From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: The Hypnotist Part [1/8]
Date: 14 Oct 1996 19:35:54 GMT

			       The Book
			       Part One

	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.

	"Ungghh," 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?

From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: The Hypnotist [2/8]
Date: 14 Oct 1996 19:36:26 GMT

			       The Book
			       Part Two

	"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 hairs breadth 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 jizm, 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.

From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: The Hypnotist [3/8]
Date: 14 Oct 1996 19:37:07 GMT

			       The Book
			      Part Three

	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 what's 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 it's 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 hostilely 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. <unggh>"

	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 ye," 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... m," 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 <nnng,
uuuuuuahhh>. 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, <ahemmm> this is Janet, can I <cough> 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,
unggh, ooohhh pleeease!"

	"Hello, <grnnnt> 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
<rrrrggggh> 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."

	"It's 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.

				* * *

	From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: The Hypnotist [4/8]
Date: 14 Oct 1996 19:37:38 GMT

			       The Book
			      Part Four

	"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 outta 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, shoulder-less
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 living room 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 noticeably 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 un," 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 squelching 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 unbridled
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.

From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: The Hypnotist [5/8]
Date: 14 Oct 1996 19:38:16 GMT

			       The Book
			      Part Five
			A Weekend by the Book

	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 calloused 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 Fettucine, 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 espresso 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 wire-like 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! it's 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.

From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: The Hypnotist [6/8]
Date: 14 Oct 1996 19:38:46 GMT

			       The Book
			       Part Six

	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'," 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, Bo," 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 affirmatively. Then he inched
his way in, pressed against an obstruction he'd never encountered
before in sex. She was his first virgin, although he was determined
she would be only his first. She squealed in sharp pain as the hymen
snapped. After a few more strokes though, she was in ecstasy again.

	"ooooh, Bob!" was followed by incoherent moaning and an
occasional whimper. He took his own time, because he liked watching
the series of pleasure/pain faces she was making. <gggnnnnh!> she was
heaving herself against his penis, attempting to drive him deeper. She
suddenly went wild, lunging her hips, thrashing her head from side to
side until the long dark hair he admired covered her face.

	His come started to flow internally. His eyes clenched he
pulsed as the tide of orgasm leapt within and erupted from his cock.
She screamed with delight from a wrenching orgasm of her own.

	Probably, he reflected, her first and only so far. She came
down from it quickly enough, still panting from the physical release.

	He rolled off and out of her. He patted her thighs before he
got up to dispose of the cum filled condom.

	"On Monday, you go to your OBY/GYN and get a prescription for
the pill so we can do this any time," he announced. She simply nodded,
and curled up in pleasant repose.

				* * *

	He had gone to the bathroom. She was grinning at him when he
returned.

	"I made that pretty difficult to get to, didn't I," she was
trying to re- establish some kind of control. He could tell, and
wasn't having any.

	"As I said earlier, you are now my chattel. My personal
property. Do you know what I meant?"

	"Not entirely, but I'll be your property if you'll be mine,"
she offered, trying to entice him to relinquish some of his control.
If she'd made an offer like this two weeks earlier, he might be making
wedding plans with her right now. She was still egocentric, and he had
already laid the program in place for her change in attitude.

	"No, I think you will become my pet. A sex slave and lover. My
property to use or dispose of as I will. You behaved very badly making
me listen to you whimper that we shouldn't screw. Now I think you need
to be punished."

	"But," and he could clearly see in her hesitation the internal
questioning of her own views and justification of his. Her shame at
the behavior she still thought of as slutty also rose. Who better to
punish her for enjoying sex than Bob. "Ohhh!"

	"Why don't you take the cover to the laundry, right now, and
get the blood you dripped off?"

	"But Bob, it's midnight! I've got to get home or I won't get
any sleep!"

	"You're staying the night. In the morning, I want bacon and
eggs, say an omelet, ready by the time I get out of the shower."

	His change in demeanor had her stumped. But she apparently
felt his assertions were appropriate. She folded the cover into a mass
she could carry and took it, stark naked, to the laundry downstairs.

	He turned down the sheets and allowed himself a short nap
while she worked.

				* * *

	Bob felt Betty watching him with tenderness.

	She had the cover folded on her naked lap as she sat on the
edge of the bed. He could sense within her a thought he hadn't planted
intentionally. She had developed an obsession for him. Seeking inside
her the source of this obsession led him back to the source of
resistance he'd dissolve earlier.

	Instead of the towering mother image before the little girl,
there was now a towering image of himself speaking to the grown Betty
who was virtually worshipping at his feet. The image was telling her
she was his property, she had to do as he said.

	He withdrew the probe and opened his eyes. Well, he thought,
interesting that she needs an internal governor to keep her content.
Now that she's rid of mommy as a moral monitor, she'd selected him
instead. Good enough for now.

	"Put it over the bed and get in. I want to sleep now." She
nodded and slipped between the covers. He felt her nestle her bare
little tush against his flaccid organ. He reached around her to cuddle
her, cupping one of her tits in his hand.

	Shortly, he slept again.

				* * *

	He awoke, finding Betty with her eyes open. She didn't seem to
want to move, since he still had her wrapped in his arms. She smiled
as his eyes connected with hers.

	"Good morning," she whispered, as though the neighbors might
hear. Little did she know, the neighbors were likely to be too busy
with each other to care if she stayed overnight.

	"Mmmm, yeah." He untangled himself from her and looked at the
clock. "Well, I gotta get up. You can make breakfast, just the way
you are."

	Her face fell the tiniest bit, but perked right up again.

	"Right away," she zipped out of the room.

	Bob took another slow, sensuous shower, enjoying the water's
warmth. He got himself thoroughly cleaned up, shaved, and dressed.
When he got downstairs, Betty had managed, even naked, to get the
table set, make the omelet and bacon he'd ordered last night, and
clean some of the associated mess in the kitchen. Good girl, he
thought.

	"May I get dressed now, Bob," she inquired. Her dark hair was
tickling the top of her ass, and where strands of it dropped down the
front, it almost slipped into her delectable little pussy.

	"Ah, no, I'm enjoying the view," he muttered, wondering if he
could hold his urges back until after he ate. She shrugged and sat at
the other plate she'd put out.

	He added some salt and pepper to the omelet, and began to eat.
She waited with her hands in her lap.

	"You may eat too, I wouldn't want you to go hungry." She gave
a wanton look at him and began to dig in.

	"Now, this week I expect you to start the process of moving in
here. And I don't want any little nonsensical garbage taking up too
much space, so check with me if you've any doubt what can stay."

	"Oh, really! I can probably move everything in by Wednesday!"
She was now rather gleeful as she attacked the bacon. He hung on every
glimpse of her pink tongue darting for the corners of her mouth.

	"And you'll help Randi move in too," he added. The seemed to
shake her like a thunderbolt!

	"Who?"

	"Randi, another sex toy I own, a lot like you, only I think
she likes girls a bit."

	Apprehension overtook the naked girl, she was suddenly trying
to cope with the concept of sharing him, and possibly fending off the
advances of a predatory lesbian!

	"She's very nice, I assure you. The two of you will get along
famously," he added, watching her struggle with his evidently superior
opinion against her childhood trained fears. He threw in something
else to get her mind on something else, "I'd like you to try harder to
wear sexier outfits around the house too."

	"Okay Bob, if you'd like that, I'll see what I can do."

	Soon he'd finished eating. He pushed his chair out and watched
her clean the plate before her.

	"Since you are being so helpful this morning, you'd better
take care of another little detail right now."

	"Oh, what... " She looked puzzled. He beckoned her to him.

	She had the same sexy walk without the encumbering clothing
although, he felt, some concealment added a touch to the effect. She
stepped to him and brushed her hair back over her shoulders.

	"Kneel down." Still puzzled she did. "Now you are going to
blow me."

	Shocked, she shook her head with terror, as though he was
about to throw her to wild tigers. He grinned.

	"You will do this for me, but since you are frightened, why
don't you tell me what scares you about going down on me."

	"I, I just couldn't take your... th... cock in my mouth! It's
dirty! and, er, disgusting... " He eased each of her fears aside
within her, as she mentioned them. Taking control of her volitional
muscles he began bringing her lips to his prick. He pushed the control
to the point her lips opened and that favorite little pink tongue he
liked to watch snaked out and slid across the head of his organ. Gawd,
that felt good.

	"I, <gulp>, can't do this. It, <slurp> it's vulgar!" She said
between licks. He firmly took a handful of the long dark hair in his
fist, holding it so she couldn't move away. Not that this was
necessary, but it felt so good to hold while he fucked her tender
face.

	"You'll do it, and probably find you like it," a fact he was
sure of, although he didn't enforce this enjoyment on her part yet.
"Open up a bit."

	Taking the head into her mouth she rolled his cock between
both sets of teeth. She was still somewhat repulsed at this demanding
method of entry to her body, but she was showing determination to
please Bob.

	"Eventually, I will take your ass too. You should get used to
the idea that I will take you whenever and where-ever I want. Agreed?"
He pulled out to let her speak.

	"Oh, uh, yes Bob, any time, any place." She dove into her new
task with energy, if not experience. He relented a little, opening the
paths of symbols that would allow her enjoyment while blowing him.
She became more enthusiastic, almost immediately. She found any loose
edge or surface on his prick to reach her tongue around. He started
pulling her head towards him, starting her retching from the autonomic
response of gagging. He allowed her to pull back to recover. While she
did he moved her hands for her to wrap around his cock, she got the
idea quickly and massaged it until she could get her lips back in
place around her new project. He thrust towards the back of her throat
and allowed his orgasm to build.

	"I'mmm commming," he admitted as he pushed towards the back of
her mouth. She looked concerned, but as his semen lurched from his
penis to her mouth she closed her eyes and swallowed. Pulling back,
while he was still coming, some of his come splattered over her face.

	He settled back, enjoying the post orgasm buzz.

	She reached for a napkin. He stopped her hand with his. She
looked quizzically at him.

	"You will clean up after breakfast without removing the semen
from your face. This will serve to remind you who you belong to. Then
you may take a shower and dress. Get to work."

	"Yes Bob," she responded.

	"One more thing."

	"Yes?"

	"When we are alone or with my other sex toys, you will address
me as `master'." She looked down, as though this was another slap in
the face. But he could feel the humiliation bringing heat to her
loins. It would wait, just as he'd waited months before taking her.

	"Yes master," was the simple reply.

	He zipped up his pants.

				* * *

	"Hello?" came the woman's voice on the phone.

	"Randi, this is Bob."

	"Yes, Bo... er master?"

	"I want you to start the process to move in here, you will
find Betty here this afternoon. She will give you a copy of the house
key." "Oh yes! I mean, yes master!" She'd certainly turned, he
thought. "One other thing. You don't touch her. Do you hear me?"

	"Yes master."

	"She will have as much right to tell you what to do as I do,
at least for now, do you understand?"

	"Um, yes master."

	"Bye." Click.

				* * *

	About noon, the doorbell rang. Pretty quick for Randi to get
here, thought Bob. Since Betty was in the shower, he knew she hadn't
stepped out to get anything.

	At the door was a tall woman, about 5'11" wearing a dress suit
in gray. She had very short brownish hair, almost as if it had been
shaved off and had just grown back in enough to look presentable. She
was slender, very busty, and had attractive ankles showing above the
flats she was wearing.

	"Hello," she said in a deep throaty voice. A whiskey tenor
perhaps.

	"How may I help you," he asked. The temptation to reach out
and probe this stranger was strong, but he resisted.

	"May I come in? The institute knows me by face and may have
searchers anywhere."

	"The what?" He replied, stunned by the implication that she
had found him, rather than the other way around.

	"At the mall Friday, you diverted them away from me. Please?"
She waved her hand inwards.

	Bob stood aside, letting the other telepath into his home,
wondering what her story was.

From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: The Hypnotist [7/8]
Date: 14 Oct 1996 19:39:20 GMT

			       The Book
			      Part Seven

	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 god-almighty 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. Unsatisfied 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 fuckin' 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 aphrodisiac 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 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.

From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: The Hypnotist [8/8]
Date: 14 Oct 1996 19:39:57 GMT

			       The Book
			      Part Eight

	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? It's 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. It's 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
mesmerized 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
spasmodically 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.

			       The End