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AMOST - Heavy Vinyl
It's amazing how some technologies stick around long after they become obsolete. Vinyl records being one such case. As I enter 'Vinyl Mayhem' on a bright fall afternoon I am greeted not with stacks of dusty records and a few old fogeys, but with a cheery, colorful store. Rows of neatly organized records browsed by a wide variety of customers. In fact, the store is so busy there seem to be at least four employees, talking to customers, ringing up sales, reorganizing stocks and so on.
Personally I have no interest in vinyl records - with my constantly mobile life what could I play them on? Instead I am drawn to this store by a different attraction - a tall, slender woman with short flame-red hair and sparkling gray eyes. Wearing a short t-shirt that exposes her midriff, dark blue jeans, large gold loop earrings and a black silk choker, she is having an animated discussion with a customer that I am too far away to distinguish. As she turns to pick out a record a tattoo on her arm becomes visible - some kind of tribal or abstract design, lots of curving intertwining thick black lines.
I feign interest in the selection of local indie bands while reaching out with my mental powers to interrogate the woman's mind. Irene is 24, and the manager of this store. Responsible and mature beyond her years, she treats her employees with affection and loyalty.
Her employees number four, not three as I had thought. All are present in the store right now and so I investigate each in turn, both sneaking glances and with my mind.
Rushing around the store serving several customers at once is an energetic teenage girl with a mop of blonde locks. Maggie is 17, perky in both spirit and body. Completely oblivious to the less-than-innocent looks the male customers give her when they think they can get away with it. Blue eyes, a yellow sun dress and an inability to stand still complete the picture.
Her polar opposite is at the till, not quite glowering at the customers. Dolores ("D" to her friends, or at least the people who see her most often) is a short 19 year old decked out in the standard goth gear. Short dyed black hair, black lipstick and nails, bar piercing through one eyebrow, nose stud, clothes that consist of several layers of black which make it almost impossible to distinguish what she is actually wearing... you get the idea. The only splash of color is a large silver cross necklace, hanging low over her chest, more decorative than religious in purpose. Despite all this camouflage I get the distinct impression there is an attractive girl in there somewhere. Her round face is smooth and well proportioned, with a cute button nose and deep green eyes.
Kennedy is deep in conversation with a customer, making some esoteric point about a band I've never heard of. Dark mocha-colored skin and shoulder-length dreadlocks tied back behind her head make her stand out in this suburban record store. She is clearly the most knowledgeable about music, nonetheless. Even Irene refers back to her with the more difficult queries. Impressive for an 18 year old girl. Kennedy wears a set of dark green coveralls with one strap hanging down. The coveralls are short at the legs, showing off a well-turned pair of legs. She is wearing with socks and sneakers (everyone here seems to be). A simple white t-shirt goes under the coverall, the swell of the fabric hinting at least a medium-sized chest. Kennedy's facial structure is well-defined, with prominent cheekbones. Bright red lipstick emphasizes a wide mouth. Her gold nose-ring isn't quite to my taste but does no harm either.
The last and (at 16) youngest employee is 'Chris', a girl who seems determined to fit the role of tomboy but fails due to her decidedly non-masculine looks. Sneakers, socks (told you), baggy blue jeans, a baggy orange band shirt and a red baseball cap worn backwards try to mask her figure. Her fashion choices look at odds to her delicately featured face. Chris has brushed her long flowing brown hair behind her, but some locks flow over one side of her face. Like Maggie, Chris has a bright and cheery disposition. Yet her lack of self-confidence make her smiles fleeting rather than beaming. A quick dip into her mind shows she is a new hire, this is her first job, and she is desperate to win the respect of her co-workers and 'be cool'. Not that she knows how to do either, hence the nervousness.
The teenagers are each interesting in their own ways, but my eyes keep getting drawn to Irene, the self-possessed redhead. I take note of the opening times for the store. It will close in an hour. I leave the store and walk down to the coffee shop on the corner. A helpful clerk there is keeping my traveling bag in his locker (not that he remembers ever doing so because I wiped his memory as soon as he stowed it away). I can stand to wait an hour.
I return to the record store five minutes before closing, carrying my traveling bag (a nondescript sports bag). I hold the door open for the last customer leaving the store before entering myself. I had expected at least Irene to still be in the store but I found myself alone. I turn and close the latch on the door (there is also a lock but I do not have the key) before heading to the staff door behind the counter.
Before opening the door I reach out with my mind. I sense other people nearby, but not in the immediate vicinity of the door. I open the door to find a lounge room, with a kitchen area, table and large c-shaped couch, all in some disrepair. Jukebox against one wall. No-one is in the room, but I still sense people somewhere. I stand still and listen, and can just about hear noises coming from... below? There are doors marked 'Stock Room', 'Office' and 'Exit' and I head to each one in turn, extending my mind before opening them as before. No luck.
Just as I close the office door, I hear a click behind me. Turning around I am amazed to see the front of the jukebox swing open, and Irene's head begin to emerge from inside. My puzzlement slows my actions, but the office door continues closing and the noise as it does so is enough to turn Irene's head towards me. Gathering myself together I take control of the redhead's mind before she is able to raise any alarm, freezing her half in, half out of the jukebox.
I mentally order her to exit the jukebox and stand aside. Her body obeys instantly, much to the alarm of her mind. Ignoring her for the moment, I move over to look into the open jukebox. Which isn't a jukebox at all, but a hidden door leading to stairs going down. The sounds are much clearer now, coming from below. I turn to Irene and ask.
"Who is down there?"
Irene does not answer because I have removed her ability to talk, but the images of the record store employees spring to the front of her mind. I frown; I don’t like to play when there’s a risk of someone discovering us and raising the alarm before I can stop them. On the other hand...
I order Irene to head back into the jukebox and down the stairs. I follow immediately behind her, partly concealed by her. But not much, as it turns out the stairs lead to a large open basement. The stairs run down the side of one wall, completely exposing anyone who comes down them to anyone in the basement.
On the downside, all four girls in the basement see me coming down the stairs. On the upside, I see them too, and my talents work on line of sight. As a result only Kennedy gets a chance to exclaim "hey, who-" before I take control of the girls, freezing them in place as I had done with Irene earlier.
From my position looking down at the basement I am finally able to take in my surroundings, which gives me my second surprise of the evening. Against the far wall of the large room is a full size boxing ring. Punchbags hang down in front. One wall has lockers, a long bench, and a desk with computer equipment stacked on it. On the opposing side there are wall-mounted bars, and a seating area with a couch, chair and table arranged. I had frozen two of the girls (Dolores the goth and blonde Maggie) mid-sparring session in the ring. Kennedy and Chris were lounging on the couch. Their relaxed poses contradict their expressions and the effort radiating from their minds as they try to force their bodies into movement.
A secret training gym. How odd. I delve into Irene's mind and discover that the store has a side project of training its young female employees. The aim is to teach them to defend themselves in the event of unwanted attention. Of course, no such training is useful against a person who can control minds and bodies.
I smile, turn back, and close the secret door. It clicks shut as I turn back and look down at the five women below. Yes, this should do nicely.
Irene resumes walking down the stairs and goes to stand in the middle of the room; on my silent orders the other girls do the same, lining up for inspection. I drop my bag at the foot of the stairs and got to stand in front of them. I take a first good look at my entertainment for the evening. Four teenage girls and one woman in her mid-twenties look back at me with varying levels of fear, confusion and anger.
I walk a full circuit around them as they stand facing forwards. Their eyes follow me as much as their stationary heads will allow. None of the girls are exactly well dressed. Each has a certain style (except clueless Chris), but in general their clothes could be described as 'casual' and 'baggy to shapeless'. Well, that is easily fixed.
The women follow me as I walk over and sit on the green couch (a table is moved to the side to allow them to stand in a row facing me once more). I raise a finger, pause for a moment, then point to Kennedy. The dreadlocked girl's eyes widen as she sees me point to her, then widen even more as she finds herself moving to stand in front of me. One hand raises up and shrugs off the remaining strap of her green coveralls. As they begin to sag around her hips she pushes them down all the way, bending over to do so. I observe the other girls' minds as they stand behind Kennedy. They see her methodically remove first her shoes and socks before stepping out of her coveralls. Next she lifts her white t-shirt over her head. As their friend and co-worker exposes more and more of her smooth brown skin, I sense their minds starting to panic. I have to soothe them slightly to prevent some of them going into shock.
I stop Kennedy's performance by the time she is down to a cream-colored sports bra and matching panties. Still not very sexy but I want to do that last bit myself. Even with the remaining clothes I now have a much better view of her body. Kennedy is fit and toned, an avid user of this secret gym.
Rising, I address the girls, who mentally jump at the sound of a voice after such tense silence.
"Ladies, I'm sure you are wondering what is going on. I know you have a lot of questions, but most of them can be answered by demonstration. You've already seen I can control your bodies. Now let me use Kennedy here to show you what I'm going to do with them."
As I am talking I am also approaching Kennedy. At the end of my little speech I wrap one arm around her waist and pull her against me. On my mental orders, her head tilts up and our lips meet in a kiss. Needless to say kissing me is the last thing this girl wants to do, but it doesn't matter. A person in my control will follow my mental orders completely, unhesitatingly and to the best of their abilities. So I do not received a swift knee between the legs, as Kennedy is desperately trying to get her body to do. Instead I am treated to her soft lips parting and her tongue snaking out into my mouth, twisting around my own as her body presses itself against me.
As I enjoy Kennedy's kissing skills, my hands are busy behind her back, undoing her sports bra. It soon yields and I cast it aside; I notice Maggie's eyes tracking its progress to the floor. My hands circle around to Kennedy's front, cupping her now exposed breasts in my palms as my fingers find her nipples. Kennedy's breasts are on the larger side of medium (larger than I had first expected - that's sports bras for you), full and pert with nipples that are soft to the touch. I hear her breath catch in her throat as I fondle her. Reaching into her mind I find I am not the first man to touch her - she has a regular boyfriend - it is only the circumstances which are unusual.
Breaking away from her lips I move down her body, kissing my way down her neck and over her breasts (taking one nipple in my mouth). I work my way down until I am squatting in front of her hips. I take hold of her panties on either side before leaning over to look past Kennedy and at the girls. With a smile and a wink at the audience, I pull Kennedy's panties down to her ankles in one swift motion.
I had expected a jungle between Kennedy's legs, but I am surprised to find her clean shaven. Further mental probing reveals her boyfriend likes her that way. How obliging of her. Kennedy's pussy peeks out, her pussy lips prominent but not large. I see no moisture, but nor do I expect any. I have yet to find a woman who gets off on the reality of being mentally controlled by a stranger, whatever her private fantasies. No matter, when the time comes I can fix that.
I stand, and order Kennedy to turn around, exposing herself to the other girls. One of my hands reaches around and idly plays with her breasts while I once again speak.
"Any questions so far?"
To allow a reply I release my mental block on the speaking abilities of the girls. Except for Kennedy, who I instead order to move her hips, slowly grinding her ass in small circles against my crotch. Immediately the girls blurt out a cacophony of complaints.
"What, how are you-"
"Let me go you cre-"
"Oh god, Kennedy, stop do-"
"You aren't going to get away with thi-"
Well, I expected no less. I listen to them question, demand and threaten in different ways. No begging or bargaining yet, which is good. That will come later no doubt; it always does. While I listen I amuse myself by running my hands all over the dreadlocked girl's athletic body. Slim hips, taught stomach and arms with well-defined but not prominent muscles, Kennedy's entire body is a coiled spring of strength. I reach one hand between her legs, and hear her breath catch as my fingers play over her exposed pussy lips. I mentally order her body to warm up, and within a minute I feel the familiar slickness of a pussy readying itself for action. I register Kennedy's surprise and puzzlement as she feels herself become aroused. It's a physical reaction without the emotional component.
Once her pussy is ready I am able to work one finger, then two between her lips and start exploring her pussy properly. I hear Kennedy's breath catch at this very first intrusion. I'm paying close attention to the girls in front of me, watching their friend being molested in front of them. Their comments become more urgent, their threats more heated, as I use my other hand to start pinching her now-erect nipples. Kennedy's mind is equal parts humiliation and anger; there is fear too, but she's keeping it down for now.
I am starting to feel quite encumbered in my clothes, so I step aside from Kennedy and begin to remove them. In the meantime the coffee-skinned teen turns and kneels on the floor, her body in profile to the other girls. I remove the last of my clothes and step in front of her, my erect penis pointing straight at her face. As I do this the tone of the girls' words again changes, and finally I start to hear fear creeping into the edges.
"No, hey don't you dare ev-"
"Kennedy! Snap out of it! You gotta tr-"
"Oh god, no-"
"Stop! Let her go, I'll do it!"
That last was from Irene, the redhead store manager who first caught my attention. She catches it again now, and I pause with my hand on Kennedy's head.
Addressing Irene I say:
"Will you now? You'll take Kennedy's place?"
"Yes, just, leave her alone!"
"You'll get on your knees?"
"Yes"
"Naked?"
"...Yes"
"You'll strip, kneel and blow me, in front of these girls?"
"I... just let Kennedy go and... yes."
The other girls have fallen silent, shocked at this offer, so there is a moment of quiet as I reach into Irene's mind to check her sincerity. Her mind is filled with possible ways to incapacitate me, trick me somehow. I smile and wag a finger at her.
"You can't fool a telepath, babe. Open up, Kennedy."
The girls resume their protests as I turn back to Kennedy. The girl tilts her head up, opens her mouth, and watches intently as the head of my dick slips between her soft lips. I move my hips forward, and more of my dick enters her, sliding in until I hit the back of her mouth, at which point she closes her lips around the shaft. I rest my dick on her tongue for a moment, feeling the warm wetness of her mouth. The visual of Kennedy's pretty face looking up at me is exhilarating; her red lips wrap around my dick. I pull out slowly, her lips tight around me all the way, until the head of my dick is just touching her. This time she moves her head forward (on my mental orders of course), filling her own mouth with my dick. I spare a glance at the girls as Kennedy starts moving her head slowly back and forth. They've fallen silent again, each one aghast at their friend's violation. My glance rouses Irene to speak again.
"Please, just, no more. I'll do it, all of it, just don't do this to Kennedy."
I hear an earnestness in her voice that wasn't there before. Looking into her mind I see she is sincere this time. She still wants to hurt me the first chance she gets, but she is no longer under the illusion that she won't have to do anything to get to that point. I look down at the fit teen girl kneeling naked before me with her lips around my dick, and make a decision.
My dick exits Kennedy's mouth with a wet 'schloop' sound. I have her place a chaste kiss on the tip before turning to Irene.
"Fair warning Irene, I intend to fuck every one of these girls. You included."
At this point Dolores, the goth girl, finally explodes.
"Irene, don't! Don't play this fucking guy's games!"
"D, let me handle this"
"No, you heard him, it's not going to help."
But Irene ignores Dolores, and as I release her body from my control she steps forwards. Outwardly I act nonchalant, stepping away from Kennedy who rises and takes Irene's place in the row of girls, still naked. Inwardly I am watching Irene's mind very carefully indeed, alert for any hint of attempt to attack or flee. Irene has many scenarios running in her head, but it seems her main aim is to buy time, to figure out a way to escape or wait for me to make a mistake. Or at least to tire me out enough that I leave the other girls alone.
Dolores falls silent as I remove the speaking ability of all the girls except Irene. This is her moment and I don't want any interruptions.
I walk back to the couch, deliberately turning my back to the girls. And yes, every girl tries to move, and every one is disappointed. Irene considers running away or attacking me, but she doesn't decide before I turn around again and sit down. So instead she walks until she is standing at arm's length from me. I admire her flat stomach peeking out between her short t-shirt and her jeans.
There's a pause while Irene visibly steels herself, before she grabs the hem of her t-shirt and starts lifting it up. In one smooth motion it is up and over her head, exposing a black silky bra that matches her choker. Irene's flame red hair falls back into place after being pulled up by the t-shirt, which drops to the floor. Her light blue sneakers are next. Irene uses one foot to take the shoe off the other, a maneuver which has the pleasant side effect of bouncing her chest slightly. The hoop earrings are removed quickly. Another pause and her jeans are unbuttoned, pushed over her hips and down to the floor. I enjoy seeing more of Irene's body, but outwardly I frown.
"You know, Irene, if you wanted to impress me there are sexier ways to strip. I'll have one of the girls demonstrate perhaps."
Irene flushes, partly out of indignation at being talked to this way and partly out of fear that her sacrifice may not be enough. Instead of shucking off the bra as she had her outer clothes, she instead turns her back to me before twisting her shoulders back around. She looks at me as she reaches back to unclasp her bra, letting it fall to the floor and holding her breasts in her hands before turning back to face me. Irene slowly releases her breasts from her hands, watching me all the time. Her chest is about medium size, not teenager-pert but with no visible sag either. Pale nipples almost fade into their surroundings. Like Kennedy, the exercise regime in this secret gym has kept her figure slim and taught. Despite her red hair, her skin is freckle-free; light tone but not pale.
Irene stands still, arms at her sides, presenting her body for my inspection. I made no attempt to hide my gaze as I look her up and down. I feel the familiar tingling of my dick waking up again, having deflated somewhat after Kennedy's oral ministrations. After a while Irene steps forwards, standing mere inches from me, my face at her stomach level as I sit on the edge of the couch.
I understand her intention, but nonetheless I wait. I want her to say it. Eventually she pipes up.
"You, uh, you want to take them down?"
I raise my hands to her panties, take hold of them with both hands and peel them off her. Irene's pussy is revealed slowly, and I am unsurprised to find it surrounded by a soft bed of short blonde hair. So the flame-red hair isn't natural. So what, it still looks good. Irene's pussy looks good too, lips almost too small to see, just a slit between her legs. I address her without looking away from her pussy.
"Turn around. Bend over, hands on knees."
Irene obligingly turns and bends - less hesitation than last time, good for her. Her ass is now in front of my face, a little larger than I expected but these baggy jeans can hide a lot. I take hold of her ass with both hands, and Irene gasps as I pull her cheeks apart to get a good look at her pussy and small puckered asshole. Irene's pussy opens a little, and I see the darker pink inside. I lean forward and give it a lick, the tip of my tongue running on the inside of her pussy. Irene starts a little at the intimate contact but she manages to control herself. As I taste the record store manager's pussy, I run my mind through the other girls watching the scene. Maggie, the blonde, feels intensely embarrassed at watching her boss strip and be fondled by a strange man. Dolores, the goth, feels the same embarrassment but with a strong stripe of anger. Kennedy's dominant feeling is shame; she knows Irene is doing this to save her from further abuse, and is both horrified and relieved. Tomboy Chris' mind is a whirl of all these emotions, but underneath I detect a note of arousal, buried so deep I doubt she even knows it is there. Interesting.
I remove my mouth from Irene's pussy and stand. For a moment my dick brushes between her legs, and Irene wonders if I'm just going to fuck her straight away. Instead I step away and move to just in front of the girls, facing the side so that they see me in profile.
"Your turn, babe."
Irene takes the hint, straightens up and turns to face me. She looks me in the eyes, deliberately not glancing at the girls watching us, before sinking to her knees in front of me. She takes my dick in one hand and pumps it slowly, feeling the warmth, before opening her mouth and leaning forwards.
Irene's red lips close around the head of my dick. I feel the softness of her mouth envelop me at the same time I feel the waves of despair emanating from the surrounding girls. The teenagers can do nothing but stand and watch as their boss and mentor, the toughest most capable person they know, starts sliding her shapely red lips down my shaft. I place a hand on top of her head, less to guide and more to feel her head move as she starts to bob. The skin of my dick is pulled up and down as her mouth moves on me. She is able to get most of my dick inside her mouth, but I can see she'll need to try harder to get me all the way in.
Irene's lips close around my shaft. I sense her sudden impulse to bite down. If I hadn't been paying close attention to Irene's mind my fun would have ended in intense agony and a lot of blood. But I was paying attention, and so in the moment between her deciding to bite and actually doing it I return her body to my control. Irene's mind screams silent disappointment as she continues blowing me. The girls watching give no sign that they even noticed the momentary pause, let alone understand what it means. I have Irene close her eyes, to ensure her expression is obscured (my dick stretching out her mouth also helps in this regard). As far as the girls know Irene is still in control of herself.
A big difference between a normal blowjob and a blowjob given under my mental command is in effort. Under their own control a girl's attention might wander; she might not use every trick or technique she knows; she just might not be into it. Under my control their focus is absolute. She will use everything she knows (and perhaps some ideas I implant in her mind if I feel like it) and maintain a laser-focus on maximizing my pleasure. So, while Irene's previous work had been very satisfactory, under my command her mouth comes alive. I feel Irene's tongue pressing against the underside of my shaft whenever it fills her mouth. When it isn't full her tongue swirls around the head in a most pleasurable manner. Her lips form a tight seal around my dick and her mouth becomes wet with saliva. Irene's head tilts from side to side as she pumps her mouth up and down my dick, adding some twisting motion to the experience. One hand raises up and cups and tugs my balls. I look down at the naked redhead kneeling before me in dazed surprise. Both I and the girls learn something new about Irene - she is an accomplished cocksucker.
Irene's milking of my cock quickly has the inevitable effect. I feel my balls tighten and cum boiling up my shaft. Irene doesn't stop, or even slow down as I start filling her mouth with warm cum. Her lips tighten around the shaft, preventing any cum from spilling out. Her hand on my balls squeezes gently but insistently, as if trying to get more cum out of them. I moan and place both hands in Irene's hair, holding her exactly where I want her. At least Kennedy knows what is happening, judging by the spike of shock in her mind. Irene's mind is awash with feelings of distress (and not a little disgust) as she feels my cum splash against the back of her mouth and run down her throat. Not that that stops her from swallowing. As my dick finally leaves the warm embrace of Irene's mouth she swallows loudly. Her tongue snakes out to pick up the last drip of cum emerging from the head of my dick. I pat her on the head.
"Good girl Irene, not a drop wasted."
I let her open her eyes and stand. I wipe some sweat from my brow and exclaim:
"Whew! I don't know about you babe, but I could have a breather before the next round."
Irene says nothing (because she can't), and she avoids looking directly at me. I point to a door at the back wall labeled "Changing room".
"Why don't you go freshen up. I assume there's a shower and stuff there, right?"
I lean forward, whispering into Irene's ear.
"I already told you, babe, you can't fool a telepath. Try a stunt like that again and I'll find the nearest hobo camp and send you and your girls into it, naked and helpless. Got it?"
Of course I know I would never do that (far too risky) but I can sense Irene's mind reeling at the thought. Her expression is morose as she pads away to the changing room.
I flop down on the couch and consider the line of girls in front of me. I take a little pity on them and allow them to sit on the ground. I look into each girl's mind in turn. All of them have been deeply affected by the show Irene and I just put on. It’s a much less rebellious group of girls now than before I filled their boss' mouth with my cum. Remembering the undercurrent of arousal I detected in Chris earlier, I dig a little deeper into her mind. Innocent Chris seems to have some less-than-innocent feelings about women in general. Maggie in particular. The question of how the blonde feels about her looms large in her mind. Interesting...
I am about to dig into Maggie's mind and find out when Irene returns to the main room. She has cleaned her mouth, fixed her hair a little and wiped off the lipstick that had become smeared when her mouth was sliding on my shaft. Most importantly (for me), she had emptied her bowels and cleaned carefully. She remains naked except for her black choker. I command her:
"Stop!"
And she halts immediately (due to a mental command; the spoken words were for the girls, who still have not noticed that Irene is no longer free to move). I stand and walk over to the girls. Raising a hand I hold it flat, palm down, and make a downwards motion. Irene gets on her hands and knees. I then turn my hand palm up and make a 'come hither' motion, at the same time releasing Irene from my control. Irene sways a little as she feels control return to her, but (remembering my earlier promise) starts crawling towards us. I watch with amusement as the long-limbed girl closes the distance to me on her hands and knees, ass swaying as she does so. When she is at my feet she stops. I look down at her and say:
"Well, Irene, you ready to get fucked?"
Irene hesitates, her voice catching in her throat. I smile and gesture to my rapidly stiffening penis.
"I know I'm ready. Are you?"
".... yes."
"Good. How about you lie on your back and spread those lovely legs."
"Here?"
"You'd prefer somewhere else? Under a bridge perhaps?"
"No! No, that's... here is..."
Irene’s words run dry, and instead she repositions herself to lie on her back on a white fluffy rug placed between the stairs and the couch.
"Gather around girls."
The girls rearrange themselves to sit around the rug, surrounding Irene on two sides. I give Kennedy's ass a slap as she goes to sit, by way of thanks for helping with the rug. Judging by her expression and the sharp spike of anger in her mind she does not appreciate it. Oh well.
I look down at the scene before me. Irene, the attractive leggy redhead that caught my eye a scant few hours ago, is lying on the rug, her legs spread, wearing nothing but a black choker. The expression on her face mirrors the state of her mind - fearful, nervous. She no longer expects to get the better of me but is still hopeful that she can keep me away from the girls somehow, if only by buying time with her body. Her chest rises and falls steady, and I admire the contours of her lean but fit physique. On either side of her sit her four employees, four teenage girls (one naked). They watch Irene's impending violation with horror, wondering what will happen to them.
"Open your pussy for me Irene, let's all get a good look."
Irene blushes but obeys, reaching her hands down to pull her pussy lips apart. She is surprised to find herself wet and ready - before I had released her from my powers I had ordered her body to start warming up for me. As she parts her pussy with her fingers I see the glint of moisture within.
I check her mind once more - no hint of rebellion this time. I kneel between her legs, pushing them further apart with my hands to make sure I have enough room. I position the head of my penis at the entrance to her pussy. Irene gasps as she feels my dick touch her, then lets out an "Oh!" as the head presses against her. A little push and I am finally inside Irene, her tight pussy opening up as I slide into her inch by inch. I let out a grunt of satisfaction as I feel the walls of Irene's vagina grip my dick, not enough to stop me but enough to cause a wave of pleasure to run up my spine. Irene's stomach muscles tense up and her back arches a little as I press down on her. Her face shows extreme discomfort but not actual pain. Her hands have moved away from her pussy and are flat against the rug, fingers dug deep into the thick white pile.
It takes a little work, but not long after the initial penetration I feel my hips meet hers, as my dick is fully enveloped by the redhead's pussy. I look down at where our bodies meet and see only the smallest fraction of my shaft. I pan up and take in Irene's taught stomach, pert breasts and flushed, tense but still beautiful face. The first penetration is always one of my favorite moments.
I shift a little to get in the right position, and start pumping Irene's pussy. Small thrusts at first but working up to a solid rhythmic fucking. Every downward push elicits a moan, or a squeal, or a small cry of "Oh God", "Please", "Ah!" or similar. Irene braces herself against my movements by propping herself up on her elbows, lifting her upper body in the process. I watch Irene's breasts bounce as I fuck her, sometimes adding extra speed to my downward thrusts just to see them jolt.
We move like this for a while, but I want to test Irene's willingness to co-operate - her lying there as I fuck her is really the minimum effort. So eventually I stop and withdraw. Irene looks up at me as I get off her.
"Are you... are you done?"
"Heh, no. Not nearly. Stand."
Irene obeys, and I take her place lying down. My dick points up to the ceiling, glistening with her pussy juices.
"Hop on babe. Show me what you can do."
Irene looks down at my dick (while avoiding looking at the silently watching girls) and ( more to herself than to me ) says "okay, okay". Getting back on the bed, she swings her leg over my waist. She lowers herself down and I feel her pussy envelop my dick as she sinks down, her stomach muscles tense as she moves her body down to sit on top of me, facing me. Her hair falls about her face as she looks questioningly at me. I nod my approval, and she starts moving up and down. Her pussy grips me tightly. After a few straight up and down strokes Irene starts moving in other directions, back and forth and occasionally in circles.
Watching the redhead ride my dick is every bit as good as it feels. I spot the other girls at each side of us, standing watching with varying degrees of dismay, disgust and despair. Irene notices my attention wandering and redoubles her efforts to hold my interest. She raises and lowers herself to maximize the friction on my sensitive head and around my shaft. In response I raise my torso until I am sitting up. My arms go around Irene, and shortly she raises hers around my shoulders. This more intimate position reduces her ability to pump her pussy on my dick. She switches to twisting her hips around, grinding herself against me as my dick is buried deep in her hot, tight pussy. Running my hands over her back I find it slippy with sweat, as she works her body against mine. Her head is turned to the side, but it isn't long before she relents and rests her head on my chest. I feel her labored breath against my skin.
After some time, I sense increasing frustration within Irene's mind. I don't tire as easy as she'd hoped. Another possibility is also floating around her mind, one she gives voice to by raising her mouth to my ear and whispering.
"Please, I don't want... don't finish in me, okay?"
"Oh I will finish in you," I whisper back, "but you can choose the hole if you like."
"The? Oh. Well then in my mouth I guess."
"Been there done that, babe."
"Please, I don't want to get... I'm not ready for..."
"You are forgetting one hole."
"..."
"You know what I want."
"Yes. Yes I know what you want, you b... okay"
Before I can respond she lifts herself off me, stands and gestures with her hand for me to do the same. I check her mind and see no ill intent, so I stand. Irene then returns to the rug, kneeling facing away from me. I gaze in appreciation at her naked ass - it really is larger than you'd expect, not pear-shaped but approaching it. Irene's pussy lips show wet and swollen as she lowers her upper body to the rug. Irene supports herself on her elbows and arches her back in a u-shape, pushing her ass out enough that her asshole peeks out between her cheeks. She turns to look up at me.
"You want my ass. So take it."
I admit, I am impressed by the redhead's determination. It takes a lot to bend over and offer her ass to me in front of four teenage girls. I pause long enough that Irene's face starts to redden in embarrassment.
"What are you waiting for? Do it, just... just do it!"
Her impatience snaps me out of my reverie. I nod and kneel behind her. I do two things at once: order Kennedy to fetch something from my sportsbag, and dig into Irene's memories to check her experience with anal sex. I am mildly disappointed to find she is not an anal virgin, although it is an rare event for her, and every prior occasion has been careful and slow. Looking down at Irene's shapely body, I imagine going slowly must have been torture for her boyfriends; who wouldn't want to pound this fine ass?
(Side note: my mental probing also reveals she is currently in a relationship with another woman. Irene swings both ways.)
Kennedy wordlessly hands me a tube of lube - I am always prepared for situations like this, it happens so often in my world. I coat my dick liberally until it is wet and slippy. I place the head of my dick at the entrance to Irene's ass. She recoils a little when she feels my skin touch hers, but I realign.
For fun, I release the girls' speaking ability. Irene jolts as pretty much immediately the girls start protesting.
"Irene, no, you don't have to do this!"
"Let us go you bastard, you fucking animal!"
"Oh God Irene, no, please."
"You gotta stop this, this isn't right!"
Irene raises her voice above the cacophony.
"Girls! It's alright, everything will be fine. It's alrigh--ah! AAah"
Irene's reassurances falter as I push my dick down until it pops into her waiting asshole. Her ass spasms around my sensitive head, sending a wave of pleasure over me. I press down and my dick starts sinking into Irene's tight ass. I notice her shoulders tense as she feels me enter her. She's trying hard not to scream, instead letting out a long "Hnnnngaaaah" through gritted teeth. The girls surrounding us exclaim in horror, dismay and helplessness as they see Irene's pained expression. The redhead's eyes are tight closed, nose wrinkled.
I bear down harder, forcing her asshole to admit more of my shaft. I manage to get about half of my dick inside Irene's ass before I start moving back and forth with short hip movements. I manage only an inch or two at a time but enough to make the redhead jerk forwards. I continue to work her ass, increasing both the speed and depth of my penetration. As I do so I notice another difference between a mind controlled girl and Irene's extremely reluctant but voluntary acquiescence. A girl under orders to adopt a position will not move from that position until ordered otherwise. Irene slips and shudders and rebalances herself frequently. It's a small but enjoyable difference.
It takes time, but eventually I manage to sink my whole length inside the hot redhead. I pause and look down. Irene's body glistens with sweat, naked except for her black choker as she strains to accommodate my dick buried deep in her tight hot ass. Her mouth has opened, lips parted as she pants noisily. I pull out a few inches before reaching forward and taking a bunch of her straight red hair in my hand. I pull her head up by her hair at the same time as I thrust hard with my hips, plunging my dick into her bowels as she opens her eyes wide. The noise she makes is half-scream, half-squeal.
"HnnAAH!"
The surrounding girls, having fallen silent, pipe up at Irene's heartfelt expression of pain. I however want to focus on the job in hand, so on my orders they soon become silent again.
Reaching over for Irene's hair, I get a good grip and start pumping my dick inside the girl's shapely ass. As the pain intensifies I feel her mind start to panic. I reach in and dial down her pain levels before soothing her mind a little. She's been doing so well up to now but if I didn't step in and make a few adjustments she would have changed her mind about co-operating. With the pain lessened her self-control reasserts itself, and the moment of panic is over.
I am stroking steadily now, in and out of Irene's quivering ass. I spare a glance at each girl as I do so, favoring each with a smirk and a wink as I thrust hard into Irene, as if to say "this one is for you". Maggie and Chris are immediately quelled into silence by this, but from Kennedy and Dolores I get only renewed insults.
I stop moving and straighten up, my dick still halfway inside Irene's ass.
"Ha..ha... what? What do you want now?"
"I want you to work your ass, babe. You want me to finish, you need to put some effort into it."
"I don't... I'm already-agh! Alright."
Irene swallows, shakes her shoulders and starts leaning her body back. I take hold of her hips for balance, and soon I am treated to the sight of Irene's ass swallowing up my dick as she pushes it towards me. Irene emits some wordless moans as she does so, before reversing her motions and letting my dick slide out. I stop her before I fully exit her ass; she takes the hint and starts pushing back again. Soon our rhythm is back, but instead of me pumping into her Irene is fucking her ass on my dick.
It doesn't take much of this before I feel my balls tighten. I push forward just as she is pulling away, making Irene exclaim in surprise. My dick spasms, and cum flies into the depths of her ass. I hold her tight as my dick twitches and unloads spurt after spurt of warm cum inside the squirming girl. I make a last few small thrusts, pushing my dick as deep as possible into Irene's ass, before finally letting go. Irene slumps forwards, collapsing onto the rug, my dick sliding out of her ass. I sit back on my haunches and admire her, lying flat on her stomach, breathing heavily, her asshole red raw and still open from my invasion.
"Whew! That was a workout. You know, babe, you did so well I think I'm done for the night."
I sense a feeling of victory pushing up past the pain and humiliation in Irene's mind at my words.
"Yes, indeed. No more fucking for me. Well done Irene, you can rest now."
On my mental command Irene falls into a deep sleep. I look round at the girls and smile.
"Heh, I'm kidding of course. Kennedy, get your mouth back over here."
The dismay in the minds of all the girls radiates strongly to my senses, none more so than Kennedy, as she swings a leg over Irene and gets on all fours on top of her boss' prone form. Dipping her head down, her mouth envelops my deflating dick. Kennedy starts licking and sucking off the lube, the cum, Irene's pussy juices and whatever else, cleaning my dick carefully. I sense Kennedy's revulsion as she tastes the concoction. Despite her ministrations my dick softens, and once it is clean enough I mentally order Kennedy off it.
"Good work Kennedy. I wasn't lying about being tired, though. Might be a while before you can finish what you started earlier. But that's okay, it's about time the other girls stopped being spectators and provided some entertainment."
I sense Maggie, Dolores and Chris start at my words, and again as they rise from their seated positions. I get up also, a little shaky - the first girl of an evening is always quite draining, don't you find? I return to the couch and sit. Kennedy sits next to me, turns toward me and starts running her hands over me while her mouth places gentle kisses on my neck and shoulder. I idly put my arm around her, stroking the side of her breast. The three other girls line up in front of me (Irene remains flat on the rug, and will do until I order her awake).
There are no music playing devices that I can see; some ancient-looking computers on the other side of the room but I don't feel like playing around with them. No stripteasing to music then, oh well. Passing my eye over the nervous teens in front of me, I make my choice.
"Maggie, front and center babe."
Maggie steps forward. I resist the urge to have her salute.
"Let's see what we are working with here."
The blonde removes her sneakers and starts pulling off her socks (rather gracelessly but if there is a sexy way to take off sneakers I've yet to see it). I restore the girl's speaking abilities as she does so. They realize this about the time Maggie straightens up and starts pushing the straps of her dress off her shoulders. Dolores is of course the first to speak again.
"Dude, leave Mags alone. Come on, you promised."
(The lack of insults and threats this time does not go unnoticed.)
"I'm pretty sure I promised to fuck every one of you. Besides, I'm not a good person, as you should have realized by now."
As if to emphasize this point, Maggie's dress falls off her body and crumples in a pile around her bare feet. I gaze appreciatively at the 17 year old blonde standing in her underwear (functional light pink bra and panties). Her body has the same air of fitness as Irene and Kennedy but Maggie's body is softer than the other two. This gym is doing some good - without it Maggie might be pudgy, but instead she is only a little curvy in all the right places.
The blonde sees me looking her up and down; she is desperate to bolt for the exit or at least cover herself. She gets to do neither, and as she reaches behind her back to undo her bra she instead fixes me with her clear blue eyes.
"Please..."
I ignore her and watch as her bra falls on top of her dress. Maggie's breasts are like the rest of her, soft and round and cute. The girl blushes deeply, even more so when I order her to cup her breasts in her hands.
"A nice handful there, Maggie. Why don't you turn around and show Chris what you got."
My words elicit dismay from Maggie, Dolores and Kennedy, but from Chris I sense (and see) a guilty start. The girl of her dreams turns to face her wearing nothing but panties, her breasts held in her hands as if to offer them to her. Chris tries not to think of the many times she's fantasized about seeing Maggie topless. For once the shy teen speaks up.
"Oh man..."
"I know, right? What a babe. But wait, there's more."
Maggie's hands leave her breasts and head for her panties. As her last item of clothing slides down her legs Kennedy speaks in a level voice.
"Don't do this man. Mags is innocent, I don't think she's ever... just, please?"
I reply with equal calm.
"After tonight, none of you will be innocent. But if it's any consolation I will be wiping your memories of our adventures afterwards."
"That's not any consolation."
I admire Maggie's smooth round ass as, on my command, she stays bent over, hands on knees.
"Maggie will suck and fuck and take it in her ass same as Irene has. Same as you will. But none of you will remember it."
"Really no consolation, man."
I shrug, and mentally order Maggie over to me. She straightens up, turns and walks over, dropping into my lap. As I feel the warmth of her body against me and order her to lean in for a kiss, Kennedy says in a semi-resigned tone.
"Man, no."
Dolores is more eloquent, shouting at me.
"Let her go, you sick fuck!"
For Maggie's part she manages only a breathy "please" before her lips meet mine. I open my mouth as her golden locks fall around my face, and soon we are making out like long-parted lovers. Maggie's kissing style is eager (despite her mind's reluctance). Her lips press hard against mine and her tongue pushes mine around almost needily. My hand (the one not currently around Kennedy) reaches up to the blonde's breasts, finding them smooth and supple. My fingers sink into the soft flesh. A little more than a handful. I tighten my grip on her breast a little and Maggie makes an "Mmf" sound in my mouth.
Maggie and I lock lips while my hands explore her body, before finally she moves off me and sits beside me, on the opposite side to Kennedy. During all this Kennedy did not stop kissing and caressing me (because I did not order her to stop.) Maggie starts doing the same. I now have the pleasure of the innocent blonde and the less-innocent darker-skinned teen running their hands and lips over my head, neck, and torso. I look up.
"Now, who next?"
"Fuck you dude."
"Guess you just volunteered, Dolores."
Dolores steps forward, a sullen look on her face. Unfortunately my powers don't extend to changing a girl's expression (too many small muscles perhaps, I'm not sure). But then a bright smile wouldn't fit this girl either. I take a closer look at what she is wearing now that I don't have to sneak glances. What I assumed were sneakers were actually black suede boots, which are removed by use of zips on the sides. A black jacket, black top, dark gray t-shirt and that heavy cross are the next items to be removed, to the sound of much swearing and insults. As the t-shirt goes over her head it becomes clear that Dolores had not worn a bra today. In fact, given the smallness of her chest I doubt she needs one. A black skirt covers her from waist to just above the knee; at least it does until she zips it open and it falls away. I have Dolores stop at this point, and she stands glaring at me.
"Getting a good look?"
"So far so good. You've a cute little body, D."
"Fuck you."
Dolores does indeed look good, wearing only black panties and black stockings that reach above her knee. Got to give her credit for sticking to the black theme I suppose.
I notice for the first time that Dolores is shorter than any of the other girls, although not to the point of being tiny. Her skin is pale but unblemished. Her chest is barely there, with enough curve to show she has breasts but not much more. Her nipples that look red against the whiteness of her skin. I look into her mind and find this is the first time a man has seen her breasts. She is self-conscious about them, and never leaves the house without several layers of cloth to conceal their size (or lack thereof). Standing in front of me and her co-workers like this would normally turn her beet-red, but she is burying her embarrassment beneath anger.
With a wave of my hand Dolores resumes stripping. The panties come off and I am greeted with trimmed but still thick black hair concealing her pussy. Guess this one's color doesn't come from a bottle. I stop her before she starts rolling down her stockings.
"No, keep those on babe. They look good on you."
"Creep."
“You know what, put the boots back on too.”
"Fucking creep."
"Stand up straight. Good girl, now give us a whirl."
Dolores turns slowly, letting me see her body from all angles. Her ass is round and toned, her stomach flat - she is indeed a cute little package. She completes her turn and resumes glaring at me.
"Nice, D. I don't know why you would want to hide this under those shapeless clothes."
"Because perverts like you ruin everything."
"Take another turn, other way this time."
"Creep."
"Stop. That's good, now hands on your knees. Arch your back a bit, that's good, let's all have a good look at that ass."
"Jesus you utter, utter-"
"Doesn't Dolores have a cute little ass, girls? Kennedy?"
"..."
"Mags?"
"I...."
"Yeesh, okay. Well, I appreciate your ass, Dolores."
"Drop dead."
"I look forward to stretching it out on my dick."
"FUCK you man."
"But let's see a few more poses first."
I entertain myself for a few minutes, putting Dolores in a variety of poses ranging from classic cheesecake to pornographic. Dolores complains loudly and colorfully but that just adds to my amusement. Her voice raises a few decibels when she realizes I have ordered Kennedy and Maggie to move their hands down. The girls are now stroking and caressing my rising dick while we watch the petite goth girl bend and twist. I spare one glance at Chris during this time, standing silently and trying to wish herself invisible. Otherwise my attention is fixed on Dolores.
I stop Dolores during a particularly explicit pose (sitting facing us, legs raised and spread wide, pussy held open between two fingers, nipple being twisted by other hand). I order her to approach the couch, opening my legs as she approaches to give her room to kneel between them. Dolores looks up at me with a look of pure loathing. Her head is an inch beside my dick which is being stroked by Kennedy's hand, while Maggie's hand caresses my balls.
"You won't get away with this you sick-ow! Hey"
On my orders Kennedy grasps my dick and smacks Dolores in the cheek with it. Dolores exclaims in surprise more than pain, which amuses me enough that I have Kennedy repeat the motion a few times.
"You're going to- hey! - you'll neve- ow! -stop fucking doing that y-gah!"
Eventually Dolores realizes that her objections entertain me. She shuts her mouth in a tight line, ignoring my dick slapping against her cheek and nose. Watching the pale goth girl silently fume is not quite as much fun, so I order her to raise her head above my dick, which Kennedy releases. I feel Dolores' mind fighting as hard as she can not to open her mouth, but it is pointless. Only someone with abilities like mine can offer any kind of resistance. And so Dolores lips part and her head moves down. I watch as the feisty petite girl, on her knees and naked except for black stockings and boots, takes my dick into her warm mouth. I feel her hot breath on the head of my dick as it is engulfed, then the wetness of her mouth as she closes her lips around my shaft about halfway down.
Dolores keeps her mouth stationary, but her tongue goes to work. I feel it sliding around before drawing the tip of her tongue in a line up the underside of my shaft. Pulling her head back there is sudden coolness as part of my dick exists her mouth, wet with her saliva. This is compensated for by her tongue now being able to reach the tip of my dick. I can't quite make out what she is doing - a figure eight perhaps? - but the effect is impressive, as the sensitive head of my dick is alternately pummeled and caressed by the goth girl's talented tongue. Kennedy's hand has retreated to the base of my dick when Dolores began her blowjob. On my command she carefully pulls the skin back, exposing more of the head to Dolores' ministrations. I let out a sigh in appreciation.
"Aaah. Now that's a much better use for your mouth, D."
"Fuphh yuff"
"You really know how to work your tongue. You could - ah- could give Irene some pointers."
"Affhoou!"
"How deep can you go babe?"
"Mmmff!"
"Not bad, but you can do better."
"Nnoo-uh!"
"Hmm, not quite. Let's adjust your position a bit... there. Aaand down the throat we go."
"MMMFFF!"
Dolores' mouth is small, like the rest of her. But by lowering her head and angling up just so, I manage to enter her throat, and soon her black lipstick is leaving a mark around the base of my dick. I put my hands behind my head and look down on Dolores, her expression becoming desperate as she runs out of air. As her eyelids flutter and eyes start to cross I toy with the idea of having her faint on my dick. I decide to save that for later, and instead let her raise her head off my dick. Saliva forms a chain between my dick and her open mouth as she gulps air, but only for a moment. Without warning I take hold of the back of her head and push Dolores back down (the hand on head is not necessary, but it's a fun visual for me and the girls).
I'm not sure how long I have Dolores blow me. I lose track of time as we alternate between her using her oral skills and simply being choked on my dick. Occasionally we pause, and Dolores takes long licks and kisses on my shaft as I cool down, before we continue. Dolores' verbal abuse slows down as her oral abuse wears her down, but never quite stops. Good for her, she has a long night ahead of her and she'll need that spirit.
When my hands are not occupied guiding the goth girl's head, I take advantage of having two other attractive naked teenage girls in easy reach. My hands wander over Kennedy's toned body and Maggie's fit but still soft one. I enjoy the fullness of breasts and taught asses, and slip a finger or two inside tight pussies. When I have fingers buried between both Kennedy and Maggie's legs (and Dolores is making black lipstick smears along my dick by sliding her lips up and down my shaft) that I turn to address Chris.
"Hey Chris. Like the view?"
Chris seems to have zoned out completely; a look inside her mind shows she has been trying to imagine herself somewhere else. My calling her name throws her attention back to the room, but her only response is to stare at me briefly before casting her eyes to the floor. So I try again.
"Take a good look at Dolores, Chris. You'll be doing the same soon."
"Mmmf!"
"In fact, there's no time like the present. Get over here babe."
Chris gets to her feet but I stop her before she starts coming over.
"Lose the clothes first of course."
Chris mentally hesitates, but her body is under my control, and so she has a look of surprise as her hands move down to grip the hem of her shirt.
"Speed it up, Chris, or there won't be any left for you."
My comment is coupled with a mental command, and soon Chris' baggy, unisex clothes are flying off her. By the time Chris is able to exclaim "Hey!" her hands are unclipping her bra and throwing it off her, not stopping before bending down to pull blue and white striped briefs down and off. If I did not have control of her body she would have fallen over in her haste. But I do and she doesn't and in very short order Chris is standing naked, hands at her side and blushing furiously.
I take a good look at the last girl to lose her clothing, passing my eye up and down her in a way that only deepens her blush. As I had suspected, underneath the masculine clothes Chris' body is unquestionably feminine. Thin but not unhealthily so, the gap between her thighs do nothing to hide her pussy, lips visible below some untended but sparse brown hair. After the curve of her hips her body narrows to a trim stomach. Above this sits a pair of apple-sized breasts, round and firm and capped with prominent pink nipples. On my orders Chris half turns, showing a small but well-proportioned ass, before turning back to face me. Chris' body is fit but not as toned as her co-workers', probably due to her relative newness to the record store-cum-girls' fitness club. Her long brown hair falls around her shoulders, partially concealing one breast. For fun I have her pick up her red baseball cap and place it back on her head, brim backwards as before. The view as she bends down and straightens up is much improved by her lack of clothes.
The expression on Chris' almost elfin face is one of embarrassment mixed with fear, but somehow she still manages to look innocent. Let's see how innocent she looks later.
As Chris walks towards me I detect two strong mental reactions. The first from Chris, who radiates concern for Irene as she steps over her prone body. The second from Kennedy and Maggie, who react to Chris' impending violation with a wave of despair, more so than for themselves or the other girls. As Dolores moves aside and Chris kneels next to her, I address both reactions in turn.
"Don't worry Chris, Irene is just sleeping. I'll wake her up when I want to play with her some more."
"Alright girls, I have a proposition for you. I'm going to let you pick one of you, and whoever you pick will not get my dick in her pussy or in her ass. Plenty of blowjobs of course, and anything else that takes my fancy. But no dicks in at least those two holes. In exchange I expect a bit less whining - it doesn't do you any good and it gets old. Do we have a deal?"
Maggie and Kennedy say "okay" immediately; Chris hesitates before saying "alright". Dolores manages an "mmf" around my dick which I take to be agreement.
"Good. So on the count of three, say the name of the lucky girl. One, two, three."
"Chris"
"Chris"
"Uh, Maggie!"
"MMMF!"
Maggie and Kennedy vote for Chris, unsurprising given their earlier mental reactions. Equally unsurprising is Chris' vote for Maggie. Dolores' vote of "me!" is indecipherable to everyone without mental powers, which is probably just as well. I turn to Chris and smile down at her.
"Congratulations Chris, you get to keep your vaginal and anal virginity."
"I... can't it be Ma-"
"-but not your oral virginity. Get to work girl."
Dolores raises her mouth off my dick and makes way for Chris. Chris stares at my penis, wet with Dolores’ saliva, but my mental commands are clear. The brunette teen's head lowers, her lips touch my dick, and the head passes into Chris' mouth.
Immediately I feel a scraping sensation, which causes me to exclaim.
"Ah! Hey, less teeth Chris."
I tweak my mental commands and Chris opens her mouth wider. My dick enters further into her mouth, but her head is at an odd angle, and I bump against the roof of her mouth. Frowning, I again send orders, and next my dick is causing a strong gag reflex. Unable to move away from my dick Chris instead coughs and splutters around it. And here come the teeth again, this time scraping the underside of my shaft. I sigh, order her head off me and say.
"Wow, Chris, you are terrible at this."
If Chris has a response it is drowned out by her coughing. Instead Kennedy says:
"Take it easy, man, she hasn't done this before."
"Some girls has a natural skill at sucking dick, Kennedy. Chris does not. No wonder she prefers girls."
I sense surprise from the girls surrounding me, coupled with alarm from Chris, who blurts out:
"Dude! *cough*"
"Oh sorry, was that a secret? Oh well. Don't worry Chris, lesbian or no, I will make sure that by the end of this evening you will be able to give at least a halfway decent blowjob."
Dolores rolls her eyes.
"Dolores will help."
The goth starts to open her mouth in protest, but slams it shut and just glares at me.
"Let's start with licking. D, show your friend how to give my dick a good tongue-lashing."
Dolores obliges, running the flat of her tongue from my balls, slowly up my shaft and over the head.
"Nice. Your turn Chris."
The brunette sticks her tongue out.
"No, no, flat, not pointed. Like licking an ice-cream. There, that's better."
Dolores and Chris first take turns, then work together, licking my dick and balls from either side. Chris learns when to give long flat licks, when to use the tip of her tongue, and how to swirl her tongue around the head. Dolores demonstrates every step. Then comes the correct angle for entry. How to use the lips to keep the teeth away. How to take my dick properly into her mouth (with my mental suppression of Chris' gag reflex) . One blowjob crash course later and I am looking down with satisfaction. The innocent brunette sinks her mouth down and envelops my dick in her mouth, looking up at me with her brown eyes wide. I reach over and take one of her breasts into my hand - Chris starts but manages neither to choke nor bite me. Chris' breast is small but very firm, taught skin over a pert mound that fits into my hand. Reaching into her mind I am unsurprised to learn this is the first time any man (or woman for that matter) has touched Chris' breasts. I move my arm up her shoulder until it rests on her head, then sit back as I tutor Chris in the fine art of cocksucking. She won't be as talented as Irene any time soon. But as Chris starts bobbing her head and her tongue starts moving I decide I’ve made good on my promise to teach her the basics.
I lean my head back and enjoy the sensations rising from my dick. For added fun I order Maggie to kneel on the couch so she can lean over and make out with me. Feeling the blonde's tongue exploring my mouth as her would-be lover uses her own tongue to explore my dick is indeed a satisfactory combination. It does highlight the relative skills of the two girls though. Which leads me to wonder what Maggie's flexible tongue would feel like twisting around my shaft. Of course I can do more than wonder.
Without breaking off the kiss I mentally command Chris to take her mouth off my dick. I then have Maggie kiss her way down my body, her lips touching my neck and shoulders before working along my chest. As Maggie's head descends her ass rises, and I take the opportunity to run one hand over her back and feel the smooth firmness of her tight teen ass. Eventually Maggie brushes her hair to one side to let me have an unimpeded view as her mouth plunges down onto my dick.
I was right - Maggie's eager energy in kissing is matched by her blowjob technique. The blonde's soft lips wrap around my dick and immediately start pumping up and down. A shiver of pleasure runs up my spine. It is quite a contrast to the sedate blowjob given by Chris (who is sitting on her haunches trying to look anywhere but at Maggie). Maggie isn't doing anything fancy. A quick peek in her mind reveals that her total experience with sucking dick is at sleepovers with (female) friends, giggling while showing off with cucumbers. But her almost aggressive approach is working wonders anyway. It isn't long before I have to order Maggie to lift her head off to prevent my climax coming too soon.
"Whew! Nice work babe, top marks for effort. Your turn Kennedy, you should be familiar with sucking me by now."
Kennedy starts to say something but, remembering her deal about Chris, opts to stay silent. Like Maggie, she gets on her elbows and knees on the couch, lowering her head while, like with Maggie, I reach over and caress her toned ass. I look around me at the four attractive teenage girls who were a mere hour or two ago expecting to do nothing tonight but train in their secret girls-only gym, and are now naked and arranged around me, taking turns to serve me with their mouths. Now this is my kind of party.
The girls each get to taste my dick a few times over the next hour or so. I enjoy their different styles. Kennedy's precise and methodical approach versus Maggie's wild pumping. Chris' inexpert fumblings versus Dolores' skillful tongue tricks. Occasionally I have the girls swap positions, always two between my legs and on either side. I try to cool off every time I get too close, but inevitably there comes a point when my balls are straining for release and I know it's time to cum. By this time Dolores and Maggie are kneeling in front of me, while I fondle the breasts of Chris and Kennedy as they kneel on the couch on either side. My dick pops out of Maggie's mouth and she grasps it with her hand. Dolores is faced with my dick pointed straight at her face, being energetically stroked by Maggie.
"Get ready for your facial, D."
"No way, get that thing away from me!"
Dolores' protests mean her mouth is open when the first stream of cum flies out of dick, and lands across her lips and tongue. Her mouth slams shut in disgust, but that just means the rest of the cum covers her nose, cheek and even reaches to just below her eye. As I come down from the long-delayed climax, I admire Dolores face, a look of helpless rage fixed on it, warm sticky cum streaked across her pale skin. I have Maggie smack Dolores face with my dick a couple of times for fun, before it deflates too much.
"That's a good look for you, Dolores. Mind you, you do look kind of messy. Actually, you all do. How about you girls go pretty up and let me get my breath back."
One by one the girls rise and pad off to the changing room. I hear the shower running shortly after. I have instructed the girls to clean themselves thoroughly, including all relevant orifices, so it takes a little time before the first one emerges. I use the time to retrieve a few items from my bag and stow them next to the couch.
Kennedy steps out, still damp from the shower, and I am again struck by her powerful but sleek frame. Which gives me an idea. I send some commands to Kennedy and we get into position. Dolores is next to reenter the room (stockings and boots back on because she looks so good in them), which works fine; again I send her silent orders and wait.
When Maggie opens the door from the changing room she gives a little squeak of surprise when Kennedy and Dolores grab her from either side. The girls lift their blonde friend up and push her against the wall. The impact is hard enough to thump the air out of Maggie, and before she can catch her breathe I am standing in front of her. Kennedy and Dolores (working in silence as ordered) stand on either side, lift and part Maggie's legs while keeping her pinned to the wall. Maggie has time to exclaim "Wha-" before I step between her legs, angle my dick to meet her exposed pussy, and drive it deep into the stunned blonde. Dolores and Kennedy had done a fine job of rubbing and stroking my dick before Maggie appeared. I am at full hardness and more than eager to bury my dick in tight teen pussy. Maggie is still wet from the shower, but I order her arousal levels up to add to the lubrication.
Maggie finally finds her voice as I start roughly pumping my dick. She lets out a wail as she feels a man inside her for the first time, her vagina stretching to accommodate the intruding dick. The sounds of her distress become rhythmic, as my forward motions push her repeatedly against the wall.
"AaaAAGH-uh-uh-AH!-ah!"
Leaning forwards, I silence her cries by ordering her to kiss me. This adds to the feeling of closeness, as my tongue travels deep inside her mouth just as my dick is deep inside her pussy. I feel her nipples rubbing against my chest as we movie. Maggie's body is still under my control, so she does not struggle. Nonetheless the motions of our bodies cause Kennedy and Dolores to keep a firm grip on Maggie. Their fingers press into her thighs as they hold her up. I don't need to read their minds, their faces express their horror and disgust at helping me violate their innocent friend.
The door to the changing room opens once more. I don't turn to look at Chris, but I sense the wave of alarm from her mind as she sees her crush being roughly fucked against the gym wall. I take my lips off Maggie's, raising my voice to be heard over her incoherent cries.
"Hey Chris, give me a minute and I'll have a present for you."
I redouble my efforts, and the thumping sound of Maggie's ass hitting the wall gets louder and more rapid. The blonde's hair is too wet from the shower to bounce much, but her breasts jiggle pleasingly in front of me. After a minute or so I stop as suddenly as I started, stepping back. Maggie's pussy looks red and sore from the abuse. Behind me, Chris cries out as she feels her body move.
"Hey, what gives?"
Dolores and Kennedy gently put Maggie on her feet as Chris lies on her back on the floor.
"Maggie's pussy needs some tender care, Chris. I'm sure you'd be happy to oblige."
Maggie is unsteady on her feet, but she needs only a few steps before standing over Chris' head. As Maggie gets on her hands and knees, Chris watches the blonde's pussy descend toward her face.
"Jesus, dude, this isn--mmf!"
Whatever it isn't I do not discover, as the brunette's mouth is soon smothered by Maggie's pussy. It takes a mental command from me, but soon Chris' tongue snakes out and she tastes the pussy of the girl she had been pining over. Maggie meanwhile has bent her head down and is returning the favor, running the tip of her tongue along the slit between Chris' pussy lips. I look down at the two girls noisily eating each other out, noting the faint scratch marks on Maggie's back where the skin scraped against the wall.
I reach into Maggie's mind and pull out her real feelings about Chris. Happily for the brunette it seems Maggie not only knows how Chris feels, but reciprocates. Less happily, Maggie's way of expressing this is to tease Chris until she tells Maggie the truth. Double-meaning comments, 'accidental' brushes, slightly-too-tight hugs, the lot. Maggie justifies this as trying to help Chris be honest with herself and with Maggie, but I can see her deeper, more devilish streak is pushing her along. Every awkward blush and stutter from Chris made a little part of sweet innocent Maggie hot as hell. What's the lesbian equivalent of a cock tease? I don't know, but finding this out about Maggie makes her more interesting. Which makes what I am about to do next all the more fun (for me).
Kneeling behind Maggie, I order Kennedy and Dolores to kneel on either side of me. I then take hold of Maggie's ass with both hands and part her buttocks, revealing both her puckered asshole and Chris' wide eyes underneath. I wink at Chris before lining up my dick to Maggie's asshole. I keep one hand on my dick as the head stretches the blonde's last virgin hole, until it is deep enough to stay in place. Then, taking hold of her hips in both hands, I begin to push forwards.
Maggie lets out a "MMF!" as she feels the head of my dick enter her, but as I start pressing it deeper into her asshole she begins to scream in earnest. Even muffled by Chris's pussy the sound is loud. My dick is coated in her pussy juices but this is not much in the way of lubricant. I have lube in my sports bag but I want this first fully-controlled anal violation of the night to have maximum impact on the girls. So I press into Maggie remorselessly, pushing with my hips and pulling with my arms, sinking my shaft deeper into the blonde girl's curvy ass. I feel her muscles spasming around my dick, alternating between holding me in place and loosening up to allow further progress. I'm about two thirds in when I need to apply some precise mental orders. Maggie relaxes her muscles just enough to allow the last of my dick to enter her ass. On a whim I have Chris move her head, taking her tongue out of Maggie's pussy and having it run over the balls now hanging above her.
One of my hands moves from Maggie's hips to the back of Kennedy’s head. I push the girl’s head down as close as possible to where my dick disappears into Maggie's quivering ass.
"Take a good look babe. Because you're next."
I don't bother to release Kennedy's speaking ability to allow her to respond. Instead I pull out of Maggie's ass about halfway before driving my dick back inside, causing Maggie's incoherent screams to intensify. The lack of lubrication makes it much harder to pump Maggie's asshole than it was for her pussy, but I don't mind the extra work. Maggie's ass is tight and warm and looks gorgeous stretched around my dick. I feel the occasional tickle of Chris' tongue over my balls, but it is hard for her to keep up with my movements. Maggie is having similar trouble keeping her mouth on Chris' pussy, so I allow her to lift her head.
"Oh! Oh god! Ah! Get it- ah! Out! Fu-ah! Please, pl-ah!"
For the next fifteen minutes or so the room is filled with the sound of Maggie's pain and my pleasure, and the slap of skin against skin. Her tightness, and the knowledge that I have taken this attractive blonde's oral, vaginal and now anal virginity, prevent me from lasting very long. I feel my orgasm rushing up, and remove my dick from Maggie's asshole just in time. My cum spurts onto her ass, across her pussy, and drips onto Chris' face. I am motionless for half a minute or so as my orgasm subsides, then shuffle backwards a little before rising to my feet.
Dolores and Kennedy go with me to the couch. Behind me, Chris starts licking the cum off Maggie's pussy and ass. Maggie herself is still moaning "no... ah..." to herself; her body shudders every so often. Dolores sits on one end of the couch, Kennedy on the other, and I lie down with my feet on Dolores’ lap and my head resting on Kennedy's lap. On my command both girls begin stroking my body. I look up and admire the curve of Kennedy's taught breasts, before noticing Kennedy's expression. She seems to want to say something, and so I release her speaking ability.
"What do we need to do?"
"Sorry?"
"What do we need to do? To... to get out alive?"
"Oh. Don't worry Kennedy, I have no intention of killing anyone."
"You don't care about hurting us though."
Maggie's low moans in the background underscore her point.
"Only as long as it brings me pleasure, babe."
"..."
"Okay, that didn't sound good. What I mean is, I don't enjoy hurting people just for its own sake. I'm a terrible person-"
"You're a monster."
"-but I'm not going to start cutting anyone or ordering you to beat each other to death or whatever."
"Then how do you stop people telling what happened to them?"
"I told you, I make them forget."
"Just like that?"
"Just like that."
My eyes are half-closed (I'm tired and this is relaxing), but I sense Kennedy's disbelief and mistrust in her mind.
"Okay, I'll prove it. Dolores, get up."
I lift my legs and let Dolores stand in front of Kennedy and I. She looks at me with trepidation. I turn my head and look at Dolores, but address Kennedy when I say.
"Dolores will now forget everything that has happened to her since I stepped into this room in 3....2...1"
Dolores blinks. Her brow furrows as she looks at me, a naked man with my head in the lap of her equally-naked friend.
"Wha...?"
(I had also removed all my control from Dolores, including returning her speaking ability)
"What the... who are you? What's going on?"
I smile as Dolores turns her head to look at Chis and Maggie eating each other out on the floor of the gym. Her mental state shifts from puzzlement, through alarm, and finally to panic as she looks down and sees herself also naked. Turning, she starts to run for the stairs. Dolores manages only a few steps before tripping and falling over Irene, still lying face down on the rug. I can't help but laugh at the physical comedy. Dolores looks at Irene's still body, assumes the worst, and screams. She scrambles to get up, and gets on the first step of the stairs before I reassert control over her body. The girl freezes, turns back and returns to her former position on the couch. I remove Dolores' speaking ability and she falls silent. I dial down her fear and increase her anger, resetting her mental state to something like her previous condition.
"See what I mean, Kennedy?"
"I guess."
"With my abilities I don't have to do all that messy killing stuff. I can just erase people's' memories and as long as I haven't caused any permanent injury things go fine."
Kennedy is still mistrustful, but my demonstration of my abilities has given her hope that they will get through this night. Her resolve is unchanged; she has no intention of co-operating. Talking to me is another attempt to find a loophole in my powers, or an escape route of some kind. I admire her tenacity.
My energetic fucking of Maggie, followed by lying on the couch, has made me a little sleepy. I consider taking a short nap, but decide against it. Instead I stand; on my mental orders Kennedy and Dolores to stand up in front of me. Kennedy is almost level with my height, but Dolores is a good head shorter. I open my arms and wrap them around the girls' waists, resting my hands on their asses as they start to press their bodies against mine. I send commands to Maggie and Chris, and soon they have detached their faces from each other’s pussies and are also rubbing warmly against me, their bodies sliding around my back and sides.
Being surrounded by soft girlflesh goes a long way to reviving me. Kennedy's ass is a delight to caress, as is the smaller but no less attractive ass of Dolores. Four mouths breathe on my skin, and eight hands try to occupy whatever space is not already covered by bodies. Special attention is paid to my dick (of course), and soon I feel it rising to the occasion. Despite only Dolores being silenced by my mental command, the other girls say nothing. Maggie and Chris are too tired from screaming into each other’s pussies. Kennedy is remembering my earlier promise of her being next, and deciding not to remind me.
I hadn't forgotten, of course. I lock lips with Kennedy, feeling her soft mouth on mine while her hand strokes my hardening dick. When I feel sufficiently erect I order the dark-skinned beauty to slowly lower herself, sliding down my chest, until she is squatting in front of me. Kneeling she would be at head level with my dick, but sitting on her haunches like this raises her so that my dick rests between her pert breasts. Kennedy place her hands on the side of her breasts, pushing them together. A few adjustments of position and soon my dick is enveloped in Kennedy's tits, the head poking out just below her downturned chin. I begin moving my hips, slowly at first to let Kennedy get used to the motion, then more quickly. Kennedy's breasts feel warm and soft on my shaft, but drier and of a different consistency than her mouth or the pussies of Irene or Maggie. The girl tries to keep her eyes averted, but I catch her glancing at my dick as it appears and disappears between her breasts. I order her head to bend down and shuffle a little closer to her, allowing the tip of my dick to just enter her mouth at its highest point.
Dolores momentarily distracts me as she flicks one of my nipples with her tongue. I comment to her.
"I guess titfucking is something you'll never get to experience, D. At least not without some surgery."
Dolores starts at her (nick)name, and I recall that her memory was completely wiped.
"Oh, right. You have no idea what is going on, do you. Well, I can't be bothered to explain it again, but I think I'll try a little attitude adjustment anyway."
I reach into Dolores' mind and readjust her mental state, dialing down the panic and confusion and dialing up her anger. I smile in satisfaction when I see the goth girl's eyes begin to smolder with indignation.
"That's better, the old Dolores is back. Get your pouty mouth up here."
By lowering my head and Dolores tilting hers back, we manage to touch our lips together. I don't stop fucking Kennedy's tits as I make out with Dolores; nor do Maggie and Chris stop rubbing and kissing and licking my body. I do put one hand around Kennedy's neck, holding her head from behind to balance myself. The other hand curls around Dolores ass, my fingertips just brushing her pussy from behind.
I could climax from this, from the sheer volume of skin-on-skin contact alone, but I have a more urgent need. I stop moving my hips and Kennedy stands. She doesn't stay up for long; I order her to kneel in front of the green couch, her elbows resting on the couch. On a whim I order Dolores to assume the same position next to Kennedy. Soon I am treated to the sight of both girls' taught asses, presenting themselves to me. Their pussies are exposed (and well-lubricated, thanks to my mental commands). Dolores' pale skin makes a nice contrast next to Kennedy's darker tones. Chris and Maggie peel off me and go to kneel on the couch, Chris next to Kennedy and Maggie next to Dolores. I remove Maggie and Chris' speaking ability as an unnecessary distraction; right now this is Dolores and Kennedy's turn to shine.
Dolores' and Kennedy's heads turn to the side to watch me as I pretend to ponder who I take first. I had already decided on Kennedy of course. I kneel behind the fit teenage girl, taking her naked ass in my hands and once again admiring the firmness of her muscles. I line my dick up with her pussy and have no trouble sliding almost halfway in on the first penetration, an act which Kennedy reacts to with a loud "Fu-fuuck!".
As I start rocking my way deeper inside Kennedy, I delve into her memories to check for past experiences. She and her boyfriend had indeed gotten this far, although Kennedy was clear that her asshole is off limits. I sense some pride in Kennedy's memories at her ability to manipulate her boyfriend's dick, which awakens my curiosity. I send some specific commands to Kennedy's body based on what I saw in her memories. Immediately the pleasure of being inside her is increased as I feel her pussy muscles contract and relax in a regular pattern, rippling over my shaft. Kennedy can also feel her body doing this, but her reaction is more one of dismay. I push harder into her, until I am fully inside the athletic teenager's pussy. I can't help but moan at the sensations Kennedy's skilled muscles induce in me.
"Uh! Wow, babe, that's a talented pussy you've got there. Your boyfriend is lucky."
Kennedy's response is halfway between a snort and a groan. She is trying hard not to say anything that could prolong her violation, something I do not hesitate to play on.
"I could be inside your pussy all night, Kennedy. Maggie's was fun but you've got skills."
I sense immediate fear from Kennedy and shock from Dolores (who does not remember Maggie's earlier adventures). I let these feelings linger and I start moving in and out of Kennedy, not going too fast because I want to feel her pussy stroking my dick. Kennedy tries to stay quiet, but the occasional "Ugh!" and "Ah! Fuck!" escape her mouth. I run my hands over her ass and up her strong back, before reaching over to cup Chris' breast as she kneels next to Kennedy on the couch. On my orders (and with great reluctance) Chris' own hands start groping Kennedy's breasts. This requires her to bend over a little, which has the bonus effect of getting more of her body within my reach.
Steadily fucking Kennedy while I feel up her body and that of her innocent brunette friend is fun, but I don't want Dolores (or Maggie) to feel left out. So eventually I pull out of Kennedy's pussy and reposition myself behind Dolores. My dick is glistening with Kennedy's juices, and it is obvious to the goth teen what is going to happen. But still she protests, up to and including the moment she feels the head of my dick parting her pussy lips.
"Don't you fucking dare, you creepy - uh! Ah, Christ, get it out of me! Get OUT! Ah!"
Dolores' pussy is more difficult to penetrate than Kennedy's but not by much. I only have to take hold of her hips and push a little harder before my shaft is most of the way inside her. I look up from watching my dick sink into Dolores' wet pussy to see her looking straight at me. Her green eyes narrow in hate as she loudly objects to being my latest fuck-toy. I smile and give my hips an extra jolt, pushing her body forwards and embedding my dick completely inside the feisty girl.
"Not bad, D", I say as I begin pumping my dick in and out of her, "your mouth felt good but your pussy has a lot going for it too."
"What?"
"Oh right, you don't remember sucking me off a while ago. Don't worry, we'll have plenty of time to refresh your memory tonight."
"You go anywhere- uh, fuck STOP that- anywhere near my mouth and I'll bite it off you - ah! - creep!"
"Well now that just sounds like a challenge. Come here babe."
I pull out, and on my command Dolores turns around, kneels and opens her mouth.
"WhA? AA?"
I push my dick into Dolores' waiting mouth and rather than biting she closes her lips around it and starts sucking. I sense the feeling of disgust from her mind as she tastes my dick, coated in Kennedy's and her own pussy juices. I pump in her mouth a few times to make my point. Ordering her to return to her earlier position, I reenter her pussy and continue as if nothing had happened.
"What were you saying about biting something off, babe?"
"Fuck you."
"Let's be clear, Dolores. You and your friends are my playthings. If I want you to suck me off, you will. If I want to fuck your tight little pussy." And here I let go of Dolores' hips and order her body to instead rock back and forth on my dick. "Then that's what will happen. If I want Maggie to take hold of your nipples and twist-"
"AAH! Fuck!"
"-then she'll do it. So make any threats you want, babe, because that's all you can do."
I withdraw my dick from Dolores, give her ass a hearty slap to which she responds with a hearty curse, and then move back to behind Kennedy.
"I haven't forgotten about you, Kennedy. Or this beautiful ass of yours. Chris, could you get me that tube next to the couch... thanks. Now spread your ass Kennedy."
Kennedy's hands reach back behind her and pull her ass cheeks apart. Her head is on the couch, face to one side; I have Chris brush Kennedy's dreadlocks away from her face. Kennedy's expression is pensive. She can guess what comes next, and as she feels the cool lubricating gel squirt between her ass cheeks she is certain. Having put a generous dollop of gel on Kennedy's ass and massaged it around and a little into her asshole, I line up my dick to her entrance. Kennedy tries to keep silent but a "uuurgh" escapes from her as she feels her asshole stretching around the head of my dick. Kennedy's ass is tight, even with the lube and her own hands spreading herself; I have to push hard to get my dick past her anal ring. But I manage it, and am rewarded with the sight of my dick sinking into Kennedy's dark, toned ass. I push some more, and Kennedy lets out a cry of "Fuufuck!" as I penetrate deeper. I'm deep enough in now that I can feel the pulse of her blood, and the heat of her body around my dick. The skin around my dick, pulled back in my initial entry, is now pushed forward as I move back an inch. I rock my dick back and forth in her tight ass, relishing the friction. Kennedy's reaction is less enthusiastic. Her earlier silence is now replaced by grunts and moans and the occasional expletive as I work my dick into her. I can see in her mind she is still managing to resist begging me to stop, in the (correct) assumption that I would enjoy hearing it. Dolores is quiet too; the sounds of Kennedy's ordeal is finally enough to shut her up. I order Chris, kneeling on the couch next to Kennedy, to run one hand over Kennedy's back and one over my own.
I feel my hips touch Kennedy's fingertips, and order her to remove her hands. As she does so her flesh closes around my dick and I push forwards the last half an inch until I am fully embedded in Kennedy's taught ass. Looking down I see her back has a thin sheen of sweat, her muscles tense as her upper body lies still on the couch. Chris' hand makes a pleasant contrast, her pale fingers running up and down Kennedy's darker tones. A little jerk of my hips causes Kennedy’s body to move forward and a groan to emit from her lips as my dick probes even deeper inside her. I want to start properly pounding this girl's ass, but I know that if I do I will climax very quickly, and I want to save some for the hot goth next to us. So instead I move my hips around, intermittently pushing forwards, and listen to Kennedy's sharp "ah!" and "uh!" sounds as my dick probes and pokes inside her ass. After a while the urge to do more becomes almost too much, and I have to withdraw from the dark-skinned teen's tightest hole. Okay, I couldn't resist pushing back into her when I was about two-thirds out, one time for the sensation. Kennedy lets out a "aAAh Jesus!" but by the time she is finished I am already out of her asshole.
"Hey Chris, want to know how Kennedy's ass tastes?"
Chris is emphatically negative, but only in her mind as she is not permitted to talk. Instead she bends between Kennedy and me, and places her mouth on my dick. Her lips sink down my shaft and I am pleased not to feel her teeth this time. The girl is learning.
I have the brunette suck me for only half a minute or so, mostly to cool down a bit before moving on to Dolores.
"Ah, nice work babe. But you should taste it from the source."
Chris moves her mouth off me, and as I shuffle over to be behind Dolores Chris hops off the couch and takes my place, facing Kennedy's ass. Chris' hands take hold of Kennedy's ass and spreads it. She bends down and sticks her tongue inside Kennedy's freshly-abused asshole. Kennedy finally manages to put a sentence together.
"Ah! Come on dude, don't have Chris do that. That's gross man, I - ah!"
I assume Kennedy's last exclamation is related to my ordering Chris to move down to Kennedy's pussy, but to be honest I am no longer paying attention. Instead I am busy coating my dick in lube, before placing it between Dolores' ass cheeks.
"Hey, D, ready for some D in your A?"
"..."
"D? Hey, you in there?"
"..."
At first I think she is giving me the silent treatment, but a quick delve into Dolores' mind finds a different situation. My last conversation with her, followed by watching her friend's anal violation, has finally broken her resolve. Dolores mental state is teetering on the edge between rage and despair. I consider for a moment which I prefer, but in the end the answer is obvious. I tweak her emotional state and watch the cracks in her resistance heal over, red and angry and full of hate for me. Perfect.
"I said, are you ready to get your ass fucked, Dolores?"
"FUCK YOU! I FUCKING HATE YOU, FUCKING DIE AND ROT AND-"
There is more of this, Dolores screaming abuse at me at the top of her voice. Rather than respond verbally, I place the head of my dick at the petite girl's exposed anus and push hard. The head of my dick bursts through, parting her asshole and sinking deep into Dolores. As I feel the warmth of her ass around my shaft Dolores’ tirade changes in content if not in volume.
"FU- AAH! AH! JESUS, YOU FUCK, GET IT OUT! AH! OH GOD FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK Y-AAHCHRIST!"
I get a firm grip on Dolores' hips and thrust forward, my dick spearing her ass as she screams and promises to kill me. Having paced myself with Kennedy, I mercilessly pummel Dolores’ tight little asshole. Her pale skin around my fingers turns red as I tighten my hold on her and give this fiery goth girl the roughest, fastest assfucking I can manage.
"OH! FUU-HNNG! NO! GET OUT OF ME! YOU'RE DEAD, YOU - AH! AH! IT HURTS SO- AH!"
My plan was to cum on Dolores' face again (since she did not remember the first time). But I realize now there is no way I can stop fucking her ass before I climax, so I let loose. I push as deep into Dolores as I can, and groan loudly as my balls pump cum down my shaft and straight into the screaming girl's ass. My orgasm is so strong I have no room in my mind for anything other than the sensation of filling this hot tight teenager with my cum. Just as well my powers don't need me to maintain focus, or Dolores would have been able to break free of my mental hold. But in fact all she can do is lie there, kneeling naked on the couch as a stranger's dick twitches and jerks inside her abused asshole. Her humiliation witnessed by her equally naked and violated friends gathered around her.
I stroke in and out of Dolores' ass a few times more, relishing the feel of her flesh pressing around my sensitive post-orgasm dick. Then I pull out with a satisfied sigh, and step back to admire my work. Dolores asshole is red from the abuse, still open. There's no cum leakage - I was too deep inside her for that. I consider having one of the other girls go hunting for my cum with her tongue, but decide to leave that for another time. Dolores is almost passed out, she wouldn't notice anyway.
This last session left me quite sweaty and sticky. Time for a refreshing shower. Chris watches as, one by one, her friends lie on the floor and sleep. She expects the same treatment, so it surprised when instead she gets up and follows me as I head for the changing room.
The changing room is small, barely enough room for two people. The shower room is a little larger, set out in basic white tiles with two showers (no partitions) and a sink at the end. There is a mirror above the sink and a shelf with a selection of shower gel bottles, toothbrushes, combs and various other items. I pick a shower gel bottle at random and hand it to Chris. I turn on the shower, fiddling with the controls until I get the right temperature, and then step in. Chris steps behind me, I hear the cap of the bottle flip open, and soon Chris' hands are on my back, spreading shower gel. I send some more specific instructions to Chris' mind, and she starts applying pressure in the right places, giving me a massage as she cleans me. I let the water run over my body, sluicing away the sweat and some of the tiredness. Chris works her hands over my body, first from behind and then moving in front of me. I admire the slim brunette as she attends to me. She knows I am looking at her and blushes, avoiding my gaze, but that only makes her more attractive. I am about to order her to kiss me when I remember where her mouth was last. Perhaps not yet. Instead I let her finish soaping and rinsing my body. At one point is she crouching in front of me cleaning my legs, crotch and penis, but I resist the temptation for another blowjob. I wash my hair myself while Chris brushes her teeth and rinses out her mouth at the sink.
I feel clean and refreshed, but do not shut off the shower. Instead I mentally order Chris to join me. The warm water splashes over her body as she presses herself against me and our lips meet. My hands first go around her narrow waist, then separate. One travels to her upper back, pushing her even closer to me, while the other goes southwards, feeling the slippery curve of her taught ass. Chris' own arms go around me and her hands to the back of my head and shoulders. On my mental orders she lifts one leg and wraps it around my waist. We kiss passionately, her tongue exploring inexpertly but energetically inside my mouth. I feel her nipples brush against my chest - I had ordered her body to warm up, and her nipples have hardened in response. As I slide my hand over Chris' ass I feel the warmth radiating from her pussy, another sign of my mental manipulation. My own body responds as you would expect, and soon my dick is rising to meet Chris' pussy, rubbing against her legs and she grinds her hips against me. As long as she keeps tight against me the angle prevents penetration. I can only grip her ass and move my own hips, sliding my dick between her legs, the feeling of smooth skin interrupted by drops of water or her sparse pubic hair.
Needless to say there's only so much of this temptation I can take. I mentally order her to stop kissing me. As she pulls her head back I release her speaking ability at the same time I move my hand to my dick, putting enough space between our hips for me to position it.
"Ready, babe?"
"...ready? For wh-ah!"
The warm shower reduces the sensation of change as my dick enters Chris' pussy, but as I slide into her I feel her pussy surround my shaft. Chris feels it as well - I watch her eyes widen as she experiences penetration for the first time. She falls silent save for a sharp intake of breath. Her mind is blank, completely focused on the feelings coming from between her legs.
Our hips move back together as I sink deeper inside Chris. Her pussy grips me tightly but nonetheless allows smooth entry. Maybe it’s the natural lubricant, maybe it's the position. Or maybe Chris' pussy is just naturally a good fit for my dick; ironic considering her disinterest in men. Whatever the reason, our bodies are once more pressed against each other. On my mental orders Chris resumes grinding her hips against mine. Except this time every motion massages my dick inside the brunette teen. It is an intensely pleasurable sensation for me and one that finally brings Chris back to her surroundings.
"Oh! Oh man, are you- ah! Ooh no, you said you- ngh!"
"Babe, if I'd known your pussy would feel this good I would have done this a lot earlier."
"Hnn, ah you gotta be kidding- ah!"
Chris' face is flushed, her eyes half closed. Her hair is soaking wet, strands plastered over her face. It's a very alluring look, and spurs me to resume our kissing. Chris' words become muffled as her lips return to mine, and our bodies connect now in two ways.
We stay this way for as long as comfortable, but in truth this is not a position which either of us can maintain for long. So with reluctance I disentangle myself from Chris, and turn off the shower. As she turns to reach for a towel I am tempted to bend her over and fuck her. I tell myself to wait, but when Chris fumbles, drops the towel and bends over to pick it up I grab her waist by instinct. Chris cannot speak, but I hear her sharp intake of breath as she feels me slam into her, thrusting deep inside her exposed pussy. The impact of my hips as I embed myself in her unbalances her. She drops the towel again and flails her arms towards the sink. Chris manages to catch the rim with one hand and brace herself before she falls flat on the bathroom floor.
I fuck her roughly for a minute or so, for no reason other than I can, while she grips the sink and wails inside her mind. Then I stop as suddenly as I had started, withdraw and casually pad over to the towel rack. Chris is frozen in place for a few seconds before receiving mental orders to follow me.
Chris and I towel off in the changing room. Chris brushes the tangles out of her long brown hair, ties it back in a ponytail and puts her baseball cap back on. Every time her head is facing me I feel her eyes on me, alert for any more surprises. But instead we dry off and return to the room where her friends are arranged around the couch, deep in dreamless sleep.
I sit in the middle of the couch, legs together. Chris stands before me and has a moment to glance in fear at my erect dick pointing to the ceiling before she turns to face away from me. As she lowers herself onto my lap her legs part and I feel the warmth of her pussy surround my dick once again. I order her to spread her legs as wide as she can and place her hand on her thighs before starting to bounce her tight teen body in my lap. I wake the girls (Irene included) and raise them to their knees facing the couch. They all get a full view of Chris' pussy stretched around my dick. I release everyone's speaking ability. Chris' manages only intermittent "Uh! Uh! Ah!" noises. Kennedy and Irene are more able to vocalize their dismay.
"Aw, man, you promised not to touch her."
"Leave her alone you asshole, I said you could have me instead! That wasn't the deal!"
Dolores only looks sullen, having had her memory of the deal wiped. Maggie's mouth forms a silent "no" but no words escape as she stares at the scene.
I tear my attention away from the pleasurable sensations Chris' perfectly formed pussy is giving me, and address the two who had spoken up.
"Irene, nice to have you back with us. You did manage to tire me out but what do you know, I found my second wind. As for you, Kennedy, why don't you fetch me that thing beside the couch."
Kennedy rises and looks in puzzlement at the computer tablet she picks up and hands to me. I lean back a little to get enough space between me and Chris' bouncing body, fiddle with the tablet a little and then turn it to the girls.
The girls look at the tablet in puzzlement as the live sounds of sex are joined by recorded sounds of the same. The first scene shows Chris, naked and lying on her back. She is being filmed from behind my shoulder as her head and shoulders jolt up and down in time with my thrusts. Her skin is flushed, her hair in disarray and her mouth a tight line. The camera pans down and around, until it focuses on my dick pumping in and out of her exposed pussy.
"....what?", Kennedy exclaims.
I reach around and press a button, and another scene plays out. Now the camera starts from a couple of feet away to get the whole scene of Chris, on all fours before the couch. Her face hidden between Irene's legs, I am partly visible behind her, fucking her pussy from behind. The camera moves closer in time to see my dick leave Chris' pussy and angle upward. Just before my dick enters her asshole Irene pulls Chris's head up from her pussy. We see the brunette open her mouth to scream as she feels me enter her tight ass. Irene tugs her head back down and Chris' cries are muffled but no less adamant as I violate her ass.
Upon seeing herself abusing her innocent employee, Irene pipes up.
"I.. I don't remember this. What is this?"
With another press the button we hear Chris moaning and begging. I reply
"You don't remember because I made you forget. We've had so much fun with Chris here."
Another press, another different set of sounds.
"You see, the girls here made their own deal. In exchange for behaving themselves I promised not to fuck Chris. Which, well...."
Click. Scream.
"I may not have honored that promise."
"You..."
"In fact, I definitely didn't."
"You fucking monster."
"Oh Kennedy, of course I am. I do whatever amuses me. And what amused me tonight was having you choose Chris to remain pristine. And then fucking her more than all the rest of you put together before wiping your memories each time."
"Jesus, man."
"I only planned to fuck her once or twice."
Click. Groan.
"But it turns out, Chris has the best pussy I've had for a while."
Click. Moan.
"To say nothing of her ass."
Click. Wail.
Maggie's expression has hardly changed, but I can tell from her mind that this latest revelation has wounded her deeply. Her and Kennedy both look at the tablet, then at the live action, and feel anger mixed with guilt.
"Oh yes, her ass is so much fun. Let's show your friends, babe."
I shut off the tablet as Chris raises herself up. Moving her arms behind her she grasps her ass and parts it, giving me a clear view of her asshole as I line my dick up with my hand. As she lowers herself down again slowly, Chris finally says something.
"Oh god no, please don't."
"Heh, you say that every time babe."
"Nonono..aaargh! No!"
"Oh but yes."
I watch the tip of my dick enter Chris' asshole, feeling pressure build as her body tries to fit itself around me. I wasn't lying about her ass. This girl is tight, but not uncomfortably so; warm, but not too hot; smooth, but with just enough friction. As the brunette sinks into my lap I marvel at the perfect balance of sensations. Her panicked pleading accentuates the physical sensations. The protests of the girls around us as they watch their friend being anally violated in front of them (again) add to the experience.
Usually entering a girl without lubrication would need patient rocking back and forth before eventually achieving full penetration. But Chris' asshole seems almost custom-made for my dick; in no time at all I feel her body resting in my lap. Chris' cries have become pants, as her body once more accepts me inside her. An involuntary spasm of her body causes her anal walls to ripple against my shaft. This prompts an involuntary groan from me coupled with a sharp upward movement of my hips. As so begins Chris' assfucking, our bodies moving almost by their own will, pain radiating from Chris' mind in chorus to the pleasure in my own.
It's not enough though, not this time. There is one final thing I want from Chris, and from her friends.
Maggie's body obeys my mental commands and rises, Her insistent cries of "no!" and "stop!" and "You're hurting her!" change as she walks toward the sports bag.
"What- where am I going? What's in here, I don- oh."
The other girls are facing the action on the couch, so they can't see what Maggie picks out of the bag (Chris could, if her eyes weren't screwed tight shut). I move my head to one side to see past Chris' body and watch Maggie from behind as she bends and parts her knees. Her hands manipulate something, and I hear an "Oooh!" from the blonde before she stands straight again. Her hands bring a black strip of fabric around her waist, which secures by a clasp on one side.
Maggie turns and walks back towards us. Bobbing in front of her is what is best described as a monster dildo. In fact, 'dildo' does not to this object justice - it's a work of molded silicone art. A foot long if it's an inch, the dark purple penis isn't only ridged or studded. It's scaly. The end flares out before tapering down to a blunt curved point.
Maggie winces as she walks - what is not visible is the other end of the dildo, which is another, smaller but no less impressive dildo. That end curves upward and anchors the whole contraption deep inside Maggie's pussy.
I give Chris a little mental jolt, enough to make her open her eyes.
"Take a look at Maggie, Chris. You won't want to miss this."
"What, I... whoa, what is that?"
"'That' is how you and your friend are going to take your relationship to the next level."
"No, I- uh! - no way is that going inside - uh! - me!"
"Spread your legs and lean back, babe."
"Jesus, dude, don't do that, why would you do that?"
"Quiet Kennedy, you'll get your turn."
Chris opens her legs, and I part mine as well to allow Maggie to stand between them. Chris leans back onto my chest, and I move my arms around her body as Maggie awkwardly leans forward. She places one hand on the couch to support herself while the other goes around the shaft of the dragon dildo. Her dainty hand only emphasizes the size of the dick. My hands cup Chris' breasts. Her chest is rising and falling rapidly as her she breathes fast, panicked breaths while watching the dildo approach her pussy.
"Oh God Oh God Oh God Oh-oh. Oh. OH! GOD! AAH!"
The narrow curved tip of the dildo penetrates quite easily. But the shaft widens as it slides into the quivering brunette, stretching her poor abused pussy much more than my earlier penetration. Maggie is merciless, leaning her whole weight into the task of getting the huge flared head of the dildo into Chris. Chris gives a high pitched cry, almost a squeak, as the rim of the head passes into her, and the sides of her pussy close around the shaft.
All the while, Chris' asshole has been gripping my dick tighter and tighter, to a degree which would at other times be painful for me. But watching the brunette being so thoroughly violated by her cute blonde crush is distracting enough that I do not notice. In fact, as the shaft begins to sink into Chris I feel the dildo myself, pushing against the walls between Chris' pussy and asshole.
Chris' protests have stopped; she is focusing on breathing, almost hyperventilating. The other girls are also silent, sitting helplessly watching the scene before them. Maggie's mind is elsewhere, or at least trying to be. I decide to help bring her back to the present.
"Nice work Maggie, I'd say it's about halfway in already!"
"..."
"Oh don't pretend you aren't enjoying this. Hurting Chris is fun for you, isn't it."
"What? No. No of course it isn't."
"Hey Chris."
"..."
"Chris."
"..."
"Chris!"
"Ah! Jesus dude, that hurt!"
"Considering you have dicks in your ass and pussy I'm surprised you even felt that, but whatever. Anyway, I'd say this is a good time for you to know how Maggie really feels about you."
"What? Christ, dude, now?"
"Yes, now. The truth is... Maggie likes you. As in, likes you."
"... what? Ah!"
"Oh yes, she's got the hots for you. What she likes most is torturing you by pretending she doesn't know you have the hots for her."
"Don't.. don't listen to him, Chris."
"I... You're lying."
"Why would I lie, now? I've got everything I want from you. And now you two are honest with each other, let's kick this up a gear and you can really get intimate."
"Ah. No! Jesus, dude, it won't... AH!"
On my command Maggie puts both hands on the couch, on either side of Chris and me, and starts pumping her hips. The dildo inside Chris starts pumping in response, which also moves the one inside Maggie. Both girls cry out as their pussies are pounded simultaneously. The movement of Chris' body does wonderful things to my own dick, pushed as deep into Chris' asshole as possible by the weight pressing down on it. It would be easy to let loose and cum hard inside Chris' ass, but I hold off. Instead I take the unusual step of reaching into my own mind and dialing down my arousal levels. Altering my own mind is about as easy as touching my elbow with the fingers of the same arm, but I feel myself move back from the brink. My attention expands beyond the sensations of my crotch and the wailing of Chris, and I realize I have three girls just sitting around. That won't do.
Kennedy is surprised to feel herself stand and walk over to the changing rooms. While she does so, Dolores is rather less surprised to be heading towards the couch. She kneels next to the writhing threesome of the abused brunette, her would-be lover and myself. Dolores leans over to insert her head and one arm between Chris and Maggie's chests. Chris' moans get some extra pep as she feels Dolores teeth and fingers close on her nipples. Dolores doesn't need to twist or pull, the motion of Chris' body does that job. Meanwhile my hand slips under the pale skinned girl and finds her pussy. I grip it hard whenever a particularly intense wave of pleasure comes up.
Unnoticed by everyone but me, Kennedy has returned from the changing room with two soaking wet towels. She hands one to Irene, the last girl without a task, and they both take up station in front of the couch. Maggie's round ass presents a clear target, and I watch the unsuspecting blonde's face as the first towel comes cracking down on her soft flesh. Maggie screams and jolts away from the pain, burying the dildo even deeper into Chris. Chris screams even louder; her body jerks back and presses down hard on my dick. I react with a moan of my own, coupled with my hand clutching Dolores' pussy, who bites down hard on Chris' nipple in response, who has already maxed out her screaming volume but tries to scream harder anyway... you get the idea. It's a glorious chain reaction of pleasure (mine) and pain (everyone else's). Already the second towel is whipping through the air towards Maggie's reddening ass.
I have to dial down my own pleasure once more in the next ten minutes. Chris soon screams herself hoarse, but with a few mental prompts does not pass out. If Maggie has managed to bury the dildo fully inside her friend I cannot see from this position. I can feel it press against the walls between Chris' pussy and ass, though. Especially when Maggie tries to escape the irregular cracks of the towels directed towards her tender backside. A few minutes more and I feel it's time. I raise my head and speak into Chris' ear.
"Time for me to fill your ass with cum, babe. You ready to really get fucked?"
Chris doesn't answer; to be honest I'm not sure she is capable of comprehending anything at this point. I shrug and move my hands to hold her hips (Dolores lets out a little whimper of relief as my probing fingers exit her pussy). Maggie has started to flag at this point, so I issue new instructions to the girls behind her. Kennedy and Irene now coordinate their efforts, and the tips of each towel strike Maggie's red ass at the same time. That, coupled with a mental jolt to her nervous system cause Maggie to wail in despair. She drives the dildo ferociously into Chris' pussy, just as I start hammering her asshole from underneath. Irene and Kennedy pick up the pace, and soon Chris is being pounded in both holes harder than ever before. Somehow the brunette finds the energy to scream at this renewed onslaught.
"AAAH! UH! FUUUCK! Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah-AHGG!"
I hear one of the other girls repeating "Oh God Oh God Oh God" but I can't spare the attention to see which. All my focus is now on fucking Chris, hammering my dick inside her ass as hard and deep as I can. I hold tight onto her hips to keep her in place as the blond teen above her slams the giant dragon dildo inside Chris' pussy. It's a frenetic ending to the session. I almost don't notice my own climax until it is crashing over me. My dick pumps hot cum deep inside the brunette teen's perfect little ass. My body freezes, unable to move for maybe half a minute while a wave of intense pleasure washes over it. I feel Chris go limp in my arms - even under my control every body has its limits and it seems Chris just met hers. I compose my thoughts sufficiently to order the other girls to stop. A few breaths more and I have regained enough awareness to order Maggie off Chris, giving me the space to push the brunette's body off me.
For the next few minutes everyone (myself included) takes some time to get our breath back. Kennedy and Irene's arms ache from whipping the towels, but that is nothing to the pain of their target. Maggie is currently lying on her back on the floor, legs parted wide with the double-ended dildo still buried in her pussy. As for Chris, lying on her side on the couch next to me... I reach into her mind and dial down her pain receptors before she regains consciousness, enough that she does not immediately pass out again. Poor girl is going to be sore for days, even though she won't know why.
All these girls' minds register nothing but defeat and varying degrees of resignation. But a delve into Dolores' mind reveals a strong spark of resistance, fighting against all experience. This girl really is something.
My thoughts are interrupted by a loud beeping sound coming from my bag. I had set my wristwatch to beep a couple of hours before the store is meant to open, and now I am glad I did. Being underground I had no idea how much time had passed.
I consider my situation for a moment. I had fucked every girl here, in every hole, but Dolores represented a challenge to me that I didn't want to leave just yet. I picked out details of the goth girl's life from her mind, and discovered that she lived alone in rented accommodation. Perfect.
Dolores does not have a car, but Irene does. I mentally order the two girls to get dressed. On a whim I order Kennedy to dress also. As she gathers her clothes Kennedy asks me.
"Are we done? Is that it?"
I shrug.
"Maggie and Chris are done. You and Irene and Dolores are going to put in some extra time. Especially Dolores."
I smile at Dolores as I sense her mind recoiling, which means I miss the sudden switch in Kennedy's temperament. I certainly hear it though, as her voice quickly rises to a shout.
"What? Fuck no! You said we'd be done with one night, you fucking asshole. And now what, we're going to your creepy fucking sex dungeon or something? Fuck you!"
If her tone wasn't already making it clear, a glance into her mind shows her incandescent with rage. It seems she had been holding it back all night so as not to provoke me, but the prospect of being my plaything for an indefinite time has opened the floodgates. She doesn't stop dressing of course; I had ordered her to dress and so she dresses, hurling invective at me all the while. The other girls are too stunned by Kennedy's outburst to say anything.
I walk calmly towards her, as she finished dressing and stands up. I stop inches from her and look into her eyes. Her face is contorted with defiant fury as she screams at me.
"You fucking PROMISED, you lying, disgusting piece of-mmph!"
I silence her by moving my lips onto hers, and (with a small mental order) she starts kissing back. The kiss (at least for my part) is deep and passionate, but brief. After a few seconds I tilt my head back and exclaim.
"God, Dolores, you are so hot when you're angry."
"I-!"
Dolores is ordered to silence. Another order and the clothes she had put on only a moment ago are coming off. I kiss her skin as it is exposed, running my lips over her shoulders and down to her breasts. I don't wait for her to take her panties off; as soon as she drops her coveralls I pull her panties aside at the front and slip my fingers inside her pussy. I had ordered her pussy to warm up only a few seconds ago so it is only starting to get wet, but with a little force my fingers sink deep inside Dolores. The teen's breath catches as I begin probing her vagina with first two, then three fingers. Suddenly I bend my knees and start moving backwards, heading for the floor in a sort of controlled fall, my other hand behind me to stop my head banging into the ground. Kennedy is pulled along with me by my fingers hooked inside her and she thumps heavily on top of me.
Kennedy's dreadlocks fall around my head. On my command her arms wrap around me, her legs open and her mouth seeks mine. Our lips meet again as her athletic body presses on mine. We make out passionately, and I feel her hate for me burn even fiercer as her tongue dances in my mouth.
I have one arm between us, my hand between her legs, but this quickly gets uncomfortable. It doesn't matter though as my dick is more than willing to take over. Kennedy moves her knees up and raises her hips enough to allow my rock hard dick to be in the correct position. It takes a little fiddling to keep Kennedy's panties out of the way long enough, but soon the tip of my dick is inside and I can move my arm to the side. Kennedy's hips sink down and my dick is enveloped in her hot tight pussy. I have her move her hips, circling my dick around inside her, before ordering her to rise. I stay lying on the ground and watch Kennedy as she straddles my hips, her panties pulled to the side as my dick is embedded deep inside her. As she starts to move up and down I watch her supple body, breasts bouncing a little with every stroke. Kennedy runs her hands through her dreadlocks to clear them from her face as she rides me. I let her speak again, though I prevent her from raising her voice to a shout.
"Fuck you fuck you fu-uh fuck you fuck y-"
"You already are babe!"
"FUCK you you fuc-ah! Fuck!"
Kennedy's words become more jumbled as I order her to pick up the pace. She raises herself up and slams down, again and again, her legs straining to keep up the pace. Her ass makes a slapping sound every time it hits my hips. I would take a hold of it if I wasn't too busy just keeping in place as Kennedy pushes her body onto mine. Instead I just enjoy the sensations generated by Kennedy's energetic fucking, the passion of her body matched only by the loathing of her mind. For a mind reader the contrast is delightful, believe me.
I did not expect to last long under an assault like this, and so it does not surprise me when I feel my balls tighten after only a few minutes. Kennedy is visibly flagging so I say some words of encouragement.
"I'm going to cum Kennedy, keep going!"
"Fuck y-what? No, don't, I-"
I let out a loud moan as my dick spurts cum deep inside the panicking girl. For a moment I'm too focused on the pleasure of orgasm to consider the reason for her sudden change of mood, but it's obvious really. Until now I had not come inside her pussy (or anyone else's). I mentally order her to stop moving as my dick twitches and unloads the last of my cum.
"Oh god, you... you came in me? Jesus, fuck, I...fuck!"
I could set her mind at ease by telling her I am sterile (a side effect of whatever genetic twist gave me mental powers apparently). But watching Kennedy's mind roiling with fear and hate is a little entertainment while I cool down, so I settle back and watch her emotions play. I'll wipe her memory before I'm done with her anyway.
An hour later and I am sitting in the front passenger seat of Irene's car as she drives through the quiet early morning streets. Dolores and Kennedy sit silent in the back. I pass the time sending text messages on the Irene's cellphone. A message to Irene's girlfriend, giving excuses for not coming home last night. Another to Maggie's cell, telling her that Irene, Dolores and Kennedy have each contracted some nasty flu. Could she and Chris please open up the shop today?
We had left the brunette and the blonde naked in each other's arms, asleep on the (rather damp) couch. I had blanked their memories of the whole evening. In an hour or so they will wake up, aching and smelling of sweat and sex. Should make for an interesting discussion.
Dolores' apartment is cramped, little more than a bedroom with a tiny kitchen and tinier bathroom. Dolores' tastes in clothing have extended into the decor; the predominant colors are black and purple. The apartment is efficiently organized. Somehow she has managed to fit a double bed in the space (purple bedsheets and pillows with skulls and broken hearts on them, of course). I stretch out on the bed, feeling refreshed after taking a few hours sleep. Dolores is fast asleep beside me. Idly I run my hand over her naked body, enjoying the contours of her toned flesh while she breathes steadily. With a small mental command she starts to awaken. I watch her face as her eyes flutter open, looking up at the familiar sight of her bedroom ceiling.
A few moments later she notices the touch of my hand as my fingers brush across her nipple. She looks down at the hand, then her gaze follows my arm to see me next to her. Her mind registers surprise, but not as much as it would have if I hadn't wiped all memory of our recent adventures from her mind before she woke. Instead Dolores is surprised only to find a naked man lying next to her, watching her wake. I speak softly to her.
"Morning, babe."
"... hi."
Dolores' mind is racing to wakefulness, searching her memory to work out who I am and why I am in bed with her. I reach into her mind and quell her fear a little, and as I lean over to kiss her I sense her mental shrug and she goes with the flow for now. Dolores turn her head towards me, parts her lips and soon we are making out. All this time my hand had not left her breast, and as our tongues connect I feel her nipple harden under my fingertips. I can tell she won't let this go much further without getting an explanation. I resist moving my hand down to between her legs and instead pull away from our kiss.
"That was quite a workout you gave me, Dee. I ache in places I didn't know I had."
"Heh, well, I'm full of surprises. I guess. Um, I'd better shower, y'know, work and... yeah."
"Aw, no time for another round?"
"Maybe, um, later? Sorry, can't be late, the boss is strict about that and-"
Irene continues making excuses as she rises and makes a hasty retreat to the bathroom. Before she opens the door to the bathroom, it is opened from the other side. Dolores has time to go "eep!" before Kennedy and Irene pounce on her from their hiding place in the bathroom. They grab her arms and lift her off her feet; I get out of the bed to make way as Dolores is thrown backwards onto the bed.
"Oh, but I insist."
"What the fu-ah!"
Dolores' shock at seeing her boss and her friend naked and in her apartment stuns her. She offers little resistance to being maneuvered into position. Dolores is lifted out of the bed by Kennedy, letting Irene lie on her back across the bed, her feet resting on the ground. The flared scaly end of the double-ended dildo rises proudly into the air, glistening with lube, the other end buried deep in Irene's pussy. Dolores doesn't seem to see it, not even when she is thrown once again onto the bed, this time landing on her back on top of Irene. Dolores' legs part reflexively and Irene and Kennedy lift Dolores' ass into position.
"Ooof! Irene what hell is g- what's- ah! Fu-! AAH!"
With Kennedy pushing down on Dolores' hips and Irene thrusting up, the head of the dildo starts parting the petite goth girl's ass, forcing open her asshole. Dolores struggles, but a targeted mental tweak prevents her from bucking enough to dislodge the dildo. Instead the plastic monster cock penetrates her asshole enough to allow the full flared head inside, anchoring it inside her. Irene's hands replaces Kennedy's on Dolores' hips, holding her steady and pressing more of the dildo into her tight teen ass.
I watch this standing on the other side of the bed, my hard dick inches away from both Irene's and Dolores' heads. Dolores throws back her head. I take the opportunity, step forwards, and thrust my dick into her open mouth before her scream can alert any neighbors. Instead of shaking the walls, Dolores' cry vibrates my dick in a most pleasurable way. The vibrations become more intense as the head of my dick passes straight into her throat.
Kennedy stands watching me with a look of abject horror as I invade Dolores' throat. The large dildo works its way deeper into Dolores' ass with her every jerking movement. Kennedy's mood is worsened when she finds herself obeying my silent mental commands to fetch one of Dolores' wide leather belts. I reach down, hold Dolores' head somewhat steady, and withdraw my dick. Dolores tries to speak between deep gasping breaths as Kennedy wraps the buckle end around one hand and raises the other end up.
"*guahh**hahh*fuck th*hahh*that hurts please sto-*huuh*p god take it ou-"
I nod to Kennedy, who with every ounce of will tries to stop herself but fails. The belt comes down and strikes Dolores' exposed pussy just as my dick plunges back between her open lips.
"AAA-ggh"
Dolores' howl opens her throat wide, and I look down to see it bulge as my dick buries itself completely inside the abused girl in one thrust. I pump my hips as Kennedy lines up for another strike, Irene holding Dolores' thighs apart to give Kennedy a clear target. As the belt flashes downward I have just enough conscious thought to wonder what Irene's girlfriend looks like. It might be fun to invite her around as well. At this rate I might not be done with these girls for days...
END
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