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The woman at the door was carrying a baby carrier. She also bore a large bag, easily identified as a diaper bag. This woman evidently was using disposable diapers. Bob refrained from his environmentalist reaction to the disposables. The child, sound asleep, bore the same striking resemblance of all babies to cherubs. Finally unencumbered, Patty was able to stand straight and Bob took in the assets she displayed. Her dark hair was cut short, to her ears. Bob reflected this was wise considering the disgusting things long hair could get into around babies. She was without makeup, but still had an unblemished face, with round soft lips. Her shoulders were wide, but the breasts were showing themselves larger than he'd expect with her frame, probably hadn't nursed the baby recently. Her hips were a little padded, but her waist was slender and flat. "Patty, this is, um, Bob. He's visiting for a few minutes." He reached out and took some control over Patty. Then he, dramatically for the impression Mary would get, walked to her and held her eyes locked onto his for a moment. "Hey, what are you doing?" Mary said. "You want to suck milk from her tits?" "Well, yeah, but I don't want you to hurt her either." Bob shrugged and smiled at Mary. "Patty," he gave verbal instructions, "Mary is more than your friend. She is your second baby. You need to nurse your second baby. She's been crying and you know she's hungry." Patty smiled at Mary, took her by the hand. She led the other woman to her couch. Sitting down so Mary could lay her head on her lap, she lifted the t-shirt she wore and opened a flap on her nursing bra. A moment later she lifted Mary's head and lips to her nipple and cradled her head in her arm. "There, there, sweetheart. Its all right. Mommy loves you, time for a bit of nursing." Her face peered down adoringly at Mary, one hand stroking the gentle features of Mary's face. Mary was sucking, having forgotten Bob entirely for the moment. He could see her cheeks pull in with the suction, as at the same time she began to wiggle at the hips. Mary's hand slid down to her crotch and began rubbing through the fabric of her jeans. "Unbutton them." he said. Remembering he was there, she glared, but obeyed. Patty's free hand moved to the supine woman's open pants. The fingers worked their way under the panties. Seconds later the hand was making humping motions in Mary's croher first baby was doing well. "unnhh," Mary was starting to fade into deep excitement. Her suckling theft of milk was only part of her activities. Her hips were beginning to roll and gyrate under the administration of Patty's fingers. Bob, excited a little himself, could see the dripping nipple from time to time. He realized the nursing woman was starting to soak through her t-shirt at the other breast. Kneeling over Mary's chest he lifted the t-shirt to expose the other breast, harnessed in a bra cup with a snap clasp front. He opened this, unwrapping the last vestige of protection for the wet nipple. Patty's breast was extremely firm from the engorgement of milk, this tit was full. Watching the nipple he could see the milk spraying, in several directions at once. The suckling at the other nipple got this one started as well. Placing his lips around the puffy nipple he found it was spurting milk in tiny thin streams of fluid. The milk was sweet, he found, very sweet, and very thin. It was almost like skim milk someone had added a bit of sugar to. He sucked until he got a mouthful of the thin sugary liquid, then swallowed. He swallowed as much as he could get. He was becoming very horny, but he was unwilling to stop nursing while a drop remained. He knew she'd produce more for the baby. The breast slowly began to sag as he emptied the precious nectar from her. His thirst for the rare ambrosia was unquenchable, he felt frustrated at the slow rate the milk flowed from the woman's breast. Meantime, Mary reached a state where she could no longer suck. The moans were spectacular. "Oh god. What, oh, fuck, make me come baby. make me come." she was a step a way and Patty kept fingering her while Bob sucked the teat. "Oh! oh! oh! oh, YESSSSSSSS!" and Mary clenched with spasms from coming. She lay panting, beneath him, trying to recover from her orgasm. Patty, under Bob's direct control, caressed his hair as he enjoyed the stolen nourishment. It thrilled him to have Mary trapped beneath him while he fulfilled her fantasy for himself. He got up after another moment. Then he took off his pants. "What are you doing!?" Mary asked, it seemed she was not expecting him to actually join in. "You got off, I want to get off." He moved Patty to the floor, drawing her jeans off her legs. He pulled off her panties and spread her legs. "You're disgusting. Her baby is right there." "The child is asleep. You should talk about disgusting. You wanted to suckle at a new mother's breast. Well, I gave you your fantasy. I'm also enjoying her pussy." He plunged his prick into the mesmorized mother's cunt. He pumped his cock in a few times to work the moisture into flowing. Mary, intrigued by her friend's complacency at being fucked by a total stranger, knelt down beside the two of them. She seemed a little disturbed by something. "Um, I know it may be too late to offer," she began. "Yeah, what is it," he tickled the woman on the floor with his power to help excite her sexual interest. "You can fuck me instead." He laughed as he thrust again, this time receiving a resounding moan of pleasure from Patty. "I can do you too, if I want." He carried on the conversation without slowing the rate of his strokes. "You can do me too. No argument. You lived up to your promise. I, I, wow, she's fantastic to watch in sex. Are all women this neat to watch? Do I look like this when I...?" She stared at the writhing woman beneath Bob. "Oh, yeah. Fuck her good!" She got intensely fascinated by the present view. Her chin wobbled and lurched right along with the other woman's motions, her lips forming similar expressions. "Uhnnn, yeah, even you. unnn, you really have, ohhh yeah, developed a streak, oh shit yeah, of lesbianism." grunt. "fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, don't, oh don't" ms groin. With a burst of humping, he loosed his seed within the woman pinned below. He pushed the cock into her a few more times, allowing the surge to ride along. Patty in due turn let out a screeching orgasm of her own. Mary, twisting her friend's nipples, milk dribbling between her fingers, could scarcely hold on. The thrusting hips were in motion still as Patty began to come down again, glowing from having been sexed. Bob stood and walked out to the kitchen. Coming back with a glass of water, he sat, still half dressed, on the couch. Mary was stroking her friend's breasts, her legs, her stomach. Patty didn't seem to notice at the moment. Bob took the mesmerization instructions away a little at a time, leaving a strong desire for secret liaison with Mary. "Patty will come to believe you two have been secret lovers for some time. It will be a secret, her husband won't know, she won't let him know. Not even by accident, because she'll forget whenever she's not with you or talking to you on the phone." He told Mary. "How did you do that?" she asked. He smiled, self satisfaction over his control of these women was rising. Power was itself arousing. "It doesn't matter. It's done." "What is your price for this, this, this, I don't know what to call it." she looked fearful, she hadn't been since before Patty had offered her tit to her. "What is it you want, really?" "Well, for now," he leered a bit, "tonight you will do everything to satisfy me, complete sexual slavery, without me having to use my talent on you." he paused, "I suppose in the future you'll allow me free use of you any time I want, of course, I can set you up with a few more playthings. I guess I want your total trust and loyalty in exchange for the gifts I'll be giving you. But it doesn't matter, since I can force it on you if you misbehave. I'd just rather you did it of your own free will." She bit her lower lip. She fondled Patty, and Patty, somewhat conscious, began to fondle Mary's breasts. Clumsily, she felt for Mary's nipples, smiling up with an intense expression of love and lust. She gulped. "Okay, I'd sell my soul for this," she muttered. "Can I, I mean, do you mind if I...?" "Oh, by all means let her take you for another ride, but I'm going to take you next." He sat back to watch. The two women began to neck. The frantic kisses were briefly interrupted by the baby, who chose that moment to wake up crying. Bob frowned, little brat, how dare it interfere. He stepped over to the small cradle like carrier. Unsnapping the little safety belt he picked the little creature up under its arms. He began carefully, as if playing with eggs, tucked its head onto his shoulder and began to pat the back. Hey, this was pretty cool, the little, eh... girl, was cooing in his ear. Well, let's see, he thought. Wet?, he tried to figure out whether the diaper was too far gone. The two nearly naked women were staring at him, Mary's jaw hanging loosely. "What's your problem," he snapped. "Never saw a guy snuggle a baby before?" "Well, yesss," she answered, "But Anna doesn't even let her father hold her." The kid started to burble. Bob was enjoying the tiny innocent he held. The little ball of flesh was actually grinning at him. It took a little time, but the fuzz topped bundle did fall back to sleep. Mary plunged herself back into Patty's eager embrace. This woman was determined to make the most of this particular opportunity. They necked for a time. Trading tiny little lip nibbles on each other's face and neck, they slowly aroused their urges until they began petting the exposed breasts and cunts. Ultimately they ground their cunts together, Mary on top, while totally wrapped up in their kissing. The moans and groans lasted some time before the two spasmotically unleashed their orgasms. Ma little experience at blowing guys, but she made up for the lack with enthusiasm. He told her verbally to cushion her teeth with her lips and tongue, and how to warn him if she was gagging. She spread her legs at his command once he got hard again, and did everything she could to excite him. She pleaded in his ear for his cock. She fingered his balls gently. She kissed him as passionately as she had kissed Patty. Her breasts pressed excitedly against his chest. She wasn't as responsive to his touch as she was to Patty's though, and this excited him too. The idea she would literally do anything for him, made her more his property in some ways than Fran was. This held more power than the talent alone delivered. Fran was totally remade for his use, a whole new person underneath. Mary had voluntarily given her body in payment. She probably would worship him publicly if he so much as suggested it. His cock entered the self acclaimed toy he now owned by purchase, rather than simple seizure. She was moist, having aroused herself, if by no other means, by the memory of Patty's dripping nipples. Bob held off on purpose. He waiting for her breath to pick up. He wanted to hear her pant. After a few minutes she started to writhe with lust. The passion she used throwing herself into the act with him raised fires within. Her hips rose and fell with each thrust of his cock. Her teeth clenched shut, pressuring herself, trying to bring herself off. Her body developed a glossy sheen from the sweat she devoted to the act. "Unnnngh," moaned from her throat, "aaah, please, oh god, please." Suddenly her eyes clenched tightly, like her teeth. A stuttering orgasm worked her muscles and breath. Bob let his orgasm loose, spurting a burst of cum into Mary. He drooped over to her side. She panted, but turned to him immediately. She planted lust filled kisses anywhere he didn't seem to be moving. Determined she would fill her part of their bargain, doing her best to convince him of her pleasure in doing so. Energetically, her movements became fluid and sensual, almost romantic in devotion. They screwed again before he left, satisfied she belonged to him as surely as Fran, Randi, and Betty. He gave her his phone number and address. She clenched tightly to the slip of paper as though a life-line, a tight hold on her deepest desires. ==== Friday, he went in to work and resigned. The talent would provide income if he had enough seed money. He took the money he had, a tidy, not overwhelming sum, and invested it. A few calls here and there, some light snooping into the minds behind the companies, and by next week the initial investment would double. All he'd have to do was pay taxes, and try real hard not to look too omniscient. He was pleased again, the plans he had would make him very comfortable, but not look as if he were just snapping up other people's property. This could work. He didn't want to get caught like Harry. He didn't know what Harry's ultimate fate was, but he'd avoid finding out first hand. ==== Janet came by Saturday. Ben was probably at work. When Bob answered the door, Janet stood there, simply smiling radiantly at him. "Hi." she said. "Oh hello." "Mind if I come in?" He waved her in. It was early afternoon, Betty would be home soon, and Randi shortly after. They'd gone shopping, and he'd arranged for Fran to come by with her maid uniform that night. He was going to have all three decked out as servants tonight. And play, of course. "What can I do for you." She slid her entire body against him, reaching up with her chin, planting a lusty open mouthed smooch on his lips. Instinctively his arms encircled the woman. He pulled her closer, if possible, and delved his tongue past hers. The woman began to writhe against him. He reacrt there, then by all means, feel free." she mumbled into his chest, going limp. He could sense her choose to submit to his passions. "I like using this part of you like a harness." he explained, turning her around to force her to the bedroom. "You'll find I'll put up with a lot, but I'm the one in charge. We do what I want, when I want." "I, uh, won't argue," she purred with the delight of someone getting their own way, by subterfuge. She obediently turned with his hand and finger. He fucked her butt with his finger all the way to the bedroom. She was sweating from the strain of trying to keep the stimulus hot the way she wanted. He simply grinned from her slight discomfort over his controlling the situation. To her shock, in the bedroom he simply ripped the panties off. Janet wasn't quite sure whether he did it for shock value, or for expediency. She didn't say anything, allowing him to control her movement as he wished. Bob had her stand at the foot of the bed, pushed her shoulders down against the mattress, and made her stick her ass in the air. He flipped the skirt she wore up onto her back, leaving a lovely bottom exposed to his view. Her heels helped raise her derriere to allow splendid exposure, although her balance was a touch off in this position. Her lower cunt lips were clearly visible, and the dark little pucker of her anus was showing well. He dropped his pants and rubbed his semi-hard penis against her butt. He slowly went to the bathroom to get the KY. She remained poised as he'd left her when he came back. Warming the KY in his hands, he rubbed it on his now stiff member. She'd obviously done this before, she reached back and pulled her cheeks apart, trying to get an opening of her sphincter for him. His cock in hand he pressed in the first inch. She barked out a complaint against the intrusion, but confessed it always hurt her during the initial entry. "Don't stop now, you'll fit just fine." He worked the hole open a little further with his fingers. She suppressed pain and sought the pleasure as her anus became interested in the invader. Then as he got another inch in, she moaned with the sensation, actively pressing her ass at his prick. He was in all the way. He could feel the bones of her hips against his hips. She was skinnier than he'd thought if those bones poked. Her clothing still on, the high heels helped raise her butt up against him. "Oh god!, I want you so bad!" she exclaimed. She tried to rock into him from the awkward position. He started to work his cock in and out of the tight passage. She tried to match rhythm with him, moaning at his stimulation of her asshole. "Uhhh, arrrrr, more, harder, oh, please, oh," she muttered pleading. Bob reached for her chest and began to play with her tits through her clothing. "YES!!!" She responded well to this manipulation as well. Within a few minutes she had a first, low intensity orgasm. The sounds were slightly muffled as she pressed her face into the bed. He pounded away, allowing his flood to spill into her ass. She groaned through a second, more staggering orgasm a moment later. He pulled out, shoving her completely onto the bed forcefully. "oh god that was good." she mumbled into the blankets. She clutch them in her fists. Grinning like a Cheshire cat, Bob went to the bathroom again. This time to wash the remnants of the KY off. When he came back, Janet had an idiotic grin on her face, a look of surprised happiness. "Let's fuck." she said, trying to evoke vulgar humor and lust. "Not tonight dear, I've a headache" he joked. She frowned. "Surely you jest!" she announced. And pounced on him, planting a kiss firmly on his mouth. "We can cure that!" She strove to drive her tongue all the way to his throat. "I have plans for tonight already." he pulled away a little. "You do? I'll match your plans against mine. I'm gonna eat you right up." "Not likely. It will have to wait. My girlfriends will take care of me tonight." He worked a hand past her blouse, reaching her breast. "Girlfriends? More than one?" "Yes, Betty and Randi are now living with me, and I've got another woman joining us as well.en? He can help out." "Unlike Ben, I'm somewhat possessive about my sex partners." "Okay, how about if I stay and help them out with you?" "Not tonight Janet. Some other time perhaps. But this afternoon we can do it at least once more." he conceded. "Yess!" enthusiastically, as if cheering for a successful athletic event. He gently lay her back down on the bed and spread her legs. His, once again erect, penis entered the front door this time. Her box was wet still, and as he pushed in, "aaaaaahh!" rewarded his entrance. He reached forward, raising her blouse above her lovely chest, and began to rub her nipples and the flesh surrounding. The nipples snapped to attention quickly and he began to pinch and pull them lightly. Bob reached out, manipulating her nervous system to create a high intensity sexual heat. He brought the tingling sensation up from her clit, throughout her groin, and only stopped when he realized she was going to come, far to quickly for him. "Oh my god!" whispered desperately from her lips. "oh yes, oh yes." She lashed from side to side, with only her blouse lifted to ruffle her clothing. The two shapely legs wrapped around his rib cage in a tight clutch. Her bucking only increased as he plunged his prick to his balls inside. Her feet prodded his thighs gently with the heels of her shoes. Her hands clutched with abandon at the cheeks of his ass. He built up the tension of lust within her while plunging her cunt again and again. He blocked her orgasm, hoping to come at the same time. He could sense her enjoyment. His breath was coming in quick, sharp, gasps. Hers in gulping, frantic, hot panting. "Goddddaammm. gnnnn. aahh aahh," she barked out with her warm, moist breath. "oooooohhhh, fuck, fuck. FUCK!" He let her release her orgasm as he felt the expanding thrust of come burst from within himself. He pressed home the deposit at the rear of her deep caverns. She simply screamed "FUCK!" at the top of her lungs. ======= _Illiteracy Subdued_ The book was in the box stored down the basement. Bob dug it up again from amongst the books stored by the furnace. The basement was only visited occasionally, and none of the boxes had been disturbed since he last took it out. His increase in sensitivity caused an interesting problem. He was reclining, enjoying a few moments of quiet when he realized he could sense another presence. No, it wasn't Betty, who was displaying her assets for him, and Randi was out shopping. The probe he searched the house and neighborhood with turned up nothing. There was still a nagging sense, a feeling, some little tickle at the back of his mind. A roiling feeling stuck with him. After walking from the top of the house to the bottom, he was drawn, almost pulled to the book. There was a throbbing mental attraction he could not seem to ignore. The book was its' same small size. The pages, cover to cover, filled with the symbology Bob now understood almost perfectly, possibly better than the original author. It remained as he remembered it. Climbing the stairs, Bob fingered the book's folded clothe cover. A brief few steps had him back in the living room. There, book in hand, he dropped into his chair and turned on a reading light. Running his fingers along the pages as if it were braille. He was able to spot some slight errors in the delicately written script. And still no sign of why he had to collect it from concealment. Holding each individual page to the light, he looked for watermarks. Some hint of the origin, any clue to the cause of his odd discomfort would help. None of the pages yielded any new information. Flipping through the pages proved nothing, but then... His fingernail, even cut short as it was, traced the seams of the clothe and paper binding on the rear cover. A crackle of ancient dried glue popped the edges, much to his surprise. The binding held tight for the other seams. He peeled back the loose seam, separating the paper as best he could. A cardboard stiffener slid free with difficulty. Along with it dropped a sheet of paper, and a thin red coin. The coin, made of some bizarre plasticas a sharp bolt of lightning. It was wafer thin, and still thick enough for the relief work on either side. He slid the coin into his pocket. The paper contained more symbols. New ones, he couldn't immediately place. He finally set the sheet aside, resolving that like the other symbols, these too would become clear to him with time. The coin continued to draw his attention. Once again, he pulled it out and stared at it. For a time he seemed to duel pulling urges from the coin, and realized he was watching symbols within the coin itself. The idea the coin produced symbols like a person stunned him. Slowly he built a shield over the coin, like the one he used to hide his own mind. He was able to draw power from the device itself to run the shield. The draw he'd felt was gone. He wrapped the coin in paper, placed it within an envelope and locked it away in the documents fire safe he owned. The mysteries of the book and mind control drew his curiosity, but he wanted to control the time he devoted to each element of this art. Peace at last settled over Bob. He devoted some time to Betty. continued in part 9