Archive-name: Control/book.txt
Archive-author: Blackie
Archive-title: Book, The


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Part 1

Bob had lived in the house for five years before he found the book.

One day he was cleaning the crawl space, for the first time, when he
spotted a small brown cover under the ancient dust.  It was no more
than a quarter inch thick, but was not noticeably different from some
of the unevenly laid boards.  He only found it when he placed his hand
on the flooring to brace himself, only to slide six or seven inches.

The brown little binder reminded him of the little accounting notepads
he'd seen at the office supply store. It was 5 inches wide, 7 inches
tall, with no title or markings on the outside.  Inside were
handwritten scrawls he simply couldn't make out in the dark of the
crawl space.  So finally, after clearing the years of dust away, he
tucked the book into his back pocket.

During one of his trips downstairs he dropped it onto his desk.  Now
it rested in a small pile of other papers he meant to clear away, as
soon as the chance arose.

The chance didn't arise that day, and by the end of the week the stack
paper had grown enough to conceal the book again.  Bob forgot it for a
time.  When he remembered it one night, it was beyond his memory where
he placed the book.

So there it remained; buried in papers, on his desk, for months. Bob
wasn't very prompt clearing away his old bills and letters. The book
was there waiting though, when the time came.

====

Betty was seeing Bob now. She was a pert 5 foot 6 inch beauty with
long dark hair, weighing in at about 115 pounds.  Bob liked to look at
her, almost as much as he would like to spend a few private hours
exploring her naked body.  He imagined her firm breasts, the soft feel
of her skin, and the contours of her naked ass often.  But although
they'd been dating for 5 months, the closest he'd come was a
disappointing necking session.  It lasted only long enough for her to
point out the food he was cooking would burn.

She would also boss him around a bit.  It seemed to him as though his
vacation with her was entirely her idea, including his paying for it.
Yet they slept separately. And when he suggested that the vacation was
her doing, she pointed out that he brought the idea up, hadn't he? He
was at a loss how that happened.

If they went out for dinner, she chose the cuisine, whether he liked
it or not.  Seeing a movie frequently meant one she wanted to see,
although it kept sounding like it was his idea.  He wasn't entirely
sure how it kept happening.  She seemed pretty pleased with him
though, but sex was not part of the arrangement.

She also had a brutal temper when offended.  He was starting to wonder
if the list of offensive issues was too long to continue seeing her.
Still, he hadn't had any other dates lately and she was friendly
enough for most activities.

Betty also came to his house regularly for meals, TV, and rental
movies. Bob didn't mind much, except he'd also like some intimacy to
go with the other social activities. But now she'd decided he needed
to straighten up the house a bit, since she was there more often.
Since he wasn't doing the cleaning, she took a hand in the process,
and if he didn't watch closely, he had to fish things out of the
trash.

She would only pout and ask "what do you need that old thing for
anyway?" By the time he finished explaining, it was something else
that required rescuing from the sanitary engineers.

Bob suspected she had a permanent relationship in mind, particularly
since the cleaning assault started. When he confronted her about
getting more intimate, she told him "I'm waiting, soon enough either
we'll be getting married or not seeing each other any more. I'm saving
sex for marriage. You wouldn't like damaged goods would you?"  Bob
tacitly agreed, but thought, I don't believe it makes anyone damaged.

She cooled to him for a while, and getting her to be sociable became
more difficult. But when the subject didn't come up again for a while,
everything returned to normal. Sort of.

During her cleaning project on his house, his desk became one of her
afternoon cleaning sessions. She was sorting the papers into neat
piles. That is when the book resurfaced.

"What's this?" She asked.

"I dunno," he replied, "I found it while cleaning the crawl space.
Thought I'd lost it."

"Well, here," she said, tossing the book to him, "You find it a home,
it doesn't seem to belong with the rest of your papers." And so saying
she went back to organizing, sorting and cleaning. And Bob thought to
himself, taking over my life, sigh.  It wouldn't be so bad if I got
laid out of all this.  He watched her backside for time as she
flattened the sheets of paper and stacked them neatly for storage.

He looked at the book for a minute and went to the living room.
Dropping into his favorite chair, he opened the book to see what was
in it.  He had to turn on the reading lamp to make out the writing.

At first he thought it was gibberish.  In fact, although he could make
out the characters clearly now, it was in no script or language he'd
ever seen before.  The unusual writing was done in a neat, practiced
hand, with embellishments that came from frequent use. He felt certain
the author had used the letters many times before and was accustomed
to writing in small script.  The book was confusing to thumb through.

After a few pages though it started to make sense, even though he
could still see only nonsense characters.  He went back to the first
page.

He translated the title page loosely in his mind, _being an effort to
document the control of response from experimental subjects_.  As he
read the book, he found the notes documenting symbology for a proposed
language to communicate thought.  This lead to discussion, he thought,
of some kind of experiment to pass ideas to others without speaking.
When he got to the end of the notebook, he vaguely understood the
symbols outlined, but concluded the book was nonsense.  He was still
inclined to keep it, but couldn't say why.

"Well, what is that thing?" Betty's voice came from the door to the
kitchen.

"I think some kid was trying to write some kind of prank about their
science class, you want to look?"

"Sure," she said walking over towards him sensually, the usual fluid
wave motion her hips moved in when she walked.  He still couldn't
understand how she could be so lithe and sexy, yet have no inclination
to arousal. She took the book and opened it to the first page. After
squinting and staring, her tongue lightly caressing her lips as she
obviously struggled to make out the characters.

"What language is this in?"

"I couldn't tell you. Never saw it before in my life."

"I'd say someone was doodling if it weren't so consistent and smoothly
written."

"Well, from what I can make out..."

"What!," She interrupted, "you can read this gibberish?"

"Well, kind of..."

"Oh, sure! and I'm a monkey." She was starting to show severe signs of
mad, "If you never saw anything like it before, you aren't going to
tell me you can read this!" She threw the book at him and stormed out
of the room.  Seductively waving, Bob thought to himself, her little
ass all the way.

Bob sighed. Then he put the book in a storage box in his basement,
along with many other books he figured to have on shelves when they
got built. The box itself got stacked with the rest of the boxes. And
by Saturday, if Bob was asked, he wouldn't remember which.

The book had found itself a new place to hide. If a book could be
believed to have such plans and schemes.

====

A week or so later, Bob thought about the contents of the book as he
went to talk to his boss at work about getting off friday as
compensation for extra time he'd worked last month.  It never worked
to ask, but he kept trying anyway.

Bob decided to try the symbols in his mind. As he walked into the
office he pushed the idea of the day off towards his boss.

"George, I'd like some of my time back from last month.  I know I'm
salaried, but I keep having to work a lot of extra hours, and it's
getting to be too regular."

"Bob, you come in it seems, every other month or so with this
request." The man at the desk leaned back as if thinking it over. He
always did.

"Yes, but this is getting to be the norm rather than the exception."
Bob had decided to try this approach, but at the same time he reached
out with the book's symbols trying to impress the reasonableness of
his request.

"This time I guess I agree with you," responded George. "Just let
Marcy know. I'm not promising this will happen again though."

Surprised, but not certain how persuasive the symbols from the book
were, as opposed to how George may have simply decided to reward his
hard work, Bob stopped to talk to Marcy. Marcy, the secretary working
with George and his group, made note of the day as a compensation day.

====================++

As he walked to the mens room he thought about the results of his
experiment.  It was awfully convenient, possibly coincidental. He
couldn't be sure if something had happened or not.

An extremely attractive blond, willowy figured with her hair in a bun,
and boobs, as Bob thought of them, too large for her frame and
weight, was walking the other way.

Amusing himself, Bob imagined himself reaching out with the symbols of
the book to her. Turn around, he thought, and walk to the storage room
at the end of the hall, get undressed quickly for me...

To his amazement, she smiled coyly at him, spun on her heals and
walked smoothly down the hall to the storage room.  With one hand she
was unhooking her dress, the other was opening the door. Then she was
inside, and Bob was still stunned as he looked down the hall.

He warily stepped down the hall and through the still open door.  The
light was still off, so he flicked the switch as he closed the door
behind him.

Before him, hands on her naked knees, sitting demurely atop her
discarded clothing, she smiled, lightly tilted her head and slowly
pushed her chin forward as if posing for a photographer.

Bob knew this woman.  This was Fran from the purchasing department. He
knew she was married, and confirmed this again by looking at her ring
finger. Sure enough there were two rings, a wedding ring and an
engagement ring.  Her hair still in a bun, she looked about 28 or 29
years old.  Not certain how to approach this opportunity, he stood
taking in the glorious view.

"Do this often?," He finally asked feeling more than a little awkward
and uncertain.

"I just thought it would be nice to let you see how nice I look
without my clothes," then she frowned, one of those little 'how did
that happen' frowns that looks as though it would be nice to have
happen again. "I can't imagine why I've never done this for you
before.  I'd be glad to undress for you any time though."

Bob crossed the room and reached out to touch her breast. Shocked and
startled she slapped his hand away. She shook an attractive finger at
him.

"Look, don't touch," was her pronouncement, "You may see everything
you want, but I'm married."  She slowly got to her feet again and did
a small pirouette as he admired her tight bottom, and large tits. Her
hands caressed both the curve of her hips and the undersides of the
still firm breasts as she turned for him to look.

Bob suddenly felt vaguely guilty, taking advantage of a married woman.
But the thought quickly passed.  Bob brought the symbols back into his
thoughts and pushed thoughts of being aroused towards her. He also
worked in the idea that she would like him to take care of her aroused
state.

"unggghh," she moaned lowly. This time as she turned her eyelids were
gently fluttering to half open and her tongue showed ever so slightly
between her lips. "I think, unggh, you better help me with this..."
she trailed off into another light moan.

This time as he reached out to her breast, she took his hand and led
it directly to the nipple.  Fran immediately shuddered with his touch.
The heat of the act rose in his groin.  Her eyes, a light blue with
touches of silver, opened wide, looking deeply into his.  A groan of
ecstasy crossed her lips. Suddenly her pelvis began to thrust wildly
as she went into orgasm. Fran came quickly, before he could touch more
than her nipple, pulling and pinching it.

To Bob's disappointment, she was now coming down physically from her
sex act. He was still rising.  She folded back into the
kneeling/sitting position on her clothes, panting with the look of
after sex distraction.  Another light shudder from Fran gave Bob
another strong pulsation in his groin.  But he could clearly see she
was spent. He figured he could make her reach that peak again, but
thought he'd like better control over the process.

He realized he didn't quite understand his new found ability yet.  He
would need to try some other way to use it before he did this again.
On the other hand, he thought, Fran will make a great toy while I
learn. He smiled. In her recovery, she curled the corners of her mouth
up in an almost lecherous grin,..  almost.  As one last moan seeped
out, her eyes drooped and her chin strained forward again. God!, she
really responded like dynamite, thought Bob.

"Well," she said, "I'm afraid they'll start missing me soon if I don't
get back. We'll have to find a better way to do this," she coyly
licked her lips looking at him, "I don't know what to tell Joe though,
he won't want me to leave him, but that was better than any orgasm
I've ever had before."

Whooooops, "Why do you need to tell Joe," her husband, he realized.
"Why don't we keep this our secret?"

She pouted. "Oh, but I can't let this stop, its better than I've ever
known it could be. Besides, I need you soo bad, I don't think I can go
without you now."

With this she virtually plastered her body to his and sank her tongue
into his mouth in one pulsating kiss, one hand gently caressing his
crotch through his pants. This served only to remind him that he
hadn't gotten off yet, and was very excited himself.

"Do you think you could take care of my...," he started, and realized
he had a meeting he'd be late for already. He'd miss it completely if
he continued to play. He sighed.

Instead he pushed the thoughts at her that this tryst was their
secret, only they should know about it, and she would forget about any
sexual activities with him when he wasn't around. He add the last for
fear her husband might worm it out of her anyway... as she turned to
leave, he ran his fingers across her breasts, down her side, and
carefully rubbed her bottom, sliding his middle finger along the
crack between her cheeks.  Fran lightly breathed an animalistic
groan as she left.

Somewhat frustrated, but intrigued by this power, he slipped into the
meeting. For effect he projected to everyone that he'd been there all
along.

====

That night he began to dig through boxes in the basement. If he could
find the book, maybe, just maybe there was something to explain
controlling subjects better.

He dug through the boxes for almost two hours before he finally
found the book.  It was as he remembered it, brown and small. He took
it up to his bedroom to examine.

The rest of the evening Bob spent studying and re-studying the book's
narration.  The symbols became easier to translate, and he found
himself thinking in terms of the symbols rather than english for the
concepts.  He realized it didn't matter because he was never going to
explain these concepts to anyone.  The easier it became to think this
way, the more he could feel the symbols in his head.

Finally, he looked at the clock and saw it was nearly 1:00 AM.  He
needed to work Thursday, and he needed sleep.  Before going to sleep
he decided this book required a good safe place for keeping it. He
didn't want anyone else to see it or get a chance to read it.

The only other person that knew about it was Betty.  Bob figured she'd
shown no interest, and was confused or unable to decipher the symbols.
She'd probably already forgotten it. If she ever asked, he could tell
her the book was thrown out.

It occurred to Bob that if anyone found out what he could do, there
would be problems.  Notorious secret agencies and spies, etc. Suddenly
this became very frightening.  He had no idea who or what would want
to have this knowledge but he could imagine many people that would
kill to get it.

He went to sleep thinking of this.

Not surprisingly, his dreams were filled with hostile agents and 'men
from the government, here to help you'. At one point, Betty was
sucking his cock and saying between licks, "now remember, I agreed to
do this if you just hand over the book."  He woke up startled and
aroused.  It took seconds to see that nobody was in his bedroom with
him.

He managed a shaky shower, dressed, and carefully embedded the book
back into the box in the basement.  If it took him two hours to find
it there, it would be unlikely anyone else would find it quickly
burgling his house.

He ate his breakfast with abandon, and rushed off to work.
====

It was Thursday and Bob couldn't keep his mind on work.  He thought
about the fun he'd had playing in the storage room with Fran the day
before.  He began to wonder if he could get her there again today.

He wandered by Fran's desk, but she wasn't there.  Asking after her,
he discovered she was out for the morning at a vendor site for
contract work.  Disappointed, he thought about looking around the
building for another prospective subject.

After a moment though, he thought better of the idea and went back to
work. Fran was someone he'd already touched.  It might be a good idea
to use only the subject he already had worked on before moving to
someone else. So instead he wrapped himself in the design he was
working up and shortly, was very involved.

After rereading a new section he'd written, he looked up and around
the office. Something different was going on in his mind today.

He looked an Randi, the brunette across the aisle from him. He could
see, at least in his mind, the book's symbols moving through her mind.
With a little effort he could make out her thoughts, piecemeal, as she
worked.  A stream of ideas and actions melded together as Randi worked
her project.  He wondered if he could just block them for a moment.

As as he thought of this, he tried it. He instinctively knew which
symbol to use and where to insert it. He realized after he'd done it
that he'd intended to behave himself until Fran was back. Well, after
all, my patience is thin today, he thought.

Meanwhile, Randi, had sat back and looked stumped.  She started to
scowl. The same problem kept spinning in the patterns in her mind, and
every time the solution she'd been working towards came up, Bob's
symbol blocked it out.  He grinned to himself, and withdrew the
symbol.  She immediately smiled to herself and scrambled to commit the
solution to paper.

Bob remembered Randi at a party he'd had for the office.  His house
was a mess afterwards, and she'd attended with a skinny bookish
fellow.  She'd kept that guy on a short leash all night.  In fact the
only time he saw the guy away from her was when he'd gone to the can.

Bob looked at Randi closely as though for the first time. Her hair was
down to her shoulders with decorative clips one either side above her
ears.  Today she was wearing a trousers and blouse combination.
Faintly, through the blouse, he could see a thin bra, although he
couldn't make out her nipples.  Her breasts were small, but round
enough to give her more than a boyish shape. She had dark eyes with a
thin nose nestled between and below. Her lips were moist and smooth
with just a touch of teeth or tongue occasionally showing as she
appeared to mutter to herself.

Bob checked the time. Fran wouldn't be back yet for two more hours.
Since he was toying with Randi now, well, what the heck.  He started
to examine her closely to see what the symbols looked like when she
thought.

He discovered there was more than one stream of thought in process.
Apparently, most of the nervous system was passing symbols about. He
wondered that so many streams could run at once, but the conscious
stream was the strongest, most active. He tried inserting an itch
sensation into the stream from her shoulder.

Immediately, without dropping any other activity, Randi began to
scratch her shoulder. He dropped the sensation and she stopped
scratching.

Now, that was something! He pushed a tickle and tingle sensation into
her nipples.  He was satisfied to see them pop visibly hard under her
blouse and bra.  She took in a sharp breath but continued to work,
resisting the new urge to pay attention to the arousal of her tits.
The result seemed to enhance her state so she began to squirm a bit in
her seat.  A bead of sweat rolled down to her eyebrows.

Now Bob was excited.  He wanted to see if her could make her orgasm
publicly without any contact.  So now he reached out into her body to
stimulate the nerves in her crotch.  Without dropping the manipulation
of her tits, he moved to a sensation from the lips of her pussy, to
the clit itself, gently increasing the strength without controlling
any other body functions.

She visibly lost her concentration on the project now.  Looking around
she saw Bob looking at her, and developed a look of panic.  Her breath
was coming in panting rhythm and her hips had begun a slight sway.  She
clearly suffered embarrassment at her sudden loss of control. He saw
her suppress a moan.  He kept moving the sensations and increasing the
strength.  He eyelids drooped, her tongue moistened her lips and she
began to stretch her head and neck from side to side.

Randi turned red with obvious embarrassment.  Amused, Bob shot her his
best quizzical look.  Her stifled moans were turning into sharp grunts.
Her hand moved to her crotch.  Seemingly she struggled, twisting in
her chair a few moments, hoping to suppress the unexpected bodily
activity. It was hopeless though.  She gave in to her body and slipped
the hand into her pants.  Bob could only see her arm go under the
desk, but he knew exactly what she was fingering.  Looking around to
see if anyone else could see, Randi gave up the idea of keeping Bob
from seeing her condition. A moment later her other hand caressed and
twisted her nipples, allowing Bob a view of her delicately red painted
fingernails.

She came with a loud thump, almost convulsively, as she suppressed as
much sound as she could, jamming her fist in her mouth, her teeth
biting down on the knuckles. The stifling little gasps and sobs that
followed were a delight to Bob's ears.

As she finished Randi hung her head to her chest, tucked her feet
under the chair spreading her knees, both hands embraced the desk
about 4 feet apart.  She gasped in the air to stabilize her body. Her
hair curtained her face.

Finally, after regaining some composure, she looked up at Bob. He was
still watching her with an intensity given of a man who was horny.

"I don't know what came over me," again she flushed with embarrassment.

"I found that very exciting, myself. Do you have this happen often?"
he asked as innocently as possible.  He really didn't want to give
himself away.  Looking at the clock, he realized that this had only
used 15 minutes of the 2 hours before Fran returned.  An hour and
three quarters remained. Should he take Randi, certainly not here,
but should he take her, too?

"You certainly got a cheap thrill at my expense then, didn't you?!" she
snapped, anger rising in her.

"Don't blame me, I never touched you or even got close."

"Yeah," she eased back. "I guess I lost control. That never happened
to me before!"

"You have a boyfriend?, I mean do you get enough or maybe do you get
excited sensually by yourself when you aren't getting any?"

"I just broke up with John. I don't need to, um, get any, to be just
fine thank you."  That did it.  He looked for the stream from her eyes
and added a touch of excitement to it whenever she looked his way.
Just a touch.

"Well, I can't figure it out, but I really liked watching you."

"Look you, I don't need you watching me masturbate at work," then she
looked at him again, and this time she half lurched. "on the other
hand..." She had that look of realization cross her face. That look
someone gets as if seeing something they've seen before in a whole new
light. "Um, let's not talk about this now, okay?"

"Okay." he replied. "Instead, let's find a place to fuck."

"Whatever do you think I am!?," He reached under her conscious
controls and planted suggestions to meet him in the storage room in 5
minutes. "Some kind of whore?  You animal , Bob, you'd better leave me
alone or so help me, you'll never hear the end of this."

"Okay Randi, but don't blame me if you can't control those spontaneous
orgasms.  You did so well with that last one, I hardly noticed. By the
way, I'll try the storage room and wait there for you."

Humiliated by her own body, she turned away from him in anger. He just
got up and walked down the hall to the storage room to wait.  "You'll
wait a long time," she called out to him.

Shortly after he'd closed the door, Randi came storming in. He tried
to look a little surprised, after all she thought he'd been told off.

"What are you doing?," she demanded.

"What do you mean?" Again he reached under the conscious level and
instructed her body to find the clothing very uncomfortable in his
presence.

"Whatever makes you think I'd want to screw a twerp like you!?" That
stung, but he was in control of what her body was doing, she was still
only acting out rage at being caught in a public orgasm.

She turned towards the door.  Instead of exiting though, she took off
her shoes and started unbuttoning the pants.

Bob reached around her and began to play with her nipples through the
blouse. He tweaked the body controls to prevent her from stopping him.
Her body went loose from the arousal.

"You are making it difficult to undress, jerk. Why am I undressing?"
She was startled to find her body was still not following the
conscious decisions she made to avoid this encounter.

He withdrew his hands and took off his clothing, then locked the door.
It hadn't occurred to him anyone would bother them, but what the heck.

"I really don't want to do this Bob." Randi continued to protest as
she fondled his now rigid manhood.

"Your lying. Now maybe since you used the term, I'll just call you a
whore when we're in private."

She was clearly stunned at the abusive tone he'd begun to take. But
she knelt down and tenderly licked his prick. Rubbing the flat sides
of her teeth along the length of it she also began playing with his
balls.

"You must be some kind of whore, or you wouldn't have come straight
here to be fucked" Bob reiterated, pushing the humiliation buttons in
her head too.  She opened her beautiful moist lips and engulfed the
head of his penis.  Although not 'hung' as porn stars, Bob had a good
sized cock, about 6+7 inches long, but thicker than most. She
struggled trying to get it all the way back to her throat.  He could
feel her tongue wrapping lightly around the glans as she closed her
eyes and tried to vacuum an eruption from him.

Bob could feel motion build inside himself as he pressed her head
against his cock.  Her lips and teeth continued to reach for the root
of the organ, and he could see that she was starting to become aroused
again herself.

He pulled out of her mouth.

"Stand up, lean against the shelves over there." He pointed out a low
shelf that would force her into a bent in the middle position.

"No fucking way, you animal, I don't want to do this with you."

"I'm not keeping you here, by all means leave," he lied. She could no
more leave now than he could fly.  She couldn't tell that though.
Meekly, she assumed the position he suggested.

"Okay, but try not to hurt me." she was resigned to this performance.
He had to do something to perk her up, so he planted the same raging
heat in her that made her come at her desk. "hnuhn" came moaning from
her now as he touched her.  He guided his prick into her cunt while
she clutched the shelf with her hands. A throaty, "yesssss" rewarded
his penetration.  He began to pump away, slowly at first and then
faster. She continued to "yesss" and "unngg ooooh, plleeeease" as he
thrust in again and again. He reached under her as his hips whacked
her ass, and found her little tits.

A sharp twist of the nipples generated another series of outrageous
moaning from his personal whore. She began to come. Her pelvis humped
as hard as it could against his manhood.  She suppressed the scream
into an almost barking cough, but he didn't let up. He forced her body
right back into aroused state by pushing the correct symbols back in
place. Already exhausted, she pumped with the adrenaline of another
rising orgasm.

Up from his scrotum built a liquid fire sensation that he'd never felt
before.  He didn't stop pumping the liquid fire into her for what
seemed like forever.  He finally pulled out washed with pleasure and
joy.  That was his first fuck in almost a year.

"Happy you scum?" She was flushed with that freshly fucked look, but
still was hostile consciously about what was happening.  He found that
exciting too.

"Lick me clean, whore." She shook her head, but to her own amazement
was soon carefully washing his cock and balls of her juices and his
come, with her tongue.

"I don't know why I did this with you," she worked in between licks,
"But you better not tell anyone or so help me..."

"Come to my house after work tomorrow." He answered. He simply added
this as an unconscious command rather than justify himself verbally.
This could be real fun.  I gotta do Fran today too, he thought.

"No fuckin' way, bastard," she continued to lick.  He was up again and
pulled her face into his prick. She opened her mouth and took it in
again with a little maneuvering.  Her tongue felt good working the
seam on the bottom, and before he knew it, the come spurted into her
mouth, and as he pulled out, all over her face.

"Now look what you've done!" she snapped.

"Hard to avoid with your pretty little whore face. Before you leave
hadn't you better get dressed." She snarled in his general direction
as she pulled on her pants. He walked up behind her while she snapped
them closed, and took the opportunity for another grasp at those lovely
little tits. "You also best admit you are my whore to use, or everyone
in the office will hear, and maybe several others will take turns
too."

She blanched. "I,uh,I..." She realized she couldn't let anyone know
she'd done this. She might lose her job.  How could she have allow Bob
the liberties he'd just taken with her?

"Come on slut, you can say it. Tell me you're my property and you
really want to be my whore."

"Fuck you!" she was confused still over her bodily responsiveness.

"Tut tut, you could be in the sack with someone really repulsive if
you keep that up."

"I'm your fuckin' whore, goddamnit"

"Not good enough, bitch." He waited, brutally twisting her nipples now
to stress the point.  He could see the shot of pain/pleasure rise
through her chest to her throat.  To her astonishment the humiliation
was beginning to excite her too. She couldn't tell this had been Bob's
doing also.

"I'm your whore, your personal slut." she finally got out in a demure,
half seductive, half aroused voice.

"Fine, I'll expect you at seven tomorrow. Come dressed nicely."  She
slipped away finally and Bob pulled his own clothes on. He relished
the thought of having Randi and Fran at his beck and call.

====

He stopped by Purchasing that afternoon.  Randi had been avoiding his
eyes since this morning, but he knew she'd show up Friday night.  It
was time to get Fran in line as well.

This time the blond was sitting at her desk.  Her lovely lips moved as
she spoke into the phone.  He could make out her nipples through the
blouse and bra she wore.  He slipped up behind her and leaned across
her shoulders.  Her cleavage was unstable as she moved her shoulders
back so he'd get a better view. She smiled up at him and licked her
lips as she spoke to someone apparently chasing a Purchase Order.

He could easily make out his control symbols imposed on her
personality.  Yesterday, he'd been pretty clumsy with the process,
but today he could see more subtle paths to manipulate the responses.
He spent a few minutes adjusting her view of him as her secret lover,
and her assumptions about what he was entitled to do. Of course, he
left the control that she'd forget about all this when not with him.

He looked around. Her low cubical walls wouldn't hide much, but no one
was around. He slid his hand inside and down the back of her skirt,
slipping a finger into the crack of her ass. She frantically looked
around to reassure herself no one was watching, but kept talking on the
phone.

After fingering Fran for a moment, with the delight catches in her
breath while she spoke on the phone, Bob decided they should retire to
a more private location.  He scribbled a note, 'when you get free,
call me'. Before he left he gently palmed both of her breasts and
tweaked the nipples, this elicited a moan she had to cover the phone
to conceal. She looked at the note and nodded.

He wanted to take her right there while she was on the phone, those
big tits were so damned tempting, and the idea of putting her through
the paces while talking on the phone really turned him on. He would
wait though until she called. He went back to his desk.

Shortly the phone rang.  Fran for certain.

"Hiya," nope it was Betty. "I need to you remember to get some glue
for that project I'm working on."

"Right, uh, Betty could you come by on Saturday instead of tomorrow
night," he had completely forgotten their date, "something came up."

"Well, if you say so, what's doing?"

"Um, I gotta see Ben," yeah that's it, "He's going to help me rebuild
the speakers for my stereo."

"Oh." the pause wasn't too long, "Okay, be there in the morning then.
Ta!"  Click!

Before he could pin down when she'd come by, she'd disconnected. Shit.

He wasn't sure he wanted to adjust her to conceal knowledge of his new
pets.  He was beginning to suspect the adjustments should be much more
subtle than he'd managed so far... then the phone range again.

"Hello?"

"Bob, this is Fran," she didn't sound too busy to provide the service
he needed now. "Why am I supposed to call you?"

Ooops, he thought.

"We're supposed to meet this afternoon." he waited with concern.

"Why?, I don't handle purchases for your group any more. And there's
nothing on this note to indicate we were to meet."

Bob suppressed a rising panic.  The symbols had failed to hold! Wait!
the instructions she was given were valid when they were together! She
just didn't see them being together right now, so of course she was
forgetting everything.  He tried to reach out over to her through the
phone.  All he could sense was a wisp of the symbols, and even that
wasn't over the phone, it was through the building... What to do?

"Tell you what, I'll come to your desk and explain it to you."

"That'll do, bring the paperwork for whatever this is about, and we'll
figure out who should really be taking care of you." click! He'd show
her who should take care of him!

"Hey Randi," he called across to the brunette. She looked up, somewhat
apprehensive, remembering her unwilling pleasure that morning. "Look
after my phone for a while, I'm going to see someone in purchasing."

She nodded. For the sake of the leisure fun of it he inserted a
suggestion in her to slip off to the woman room to masturbate again,
thinking of course of him. He stopped at her desk a moment, long
enough to see her eyes pick up the lustful droop and her nipples
harden up in response.  She looked up at him.

"Oh no," she had a bit of panic as well as lust in her voice, "Bob,
its happening again" this last she whispered, but followed with a
moan.

"Maybe you better go to the can for some privacy this time, whore."

She scrambled to her feet and started down the corridor.  He could
see her buns squeezing together in spasms of anticipation.

When he got to Fran's desk, she had on a pair of glasses and was
gripping a pencil between her luscious lips as she typed at her
terminal.  Seeing him, her eyes widened, the pencil dropped, and she
reached up to take off the glasses.

"Leave them on," he told her, "they look sexy. Now, why don't you get
us a nice private conference room for the next hour." She smiled,
nodded and started calling the secretary that booked the conference
rooms.

While she did this Bob concentrated on another problem.  He needed to
implant some code that he could use on the phone to get her attention.
He did so, using a phrase that would seem to make sense to anyone
that overheard, "purchase order 002x". Fit her job, somewhat, but bore
no resemblance to a real PO number.

He saw several other people working in her area now, so he would have
to wait until they reached the conference room to play.  Bob clasped
his hands behind his back and waited patiently.  Soon Fran's phone
calls came up with a private site.

"Mr Gunderson is out of town today. His secretary took the day off
and his office is listed as available to the end of the day. I took
the liberty of reserving it for the rest of the day..." She looked to
him for approval.

"I'll meet you there in 5 minutes." as he walked away, she cleaned up
the task she'd been working on before he'd gotten to her.

The walk to Gunderson's office took him past the women's room. He
paused and listened.  He could hear Randi clearly making herself come
again. She was talking to herself though, "fuck that bastard, how dare
he use me like that, uhnng! uhnnng! uhnng!, who does, uhnng!, he think
he is?...unhhnhg!! God he was good!, nnnng  unnggg innna aaaaah!"

He pulled open the door and called in, "Only a whore makes so much
noise, right Randi?"

"uhnhhg!," came the response.

He continued on.

When he got to Gunderson's office one of the other secretaries
unlocked the door for him. She was familiar, but he'd no idea who she
was. Nice legs, he thought, I like the twinkle in her eyes. Behave, he
told himself, Fran will be here soon.

As if to make the point, he saw her down the hall now.  She'd left her
glasses on, nice touch.  Her legs were visible from the knees down.
Today she had on a short skirt, a fairly flimsy white blouse, and the
nicest red high heel shoes.  He reflected a moment on how nice Fran's
legs looked while she wore high heels. Come to think of it, she had
some really attractive ankles too.  Good choice of toy, even if he'd
selected her as much by accident as anything else.

She stepped into the office ahead of him, snarling a little. "yes,
this should do." With a wave of her hand she dismissed the secretary,
who wandered down to the desk at the end of the hall as he watched.

"You can't have both of us you know," he heard her say. If only she
knew. Of course he could. But he was going to wait until he had this
power under complete control before he added anyone else to his toy
chest.

He stepped in and closed the door.

"Darling, I could hardly wait to see you again." She stepped forward
assuming perfectly her role as secret lover. "Do you still like what
you see?" Her face smoothly adopted an approval begging pout. Her
tongue licking her lips, with anticipation.  She brushed back a wisp
of silky blond hair and sulkily drew her fingers down her neck, along
her collar bone to the valley between her boobs. Then she traced a
path with her her palm over the right tit, finishing by drawing her
hand down the sleek side of her body to her hip.

She stood in the middle of a large office with drawn blinds, a big
clean oak desk, and to one side was a couch suitable to the exercise
they would soon perform. The lush carpeting made the room very still.
He appreciated that immediately.

He walked around her slowly, admiring her large bust, and tight tush.
She stood posed for him, arms at her side palms out, elbows in. Her
long slender legs were only slightly parted, with her left knee bent
as though she was waiting for a photographer.

"Remain standing like that." He felt somewhat inspired by this goddess
vision before him. Her tits thrust forward so the little points and
the surrounding circles of her nipples stood out through her blouse
and bra. With a single finger he reached out to the left breast and
flicked the tip offered to him. The nipple rose further against the
restraining cloth.

"ooohh," she licked her lips again as her eyes faded to passion.
Whispering she uttered, "god, I love your touch."

"Move an inch and I'll have to punish you." Stepping behind her, he
hiked up her dress to her waist. He could see the cheeks of her ass
twitching from the hairsbreadth contact he'd made.  Her breath caught
as he traced circles lazily on her right cheek over her panties.

"I don't like you wearing underwear when we meet." She flushed red for
a moment.

"Yes, lover. I'll remember to take them off before we meet next time."
He smiled at her response.

"And perhaps you should refer to me as Master, rather than Lover."

"But Bob," he waved her to silence.

"NO buts!, what I say goes, do we understand each other?"

"Yes master." She smiled but kept her stance as he had commanded
earlier.

Pulling the elastic of her panties and stockings back, he slid his
right hand down along the crack between her ass cheeks.  Standing at
her left shoulder he could see her chin quiver with excitement at his
touch.

"What do we have here, toy?" She shuddered at this description of her
station.

"My ass.... master." Her head started to droop to her chest, but she
remembered before he said anything. Her head snapped back up, but her
eyes remained faded away as he touched her. He began to work his
middle finger into her asshole.  She squeaked.

"Master, no I, uh, I don't like being touched there." She remained
true to her instructions but a strong apprehensive look came over her
face.  Bob reached out with the symbols to the stream from her ass. He
could see it in his mind, she was only receiving pain messages from
the pucker his finger had invaded.  He adjusted the stream a bit so
the pleasant sensations, which were there but blocked, became far
stronger.  The pain sensations ebbed completely on their own.  For a
moment, Bob allowed himself to be pleased with what he'd learned.

"unhh, ooh!" Fran muttered as she began now to thrust her anus onto
his finger. "God! give me more, I beg master, fuck me, I need to
coooommee...."

Still standing poised as though for a picture, Fran looked delectable
this way. All Bob had was two knuckles up her ass, yet she was visibly
shaking, having a hell of a time keeping her breasts jutting out and
hands open and out at her side.  He could see her legs trying to raise
and drop her bottom onto his teasing finger, as she also tried to
squeeze her thighs together to get relief for her crotch as well.  He
rather enjoyed the way her tongue kept trying to hang from the corners
of her mouth, and the bobbing motion her head had begun to make.

He withdrew his finger.

"Oh, pleease master, I want to come." She panted.

"Well, I think you can wait." He sat down on the edge of the couch,
and listened to her ravaged breathing as she stood before him, still as
he commanded. "Undress for me, slowly."

She moved gracefully to face him and began by unbuttoning her skirt.
After this dropped to the floor, she undid the buttons on her blouse,
one by one, watching him the entire time. Standing before him in her
Bra, panties, stockings and high heeled shoes, she lifted one leg at a
time to remove the shoes. Turning away, and looking at him over her
shoulder, she began to remove the straps of her bra, then undid the
clasp, dropping it well to one side before turning. She showed him the
huge, fleshy breasts, holding one in each hand, pinching her own
nipples between thumbs and forefingers.  Awkwardly, she stepped out of
the panties and stockings last.

"Now come over here, undo my pants and blow me." She knelt down
between his legs and with both hands, with worshipful tenderness
unzipped his pants, pulling out his dick. As she held his cock in her
hand it became harder than it already had been. Now Bob leaned back as
she wrapped her lips briefly around the tip and licked the underside
of the head.

"Oh, yeah baby. That's what I need, some tender affection to my prick.
ahhhh." Her mouth began to engulf more of the object of her new desire
each time she leaned forward until he had struck the rear teeth. "Open
wider bitch, get it all down!" he commanded.

"MMMrgph!" was her only reply as her fingers worked the base of his
prick, and aroused his balls. She drove the cock into her throat. Wide
as his prick was, this was far less than an easy task.  He saw her
determined look as her tongue finally started to wash his flopping
balls and upper lip reached the root of his cock.  She began to pump
up and down, three, four time, pause, pump again.

"Ungh!, Ungh!, Ungh!, " he uttered with each stroke. As his come
started to rise in his balls he stopped her, "Up." he commanded.

Staggering to his feet he arranged her on the floor, shapely legs
parted for his entry, and had her grasp her knees.  He entered Fran
for the first time to the sound of her groaning pleasure.

"ooohhh, god, oohh, god, oh, god!" she moaned and made animalistic
guttural grunts as he thrust his meat as deep as he could manage. She
was tight enough for him to feel a grip to her. But her cunt was also
soaking wet by now.

Her pelvis was pulsing with his motions now as much as she could
manage without losing him. She clearly wanted to scream as she clamped
her teeth down on her hand.  Bob could feel Fran's orgasm come in a
shuddering quake that started at her crotch and expanded to encompass
her entire body.  Once she'd come though, she kept moving, building
another from the ashes of the last... His orgasm started to build too,
and as she approached her second, his cock loosed a torrent of come
into her dripping hot cunt. He smothered her lips with his, forcing
his tongue past hers to explore those pearly teeth she'd been licking
to entice him earlier.

She came again squealing into his mouth as he finished, pounding
against the floor so hard, Bob was certain someone would hear and
investigate.  But he was to far gone to care about interruptions now.
He rolled off and looked at this woman, glowing with joy and sexual
pleasure.  She struggled, staggering a bit, to her knees and began to
suck him again, cleaning the fluids off as she went.  To his surprise,
this made his cock rise from retirement. He enjoyed the sensations her
tongue, lips and teeth gave him until he was stiff as when he first
entered her.

"Now, you will remain kneeling but lower your shoulders to the floor."
He moved to his knees and worked around behind her. Juices from her
cunt had dribbled down to her ass pucker, she wouldn't need much more
moisture, especially since she'd lubricated his cock with her mouth.
He spread her cheeks and began rubbing her anus with his cock's
tip. This aroused her a bit. Just as his finger had earlier, now that
he'd 'adjusted' her response. Bob grinned to himself.

As he pressed the head of his penis into her ass, she moaned into the
rug. It took work to move in, even with her help, but inch by inch he
slid into her ass. "no, aaahh, no, yessssss," she groaned. "my god, I
can't believe I'm getting it up up up... mmmmunnnngh, my, goddam ass!"

He finally drove the last inch home, she lifted her head in surprise
and pleasure.  He started the first pull back and she started to cry
out "More, pleeassee fuck my ass, god yesss god yesss god yesss!" and
he built up the speed, little at a time.

She moved her hand to her clit and rubbed her pussy lips as well.
Leaning against her right ear, she used her other hand to pull and
pinch her nipple on the left side.  She shuddered with orgasm, and
stifled the scream for another. Bob could tell another was
coming soon.

Bob had built up to his own release by now. The heat in his loins was
strong and rising.  The pressure was pushing, and the tightness of her
butt was pure heaven.  Coming in her ass with a stream of jism, he
grunted his own pleasure in thumping motions.

Pulling out was a sensation in pleasure too, his cock felt like it was
being milked for any extra drops left in the tip. He drew aside on the
couch, still panting, and admired the cum dripping down Fran's legs.

Fran cleaned herself and sank into the couch beside Bob. She snuggled
in like an adolescent lover, and radiated an after sex joy he hadn't
seen a woman display for quite some time.  Bob just relaxed and
enjoyed her proximity, playing from time to time with her nipples.

Checking his watch, Bob realized the work day was at an end and
someone might interrupt at any time. Instructing Fran to get dressed,
he thought about his plans for the weekend.

"Fran, listen carefully."

"Yes master!"

"Tomorrow evening, you will find an excuse to leave home. I want you
at my house promptly at 6:30 PM. Got that!?"

"Yes master."  She pouted for a moment, then grinned.  "My girlfriends
are having a party.  I'll be gone most of the night I guess."

"Very good.  Do you have any good slutty clothing?"

"I don't know what you mean, I don't have slutty things."

Of course she wouldn't he thought. "Do you own any slinky seductress
outfits?  Perhaps a french maid outfit?"

"Oh yes master!" She positively beamed, her pink tongue slightly
touching her lips in anticipation.

"Bring them with you tomorrow. Tidy this place up before you leave,
and remember we had a very productive meeting if anyone should ask..."
Silently, he reinforced his instructions underneath her conscious
mind and slipped out of the office.

He was delighted with the results of his new powers so far, now if
only it works as well on Betty. But Friday night was going to be
delightful, possibly exhausting as well.


====
Part 2
                       _A Weekend by the Book_
				section (a)


Those wonderful, slightly chill mornings with the birds chirping
noisily outside his bedroom window always made Bob want to stay in
bed.  The silky touch of his comforter against his naked legs was a
sensual pleasure he enjoyed almost as much as sex itself.  He hadn't
opened his eyes yet, and wasn't sure he wanted to.

He was lingering over the dream he'd had as he awoke, a dream in soft
cushioned heavens with a soft supple woman he'd never seen before.
Literally an angel, wings although no halo, she'd taken him to the
peaks of ecstasy in his dream.  He could remember a ledge, and
clouds, but very little else.  The haze of passing dream memory made
her even more attractive as his wakening mind tried to recreate the
lushness of their acts together.

He finally rose from bed, and happily relished the fact of today as a
holiday.  Looking at the clock, he could tell he'd slept a sinful
extra half hour to almost 8:00 AM.

He leaned against the wall in the shower. The water flowed in little
waterfalls over his shoulders, arms, and chest.  This sensation also
gave a smooth relief of pleasure, while he reflected back on the
preceding day's activities.  He wanted to believe it wasn't all a
dream, along with the angelic visitor of his sleep.  He knew it wasn't
because despite the free fall way his life had become, he could see
the symbols. The Book's symbols. He saw the passage of the symbols
along his own legs and arms, even the tiny streams along the surface
of his skin.  They paralleled the streams of water, glistening in the
morning light.

He finished the shower knowing today would be another shining wonder
in his life.

Bob dressed in his jeans and a tee-shirt, ate breakfast, and cleaned
the mess from breakfast. It was about 9:00 and he needed to run some
errands at the stores and the mall.

==========

He did some grocery shopping first. The supplies were to last him the
next week, but Bob wanted to be prepared for the possible activities,
so he stocked up more heavily than usual.  After he paid, it occurred
to him, payment was totally unnecessary.  He was glad he'd paid
anyway.

After unloading the groceries at home, he grabbed his speakers,
shoved them in the car and drove to his friend Ben's stereo repair
shop.  They'd been performing poorly for a month or so.  He hadn't
meant to get them fixed today, but his lie to Betty had to be made
good.

He went in the store from the back door. Ben owned the shop, although
he was the service expert as well.  None of his employees could hold a
candle to his talents with electronics.  Ben was proud of his high
school buddy.

"Ben," Bob's friend was about 6 feet tall, 4 inches shorter than Bob,
with a dark complexion and a pudgy tummy. "how long to fix these?"

"Bob! Let's see," He picked up one of the boxes, "It'll take a while
to get you an estimate, you know that?"

"Yeah, well, I've got a woman coming over tonight," he looked around
quickly and gave Ben one of those 'manly' knowing looks, "it's not
Betty and I don't want her to know.  I told her you were going to help
me with these..."

"Geeze Bob", shaking his head, Ben opened the backs of the speakers
to examine them, "you know I'll help if I can, but man, I don't know
whats wrong without checking these out first."

"I know, I know.  Just tell me what you can do."

"So your working on two babes at once, eh?"

"Well, let's just say I've lucked into some nice ass while Betty is
stringing me along..."

"You know, if you're horny, we can work something out with Janet."

Janet was Ben's wife.  Ben and Janet had an open arrangement, partly
because Ben got off on seeing his wife with another man.  Bob hadn't
liked the idea before, especially since Janet really didn't like Bob
much.  He wasn't sure why, he figured it had something to do with Bob
dragging Ben off to poker games occasionally.  "I know she doesn't
like you much, but if I talk to her, she'll do just about anything."

"Actually Ben, I think I could talk her into spreading for me without
your help. I'm just not so sure its a real good idea."

Ben snorted out a laugh.  He'd gotten both speakers open by now, and
had to step back while laughing so as to avoid damage.

"Forgive me Bob," he wiped his eyes and suppressed, badly, the huge
grin creeping across his face.  "Janet would do it if I asked, not for
any other reason.  I've had to put up with her bitching about you."

"Oh?" Ben was curious, "What IS her complaint with me anyway?"

"She thinks you are not good enough to be my friend.  She keeps
telling me you haven't got enough class, you abuse our friendship,
you spend too much time drinking and crap like that."  Well, at least
the drinking wasn't true.

"So?, why'd she marry you then?, you and I move in the same circles,
so to speak."

"I dunno.  She fell head over heels in love or lust or somethin'."

"I'll tell you what Ben.  I'll bet you double or nothing the cost of
the repair, I go to your house and fuck her silly while you wait
here."

"You think so!? I'll bite, what's the gimmick?  You get some film of
her doing something you can blackmail her with?  Fat chance!"

"Nothing like it.  I'll even get her to call you to talk while I'm
making her, how's that?"

"Oh, man, I'd love that. I'd fix your speakers for nuthin' just for
the opportunity to watch or listen to her being humped, and you know
it.  It ain't gonna happen though."

"Okay, you got it! I'm on my way."

"You sure you don't want me to call her first?  She really doesn't like
you much. I wasn't kidding."

"I don't care if she throws darts at my photo in your wedding pics.
She'll beg for a repeat performance when you get home."

"Shit." was the last word from Ben before Bob left.

Bob glowed inside with the knowledge he couldn't lose this bet, and
Ben wouldn't be hurt by his project.  Every encounter gave him extra
valuable knowledge, and this would be no different.

===========

Bob got to Ben's house at 10:20 AM. The house was an old two story,
fairly attractive in light blue.  Bob smiled at the sight of the white
picket fence around the yard.  The house was on a corner and he'd
never quite got into the habit of walking all the way around the
corner to the front gate. He usually parked around the side by the
back of the house.

Once again, he jumped the fence. Musing, he figured this was easily
another influence effecting why Janet didn't like him as any.

He walked through the back porch door, and rang the bell next to the
kitchen door.  Reaching out, he could feel the symbols down the
basement.  She was coming up the stairs, he judged, and had seen him
jump the fence through the basement window.  He could feel her ankles
rise and drop climbing each step. She radiated symbols strongly
shouting 'disapproval'.

The door opened, and there, in a glorious ray of sunlight, stood
Janet. She was about 5 foot 8 inches. Her slightly auburn hair was
nicely set off by her freckles. She had a hostile frown on her plush
lips and the wrinkles around her eyes show more concern than he'd
remembered being there. Dressed in a sweat suit for house work, he
could only see some of her curves he had admired in the past.  He
knew her chest was larger than her frame would suggest, and her
slender legs rivaled those of the best dancers.  He was somewhat
curious as to the color of pubic hair in the past, and figured he'd
find out today for certain.

The moment taken up by reflection passed.  She began an irritated
pout, and brushed back her hair.

"So Bob!" she spurted out. "To what do I owe this visit? I know you're
aware that Ben is at work."

He stepped past her, and he spoke, "I know, just came from his shop. I
never did find out why you let him work there, since you guys have all
that money from your father."  She followed him to the living room,
where as Bob recalled, there was a perfectly comfortable lounge chair
with a phone on the table next to it. Excellent, he thought.

"He needs to work, to keep his hands busy, you know that." snarling.

"Yep," he grinned lecherously, "keeps his hands off you, I'm sure."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I made a bet with Ben, that I'd seduce you today."

She stared dumbstruck at him for a minute, then laughed hysterically.
Bob just waited, knowing with his new talent, nothing she did would
stop him from taking her. She finally collapsed in the chair, and
calmed herself a bit.

"You know, even if you had any chance before," she still giggled
between words, "you couldn't do it now that you've warned me. You
might as well leave now."

"I don't think there'll be a problem.  Before you know it, you'll want
me in you so bad you won't care about the bet at all."

"You're pretty sure of yourself for someone so full of shit." she
crossed her arms over her chest, allowing him some view of the curves
concealed by the sweat shirt. "You are beginning to get me pissed, and
believe me, that ain't gonna help a sorry little sot like you get
anywhere." She grinned in a sadistic manner, "besides I've screwed
just about everyone else Ben knows, at his request I might add, and he
has never, thank the heavens, asked me to do anything with you. If he
does, it will be the first and only time I refuse. It might be the
grounds for our divorce, happy though he makes me otherwise." It was
clear she thought she'd stung him.

Bob finally started exerting some changes in the thought streams her
body was using. As he laughed back, he insinuated the tendrils of
pleasure up through her thighs and along the back of her neck.

"I think you will shortly find your opinion unreliable, even for your
own judgment of your own actions..." He reached directly to the nerve
streams her groin used and slid the symbols in that caused sexual
heat to rise from within. "Shall we get started or would you like to
deny your own body's lust a while longer?"

She twisted head to the side a bit, gritting her teeth. "How do you
expect me to be aroused by such a lousy approach?"

"Actually, I've suspected for some time you want me. You always react
hostily to me, but I always suspected you want to cajole me into
sexual action with you. Ben may have his desires, this struck me as
one of yours." Of course, he knew she was being aroused by his mental
manipulation of her nervous system, but he wanted her consciousness to
believe she'd simply suppressed her desires.

"You're nuts," by this time he'd sent a few tingles through her cunt
lips, and clit, she was twisting in the lounge chair trying not to
show her arousal, "you are imagining things. "

Bob began to undress. His penis was nestled, retracted, in amongst his
balls. As the hanging silence became more pronounced, he knelt before
her, and pulled her running shoes off. By now, her head was lolling
back and a few drops of sweat were rolling off her forehead. He could
make out the pale bottom of her chin as he rolled her sweat pants down
her legs. "Unngh oooohh," she loosed the groans with reluctant
acknowledgment of her heightened state of arousal. Her panties, a
pale pink frilly pair, wet and smelling uniquely of woman, came off
through his administration next.

"I can't, aahh, be so, eeaa, so hot, gggnnn, hot from arggggg, arguing
with yyyaaahhh, you.... oh god yes" he was gently tickling the lips of
her pussy with his fingers. He had a fine view now of her luscious
slender legs, which were stretching out to point the toes in pulsing
motions. "ggnnnnggoooood, oooohhh mooorre"

He lifted the sweat shirt up over her breasts. Delightfully, her
melon sized boobs were unencumbered by a bra.  The lovely freckles,
so attractive on her countenance, also graced the pale skin of her
tits.  He could almost see little circles form by the little dots
as the two orbs bounced and wobbled from the motions Janet was now
making.

"Lift your arms." She did as instructed and he pulled off the top over
her head.  Her hair, fell through the neck of the sweat shirt, almost
in slow motion, gliding across her smooth, naked shoulders.  He felt
his own arousal as his prick began to stiffen.

"Oh Bobbbb," she had now yielded to his physical advances. He stroked
the nipples of one tit, watching it grow to attention as he sucked
the other nipple into his mouth, teasing it inside with his tongue.
"oh yessss, suck me, suck suck suck... me" her lithe fingers stroked
through his hair, smoothing the errant strays while pulling, and
sinking his head into the breast he was attacking.  He blocked the
orgasm he saw developing in her, coming mostly from the stimulation
of her breasts.

He had a call to make first.

"Mmnnph!," he pulled back against the pressure of both of her arms
now. God!, she's strong, he thought. "pick up the phone, call Ben."

"Unnh, don't stop. don't don't." she muttered, apparently at the brink
but unable to breach the barrier. "why, inuhhhh, call Ben? just fuck
me, oh god please fuck me...unng.."

"Don't you think he'd like to hear you coming?" He clamped his finger
and thumb tightly on her nipple, twisting sharply .
He could see she was expecting that to send her over, but instead it
just sent her pelvis into deeper thrusts, seeking cock that hadn't
been inserted yet.  Her fulfillment would wait a touch longer.

She fumbled, and between grunts and moans, managed to dial the
number. She strained her eyes open and closed as the other end rang.
And when the voice answering was not Ben, she struggled to suppress
the sounds her throat was forcing past her tongue.

"Hi,  this is Janet, can I  speak with my husband."
She barely managed to contain her voice as Bob pulled her legs up
over the arms of the chair and began to slide his hand over her ass.
She shouldn't bother hiding her activities, he thought. Everyone who
works with Ben knows how you two operate. "unghh!, please, unhgg,
ooohhh pleeease!"

"Hello,  Ben?," the voice seemed to confirm it, "Bob is here,
and he tells me, ugnngh, you guys made a bet of ooaaah, some kind...
uh uh uh uh" Bob had inserted two fingers in her cunt and was
starting to thrust them.

"Here," she panted as she held out the phone, "he wants  to
talk, mmmmmm, to you."

"Bob!?, Bob!?, Bob!?"

"Yup," Bob had to exert a measure of self control to keep from
breathing heavily into the phone, "she's hot to trot, ready for
fucking. How would you like me to take her?"

"I don't believe,... never mind! I don't care, I just want to hear
her while she's coming!" Ben responded.

"Okay, you listen, she'll hold the phone to her throat..."

He handed the phone back to Janet. Obedient to the instructions, she
pinned the phone where the receiver would pick up every throaty sound
she loosed.

"Okay Janet, since Ben hasn't got a preference, and you're so convinced
I can't get in your pants, how do you want it?"

"Oh Bob, I uh uh uh, I'm sorry, uh uh uh, fuck me Bob, fuck me! please
fuck me! god!! fuck fuck fuck, pleeeese."

He worked himself up into position to enter, and in a single lunge,
thrust the length of his cock deep inside her. "OooooooOH!" was her
immediate response. As he thrust, he let himself come pretty quickly,
a fountain of come flooding freely through his prick. He kept pounding
to her thumping grunts and slowly released the block on her orgasm,
causing her building heat to rise higher still.

"YESSSS!, YES YES YES YES, oh FUCK SHIT FUCK GOD!" she screamed,
completely without restraint as the sensation drew her on. In one
final screaming pitch, she pounded up and down so hard, he thought the
chair was creaking louder than it should. She released completely with
an ear piercing primal scream.

She lay panting frantically on the chair as he stood up. She was
clearly used up, needing to recover before she could even speak. The
sweat dripped into a puddle on the chairs arms, head rest, back and
elsewhere, competing with the puddle of sexual juices by her ass.

"Hello? Hello?" squawked from the phone. Bob picked it up.  Janet was
in no condition to do so.

"Ben, you still there."

"Goddamn, I wet my pants." came Ben's voice calmly as though he'd
dropped a screw driver.

"Well, you lose the bet lad."

"I guess so, who'd of guessed."

"Talk to you later."

"Later." and the phone clicked as Ben hung up.

Janet just sat there, eyes closed, panting, helpless before him. Bob
enjoyed this view and toyed with her hair while he stood beside her.

"We'll do this again won't we Janet?" She opened her eyes and looked
at him with astonishment. Gulping, she straightened up a bit.

"I h-h-hope so. I'd never would've thought you'd be the best sex I'd
ever had. I want more, but I'm burnt out."

"There'll be another time." He began to dress.

"I'm sorry about the things I said... stay, we can screw again in a
little while."

"Its okay, like I said, I think you were using it to build sexual
tension or some such shit."

"Yeah, well, that was the best fuck I can remember." Still naked she
walked to the kitchen with him. "I want to repeat the experience
often. Ben won't mind, honest."

"I know, gotta go now." With this Bob turned and embraced her in his
arms. He kissed her passionately, as she returned the kiss with her
tongue caressing his lips.

Bob was pleased, he'd only controlled some of her physical reactions.
Not at all like Fran, whose mind was completely adjusted to meet his
demands. Nor like Randi, who he'd taken over control her body with
some reaction control. Now with a little work he could manipulate
women without bending them into entirely new personalities.

Somewhat satisfied that nothing could go wrong now, that his talent
was beginning to grow. He drove over to the Mall, there were a few
more things he'd need before tonight!

====

The mall was full of mothers with children, college students who
didn't have classes or were cutting, and the odd couple here and there
with a day off.  Bob was concentrating on getting to the book store,
when something jolted his reverie...

There was a very attractive young girl, although as he looked she
appeared to be older, sitting in front of a shoe store.  She had long
black hair, a clear complexion, and was thin but not bony. What
snapped him loose from daydreaming about screwing Janet was
her intensity as she watched women walking by...

Bob sat down across from the Shoe store, pretending to check his
purchases.  He reached out with a tendril of thought to probe her. He
was curious.  Taking out a pen, he slipped into her subconscious and
found her name and address. This information written down for later
use, he made an effort to monitor her thoughts.

For a moment, he could see through her eyes as she appraised the
curves of a woman walking by with a stroller.  This was new!  He could
feel her salivating at the idea of sucking milk from the new mother's
teat.  He could sense the arousal in her loins and found that his
manhood was straining in response to her lust.

Knowing he couldn't get his chores done, and explore this hot little
lesbian tart, he double checked the address he'd written down and
pulled his tendril of thought back.

He got a second surprise...

Someone was frantically trying to hide their mind, and doing a poor
job of it.  He'd never of noticed, but for his little probe activity.
Bob began to seek out the consciousness trying to hide. It was
wandering the mall, but he couldn't tell where...

{who??} came a symbol from this mystery person, {not them?}

Bob, stunned that anyone else knew the symbols, much less could
manipulate them, paused before responding.

{I am learning} he tried to be somewhat evasive. Worried about the
reactions of others to his experiments, it didn't seem a good idea to
expose himself either. {why do you hide?}

{hunters!, you can be found, be careful} and the other mind modified
it's concealment, vanishing from Bob's inexperienced probing.

Someone else slapped out at him with an entirely unsubtle probe at his
mind.  Pulling back into himself he displayed a set of surface
thoughts about shopping.  Hunters?, what hunters?  Telepaths with
hostility towards other telepaths?  It was a shock to learn there were
others who knew the symbols.  He decided caution was in order.

Bob's consciousness slipped down inside himself. He filled out the
artificial consciousness he left showing, so telepathic probes wouldn't
detect him.  This probe was pure energy though, no symbols apparent.
Could the phony him pass if whoever looked closely?

The probe passed, Bob allowed himself an internal sigh of relief.
What he'd done seemed to have worked.  He checked the artificial
personality he displayed.  He was certain it was untouched.  He
wondered who the phantom he'd communicated with was, but was relieved
to avoid the 'hunters'.

In an unhurried manner, watching anxiously for the 'hunters', he
completed his errands.  He still couldn't keep from shaking somewhat.

Once he was back on the road, he couldn't resist speeding.  He had to
adjust a cop to ignore him as he drove past.  Just another price of
the fun he now enjoyed.

====

"Hi Ben."

"Bob!"

"Speakers ready yet?" Bob was still shaking.  He wasn't used to the
idea that other people were looking for him, as a telepath that is.

"Hey bud," Ben jibed, "Screwing Janet give you a case of nerves?"

"Naw, close call on the highway." Bob lied.  You don't have the
talent, you shouldn't know about it, he thought.

"That was one intense phone call by the way.  Ran home for an hour and
we had a quickie on the kitchen floor." Ben lifted the speakers from
behind his work desk. "Funny thing though, Janet seemed let down
afterwards..."

"Aw, she'll be okay. Twice, so close together, probably just a case of
stamina failure."

"Well, you musta given her some work out, she was still naked in the
kitchen. Said she was feeling kind of limp.  It was great for me
though."

"Heh heh, thanks for fixing the speakers, Janet was real fun.  If you
don't mind maybe she and I can...." he let the thought trail off.  It
wouldn't do to have Ben think he was too far gone to appreciate a good
fuck.

"You bet. I'd like to watch though, you know what a thrill I get outa
seeing her get laid..."

"Right, sure.  When the opportunity arises, I guess."

====

As evening approached, Bob felt much better.  He realized the
'hunters', as he thought of them, could never get hold of him if they
couldn't spot him. Everything was cool again, he thought.  He'd just
have to be careful to keep up a good front.  He'd have to look at the
Book, to see if any other telepaths are mentioned.  Specifically he
wanted to see if he'd overlooked any reference to hostile groups, or
some kind of association of telepaths.

He pushed it to the back of his mind for now.  He wanted to be ready
for his private party. So he went back to clearing away the living
room's clutter and straightened up the bedroom.  This was going to be
an interesting evening.

====

When the doorbell rang promptly at 6:30, Bob rushed to open it. There
was Fran, and as he'd come to expect, she was striking sexy poses
whenever opportune, as if the photographer would snap a picture at any
moment. Mostly this showed her bust line and hips to great effect, but
the coy come hither looks she shot off were most effective.

She walked in as he directed carrying a large and tattered shopping
bag.  She stood in the living room for a moment, gathering in the
view, neither approving nor disapproving.  Bob closed the door and
walked up behind her.

"Oh darling, um, master, I've looked forward to this all day!" She
hadn't of course, but she didn't know that. Bob adjusted the
instructions he'd given her to allow her to remain in secret lover
personality while in his home tonight.  He reached around her and
cupped the undersides of her tits.  They were delightfully round and
soft. Clearly she'd successfully removed her underthings before
coming. He fingered her nipples and licked the back of her neck.

She cocked one knee up a bit and began to squeeze her thighs in to
stimulate her groin. "oh, master, oh please yes."  He stopped after a
few moments, to her obvious disappointment.

Lifting the back of her skirt, he was pleased to learn that she'd
gotten the panties off too.  Rubbing her bottom he slowly slipped his
middle finger into her asshole. "Eeek!, aaahhh..." Startled at first,
she allowed herself to relax and accept the intrusion.

"March as I lead." he began to direct her by his finger to the
bedroom.  Each step was arousing her more as he finger fucked her anus
with every up and down motion.  Her face took on a flushed color and
little gasps came after the first few steps.

"You brought your uniform?"  He removed his finger.  Disappointment
rose again within her.  She apparently was expecting to be well fucked
first thing.  She'd have to wait.

"Yes master, a beautiful maids outfit. I've worn it once before, but
Joe didn't really care for it."

"Put it on, I'll be in the kitchen." He turned and left her, wanting
to be surprised at least a little bit.

A few minutes later as she came into the kitchen, he turned and was
extremely pleased.

She wore a frilly top blouse with red cups under the breasts, only
barely covering her nipples. Tightly, the white blouse clung to her
middle and a black little skirt fluffed up stiffly, lace patterned
frills underneath showed her upper thighs adorned with garters. Her
legs were decorated with skin colored stockings with the seam in the
back straight as an arrow.  Her ankles were adorned with a white lace
loop and turned, ever so lovely, in the high heels she wore.  Similar
lace wraps adorned her wrists, displaying her hands and fingers
nicely.  She'd removed her wedding and engagement rings, probably to
please her lover.  A delightful touch, that added enormously, was the
jet black choker around her neck. She pirouetted for his pleasure.

"Good. Now set the dining room table for two. I'm having Randi over
for dinner. We'll probably fuck afterwards. You will be serving us."
He could sense the anger rising in her.   Why should she share him
with anyone! Then he could see the resignation, as she decided she'd
do anything for her secret lover.  Interestingly, she began to twitch
with excitement at the humiliation of having to serve his other lover
dinner.  She also seem to reflect on how much better a lover she must
be, to be able to accept this role from him.

"Yes master."  she meekly said.

Amazing, he thought, I didn't even plant that stream in her to
accept... I think.  Aroused himself, he had to struggle not to take
Fran immediately.

She began to work on setting the table, a difficult task in the outfit
she now wore.  Watching her move in that outfit, he thought, was one
hell of a reward in itself.  The motions showed off her flesh with
grace, and her poise was such, Bob could believe she was aroused just
from being watched.

Fortunately the doorbell rang again.  He answered the door to find
Randi, as he expected.

She was beautiful. She wore a red, ankle length, shoulderless dress,
that accented her smaller breasts and the incredible curve of her
hips. Her hair was waved slightly, and the red lipstick was glossy
enough to accent the light pucker her lips were displaying.  She was
wearing black high heels, and an ankle bracelet glinted briefly in the
waning sunlight.

A cloud of confusion and irritation hung over her as he waved her in.

"I really didn't want to come, you know.  I just had to see if this
stupid lack of control is something that happens only around you!"  She
stomped into the livingroom on 3 inch heels without the flowing grace
the dress suggested.  He figured he could work on that...

"Oh, I love it when you're angry.  Do sit down, our servant for the
evening will have dinner ready soon, I'm sure..."

"Our what!?  Oh, your not going to embarrass me in front of a stranger,
you know!  I can just leave right now!"

"Nothing of the sort. You know Fran. Fran! Come in here please."

In walked the lovely, willowy blond, displaying herself in her maid's
outfit.  She capped her entrance with a delicate curtsy, almost sliding
her breasts free from her blouse on the bounce.

"Yes master?" she put out with the sexiest breathy voice she could
manage.

"Dinner is on the stove and in the oven. When the timer rings, the
chicken should be ready. Set out the food, and call us in.  Bring us a
glass of wine each, please."

"Will that be all master?"

"Yes Fran, that will be all."

"That isn't our Fran, from work I mean!?"  Randi appeared a little
shocked by Fran's appearance.  But her eyes had lingered on Fran's
legs and ass as she wandered back to the kitchen.

"Oh, she likes performing this little role of hers. Don't be alarmed.
We will have dinner, chat for a while, and see what happens."

Randi opened her lovely lips, but rather than speak, she just licked
them.  Bob recognized the reaction from the girl in the Mall.  He
hadn't expected Randi to have that response.  Oh ho!, he thought,
maybe I know what became of the old boyfriend.

Fran brought the wine in, and Randi's eyes didn't stray from her. She
finally looked at Bob again after Fran left the room.

"If you like, I'll let you eat her for dessert."  He tested the
waters, deliberately avoiding monitoring her thoughts.

Stunned, Randi looked down at her lap. "I don't know what you're
talking about!"  Her voice was much smaller, and somewhat broken up by
the attempt to reply immediately to his insinuation.  Her hands were
clasped, palms up in her lap, and looked sweaty.  He knew he had
appraised her reaction correctly.  Before the conversation continued
however, Fran called that dinner was ready.

Sitting down to candle light, being served by the attractive blond,
and eating dinner with another woman that would be at his command
later, Bob felt a certain contentment.  Satisfaction and comfort
settled in while he ate the food Fran placed before him.  She stroked
him with those lovely boobs whenever she could work around his side or
back.  While she did this, he slipped a suggestion into her mind that
she do the same for Randi.

Fran, consciously trying to please Bob, now began to perform the same
little enticing movements against Randi.  Bob watched Randi's eyes pop
wide open at one point when Fran dipped her cleavage low so Randi
couldn't miss it.  Randi's tongue explored her own lips and seemed to
have no active control while her eyes followed Fran around the room.
At one point, she brushed her own breast as Fran rubbed up against her
back.

Bob's reactions were astounding, he couldn't keep his prick down when
he saw Randi's behavior.

Fran did well serving the salad, main course, and the cake he had
bought.  She made every step to and from the kitchen an exciting
luscious erotic treat as well.  But after she cleared the dessert
dishes, he had her bring out coffee.  He was looking forward to being
awake for some time yet! Once the coffee was out, he looked at a very
horny Randi sitting opposite.

"Still hungry?"

"Well, no, dinner was very good, thank you."  She remained pensive, and
somewhat ill at ease.  Bob was delighted, this was all very exciting,
influencing his state of arousal.

"Very well, Fran come in here."

The blond bounced into the dining room quickly, almost coming out of
the weak restraint of her blouse.

"Yes master?"

Bob got up and moved behind Fran, turning her to face Randi.  Her body
moved longingly at his every touch.  Looking over Fran's shoulder, he
could see Randi lick her lips, and struggle at restraining her own
reactions.  Fran tensed a little as she realized he might use her
there before this other lover, but relaxed again, determined she would
show herself the better choice.

He reached for the back of her neck, with his palm arched, he lightly
felt the smooth skin around to her chin and slipped a finger into her
mouth.  She took the finger and sucked it with worshipful motions,
licking the air behind as he pulled away from time to time.  Bob could
see her eyes were closed in passion.  He glanced at Randi, who by now
had her right hand up to her mouth, the knuckles of her forefinger
sucked between her lips, the white of her teeth showing against the
skin.  Her desire to participate was very clear.

"Come into the living room, both of you." He directed, as soon as he
could draw himself under control a bit. "Randi, you take the larger
chair, by the bookcase." He slipped his hand under the diminutive
skirt Fran was wearing and grabbed a handful of cheek to guide her in
front of Randi, back about 3 feet.  Randi, lost in her own lust,
simply did as commanded. He was delighted that he'd been able to avoid
any further probing, and adjustment to fulfill his desires so far.

He slipped his hand past Fran's anus and pulled back on her crotch
while pushing forward on her shoulders with the other hand. "Ommph!"
she spouted as her hands grabbed the arms of Randi's chair and she
leaned over displaying her bountiful chest to the elegantly dressed
woman beneath.

"Good. Now Randi, since you've been enjoying watching Fran's tits
throughout dinner, you will arouse them for me."

Shamed by her body's hot desire, Randi began to reach up for those
gifts Bob was giving her.  She began by unbuttoning the blouse Fran
had so tightly wrapped around herself earlier.

Fran was helplessly trapped in this position, the strain on her arms
noticibly caused discomfort, but as Randi started tracing the shapes
of Fran's huge tits by the tiniest finger traces, a sigh of delight
escaped from within.

While Randi was exploring, Bob dropped his trousers, kicking them and
his shoes aside for now.  His view was enhanced by the great mirror
over the mantle of his fireplace.  He also reached out to see through
Randi what she saw and felt.  As he did this he could feel the growing
lust raging in her and saw the tip of her tongue wrap itself around
Fran's nipple.  Fran let out a solid low moan.  Bob stepped up behind
her. He lifter her skimpy skirt to expose naked ass and pussy. He slid
his cock straight into her cunt, by now soaked with vaginal juices, to
the hilt.

"gnnn! ooohhh god!" he could feel her clenching her teeth with the
sensation of her nipples being aroused from one side as he plunged her
depths from behind.  Unable to do much more than wobble in place
against him, she pressed back whenever she could.  The high heels she
wore made this task less than simple.

Bob blocked her orgasm, as he had earlier with Janet.  He let it
build.  The streams of pleasurable arousal grew, but failed to
release. "unh unh unh" she throbbed rhythmically, pulsing as he
continued to pound her cunt and Randi got more enthusiastic with her
tits.  Randi bit down hard once, eliciting a great "ggaaawwdddd
yessss!" as Fran lurched with the strokes. Fran's head was now shaking
wildly from side to side, tossing droplets of sweat left and right as
she strove to reach the plateau... which Bob finally allowed,
unlocking the stream for her.  "AAAHHHHAAHHHHHHHHHH! GOOOOOODDD!
FU..." and she went from total animal screech to whimpering little
girl slowly through the orgasm.

No one could say how long she had been in a state of orgasm, but when
she was done, there was just a shell of child, leaning against the
chair. Bob carried her to the other chair and sat her down. Still in
her maids uniform, Fran looked a little like a broken doll.
Checking she was actually still there and breathing, Bob cupped her
face in his hands.  She smiled, but didn't open her eyes.

Bob turned back to Randi.  She was virtually drooling, gulping with
desire and anticipation.  Her hands were rubbing across the fabric of
her dress, over her breasts.

"I'll do anything you want," she breathed seductively. He knew he had
her hooked, more than controlled.  "I'll be your whore," she went on,
"anytime, just help me, uh, please, I want to cum like that!" she
ended in a stammering whisper.  He could see her shudder lightly as
he approached her.

His cock, wet from Fran, was still standing erect.  He stood by the
side of Randi's chair.

"Darling Randi, I think you can start by cleaning Fran's juices off my
prick."

"Yes, er, should I call you master too?"  she spoke directly at his
prick, now in her hand.

"Eventually, maybe. Tonight you are my date, Fran is being our
entertainment, a toy for both of us to play with." Randi was wrapping
her lips about the tip of his cock, "a toy for your pleasure too. But
you will be my Lady, an exceptional consort for this night."

She was delighting in tasting the juices Fran covered him with, he
could feel the passion in her lips and tongue.  As she began diving
against his groin, the flood of energy built in his balls, surging to
rise above the base of his organ.  He felt her slide further towards
the root of his stiffness.  Her teeth digging gently against the body
of his cock. Pulling her head harder against him he unleashed a
torrent of cum down her throat.  Remarkably, she sucked harder to
swallow what he'd delivered.  When his release ended, he stood back
appraising her appearance.

She licked her lips clean, clearing every drop of the hard won semen
from her chin, she was still unquestionably squealching her own desire
to orgasm.  She had given over to his control, he would let her come
when she was ripe, improving the inevitable orgasm beyond her normal
expectations.  She was obviously certain of this.

Drop and give me fifty, he chuckled to himself.  Oh, the enticing
thrill of having two such lovely toys, all to himself.  Well, he
couldn't leave her quite like this all night.

"Go in the bedroom, get your underwear off.  Then we'll make a short
trip out.  You will enjoy yourself, I'm sure."

Reluctantly, knowing she'd now have to wait for her anticipated
release, she stepped down the hall.  Bob turned to Fran who had
recovered enough to watch the end of Randi's administrations to his
prick.

"Clean yourself up. I want the kitchen clean by the time we get back
and yourself in pristine condition, prepared for our leisure."

"Yes master," she managed, still hovering about the plateau she hit
when her orgasm ended.  He sensed she'd gotten a thrill from the use
Randi had made of her, he'd expected no less.

He put his pants back on, finishing the knots on his shoes when Randi
came back out.  Her makeup straightened out, she had taken on the
appearance of someone set to go to the opera.  She had turned her
curvaceous assets into a work of art.

"Before we go, why don't you go in to Fran and feel up her cunt? You
might feel better for it... if all goes well, I'll let you use her
later as well..."  She flashed him a wicked lustful glance, and
stepped into the kitchen.

"Yipppp!, oh mistress!" He heard while he found his keys and wallet.
"unnnh!, mmmmph!"  A few more muffled moans and sighs were followed
by an "oh please!"

Momentarily, with a satisfied grin, Randi stepped back in.  Her
lipstick was slightly disrupted, but she seemed gloriously pleased
with herself.

She fixed the makeup again in the car.

====

The two of them went to a few dance places he'd used to visit,
trolling for dates, before he'd met Betty.  She danced impeccably.  He
teased her, making her dance with several other men with verbal
instructions to make the tiniest of come ons to them.  Randi obviously
felt a little humiliated, but also found each act of humiliation to be
another inch forward in her arousal.

He, for his part, danced with as many other women as he could entice to
the dance floor.  Some of them never noticed his hands cupping their
breasts.  Some did, but didn't want him to stop.

But after a few hours, Bob took Randi back to his home. She was now
so hot, she figured the doorknob looked good.  He told her to use Fran
to get her relief, when they got inside.

As they entered, Fran stepped up with hot cocoa.

"I thought you'd like something when you got in, master."

Bob took his cup, but Randi set hers aside.  In moments she had pulled
Fran to the floor, plunging her tongue into the other woman's throat.

The temporary servant was moaning herself at this assault like advance
and began to feel Randi's curves through her dress.  Shortly it was
Fran who had rolled Randi over and was thrusting her tongue down the
brunette's throat.  Gasps of pleasure worked free from both women.
Bob was very pleased with the turn of events.

Randi and Fran allowed him to interrupt.  After pointing out the
bedroom would be much more comfortable, he watched as they scrambled
to the other room together.  He slipped the orgasm block into both of
them, and went down the basement.

Shortly he'd found the book and went into the living room, sitting in
the same chair he'd had Randi in earlier. Sipping his drink, he
listened to the stream of moans and begging "fuck me, please, oooohh"
sounds from the bedroom.  His vicarious pleasure was about to begin.
He'd planned this since he saw the little tart at the mall.

He reached out to feel the two women, entering into the streams Randi
was putting out.  He could feel her lips brush the nipples of the
other woman.  Her heat filled his loins, the pleasure and pain of the
nips at her own nipples flooded his chest.  He could feel the fingers
invading her cunt.  He sensed the dripping fluids dribbling down her
legs.  His own pelvis lifted and pulsed in rhythm with hers.  Fran
became pinned under her, as she thrust her groin into the blond's
face.  Clearly the blond was easily as far gone by now, as Randi dug
her tongue between Fran's cut lips, the fluids flowed into her mouth.
He could feel the twist of Fran's fingers, reaching Randi's tits.

Bob released the block on Randi's orgasm while he was inside her mind
stream, wallowing in the symbols spelling out the thrusting surge.  He
felt her muscled contraction tightly, again, and then again, and once
again.  He was certain he was wet in exactly the same way.  Then he
slipped into Fran's stream of consciousness, feeling a similar punch
of pleasure rising in her/his groin.  Randi chose the moment to lunge
her fingers into Fran's cunt, several, maybe an entire fist.  Fuck!,
god that was good, he released Fran too and she went screaming, at
the top of her lungs, over the edge.

Releasing the probe into the women, Bob relaxed.  Oh shit, he looked
down.  He'd orgasmed, messing his pants and his chair.  How
embarrassing.  Planning hadn't foreseen this, he decided.

====

He cleaned up the mess.  Looking in on his toys, he saw they'd fallen
asleep, cuddled in each other's arms.

Very well, he thought.  I'm pretty well burnt out anyway.  Time to
check out the book.  He began to search for references to
organizations of telepaths, hunters, anything.  It was 2:00 AM when he
gave up.  There were no clues to anyone, not even the original author.
He virtually had the Book memorized now.

He finally put it away again.

Thinking about the two women together, his cock rose again.  He
slipped in next to Fran. He woke her with a shush...

With Randi still asleep, he had Fran suck his cock, lubricating him
with her spit.  Turning her around, he arranged her on her knees on
the bed.  Her head next to Randi, her shoulders embedded in a pillow,
her ass jutting up at him. He spread her cheeks.  She made a small
whimper of joy, and he shushed her again.  His cock worked its way
into her ass slowly.  She bit down on the pillow.  He plunged in and
began to work up a rhythm.  Fran grunted a pleased sigh.  He pumped and
felt the flood coming again.  His groin squeezed the liquid fire
through his prick one more time for the night.

Randi slept through everything this time, even Fran's screaming orgasm.

And then he felt spent.  Fran dripped with come, and he watched her
waiting permission to get up.  With hesitation, he had her gather her
things and go home.

He gave Fran a farewell kiss at the front door, and intimately drew
his fingers over each breast and her cunt before she departed.

====

He woke up Randi, telling her to go home.  Randi seemed reluctant to
depart.  She wanted to stay for more of his special treatment.

"Don't worry, we'll get together again, soon."

"I'm prepared to move in, if you'll have me." she whispered.

"You want Fran, not me."  He knew what brought out her heat, she'd
missed it all along.  His new talent had helped see through her thin
veneer.

"Yes, but you gave her to me tonight. The whole thing wouldn't have
worked if I'd tried to pick her up myself..."  Her eyes begged him for
more, both the humiliation and the control over other women. "But
she is only one woman.  You are a treasure chest of unbriddled
sexual pleasure."

"So you think you want to be my whore?  You want me to pimp women for
your use?"

"I'd pay for what you've given me, er, master."  with this she
announced her servitude.

"You will pay. You'll find that if I own you, I'll used you often.
I'll think it over. Go home."

She pouted at him, but left as commanded. He watched her car drive
away in the darkness.

Clearing away the mess in the bed room, he collapsed into a solid
crashing sleep.

He dreamed of being 'hunted' by predatory villains, wielding ray guns
and carrying manacles.  The terror woke him, but he managed to drop off
again, repeating the nightmare a few times...

Betty would visit tomorrow.
====

Part 3

                       _A Weekend by the Book_
                             section (b)

Saturday morning, a dreamy semi-spring day crept up on Bob. He
managed to get out of bed anyway. He knew the morning would give him
little time to get chores out of the way...

Bob could feel the detergent powder against his skin after putting the
bed clothes in to wash. The odor of sex had turned sour during the night,
and he had felt obliged to get his house into a more pristine condition
before Betty showed up.

Randi had left her panties and bra behind.  He felt like a teenager,
finding forbidden fruit. He was going to stow them away to return later.
As he did, he noticed her fragrance had remained on the lingerie. He
hesitated for a moment, then put them in a plastic bag in the crawl
space.  He didn't think Betty would explore there.

Musing, he considered the practicalities of Randi moving in as his slave.
Although she volunteered, he didn't see any practical means of keeping
her in line without 'adjustment'.

Not that he was bothered by the power he had over her, but it was
somehow more enjoyable when she *had* to cooperate without
manipulation.

Not that he'd ever be able to explain to Betty.

He turned on some music, an old Beatles album.  About the time he heard
the line "she came in through the bathroom window..." the doorbell rang.

====

Betty was in the study, working on an art project. Sometimes when she
came over, it was to make use of the extra space his home afforded. She
lived in an apartment about 30 minutes away, so while convenient, it
wasn't exactly a trip she would make for only one purpose.

She realized that if she'd done this Friday night, she and Bob wouldn't
have any time together. She was somewhat pleased that the speakers
were fixed now too. She brushed something off her slacks.

Maybe, she thought, maybe Bob's the one. A real keeper, the 'Man of my
dreams'. He'd stopped pushing her about sex lately too. This was a 'Good
Thing' and to be admired, since it meant she could control that silly
activity if they ever got married.

She dismissed the whole stream of thoughts for now, since, after all,
marriage is a serious topic. She was still having fun with Bob, not ready
to be completely serious yet.

She struggled to straighten out the mat she had cut for her art.

====

Bob, in the other room, smiled to himself after eavesdropping on her
thoughts. Controlling sex was a trivial issue now that he could slip a
new chain of symbols into her nervous system.

He was satisfied with reading her mind at the moment. The time would
come to strip her of the misconception sex was silly. It just would
have to wait.

"How long is a china man?" he called to her.

"What?" he'd gotten her attention.

"When are you going to be finished?," he shouted. "I've some yard work to
do, but I might need to run some errands too."

"Go ahead, I could be a few hours. Then maybe we can go out for dinner!"
she called back. He shuddered, wondering what type of culinary horror
she would foist upon him this time.

He stepped out to the garage, getting the lawnmower out. Soon, he was
lost in the numbing vibrations, watching the clippings that escaped
through the gap between the housing and the ground. He contemplated
the fate of these small clippings.

====

He could feel people around him.

Betty, most certainly. But across the street he could sense the kids
playing on the swingset/kid fort behind the house. He could feel the
couple next door, working separately on household chores. Two
teenagers were hiding behind a garage making out. Mr. Graenspin two
blocks over had a whale of a hangover.

The drivers of cars passing by sent out mixed signals of braking,
accelerating.  The mailman was frustrated by sorting the goddamn mail
for the twerps in 352, but he was looking forward to delivering to that
divorced Mrs. Lansing. A bicyclist was staring at the tire before him
rolling along the road.

The rolling murmur of mind voices started as a trickle but was starting
to roar. It was building to a shouting crescendo! Bob dropped to his
knees, clutching his hands over his ears and scream, at least he thought
he did. The book had done this! He hadn't expected to hear everyone at
once!

Seal them out, seal them out! The alien thoughts were pounding at the
gates of his mind... he had to stop them. When he could work in a few
thoughts of his own he imagined a curtain around his mind. He drew it
about that thing which was 'Bob' and closed in underneath.

The mass of minds quieted. He could still feel the plundering assault in
throbbing waves, a little like the water of a shower pushing the curtain
back. Realization dawned that his range had steadily increased and was
undergoing another enormous growth. What he needed was some kind of
filter, a bubble, some kind of shield he could selectively see through...
and as he thought it, the shield began to form.

He found he was kneeling in the grass. Certain the entire crisis had
lasted less than a handful of seconds, he continued to kneel, panting
from the released pressure. It would pass, but the exertion of fighting
off the effects of his power left him weak.

He had only a few more passes to make with the mower. He fought
through it tenaciously.

====

He'd gone in the bathroom to recover. Betty, who was still diligently
working, wouldn't disturb him in here. She seemed to respect some
activities as sacrosanct.

He stretched out in the tub, fully dressed and leaned back. There must be
a suitable way to relax after that experience. He thought his head would
burst like a bad scene in a horror flick.

The best relaxation he could think of was sex.

Well, with Betty here, that was out for sure. Then the glimmerings of a
plan came up from the cellars of his mind.

Testing his control of the shield he'd constructed, he looked in on the
neighboring couple. He couldn't remember their names, but he could find
out as he slipped into their minds.

The woman was easy to find. He was getting used to exploring women's
thoughts...

She was taking a breather, sitting on the edge of her bed. She wasn't bad
to look at, thought Bob, seeing her in the mirror through her own eyes.

Her brown/blonde hair was styled into a fluffy perm. Her face without
make up was attractive, high cheeks, narrow nose, expressive mouth,
with a round, smooth chin. Her body was athletic, not real busty, but
curved and rounded at the chest. From what he could make out of her
legs, she was sculpted nicely there too.

The decision came upon him, he wanted to make her, right now! It was
just a matter of how to go about taking her. Thinking of his remote
experience last night with his slave toys, the plan continued to grow in
his mind.

He insinuated a control over the woman, making her wait at the edge of
the bed.

Seeking out her husband, Bob slipped his consciousness into the man. He
suppressed the other man's self into a sleep. Bob looked at his new
hands, rough and callused from physical labor.

He saw he was in the man's workshop, and had been running a lathe. He
cut the power to the device. It took a little searching in the man's head
to sort out the layout of the house. In short order he was at the door to
the bedroom.

Before him, sat his lovely wife. Whoooops! Boy, did the native mind's
thoughts crept up on him. Bob sat beside her inside this other body,
turning her towards him for a light lip brushing kiss. She dropped her
eyes.

"Oh honey, it's the middle of the day..." Bob tickled the nerves to send
signals of mild arousal through her back, legs, arms and neck.

"I'll try to make it as though we've never touched before..." he whispered
into an ear he had lifted a wisp of hair away from.

She silently acquiesced to his advances.

Kicking his shoes off, he laid her back over the freshly made bed. She
set her arms above her head and allowed him to sink his tongue into her
mouth.  Their tongues wrestled. Occasionally, he sucked one, then the
other lip between his own, striving to created the physical sensations
he could feel she craved.  With fingertips afire, he traced the muscles
of her neck. He followed the same path afterwards with the tip of his,
er, her husband's, tongue.

After a moments pause to contemplate her engrossed expression, he
carefully unbuttoned the first of her blouse's buttons. The skin exposed
by this was treated to a gentle nibbling by his lips. Tactile sensations
flooded outward from each spot he touched. He could feel the surge of
excitement radiating within his own, er the other man's, body as well.
Another button, another worshipful engagement of skin. He undid the
third button, exposing the clasp of her bra. As he finished the skin to
skin communication this time, he undid the bra's clasp, but stayed his
hand from curling back the clothe.

By now she was squirming with luxurious joy. It was quiet, she, unlike
his other recent conquests, was remarkably silent in her repose. When
he pulled back the sides of her blouse, she began to pull it off herself,
but he stopped her. She allowed him to roll her sleeves down from the
shoulders one at a time, and as he did, his lips and tongue came to
explore the newly exposed skin. She finally release a single low moan.

Bob reached across with a sliver of thought an magnified the sensation
for her. He could see within her that she no longer had any control over
her responsiveness.

Speeding the process a bit, he pulled her shorts away, leaving her clad
now only in a partially opened bra, and her panties. Edging a hand down
into the back of her panties, he brushed the backs of her cheeks. They
clenched together under his hand beginning a hip motion of incredible
delight to Bob.

The nameless woman before him watched his own motions as he stripped
himself of the clothes he'd worn into the room. Moving on her own, she
cupped his erect cock, a fairly normal size, in her hands and performed
some of her own worshipful contact touches. He lay on his back and she
began to trace her tongue all over him, with sensual little nips at his
nipples.

She tossed the now useless bra aside and putting her two slender legs
together, she slid the panties off over her knees, ankles, then toes. He
could see the panties were drenched. Undressed, the view of her was
glorious. Her pussy hair was short and curly, forming a vase shape over
her crotch. Her tits were little more than an handful, with erect pointing
nipples begging for attention.

He reached out to caress them. She slipped her lips over his prick. The
tongue gently tickling the head of his prick, she took little nips at the
skin along the length. He was surprised how agile she was at this. Then
she vacuumed the entire length right down into her throat! He strained
not to come yet. She began to turn this into a serious problem, diving up
and down a few times, pausing, then repeating the performance.

On one of her thrusts, with penis lodged deeply in her throat, he loosed a
torrent of come. He could make out the swallowing muscles on the side
of her neck.

She sat up and smiled, licking any remaining drops from her lips. There
was a self satisfied, somewhat superior look on her face.

Not to be completely outdone, he turned her on her back and lifted her
hips. He started nibbling at her thighs, creamy soft on the surface, strong
and well exercised thighs. Working his tongue amongst the folds of skin
between her legs, he rapidly found the little boat her slit enfolded into.
There at the apex, was the knob of flesh he was seeking. Bob added a
little stimulus to the already twitching nerves, a surge of pleasant
symbols tickling in amongst the others her body already was producing.

Holding her hips up, he worked around so his host's balls hung over

her face, her knees resting on his shoulders. This exposed her ass to
penetration by his fingers. Feeling the apprehension at her ass being
invaded, he found the symbols in the nerve stream were countering the
gentle brushes his fingertips were making. He eased the pain symbols
out of the stream, and suddenly the arousal increased accordingly.

With the backdoor open to his gentle touch, he lubricated his fingers in
her cunt to a growing stream of quiet suppressed moans. He continued to
lick the lips of her cunt, but began sliding first one, then two, then
three fingers in passed her sphincter.

To his delight she was trying to press the fingers in deeper. By now she
had found his cock hanging before her face enticing. He was being
sucked, nibbled and licked back to stiffness.

Finally, hard again, he stood on the bed. Continuing to hold her hips up
off the bed, he entered the darkest cavern she held. He pressed his hosts
cock into her anus until his balls rested, nestled between her ass
cheeks. She, lost in her new sensations, went into overdrive.

She pummeled her ass against him, seething with desire to suck the rest
of him into her rectum. He reached down and began to brutalize her
nipples, now raging with a sensitivity to the surge of pain/pleasure that
drove through her tits to her throat.

"Gaaaaaawwwddddaammmnnniitt!" she burst out from her throat with all
the pent up lust contained in their actions. "FUGMEEEEE!" as she worked
through the wild thrashing and to her climax.

He pulled out of her ass and entered her now steaming pussy. Wet and
surging, her  muscles squeezed the invading prick, causing another
spreading  ejaculation. He was able to unleash another flood, enough so
that the new made bed would require changing again.

"unnnghh..." he muttered. Looking at the doll like woman before him, he saw
she was wasted from her exertion.

"You never made love to my ass before, sweetheart." she whispered in
oblivion.

"I told you it would be as though we'd never touched before..." He let the
man, his host, collapse. He planted a memory of this pleasant experience
behind and looked up at the shower curtain. Oddly, his own body felt alien
to him on returning.

This time Bob hadn't messed himself.  He was completely thrilled at the
remote control sex he'd orchestrated. He felt refreshed from the
experience, not burnt out. And Betty was still working away downstairs,
none the wiser...

=====

They'd ended up at an Italian restaurant. It was a well hidden place named
Lorenzo's. The checkered tablecloths covered small tables crowded
together in such a way as to prevent two people from sitting back to back.

He ordered the Fettucini, she ordered Linguini in Clam Sauce. While they
waited for dinner, the waiter had left bread sticks for them.

He wasn't feeling very talkative, so Betty had let him be so far.

He watched with interest as she picked up her bread stick, slipped it into
her mouth and pulled the little seeds off by pulling the stick out of her
mouth. She had to repeat this several times to get all the seeds off. Then
she'd turn it around and work on the other end.

When she found several seeds remained, he found, she began to use her
little pink tongue to wet them down so they'd pop loose.

The images of bread sticks licked seductively, plunging them in and out
of her sweet lips, left his manhood strained against the crotch of his
pants. He determined it would be a bad time to stand up.

She was as deep in thought as he and was, as he watch, closing her eyes,
and opening her mouth a fraction of an inch. He found he could spot her
teeth closed lightly on the tip of her tongue when she did this. It
infuriated him to know she insisted on waiting until they got married to
share any real intimacy.

He wondered if she knew about the little turn on motions she made, or if
it was all just a part of her mannerism.

And wondering was the same as acting, for in an instant he had a thread
into her mind.

She was considering the wisdom of having expresso after the meal. She
knew it would keep her up most of the night, but she liked the strong
coffee flavor after pasta. She could tell Bob was tense, but why, she
asked herself.

He had been fine around the house, she thought he was developing some
real talents for property upkeep. In fact when she'd gotten to his house
this morning, the kitchen was spotless. She could almost believe he'd
spent much of the evening cleaning last night.

She enjoyed having him treat her well. This dinner was excellent,
although she really should have insisted on the Thai cuisine she was
more interested in tonight. He hadn't quite allowed her to manipulate
the decision as smoothly as usual. Somehow she miscalculated his
willingness to yield to her wants and was surprised when he hadn't
given in when she agreed to Italian. The ploy had always worked before.

She would make him take her to a movie. This would help both of them,
she decided. He'd lose the tension he was displaying with a nice
dramatic romance movie, she was sure. The care and feeding of  Bob, she
thought, I'm becoming the expert.

Annoyed, Bob withdrew the thread. He should have realized there was no
conscious effort to be sexy, seductive or mildly enticing on her part.
She was above such things in her own mind. A touch manipulative, but
she wasn't aware of those little sex cues she sent out in body language.

Maybe he should re-evaluate the relationship with her... no, he should
just modify it a bit. He grinned.

Betty took this as a sign he was perking up. There was no way for her to
know how this would change her life...

====

They were at the movie. It was some poor excuse for an artsy dramatic
romance. He was bored.

If only the flick had a touch of humor, rather than drowsy monotone
conversations, he might enjoy it. He liked romance, even tear jerkers,
but not painfully dragging ones. The only thing worse would be watching
nothing but TV commercials for two hours running.

So he began to scan the near vicinity for interesting minds to explore.

A narrow trail of thought wandering the neighborhood almost escaped
his attention. Not really thought, but in the spectrum he saw the
symbols in. It was narrow and straight, a bright beam of thought energy.
But Bob couldn't sense any symbols within the path, rather maybe he
could. It looked like a simple imperative demand for a subconscious
response, a sort of feedback ping.

Watching it closely, Bob concluded it was traversing a circle, not unlike
a radar. He traced back towards its source, but the closer his own probe
reached for the source, the harder it was to dodge away so the beam
missed him.

A quick jab at the heart of the beacon gave him a view of three men
sitting with a stack of electronic gear. He pulled back just in time not
to come in contact with the beacon... Could these be the 'hunters' from
yesterday's encounter?

He jabbed out and back again, trying to pull an impression from one of
the men. He no sooner established contact than it was over. There
wasn't any way to learn from this without being trapped in the
mysterious beacon. Where were these guys at least?

Then the beam stopped sweeping. He could sense they had locked onto
something. He pushed in again to see what he'd found. Tapping into the
senses of one of the men he found himself looking on as another pulled a
wirelike helmet over his head.

"Probably another guy, figured out he was telepathic, screwing anything
in skirts he can find." he heard a voice.

"That or some jerk, just taking things away from other people. They get
that way when they figure out no one can stop them. Usually, the
property branch can pick them up just by following the weird police
reports. You know, 'I lost my car- I gave it away, but I don't know how or
why', some Sparks got no imagination."

"Yeah, but it can go for months without one of the creeps popping up."

"The naturals are rare, ya know. You ain't gonna find large numbers of
them."

Bob realized the man he had probed was a trainee and the explanations

were for his benefit, so to speak. Two great coincidental events!, the telepath
popping up just now, and a newly indoctrinated trainee to delve for info.

He dug in for information from this man.  These were the 'hunters', he
was sure. They were trying to find telepaths. No big surprise so far. They
worked for some kind of super secret research project. It was vague,
vaporous even, the mystery source of funds and the authority behind the
project.

"My god!, its a woman!" One of the hunters exclaimed. "There aren't many
of them at the institute. The White Coats always wants another to study,
we may get a bonus!"

Suddenly interested, Bob determined this woman was one telepath that
would slip free of their net. First, with speed he didn't know he could
muster, he traced down their scanning beam, finding the woman.

{Flee, conceal your talent!} he sent.

{Who} she radiated {where are you?}

{hunters follow} he threw out cryptically {they'll catch you.} He
pulled her home address from her mind before slipping back to the
hunters.

He quickly realized he'd made some kind of error, there were all kinds of
alarms going off. The trainee was fumbling with a small electronic
device, trying to get it over his right ear.

"hurry, we can't let her know anymore than she already does!" The other
man was helping the trainee. Suddenly, there was no one there for him
to read. Three lumps of emptiness he could feel but couldn't penetrate
had taken the place of the hunters he'd been watching.

Allowing himself to snap free, he found his constructed defense
personality had escorted Betty back to the car. My, he thought, it's nice
to be able to do two things at once.

====

Back at the house, he invited her in for a cup of Java. It was rare
for him to do this, but not unusual. He knew she'd insist on tea though.

"Oh Bob, I'd love to come in, but how about tea rather than coffee. It is so
much better for you at the end of the day."

She swept into the kitchen to start the water. Her hips moving with a
grace he'd admired before, but now he knew for certain how unconscious it
was on her part.

He only turned on the one lamp by the window. And he settled into his
favorite chair to wait Betty's return. Tonight he was determined to have
his coffee. He slipped a suggestion into Betty, the first he'd ever made to
Betty, that it would be a nice treat to make coffee for him this time. That
he'd be more malleable to her manipulation if she did something for him.
He could see her mind fight against the idea, eventually yielding before it
despite counter arguments from within her psyche. Egocentric little bitch,
he reflected.

She came out of the kitchen with two mugs.

"Surprise, I made your coffee anyway, but don't start a habit of drinking
this stuff at bed time, I won't stand for it!" She announced, presenting
herself as the authoritative decision maker. It was time for this to
change, he decided. He made a small adjustment, a little series of symbols
to magnify the importance of his opinions in her mind. To back it up, he
added a little program to make her question her own decisions whenever
they affected other people.

"Actually, I believe a cup of coffee is superior to tea late in the evening.
Helps keep you alert for those end of the day thoughts."

"Yes, yes. I suppose you're right." She confirmed smiling at him as though
her agreement was natural. She curled up on the floor, about six or seven
feet away from his chair. He watched her hover over her tea, sipping it
reflectively. Her head was bent slightly, and with the angle exposed to
him, he could make out the lines of her muscles and the supple skin from
her hair line to her shoulders.  Her hair, draped as it was across her
shoulder, reached to her lap.

He realized his reluctance to adjust her was fading, knowing just how self
centered she was. He was tempted to turn her into a little nymphomaniac
and set her loose in a football team locker, but no...

Bob put aside the coffee mug, and sidled up against her on the floor.
Startled, a bit, she looked up at him.

"Yes?" she spoke, as though the presidential debates was under
discussion.

"Shhhh," he whispered. Bending his own head forward, he made a first,
almost puritanical kiss on her lips. He followed with a second, less
reserved entry in the same place. She allowed his tongue entry, but
didn't make any motion towards improving the embrace.

Leaning his forehead against hers, "come on Betty, open up a little bit,
enjoy some tenderness."

"Bob if this is leading to another discussion on sex, you can just forget
it right now!" He teased the nerves of her pussy and clitoris a touch.
From below he could see her body was already pushing a strong desire
up from the waist. He was stung by her venom, not the words, and
another discovery, that she was suppressing the heat herself from some
unconscious source.

"Relax a bit Betty." he commanded twice, with his voice and also with
the now all too familiar symbols from the book. She eased back,
emotionally.

He put her mug aside, still within reach. Then pulled her face gently to
his own, giving the best kiss he could bring from within himself. She
reluctantly cooperated, but didn't display the same passion.

He began to seek out the source of resistance from her mind.

Tracing back the streams of suppression into her unconscious, he found
the image of a little girl and a towering woman. The woman was
shouting about the evils men do, the horrors of submitting to sex, the
terrors of marriage, men must be controlled! He recognized the little
girl as Betty. Who was the woman though? she only bore a superficial
resemblance to Betty.

He formed an image of himself next to the little girl, staunchly
receiving a continuous lecture.

{who is that?} he whispered to her.

{That's mama, she knows everything.} replied the child worshipfully.

{Oh} He began to form another image of the woman, right next to the
first one. She began to lecture on the evils of self righteous behavior,
failure to live your own life, trying to run the lives of others. He
grinned. It might not be consistent to apply this debate to him, but it
might diffuse this fear Betty had of sex.

He hoped.

Slowly at first, but more quickly after a moment, the towering women
began to shrink and the little girl image began to fade into a more
mature image, more like the grown woman he knew.

He withdrew from her unconscious, and was pleased to see her body was
beginning to respond to the lusty necking session.

It was time to take the next step.

He pushed her onto her back, and began to shower her face and neck with
little kisses and love bites. Her lovely hair splayed out behind her head.
He brought a hand along the expanse of her shoulders, and drew it down
towards her breast.

"Please, Bob, don't" she whispered, following with a slight whimper as
his palm drew over the nipple. "oh!"

He concentrated on caressing the underside of her chin and neck with
his lips while he teased her breast with the most whispered touches.

"oh, Bob, I, I, I shouldn't. I can't, aaah, oh no."

"You are overdue, little child, and you will find no better man to yield to
than me." He allowed himself a touch of ego for the moment.

Watching her face, he began to unbutton her blouse. She turned her head
away, a tear, from confusion, drew a line across her nose.

He reached under the blouse to feel her tit. He was still massaging over
the fabric of her bra, but the nipple had become erect. Taking the tip
between his forefinger and thumb, Bob rolled the nipple tighter.

"Ooooh Bob."  Her hips had begun to writhe against his legs. She let out
another reluctant moan.

He stood up slowly, lifting her in his arms. She draped her arms over his
shoulders, around his neck. She burrowed her face into his armpit.

"No, Bob, no, please let me go home. I can't do this."

He ignored her plea.

He carried her to the bed, placing her on her back. She looked away as he
stripped off her blouse and bra, but moaned whenever he flicked his
tongue around her nipples.

She was still putting up a week resistance as he undid her pants and
drew them off of her glorious legs. He always did get a thrill from
admiring her well turned ankles. So he spent a interval providing a
teasing tongue lashing to those newly exposed appendages. She
whimpered and sighed, apparently uncertain what to expect.

He stepped out of his clothes, and lay alongside the nearly naked woman.
She didn't exactly refuse his embrace as he re-initiated the exploration
of her lips an mouth, but she wasn't enthusiastically joining in either.

Bob slipped another little control into her, pushing the hesitancy aside,
pulling her excitement forward. She started to make a few affirmative
actions on her own. Her hands started to trace across his chest,
exploring the handful of curly black hairs, discovering the shapes of his
nipples.

He reached for her crotch, finding her panties were still in place. They
were skimpy, and showing a little age, holes in places near the elastic.
He hooked his fingers in them and ripped them away, eliciting a startled
gasp from Betty. Smiling, he worked his hand down between her legs and
cupped her womanhood.

"Bob, this is, Bob, we shouldn't, Bob" she was muttering, barely
comprehensible.

She wasn't aware that she no longer had any choice. Even if she resisted
further, he had determined what he'd adjust, and how, to enforce her
cooperation. This didn't prove necessary, however, and she plastered her
body against him, plunging her tongue into his mouth.

Disengaging his mouth, entering her cunt with a finger, gave her a
wicked, possessive look.

"Want it, or not, Betty, I'm taking you tonight. You will be my
property  from now on." she pouted at his pronouncement, "You will
remain my chattel, and you will agree before you leave."

"But," and she loosed a groan of unadulterated lust, thrusting against his
fingers, "ooooh Bob!" He could feel the wave of lust washing her insides,
and along with it a sense of shame over her lost control.

Bob reached inside the bedstand drawer near at hand, pulling out a
condom. He'd gotten these yesterday just for Betty. He knew she
wouldn't be on the pill, but he wasn't going to let her escape his
penetration tonight.

"Watch now, you may be asked to do this for me later, and you wouldn't
want to make any mistakes." She watched as he rolled the latex mitten
over his erect penis, licking her lips anxiously as he did. He was
uncertain if she was worried about his entry or getting it right later.

"Oh Bob, your thing is so big." Her eyes were open as wide as he'd ever
seen them.

"Cock, Betty, say cock, or prick, or penis, or meat, or tool, or... Well,
Don't call it a thing, not ever again."

"Oh!" her eyes were wide open at the tone of command in his voice.

"Spread your legs now, wide enough to let me get my body in between."

She pulled her knees up towards her shoulder, craning her neck to see
what he planned to do. He moved his cock along the tender lips of her
cunt, teasing her a little. She gasped out a sound of mixed surprise and
pleasure, followed by little panting noises. Her hips seemed to try to
reach for him. He started to push into her recessed opening.

"Aaaah, Bob, I forgot, aaaahh." He paused a moment, to let her speak.

"You see, Bob, I've never, I mean, you know."

He smiled, "I already know you're a virgin, Betty." Her eyes showed he'd
understood, and she nodding affirmative