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I did not write this story, and I don't know who did.
I've tried to fix the paragraphing a bit, but I might
have overdone it a bit.  (Though it *IS* a lot better
to read when the paragraphs aren't 500+ lines each.)


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	_Book, What Book?_ (The_Book_pt4) 

Bob looked at the clock. It was a little after noon. 

The tall woman in the gray suit now sat in his arm chair, 
drinking a cup of caf. Bob had a plastic cup filled with soda. 
She said her name was Kim, and that was all she'd offered so 
far. 

Betty had gotten the woman her hot drink. Kim had snorted at 
her and dismissing her as unimportant, at least for now. Betty 
hovered in the kitchen, spying whenever possible on this 
unusual visitor. 

"How did you discover you've got the 'ability'?" asked Kim. 

"I read a book." 

"A what!?!" 

"A book. I found a book filled with interesting notes. Before I 
knew it, I could read mind and influence people. Honest." 

"Oh, such as your friend?" she waved her head in the direction 
of the kitchen, where Betty was noisily putting the breakfast 
dishes away. "I never had it so good, I didn't get any lectures 
or notes. So what have you done with the little tart so far?" 

His ears burned red with embarrassment, "Never mind her. Where 
did you learn how to, um, well, you know..." 
At this she snaked out a telepathic probe towards Betty. 

Quickly, Bob intercepted it and slapped it aside. Startled, she 
sent a probe towards him. It slithered around, confused in the 
phony personality he'd created for telepaths to see. He just sat 
back, pleased with her confusion, feeling his safety was 
assured. 

"Oh, my... protective too," she said, eyeing him closely. The 
look in her eyes akin to fear. 

"Stick with the subject at hand. Where did you learn to use 
your, 'ability' did you call it?" 

"Ability, yes, ability... well," she became reflective, "for me, 
you see, before life turned upside down I was a Buyer, for 
Cheney's. Perhaps you've heard of them? The department store 
chain?" 

He nodded an affirmative, but didn't speak, encouraging her 
dialogue. 

"I never would have developed my 'ability' if it weren't for 
Harry... I was just briefly in town for a new line of 
merchandise, never mind what, it no longer matters. That's when 
I saw Harry for the first time. The real problem wasn't me 
seeing him; it was unquestionably an issue of him seeing me..." 

==== 

She entered the store in her favorite silk pattern blouse, and a 
knee length skirt when he spotted her. Her hair was in a mane 
like perm, down to her shoulder blades and dyed blonde in an 
almost undetectable way, except her complexion was a little dark 
to make a good fit. 

She had soft brown eyes he could see from the corner of the 
room. Her lips formed a lush cupid's bow, and her nose was 
perfectly framed in the center of the other lovely features of 
her face. Her expression, a seductive perpetual pout with her 
eyelids lightly drooped, was 
unintentional. 

She was tall to begin with and wore 3 inch heel shoes in an 
1940's style he could only remember seeing before in old 
movies. Her shape through the hips was only slightly curved, 
but her chest, well her chest stood out indescribably far. 

He had been using his power for a day when he'd seen her, but 
he knew immediately he had to have her. His approach was 
simple and direct, he ordered her to turn about immediately 
and go to his home. 

He picked up the packages he'd 'purchased' so far, making the 
sales girl believe he was entitled to such gifts. 

Of course, the other gifts he accepted from her before he left 
included squeezing her tits, groping her cunt, and that great 
blow job. He made sure to get her phone number, ordering her to 
forget the encounter. She even told him how wonderful it was to 
serve him, with a godalmighty radiant smile. He'd told her to, 
after all. 

The power made him giddy. Harry, oh you know, he was the kind of 
guy who now believed he was God. He'd always knew he was 
entitled to anything he wanted, no matter how he got it, and 
now, well, now he got it. 

==== 

She was waiting, somewhat glossy eyed at the door to his 
apartment when he arrived. His command of the talent was a 
little odd. He seemed to think it was hypnosis, and his orders 
tended put his chosen ones into trances. 

"I'm going to take some of my orders off you. When I do, you 
will be unable to leave, but able to speak your on your own. You 
understand?" 

She didn't respond. It took him a moment to figure he hadn't let 
go enough to let her do so. This was new for him too. Up until 
now, all he did was force girls he'd taken to perform sex with 
him. This was making him happy so far. But he was gonna step up. 
She was gonna talk to him too. 

"What have you done to me?" she demanded. She would have stamped 
a foot, but didn't seem able to move it. 

"Taken control. You will do anything I say, and at least act 
like you like it too." he answered. 

"You disgusting brute. There are names for creatures like you, 
but I won't insult the others by associating you with them!" 

"Step inside please," he said opening the door. 

"Not on your fucking life!, I'm going to scream!" She began to 
do so, but, Harry's seen that before. He smiled. 

"Every time you scream for help, instead you will beg for me to 
hit you. If you try to call or ask for help when other folks are 
around, you will have an urge to nibble sexily on my ear." 

"Please hit me," came from her mouth, much to her surprise. "oh, 
no." she clasped her hands over her disobedient lips. 

He waved her inside. Kim found her feet and legs were answering 
to another set of commands than her own. She walked inside. 

The apartment was a dump. No one had cleaned inside for at least 
a week. The art on the walls was mostly pin-ups from 
pornographic magazines, or tasteless posters for violent 
horror movies. 

"You don't really expect me to stay, do you?" she tried again 
to turn and leave, "I simply won't put up with this!" 

"Oh, you have no choice. If I want, you'll crawl to me on your 
belly and beg me to keep you in a kennel. Good thing for you 
all I want is a good fuck. You'll like it." 

"That's it!" and she walked, no she didn't! so she said "hit 
me, I beg you, hit me." Tears ran down her cheeks. 

He was giggling, in a sneering sort of way. Harry thought this 
was more fun than just turning the other girls into pliant 
blow-up dolls. 

She stood, stunned at her inability to control her own body. 

"Get undressed in the bedroom. I'm gonna get a beer, and I'll 
be in in a moment." He sneered a little. She realized his sneer 
could get worse. 

Her volition missing, she went to the bedroom. This proved to 
be a room strewn with clothing, probably the pile against the 
corner were the clean ones. A mattress lay on the floor. The 
sheet was loosely tucked under it in a few places. 

Her beautiful silk blouse she folded up next to her shoes. The 
skirt was placed upon the blouse. Her high heels were put along 
to one side. She was unsnapping the bra when Harry came in. 

"WOW." he exclaimed. "Those are the largest fucking bazooms 
I've ever seen on a broad." He took the immediate liberty of 
wrapping both hands around one breast and squeezing. 

His expectation of her response didn't mesh with her actual 
response. He wanted a moan or a sigh, and when this didn't come 
he frowned. He added a new command. 

"You'll get hot every time I touch you. This will make you get 
horny and want to come. But you can't come 'til I say so."  and 
then he used the power to make her do as he said. 

Harry was very sexy. She could now see how handsome he was. He 
had her nipples between his fingers and was twisting them, very 
hard. This had an effect of drawing sexual heat through her 
chest. Her knees wanted to buckle, but she had to get to the 
bed. 

She was kissing Harry. She just wrapped her arms around his 
neck and dove into his lips. He was great! There wasn't enough 
to him to get her desires fulfilled. She didn't know how she 
had missed it before! 

She rubbed her breasts on either side of his lust covered face. 
Her feminine hands felt for Harry's prick in his crotch. 

Since his pants were in the way, she began to strip them off 
him. She couldn't move far without rubbing her crotch against 
some part of Harry's body. The more she touched him or the more 
he touched her, the farther she went down the path of desire. 
Yet it was a yearning for an orgasm that wasn't coming. 

"Okay slut. You're so fucking hot. You gotta get me hot. Start 
suckin' my wang." he pushed her head down to his crotch. 

She'd actually never performed oral sex before. As she placed 
the male organ in her mouth, she began to suck it like a straw. 

This made her hot too, since just touching Harry was enough to 
make her lust for orgasm, and desperate for more. Unsastified 
by her clumsy efforts, he fucked her wet mouth with force, 
plunging against the teeth at the back, unconcerned how it 
worked out. 

"Suck it, cunt. Yeah suck it." He continued to pump, thrilled 
about the incredible woman wringing his juices out of his cock. 
"oooohh, yeaa.. fukit fukit... uhhh." 

A surge of come entered her mouth, she choked, not thinking to 
swallow. The come dribbled out the sides of her mouth and down 
her chin to drip on Harry's legs. 

"You fukin' bitch! Don't you know enough to swallow it?" He 
shouted, his displeasure overriding his enjoyment. Somehow, he 
overlooked his explicit control of her behavior. 
She shook her head, upset that she'd failed to please Harry. She 
swallowed what was left, and began to clean him off with her 
tongue and lips. 

"Yeah, use your tongue bitch! Clean it all off." She did as told, 
aroused again by the contact. Her body was humping at the hips 
madly. Her legs were squeezing together in sheer lust. She began 
to feel her own cunt and clit, trying to get off without success. 

She was licking the come off his balls and cock. Soon it began to 
stiffen up again. She was pleased. Now he could get her off. She 
wanted his cock inside her. She didn't care how brutal he acted as 
long as she got to have him. 

"All right!" He slammed her onto her back. She anxiously, with 
excitement, pulled her legs apart so he could gain easy access. 
He couldn't get in her womanly box fast enough for her. 

He pinned each of her wrists above her head, allowing himself a 
better view of the helpless woman. She could sense that bruises 
would grace both arms and wrists afterwards. Fighting through 
the haze of orgasmic lust, she hoped for the release to come. 

Hoping the frustrating wait for orgasm would reward her with 
the energy it was promising. 

He pushed his prick between her cunt lips, thrusting his entry 
once the head was in. The heat surged upwards from her groin, 
not yet breaching her chest and throat. She pulsed against his 
cock, hoping for each pistoned join to throw her over, glad of 
the chance to take such pleasure with Harry. 

Harry, lost in her cunt, was in heaven. Such a righteous 
chick to take. The strongest aphrodesiac ever, this power to 
force her. She was all his, she couldn't leave. He would 
even give her a name, one he liked, and she would like it 
too. 

His body pressed against hers, he could feel her nipples. She 
felt the shock of electric excitement spin through her boobs. 
She needed this fuck so badly. Harry was the best. 

Suddenly, he grunted. "ungh, ungh aaaaaaaa FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK" 
and he sent a warm liquid rush into her cunt. She could feel it 
flood through her vagina, escaping around the edges of his 
cock. The dripping overflow tickled the backs of her thighs and 
slipped over her ass. 

Harry rolled aside. Kim kept trying to hump against his legs. 
Her fevered pitch was becoming higher and more frantic. She had 
to come, only he could make her. As if she were a dog in heat, 
she kept trying to get his attention. 
 
She held his leg against her crotch, with her head performing 
whiplash twists as she moaned, "Please, ooooo, pleeaase, 
unnng, ooohhh, aaannngg, gggg, ggg ggg, nnnnghh. Oh fuck me, 
pllllleeeaaaaa, aah aaah ahhh, ssssss" 

Almost as if he didn't really want to acknowledge her, he 
said, "You slut, heh, can I call you slut now?" 

"Yess, fuck me, fuck me, call me, uh, anything you want, slut 
is fine, please, just please, fuck me." Then Harry took one 
nipple in his mouth and bit down, hard. This sent a jolt of 
sexual pleasure through her body. 

"You're my fuckin' bitch now. Say it. Say you belong to me." 

"God, yes. please fuck me, unnh, I, unnn" 

"Not until you say it bitch. Say you are mine, all mine." 

"GGGnnn! I'm your slut, your bitch, aaaa, gawdamn, fuck me 
please fuck me." 

He grinned with superiority. "Come when I stick my finger up 
your ass...," he commanded. 

"Oh god, unnnhhh, please... fuck..." she moaned deeply. She'd 
never liked anything in her ass before, but she'd do anything 
for the final jolt of orgasm that was building. "GOD!, please 
take my ass soon. aaaah" 

He lost his face in her large tits again. She was desperate to 
come, unwilling to irritate him, her greatest desire was to 
please him, to convince him to make her come. She begged, she 
pleaded for his finger, for any touch of that finger, in her 
ass right away. 

He moved a hand onto her ass. The cheek was firm and muscular. 
She lurched in both arousal and anticipation. Both cheeks were 
pinching in and out to excite her pussy. With a suddenness, 
borne of taunting, he plunged a finger up her ass. This too 
gave her unexpected pleasure, but most importantly, the 
release she was waiting for...  

"OOOOOOOOOOEEEEEEAAAAAAEEEAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHNNNNNGNNGGGOD!" she 
screamed. And began to collapse, limp as a dish rag. 

==== 

He took her again. Each time in a way she'd heard of but never 
dreamed she'd find enjoyable. His turn-on seemed to be anything 
he could force on her, and she would like it. He was always in 
charge, always calling the shots, always overriding her initial 
feelings. She was expected to remember what he liked, and do it 
for him without being told. 

He called her Bambi. He said it suited her. She felt 
particularly humiliated by this, she'd known a woman named 
Bambi who was a prostitute. When he learned this he was 
particularly proud of himself. She was only to answer to Bambi 
whenever anyone addressed her. 

He programmed her to come whenever he held her wrist and 
squeezed her elbow. She had some lurching, far less than secret 
orgasms on public buses, in the bank, outside a high school 
window. The little boys were lewdly staring through the 
windows. She could imagine their wet little dongs, dripping in 
their pants. He made her come twice that 
time. 

Once, it was a crowded elevator. He told her to expose her 
boobs to the guys on the elevator. Everyone was allowed a 
feel, he insisted. He allowed her to accept money from one of 
the men, embarrassing her even more. 

The humiliation excited her almost as much as his touch. He 
made her come for every man on that elevator at least once, 
and blow the last guy on the top floor. She wasn't allowed to 
swallow the semen until they got back downstairs. 

He got other women, when she got a little boring. Then she did 
things like video-tape him when he was screwing. But he was too 
thrilled with her huge tits to let her go... 

She lived with him for almost a year this way. She prayed he 
would never throw him out. She needed him so badly, needed the 
humiliation, the public shame. He was her dream man. The man 
she knew she always needed. She came to feel this was certain. 
She'd never known a better lover. 

He decided he needed a new apartment. Since there was no reason 
to pay for anything he could get free, it was a large 
apartment. And he got a maid to come clean it up. She also did 
his prick once in awhile. 

Bambi didn't mind. It was important for her to see him using 
other women too. She wanted him to have some variety. He kept 
her though, so she must be better, she felt. 

He collected a few nice cars for himself. And a good stereo, 
some furniture that wasn't shabby at all, thank you. Nor were 
the two legged furniture he collected shabby either. 
And eventually, he collected some new friends, unexpected 
friends. 

==== 

They came while he was out. Several large men with hypodermics. 
They'd given her a shot, not at all concerned that she was 
naked in high heels when she answered the door. A few minutes 
later, she slept. 

When she awoke she was in a bedroom, an entire wall was mirror. 
She screamed for Harry for a while. She thought he must have 
come up with a new way to embarrass her, maybe selling her into 
a brothel. 

A man came in from time to time to ask her questions; who was 
she? (Bambi), where did she live? (with Harry), what did she 
do? (fuck mostly)... 

At one point a different man came in and tried to fuck her. 

What he really did was try to seduce her in a very before-she-
met-Harry manner. The idea someone was watching from behind the 
mirror was exciting, but not enough to get her engines going. 
The man was disappointed, but didn't seem upset with her. 

Later, a woman tried the same thing. Bambi, wasn't interested, 
thank you. Harry said such things were disgusting, she thought 
it was pretty vile too. 

It was after she got frustrated about not getting laid, she had 
no idea why, the change came. 

The next time a man came to ask her questions. He had no idea 
what he was in for... 

==== 

She reached out with her mind and made him slap her. Her loins 
rose, entirely aflame. She did something to him, making him use 
his strength to force himself on her. 

In moments, he'd torn off the clothes she'd been given, thin 
hospital like things. He twisted her nipples as hard as he 
could, sitting on her to keep her from fighting back. She would 
have scores of new bruises afterwards. She loved it. 

She was hot and ready. Her cunt was drenched. He wrenched her 
arms behind her back, pushing her on her back to hold them 
there. Then he used his knees to separate her legs and opened 
his pants up one handed. 

While her head was thrashing left to right, emitting gasps and 
the beginnings of a panting rhythm, he pressed his cock into 
her. She'd done something to hold him back for a time, she 
wasn't sure what. 

He pounded away at her, giving her biting kisses that bruised 
her lips in ways she found tantalizing. From time to time he 
slapped her breasts open handed. Almost invariably, somewhere 
she wanted it. 

"aaaannnNNNNGGGGGGOOOOOOODAMMMMMM!" she screamed, releasing an 
orgasm to rival the one she'd first had with Harry. The man 
began to fill her with his come, squeezed almost dry by the 
combination of her muscled cunt and his intensity. He collapsed 
immediately, completely spent. 

While she lay there, panting with only reminiscences of the 
release, several men rushed in the room. The needles stabbed 
her before she'd known what hit her. The pain was a pleasant 
aftershock. 

How did they know she was responsible for the whole thing...? 

==== 

"Eventually, I woke up in a lab. These guys had something that 
stops you from controlling them. They shaved my head to attach 
some kind of monitoring equipment. I think it was a couple of 
weeks before I got away though, it might have been longer." 

"How'd you do that?" Bob asked. 

"Some people never remember to check batteries." So, he 
thought, a carelessness they may never repeat, "One day, one of 
the guys forgot it for his whiz box. I got control and he 
helped me escape. Not before I got to see how telepaths are 
treated, though. Harry, well, Harry is as good as dead." 

"And they've hunted you ever since." 

"Well, I set myself up for a while, even had a bunch of toy men 
to serve me. Like you have that little twat on a leash." she 
grinned a weak grin, "its nice to have 3 men at once, at my 
beck and call. Especially since they did exactly what I wanted. 
But somehow the Institute found my hideout." 

"They've got a radar like gimmick they use to search out 
telepaths." 

"I may have gotten careless. I went to visit Harry's old place. 
Friday at the mall I was trying to shake the ones watching for 
me to come back. You bailed me out by distracting them. I got 
your address from, um, well, you know." 
 
"I think so. Well, there's at least one more telepath out there we 
should help stay away from these goons. But you should relax 
first. Where have you been staying?" 

"In one of the department stores. No one sees me unless I want 
them to." 

"I see. I don't want you here though, you know." 

"Um, well yeah, think I might interfere with your little trollop, 
eh?' 

His ears burned again. Betty was making too much noise to hear 
anything though. 

"Oh, the possibility had occurred to me. But it also occurs to me, 
both of us are threatened as long as the 'Institute' is 
hunting for anyone with, er, 'ability'. And you might draw 
them to me and the other way around too." 

"Look, I'll promise to leave your 'toys' be, I'll even join in 
if you want. I get awfully horny, and Harry isn't around 
anymore. I don't even know what of me was his instructions and 
how much was me before Harry." she made a sincere plea. 

"Yeah, I'll think on it. The idea of another telepath in the 
house just is a little hard to accept. It may be a little 
complicated." 

Reluctantly, she left an address with him. But not before 
giving Betty a withering look of disapproval. Betty didn't 
notice. 

Bob did. 

==== 

Bob was in an apartment building near the mall. It was 
Thursday. His excitement had returned, the 'hunters' a distant 
threat. He hadn't yet decided what to do about Bambi and Kim. 
But he felt a need to practise his talent. 

Since Betty had started to take over the household chores, 
little things he had lost had been turning up. Organization had 
come to his home. Betty didn't like sharing him with Randi, and 
strongly disliked being left alone with "the pushy dyke". 

She hadn't completely given up hope of being dominant in some 
manner over the household. Mostly, she and Randi had begun to 
compete for his attention by any means possible. So she strove 
to please him in ways other than sexual too. 

He'd found a slip of paper on his dresser. One of them had 
found it in his papers and left it where he'd find it. This had 
the name and address of a young woman on it. It took him a few 
minutes to recall where this had come from. 

She'd never met him, but he remembered her from the mall. She 
was lusting after new mothers walking throughout the mall. 
Suddenly he was enticed to seek her out. 

He found the address easily. He resisted the temptation to use 
his talent right away, so he rang the bell, but no one 
answered. He found the superintendent. Soon he was in Mary 
McKinnon's apartment, and no one would remember seeing him 
enter. 

Somehow, to Bob, pawing about in Mary's apartment was as 
exciting as intruding into her mind. He had found another means 
of violating her, without her having any ability to resist. The 
mundane nature of intrusion was unimportant. He was having his 
way with her more simply than his present norm, a pleasurable 
working of his will on hers. 

Hell, he hadn't even met her yet. The excitement was growing in 
him. 

Looking through her things, he was able to learn where she'd 
gone to school. He found her check stubs and learned about 
things she bought. Her closet was filled with pants suits, 
mostly. There were a very few dresses, and nothing he construed 
as sexy. Everything he found he restored to its original 
location. 

In her desk, he found a pile of letters from her brother, dated 
over 5 years ago. And a few letters from other friends. 

He heard keys being juggled at the lock. Turning out the 
lights, he watched the door open as she stepped inside. She 
closed the door again, and turned about, placing her purse on a 
narrow table she kept by the door. She turned on the lights, 
and stepped into the kitchen. 

He was intrigued by this enigma. He hadn't probed her since the 
mall. She made noise in the kitchen for a while, and he simply 
waited. When she finally came into the living room, she jumped 
with a terror brought of confronting an intruder. 

"Hello Mary." he uttered in a low voice. 

"Who the hell are you and how the fuck did you get in here?!?" 
she demanded scrambling towards the phone. 

"I came with a proposition to make." She stood, receiver in 
hand, much reassured by the dial tone. "I could have cut the 
phone cord if I wanted to, before you got here." 

"I guess so," she paused, "Make it quick though, my patience is 
thin for this kind of crap. You broke into my home buster, and 
I'm gonna see you pay." She was shaking. 

"Actually, the police can't arrest me. But as to you and me, I 
have a proposition. You may want to hear it." Wow!, all he'd 
had to do so far was talk, she'd gone from kill first to 
talking. 

"Get to it then, then get the hell out." 

"You like women." 

"I like men." 

"You might, but you also want a woman, specifically, you want 
one giving milk. You've been having this fantasy for a while." 
she shook, as with a chill. 

"yes," she whispered, the fear rising just the least amount, "I 
do. But nobody knows that. Nobody. I haven't told a soul." 

"Well I can arrange it for you." 

"How the fuck would you do a thing like that," she banged the 
phone on the switch hook. "'Excuse me Mrs., I just happen to 
know a girl who wants to suck milk from your tits, would you 
mind coming to her apartment tonight?', give me a break!" 

He smiled. The smile shook her. 

"Something a lot like that, really." 

"Oh great!, sure. And what, pray tell, is in it for you!?" she 
exclaimed. 

"You wouldn't believe me entirely. Let us say, I want to share 
the carnal experience." he thought about vampires now, sucking 
the sexual energy from victims in the act. Silly thought, more 
reasonable to assert he was sucking the fantasy from his 
victim's act tonight. "I have a talent. It's a powerful skill 
allowing me a certain persuasive ability. I'm trying real hard 
not to use it on you." 

"Why not, you'd get exactly what you want, if you really have 
the unique skill you claim." 

"Oh, it's real enough. You want a demonstration?" 

"Why? you can't give milk... men can't give milk. So who would 
you persuade into giving her milk to me?" 

"Men can sometimes give milk, irrelevant though. Is one of the 
mothers you've leered after in the building?" 

She sat down. The phone, still in her hand began to ring. She 
jumped. He didn't. She answered and shooed the caller away. 

"There's Patty, on the first floor. I see her when I do 
laundry sometimes." Mary was showing signs of the dreamy 
fantasy intruding on the conversation. "God, she's cute. Her 
boobs sometimes drip the milk after she's nursed little Anna. 

They're almost twice as big as they were before she got 
preggers. She doesn't show any sign of having gained weight 
from the pregnancy." 

"Can you call her? Its only about 8:30, ask her to come up 
here." Reluctantly, she dialed the number. 

==== 

She had him answer the door. She wasn't leaving the phone. Bob 
didn't mind. He wouldn't let her dial more than two digits 
anyway. 

The woman at the door was carrying a baby carrier. She also 
bore a large bag, easily identified as a diaper bag. This 
woman evidently was using disposable diapers. Bob refrained 
from his environmentalist reaction to the disposables. 

The child, sound asleep, bore the same striking resemblance of 
all babies to cherubs. Finally unencumbered, Patty was able to 
stand straight and Bob took in the assets she displayed. 

Her dark hair was cut short, to her ears. Bob reflected this 
was wise considering the disgusting things long hair could get 
into around babies. She was without makeup, but still had an 
unblemished face, with round soft lips. Her shoulders were 
wide, but the breasts were showing themselves larger than he'd 
expect with her frame, probably hadn't nursed the baby 
recently. Her hips were a little padded, but her waist was 
slender and flat. 

"Patty, this is, um, Bob. He's visiting for a few minutes." 
He reached out and took some control over Patty. Then he, 
dramatically for the impression Mary would get, walked to her 
and held her eyes locked onto his for a moment. 

"Hey, what are you doing?" Mary said. 

"You want to suck milk from her tits?" 
 
"Well, yeah, but I don't want you to hurt her either." 
Bob shrugged and smiled at Mary. 

"Patty," he gave verbal instructions, "Mary is more than your 
friend. She is your second baby. You need to nurse your second 
baby. She's been crying and you know she's hungry." 

Patty smiled at Mary, took her by the hand. She led the other 
woman to her couch. Sitting down so Mary could lay her head on 
her lap, she lifted the t-shirt she wore and opened a flap on 
her nursing bra. A moment later she lifted Mary's head and lips 
to her nipple and cradled her head in her arm. 

"There, there, sweetheart. Its all right. Mommy loves you, time 
for a bit of nursing." Her face peered down adoringly at Mary, 
one hand stroking the gentle features of Mary's face. 

Mary was sucking, having forgotten Bob entirely for the moment. 
He could see her cheeks pull in with the suction, as at the 
same time she began to wiggle at the hips. Mary's hand slid 
down to her crotch and began rubbing through the fabric of her 
jeans. 

"Unbutton them." he said. Remembering he was there, she glared, 
but obeyed. 

Patty's free hand moved to the supine woman's open pants. The 
fingers worked their way under the panties. Seconds later the 
hand was making humping motions in Mary's crotch. 

Patty, oblivious to the sexual antics of her neighbor, and her 
own hand, looked briefly to see her first baby was doing well. 

"unnhh," Mary was starting to fade into deep excitement. Her 
suckling theft of milk was only part of her activities. Her 
hips were beginning to roll and gyrate under the administration 
of Patty's fingers. 

Bob, excited a little himself, could see the dripping nipple 
from time to time. He realized the nursing woman was starting 
to soak through her t-shirt at the other breast. Kneeling over 
Mary's chest he lifted the t-shirt to expose the other breast, 
harnessed in a bra cup with a snap clasp front. He opened this, 
unwrapping the last vestige of protection for the wet nipple. 

Patty's breast was extremely firm from the engorgement of milk, 
this tit was full. Watching the nipple he could see the milk 
spraying, in several directions at once. The suckling at the 
other nipple got this one started as well. Placing his lips 
around the puffy nipple he found it was spurting milk in tiny 
thin streams of fluid. 

The milk was sweet, he found, very sweet, and very thin. It was 
almost like skim milk someone had added a bit of sugar to. He 
sucked until he got a mouthful of the thin sugary liquid, then 
swallowed. 

He swallowed as much as he could get. He was becoming very 
horny, but he was unwilling to stop nursing while a drop 
remained. He knew she'd produce more for the baby. The breast 
slowly began to sag as he emptied the precious nectar from her. 

His thirst for the rare ambrosia was unquenchable, he felt 
frustrated at the slow rate the milk flowed from the woman's 
breast. 

Meantime, Mary reached a state where she could no longer suck. 

The moans were spectacular. "Oh god. What, oh, fuck, make me 
come baby. make me come." she was a step a way and Patty kept 
fingering her while 

Bob sucked the teat. "Oh! oh! oh! oh, YESSSSSSSS!" and Mary 
clenched with spasms from coming. She lay panting, beneath him, 
trying to recover from her orgasm. 

Patty, under Bob's direct control, caressed his hair as he 
enjoyed the stolen nourishment. It thrilled him to have Mary 
trapped beneath him while he fulfilled her fantasy for himself. 
He got up after another moment. Then he took off his pants. 

"What are you doing!?" Mary asked, it seemed she was not 
expecting him to actually join in. 

"You got off, I want to get off." He moved Patty to the floor, 
drawing her jeans off her legs. He pulled off her panties and 
spread her legs. 

"You're disgusting. Her baby is right there." 

"The child is asleep. You should talk about disgusting. You 
wanted to suckle at a new mother's breast. Well, I gave you 
your fantasy. I'm also enjoying her pussy." He plunged his 
prick into the mesmorized mother's cunt. He pumped his cock in 
a few times to work the moisture into flowing. 

Mary, intrigued by her friend's complacency at being fucked by 
a total stranger, knelt down beside the two of them. She seemed 
a little disturbed by something. 

"Um, I know it may be too late to offer," she began. 

"Yeah, what is it," he tickled the woman on the floor with his 
power to help excite her sexual interest. 

"You can fuck me instead." 

He laughed as he thrust again, this time receiving a resounding 
moan of pleasure from Patty. 

"I can do you too, if I want." He carried on the conversation 
without slowing the rate of his strokes. 

"You can do me too. No argument. You lived up to your promise. 
I, I, wow, she's fantastic to watch in sex. Are all women this 
neat to watch? Do I look like this when I...?" She stared at 
the writhing woman beneath Bob. "Oh, yeah. Fuck her good!" She 
got intensely fascinated by the present view. Her chin wobbled 
and lurched right along with the other woman's motions, her 
lips forming similar expressions. 

"Uhnnn, yeah, even you. unnn, you really have, ohhh yeah, 
developed a streak, oh shit yeah, of lesbianism." grunt. 

"fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, don't, oh don't" mumbled the 
mother. Mary leant down and sucked at Patty's breasts, licking 
and nibbling at the whole tit, not just the nipple. "OOOOOHHHH 
YESSS" came from the mother, excited by the contact. The lust 
filled attack brought more milk from the undulating breast. 

"My, you really are getting into this." Bob spoke mostly to 
himself. With a grin, he remembered, Mary was in no way under 
his direct control. It made a difference in his excitement. 
The pressure grew in his groin. With a burst of humping, he 
loosed his seed within the woman pinned below. He pushed the 
cock into her a few more times, allowing the surge to ride 
along. 

Patty in due turn let out a screeching orgasm of her own. Mary, 
twisting her friend's nipples, milk dribbling between her 
fingers, could scarcely hold on. The thrusting hips were in 
motion still as Patty began to come down again, glowing from 
having been sexed. 

Bob stood and walked out to the kitchen. Coming back with a 
glass of water, he sat, still half dressed, on the couch. 

Mary was stroking her friend's breasts, her legs, her 
stomach. Patty didn't seem to notice at the moment. Bob took 
the mesmerization instructions away a little at a time, 
leaving a strong desire for secret liaison with Mary. 

"Patty will come to believe you two have been secret lovers 
for some time. It will be a secret, her husband won't know, 
she won't let him know. Not even by accident, because she'll 
forget whenever she's not with you or talking to you on the 
phone." He told Mary. 

"How did you do that?" she asked. He smiled, self 
satisfaction over his control of these women was rising. 
Power was itself arousing. 

"It doesn't matter. It's done." 

"What is your price for this, this, this, I don't know what 
to call it." she looked fearful, she hadn't been since before 
Patty had offered her tit to her. "What is it you want, 
really?" 

"Well, for now," he leered a bit, "tonight you will do 
everything to satisfy me, complete sexual slavery, without me 
having to use my talent on you." he paused, "I suppose in the 
future you'll allow me free use of you any time I want, of 
course, I can set you up with a few more playthings. I guess I 
want your total trust and loyalty in exchange for the gifts I'll 
be giving you. But it doesn't matter, since I can force it on 
you if you misbehave. I'd just rather you did it of your own 
free will." 

She bit her lower lip. She fondled Patty, and Patty, somewhat 
conscious, began to fondle Mary's breasts. Clumsily, she felt 
for Mary's nipples, smiling up with an intense expression of 
love and lust. 
She gulped. 

"Okay, I'd sell my soul for this," she muttered. "Can I, I mean, 
do you mind if I...?" 

"Oh, by all means let her take you for another ride, but I'm 
going to take you next." He sat back to watch. 

The two women began to neck. The frantic kisses were briefly 
interrupted by the baby, who chose that moment to wake up 
crying. 

Bob frowned, little brat, how dare it interfere. He stepped over 
to the small cradle like carrier. Unsnapping the little safety 
belt he picked the little creature up under its arms. He began 
carefully, as if playing with eggs, tucked its head onto his 
shoulder and began to pat the back. Hey, this was pretty cool, 
the little, eh... girl, was cooing in his ear. Well, let's see, 
he thought. Wet?, he tried to figure out whether the diaper was 
too far gone. 

The two nearly naked women were staring at him, Mary's jaw 
hanging loosely. 

"What's your problem," he snapped. "Never saw a guy snuggle a 
baby before?" 

"Well, yesss," she answered, "But Anna doesn't even let her 
father hold her." 

The kid started to burble. Bob was enjoying the tiny innocent he 
held. The little ball of flesh was actually grinning at him. It 
took a little time, but the fuzz topped bundle did fall back to 
sleep. 

Mary plunged herself back into Patty's eager embrace. This woman 
was determined to make the most of this particular opportunity. 

They necked for a time. Trading tiny little lip nibbles on each 
other's face and neck, they slowly aroused their urges until 
they began petting the exposed breasts and cunts. Ultimately 
they ground their cunts together, Mary on top, while totally 
wrapped up in their kissing. 

The moans and groans lasted some time before the two 
spasmotically unleashed their orgasms. Mary's hair had become 
scraggly strands covered with sweat, Patty was covered with her 
own dripping fluids of all kinds. 

Patty took the kid down to her apartment, leaving him with Mary. 

==== 

It was completely different giving verbal instructions, rather 
than manipulating her. 

Mary was anxious to please him though. She went down on him 
right away, no arguments. Her pink-red tongue lashed the length 
of his cock with her saliva. He could tell she had little 
experience at blowing guys, but she made up for the lack with 
enthusiasm. He told her verbally to cushion her teeth with her 
lips and tongue, and how to warn him if she was gagging. 

She spread her legs at his command once he got hard again, and 
did everything she could to excite him. She pleaded in his ear 
for his cock. She fingered his balls gently. She kissed him as 
passionately as she had kissed Patty. Her breasts pressed 
excitedly against his chest. 

She wasn't as responsive to his touch as she was to Patty's 
though, and this excited him too. The idea she would literally 
do anything for him, made her more his property in some ways 
than Fran was. This held more power than the talent alone 
delivered. Fran was totally remade for his use, a whole new 
person underneath. Mary had voluntarily given her body in 
payment. She probably would worship him publicly if he so much 
as suggested it. 

His cock entered the self acclaimed toy he now owned by 
purchase, rather than simple seizure. She was moist, having 
aroused herself, if by no other means, by the memory of Patty's 
dripping nipples. 

Bob held off on purpose. He waiting for her breath to pick up. 
He wanted to hear her pant. 

After a few minutes she started to writhe with lust. The passion 
she used throwing herself into the act with him raised fires 
within. Her hips rose and fell with each thrust of his cock. Her 
teeth clenched shut, pressuring herself, trying to bring herself 
off. Her body developed a glossy sheen from the sweat she 
devoted to the act. 

"Unnnngh," moaned from her throat, "aaah, please, oh god, 
please." 

Suddenly her eyes clenched tightly, like her teeth. A stuttering 
orgasm worked her muscles and breath. 

Bob let his orgasm loose, spurting a burst of cum into Mary. 
He drooped over to her side. 

She panted, but turned to him immediately. She planted lust 
filled kisses anywhere he didn't seem to be moving. Determined 
she would fill her part of their bargain, doing her best to 
convince him of her pleasure in doing so. Energetically, her 
movements became fluid and sensual, almost romantic in 
devotion. 

They screwed again before he left, satisfied she belonged to 
him as surely as Fran, Randi, and Betty. 

He gave her his phone number and address. She clenched tightly 
to the slip of paper as though a life-line, a tight hold on 
her deepest desires. 

==== 

Friday, he went in to work and resigned. The talent would 
provide income if he had enough seed money. 

He took the money he had, a tidy, not overwhelming sum, and 
invested it. A few calls here and there, some light snooping 
into the minds behind the companies, and by next week the 
initial investment would double. All he'd have to do was pay 
taxes, and try real hard not to look too omniscient. 

He was pleased again, the plans he had would make him very 
comfortable, but not look as if he were just snapping up other 
people's property. 

This could work. He didn't want to get caught like Harry. He 
didn't know what Harry's ultimate fate was, but he'd avoid 
finding out first hand. 

==== 

Janet came by Saturday. Ben was probably at work. When Bob 
answered the door, Janet stood there, simply smiling radiantly 
at him. 

"Hi." she said. 

"Oh hello." 

"Mind if I come in?" 

He waved her in. It was early afternoon, Betty would be home 
soon, and Randi shortly after. They'd gone shopping, and he'd 
arranged for Fran to come by with her maid uniform that night. 
He was going to have all three decked out as servants tonight. 
And play, of course. 

"What can I do for you." 

She slid her entire body against him, reaching up with her chin, 
planting a lusty open mouthed smooch on his lips. Instinctively 
his arms encircled the woman. He pulled her closer, if possible, 
and delved his tongue past hers. 

The woman began to writhe against him. He reached down her back 
to the waist band of her skirt and slid his hands inside the 
skirt, then the panties. Her fleshy bottom was smooth and warm 
to his touch. A touch she seemed to welcome. Well, she was 
making a gift of herself to him, he wasn't going to let her 
completely run the show. 

"I see," He pulled his head back, but he slid his finger up her 
ass. The immediate result was a yelp of surprise. He was also 
rewarded with a slight sigh of joy. 

"If you want to start there, then by all means, feel free." she 
mumbled into his chest, going limp. He could sense her choose 
to submit to his passions. 

"I like using this part of you like a harness." he explained, 
turning her around to force her to the bedroom. "You'll find 
I'll put up with a lot, but I'm the one in charge. We do what I 
want, when I want." 

"I, uh, won't argue," she purred with the delight of someone 
getting their own way, by subterfuge. She obediently turned 
with his hand and finger. 

He fucked her butt with his finger all the way to the bedroom. 
She was sweating from the strain of trying to keep the stimulus 
hot the way she wanted. He simply grinned from her slight 
discomfort over his controlling the situation. 

To her shock, in the bedroom he simply ripped the panties off. 
Janet wasn't quite sure whether he did it for shock value, or 
for expediency. She didn't say anything, allowing him to 
control her movement as he wished. 

Bob had her stand at the foot of the bed, pushed her shoulders 
down against the mattress, and made her stick her ass in the 
air. 

He flipped the skirt she wore up onto her back, leaving a 
lovely bottom exposed to his view. Her heels helped raise her 
derriere to allow splendid exposure, although her balance was a 
touch off in this position. Her lower cunt lips were clearly 
visible, and the dark little pucker of her anus was showing 
well. 

He dropped his pants and rubbed his semi-hard penis against her 
butt. 

He slowly went to the bathroom to get the KY. She remained 
poised as he'd left her when he came back. Warming the KY in 
his hands, he rubbed it on his now stiff member. 

She'd obviously done this before, she reached back and pulled 
her cheeks apart, trying to get an opening of her sphincter for 
him. His cock in hand he pressed in the first inch. 

She barked out a complaint against the intrusion, but confessed 
it always hurt her during the initial entry. "Don't stop now, 
you'll fit just fine." 

He worked the hole open a little further with his fingers. She 
suppressed pain and sought the pleasure as her anus became 
interested in the invader. Then as he got another inch in, she 
moaned with the sensation, actively pressing her ass at his 
prick. 

He was in all the way. He could feel the bones of her hips 
against his hips. She was skinnier than he'd thought if those 
bones poked. Her clothing still on, the high heels helped raise 
her butt up against him. 

"Oh god!, I want you so bad!" she exclaimed. She tried to rock 
into him from the awkward position. 

He started to work his cock in and out of the tight passage. She 
tried to match rhythm with him, moaning at his stimulation of 
her asshole. 

"Uhhh, arrrrr, more, harder, oh, please, oh," she muttered 
pleading. 

Bob reached for her chest and began to play with her tits 
through her clothing. "YES!!!" She responded well to this 
manipulation as well. Within a few minutes she had a first, low 
intensity orgasm. The sounds were slightly muffled as she 
pressed her face into the bed. 

He pounded away, allowing his flood to spill into her ass. She 
groaned through a second, more staggering orgasm a moment later. 
He pulled out, shoving her completely onto the bed forcefully. 

"oh god that was good." she mumbled into the blankets. She 
clutch them in her fists. 

Grinning like a Cheshire cat, Bob went to the bathroom again. 
This time to wash the remnants of the KY off. When he came back, 
Janet had an idiotic grin on her face, a look of surprised 
happiness. 

"Let's fuck." she said, trying to evoke vulgar humor and lust. 

"Not tonight dear, I've a headache" he joked. She frowned. 

"Surely you jest!" she announced. And pounced on him, planting a 
kiss firmly on his mouth. "We can cure that!" She strove to 
drive her tongue all the way to his throat. 

"I have plans for tonight already." he pulled away a little. 

"You do? I'll match your plans against mine. I'm gonna eat you 
right up." 

"Not likely. It will have to wait. My girlfriends will take care 
of me tonight." He worked a hand past her blouse, reaching her 
breast. 

"Girlfriends? More than one?" 

"Yes, Betty and Randi are now living with me, and I've got 
another woman joining us as well." He began to rub the nipple. 

Janet took this in, looking thoughtful for a few 
minutes. "How about if I call Ben? He can help out." 

"Unlike Ben, I'm somewhat possessive about my sex 
partners." "Okay, how about if I stay and help them 
out with you?"  

"Not tonight Janet. Some other time perhaps. But this afternoon 
we can do it at least once more." he conceded. 

"Yess!" enthusiastically, as if cheering for a successful 
athletic event. 

He gently lay her back down on the bed and spread her legs. 
His, once again erect, penis entered the front door this time. 
Her box was wet still, and as he pushed in, "aaaaaahh!" 
rewarded his entrance. 

He reached forward, raising her blouse above her lovely chest, 
and began to rub her nipples and the flesh surrounding. The 
nipples snapped to attention quickly and he began to pinch and 
pull them lightly. 

Bob reached out, manipulating her nervous system to create a 
high intensity sexual heat. He brought the tingling sensation 
up from her clit, throughout her groin, and only stopped when 
he realized she was going to come, far to quickly for him. 

"Oh my god!" whispered desperately from her lips. "oh yes, oh 
yes." 

She lashed from side to side, with only her blouse lifted to 
ruffle her clothing. The two shapely legs wrapped around his 
rib cage in a tight clutch. Her bucking only increased as he 
plunged his prick to his balls inside. Her feet prodded his 
thighs gently with the heels of her shoes. Her hands clutched 
with abandon at the cheeks of his ass. 

He built up the tension of lust within her while plunging her 
cunt again and again. He blocked her orgasm, hoping to come at 
the same time. He could sense her enjoyment. 

His breath was coming in quick, sharp, gasps. Hers in gulping, 
frantic, hot panting. 

"Goddddaammm. gnnnn. aahh aahh," she barked out with her warm, 
moist breath. "oooooohhhh, fuck, fuck. FUCK!" 

He let her release her orgasm as he felt the expanding thrust 
of come burst from within himself. He pressed home the deposit 
at the rear of her deep caverns. 

She simply screamed "FUCK!" at the top of her lungs. 


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