Chapter 1: Nathan, My Best Amigo

June 13th - June 15th, 1988

Puffy white clouds hang high in the sky, casting shadows on the fields of grass surrounding a road, a peaceful and quiet scene. A car - a familiar red car - approaches from the distance, then pulls up beside me.

I’m sitting in my Mustang and finding myself looking Tim in the eyes as Eric silently gets out of his car without a word.

I hear a count down, “Three, two, one,” and instinctively push on the petal to make my car go, but my ears only hear the roar of Tim’s engine as we pull out.

I knew I was going to beat him again, even though he kept getting further ahead with each shift. Right on cue, the crossing lights came on as the train blew it’s horn, and I look over at Tim expecting to see his face whiten with fear.

But his eyes contained a look I had never seen before, fearless and bright, with just a touch of insanity to them. There was no doubt in my mind he wasn’t going to stop this time, and it was then my car’s speed started to decline. As the train’s whistle blew its long wails and the crossing light dinged in my ears, I struggled in vain to get my car back up to speed.

I nearly missed seeing his car jerk up slightly from the dip in the road by the track as mine slowed to a stop. My eyes locked on and zoomed in to watch the distance between the onrushing train and the side of his car close faster than I could even blink.

I was then standing right there by the tracks, witnessing the exact spot where the train first touched the side of his car. Just as the impact crushed the passenger side door, I heard Tim exclaim, “Damn it! You won again!”

The next instant, I was hurled into the air from the explosion of flames and noise, my body becoming lighter and less distinct, and then I heard Eric’s distant anguished cry...

“Noooooooooo!”

I woke up with a start, my heart pounding as it took me a few moments to take in my surroundings and recognize where the hell I was. Then I sat up slowly and threw my feet over the side of my bunk bed, wondering why my back was feeling so stiff and sore.

A voice from the lower bunk said, “You’re Joseph?”

I looked between my bare legs and feet to see a Latino guy about my age looking up at me before I said, “Yeah.”

“My name is Nathan. Grandfather said you require a voice to...”

“Link with, yeah,” I said, my heart starting to speed up again. “I take it you’re interested?”

“Si, but only if your link can strengthen my voice too.”

I jumped down to the warm marble floor, but because my legs were as stiff as my back felt, I ended up landing on my face instead of my feet.

Nathan didn’t move a muscle to help me, and the asshole was even laughing at me too, so I managed to moan a “Fuck you.”

As I struggled to get up, he finally helped me up while asking, “You have trouble with heights?”

I sat down next to him to recover and said, “Fuck, no. My legs are really stiff for some reason.”

“I have seen people have this problem before. It will go away in a day or so.”

“I take it you been living here a long time?”

“Si, half my life. I have voice, but it isn’t strong like the others. You help me get strong voice?”

“Well, we can try. I can’t promise anything, though. You want to try now?”

“Not yet. Questions first,” he said, moving to sit beside me. “How do you hide from me?”

“Huh? Oh, you mean how do I keep you from scanning me and stuff. Sorry, but I can’t tell you that. It protects me. Do you understand?”

“Si. I understand. So ... You like girls?”

“Shit. Yeah, I like girls.”

“You like to ... make girls fuck?”

“I’d like to do that, yeah.”

“You no keep? You let go afterward?”

“Probably. That’s the way I’ve done it in the past, but I might keep one or two girls a lot longer than the others I enslave.”

That seemed to trouble him a moment, but then he said, “Grandfather tell you rule?”

“Which one? He told me lots of rules.”

“Only one slave per voice. That rule.”

“Yeah, he told me.”

“Only girls. No boys. Grandfather said you like boys too.”

“No, I don’t!” I said, insulted. “Look! You want pussy, I want pussy. If we link, I’ll do what I want and you do what you want. If you can’t handle that, then I’ll find someone else to link with, understand? Any more questions? If not, I’m getting my dinner.”

“I apologize,” he said with sincerity. “My words are clumsy, and I do understand. You and I have this in common. I not strong enough to not do as others say. I wish only to be equal, not above. I wish to decide what I do instead of doing what others tell me. My word to you, I will not tell you what to do if you do not tell me what to do too.”

“I’ll agree to that,” I said, feeling more comfortable about him with that out of the way. “Anything else you want to ask?”

“Yes, just one.”

“Well? What is it?”

“Why are you here? Grandfather did not say, just you are not decided to stay yet.”

“That’s kind of a long story. I’m really hungry. Mind if I eat while we talk?”

He nodded and stood up, his own legs appearing little shaky, but not as much as mine were. I couldn’t understand why my legs and back were so stiff, but I forgot about it once I had left the barracks and headed for the food.

Shit, I guess it’s time to explain where the fuck I was in the first place. To put it simply, I was in the South American country of Venezuela as the guest and sort of patient of the man known as Gladius. Yeah, the guy who created the twins and shit like that.

Anyway, Gladius owns this ... I guess you could call it a town. Shit, it was more like a fortress since the entire place was surrounded by a huge stone wall that was guarded night and day. The population of this town was a mixture of all races and creeds, the largest amount being native Venezuelans. But the few telepaths who he employed and the empathic twins he bred were the only free-thinking people there. The rest were simply his slaves in which he uses to breed even more slaves.

I’m not sure if Gladius had found out about my ... Shit. Rebellion? Whatever you call dropping out of school, fighting with my parents and sister night and day until I just left and swore never to come back, all while constantly looking for ways to fuck up Tim’s life. Whatever that is, that’s what I had done, and after spending two weeks living on my own without speaking a word to any friends or family, I was only too happy to accept Kain’s offer to return to Venezuela with him to see if I’d like to work for Gladius in his keep.

Kain ... He’s this twenty-something Venezuelan guy who was supposedly in the states to kidnap this particular type of woman for some reason or another, and we bumped into each other when we both had been casing out the same chick named Michelle. I was at this diner at lunchtime looking for someone who felt something from my coin. Michelle walks in and sits down at the counter, so I leisurely sit down next to her and order a soda like I had been doing the last ten times I had tried it there.

We started talking, I showed her the coin and let her hold it, and after she failed the test, I was about to go when Kain sat down and asked if he could see it.

Shit. That scared me. I mean, either he was a coin freak like John or an experienced telepath who had at least seen another coin like mine before. I wanted to find someone who hadn’t developed their telepathy yet so I could trick them into letting me link with them. Once linked, I would enslave them before helping them develop their own abilities as much as I could. That had been my mistake with the two I linked with before. They had been defenseless against Sarah and Tim.

Kain immediately explained that he had been scanning Michelle while I was talking to her and became curious when he tried to scan me and found I could hide my thoughts from him. After a few nervous minutes, I relaxed finding he had no intention of taking my coin from me or enslaving me, and then after I explained what I had been doing and somewhat the reason why, he offered to take me to Gladius to work for him.

When I got there, though, Gladius himself told me he could not rely on me because I was “empathetically damaged” due to the improper conditions during my recovery from my empathic wipe. He gave me the choice of either permitting his girls to treat me or leaving his keep penniless and with no ticket home.

Shit, what else could I do? I didn’t know a word of Spanish and had come there without a passport or any other form of ID. My dad had tried to stop me from leaving home by burning my driver’s license and ATM card, and transferred the little money I had in my checking account to the savings account I couldn’t access until I was eighteen. But he didn’t hide his own wallet at night since it was kept next to his bed. I simply waited for my mom and dad to fall asleep, then snuck in and took all his cash and his ATM card which he didn’t know I knew the pin number to.

Anyway, I knew Gladius had me by the balls, and it scared the shit out of me thinking what he might do to me if I agreed to let those brainwashing bitches do their thing on me. I was absolutely against it until he offered to have one of his voices allow me to link with them. Between that and the fact that I was sure he was capable of enslaving me himself if that’s what he wanted to do, I agreed to his conditions and went somewhat willingly with Kain to begin the first of six “treatments”.

I was telling most of this to Nathan as I ate like a horse. I explained that I had finished the fourth treatment and had just woken up from sleeping off the effects of the two hour-long fuck.

Nathan grinned and asked me, “You like fucking Grandfather’s girls?”

“Shit, yeah. I know they do something to me to want it, but I still can’t help but get hard thinking about my next time. What about you? You ever fuck a twin?”

“All us voices get tested by Grandfather’s girls every three weeks, and if we fail their test, they “correct” us. None of us like that kind of fuck, and I’ve been corrected five times. Your fuck is different. I’ve never had that kind before.”

“Do any of the other voices get to have the good kind of fuck with them?”

“Kain does, and I think a few others have but they won’t tell. Do you feel any different from your treatments?”

“Yeah, I guess I do a little. I mean, I’ve only been here a week, and most of that time I’ve been either sleeping or eating or fucking. I haven’t had time to really find out if I’m feeling different than before. What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Have you fucked other than your treatments?”

“Huh? No, why?”

“Oh. I thought you fuck slave or something.”

“Why? Can’t you fuck the slaves any time you feel?”

“No. We only allowed to have one slave at a time, and not any of Grandfather’s. We have to find our own slaves outside. Gordon and Jonas take mine, and I am not strong enough to fight them. Maybe with link we can keep our slaves like the others do. All the voices have partner. All but me.”

I couldn’t help but feel a little sorry for him. Especially since I was pretty sure that Gordon was this twerp about fourteen. Shit, he was more of an asshole that a twerp. The first time he had seen me, he had instantly used his voice on me to try and make me get him a drink. I went along with it just so I could purposely dump it over his head, and after I did that, I filled him in on the fact that I was a guest and he better not fuck with me.

While I hadn’t actually been told that the others would get into trouble for messing with me, Gordon didn’t try anything like that again, but he had worked really hard to get around my self encrypting thoughts while I had been eating breakfast that morning.

Even though I had just slept for six hours, I was feeling really sleepy by the time I finished eating. I think I barely kept my eyes open long enough to make it back to bed before slipping into a deep sleep again.

The next morning I woke up feeling stiff and a little sore again, but not as bad as the day before. I wasn’t going to have another treatment until the next day, so I decided to do some exploring, having not seen much of the place except the courtyard where the food was served out, the barracks where I slept, and Kain’s lab where I went for my treatments.

I shared the barracks with fifteen or so men, but the only time they ever used it was at night. None of them ever spoke a word to me as they mechanically showered and climbed into bed every night around ten. After they got up at the crack of dawn and filed out to do their work in the fields, I had the whole place to myself until they returned that evening. They sort of reminded me of the Etas after a workout.

I’ll say this much for Gladius. He runs a tight ship. As I wandered around the town, every person over the age of three was hard at work in some fashion or other. Women were washing clothes, sewing clothes, making pottery, and taking care of the children who were too young to be in school.

Shit. School ... It wasn’t anything like a school I ever heard of. There were only two men and two women teaching at least sixty children between three and twelve, and besides Kain and Gladius, they were the only voices over the age of twenty. They were in the middle of their French lesson, but during the lesson, one of the men went over to this one girl and apparently gave her a pop quiz on blowjobs. Not the actual act, but verbally quizzed her, in French.

That’s pretty much when I knew the treatments hadn’t helped me a bit. I wanted that kind of power. I wanted to order a girl like that to suck me off, then fuck her up really, really bad before taking her mind and using her in every form of sex I could think of. Not a little girl, though. I wasn’t that kind of pervert.

I left the school building and started searching for Nathan yet continued to do some exploring too. Most of the buildings were simply housing for the slaves. The women’s sleeping quarters had two bedrooms separated from the bunk beds, but otherwise their uniform monotonous look was identical to the men’s bunkers like mine. The exception to this was the maternal wards where women with babies were given private rooms, showers, and other luxuries the others didn’t have.

The children’s quarters were pretty much smaller versions of the adults, but I was surprised to find they had play areas stocked with toys. I wondered if this meant that children required that kind of activity in order to grow up somewhat normal.

All those buildings I found to be empty, but several other buildings were in use like the one where the food was prepared, another where the laundry was done, some metal works, and a bunch of others which I didn’t bother to check out that looked pretty much the same.

I had no idea what Nathan or any of the other voices did all day. Kain had told me that there were thirteen teen voices working for Gladius, and they all had jobs to do during the day to earn their board and meals. I found it very strange that any voice would put up with such an arrangement, for they could have easily gone out and lived like kings instead of working seven days a week in that slave pit.

I was on my way back to the courtyard where they would be serving lunch when a guy appeared twenty yards behind me and started ordering me to do something in Spanish.

“I don’t speak Spanish, and I’m not one of these people,” I said, finding the guy was irritated at me for some reason.

I felt his mind try to command me to follow him, and I barely was able to hold him off before he stopped and frowned at me for a few moments.

Then he turned and whistled down to another guy in the distance, and I watched that one jog towards us with a grin on his face while the other motioned for me to follow him inside a rather large building I hadn’t tried.

“Holy shit,” I gasped, finding the building littered with nude women in an assortment of sexually inviting poses and positions. I looked over at the guy who I had followed, then mirrored his toothy grin just as the other guy came in.

The second guy asked the first something which I figured to be “What did you want?” then, in the middle of the response, the second guy said, “Ahhhh,” and looked at me with a grin spreading on his face.

“Welcome to the whore house. My name is Chris, and yours is Joseph, right?” the second guy said in perfect American English.

“Call me Joe. You’re American?”

“Yep. Born in Philadelphia, raised in Texas, but for the past three years, I’ve been working here. Do you like the scenery?”

“Fuck yeah. Is that all it is, though?”

“What?”

“Scenery.”

“Yes and no. These bitches are all owned by us, the male voices. You can’t fuck any of them unless the one who owns them allows it, but we generally will say okay if we get to do the same to yours. I take it you’re going to join us here?”

“I hope so. You know Nathan, right?”

“What, pipsqueak?” he laughed. “Yes, we all know him. Why?”

“I was looking for him, that’s all,” I said, sensing they wouldn’t like the real reason why.

I felt his mind touching mine in a probe.

I grinned at his confusion and said, “Sorry. No peeking.”

“Shit, I’ve never ... Well, if you want some free advice, I wouldn’t get too friendly with Nathan if I were you.”

“Why?”

“He’s desperate for a partner, that’s why. We all have a partner to rely on to watch our back and help each other when we need it. Peter’s my partner, and you’ll need one too if you don’t want to end up sucking someone’s big toe every night. Nathan’s a voice, but he’s so weak he’s worthless as a partner. You’d be better off joining us until someone else comes along. We could use the extra mind, not that we don’t do okay on our own.”

“Thanks. I’ll keep that in mind. But I’m not officially one of you yet. Gladius told Nathan to talk to me about something. Do you know where he is right now?”

“He’s in the medical building, probably playing doctor with some of the patients again.”

“Thanks. I’ll see you around, alright?”

“Sure. Just remember what I said, though.”

“I will,” I said, giving him a fake but convincing smile. “I don’t want to suck anyone’s toes.”

That fucker must have thought I was born yesterday or something. I mean, first, his “partner” tests to see how strong my defenses are, then he attempts to impress me with the whore house before ripping on Nathan and trying to talk me into joining their group. But I knew his game. I saw the grin he had on his face while jogging up to us. It had been one of those “he fell for it” kind of grins.

At least he didn’t lie to me about where Nathan was. I found him in the medical building, and it kind of startled me to find him there finger fucking a woman who wasn’t even conscious.

“Is that a new way to diagnose herpes or something?” I asked behind him, making him jump.

“I ... I...” he said, turning red.

“Shit, it’s cool, Nathan. I’m sure I’d do something like that too if I had the chance. Look. I’ve been doing a lot of thinking, and if you’re willing, I’d really like to do the link with you. But you have to promise me one thing.”

“What?” he said, before sticking his wet finger in his mouth for a taste.

“Shit. You’re so horny you’d fuck a dead cow, wouldn’t you? Shit. I want you to give me your word you won’t ever hide anything from me. We have to trust each other if we’re going to be partners.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Really. So what do you say?”

“I say yes. When do we do this link?”

“Well, right now if you want.”

“Will it hurt?”

“No.”

“Do I have to lay down?”

“No! Shit, all you have to do is let it happen when you feel me trying to form it with you. That’s it. No deposit required.”

“No deposit?”

“Never mind. Are you ready or not?”

He looked at me for a moment, then sat down in a chair by the door and nodded his head.

I swear my heart was pounding so hard in anticipation that I thought I was going to faint before I could form the link.

Shit. Just feeling the link gave me a such a woody that I had to adjust my cock in my shorts right there in front of Nathan. And when I felt the minds of the people around me, I was so fucking horny, I considered fucking the bitch who he had been playing with when I had come in.

Nathan asked, “That’s it?”

“That’s it. Do you feel any stronger?”

“Must test it,” he mumbled to me as he concentrated really hard.

Then his eye grew really wide, and he got really excited, exclaiming something in Spanish before hugging me like a fool.

I asked him once he had let me go, “Shit, what the fuck did you do to test it?”

“My slave is now mine again!” he exclaimed with glee. “Come, Joseph! Come and meet my sister! Then fuck her with me!”

“Your sister?” I said, shocked as he pulled me out into the hall. “You enslaved your sister?”

“Si. She was my fantasy. But for three years Jonas and Rico and now Gordon have kept me from having her and used her themselves. But now she is mine again. Thank you, Joseph. My gratitude is yours forever.”

“Shit.”

Shit was I horny. I was humping my shorts as I ran to the whore house with Nathan, and as soon as I was through the door, I took control of the first bitch I saw and had her undressing me while I took over the next one.

Nathan had been only interested in his sister and had immediately taken her with him upstairs. He didn’t know or care what I was doing. I had one sucking on my cock while I sucked on another’s tits and taking control of a third who then joined the task of the first.

Shit, I was like a kid in a candy store. When I finished taking the mind of the fourth and started on my fifth, I had the first three move out of the way so I could mount the fourth and start humping away. The other three began licking each other all over, then after I exploded inside the fourth, they joined the fifth and sixth in fighting the fourth for their fair share of my cum which was dripping out of her cunt.

I must have spent a good hour with those girls, fucking each one at least once, and fucked the fourth two more times because her cunt was so fucking hot. I completely forgot about Nathan until I was flat on my back and listening to the girls slurping each other out with my eyes closed.

“Oh no...” I heard his voice say from the other end.

“What’s the matter?” I asked, barely having the energy to sit up and look at him.

He was standing there at the other end of the hall with apparently his full-grown sister.

“Amigo, you have broken so many rules,” he said with forlornness.

“Oh? Which ones?” I asked, laying back down and closing my eyes again.

“You fucked them without permission from their masters, and right now they are committing a sin! Please, amigo. Make them stop their evil actions.”

“What are you talking about?” I said, opening my eyes and looking over at the six slurping girls. “They’re not committing a sin. They’re just pleasuring each other.”

“It is a SIN!” he cried as his sister attempted to soothe him by pulling his hard cock out.

“Looks like you like that kind of sin,” I said, grinning at him. “Let me guess. Gladius doesn’t like any kind of homosexual sex? Even when it’s girls doing it?”

“Please stop, amigo,” he groaned as I directed two of my fuck sluts to disentangle themselves from the group and approach Nathan and his sister with eyes trained on her.

“Oh, come on, Nathan,” I said grinning ear to ear. “She’s worked very hard to pleasure you, so the least you can do is let her be pleasured too. Look. See? She likes the feel of other sluts licking her neck and shoulders.”

Nathan groaned again and started humping his sister’s mouth from my sneaky stimulation of his balls and cock. He didn’t seem to be aware that you could control the body’s senses directly, for he only protected his mind and not his body. I considered the possibility that all the voices there believed all control was centered in the brain, but I quickly assumed that Nathan simply wasn’t experienced enough to learn that lesson yet.

We were interrupted by the door opening, then a voice exclaiming, “What the FUCK!”

Nathan and I both froze for a moment, then Nathan whimpered as he came and that spurred me into action.

Shit. It only took me a second to get around Leon Parkinson’s defenses, and I wasn’t even halfway turned around before I had put him in a dream state just on instinct. I had done it all without even thinking about it, and after I had turned around to face him, it took me a few moments to realize what I had done.

“Holy shit,” I said softly.

“Damn, I’m good,” I said proudly a moment later. “Look, Nathan. I ... Hey, it’s cool, Nathan. He’s in dreamsville.”

“Dreamsville?” Nathan said in a very small voice. “Amigo, we are in very bad trouble...”

“Trust me. I’ve had a lot of experience at covering up things like this. Shit, Nathan. Don’t you think you overdid it on the cock sucking bit?” I said noticing his sister was still sucking on his cock.

“Vera, go to our room and clean yourself up,” he said after looking down at her for a brief instance. “Joseph, do you understand we would be enslaved ourselves if we attempted to ‘cover up’ and it fail? Grandfather’s girls can detect such deceit ten feet away.”

“You’re just not very good at keeping your mind off of things you don’t want others to know about,” I said before realizing that was truly a problem.

I looked at him with a thoughtful gaze and asked, “Nathan, do you trust me?”

“Trust does not come easily to me,” he replied honestly. “I trust you more than the others, but not blindly so.”

“Leon,” I said to the eldest of the male teen voices as I turned around. “What would you do to us for using all these girls?”

“I wouldn’t have done anything until talking to the others.”

“And what do you think they would have done?”

“Probably enslave you two for a couple of days and play with you.”

“Wouldn’t Gladius get upset?”

“As long as the work gets done and we don’t break any of his rules, he lets us run things the way we like.”

“I see,” I said while scanning his open and defenseless mind. “Nathan, why don’t you go to your room and wait for me there. The less you see, the better, okay?”

“Si,” he said nervously. “You come to me when you finish?”

“Yeah, and don’t worry. Everything will be all right. Neither of us are going to be anyone’s toys. You can trust me on that.”

The first thing I did was to do some fancy encrypting on Leon’s memory concerning what he had seen coming in, then had him turn around and walk out before waking him up believing he had done what he had come there to do without any recollection of what had happened. It was pretty much the same kind of technique I had used on the girls I had used, and if Tim and Sarah both couldn’t uncover them without that empathic voodoo Tim had pulled, I figured none of these assholes had a chance to.

As far as the twins went, I guessed it was the other’s fear of being caught that tipped the twins off. But I didn’t fear the twins, and that was probably by their doing to make it easier to continue conditioning me. Besides, the rules I had broken were the other voices’ rules, not Gladius’s. I hadn’t known about his distaste for girl on girl sex.

I’m not a greedy man, but the idea of letting all those women go ... Well, if I was going to be caught for tampering with the other slaves, I figured I might as well have tampered with all of them. I really didn’t believe anyone would find out. It was probably a pretty stupid thing to do, but at that point I didn’t care. I spent almost an hour cleaning up their memories and encrypting my controls in their heads and leaving just a tiny rat to report to me if they hear something I should know about.

Nathan’s room was on the third floor of the building, and after getting off the elevator, I was really surprised at how nice the hallway was. The ground floor had been kind of dingy with low lights and no air conditioning, but the upstairs was nice and cool, brightly lit, looking more like a fancy apartment building than the dump it appeared to be downstairs.

There were four rooms on that floor, and after I knocked on the one I sensed Nathan was behind, I simply turned the knob and walked in from his reply to come in.

“Damn!” I exclaimed, finding his room was like a penthouse. “Do all the voices get a pad like this?”

“Si,” Nathan said softly and sleepily from the bed.

His sister was asleep with her head on his chest, and I took that opportunity to get a good look at her. She had a very pretty face, and I guessed her age to be around twenty or so. I was trying to see if they looked alike at all but was distracted by Nathan carefully slipping out of the bed.

“Amigo, you smell of sex. You must shower,” he said, walking to what I assumed was the bathroom.

I followed him and found a bathroom not quite as nice as Tim’s back home or the ones at Stan’s Palace, but it still was very. Nathan walked up to the toilet and started pissing right there in front of me, and I got this really weird feeling he was testing me somehow.