"I can't believe we're doing this," John said as we walked down the crowded and unfamiliar hallway.

"You want to go back to our school?" I said while my eyes gave a good lookin' brunette the once over.

"No way," John said staring at a girl bending over to fish something out of the bottom of her locker. "Is it me? Or are the girls here better looking than at our school?"

"A little of both, I think," I said while mentally inquiring on the location of the girl's locker room from the nearest girl. "This way."

When we arrived at the locker room entrance, I actually had to grab John's arm to keep him from just walking in.

"I'm not ready yet," I said. "I'm having a little trouble feeling everyone out."

"Huh? Why? You said you've done this lots of times."

"I have, but it always was at our school, and I knew the layout and the schedule. Okay, I found the coach now, so just give me a minute."

We stood next to the entrance while I worked on blanketing all the girls inside with my new and improved dream state commands, discovering it harder than I thought since I didn't have Joey helping me.

I was just about finished when a blond with legs that wouldn't stop noticed us standing there and said, "Well, I haven't seen you before. Where have you been hiding all my life, good lookin'?"

"I, uhm," John said glancing at me uncertainly.

"Not you," she said, "Him."

"We've just never crossed paths before," I said ignoring John's embarrassment. "Cause if we had, I would have died a painful death if I hadn't asked you your name."

"Andrea," she said with sparking eyes. "But my friends call me Andy."

"Andy, I'm Tim, and this is John, my bud."

"Well, I hate to make face and run, but I have to go change. Maybe I'll see you later?" she said flashing me a inviting smile.

"You can count on it, Andrea," I said before grinning at John.

It only took me another minute to finish, and then I said, "Okay, John. Let's go tit hopping!"

"Fuckin' grade A, man!" John said when we got our first look at the line up. "I'm going to go nuts trying to pick just one out of these."

"Well then pick two or three. I've already made my pick, so I'll let you decide who stays and who goes. You know the rules, right?"

"Yeah, no popping cherries, and if they say they don't want to, I'm not to try and talk them into it. But can I take them all in the shower before I start weeding them out?"

"You can do whatever you want," I said stopping in front of Andy and taking in beauty of her playboy centerfold body.

"I have to admit you have one of the sexiest bodies I've ever seen," I said to her. "And I keep getting this feeling from you that you want to see what I have in the good looks department too. Am I wrong?"

Strangely enough, Andy kept silent which was completely the opposite reaction I had been expecting. I had been sure she would have been just as forward in her dream state as she had been awake, but all I got from her was a growing feeling of submission driven by some kind of lust or desire.

"My, my..." I said, tracing the curve of her mature breasts with my finger, causing shivers and goose bumps to migrate all over her beautiful body. "You certainly are full of surprises. I bet you even have a lovely moan."

My empathic senses nearly caused my dick to explode from the intense burst of desire which had followed a flash of fear. It was like nothing I had ever felt before. I was certain she had enjoyed it as much as I had, so I decided I would let my empathic senses guide me to exploring this new pleasure.

I led her over to an area between two rows of lockers, then found her expecting me to force her to knees and threaten her with something she feared to make her give me a blow job.

Normally I would have stopped right there and just look for someone else, but there was this strange feeling of her needing it while hinting at some untold pleasure as reward.

I hesitantly placed my hands on her shoulders, then applied pressure as I said, "Get on your knees, Andy."

Even though it had been more like a request than an order, she shivered as her fear began to grow. I started to reconsider going through with it, but then I felt another surge of that promised lust come from her when she had complied.

I looked down at her frightened face, but instantly found the fear strangely unreal, almost as if she was forcing herself to be frightened rather than it naturally occurring.

"All right, bitch. You see that lump in my shorts? That has your next meal inside it. So unless you want to.. er.. have something really nasty happen to ya, you better get busy."

My not too convincing threat worked all the same, and I admit her whimper and sob gave my woody an extra push as she pulled my shorts down and opened her mouth to engulf it.

As she worked her pretty lips and tongue up and down my shaft, we both began losing ourselves in the teasing surges of desire she was experiencing. It was so strange how her fear grew along her own arousal, and at some point I must have related the fear with getting our promised reward.

Without realizing it, I took a hold of her head and began slowly humping her mouth, my actions being dictated by her strange empathic need. When I had increased my speed to where I was causing her to gag, her hands came up to try and push me away. I didn't think twice about grabbing her arms to prevent her from stopping me, then got my first taste of that promised pleasure as she struggled to break away.

I forced her to the ground and humped her mouth as hard as I could while keeping her arms pinned and disabling her legs. When my balls started to signal they were about ready to go, I slowed my speed down just like empathic signals were telling me to.

The sight of the fright and tears on her face just stimulated me even more, and once I removed my shirt with one hand, I got another rush from holding her down as she began to struggle violently underneath me.

I waited until she tired, then forced my tongue into her mouth and started exploring the terrified girl's tonsils. Everything was as my empathic senses told me they were to be, Andy finding herself fighting against her increasing arousal as I raped her mouth as best I could.

When she bit my tongue in order to breathe, I gave her this smile that caused her to start crying. But the moment she felt my cock pushing up against her front door, she shouted, "No! Please, no.." while frantically attempting to get away.

She nearly succeeded too when her knee found my crotch, but I grabbed her leg as she got to her feet and then dragged her back down without any concern for if I was hurting her.

For some reason I felt the needed to say, "It's time to lose your cherry, bitch," which didn't make much sense since she wasn't a virgin.

She reacted like it had been a death sentence, and after a small frantic struggle, I found her losing her strength as her terror and arousal overcame her ability to fight.

When I plunged my cock into her dripping wet passage, she jerked like it had hurt, but then shuddered with pleasure and involuntarily flexed her vaginal muscles as I withdrew.

"You're a slut but don't know it," I said with spittle flying from my lips. "I think you're going to love fucking me whenever I decide to use you."

Despite my words making her eyes go wide with more terror, she found herself being overcome by the pleasure my penetrations were causing her. I found her arms' struggles growing weaker, and her expressions transforming from fear and pain to pleasure, then suddenly she gave out this most incredible moan I will never forget.

"Yes, you ARE a fucking slut!" I said as she started humping back with vigor. I plunged my tongue into her mouth as she began to suck on mine, then bit her tongue out of cruelty and was rewarded with the return of her fear.

"Feel how helpless you are? You can't even stop fucking me, can you?"

"NO!" she cried as tried to break away. "Uhhh!"

With an incredible surge of strength, Andy flipped me onto my back, but instead of trying to get away, she started pumping even harder.

I quickly flipped her back on bottom, then moved myself down a little and parted her willing legs farther apart.

When she felt my warhead pressing up against her asshole, she snapped to her senses a moment and cried out as my cock burrowed into her rectum. She pounded her fists against my shoulders and head as I ruthlessly fucked her tight ass, but again she started to weaken against her arousal, and suddenly she knew she could not escape becoming my mindless plaything.

She struggled for a few moments more, then gave up as her will weakened and began aiding my thrusts any way she could.

The last of her will faded away when I began nipping at her breasts and causing her to wriggle in pleasure and pain. The moment I had broken her will, I found myself wanting even more.

As I switched back to her hot cunt and again plunged my tongue into her willing mouth, I made sure she knew everything I was doing as I entered her mind.

The incredible pleasure pushing me to erase her very mind and replace it with a mindless sex slave was beyond anything I had ever felt before. And while Andy shook from the terror of having her mind slowly taken away, there was a new sensation entering the empathic link, one which seemed familiar to me, yet I wasn't sure why.

First I blocked all traces of her past life and friends from her conscious mind and replaced them with constructions of having fucked me since birth, then proceeded to deal with the trickier programming of her personality. She no longer had a name, no longer had any life of her own, only the everlasting desire to serve me and to pleasure me as best as she could make her body perform.

As I was finishing my work and approaching what I expected to be the mother of all orgasms, the familiar empathic sense grew along with my impending release. The moment my dick started its first spasm, the world exploded into corruption around me as my empathic senses quadrupled in their sensitivity and clarity.

Below me was not the beautiful and attractive girl that had been there moments before. The creature whom I was still pumping my seed deep into its insides was beyond disgusting or gross, it was evil, completely corrupted, and I was overwhelmed by the sense of whose evil it was.

"Tim!" a garbled voice cried from behind me. "What the fuck are you doing?!"

It took me a few moments to realize the terribly malformed person before me was John, but just as that came to me, I noticed the army of mutants standing around behind him.

"What is wrong with you?" John's garbled voice said to me as I shrank away. "It's okay, it's only me. Come on, Tim. You're starting to scare me here."

"No.." I said weakly as I recognized the source of the evil which had mutated the entire gym class of girls behind him, making them stand there in a dream state waiting for someone to suggest something to them. The source naturally being me...

"NO!" I said as I frantically began undoing the commands I had forced upon their innocent minds.

John started to panic as the girls around him started coming out of their dream states, especially when a few of them screamed when they saw him.

"Tim! What are you doing?!" he cried before deciding he had better get his clothes on and took off for where he had left them.

I wasn't paying attention to the havoc taking place around me, so I didn't notice a woman teacher coming in to investigate the screams and shouts. Most of the girls had at least their underwear on by that time and several were trying to explain what had happened.

A couple of girls had John cornered in the shower, and once two other women had made sure all the girls were decently dressed, the principal and a few other male adults entered including two policemen.

Every person who I laid eyes on had horrible disfigurements to my empathic senses, but I knew immediately that they were not due to the evil of one or more telepaths, but the corruption due to life itself.

I was horrified by this realization, and as I finished undoing the damage I had done to Andy's mind, a feat which I could not have done without the aid of my corrupted vision, I was overcome by my own terror for the corruption around me.

I became frantic when I found myself trapped by those monsters, and after they prevented me from escaping their hold, I sunk down onto my knees then covered my head with my arms and tried to curl up inside myself.

As I rested like that, I found my overpowering empathic senses starting to fade. The moment I was able to think straight again, I snapped my head up, drawing the attention of the two policemen, another adult, and John who was sitting on a bench handcuffed ten feet away from me.

"How are you feeling, son?" the third man said walking up to me.

I feigned confusion as I assessed the situation, then with only a slight hesitation sent the men into dream land.

"You okay?" I asked John.

"I think so. What about you?"

"I'm all right now. Sorry if I scared you," I said while having his cuffs removed.

"What happened? And why did you wake all the girls up? Shit, we're in so much trouble," he said worriedly.

"I'll explain later about what happened, but I promise you we're not in trouble," I said as I started getting dressed.

It took some doing, but I managed to clear up the mess in a couple of hours, then to John's surprise I had Andy join us at the car.

I explained everything to him before we got in the car, and I didn't argue with him when he wanted to go home rather back to our school for the day.

Once I dropped him off, I spent several hours going through Andy's mind trying to find any trace of the tampering I knew there had to have been. I gave up around four thirty that afternoon, then got myself prepared for what I knew would be the hardest thing I would ever have to do.

"Tim?" Margaret said surprised when she answered the door. "It's nice to see you, but I'm not sure this is a good time for you too.."

"Grandma? Can I have a sodie?" I heard Tommy say from inside the house.

"I'm really sorry, Margaret. Uhm, this isn't going to be pretty. Please, take Tommy in the car and go somewhere for a while. I promise nobody is going to get hurt."

She was about to argue with me when she saw it in my eyes. She glanced in the direction of Joey's room, then nodded her head and left the doorway to get her purse.

She didn't say a word as she and Tommy passed Andy who was just staring out into space. I waited until she was on the main road heading for town before entering the house of my old friend.

"Hey mom? What are we having for.." Joey said coming out of his room right as I turned the corner.

"WHAT the FUCK are you doing in MY HOUSE!" he spat.

"I take it Sarah is here?" I said walking past him towards his room.

"Joey, what's.. Oh," Sarah said coming out of his room. "What are you doing here?"

"Do you have any idea what your brother has been doing behind your back?" I said with some anger in my voice.

"What are talking about?!" she said defensively.

"Where's mom and Tommy?" Joey said.

"They went shopping," I simply said as I noticed Gina's presence. "Hello Gina."

"What do you want?" Sarah said. "You better have a good reason for being here like this."

"Oh, I do," I said, giving Joey a look that told him I had him red handed. "I'm here to stop a rapist."

"A rapist?!" Sarah said shocked. "You don't mean.."

Joey snorted and walked past us to go back into his room, surprisingly catching hold of Gina's hand and leading her over to his bed to sit together.

"I'm sorry, Sarah," I said sincerely after absorbing that scene. "Maybe you didn't have anything to do with it then."

"Tim, if you're accusing me of something, why don't you just fuckin' say it so we can all laugh at you and get it over with," Joey said.

"Fine," I said when I felt how comfortable he was of his situation. "This morning, John and I went over to Oakpark High to sample the girls there. One of the girls got really forward with me, but once I had her in a dream state, she was just the opposite, literally at the point of being submissive.

"As I was trying to get to know her better, I kept getting his strange feeling from her that she wanted me to force her to do things. When I started playing out some of those feelings, I got caught up in it and ended up raping her before taking her mind completely. But when I did, I felt something else. Something I would have never suspected in a million years."

"Sounds like you're the rapist, not Joey," Sarah said.

"I was not in control of my actions, and I can prove to you it was not me who raped her first, but your brother."

"Bull shit!" Joey said. "I haven't raped anyone. You're just trying to get back at me for losing that race!"

"Then you won't mind if I bring in a witness," I said as I summoned Andy.

"Yeah, like you haven't planted memories in her head," he snorted.

Joey didn't show any sign of recognition when Andrea came in the room, and while I was positive he was cloaking his true feelings and thoughts, for the first time I began to wonder if I could have been wrong.

As Sarah sorted through Andy's mind, Joey and I played glaring games with each other, my doubt growing when he emitted feelings of tenderness for Gina between battles. I had been so sure he was using Gina for her telepathy when I saw them sit down, but now I wondered if there wasn't something more innocent going on.

"Well, all I can find is one Tim Brandton raping one Andrea Duffy," Sarah said finally. "I can't find any signs of tampering or ever having met Joey, so I think you better start apologizing."

"I'm telling you she was raped before," I said caught slightly off balance. "Everything I did was caused by some kind of empathic memory...."

"Empathic memory?!?" Joey sneered. "Oh, that's a good one. Next thing you know he'll be blaming me for killing Kennedy, saying Kennedy's ghost told him so!"

"I think you've carried this far enough," Sarah said to me. "You just can't admit you lost control and raped her yourself, so you're trying to blame it on Joey. Aren't you?"

"No!" I said after pausing to consider it. "I felt someone else's evil within her, not mine! It wasn't me! It was someone else! I swear I thought it felt like Joey, but maybe it wasn't. I don't want it to be him, believe me. You don't know how hard it was for me to even come over here!"

"Oh, now he's saying he didn't want to accuse me of being a rapist. Well, you sure sounded like you wanted to. Why don't you go home and let that faggot fuck you a while. Or maybe you shouldn't. I wouldn't want Eric getting raped by a sicko like you."

"You leave Eric out of this, you fucker," I growled at him. "Sarah, please just help me find the memory someone has..."

"I thought your dad was the specialist," Joey sneered. "Why don't you take her home to him and let him waste his time? Shit. Get the fuck out of my house before I do something we'll both regret."

"Sarah, please. Something isn't right about all of this," I said scanning Andy's mind intensely. "Andy came on to me before I ever even scanned her. Something about the way I was standing outside the locker room must have reminded.."

"That's IT!" Joey said getting up and coming full steam at me. "YOU GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!"

I barely avoided getting body slammed by him, and had to dive for the floor when he grabbed his prize baseball bat and swung it as hard as he could at my gut. Then to my surprise, I found my mind under attack by the two women as Joey prepared to bash my head in from above.

"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING!" I screamed at them as I overrode Joey's arms and tossed the bat aside. "You try and enslave me while letting him beat me to pulp?!"

"LET ME GO!" Joey screamed as he frantically struggled to use his limp arms. "I'LL... I'LL KILL YOU FOR THIS!!"

"STOP TRYING TO ENSLAVE ME!" I shouted at them while commanding Joey's legs to lower him to the floor.

"I knew you were unstable from the moment I first saw you," Sarah said. "You're sick, twisted, and somehow you think you can convince me that Joey is just like you. I'm going to make sure you never bother our family again..."

"What did I ever do to you to make you hate me?" I said with disgust. "I lost my best friend because of you, twice! Once while trying to find you, and then again when you released that monster he carries around in his head. I don't know how, but I'm going to prove to you that I'm not the one you should be trying to take control of! Now stop it before I have to.."

"What are you going to do? Use your empathy on them?" Joey mocked.

"Yeah... That's a great idea!" I said before detecting the first sensation of concern from him.

"Okay, Sarah. Time for you to link with me instead of Gina, then experience Timmy's corrupto-vision first hand."

"Like you cou.." she said before I disabled her attack on my mind and issued the rest of the commands.

"No! STOP!" Sarah said desperately. "I won't believe anything that happens to me! You hear me?! I... Oh my GOD! What's happening?"

I was focusing everything I had into my empathic senses, the disturbing feeling growing slowly at first, then all of a sudden it expanded and overwhelmed me again.

Or I should say us. I had never tried to simulate the images and sensations from my empathic horror show before, so I was somewhat surprised to find it had actually worked. But then I wasn't really thinking of these things as Sarah and I looked at the creatures around us. While the images and sensations we were experiencing were horrible and grotesque, the link somehow stabilized our emotional states to where we were able to function rationally.

When my eyes examined the others one by one, my suspicions of Joey's evil doings were confirmed by finding the same visible distortion within Gina as Andy.

I did miss the fact that Joey had countered my commands which had disabled him, and if Sarah hadn't noticed him raising the bat behind me, I would have surely been dead on its down stroke.

Once the hidden link between Gina and Joey had been broken, Sarah aided me in removing the incredible stealth programming Joey had used on her and Andy. It was satisfying in a sense to feel as if we were on the same side finally, but that only lasted until I discovered her preparing to alter her brothers mind.

"No, Sarah," I said as I prevented her from continuing by breaking the share link. "I won't let you make the same mistake I made. Like it or not, this is the true Joey. If you really care for him, let him be what he chooses to be. He will never forgive you if you don't. Believe me. I know."

Because of the argument we had afterwards, I didn't notice how my empathic senses hadn't returned to normal until I left the house.

All around me, everywhere I went, people young and old were littered with the scars and disfigurements of their corruption. I realized something was very wrong with me when every attempt to return my empathic sensitivity back to normal not only failed, but increased the difficulty holding myself together afterwards. I barely had enough sense to find my way to the North mansion for help, and only got as far as the garage before losing it from the sight of one of my father's slaves.

I experienced a living nightmare as I was carried by the undead minions of evil to their master and mistress. The torment I must have put them through.. Seeing their son senseless with fear, then realizing that they were the biggest source of that fear...

It took me several days to adjust to the hellish vision which I simply could not turn off. The shock of seeing the monster which claimed to be Eric nearly sent me over the edge again, for I had convinced myself that Eric's loving soul would be free of disfigurement and wouldn't have a trace of corruption.

But Eric was almost as horrible as my parents and the slaves. While I had never inserted controls into his mind, I had shared enough of my own corruption to scar him deeply and permanently to make him a monster beyond those I had seen on my way home.

And the twins... I couldn't even recognize them. Period. To my over sensitive empathic senses, they weren't human at all, but some kind of alien or synthetic monsters who seemed to have this very distinct evil signature emitting from their beings. It wasn't Joey's, mine or anyone else's I had felt before. But yet it was slightly familiar...

The only reason I later knew it was the twins was from their own empathic abilities touching my own for a moment before they fled from my presence in deep sorrow. I had the distinct feeling they believed I wasn't going to survive this empathic nightmare, and that was pretty hard to take.

I couldn't even find relief staying alone in the south mansion. My own corruption seemed to be the greatest of all to my starved empathic senses, and if it hadn't been for my mother coming to check on me one day, I probably would have finished myself off with a hairdryer in the bath or something.

You see, when my mother appeared at my bedroom door, I felt something pure and uncorrupted within her. It was the most beautiful and precious thing I had ever experienced, and I started crying happily as it came closer.

I found peace cuddling nude with my pregnant mother, and as I curled up in her arms, I gently touched the pure life form with my mind. My brother, my unborn baby sibling was like an angel sent from heaven to help me. Untouched by corruption, completely free from empathic disfigurement, I was drawn to the cleansing power of his soul.

I must have spent hours attempting to become the perfect being I thought he was. But in the end, the only resemblance between us was the fact we were both curled up in the fetal position while feeling the warmth and heartbeat of our mother.

I would have given anything to trade places with him, and told him so before sort of making it happen. The two way only lasted a few moments, but the things which we had shared in that small amount of time gave me the strength to live through the hell around me for the next several weeks.

But this came with the price of permanently corrupting my unborn baby brother, his yet unorganized thoughts having grasped my desire to be within my mother's womb. It was an unfortunate mistake on my part, and immediately regretted it when his pureness clouded and the beauty of his being faded away never to return.

I did not witness his birth, and this I will always regret. And while my mother did not have any difficulty giving birth to Richie, he was an extremely troubled baby afterwards, probably because he was not in the one place he wished to be.

I now know that the corruption I had focused on in my empathic visions were for the most part simply the scars of life on our souls. I love my little brother, and while I wouldn't dream of denying any of life's corrupting experiences, I truly wish he hadn't figured out what a penis was for when he was two. Life is best lived spread out through one's lifetime, but Richie has already fucked enough for three lifetimes, and he still has a couple of years to go before he enters puberty.

Oh God.. Richie going through puberty?!? Now that will truly be a living nightmare.