motivations, or his sense of right and wrong. But I knew he was trying to change, and the only reason for that was for my mom and I. Plus, the entire time I had known him, he always had been trying to do what he thought was in my best interests, even when he had tried to brainwash me and Joey using the twins.

So, for the first time in my life I actually saw him as my dad, not just my birth father who was obligated to support me and do stuff for me. I guess I never let myself believe he had been giving me things and doing things with me because it made him happy. I always had the thought in the back of my mind that he did those things either out of his sense of family duty, or to butter my mom up by being her son's father like she wished.

Knowing there was no better way to let him know how I felt, I said, "Dad? Look at me, please?"

He knew what that meant, and with just a slight hesitation, he looked over at me and allowed me to make eye contact. The empathic connection formed, and I immediately felt how real his feelings were for my mom and I. We had become the center of his life, especially my mom, and that just made my own feelings for him jump a little higher.

And there was something else he felt towards me. It took me a few moments to realize what it was, then just as I was closing the link, I got it.

Admiration. My own father admired me for the way I could get what I wanted without having to use my abilities in altering people to fit my wishes. It directly conflicted with his desire that I share in his own beliefs and pleasures, for one of the greatest joys he had was finding a fresh young girl and taking her mind, followed by her ass.

As my father and I had our first truly shared hug, I decided I could bend a few rules for my dad and instead of us always doing that I wanted to do, I would let him talk me into doing a few of the things that he liked to do. Especially when I had just realized that many of those things involved crossing a lot of those damn lines I had made in the dirt, and I figured who would be better to share the moment of wiping them out than with my pop.

"Well, isn't this a surprise," my mom said, finding us still in a hug.

We both immediately separated, my dad clearing his throat noisily several times while I laid back down feeling my cheeks burn with embarrassment.

My mom walked up to my dad and held her left hand out slightly for him to take it, then I watched them look at each other with that grin. You know, the kind that people get when they are feeling very happy thoughts for each other, and you know that eventually they would wrap their arms around the other and stand there for twenty minutes rubbing their backs and speaking softly, kissing gently every once in a while.

I closed my eyes when I dad stood up, and tuned out their soft talking and gentle kisses, attempting to go back to sleep.

My parents never even got the chance to go for a second round of kisses when we were interrupted by a Cabal member stomping in demanding medical attention. He was nude and had cuts all over his chest and back, and a really nasty gash across his left cheek.

"Bergenstein, what happened to you?" my dad asked.

"You know that fucking bitch I've been working with? Well, I gave up today and just went ahead and did it the old fashioned way. Made her my suck and fuck doll, then went in and started using her. Fuck, Grodmen. I never knew what hit me. All of a sudden she was back to her old self, cutting me open with her nails... Say, can I borrow your nurse?"

"Deb, go tend to Bergenstein's wounds," my dad said as he grinned from my mom teasing his earlobe. "Is that the same one you were having trouble with last week?"

"Same fucking one. I finally solved that problem by running the water until her shit dissolved completely. You know, I'm kind of glad she did this. Now I'm twice as determined break her, and then I'll get her back real good for smearing her shit in my face."

"WHAT!" I said sitting up at attention a little too fast. I held my head as the spinning room slowed to a stop, then said, "What did she do?"

"She fucking grabbed a handful of her shit and nearly choked me with it, that's what! I'll really make her suffer for getting it in my nose like that! I've already punished her for trying to bite my dick off by putting some..."

"Where is she? What cell?" I said getting up slowly.

"What? Oh, ah.. Cell H4, row 9. I wouldn't go in there if there's any shit laying around.." he warned just before the nurse started to apply an disinfectant that made him jump.

"Tim, where do you think you're going?" my mom asked as I walked carefully towards the door.

"It's Elsie. I mean it's Melissa. Or both, I mean. I got to go.. I can't believe I forgot about her..."

I didn't even get out the door before my head made me stop and lean against the wall.

"I think you better stay here and rest," my mom said attempting to lead me back to the bench.

"No!" I said, pulling my hand from her grasp crankily. "I have to go see her.. Shit." I said finding my sudden movement making my head pound even worse.

"You're not going anywhere, mister," my mom said a bit crankily too. "She can wait until you can..."

"No! I'm going! Just as soon as..." I said, trying to make my head stop its throbbing.

"You're not, and that's..." my mom said with her hands on her hips.

"Sam," my dad interrupted. "Let me take him to see her, then I'll make sure he gets his rest afterwards," then turned to me and added, "If he swears that if I think he can't handle her or he gets worse he'll listen to me when I tell him to stop."

"Okay," I said.

"Charles, I'm not so sure...." my mom said, trying to keep her cool.

"Sam..." he warned her. "Remember that talk we had about a month ago?"

"You slime ball.." my mom said. "All right! But if you let OUR son hurt himself, YOU'LL be the one sorry for it."

"Thanks," I said after my dad helped me out the door and we were safely out of ear shot.

"My pleasure," he said.

I felt he had meant that even more than he had let on, but allowed him the illusion of some privacy. As he helped me into the wheelchair which I was grateful that he had found, I realized my empathic senses had become sensitive enough that I hadn't really needed to scan anyone's mind to guage their intentions or even know what they were thinking.

Before Joey's hatred temporarily overloaded my mind, I only received intermittent vibes from other people, and mostly only when they were feeling a certain emotion very strongly. But now I could generally feel what the people around me were feeling without eye contact, and while I couldn't sense everything they were feeling that way, this still gave me quite an edge on others. Especially when dealing with other telepaths who could hide their thoughts from my probes.

I closed my eyes and let him do the driving, trying to relax and make my head ache go away. But the pain made me think of Joey's share link, and then immediately had to ask what happened to him.

"Your mother barely kept him from shooting at you again, and had to use Penny's big boy to hold him until we could get him out of there. He's been sedated and put in a cell for now. Tim, I'm afraid whatever you did unbalanced his mind. I'm not saying he's crazy, just out of control. Do you understand?"

"Yeah, I think so. What about Suzi and Penny? Penny doesn't deserve to be locked up like a prisoner. She wasn't herself before."

"Suzi's back in our room along with Joey's parents, but Penny is now the property of the Cabal along with Steven. I'm sorry Tim, but there is nothing I can do."

I wanted to argue about that, but I knew he wasn't the one I had to argue with. So I sat quietly trying to find some excuse for forgetting Melissa like that.

When we reached the cell, my dad had to alter a few of Bergenstein's men to allow us access, then before my dad would let me open the door, he insisted we see what the monitors showed us.

As soon as I saw her crouched in the middle of the room fighting her drowsiness as she waited for the next attack, I pounded the open button and ignored my dad's warning about the small pile of shit right next to her.

As soon as I could slip through the opening crack, I found Melissa nails ready and shit in hand looking at me with wild eyes six feet away and quickly closing.

When I didn't see her expression change, I suddenly feared she might just finish me off before recognizing me.

"Melissa! It's me, Tim!" I yelled backing away as fast as I could.

She continued her hostile approach, and suddenly I found myself falling over my own feet. I managed to avoid hitting my head, but then found Melissa getting ready to slash.

"Elsie, NO!" I cried, putting my arms up to protect my face. But when I felt the huge surge of emotion from her, I lowered my arms and found her starting to shake and cry as she sank to her knees beside me.

I didn't even care about the mashed shit in her left hand as I sat up and let her wrap her arms around me. I managed to avoid blacking out while she squeezed the life out of me and smothered me with her breasts. Then suddenly I was falling backwards when my dad's voice said, "Careful bitch! He's not well.."

My head hit painfully against the metal grill floor, and I barely managed to keep it from bouncing the third time. I must have yelled loud enough to be heard out in the parking lot, and that was probably the only thing that saved my dad from getting his face slashed.

Up went my dizzy head again when she realized what she had done, but this time Melissa started to pull me on top of while trying to drag us both away from my dad.

"Now stop that," my dad said. "Can't you see you're hurting him. I'm not going to harm you or Tim."

"He's my dad, Melissa," I managed to whimper to her. "Damn it, stop tugging!"

She stopped moving us away, but pulled me up on top of her a little more so she had me laying up against her chest while she tried to comfort me and protect me at the same time.

When my head settled down enough I could stop grimacing from the pain, I said, "Dad? could you give us a few minutes alone?"

"All right, but then you have to go to our room and get some rest. Agreed?"

"Okay, but it might be a little more than a few minutes. I don't think I could make it to the wheel chair without passing out, but I'm starting to feel better just laying here. Can I just rest here for a while? I promise we'll be good."

I was a little surprised when I felt him attempt to probe me. I quickly realized he hadn't meant to, and just had accidentally triggered it while considering whether I was well enough to stay or not. He was just about to cancel it when I surprised him by allowing him access to my mind, something I never thought I would do.

"Just don't overexert yourself, son," he said softly a few moments later. Then without another word he walked out and shut the door to give us the illusion of some privacy.

Elsie gave me a gentle hug, then carefully moved us over slightly so she could lean up against the wall and continue to hold me. She tried to clean her hand off as much as possible, knowing how much the odor displeased me, but I told her it was okay, and that the smell didn't bother me anymore.

Figuring I was lying, which I was, she was careful to keep that hand as far away from my face as possible. Her other hand was gently rubbing by chest through my shirt, and even though I would have liked to get out of my itchy clothes, I didn't try stopping myself from falling asleep with her purring sounds in my ears.

She must have laid there with me against her for I don't know how many hours before I was awakened by the starting of the cleaning cycle. The disinfectant and cleanser seeped into the bandage on my head, and suddenly I had to rip it off, followed by immediately having to shield it from the falling cleanser. I was fighting back tears when the rinse cycle started, and was gasping and grimacing while I let the water rinse it out, finding it almost as bad as the disinfectant and cleanser had been.

By the time the water shut off, I was bleeding all over myself, but thankful the intense burning had stopped. I had sat up while rinsing my wound out, and Elsie had taken that opportunity to escape her entrapment from underneath me, and I found her busily eating what there was of her dinner.

Other than the small trickle of blood from my forehead, I was feeling better than I had earlier. I decided I could walk, then almost reconsidered it when I tried, but made my way towards the wall that was the door anyway.

When the wall started to open as I had commanded, Elsie almost knocked me off my feet trying to back me away so she could defend us. But I only had to smile at her and hold out my hand for her to realize I was taking her out of there.

I realized my hand was shaking from my shivering when she took it, and decided the first order of business was to get dry. I also added getting a new bandage to that when I wiped the blood off that was about to drip off my chin.

Seeing that they didn't have anything to guard now, I sent the two blocky men off to fetch my dad's nurse and bring us some clean towels. I spotted my wheelchair and gratefully sat down in it to rest a moment.

Elsie was still holding my hand, looking all around her with eyes of wonder. I realized she had never seen the outside of one of those rooms, and then remembered I had run across the location of the room where she first had met her Master while I was browsing Steven's mind.

When the first guard came back with the towels, I had him help me take my clothes off and dry me off before pushing me in my wheelchair, heading towards that room of hers.

The room was actually another cell, but had a normal door separating the bedroom and a small hall. The hall didn't go anywhere until the door was safely locked, then the far wall was opened from outside just like the rest.

I felt her excitement when she recognized the room, then had to hold her off from dragging me to the bed for a fuck. I convinced her to take a shower while the nurse bandaged my wound, and actually had to wait a while before she finally came out.

I nearly didn't recognize her when she opened the bathroom's door. She had shaven her legs and arm pits, cut her hair real nice, and to top it all off she had oiled her body up making her dark skin glisten erotically in the light.

My already hard dick jumped from the sight, almost trying to disattach from the rest of me to get at that hot piece of snatch. And as she came close, her tongue started to tease me with its motions, and her hands made some very exciting motions that made my mouth water.

I scooted back from the edge of the bed and laid down with my flag pole sticking straight up, watching her climb onto the bed like a big cat stalking her prey. She crawled up my body, letting the tip of my cock slowly drag across her chest and belly before halting with my cock aimed right for her nicely trimmed puss.

I was filled with expectation and lust, not caring that the nurse recommended another twelve hours before intercourse, and could barely contain myself from reaching up and pulling her hot body down on top of me.

But just as I felt she was about to plunge herself down, Elsie's personality was brushed aside and Melissa's face went from showing a seductive sexually aroused woman to the smiling face of a little girl.

"Hi Tim!" she exclaimed.

When I groaned from frustration, she said, "What's wrong? Aren't you happy to see me?"

"Melissa, has anyone told you your timing sucks?" I said, giving her a weak grin back.

"What do you mean?" she said before noticing my still hard cock below her. "Oh. Is that all you two do?"

"No. But it what we like doing the most. Haven't you ever watched?"

"Why? It's gross. As soon as Elsie pointed out I was growing boobs, I made sure I would never have to do that stuff. Elsie does it for me."

"Melissa, do you trust me?" I asked.

"I guess so."

"Then let me show you what it is supposed to be like. Just once. I promise I'll stop if you say."

"No way. It's gross. And it hurts."

"No it doesn't. It feels good. And it doesn't have to be gross. Just trust me, okay?" I said, forming an empathic connection and sharing the tenderness I was feeling while rubbing her cheek with the back of my fingers.

"But... I promised I wouldn't, and I'm not old enough... and.."

"How old are you, then? You look old enough to me."

"I... I guess... I don't know how old I am. But I don't think I want to.."

I started to use my magic touch a little on her cheek, and since she wasn't stopping it, I started turning it up a little.

"There now. Just lay down on top of me a while and let me give you a little loving. That's it."

"Tim?" she said after feeling my hands slide up and down her body in an attempt to arouse her.

"Yes?"

"If I did do it, I'd probably want to do it again, right?"

"Probably, yeah."

"Then I can't do it. I don't want to become like Elsie and have to do it all the time with every man who wants me to."

"You wouldn't, silly. People don't normally go around having sex with every person who offers. You wouldn't want to do it with anyone except someone who you care for. You saved my life, Melissa. I care about you, and want to share what it means to be free and alive. And making love is one of the nicest things a person can do. Ask Elsie. I made love to her, and it was completely different than the sex we had."

Several more minutes went by without either of us saying anything out loud, but her body started to respond to my caresses enough that I gently rolled us over so she was on her back with me on top.

"I don't..." she said before I put my finger over her lips to hush her. I looked deeply into her eyes and lowered my face to hers, finding her fear ebbing away and her excitement rising.

She closed her eyes before my lips touched hers, then passively allowed me to kiss her. I felt her excitement building even more as she followed her instincts and wrapped her arms around me. My own excitement started to grow as she began to actively kiss me back and explore my back with her hands.

I was surprised when her tongue snaked out of her mouth and into mine, never expecting her to be the one to try it first. Her tongue's movements quickly lost its obvious lack of experience, and soon we were frenching like pros.

At some point my dick had grown hard again, and when I shifted my positions slightly, she suddenly felt its presence and gasped. We broke the kissing off and panted in each other's faces as a battle between her fear and lust waged inside her head.

When I saw her fear was winning, I kissed her on the lips gently, then rolled off and laid down beside her. But I wasn't giving up, just changing tactics. I took her hand and started kissing my way up her fingers, up the back of the hand, then slowly made my way up her arm. By the time I reached her shoulder, she was back in the groove of things, and at the first chance she got, she pressed her lips against mine and attempted to french once more.

I kept my mouth shut until she had settled down and was simply trying to kiss, then slightly parted my lips and allowed her cautious tongue to get its satisfaction while adjusting our position again so that she was on her back and I was partially on top of her again.

Once I was where I wanted to be, I broke our mouth apart, then began kissing down her neck while turning my magic touch up to a decent level.

Between my lips and my roaming right hand, Melissa was starting to lose her fear to her arousal and pleasure. And to my pleasure, when my mouth reached her left nipple, I found Melissa felt every bit of my magic touch, not having bothered to block its senses while she was in control.

When she started to consistently gasp at my sucking and groping of her breasts, I decided it was time to make or break the horse's back, and started my hand on its journey towards her heavenly patch below.

When my hand was on its final approach, crossing the open plains of her lower belly, she suddenly started to have a battle of nerves, and I saw I either would have to forget it, or risk it all and go for it.

My hand dived for her pleasure knob, and was rewarded by a nice moan while her head went way back and her crotch pressed against my hand. I didn't try to press my advantage any more yet, however, and only gently stimulated her crotch with my hand until she had recovered her wits.

Once I saw she had accepted what I was doing, I kissed her breast and then her tummy as I moved down and positioned my head between her legs.

"What are you going to do?" she said nervously.

"I'm going to kiss you, like this," I replied before taking a nose dive into her hot wet cunt.

Her lovely moan and series of gasps gave me such a hardon that I stopped simply kissing her and started going full out. I was probing her pussy with my tongue, finding it very familiar, yet somewhat new and exciting. Then I realized what it was that made it so much more pleasurable. In every sense but physically, she was a virgin to sex.

So when her legs clamped around my back and she started to hump my face, I nearly came from the unexpected pleasure, then quickly changed my mind when she hurt my bandaged wound.

To my astonishment, when I tried to make her let go of me by pressing my finger gently against her rose, her ass opened up and swallowed my finger, triggering the no longer a girl's first orgasm.

When she did let me go, my pain was long forgotten, having lusted for that ass for who knows how many weeks. My finger was starting to move in and out of her ass freely, I having helped myself to her pussy juices to lubricate her other hole. God she was tight. When I finally worked my second finger in, I knew I would never enter her ass without causing her a great deal of pain at first. I was very disappointed.

I felt dizzy by the time I had pulled my fingers out of her ass, having overexerted myself again. I remember her calling my name while I crawled off to the side of her, my senses starting to darken. I didn't lose consciousness, but everything went dark and quiet for a moment, then came back slowly.

"Are you okay?" Melissa asked worriedly.

"I'll be all right after a while. I just need some rest."

"And something to eat," she said when my stomach growled.

"Yeah. I guess I haven't eaten in a long time."

"Would it be okay if I let Elsie back so I could tell the others?"

"Why don't you just go to them physically and tell them?"

"Huh? You mean... I hadn't thought..."

She paused a few moments while I felt her emotions go haywire with hope then extreme grief.

"Tim? I want to find my family," she said as she burst into tears.

I groaned internally but managed to sit up and hold her while she wept. She cried a long time, longer than I had done with her. She had years of emotions built up inside her, never being able to release them since she didn't dare show her true self to the outside world.

Eventually I had to lay down again, and found her quite willing to lay on top of me while she recovered her latest bout of sorrow. I drifted off a few times during her periods of rest, then would be awakened when she started to cry again.

I woke up finding she had fallen asleep herself, and felt my lack of food having an effect on my well being. It was well into the evening by then, and most of the cooks were already finished cleaning up.

I found my dad's chef and asked him to whip something up and have it brought to the room, but found him a bit cranky and fairly unwilling. I was in the midst of altering his attitude when I realized what I was doing.

I had been very upset by all those people having been taken advantage of and made to serve the other's wishes. I couldn't bear the thought that all these people would be enslaved and made to do who knows what for the rest of their lives. But the people who were already enslaved I didn't have a problem with changing them to suit my purposes. I had been living with people my dad had made his servants all this time without setting but a few of them free. What the hell was wrong with me?

But then I saw the other side of the equation. My dad would never forgive me if I turned all his servants loose. In fact I knew that many of those people had been slaves so long that they wouldn't be able to take up a normal life without being programmed for it, and what kind of life would they live like that? Like Carol. She's been his car slut longer than I had been alive, over half her life. If she was suddenly set free, she would most likely seek out the security of what she had with my dad and wind up doing it for someone else who might not take care of her. I knew in Carols case, my dad would take care of her as long as he lived, her being as much of a keep sake as anything else. Dad does keep good care of his possessions.

Then I got to thinking about the others. My dad didn't have any female servants over the age of twenty-eight at the mansions. Just last February he had reprogrammed two of his maids with the skills he required for hiring them as accountants. They moved out of the mansion and into a decent apartment building he owned, and would probably live there the rest of their lives faithfully working for him during the day, then afterwards attempt to recover a somewhat normal life living in a building full of women. Less than a third ever find a husband, most of them turning to a lesbian life with the multiple partners available at home.

So instead of making the chef do it, I bribed him by promising him a night of fucking the nurse who I knew wouldn't mind since she had 'noticed' him several times while in my presence. Something about chef's white uniform drove her absolutely bonkers. That was why she had become a nurse. Doctors wear similar white outfits.

Deb was checking me over by the time the cook brought the cart of food in, awaking Melissa with its rattle. Once the two professionals were finished with their duties, I sent them on their way, noting they weren't a bad looking couple, but maybe that was because their outfits did kind of match.

We said very little as we pigged out, Melissa going absolutely nuts over the taste of real food again. When our tummies had enough, we both laid down on our backs and felt the drowsiness set in.

I fell asleep without much trouble, but later woke up from Melissa calling my name.

"Tim, can we... You know. Do that again? I want to go tell my friends and ask them where they are so I can find them for real, but... Oh! I'm already starting to do it!" she whined.

"Hey, its not what you think. When's the last time you were in control of your body this long?"

"Not since I made Elsie," she said sadly.

"You have to realize that you just woke up in a woman's body for the first time in your life, right after having your first orgasm," I said.

She gave me confused look, so I added, "Orgasm. That's what you call that feeling that felt really good."

"Oh.." she said still disturbed.

"Melissa, you're a woman now. I know you don't feel like one, but maybe that's because you've hid behind Elsie all this time and she did all your growing up for you. I still am not sure what Elsie is, but I know she is a real person. A real woman. Maybe if you can figure out a way to merge her with yourself you..."

"NO! She's so... Gross! I don't want to be anything like her!" she sobbed.

"Hey! That's not being fair to her. She's done the best she could. You owe her for keeping you in one piece while you hid from your troubles and made her deal with them."

"But she isn't real! She's not me!"

"You may believe that, but I don't. From what I've seen, she started out as a copy of you, but you and her grew apart because you didn't experience everything she did. You may be the one in control, but she's lived your life for you. If anything, SHE has more right to your body than you do. SHE is the real Melissa. You're just what she used to be."

"NO! How can you say that! I trusted you! I liked you! I... Did that thing with you!" she screamed getting off the bed and backing towards the door.

"Melissa.." I said attempting to capture her eyes with mine as I had the outer and inner door sealed.

"Why are you doing this!" she said after running to the door and trying it.

"Because I'm your friend, but I'm also Elsie's friend too. Now calm down. I'm not going to make you do anything you don't want to do. And if you think about it, how could I? You could knock me flat just by breathing on me."

"But... But..." she stammered. "You want me to become her!"

"NO! No, no, no, no, noooo," I said walking up to her shaking my head. "You silly. You won't become her. You are the little girl inside her that she lost to the things they put her through. Don't you see? She needs you. And you need her because you can't handle this on your own. The person you two would become together wouldn't you or her, but both. You'll be whole again."

Finally her eyes did meet mine, but I didn't bother forming the empathic connection. Instead I just let our gaze pull us closer for a kiss, then found her pushing me back towards the bed.

She laid me down in the bed then started to copy what I had done to her. Her lips kissed their way down to my nipple, but then continued their way to my crotch. I couldn't believe she was going that far so quickly, but didn't stop her when she took my dick in her hand and gave it a few experimental tugs.

Melissa stopped and looked at me, seemingly asking me a question with her eyes.

"What is it, sweet thing?"

"Nothing," she said, letting my dick go and crawling up my body like Elsie had done that afternoon. And when she was in the same position that Elsie had been in before she had taken over, I saw she was going to continue it herself.

But as my dick finished aligning itself, she asked, "Will this make me a woman?"

"Sweetie, the thing that makes you a woman is time. This is only one of the things a girl, or boy for that matter, has to deal with while they grow up. This won't fix your problems, and it might make them worse. You don't have to do it, okay?"

"But this is what Elsie does?! She wants to do it!? And I guess I do too?! What does this mean?"

"It means you have nothing to fear by joining with Elsie. Don't you see? She is you! You are her! The only difference is one went through hell while the other stopped growing up! You have to merge to become the real Melissa.

"SHIT!" I said as she plunged herself down on my cock, feeling her emotions running through her mind freely. I couldn't focus on what she was doing, feeling my head hurting from the physical exertion I was expending while she fucked my cock at a maddening speed.

Her initial burst of energy quickly ran out, slowing down a bit and starting to do more than just fuck. Her lips found mine, and while her tongue forced its way into my mouth, I gave into the lust she was building up inside me and reached around her to feel her smooth back.

Just like she had done when we first kissed, Melissa's fucking became less amateurish and more controlled and refined. I was enjoying myself, feeling the comfort of her familiar body, and then suddenly realized there was more to it than that.

Right then her humping changed dramatically, and I recognized Elsie's and my favorite fuck pattern, the long tall hump, but yet wasn't exactly the same.

I checked my suspicion by using my magic touch on her breast, then continued to pleasure her like that when her sudden squeal told me she had felt it.

Her deep breathing finally made her stop the intermittent kisses she had been giving me, and I listened to her panting and grunting in my ear. I found myself desiring to hear the lovely sounds of her moans, so activated my invisible cock and made her feel its tip against her ass.

The second I did that, I got the opposite response I had expected. She whirled around so fast my real cock got twisted in the process, and that ended the love session for the moment.

"Sorry," she said realizing what had happened.

"That's okay. I should have said something first," I said as I laid my little man down gently. "How does it feel to be whole again?"

"Nice," she said, maneuvering herself into a sixty nine position. "But you were wrong about something."

"Oh? What's that?" I said quickly as her tongue licked across my nuts and her crotch eased itself onto my mouth.

"I'll do it with anyone," she said between licks.

"Oh? What happened to it being gross?" I said before nibbling her hood.

"That was something I grew out of a long time ago," she said licking my cock like a lollipop.

As we kept up the oral gratification, my mind kept focusing on her ass only inches away. I finally couldn't take it any longer and started to slip my right hand cautiously up her side and over my head where her butt was. She became still when I used my magic touch on her rose, and flinched when I managed to insert my finger inside her.

Then she let out a "ssssssssssssssssssssaaaaa" when I started to move my finger in and out, then started grunting with pleasure. I worked the second one in, finding her attempting to relax her back door, then was shocked to find her loosening up a great deal more.

"DO IT!" she suddenly gasped. "Do it NOW before I change my MIND!"

I moved as fast as I could, finding my chance at the ass of my desires, and had my cock pressing at her asshole before she had taken the next breath.

I only briefly paused to check and make sure she was sure, then told her to try and keep pushing until I was all the way in. We both took a deep breath, then she immediately let it out in a delightful moan as my cock slid easily into her anal socket.

Her ass was ten times the pleasure than Teresa's had been, and something about a black woman's ass just drives me wild. I could barely believe I was all the way in, feeling her heart beat through her tight ass's walls. It promised to be the best ass fuck I had had for a long time.

As if someone had flipped a switch, I started fucking her ass in synchrony with her rocking back and forth, quickly adapting our favorite fucking style to work doggy style. The moans and grunts we both made drove me totally ballistic, making me hump with vigor that of course resulted in making me dizzy again.

I had to lay down on top of her back, making sure that my dick stayed in while I waited out the darkening of my vision and hearing. When I felt myself able to continue, I gave her lovely brown back a few tasty licks, then straightened back up to have another go.

It took a few pumps to get her back into the mood for it, and then realized she was faking a fair amount of her moans and groans. It didn't produce as much pleasure as she had let on, and she didn't feel all that great about it in the first place. But it was her way of thanking me for setting her free, and knew me well enough to know my turn ons.

One of the things that made me want to have anal sex with women was the pleasure I got from sharing what it felt like with them. I wanted them to experience the joy of anal sex, knowing most of them would never get beyond the initial pain and discomfort without my help. So to find Melissa not getting the most from the experience was extremely disappointing.

But instead of giving up, I asked her to get on her back, then re-entered her ass and bent forward to kiss her. While we petted each others tongues, I gently probed her in a manner that was a request to open a link. When her response was positive, I formed a two way and immediately found her pleasure rising three fold.

We swapped bodies pretty quickly, with her wanting to experience having a dick to fuck with, while I wanted to diagnose the weak pleasure signals she received from her ass. I found the cause to be an old block she had unknowingly set while her brother entered her ass the first time, and when I released it, I knew it was time to try again.

She didn't want to give up my body, but I promised her she would get another chance when I was feeling up to it, then had to kick her out before she could resist.

The moment we had our own senses back to ourselves, I sent a pulse of my magic touch out my dick, then smiled as she emitted a moan I knew was real.

And that was what triggered my desire to break her and enslave her to my will so I could let her go. I was my new self again, feeling the power and knowing I could do it without making her into something she wasn't meant to be. I wanted her to always remember me, to always desire me, and most importantly, to be free of any distrust for me.

I formed my invisible cock and plunged it into her smushed pussy, feeling her jump and squirm as my real cock started to grow inside her. I started sending pulses of heat and pleasure through her pussy and ass, driving her to a lovely orgasm that would only be the first of who knew how many.

I started bobbing my head up and down, teasing her with magic touch filled licks that made her frantically lick me back whenever I came into range. Her mind had already submitted itself to the pleasure I was giving her, and now I began using my empathic senses to manipulate my stimulation to her body and make her mine.

As I stopped to rest, I sent my hundred tongues to lick her body inside and out while my invisible cock filled her puss greater than was physically possible while it fucked. I knew she was nearing the breaking point when her still face was triggered into a licking frenzy from just a single touch of my tongue.

Sending her small shivers of utter joy while whispering she needed to release herself to me, wanted to give herself to me, let her life, her mind, her will be mine and mine alone. Then I pushed my surging dick into her ass deeply, sending a wave of devastating pleasure into her rectum and letting it echo through her body as I repeated the words of enslavement.

Her mouth began to attempt repeating my words after the forth time I did that. Then by the sixth I felt my cum starting boil as she started saying the words of enslavement without me.

I started fucking her ass freely and carefree, listening to her holler the words of enslavement, then finally as my cum exploded into her ass, she opened her eyes and screamed them before passing out.

Strangely enough, I didn't pass out after my orgasm took me. I was surprised that I even felt somewhat refreshed, and pulled my dick out of her ass with smile of satisfaction.

"Two down, a couple of billion to go," I muttered as I carefully got up off the bed.

Before I went to take a quick shower, I looked at my old cell mate sleeping peacefully on the bed. She appeared so much younger than when she first came out of the bathroom. Perhaps it was my other senses again interfering with my perception, but maybe I was just seeing her for the young woman she really was instead of the part animal part little girl her two halves had been.

Yeah.. The whole Melissa was definitely 100% all woman, and I wouldn't want her any other way.