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                           SORCERER'S APPRENTICE

Jimmy Gilman was fourteen and as horny as any other adolescent boy. What
made it worse was being the only boy in a house full of girls. He had six
sisters, aged from six to sixteen. They all lived in a large house with
their mother, a widow. Jimmy and his sisters were adopted; they were not
related by blood. Their adoptive father had died two years ago. Jimmy's
sisters, from little Amy (the six-year-old) to Kathy (the oldest at sixteen)
were remarkably lovely. Joy, an eight-year-old asian, was Jimmy's secret
favorite. Julie, a slight redhead with porcelain skin, was, at ten, already
a heartbreaker. Twelve-year-old Becky, with long brown hair and a perfect
face, was beginning to show signs of remarkable breasts, and
thirteen-year-old Cindy had already blossomed into a lovely young woman. So
Jimmy was almost always horny, and always frustrated. It seemed he would be
that way forever. Then one day... Jimmy sat on a bench, waiting for the
school bus. Several other kids waited with him. As they waited, a man
strolled up and took a seat on the bench. He was accompanied by a young
woman of striking beauty. She was a stunning brunette, with large firm
breasts and dancer's legs. She wore a short silk dress which barely covered
her crotch. To Jimmy's amazement, the young girl knelt silently before the
man, opened his zipper, and began sucking his cock! The other kids at the
bus stop seemed not to notice; people driving by ignored the scene as well.
But Jimmy noticed. He tried to keep from being obvious, but he couldn't help
stealing frequent looks as the young beauty gave head. The man noticed
Jimmy. "Hmm. You didn't go under. Let me see..." his eyes widened, and the
girl servicing his cock stopped her ministrations in mid-stroke. Jimmy felt
funny, like there was something crawling inside his head. "Well, well," the
man muttered. "A potential adept of the ninth degree. And with
such...motivation." Jimmy was suddenly afraid, but found he couldn't move.
"No, my little friend; you avoided my initial commands but you cannot resist
me now," the man said, laughing. At that moment, the school bus arrived. The
other kids got on the bus, and so did the man and the girl. As before,
no-one on the bus seemed to notice the presence of strangers. The man
continued, and it was clear that only Jimmy could hear him. "My name is
Gavin. As you can see, I have certain...abilities. I've found that you could
possess powers equal to or greater than mine; powers that will allow you to
control the mind and thoughts of anyone. I will train you to use these
powers, if you will consent to becoming my apprentice." "Powers? I don't
understand...I'm not sure..." "Let me show you." Gavin looked around the
bus. "That one--Jenny Rogers. You've wanted her, haven't you?" He made a
negligent gesture, and Jenny stood and approached. She was wearing her
cheerleader's outfit, and she stood before them, a vision of blonde
loveliness. She had been an unapproachable dream, the subject of many
nocturnal ejaculations. Jenny was standing there, looking at Gavin as if she
was interested in something he might say. The other kids on the bus seemed
not to notice. Gavin grinned at Jimmy, and said, "Watch this. It'll be just
a small demonstration of the power I can teach you to use." "Jenny, this is
Jimmy Gilman," said Gavin. "You know him, don't you?" "Yes, the fat little
twerp," she said. "Always looking at me..." "I think your attitude is in
need of adjustment," Gavin said. "In fact, Jimmy here is the most
attractive, sexy fellow you've ever seen, isn't he?" "Oh, yes," Jenny
sighed, her voice completely different. "In fact, you love him, don't you?"
"Yes..I love him so much..." "And you'd do ANYTHING he asks of you, wouldn't
you?" "Anything..." "Why don't you show him how much you love him right now?
I'm sure he'd like you to suck his cock," Gavin said. "Ahhh..yessss...", she
responded, and knelt. And just like that, Jenny was kneeling there in her
little cheerleader's uniform, licking and sucking just as Gavin's silent
companion had done earlier. As before, nobody else seemed to notice." Gavin
turned to Jimmy, smiling. "What do you think?" "I...um...ah," Jimmy wasn't
exactly able to make conversation, as Jenny's mouth was driving him crazy.
Her blonde head bobbed up and down as her toungue swirled over his penis.
She was making little slurping noises and grunts of pleasure as she worked
over his organ. "I take it you appreciate the demonstration. I'll wait while
Jenny finishes her little task." As Jenny worked on Jim's dick, Gavin and
his female "friend" exchanged comments on her technique. In moments, Jenny
had Jimmy on the edge of orgasm. He looked down at her blonde head bobbing
up and down on his cock and unloaded come into her throat. She tried to
swallow, but some of it leaked out of her mouth and dripped onto her
cheerleader skirt, staining it. She licked his cock clean and stood. "Thank
you, Jenny," said Gavin. Jenny smiled happily and curtseyed, like a little
girl at a music recital. "Thank you for letting me serve, you Master," she
said meekly to Gavin. Then she returned to her seat as if nothing
extraordinary had happened. "She's already forgotten everything," Gavin
said, "but she's still in love with you." "Wow," said Jimmy, mostly to
himself. "You could have every girl on this bus doing the same," Gavin told
him, smiling. "Every girl in your school, if you wish." "Wow," Jimmy said
again, with remarkable insight. "So what's your answer? Will you become my
apprentice? It will be hard work, but I guarantee it'll be worth it." "Yes,
I will," Jimmy said. "Good. We have a bit of business at school," Gavin
said. Once at school, Gavin led Jimmy to the Principal's office. They
entered the office and the Principal, Mr. Offut, looked up. "Yes?" "This is
Jimmy Gilman," Gavin said. "You remember him." "Yes, indeed." "Jimmy is
beginning a special course of study under my direction. He will not be
attending regular classes. This is quite normal and proper." "Quite normal
and proper." "Why don't you call Jimmy's teachers here, so that we can
explain the situation to them?" Soon all of Jimmy's teachers were gathered
in the office, and Gavin "explained" to them. The result was that Jimmy no
longer needed to attend classes; he would not be marked absent and his
grades would remain excellent. Jimmy, Gavin, and Gavin's silent girlfriend
left the school. "This is Sarah," Gavin told him. "She is one of my slaves,
and her mind is remarkably pliable. I found her in a ballet class. She's
been with me for two years, and I've programmed and trained her to an
extreme degree over that time." Sarah suddenly spoke. "Gavin is my Lord, my
Master. I live to serve him and obey him. My flesh serves his flesh, and I
will be his slave as long as I live. I was born to love and honor him, and
to give his body pleasure," she recited, like a little girl giving her
catechism. "She's completely sincere," Gavin said. "She believes that with
all her heart and soul." He patted her on the bottom, and said, "You're a
good little slave, Sarah." Sarah thrust her ass into his hand, eager to
prolong the contact with her owner. "Oh, thank you, Master." "Very
impressive. What now?" Jimmy asked. "We'll return to my home and begin your
studies." "OK, but how? We got here on the bus." Gavin smiled. As he did, a
car pulled over and the driver opened the door. The three got in. The
businessman at the wheel drove them to a large mansion in the best
neighborhood in town. As the car departed, Gavin remarked, "He'll never
understand why he was late. And he won't remember anything about our side
trip." They entered the house. Jimmy didn't know what to expect, but the
scene that greeted him stunned him into silence. Dozens of beautiful girls,
from little girls to mid-twenties, ran to greet Gavin. They were dressed in
filmy lingerie, silky panties and tiny slips. Some wore baby-doll nighties,
while others wore sheer pantyhose. In unison, they knelt, lowering their
heads submissively. "Master! We are ready to serve you!" They exclaimed with
obvious adoration. Gavin smiled at Jimmy, who was standing open-mouthed at
this display. "Like my little harem? You may use any of them, whenever you
wish. With study, you will collect your own, beginning, if you like, with
your sweet little Jenny." "How many..?.." Jimmy asked. "In this house there
are forty girls. I have many other servants, in other locations, and many,
many more who do not know that they are my slaves. Yet they live to hear my
command. Come." He led the way into a luxuriously-furnished study. "This is
where we will conduct your studies. Sarah, come over here," he ordered, and
Jimmy noticed for the first time that the silent girl had followed them.
Sarah approached, knelt, and repeated the stock phrase: "Master! I am ready
to serve you!" Gavin waved her up, and now she stood before him, arms at her
side, her full attention focused on his face. Another gesture, and now she
stood on tiptoe, body arched back so that her breasts pointed toward the
ceiling, arms dangling. "I have opened her mind. Come here." Jimmy joined
him, both standing before the helpless girl. "I will guide your mind into
hers. Relax and let me guide you." Jimmy felt the 'crawling worm' sensation
for a moment; then Gavin's voice spoke within his mind. "Look how I enter
her mind." It seemed to Jimmy that a firm hand had grasped his. Then he was
floating, outside his body, towards Sarah. In a moment, his conciousness was
inside hers, alongside Gavin's. Jimmy's mind struggled to make sense of the
information that flooded his mind. He seemed to see the girl's mind as a
pattern of glowing nodes, pulsing with different colors. "Good, good,"
remarked Gavin. "You begin to see. These are the centers of Sarah's
conciousness; each controls an aspect of her mind. Follow me!" His mind
followed his teacher, through endless columns and corridors of light. Gavin
pointed out significant structures and key control nodes. Finally, after
what seemed to be a long journey, the two mentally 'stood' at the very
center of the girl's mind. To Jimmy, it seemed that he saw a pulsing,
translucent crystal. In color it was pink. Other colors, mainly blue, seemed
to course through it at intervals. "This is the center of her being. Sarah
became my total slave when I inserted my controls here. Come and see." Now
they were _inside_ the pulsing pink core. Jimmy could sense that something
wasn't "normal" here. The blue flashes he'd "seen" from outside were signs
of Gavin's controls. The blue changed and altered the course of impulses and
signals within the core. "Look deeper," said Gavin, and suddenly Jimmy could
_SEE_ the symbols and basic programs that made up Sarah's personality--her
view of herself. And he saw how Gavin's controls altered that view, so that
instead of "Sara Tomlin", she saw herself as "Gavin's slave Sarah". "Her
sense of her own worth, her very inner life, depends on being owned by me,"
Gavin said. "If she could not serve and obey, she would die. Look here,
where the imperative is implanted." Jimmy saw. A key impulse had been
inserted into Sarah's conciousness: "OBEY!" "OBEY THE MASTER!" Jimmy saw
that she could no more resist it than she could resist breathing. Her flesh
was property; she saw herself as an owned thing, living only to serve and
obey. "Enough for now," Gavin said, and returned Jimmy to his own body.
Sarah stood, still in that position. "Later, I will teach you to enter a
mind which has not been opened as I opened Sarah's. And you will learn to
insert your own controls, to reprogram anyone's mind as you wish." "Why are
you doing this for me?" Jimmy asked him. "I recognized your potential. I
feel the need to pass my knowledge on to another. And there are more than
enough 'normals' to serve us both. I believe our kind was born to rule--to
dominate--the normals. And they were born to serve and please us." He woke
Sarah, and ordered her to sit on a nearby couch. She sat, and at his
gesture, she slumped, looking like a rag doll that had lost its stuffing.
Her eyes stared blankly ahead. "She's in what I call 'offline mode'," Gavin
told him. "Nothing can awaken her, except for my mental command." With that,
Jimmy's training began. He spent every day at Gavin's, usually three or four
hours in study. Gavin showed him every facet of his technique for
controlling minds. As Jimmy learned, his powers grew. He gradually became
able to read minds, enter them, and alter their programs and patterns. He
had not yet reached what Gavin called 'the first level'; but he knew he was
getting close. And he began to experiment at home, using his sisters as
subjects. Joy, the eight-year-old asian, sat doing her homework. She was
wearing her parochial school uniform: a white blouse, plaid skirt, and white
knee socks. She sat on a bench-style chair, at her desk. Her attention was
focused on the math problem. Jimmy's attention was focused on HER. He
reached out with his mind, and easily entered hers. He inserted a little
program, easy for him by now, to make him 'invisible' to her. Then, he
"told" her mind, "It's hot in here...I should get more comfortable." Idly,
almost without thinking about what she was doing, Joy removed her white
blouse. She had no tits to speak of, but seeing her bare chest excited
Jimmy. "My skirt's hot, too; it should come off," was the next mental
suggestion. Again, as if under their own volition, Joy's hands moved to
unzip the skirt and remove it. Now she sat, wearing only knee socks and
panties, frowning as she tried to figure out the next problem. She didn't
even know she'd stipped to her little panties. Jimmy had a stiff erection
already, excited from the control he'd been able to exert over his
exotic-looking little sister. Another idea. Jimmy removed his pants and
underwear and sat down next to her. His mind projected a series of
suggestions into hers. Again, unconciously, the little girl allowed Jim to
take her hand and guide it to his throbbing cock. Her mind and other hand
were still doing math, but her left hand began stroking Jim's cock. Joy's
right hand literally didn't know what her left hand was doing! Her hand
squeezed tigher or became looser at Jim's command; she sped up or slowed
down as he willed. After several minutes, Jim was nearly at orgasm. He
implanted a couple of additional instructions. Then he looked at his sister,
helplessly stroking his cock, her eyes never leaving the page before her.
The other hand was still writing, solving math problems. He groaned and came
all over her soft hand. Some of the sperm shot in a little parabola and
landed on her bare thighs and panties, staining them. Joy didn't seem to
notice. Her hand collected as much of Jim's sperm as possible and then rose
to her lips. The entranced child began licking the sperm from her hand, her
little tongue moving all over her hand and wrist, like a kitten washing
itself. She still didn't know anything out of the ordinary was going on!
Grinning, Jim got dressed. He left his sister with a few additional
instructions. She, too replaced her clothing, unaware that it had been
removed. The semen on her legs and panties would not bother her; she
wouldn't notice them. Jim left her with commands that stimulated her
interest in sex--and made certain that she would focus on him as the object
of her interest. And, deep in her subconcious, was a growing hunger for her
brother's semen, which tasted so wonderful to her as to be beyond
description. Grinning, satisfied, he left his sister's room. She remained as
he'd found her, studying math. The next morning, Jim got another idea. He
entered the shower with Kathy, again 'invisible' to her. As she washed her
lovely young body, Jim became powerfully excited. Occasionally, she actually
bumped into him, but she'd been instructed not to notice that. But Jim
noticed! He waited until she had rinsed herself off, then activated more
commands in her mind. Idly, almost absent-mindedly, she began washing _him_.
Her eyes stared ahead, directly at his body, but she didn't "know" she saw
him. However, her brain saw enough to guide her hands over his body, making
sure every part of it received attention. When she reached his rigid cock,
she even knelt in order to get closer to it. Now, acting under her brother's
commands, she lovingly soaped it, using her soft hands to clean it. Rinsing
it off, she gave it a little kiss, then stood. Jimmy mentally ordered her to
turn and bend over. He took her from the rear, pounding the lovely girl
feverishly. She still was unaware of what was going on: her mind still
thought she was taking a normal, if somewhat long, shower. At last, Jimmy
shuddered and ejaculated into her, filling her with hot semen. Her body gave
a little shudder, reacting with an orgasm that her mind didn't notice. He
had her dry him off, then released her. As far as Kathy was concerned, she'd
just finished a normal shower. The following night, Jimmy lay awake in his
bed. His mind reached out and he probed the minds of his sleeping sisters.
On a whim, he called to Amy and Julie. The two girls entered his room like
sleepwalkers. They were dressed in filmy little nighties--baby dolls. Amy's
was pink, and Julie's was a pale green. He had them sit beside him, then
began to program them for the night's fun. A little fantasy for him. But
they would think it was spontaneous, their own idea. Their eyes opened, and
the two girls looked at each other, then at Jimmy, who was now pretending to
be asleep. "Shhh," said Julie. "Don't wake him up!" "I won't!" hissed Amy.
"But you promised you'd show me his..." "His penis," whispered Julie firmly.
"It's called a penis. I'll show it to you, but we have to be careful; if he
wakes up..." "Come on! I wanna see it!" Gently, Julie removed the covers.
She paused, her heart beating wildly, then reached down and undid the
buttons that held his pajama bottoms closed. She peeled the cloth away,
revealing his soft (but firming) penis. "I can't see it! Turn on the light!"
"No. It'll wake him up." "No it won't. He's a real heavy sleeper. That's
what Mom said, remember?" "Well...OK." She turned on the light, controlled
by a dimmer, and set it for a fairly low setting. "There. Now can you see
it?" "Yeah. It looks funny," Amy said. She giggled. "Like a big worm or
something." "Jim's is pretty big. It's bigger than Joey Dodson's; he showed
me his once, on the back of the school bus." "Can I touch it?" Amy asked
suddenly. "I don't think so," responded Julie. "You'll wake him up for
sure." "He _won't_ wake up. I'm gonna do it!" And Amy reached out and
gingerly touched Jimmy's organ, which gave a little jerk at her touch.
"Oooh, did you see _that_?" Amy asked excitedly. "Uh huh. It's supposed to
be real sensitive," said Julie, proud of her superior knowledge. "What are
those things?" Amy asked. "His...his...tesacles...or something like that.
They're called 'balls'". "Balls." Amy giggled agin. She took one of them in
her little hand, caressing it. "Look, Amy," exclaimed Julie, in a hushed
voice. "His penis is getting bigger!" "Yeah. It's standing up. How come?"
"When boys get excited, their penises do that. They get long and hard and
stiff." "Does it hurt?" "I don't think so. Once I saw Jimmy looking at one
of those magazines he keeps under the matress. He was rubbing it real fast,
and it was really long and hard." "Show me how he rubbed it." "OK." Julie
began stroking Jim's cock, which was now 'long and hard' indeed. "Can I
try?" "OK, but just for a minute. He's gonna wake up!" Amy wrapped her
little fist around the shaft of Jimmy's cock and stroked it as her sister
had done. "It feels nice," Amy said. "I like it." After a few more strokes,
Jimmy decided to 'wake up'. He opened his eyes and said, "What are you girls
DOING?!" They jumped. "We...we...uh..." "I know what you were doing. Do you
want me to tell Mom?" "Oh, please, no!" "Please don't tell, we'll do
anything..." "All right. I won't tell if you will finish what you started."
"What do you mean?" said Julie. "You girls got me all excited. Look." He
indicated his stiff penis. "Now I want you to finish what you started: keep
doing what you were doing...and other stuff that I'll show you, until I tell
you to stop." "Well...OK," said Julie. "What do we do?" "First, I want Amy
to keep rubbing it, just like she was doing." Amy approached and gingerly
began rubbing his cock. "MMMMmmm, Amy, that feels real nice. Keep doing
that, just like that," he instructed. "Julie, c'mere," he ordered, and she
approached him uncertainly. When she was close enough, he reached out and
put his hand on her ass, feeling the firm flesh through the slippery nylon
of the nightie. "What...what are you doing?" she gasped. "While Amy is
making me feel good, I'm going to make YOU feel good." His hand moved
between her legs, pressing insistently on her crotch. She moaned, and
pressed herself harder on his hand. The panties of her nightie began to
become wet. Jim gently pinched her left nipple, causing her to shudder with
pleasure. Now her hips were grinding her body against the pressure of his
fingers. "Oooh," Julie moaned. "Please, don't stop..." Jim looked down at
little Amy, still stroking with all her might. He said, "Amy, come here.
Julie, do what she was doing." The two changed places, and Jim began to
fondle the little girl while Julie continued touching his cock. "Julie, suck
it. Use your tongue." "I don't know how!...It's disgusting!" He inserted
programs to remove her resistance to the idea, and soon she was giving head,
licking and sucking nosily. Amy saw what Julie was doing and her eyes became
wide. She seemed unable to take her eyes off the sight of her older sister
sucking her brother's cock. "Would you like to do that?" Jim asked Amy. "I
don't know...I guess so..." "It feels really nice, Amy. Why don't you give
it a try?" So now the two sisters eagerly gave oral service, slurping and
sucking. In a few minutes, Jim was on the edge of orgasm. "Julie, I'm going
to come soon. Do you want me to come in your mouth or do you want to...you
know..do it?" "Hmmmf...slurp...,um, I dunno." "You want to show Amy all
about sex, don't you?" "Uh huh." "Then let's show her everything." "I don't
know how..." "Don't worry; I'll show you." In moments, Julie had removed her
tiny panties and was impaled on Jim's meat. She bounced prettily, still
wearing the top of the nightie. Her breasts wobbled beneath the sheer
fabric. Amy stood watching, her eyes wide with wonder and dawning sexual
excitement. Julie's red hair flew wildly, as her body moved to the rhythm of
Jim's need. She began to moan softly, giving little cries as she was taken:
"oh....... ooooh...unhhh..AH!.......eeeE....oh..ungh...oh...oh...AH!..." Jim
looked at his sister, totally posessed by pleasure, and then at the little
girl, still dressed in that sexy little baby-doll, watching him use her
sister. The innocent child was touching herself, her fingers rubbing the "V"
of her panties. He groaned and came. The two of them collapsed in pleasant
exhaustion. "Thanks, girls; that was very nice," he told them. "What did you
think?" "We liked it. You won't tell, will you?" "No, but I want to do this
again, OK?" "Sure." The night's entertainment was over. He sent them back to
their rooms, but left the 'memory' of their 'spontaneous' experience intact.
Sometimes, Gavin brought "fresh" subjects for Jimmy to work on. These were
girls that were not in Gavin's harem, taken from the street or the mall.
Gavin brought them to Jimmy, and then allowed Jimmy to 'experiment' on them,
honing his skill. Gavin was usually there, beside him, to correct errors and
guide his work. "No, Jim, not that way. Inserting control in this manner
will have undesirable side effects. Do it like this. It's important to think
things through; with the Power, if you tell her she is a fish, she would
drown herself trying to breathe water." The girls who served as the subjects
of these experiments usually left with no memory of what had been done to
them. All were programmed as submissive sex toys for future use. Gavin never
wasted an opportunity to add a servant. There came a day when Gavin smiled
and nodded at Jimmy's work on a lovely ten-year old. The girl, Patty King,
had been "picked up" by Gavin as she was being driven to a Girl Scout
meeting by her mother. Her mother sat on the couch Gavin had commanded her
to sit quietly and watch as Jimmy violated her daughter's mind. Little Patty
stood on tiptoe, body arched back so that her tiny breasts pointed toward
the ceiling, arms dangling, just as had Sarah. This was 'control position
one'; Patty's mind was open to Jimmy. The child still wore her Girl Scout
uniform. Jimmy inserted controls in Patty's mind, like those Gavin had
placed in Sarah. Now he moved through her mind, adjusting her thoughts,
beliefs, emotions. He removed every trace of modesty and body shame; now
Patty would dress according to his desires, in tiny lingerie outfits. He
programmed the child to love his touch and to be unable to deny him access
to her body. At last he was finished. Gavin entered the child's mind and
inspected his apprentice's work. "Very good. You have learned well. She is
your loving sex toy; she lives only to serve and obey you. The first of your
harem. You have passed the first test, and are now an Adept of the first
order." He turned to Patty's mother. "We will have to adjust the mother, to
allow you to use your servant freely," he commented. Patty's mother stood
and assumed the control position. Gavin entered her mind. In moments,
Patty's mother was a willing accomplice to her daughter's new status as
Jimmy's slave. Gavin gave a wolfish grin and released her. "Master, my
daughter will serve you well," she said. Jimmy released Patty from direct
control. She fell to her knees in worship. "Master! I am ready to serve
you!" she exclaimed, her face showing total adoration and love. Gavin
grinned. "You may as well take her now; her mother can help." Jimmy ordered
Patty to strip; she removed her Girl Scout outfit and unsexy cotton panties.
Her mother was obeying Gavin's mental command and was videotaping the
proceedings eagerly. Gavin told Patty, "You are naked before your Master,
which is fitting, as you are about to begin a new life of service and
obedience." One of Gavin's girls entered, carrying a package. It contained a
pair of silky, shiny bikini panties in Patty's size, and a "duplicate" Girl
Scout uniform. The "duplicate" was made of transparent green nylon, with a
see-through white blouse under the outer vest. Patty donned the "uniform",
and turned slowly to display herself to Jimmy and the camera. Jimmy was hard
as stone. He took Patty's hand and led her to a soft cushion. Seated beside
the little girl slave, he said to her, "Patty, are you ready to begin your
service to me?" "Yes, Master," she replied with complete sincerity. "I am
going to teach you about sex," he told her. "Have you learned anything about
it before?" "No, Master. We had sex-ed in school but it was boring and
didn't really tell us anything. I've heard some things from my friends," she
replied. "Good, Patty. Help me remove my clothes." The little girl willingly
helped him, exclaiming with innocent wonder when his erection was revealed.
"Oooh, what's _that_, Master?" "Patty, it is my cock. It is the most
important part of my body, and you must worship it and serve it. It is holy,
and you must do your best to make it feel good." "I'll try, Master." "I know
you will. Why don't you touch it now?" She reached out with her soft little
hand and touched it. "It's so stiff--but soft, too!" "Yes, Patty. Your job
is to make it get stiff like that and keep it that way as long as you can."
He showed her how to stroke it, closing her little fist around it. For
several minutes, little Patty, still clad in that transparent uniform,
stroked and petted her Master's cock. Her mother operated the camera,
recording every moment of her daughter's service. "Mmmm, that's very good,
Patty. You are doing very well as my slave girl," he told her. "I'm glad,
Master." Jimmy took some time to explore Patty's young body. His hands roved
over her flesh, lingering on her tight ass and tits. The silky fabric of her
outfit slid over her skin. Soon Jimmy's hand was underneath the ridiculous
skirt of the "uniform" and his fingers were stroking her shiny, snow-white
panties. Patty sighed and squirmed with pleasure as Jimmy fondled her. "Now
you must learn how to give oral pleasure," he told her. Soon she was licking
and sucking his throbbing member. She wasn't very skillful at first, but
Jimmy gave her verbal--and mental--instructions, and soon she was giving him
a wonderful blow-job. Her mother had zoomed in for a close-up as the child
gave head. Jimmy watched her blonde head bobbing up and down on his shaft.
The fact of his total mental domination and control of this young girl
increased his excitement and pleasure. Jimmy shuddered, groaned, and pumped
his cum down her throat. Patty was already programmed to swallow, and she
got almost all of it. "You have done well, little slave," Jimmy told her.
"Thank you, Master. How can I serve you further?" "Go upstairs and join
Gavin's harem. I will call for you when I have need of you." She curtseyed,
like Jenny had, smiling and raising her transparent skirt to her waist. Then
she turned and ran to the harem room. Gavin sent her mother away with
closing instructions. "Well, Jim, not a bad start. You still have much to
learn before you reach the second level." "What's next?" Jimmy asked as he
cleaned himself and dressed. "You must learn to project mental fields,
useful for crowd control," Gavin said. "Remember how no one noticed Sarah
and me?" "Yeah. Pretty cool. How's it work?" "I will demonstrate tomorrow."
=========== The next day, Jimmy and Gavin returned to the school. It was the
first time they'd been back since Jimmy met Gavin and Sarah. They arrived
around 10:00 A.M. As they walked down the corridor, Gavin said, "We need a
small group for you to begin with...hmmm...I have a good idea." They entered
the girl's locker room. "We're invisible to all within," Gavin explained.
"I'm putting out a field that prevents our presence from registering." About
twenty girls were in the locker room, getting ready for gym class. "Jim,
watch what I am doing now," Gavin instructed. Jimmy used his new mental
abilities to watch as Gavin constructed a new mental field. Gavin formed a
command that would suppress all feelings of modesty or shame in the girls.
Suddenly, to the girls gathered in the gym class, any clothing other than
their underwear would seem strange, ugly, and somehow wrong. Gavin smiled at
Jimmy. "Watch." The field bloomed out from Gavin, enveloping all of the
girls in the locker room. There were sudden expressions of disgust and
displeasure from those girls who'd donned gym clothes and from those still
in street clothes. In moments, all had stripped to their panties, the only
clothes in which they now felt comfortable. Jim felt his cock hardening as
he watched the girls undress. Gavin said, "Now you try it, Jim." He
suggested an idea for a new field to be constructed. Jim began working on
his field. It was actually more complicated than the one Gavin had done.
Sweat broke out on his forehead as he strained with effort. Gavin checked
his work, and made one or two corrections. "All right, now release the
field," Gavin said. This field commanded everyone in the room to find the
presence of Jimmy and his tutor to be perfectly normal and unremarkable,
that anything they did while here would be proper and completely acceptable.
As Jimmy's field blossomed outward and swept over the girls, Gavin collapsed
his "invisibility" field. Now the girls could see them, but would feel that
having two males present was perfectly natural. "Hi, Jimmy," said Wendy Lee,
a pretty asian girl. Her tone of voice was exactly the same as if they had
met each other in the corridor. Jimmy smiled at her. "Hi, Wendy. Uh, don't
you think you are dressed a little funny?" he asked. Wendy looked down at
herself. She was dressed only in a pair of pink bikini panties and a pair of
panty-hose. "No," she replied, a little confused. "Don't you like my
panties? I bought them on Saturday at Nordstrom's. Do I have a run in my
panty-hose?" "Turn around, and I'll see," Jimmy said, grinning. Wendy
turned, slowly, evidently quite concerned that her outfit might not be in
order. "Nope. Looks fine to me," Jimmy said. "You said you got them at
Nordstrom's?" "Uh huh. Mindy said they were sexy." "I think they
are--especially on you. Can I touch them?" "Sure, if you want to." She
approached him, and Jim gently began stroking Wendy's panty-hose. "Hmm. I
can't feel your panties; the panty-hose are in the way, " he told her. "Oh.
Here, I'll take them off." She removed the panty-hose, and allowed Jim to
stroke her silky pink panties. "Oooh, that feels nice," she said, as Jim's
hand rubbed her panty-clad ass. He stroked the front, where the panties
disappeared between her legs, and she gave a little gasp. Gavin whispered
something to him. Jimmy grinned, and said, "Hey, Wendy, could you help me
for a minute? I need to get out of these clothes and I could use some help
getting undressed." "Sure, Jimmy." This seemed to her to be a perfectly
natural request. With a sunny smile, Wendy approached him and helped him
remove his clothes. His erect cock sprang to attention, and Wendy looked at
it with interest. "Is that your...penis? I've never seen one before," she
said. "Yes, Wendy. It's my penis." "Why is it standing up like that? Does it
do that all the time? Must be uncomfortable," Wendy commented. "No, it only
stands up like that when I'm with a pretty girl like you. But it _is_
uncomfortable. Would you like to make it feel better?" "OK," she said
uncertainly. "How?" "I'll show you." As Jimmy showed Wendy how to ease his
discomfort, their activity drew the interest of the other girls in the
locker room. Wendy was kneeling now, stroking Jim's cock with her soft hand.
The other girls gathered around. They knew they were seeing something
unusual, but it seemed perfectly normal and OK to each of them. As they
watched, the girls giggled to each other. "Look, she's touching his
thingie," said one girl. "Yeah. I've never done that. Wonder what it feels
like," said another. Gavin spoke up. "Girls, Jim's cock is very stiff and
uncomfortable. Wendy is helping him to feel better. Who would like to help
her?" "I would!" "Me, too!" Several raised their hands. "All right, let me
see." Gavin selected a pretty brunette named Melissa, who was standing
there, clad only in her panties and a short half-slip. She joined Wendy, who
smiled at her, and said, "Here's how to pet it." Wendy took Melissa's small
hand and wrapped it around Jim's cock, showing her the pumping motion that
seemed to make Jim feel the best. "He likes this." Melissa happily stroked
Jim's cock for several minutes. Jim was groaning. "What's wrong, Jimmy?"
asked Wendy, full of concern that he wasn't feeling better. "I think it
needs something else," Jimmy told her. "What?" "It needs to be kissed and
sucked, Wendy." "Really? Why?" "I don't know, but it does. I'll show you
how." Soon, Wendy and Melissa were kissing and tonguing his shaft. The other
girls giggled and commented. Some were touching themselves. Jimmy had
Melissa take his cock in her mouth and showed her how to suck it. Soon her
head was pistoning up and down on his rod while Wendy caressed his balls. At
that moment, Mrs. Dennis, the gym teacher, entered the room. "What's going
on here!!?! How DARE you! Stop this NOW! You sick..." Gavin looked up at her
and she fell silent. He grinned. "We forgot to place filtering fields at the
entrance," he told Jimmy. Melissa swapped places with Wendy, who continued
the oral service. "This old bitch walked right in and didn't feel our
fields, which were static. She can't move now, or speak." Turning to the
frozen woman, he said, "But you _can_ watch. You'll stand right there, and
watch everything that happens. You'll remember it all, but you will not be
able to tell anyone or speak of this to anyone, or inform anyone in any way,
what has happened. Your girls are about to get a new kind of Physical
Education." As he finished speaking, Jimmy pumped a huge wad of sperm into
Wendy's mouth. She didn't swallow. Gavin had the others line up and each
kissed Wendy, her tongue extracting a tiny taste of Jimmy's come from
Wendy's brimming mouth. When all the girls had had a taste, Gavin selected
two girls and had them serve his cock. Meanwhile, Jimmy had removed
Melissa's panties and was ramming his penis into her from the rear as the
others watched with interest. One by one, all of the lovliest girls in the
group were used by Jimmy and his teacher. At last, the period bell rang and
they finished their fun. One by one, the girls who had been used curtseyed
before them, with proud smiles. The other girls applauded and thanked them
for a wonderful lesson. Then the girls ran to the showers to get cleaned up,
all memory of what had happened erased from their minds. Gavin released the
gym instructor. "Go back to your office. Sit and think about what has
happened here. Know that we can do it again, anytime we wish, with any of
your girls, and you can do nothing to stop us." She turned to leave, but
Gavin had a sudden idea. With a wave, he stopped her in mid stride. "And
you'll be sure to call me whenever a young girl of particular beauty and
innocence comes into your class. The phone number is in your mind; you
cannot forget it or reveal it to anyone. You'll be compelled to...FEED...the
most beautiful of your young students to me. And you will watch helplessly
as I use and molest each of them. Now go." She left. "Wow," Jimmy said, as
they left the locker room. "You really did HER!" "She upset me by barging
in. I should've been more careful. Let that be a lesson to you; even a
powerful sorcerer can make mistakes. Plan your actions; think things
through. Our powers are usually enough to get you out of trouble, but not
always. And I hate sloppiness." They returned to Gavin's. There, as usual,
they were met by their loving girlslaves. Gavin had many more than Jimmy;
Jimmy's "harem" now consisted only of little Patty and Jenny, whom he had
fully enslaved a few weeks earlier. Patty still wore her little transparent
Girl Scout uniform; Jenny wore a see-thru cheerleader's outfit. Looking down
at his slaves, kneeling before him, Jim felt as proud as if he owned a herd
as large as Gavin's. He looked over at Gavin, surrounded by his pets. "Soon,
I'll have even more than he," Jimmy told himself, "and they will all worship
my cock." One evening, Jimmy and Patty paid a visit to her Girl Scout troop.
Patty was wearing that see-through imitation scout uniform. The two entered
the meeting room, and the assembled girls and adults thought nothing of it.
Jimmy projected a field; suddenly everyone noticed Patty's unusual uniform,
but they thought it was *wonderful*. Girls gathered around to admire it,
asking where she got it. Patty smiled and posed in her finery. "My Master
gave it to me," she said proudly. "Would _you_ like him to give you a
uniform like this?" "Sure!" "Uh huh!" "Cool!" All thought this would be a
fine thing. Jimmy had the girls line up and walked down the line, selecting
some girls and passing over others. The ones he picked silently went to the
other side of the room. These became his slaves, even as Patty had. The
others were ordered to forget everything that had transpired during the
unusual meeting. Jim looked over his new property; eight young girl scouts,
kneeling meekly before him. One by one, they displayed their bodies to him,
and he explored their immature charms. He fucked two of them, watching them
bounce on his cock. Their tiny tits barely wobbled as he pounded them. One
by one, the girls' parents arrived to pick up their daughters. All were
greeted by an unexpected scene: Jimmy being serviced by the eight prettiest
young girls; the others watching helplessly. As the parents arrived, Jimmy
enslaved them, too, programming them to cooperate in his continued use of
their daughters. Parents of the girls he'd rejected were programmed to
forget what they'd seen. ==== A year had passed. Jimmy was by now a powerful
adept; Gavin estimated that he had reached Fourth degree, and was near to
reaching Fifth. "I was right about your potential," Gavin told Jim. "You put
out a field stronger than mine but your control isn't as fine. You need to
work on your technique; you tend to use a mallet when a jeweler's
screwdriver would be better. But this is inexperience; with time you will be
a truly formidable sorcerer." Now Jimmy's harem was much larger. He'd added
Wendy and Melissa, and several other girls from his school. His days were
spent in study with Gavin; his nights spent in the extreme pleasures his
slaves could give. He'd learned from Gavin the value of repeated programming
of each of the girls in his little harem. He programmed them each
repeatedly, each time refining and strengthening his control over them.
Although none of them were as pliable and perfect as Sarah, they were
getting close. Jim chuckled whenever he looked into their minds, so perfect
was their obedience and devotion to him. To his girls, he was God; his body
the object of religious worship and awe. Every act of obedience and
submission was a religious one; every time he used their bodies a sacrament.
Jimmy's girls, like Gavins, learned the true meaning of service and
obedience. Their bodies, minds, souls, were devoted to pleasing their
Master; life had no other purpose, no other meaning. They had no rights,
only duties; no desires, other than to be near the Master and serve his
needs. And Jimmy used them, relentlessly, again and again, taking them in
every way imaginable. And the girls rejoiced every time their Master reached
orgasm. Gavin had told him, and he'd seen for himself, that after repeated
programming, his girls became almost telepathic themselves; that is, they
were able to anticipate his desires and responded to satisfy them before he
could form a command. He rarely needed to issue verbal or mental orders with
some of his most "seasoned" slaves. New girls were different. Their minds
needed to be guided into the perfect form, and this took much careful
effort. Jimmy didn't mind; for him it was like an art form, his girls like
perfect sculptures, their minds molded to his will. Gavin and Jimmy
sometimes traded slaves; Gavin would offer one of his girls in exchange for
one of Jim's or vice versa. The swap was performed easily; each girl "knew"
she had "always" belonged to her new Master. On the day he reached the Fifth
level, Jimmy told Gavin, "I am thinking of adding my sisters to my harem."
"Hmm. I'd say it's time. You have the power to control any number of slaves;
your technique improves every day." So Jimmy went home, something he did
very rarely these days. He didn't waste any time. He gathered his sisters
together in the living room, causing them to sit in a circle around him.
Then, one by one, he reached into their minds and enslaved them. He took his
time, working very carefully on each. He wanted his sisters to be 'his
masterpieces', examples of his best work, for Gavin to appreciate. Little
Amy went first. He looked down at her. Amy wore only flowered white panties
and a tiny, transparent half-slip. So cute, he thought. Her immature mind
was easy to control. But he took a full half hour to insert his controls and
over-rides, relishing the way her mind accepted them. It was almost as if
her mind...welcomed...his controls, eagerly incorporating them into its
matrix. Soon it was as if they had always been a part of her, When he was
finished, Amy looked up at him in awe and wonder. "Daddy, please teach me
about sex," she begged. "Soon, Amy," he promised. Joy was next. She was
wearing a powder-blue teddy. He made her a total submissive, meek and
obedient. It pleased him to see a little asian girl so completely submissive
to his will. She bowed her head and begged him to command her. "Please use
this unworthy one," she begged. "I promise you, Joy, I _will_ use you, and
very soon." "Ah, Julie," he said. "Come over here." She stood and approached
him. Julie was wearing a jade-green baby-doll nightie, which nicely set off
her flaming red hair and perfect skin. "Look into my eyes, girl," he
commanded, and she did, helplessly falling under his spell. Eyes locked to
hers, he turned the full power of his mind on hers. Her will was
extinguished. Now she lived only for his pleasure and happiness. She fell to
her knees, begging to be dominated and used. Next, he programmed Becky as he
rode her, his penis sliding into her little cunt. In her mind, his commands
and controls were inextricably linked to sex and the pleasure he gave her.
With each thrust, he inserted more controls. Becky gave little whimpers of
pleasure/ submission/obedience with each thrust: "OH! Yes! OH! I must...!
OH! Yes, Master! OH! My Lord...OH!..." She became more and more his with
each stroke. When she reached orgasm, he pumped his sperm into her, using
that moment to thrust his final, fundamental obedience symbols into her
mind. She gave a little scream, crying "Master, Master, Master...AH AH AH
Master!..." as her enslavement was completed. Even after he'd withdrawn his
slick cock from her, she continued to chant, her head still moving from side
to side: "Master, My Master, FUCK, Master, Please, FUCK ME, Master...". Jim
smiled down at her. He knew she would be a good slave and would give him
much pleasure. Soon the others, Cindy and Kathy, were his eager slaves as
well. He programmed Kathy, the eldest, to be addicted to his sperm, needing
it to live. If she didn't have at least one drop of his fresh sperm each
day, she would sicken and die. Her hunger for his sperm was all-consuming,
and she would gladly do anything, anything at all, to obtain it. It didn't
matter how she got it; even contact with her skin was sufficient. But have
it she must. This addiction wasn't physical; it was "only in her mind", but
nonetheless real. And the helpless girl slave knew it. Hmm. That was an
idea. He reached into the other girls' minds and added the addiction program
to them as well. Why not? He turned his will on his mother, programming her
to cooperate in anything he did with his sisters. He returned to Gavin's
with his sisters in tow. They followed him helplessly, like the meat puppets
they'd become. All still wore only the skimpiest lingerie. Becky was still
muttering her helpless chant. He let her. It made him hot. He lined them up
before his teacher. "Gavin, these are my sister-slaves. I offer you one of
them, her flesh and life, as a gift in return for your teaching." Gavin
looked them over. He entered their minds, inspecting the bindings that Jimmy
had placed there. "Very nice," he remarked. Once or twice he was surprised.
"I didn't know you had mastered that skill," he told Jim. He was
particularly impressed with the job Jim had done on Becky and on Joy.
Finally, he selected Cindy. With practised ease, he entered her mind and
changed her program slightly. Now she saw Gavin as her Master; it had always
been thus. She ran to Gavin, kneeling before him in submission. Jimmy was
sad; he had wanted to fuck Cindy hard, while the others watched. But perhaps
Gavin would let him use her occasionally. And he would have regretted the
loss of any of them; but he owed Gavin at least this much. He retired to his
wing of the mansion with his remaining slaves. With the addition of his
sisters, his harem had reached a dozen lovely young girls. ========= In
working toward Sixth level, Jim and Gavin began experimenting with
amplifiers and shields, devices which would emphasize or screen out mental
impulses. They enslaved a lovely young electrical engineer, fresh out of
school, to help design the circuitry of the devices. The Amp was a great
success. It took the form of a simple bracelet, which, when worn, amplified
the wearer's mental powers by orders of magnitude. They were still working
on the shield. It worked, but was prone to sudden breakdowns for reasons
they couldn't understand. It was frequently "in the shop", where the
enslaved girl engineer sweated over it. Several months passed. Jimmy decided
to move into his own place, for his harem had grown large enough to crowd
Gavin's. He selected a large mansion in the same neighborhood, and was
making preparations for the move. One evening, he returned to Gavin's from
his new place. He planned to tell Gavin and his girls that the move would
take place tomorrow. Something was wrong. The front door was open. Jim
walked in, and found the place a wreck. There was no-one inside; Gavin and
all of the girls--his and Jim's--were gone. Jim walked into Gavin's
quarters. It was the same: nobody there, furniture and paintings
deliberately ruined. Looking around, Jim noticed a video camera which was
still running. He rewound the tape, hoping that it would contain a record of
what had happened. The tape began 'normally' enough: a session between Gavin
and several of his favorite slaves. The young girls struggled to serve and
please their Master, offering their bodies to him. Jim noticed a new girl,
seated to the side. She was very quiet, and did not appear involved in the
fun on Gavin's bed. At last, Gavin gestured, and the girl approached the
bed. Suddenly, Gavin clutched his head. "Ahhhh! What are you doing?!?
Ahhhh!" Gavin's pain and fear were evident. He seemed paralyzed on the bed,
unable to move. The young girl left the room, returning with a beautiful
woman, who smiled down at the helpless Gavin. Jimmy guessed she was about
thirty, a redhead with large tits. "So you made your own paradise here,
exploiting young girls," she said, her voice full of contempt. "Now it ends.
There are others with the power, others with knowledge of the amplifier. And
your shield is not yet ready." She smiled, and the stricken man on the bed
screamed. "You wonder who I am, how I learned of you and bypassed your
defenses. I am an adept like you; a feminist. I happened to read the mind of
one of your agents--one of those who notify you of choice new girls to
enslave. She managed a clothing store. I changed her programming. Then I
sent little Lisa here to you. Her mind has been carefully prepared. She has
an implanted Amp, and hidden programming, so subtle you missed it when you
took her. She funneled my power through when you were vulnerable. NOW I
shall take your "harem" and free them. For you, there waits exquisite
punishment." She left the room, taking all the girls with her. Gavin lay,
paralyzed. Slowly, his head came up and he faced the camera. He struggled to
speak. "Jim....if you see this...I've managed to change your girls'
orientation to me... She will not find out about you. I can hide this much
from her...I think...but not for long....You must use the Amp and Shield and
fight her....She is strong....be careful...." His voice ended in a croak,
and, obviously spent from the effort of speaking, he let his head fall back.
The woman returned, and Gavin rose from the bed, obviously unable to resist.
She left the room, with Gavin and all of his girls following helplessly.
Jimmy turned off the tape. He thought furiously. The Amp was ready, being
charged down in the lab. The Shield was still misbehaving. Suddenly he
realized that she could have taken them. He rushed to the lab. The girl
engineer was gone; but the devices were there. He put on the Amp and took
the Shield and its plans, and left the house. =========== Professor Michael
Simon of the Department of Electrical Enginnering looked up to find Jim
standing in his office. Too young to be one of his students, he thought.
Professor Simon was in his 50's, and an acknowledged expert in his field. He
couldn't be bothered by children. "What do you want? Are you lost?" he
demanded of Jim. "I need your help," Jim said, and entered his mind. Soon,
Professor Simon was working full-time on Jim's problem. He studied the Amp,
the Shield, and the plans. In a couple of days, he reported back to Jim.
"The Amp is very clever but it can be improved. I think I can increase the
power by several orders of magnitude. The Shield needs more work. The design
is flawed; the resonant circuits are overloaded. I have some ideas...."
"Hurry. Time is of the essence. When can modifications to both be
completed?" "Tommorrow, say around 3:00." Jim picked up the improved Amp and
Shield the next day, Saturday. The Shield was not much to look at: it was
built into a ring. He put the Amp on his wrist and Shield on his finger. Now
to find Gavin and the girls. Where to start? Jim thought hard. The woman had
said she got information from a woman Gavin had enslaved...the manager of a
store, she'd said. Jimmy began visiting local malls. The first one was
'dry': no clothing stores had managers who'd been programmed by Gavin. So
was the second. The third had two stores which were being run by Gavin's
agents, but neither had had her program altered. Jimmy entered the next
mall, a large one, at about 1:00 P.M. It was packed with teenagers and
pre-teens, spoiled children spending their parents' money. Jim was well
aware of the need for haste in his search: nevertheless, he'd not had any
sexual pleasure for several days now, and he was feeling the lack of his
well-trained harem. He sat down on a bench, one of those usually used by
senior citizens to watch the passing throng, and inspected the girl-flesh
that paraded by. He selected three likely candidates. The first was a lovely
little seven-year-old named Shelly. She had china-blue eyes, long blonde
hair, and an angelic face. The next was a fourteen-year-old named Brenda, a
black-haired beauty with green eyes and large tits. Finally, he spotted an
eleven-year-old asian girl named April. The three of them, together with
Shelly's mother, now stood quietly behind the bench, awaiting his next
command. They were unaware of this: their minds thought they were still
window-shopping in the mall. All three held their skirts waist-high,
displaying their little panties to the world. Nobody in the crowded mall
noticed, though. Three ought to be enough, he thought to himself. He led
them into Victoria's Secret. Soon, the staff, all now under his control,
closed the store and drew the blinds over the front windows. At his mental
command, all three girls removed their clothes. The salesgirls hurried to
outfit them in 'suitable' clothing: little silky panties and shiny teddies,
or skimpy nighties. It was hard finding things small enough for Shelly, but
with some safety pins and ingenuity, suitable clothing was arranged for her.
Now they knelt before him, dressed only in those tiny outfits. Jim turned to
little Shelly's mother. "See how your daughter is dressed," he told her.
"From now on, you will see to it that she has the prettiest, sexiest
underwear. Very feminine, very sexy. Nothing of cotton. Sexy little dresses
and miniskirts, too. No pants or shorts. I want to be able to see her pretty
panties peeking out underneath her skirt. Understand?" "Yes, Master." "The
same for you girls," he ordered April and Brenda. "Yes, Lord." He began with
Shelly, exploring her tiny body, his hands roving everywhere. She giggled
and squirmed in pleasure. Her mother looked on, beaming with pride as he
used her. Jim showed the little girl how to give him pleasure, which she did
awkwardly but eagerly. Soon he was fully erect and stiff. At his gesture,
Shelly stood, curtseyed, and said, "Thank you, Master, for letting me serve
you." Next was April. She knelt before him, giving careful and prolonged
oral service. Her cheeks were concave, betraying the powerful suction that
she was applying to Jim's cock. With slow, even strokes, she sucked him. For
April, the entire universe consisted only of Jim's cock and her mouth and
tongue. Her mind was focused on only one goal: giving pleasure to that
throbbing member. Nothing else mattered, nothing else existed. April's head
bobbed, her cheeks slightly expanding when Jim's cock pushed them outwards.
Her lips were clamped around the shaft like tight rubber rings. She made
muffled little sounds of delight, mixed with the liquid noises of her
service. April gave head for about thirty minutes. She could not tire, could
not feel any fatigue or boredom: she would have continued until she passed
out, or until commmanded to stop. Jim felt himself about to come. He waved
April away. She rose, curtseyed, and with a smile thanked her Master for
letting her serve. Then it was Brenda's turn. Brenda rode Jim's cock,
bouncing up and down on his rigid member. Like Becky, she was being
programmed as she flounced on his shaft. She cried, "OH! Yes!
OH!...eek...Master, My Master...Please...take me! OH! Use
me!...uh...uh...Yes, I understand...I must...AH! OH!...Master...", as Jim's
programming pulsed ever deeper into her mind in time with her wildly
bouncing little ass. At last, with a groan, Jimmy filled her slick love
tunnel, as he set his final controls in her mind. She came at the same
instant, screaming, "MY MASTER! TAKE ME!" Then the spent teenager slumped,
still impaled on his cock, mumbling of her devotion and desire to serve him
forever. He had the girls clean him up, and they left the store. The staff
was programmed as his agents, ready to notify him of prime candidates for
enslavement. He sent the new slaves home. He'd pick them up later, after his
confrontation with the enemy. In the sixth mall, he hit pay dirt. The
middle-aged manager of the "Little Lady Boutique" showed clear signs of
mind-tampering, which was not Gavin's nor Jim's. He read her carefully,
seeing the evidence of her re-programming, and the left-over signature of
Gavin, which had not been completely erased. Jim took her, opening her mind.
He rummaged through it, searching for any clue to the identity of the
mystery woman. Ah hah! A name: Rachael Minden. Something else: she had
bought something in the store before programming the manager. He ordered the
woman to find the records of the sale. An address in another city. Before he
left, he restored her original programming, eliminating Rachel's
alterations. Jim commandeered a car and driver and was soon drawing close to
Gavin. He could tell that his teacher was in great distress, under powerful
mental assault. As he came nearer, Jim could see that Gavin was close to
yielding to the attack. He subtly, stealthily, injected a tendril into
Gavin's mind, feeding strength to him and a single thought: "I am coming."
Soon, he stood before a huge house, similar to Gavin's. It looked, from the
outside, like a normal home of a very wealthy family. Jim constructed
fields, letting them sweep over the house. The first was an invisibility
field, which would make him invisible to all within. The second was more
subtle, designed to cause someone to come to the front door and open it. "I
wonder what's outside, better go and look," was the pattern. He approached
the front door. A young man, obviously one of the local male slaves, opened
the door. He was muscular and handsome, and wore only a G-string. Jimmy
entered his mind, brutally but efficiently programming it to serve HIM
rather than his former Mistress. His new servant led him into the house and
gave him directions to the place where Gavin was being held. Jimmy slipped
into the room. His new slave stood outside. There was Gavin, naked,
sweating, bound to a table. Rachel sat nearby, eyes on Gavin. "You must
break eventually," she told him. "You are remarkably strong, stronger than I
thought, but no match for my Amplified mind. Soon you will yield and become
my slave and then you will know real pain." Jimmy looked at her. She was
wearing a Shield. It was in her necklace. The Amp she used was not as
efficient as Jimmy's new one; it was built into a large belt buckle. Jimmy
prepared a powerful mental thrust, designed to disable her and render her
helpless to resist. But first he must disable the Shield. He reached out to
his new slave, who entered the room quietly and silently approached her. The
slave stood by her side. "Yes, Philip? What is it?" she said testily. "I
told you all not to disturb me here!" "Pardon, Mistress," said the slave,
"but I have a message for you." "Do not distract me! All right, what is it?"
"Mistress..." he leaned close, then grabbed the necklace and jerked. It came
away and he began to run. Her mind reached out and the slave died, crumpling
to the floor still holding the broken Shield. Before she could move, Jimmy
released his attack. A white-hot beam of mental energy speared into her
unprotected mind. She was shocked, unprepared for the attack. She fought
back, but her defenses were already collapsing. In moments, he had locked
her mind, rendering her helpless to resist. She was not enslaved--yet--but
could not defend herself nor attack. Jim turned to Gavin, who was slumped in
exhaustion. He cut his bonds. "Are you all right?" "I...I..think so. Give me
a moment." Slowly, Gavin sat up, then looked over at Rachel, still
struggling under Jimmy's binding. Together, they entered her mind and
enslaved her, making her their willing servant. They erased whole sections
of memories, beliefs, and emotions, replacing them with ones of their own
choosing. Rachel was no longer a feminist but a willing submissive slave,
jointly owned by Jimmy and Gavin. Jimmy released the binding. Rachel fell to
her knees. "My Masters!" she simpered. "Remain here," Jimmy ordered. "You
will speak to no-one, and will not use the Power on anyone unless ordered to
by one of us." "Yes, Master." Now they explored the house. The found dozens
of beefcake slaves, men dressed like the one Jim had encountered. They put
them all to sleep. Then they found their former harems, occupying one wing
of the house. Jimmy's heart sunk. All the work, all the careful programming,
they'd lavished on these girls was gone, removed by Rachel. The girls were
dressed "normally", i.e., no longer in skimpy lingerie. When they saw Jim
and Gavin, they screamed and tried to flee. Jim casually stopped their
panic. He and Gavin exchanged looks. "A lot of work to do here," he said. So
the two of them set about the job of returning each of the girls to her
former state, removing Rachel's commands and re-inserting their own. It took
several weeks, but soon the girls were all re-programmed as loving sex toys;
dressed once again as was fitting in transparent garments and silky undies.
The male slaves were gone; returned to their previous lives. For Rachel, a
special punishment. They both used her well and repeatedly. She was ridden
and used by her new Masters, as the entire harem looked on. She begged for
degradation and humiliation, and these requests were granted. When they were
through with her, Gavin reprogrammed Rachel yet again. He removed her Power,
rendering her harmless and unable to control anyone. She literally forgot
she had ever had the Power, and everything about its use. He limited her
intelligence to roughly that of an intelligent dog. She could talk, in a
limited vocabulary, but could neither read, write, or do the simplest of
arithmetic. Next, while holding her in thrall, under an Amp, Gavin, in a
powerful voice of command, said to her: "From this moment on, you are a
total slut. You will desire sex with every man you see. You will offer
yourself to anyone, no matter how repulsive or ugly. And you will crawl,
debase yourself, perform any humiliating act, to obtain sex. Do you
understand, Slut?" "Yes...I must have sex..." "Next, Slut, you will find
that you are consumed by a desire to eat shit and drink urine. These will
taste delicious to you, the most wonderful food you've ever had. You will
beg men to feed you their waste, and thank them profusely whenever they do."
He released her. "Now go. Wander the streets. Forget this place, this house,
even your own name. Never return." Rachel wandered out the door, a dim look
of confusion on her face.· The assembled slave girls applauded and giggled
at Rachel's humiliation. "_Clever_ Master!" chuckled one of Gavin's sex
toys. "That'll teach HER," Gavin remarked. The two men settled in to a
comfortable routine of pleasure. They trained their slaves, using them and
refining their programming. They added new slaves, one or two a week.
Occasionally they went on trips to schools or malls, places where young
girls gathered. Once or twice they conducted extravagant orgies, where
hundreds of young girls submitted their minds and bodies to the wills of the
two Masters. For the permanant slaves, life was a continual, dreamy slumber
party combined with periodic bouts of intense sexual service. Jim was happy.
Now at Eighth Level, he felt he would soon equal or surpass his tutor in
power. Nearly every mental ability was at his command. Since he'd reached
Eighth, he could reach out with his mind and enter anyone's mind, no matter
how far away. He could control a subject's body as if by remote control,
seeing through their eyes, hearing through their ears; every one of their
senses belonging to him. He could also reprogram minds at a great distance,
no longer needing to be in close proximity to the subject. Now women and
girls rushed to offer themselves to a Master they'd never even seen, under
his invisible control. Now parents brought their beautiful daughers to him,
unbidden, to be enslaved and used. Jim's harem now exceeded one hundred
young girls, aged from six to twenty. Gavin's was even larger. Again, they
adopted separate residences, in order to have space for the worshiping herds
of females they commanded.


