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Archive-name: Book07.txt
Archive-author: Blackie
Archive-title: "By the Book"
Part 7 of 20
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			_Book, What Book?_

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 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 kissed him 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 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 tdid 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
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 nee 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 ow 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.

continued in part 8