Chapter 5: Return to Witch Mountain

July 24th - July 28th, 1989

Our flight took us to Miami where we would spend the night in order to catch an early morning flight to Columbia. We spent the evening mixing business with pleasure - mostly Charles’s pleasure - by going to a high-end strip club owned by a voice he knew.

My first strip club. I admit I enjoyed the scenery and the lap dances, but I didn’t join Charles in the backroom to sample the fresh meat. While I had waited for Charles, I was shocked when I was offered a couple of lines of coke by a girl only a couple of years older than me. I didn’t even have to verbally decline her offer from her seeing it on my face. I left to go back to the hotel shortly after that.

The next morning, I joined Charles for breakfast, where I tried to help Charles get a handle on his voice’s new strength.

“No, not like that,” I moaned as Charles tried to use brute force with his new increase of telepathic strength to penetrate my shield. “You have to be a lot more subtle.”

“I don’t need to practice being subtle, Joey,” he said with difficulty. “I have a lifetime of experiences in being subtle. What I need now is practice control of my new strength.”

“All right, all right,” I said, throwing up my hands and then checking the time. “We have twenty minutes left before we have to check out and head for the airport. How do you want to do this?”

“Hmmm ... Let me see...” he said as he stopped his assault on my mental barriers and scanned the surrounding area.

When his expression changed to amusement, I quickly traced where his telepathic focus was and rolled my eyes at finding two young women digging their hands into each other’s clothes as they kissed passionately.

“If you try something like that while we’re in Venezuela, we’re toast,” I said as I began undoing his commands in their heads.

“What the fuck,” I said after finishing my cleansing work and discovered they were still at it.

“Remember Joey. You have to be more subtle,” Charles said with amusement. “You removed my commands, but you didn’t check their long term memories for tampering.”

I did as he implied, and after three tries, I still hadn’t found any obvious signs of tampering. I did find the reason they were currently moving into a sixty-nine position, but their distant memory of having had a lesbian experience before simply didn’t feel ... unnatural. Well, besides the fact that they both had the exact same memory of the exact same girl, that is.

“How did you...”

“Like I said. A lifetime of experience at being subtle,” he said as he let his mind wander again.

Instead of him practicing his control, I ended up practicing how to implant a memory into a person’s long term memory without it sticking out. There was a particular procedure to follow which is what I practiced applying, but I saw what he meant about a lifetime of experience at being subtle. He found every one of my implanted memories easily, yet I only found one of his, and that was by chance more than skill.

On the way to the airport, I did help Charles gauge his control over his additional telepathic strength. He was having a lot of trouble keeping his focus on a particular mind, and whenever he used a command on someone, it was like he shouted it at them rather than discretely emitting it. I suppose he had always had to use his abilities at full strength for them to work before being linked with me, and it was a hard habit to break.

I was surprised to find we were boarding a modern commercial airplane for the flight to Barranquilla, for the plane Kain had taken me down to Venezuela on had been a much smaller and older plane. Of course, now that I think of it, that memory with Kain was implanted. It never actually happened that way. But still, it had to come from somewhere, hadn’t it?

Charles continued practicing his control on the passengers, surprisingly agreeing to limiting his exercises to simple itching sensations or other innocent everyday things.

About an hour after we took off, however, Charles suddenly jerked in surprise, saying, “I don’t believe it.”

“What? Something wrong?”

“No. Just the contrary,” he said, nodding his head towards a middle-aged stewardess. “Scan her and see if you can find anything unusual about her.”

I hesitated at the nature of his request, but did it anyway and didn’t find anything at all.

Charles was smiling when I turned to report, and before I could say a word, he said, “You found nothing. Good. Now, if she was, say, twenty years younger and you were checking out the stewardesses for a suck and fuck, would you be tempted by her?”

I suspiciously rescanned her mind, checking her for her sexual details and practices, and quickly concluded, “Not on your life.”

“Oh? Why?”

“She’s a regular slut. She wears her panties out just from all the times she raises and lowers them. Never uses protection, she keeps a steady supply of penicillin with her. I’d rather French kiss a cow’s butt than contract the latest VD she’s got.”

“Excellent. Truly excellent,” Charles purred to himself before motioning to the woman and saying, “Stewardess, I need servicing.”

“Yes, may I help you?” she said with a slight Spanish accent.

“Yes, would you do me a favor and service my cock with your slutty mouth?”

“Excuse me?” she said with shock and offense while the woman next to me also turned toward us with surprise.

“I ... I ... I don’t understand,” he said as I made them forget what he had said. “I must have forgotten something.”

“Do you need something, sir?” she said with the sound of stretched patience in her voice.

“No, go away,” he said, waving his hand while deep in thought.

“What was that all about?” I asked once she went to attend someone else.

“Oh, I wish mother was here,” he sighed before looking at me and adding, “She always did remember things better than I did.”

“Remember what?” I asked.

“That was Maria,” he said, nodding his head towards the stewardess. “She was my first ... enslavement after I left Venezuela when I was eighteen. I spent weeks programming her before sending her back to her own life to test how my alterations would hold up. I lost track of her, though, and didn’t think I’d ever see her again.”

“What programming?” I asked as I scanned her much more closely, looking for any signs of commands buried beneath two decades of her life.

“You won’t find anything Joey unless I remember my trigger and use it on her,” he assured me. “Of course, if you followed her around and watched her mind carefully, you would realize her mind conjures up all sorts of interesting sexual experiences that never actually take place.”

“You mean, she’s not really...”

He patted his crotch and said, “This is the only cock which has ever been in that whore’s cunt.”

He then lit up and said, “That’s what’s missing,” he said as he unbuckled his pants and unzipped his fly.

“Joey, lean over my lap and pretend you’re sucking me,” he said.

I gave him this look that basically said ‘no way in hell’, but he just smiled and said, “You don’t have to touch it. Just lean over and I’ll do the rest. Trust me.”

He had this twinkle in his eyes that I’ve seen in Tim’s when we’re having fun doing something secret together, so I looked around with just my eyes to make sure no one else was watching, then leaned over and waited.

“Make some sucking sound when she comes over,” he said while I avoided his cock from hitting me in the face as it bobbed up just a bit.

The damn thing slapped me on the right cheek when he turned around slightly to call her over again, but after he turned back, he whispered, “Here she comes,” so I started making slurping sounds like he had asked.

“Yes?” I heard her slightly agitated voice say.

“Yes, could you do my mother a favor and service my cock with your slutty mouth?”

“Why certainly, sir. I AM here to service you.”

Looking up at her, I couldn’t tell anything was different, but when I scanned her mind...

“Holy shit,” I gasped as I discovered what had to be one of the most complex rats I had ever seen. “You did that?”

“Not bad for a weakling voice, eh?” he said as he lightly scanned her mind like running his fingers over an old familiar instrument.

“It’s ... It’s ... Very impressive,” I said as I focused my mind on the mechanism which controlled her subconscious and generated her imaginary slutty life.

“Joey, would you mind sitting up so Marie can take your place?” Charles said humorously.

“Uh, yeah,” I said as I realized his dick was touching my cheek again and sat up in a flash.

“Marie, you may service me now,” Charles said as he sat back and relaxed.

“Yes, master,” she said with overwhelming excitement.

I was so immersed in the sophistication and the fine details of her programming that I didn’t hear what Charles said to me a few minutes later, so he waved his hand in front of my eyes to get my attention.

“Sorry. What did you say?”

“I asked you if you wanted her to service you while I fuck her virgin ass.”

“What, here?”

“Why not? Just do that blanket thing, and we can see what twenty years of being a virtual slut does to a woman’s performance.”

“Yeah, sure. Just...” I began before Suzi’s face popped into my head.

“On second thought, thanks for offering, but...”

“Oh come now, Joey. Do you really think Suzi will mind something as little as a blowjob?”

“Mr. Grodmen, I appreciate what you’re saying, but I mind. Suzi’s the only one for me.”

“Very well. But Joey, do me a favor.”

“Sure. Blanketing the crowd now.”

Charles squeezed my arm with his hand to make me look at him, then he said with a slight smile, “Please don’t call me Mr. Grodmen again. It makes me feel ... Old. Call me Charles, all right?”

I grinned at him and said, “Okay, Charles. And you can fuck her brains out anywhere in the plane now without anyone noticing a thing.”

“Thank you. Marie, take off your clothes and get on your hands and knees in the aisle.”

“Yes, master,” she said as she struggled to stand up after having crammed her body between his legs and the seats.

Charles did have style when it came to fucking his fuck slaves. I mean, I’ve fucked quite a few slaves myself, and the biggest problem I had was when it got old after fucking the fifth or sixth girl a certain way. I remember going through an ass fucking phase where that’s all I wanted to do, but once I had gotten my fill, I never really found it all that great again. Okay, so a nice tight ass is a nice change after fucking a lot of pussy, but I get really tired of ass if I do it more than two or three times a month or so.

But Charles was an ass man. He loved fucking women’s asses, especially women who loved getting fucked in the ass that naturally all his slaves were programmed to be. Charles was good at it too, but that was probably because of all the experience he’s had at doing it.

Yeah, I can see why Samantha liked him. She loved getting fucked in the ass almost as much as getting fucked in the pussy. I find it strange that neither of them had perverted their ass fucking pleasures to some form of analingus, but I suppose even they have their morals about some things. Tim laughed when I told him that.

I tuned them out after Charles had skillfully loosened her up with his finger and worked his seven-inch cock into her virgin rose. I spent the hour while they fucked in the aisle scanning the minds of the other stewardesses, finding two of the four had encountered telepaths before, one having purposely made the woman pregnant with his child before letting her go without any recollection of that month of her life.

Those two women’s programmers were complete amateurs compared to what Charles had done with Marie. I was actually in awe of his skill when Charles had satisfied himself with her performance, made some very dramatic changes in her main controls, then reactivated her mind’s cloak and watched her walk off without a trace of those same controls having ever been there.

So when he sighed unhappily after washing up and sitting down beside me, I said, “Don’t tell me she disappointed you?”

“Hmmm?” he said, bringing his attention back from somewhere far away. “Who, Marie?”

“Yeah, who else?”

“No, she was excellent. Truly excellent,” he said sadly.

“Then why the long face?”

He shrugged slightly before saying, “I just wish my mom could have seen her. She would have been so proud of me.”

It took me a few moments to absorb that, then said, “Well, if it helps any. You sure impressed the hell out of me.”

He looked somberly at me while tears welled up in his eyes, then he said, “Thanks, Joey. I just wish I could hear my own son say something like that.”

Charles looked away from my surprised expression to recompose himself, and despite feeling I should say something either in Tim’s defense or just to comfort the silly man, I remained silent and just continued scanning the minds of the other passengers for anything interesting.

Rosalind, the woman sitting on the other side of me, was returning from her trip to the states which was her fortieth birthday present to herself. The interesting thing about her was the fact that she was very interested in me personally, yet was cursing her luck for having to sit right next to me where she couldn’t watch me unobserved like she could if she had been sitting across the aisle a row or two behind ours.

Rosalind was strongly attracted to young muscular American men, and in fact, her whole vacation had been spent hopping from one male stripping club to another. I traced her memories back to when a young muscular American man saved her from a mudslide when she was about nine or so and had spent two days and nights with the man while he tried in vain to find her parents who had been buried alive in the slide.

Roger, the man who had saved her life, spent the rest of his two weeks in Columbia with Rosalind as he tried to ease the pain of losing her family. During that time, he infected her with her fascination for the US and bodybuilders, and even though she felt deeply betrayed by him when he dumped her off at the orphanage before going back to the US, she never felt safer than when she was within Roger’s bulging arms.

Rosalind married an American bodybuilder ten years older than she when she was only seventeen, and the marriage lasted almost two years before it ended rather nastily. After that, she went back to Columbia, and while having a few other flings with several men her ex had introduced her to, she never married again and now the strip bars was as close as she can get with her age and very little cash to tip them with.

Her discomfort at being so close to me made me uncomfortable as well, but after about twenty minutes had gone by, I was grateful for when Charles asked me to help him practice his control again as it took my mind off her presence for a while.

Charles and I spent probably two hours working on tempering his wild power, and despite it having drained us both, Charles didn’t hesitate to call Marie over and had her and another woman about twenty-three take turns riding his cock in the middle of the aisle.

I dozed off after Charles had finished his fuck, and I’m not sure how long I slept, but when I woke up, I was leaning up against Rosalind who’s hand was leaving my chest.

Curious to see how far she would go, I feinted sleep and waited nearly ten minutes before her hand crept back across my chest to feel its way down to my tummy.

She felt my muscle tone through my light T-shirt, her breath barely audible to me as her excitement increased the longer she probed. At least three times, I thought she was about to feel her way down to my crotch, but she never did, and I was actually slightly disappointed she didn’t when she finally pulled her hand back and sat still as best she could.

I continued to wait to see if she would try anything else, but dozed off again and didn’t awaken for another half hour or so. By the time I woke up, I had moved away from her supportive shoulder and wasn’t in physical contact with her anymore.

I went to the bathroom to take a leak, then when I returned, I struck up a conversation with Rosalind, I speaking in my broken Spanish, and she speaking in her broken English.

She was very interested in my life, particularly in my workouts, and despite having reserved feelings about her fondling of my muscles in my sleep, I went ahead and let her feel my arms while I tensed them, and generally had a pleasant conversation with her until Charles woke up and decided it was time for another fuck.

Charles and I had a slight disagreement about that, for I felt he needed to slow down since we couldn’t really indulge in a quick fuck at every town we stopped at if we were to stay inconspicuous.

But Charles swore up and down he was just getting it out of his system while he had the chance, and he pointed out that no one was going to dig out what he did with Maria. I had to admit he was right.

So while Charles fucked Marie in the aisle again, the smell of their sex became thick in the air around them. Even though Rosalind’s mind completely ignored the sights, sounds, even the vibrations they made beside her, her body was very aware of their scent.

Shit, my body was very aware of it too, and with Charles’s three fucks and my own digging into the sex lives of several other passengers, I was pretty fucking horny myself.

“Senior Joey,” Rosalind suddenly spoke just as Charles came with a grunt and a groan. “Could you, ah, assist me with, ah, with my, ah ... remojado tapón?”

“Your what?” I said, not familiar with her words.

“Please, come...” she said, standing up and motioning me to follow.

“I don’t think...” I began, then looked around nervously and followed her anyway.

Not surprisingly, she lead me to the bathroom, and even though I was feeling very uncomfortable about being in close quarters with this older woman who had the hots for guys like me, I felt ... obliged to comply with her requests until she went too far.

“What is a remojado tapón?” I said once we were in the bathroom with the door shut.

Rosalind began having a serious reality check and immediately started apologizing for misleading me and that I should go before she couldn’t stop herself.

“Stop yourself? From what?” I said, feinting naivete.

“From taking advantage of you, you mucho sex boy,” she sighed, her hands reaching out to my belly before stopping and returning.

“You mean you like my muscles, huh?” I said, hiding my evil grin as I pulled my shirt over my head.

“Please, señor Joey. I am ... powerless to resist my temptations,” she said as her right hand gently touched my left breast.

“Hmmm ... what kind of temptations?” I said, standing still while she began feeling my chest and stomach with her shaking hands.

“Oh, señor ... Very pleasurable temptations...” she moaned as she ran her hands down my shorts and thighs, then dragged her ample chest up against my lumpy crotch and lightly kissed the hair just above my belly button once, twice, and then a third time.

When her tongue slipped into my belly button, I put my hands on my hips, closed my eyes and let her lose herself in her temptations without having to say or do anything.

She took her time exploring my chest and stomach with her mouth and tongue while slowly coaxing my shorts down my legs with her hands inside them. I had no idea when she had taken off her top and bra, but when she had my shorts and underpants down past my knees, I nearly fell over from the first touch of her hot, sweaty breasts against my cock’s head.

Shit, I had never had a woman use her breasts to explore my body like that before. Rosalind’s tits were like loose mounds of hot velvety flesh in her hands, and after she rubbed my chest, stomach, legs and face with them, she wrapped those two knockers around my cock and jerked me off with them, catching every drop on her chest and spreading it around with them.

While I was still a bit dazed from my release, Rosalind arose slowly while pressing her cum covered breasts against my sweaty skin, shocking me back to reality when her face closed in for a kiss.

I guess I was slightly repulsed by her age. I mean, she was old enough to be my mother for God’s sake.

Anyway, she saw it in my face and jerked away at the last moment, then as she scrambled for her bra, she said shakily, “Please, go! I do not wish you to see my shame!”

I was still in shock a little and didn’t respond right away, but then she turned and said, “GO! Please?!” while her left strap slipped from her hands and exposed her breast again.

“I...” I sputtered, completely unsure what to do or say.

“Go?” she said while sagging to her knees, about to burst out in tears.

“No,” I said uncertainly, “I’m sorry, Rosalind. I ... Shit.”

I reached down, pulled her up to her feet, then kissed her gently with just a little tongue before pulling back and saying, “You’re mucho sexy woman, it just took me a moment to see how much of one you really are.”

She carefully pulled herself away from my grasp, then turned her back towards me and said, “You say this because you feel guilty. I am old, you are young. I took advantage, and now I...”

“Shit, Rosalind. Who took advantage of who? I just had one of the most erotic ... shit, I don’t even know what to call it. Besides, I pretty much knew what you had in mind when you brought me in here. Especially after feeling me up while you thought I was asleep.”

“So now I am fool as well as old...” she sighed pathetically, yet still not attempting to dress while she stood there with her back towards me.

“You’re no fool, and you’re not old,” I said, carefully embracing her from behind, purposely flexing as many muscles as I could that made direct contact with her skin. “If you were, my cock no sea tan duro como una roca, sí?”

She felt my hard cock pressed up against her clothed buttock, and after giving her a few kisses on the neck and cheek, she returned them with a frisky tonguey one of her own.

“Okay?” I asked her after she broke off the kiss and hugged me with exploring hands on my back and ass.

“Si, mucho gracias,” she sighed before giving my cock one last feel and stepping away to get dressed.

We went back to our seats separately and didn’t say much the rest of the flight. But after we landed, I gave her kiss on her cheek goodbye that brought a smile to her lips and I think added some pep in her steps as she walked away.

“Ahhh...” Charles said, stretching his arms out in the Colombian sun once we had left the terminal heading for our rental car. “I’ve forgotten how invigorating the weather here is.”

“Invigorating?” I said, wiping the sweat out of my eyes. “It’s so fucking humid. I think I’m already pruning up.”

“Oh come now, Joey,” he said as he unbuttoned his casual button-down shirt. “When I was your age, I didn’t mind the humidity at all. When mother and I got warm, we’d take off our shirts and tie them around our waists. Actually, most of the time we never bothered to put them on.”

“If I didn’t wear a shirt, I’d be scorched by dusk. I peeled like crazy for a week last year.”

“But you were golden brown after that, weren’t you?”

“I guess, but we don’t have time for me to shed my skin. We have to find Tim as soon as we can, remember?”

Charles sighed, then said, “Yes, of course. You’re right. This isn’t a vacation, after all. Something about just being here. So many fond memories.”

We reached our rental car, and after I tossed my coin and he called it, I took the keys and got in the driver’s seat.

“So how many times have you come back after leaving the first time?” I asked after starting the car and pulling out.

“Only twice,” he said. “A couple of months after they made me free Sam, I took her male slaves she had bought from Gladius back. I witnessed Joy’s and Honey’s birth while I was there, and Greggory - that’s the Gladius you know’s first name - offered them to me saying his father would have wanted me to have them. I didn’t really want them at the time, but in many ways, Gladius was like a father to me. So I accepted the offer, then six years later, I went back, went through the bonding ritual, and they’ve been with me ever since.”

“You miss them,” I simply said.

“Of course I do. They were my girls. I miss them as much as I do my mother. But despite what Tim thinks, they’re gone. The two women who I banned to live in my English mansion are not the two girls I raised, and I doubt even Gladius could bring them back. They were ... unique.”

“Are you okay? I’d like to ask you some questions.”

“I’ve been dealing with my mother’s death and having let the twins be taken from me for a year now. Go ahead and ask, Joey. I’ll be all right.”

“Okay, but just say if you want to stop a while, ‘kay?”

After he nodded, I asked, “When did Gladius er ... Senior die?”

“Right before I left. That was the biggest reason I left. I wasn’t exactly on best terms with Greggory. In fact, I was somewhat an outcast among the other voices. If Gladius Senior hadn’t taken such a liking to me, I probably wouldn’t have been allowed to leave after he died but enslaved as a toy instead. I owe a lot to that old man. He taught me a lot before his death.”

“You know, Greggory made everyone believe Tim was a really weak voice when he was Nathan. I wondered why he had done that when Tim’s probably as strong or maybe even stronger than any of the other voices there. It can’t be just a coincidence, could it?”

Charles shrugged, then said, “I don’t know. Gladius Senior took pity on me because my father didn’t appreciate me just having the gift and personally helped me develop my techniques to the best of my abilities would allow. I didn’t participate in the activities the other teen voices, and Greggory probably treated me the best among them, but he never respected me as a voice until after his father died and he took his place as ‘Grandfather’.”

“Any idea why he did afterward?”

“Maybe because we had both lost our fathers about the same time. Or maybe the responsibilities his father left for him made him grow up a little more. All I know now is that he took my son, he took my girls, and I’m nearly positive he was responsible for my mother’s death.”

“So, you’re out for revenge as much as to rescue Tim?”

He looked at me with a slightly surprised expression, then snorted and said, “Revenge? No. Revenge is for children who don’t know any better. All I desire, besides getting Tim back, is to know why. WHY he betrayed them like that.”

When he didn’t add anything to that, I considered asking why he felt there was any trust there to betray in the first place, but then I suspected it must have something to do with what Tim couldn’t tell me before.

So I changed gears a little and asked, “What was the bonding ritual?”

“You mean for the twins?” he asked with a slight grin. “Joey, if I told you that, I’d have to kill you.”

My response was just a simple, “Heh,” but then he looked at me with this amused yet serious expression...

“You’re serious?” I said with a start.

“Yes, but if it helps any, I don’t actually consciously remember it myself. If someone ever tries to force it from me, my options are to either die or kill them if I am unable to stop them. It’s just part of the twin’s package, you see.”

“So, is there anything you can tell me about it without one of us dying?” I half joked.

“I suppose so, but it may only be relevant to my specific case and not other twins and their masters.”

“Like?” I prompted.

“Joy and Honey had to absorb all their empathic knowledge in their first six years of their life without being able to test their knowledge until after they were shipped to me. When I first received them, they were a pair of expressionless, personality-less, obedient pets, and for several years I treated them as such until they began taking on the personalities of a pair of hounds I used to have.

“They were nothing to me back then. Just two mindless slaves too young for me to enjoy, but worth keeping around for when they matured. They were about nine when I first took a little more interest in them after they gave me a superb blowjob after years of their mouths being too small to take anything more than my head in. I suppose you could say they grew on me after that. By the time they were thirteen and capable of fucking me like I had always envisioned, they were more than just girls to me. They were my girls.

“So, I waited. Two years later, I found I had a son and planned to have the twins break themselves in on him, both physically and with their empathic brainwashing skills. I’m still not sure what it was about Tim that stopped them from completing their ... task. It certainly was nothing that Tim said or did that night. It must have been something they felt from within him.”

“Charles, have you actually ever, you know ... fucked Joy or Honey?”