Chapter 5: Bewitched

July 2nd - July 12th, 1988

That Saturday, Nathan and I were a little nervous yet excited as we walked up the path leading up the hillside. We were following the other voices to participate in the Games, and when we entered the only area of the fortified town that was normally off-limits to everyone, I got more excited at the prospect of finding out what was up there.

The entire town sat on a leveled out area carved into the side of a mountain, and the fortified wall had been constructed using the rock that had been removed. The mountain above the village didn’t appear obviously steepened unless you were walking up one of the paths. The entire village sat above a number of cliffs that were specifically constructed to make it impossible for someone to reach the village except via one of three paths. There were cliffs above us too, including a huge cliff that stretched from below the village to above it on each side where the wall met the mountain’s slope. I could see another wall cutting across the mountain above us, and as we were climbing the grassy slope, we came close to the edge of the left cliff.

Shit. I was astonished at how far down it was when I got a clear look over the edge. I mean, from the distance inside the village, the walls on either side looked like they got shorter as they got closer to the mountain, but from the outside, the wall actually must get taller and taller where the wall on the inside ends and the slope continues to rise. It was incredible to me to see the amount of labor that must have had gone into cutting the edges of the mountain off and then using that to build the wall and buildings. You just couldn’t tell that kind of scale from the village because of the way the mountain gently sloped at first then suddenly became steeper where the walls ended.

In fact, until we had reached the steep part, I hadn’t noticed the wall above us. But as we began moving away from the left edge on a zig-zag like course upwards, I started noticing more and more details about that wall that kept making me increase its size in my estimations.

By the time we reached the level clearing where the game was to take place, most of the voices were out of breath, and even I was breathing rather hard from the thirty-minute journey. I was surprised to find that the girl voices didn’t take as long to recover as the guys did, however.

I wasn’t that impressed by the girls’ looks, not that I suppose the guys were any more handsome than the girls were pretty. But since I was the new voice, the girls were all studying me with their eyes and their minds.

I got tired of feeling their probes testing my boundaries, so while the other guys were busy preparing the two campfires at the center of the clearing, I walked up to the oldest of the female voices and introduced myself.

“We all know who you are,” she replied with a snort. “Just because you and that runt managed to break through Jonas’s and Gordon’s barriers, that doesn’t mean you’re hot shit. Since Vinh and Parkinson aren’t around anymore, you guys don’t have a chance in...”

Our lovely conversation came to an abrupt halt when Chris butted in saying, “Joseph, what the fuck are you doing?”

I barked, “What the fuck does it look like.”

“Come here,” he said while pulling me by the arm away from grinning bitch.

“What,” I said defensively when we were out of her earshot.

“That bitch over there, Janel, she’s trying to get in your head. Not telepathically, but ... Just don’t believe anything she says, okay? We have to stick together or they will make us miserable tonight.”

“In case you haven’t noticed, I can take care of myself. And from what I understood, it wasn’t a contest between guys and girls but every pair.”

“I know it’s not supposed to be, but it hasn’t been that way for a long time. Ever since Janel came along and got the rest of the girls to work together in beating us, we’ve had to work as a group first, then once we defeat them, we go at each other. Believe me, you don’t want the girls to win. We’re going to be really vulnerable having two newbies teamed together, so please, for all our sakes, work with us. We’ll give you a fair warning after the girls are defeated before we come after you. If you don’t believe that’s true, just remember we do this every Saturday. If we can’t depend on each other, we’ll always lose.”

“Now who’s trying to get in my head,” I said cautiously, looking him in the eyes before nodding my agreement.

“But if I suspect any foul play...” I added as I turned.

“We’ll all pay for it if you do. I give you my word we’re on the up and up.”

As I joined Nathan on a rock, he asked, “Joe, are you making deals without consulting me?”

“Wasn’t exactly a deal, more like an understanding. It looks like we have to trust the other guys and fight along with them until we beat the girls as that’s what the girls are going to do.”

“I did not ever hear this,” Nathan said doubtfully. “I believe it is a trick.”

“I know, I know, but what if it isn’t? I mean, what do you know about Janel over there?”

“Janel ... Yes, I see what you mean, amigo. Once she made me pretend to be her slave and ... I agree. We must first conquer the women before the men.”

The other four guys had gone into the brush as we talked, but then Chris came back and motioned for us to follow him, leading us back the way he had come and explaining it was the guy’s job to collect the firewood since the girls brought and served dinner.

But when we reached the other three, they weren’t gathering wood. They were on their stomachs watching something through the brush, and after carefully crawling up to their position, I almost laughed and broke our cover.

A red-haired little girl, no more than three or four years old, was eating some berries off a bush. She appeared to be completely oblivious to our presence, yet she never turned her back to us even when it would have been more convenient for her to do so.

Nathan nudged Gordon next to him and apparently asked him something telepathically, which Gordon nodded a definite affirmative to. I was bewildered at how captivated the other guys were, and even Nathan watched her every move like it was his first porno movie or something. I finally gave Nathan a nudge and threw him a questioning look, his response was to mouth the word “Lea” before returning his attention to the magical girl.

I studied her a little more without noticing anything remarkable about her, then watched the other guys, finding the four veteran gamers almost in a self-induced trance while watching her finish up her meal.

Nathan nudged me when she finally turned and walked away, then we were both startled when the other four suddenly started scrambling out to the spot she had been standing and struggled over something she apparently had left on the ground.

Nathan and I were just reaching them when Peter exclaimed, “Ha! It’s mine!” and darted past us before the others could grab him.

Chris exclaimed, “Shit.”

I asked, “What were you guys fighting over?”

Gordon snorted, “Didn’t see her running her hands through her hair?”

“I did,” Nathan admitted. “Is this what you fought over? A single strand of her hair?”

“Shit, yeah,” Chris said as he started gathering a few branches of wood from the area. “Several years ago, one guy got a strand of Lea’s mother’s hair, threaded it in a bracelet he had, and wore it to the games. He was a lot harder to beat whenever he had the bracelet on, and it never worked for anyone else.”

I laughed, “You actually believe that?”

The looks I got from the three veterans made me wipe the grin off my face before saying, “Okay, okay. I guess I’ll find out one way or the other tonight when she picks me.”

“Yeah, right. She never picks a newbie their first couple of times,” Jonas said with a sneer. “It’s my turn to be her pick anyway.”

Nathan and I just followed them in silence as they argued who would be her next pick, but just before we reached the clearing where the others were, they shut up to keep from getting the girls into it.

It was growing dark by the time we had the fires going strong, and while the girls were unpacking the food they had brought, Nathan and I sat down next to Peter who was busily trying to weave the five-inch hair into a makeshift bracelet that had been part of his shirt.

Peter had no idea how to sew, and after watching him a few minutes, I offered to do it for him. He told me to fuck off, but because I had more or less expected that, I started giving him advice, drawing on what my mom had taught me when I was eight or nine. Then when he broke the hair into two accidentally, I offered to do it for him again, and to my surprise, he accepted.

I moved closer to the fire to see what I was doing, and as I used a splinter of wood as needle, Peter and Nathan ate and chatted a bit, revealing some facts about the game I had not yet learned.

“Wait. You mean after the game is over and Lea’s pick leaves with her, all the losing groups have to follow the winner’s orders? Now that’s more like what I would have expected if Nathan hadn’t told me about Lea. What exactly does Lea do with the one she picks anyway?”

Peter spaced out for a few moments, apparently losing himself at the thought of being Lea’s pick, then said, “I don’t remember.”

“What do you mean you don’t remember?” I said unbelievingly. “You must remember something the way you zone out whenever someone brings it up.”

From behind me, Chris said with his mouth full, “He doesn’t remember. Neither do I. And neither will you. No one does. Even the girls don’t remember.”

“Shit. I take it the girls are picked as much as the guys then, and since Grandfather doesn’t approve of girl to girl sex, it can’t be really all that sexual...”

“It’s sexual, all right,” Peter stated as I handed the finished bracelet back to him. He studied my work a moment then said, “Wow, thanks. I’ll remember this when we win tonight.”

“Even with that thing, Joe and I can still beat you two easily,” Nathan argued.

I wiped my brow grinning, then said, “So when does the game start anyway?”

“When Lea signals us,” Peter answered as he pulled the bracelet over his hand and onto his wrist.

I wiped my forehead again before backing away from the fire, then noticed everyone was seated near the two fires and looked almost a hot as I felt.

“Aren’t you hot?” I asked Chris, the closest to the fire now that I had moved away from.

“Yeah, I’m hot,” he simply said.

“Then why don’t you move away from the fire?” Nathan asked before I could.

“Because then Lea wouldn’t be able to see me as well.”

I glanced at the others as they started shuffling themselves closer, then decided if we were under Lea’s observation, now would be the best time to start “impressing” her.

So I stood up, took off my shirt and walked around the campfire a few times, looking out into the shadows around us for a likely viewing spot. I gave up on that when I realized as long as I kept circling the fire, Lea would see everything she would want no matter where she was hiding.

I don’t really look for ways to show off, but I guess I really liked it when chicks checked out my body like the female voices were. Despite the feeling I was just a piece of meat in their eyes, I didn’t hold back on flexing my muscles and turning my body so that the firelight reflected off the sweat on my chest, arms, and tummy.

My show was interrupted by a flare of green light up on the hillside above us, and moments later, I felt six aroused female voices focusing their minds onto mine and instantly breaking through the makeshift barrier I had managed to raise.

Shit, was that ever a wakeup call. They fumbled a moment when they couldn’t decipher my thoughts, then just as one of them was about to try commanding me to go to sleep, the guys launched their own attack on them and distracted them enough for me to push them out and go onto the offensive myself.

It had been a while since I had mentally wrestled with someone, so I was a little rusty at first. But the time Tim and I had spent preparing to rescue Sarah really paid off. After the girls focused their attacks on me two more times without any success, they made Nathan their target.

Seeing how totally unprepared Nathan was to their attack made me understand why the other guys had been so uptight about us both being “newbies” to the game. When Nathan’s barrier crumbled, he froze up in indecision and panic, and before the rest of us could do anything about it, Nathan was asleep, and my share link was broken the moment afterward.

This was an event I had prepared myself long before ever leaving the US, and even though it took a moment for me to react, I focused my mind on Peter’s and initiated a share link with him, Peter only hesitating a moment before accepting it to my relief.

But then I had a moment of inspiration. I barely had time to give Peter the gist of my idea before initiating a fake personality and lowering what defenses I had just raised.

When the girls realized I was no longer in the fight, they focused their minds back onto mine again. As the other guys struggled to ward them off, Janel entered my fake persona’s mind and teased me a bit before issuing the sleep command.

Two minutes later, while everyone’s attention was on the battle to break through Chris’s defenses, I deactivated my fake persona and waited for the right moment to attack.

Despite there being six against four, the guys lasted a lot longer than I expected. Except for Peter and myself, everyone was tiring, and when the youngest girl pulled back a moment to rest, I reached right into her mind and put her to sleep without anyone else noticing.

I only observed the five remaining foes a moment before I attempted to do the same thing to the next weakest one, but even though I was successful in putting her out, this time the other four noticed and the element of surprise was gone.

Actually, I suppose that isn’t true. They were definitely surprised, so much that my teammates took two more of them out before Janel and her partner could react.

“You cheated!” Janel spat as she shot her fist up in the air and held it there. “One of you woke him up before the game was over!”

Peter yelled out into the dark with his own fist up in the air, “There’s no rule against waking yourself up! Joseph, tell her!”

“He’s right,” I said to Janel. “I laid a trap for you, and you fell...”

Janel spat with murderous eyes, “Not me, you stupid prick.”

“Oh,” I said before giving her a wicked grin and shouting, “I pretended to be helpless and laid a trap, and they...”

A young voice said from somewhere in darkness to the right of me, “You don’t have to shout.”

“Oh ... Sorry,” I said to the shadows as the conscious voices froze with their mouths gaping.

“No one told Joey or his partner that I don’t like people trying to impress me, did they?”

When no one else answered, I said, “No. If I had known that...”

“If you had known that, you would probably have been my pick tonight. And since no one here took the courtesy to explain the game to them thoroughly, the only one left is him.”

Even though none of us could see her, we all knew exactly where she was pointing. Everyone looked at Nathan wheezing in his sleep, then I felt this small hand just barely touch the middle of my back before I instinctively fell to my knees with a gasp.

I was just starting to process this when I felt her hand hovering over the back of my head, and I swear to God I think my heart stopped in anticipation. I literally was frozen, the gasp of air I had taken last me the entire time I kneeled there with my attention concentrated completely on the imminent pleasure which never came. I don’t know what went on around me, and after she pulled back her hand and I fell forward gasping for the air I hadn’t bothered to breathe, I’m not even sure how long it took me before I rolled over to see if she was still there.

Annette, the youngest of the girl voices, said, “She’s gone.”

Gordon added sadly, “And Nathan is gone with her.”

I finally managed to croak, “What happened?”

Peter joked half-heartedly, “Why, don’t you remember?”

“Fuck,” I said, shaking my head as I sat up. “I guess I owe you guys an apology for making fun ... Wait a sec. Why is everyone awake? Did you finish the game without me?”

Chris started without finishing, “Nobody felt like it after Lea...”

I waited for someone to explain a little further, but when it became obvious no one was going to, I noticed how deflated they all appeared.

They were scattered around the two dying fires, all keeping themselves within the light of the flames, but not close enough to feel its heat. They all looked limp, even somewhat depressed, and not one of them would look at another for more than a few moments at a time.

I finally asked, “What is going on? Is this part of the game or something?”

“No,” they all seemed to mutter at once, then after a few quick arguments over who should explain it to me, Peter conceded to the job.

“Lea said she was tired of the game and wanted us to figure up something different to do for a while.”

One of the girls added sharply, “Something we can all enjoy.”

Jonas inserted, “Something that keeps us from ganging up on each other in the game.”

Peter barked, “I thought I was telling him.”

“So, what’s the big deal?” I said, standing up. “Have you all been here so long that you forgot what to do on a Saturday night? I mean, we have everything we need here. We could have a lot of fun,” I almost sang as I threw a load of wood on the fire nearest to me, the sparks shooting out as if to emphasize my point.

“You’re nuts,” Janel spat. “There’s nothing here.”

“Okay, so we don’t have any tunes to play, and we don’t have any junk food. But we also don’t have a curfew ... Wait, do we?”

Peter shook his head, so I continued, “We don’t have a curfew, we don’t have any police or parents telling us what we can and can’t do, and we are all voices who can do things that normal teenagers can’t do.”

One of the girl voices asked, “But what does that have to do with what Lea wants?”

I responded, “What’s your name?”

“Whitney.”

“Whitney, are you a virgin?”

“Yeah, right. No.”

“Have you ever been in love?”

“No way.”

“Oh ... That’s too bad.”

“Why? All it does is make you miserable later, right Janel?”

Janel confirmed firmly. “Right.”

I said to Janel with a serious yet not aggressive expression, “So you’ve been in love?

“That’s right. I fell for someone once, but never again. My slaves can give me anything I want without the grief.”

“Have you ever shared yourself with one of your slaves?”

“What do you mean, shared myself?”

“I mean share control of your body with him, equally.”

“No. Why would I want to?”

I could tell I had lost some of the other’s interests, for they thought I was trying to put the moves on Janel which they knew would never work. So I stripped my shorts off recapturing the other girls’ attentions and gave them a look from all sides.

“I’ll let one of you control my body if you will let me have equal control of yours. Any takers?”

At first, I thought they weren’t going to bite, but then Whitney stood up and said, “Okay, but no tricks.”

“I think everyone knows what would happen if I tried to trick you.”

“So how do we do this?” she asked, walking up to me.

“Well, we ... Um ... Shit. You know, now that I think about it, I’m not sure exactly how Tim ... Fuck.”

Janel crowed, “Wait, you mean you shared your body with another guy?”

“That was before we got into girls,” I snapped. “But it was awesome the first time I felt Suzi’s body from the inside, and sharing our bodies with each other is one of the most...” I stopped before the tightness in my chest could make my voice squeak, but I couldn’t hide the wetness in my eyes from Whitney standing in front of me.

Janel started, “See? That’s what you get for letting yourself...”

“Fuck you, Janel!” I yelled. “You don’t know shit about what it’s like because you’re such a stuck up bitch! I’d give up my voice to have another chance with...”

“Joseph, chill, man,” Peter said, getting up and putting his hand on my shoulder. “There’s other fish, you know?”

“No, I don’t know...” I sighed before sitting down wearily.

There were a few moments of silence before Whitney sat down beside me and said, “So how do you think you do this sharing thing?”

“Huh? You still want to try it?” I said, trying not to look at her face.

She didn’t answer immediately, then I guess I must have jerked slightly when she touched my chest with her hand because she started pulling it away the next moment.

I turned towards her and looked her in the eyes as I probed her gently as a signal that I wanted to form a telepathic channel. She didn’t understand what I wanted immediately, but after a few moments, she hesitantly lowered her defenses to my probes and I formed the link with her mind.

I thought to her <Hi.>

<Hi this is so weird I’ve never done it this before your eyes are very pretty I didn’t mean to tell you that I... >

<You have to separate your thoughts so you only send what you want to me. Envision my face whenever you think something you want me to hear, okay?>

<I don’t know how to do ... Oh ... Okay. This is pretty neat.>

<This is just the beginning.>

Forming a two-way thought channel was the first thing Tim and I had played with when he rediscovered his voice. Samantha had explained to us how to limit what we shared thought-wise, then Tim struggled with controlling whether or not we felt each other’s senses too. The best part was when we worked out how to control each other’s bodies which is what we considered a full two-way to be.

So it surprised me Whitney didn’t know how to filter her thoughts with this sort of connection. Even if the voices didn’t trust each other to form thought channels like that, there was no reason not to do it with mutes. But then we didn’t do that with the slaves we were conditioning, and I suppose there wasn’t much pleasure in doing it to someone you had enslaved. Sending your thoughts directly without establishing a connection wasn’t any less intimate than speaking.

While I had formed two-way thought channels plenty of times before, I had never formed a full two-way myself with anyone besides Suzi a couple of times, and those were for short periods. Tim had always done it for us.

Peter asked aloud, “Hey, are you two doing it?”

Whitney thought to me, <What do we tell him?>

“Not yet,” I said aloud.

“Oh,” Peter said.

“This is really neat, though,” Whitney told them. “We’re sharing our thoughts sort of like I do with Liz.”

“So?” Beatrice asked.

“But it’s different with a guy, and it’s more direct too. I not only hear his thoughts but feel what’s behind them too. Its ... Oh, WOW!”

I grinned as I continued recalling the sensations I had felt during one of Tim’s full two-ways, my mind automatically initiating the links on its own without me consciously understanding how I was doing it.

The group began asking questions at once. “What?” “What’s going on?” “Is he doing it?” “It can’t be that great, can it?”

Everyone was now crowding around us asking us questions, which we gave no answers to as we felt out each other’s bodies and I guided Whitney to complete the full two-way. Even with Whitney taking up half of the load, I was initially straining slightly just to maintain my half. But I had practiced forming full one-ways with some of the ring slaves over a year ago and knew it was simply because I hadn’t done it in a while.

I explained to the group that if they did this enough, maintaining their half of the links would become so second nature they could do it without thinking about it. That’s when Janel decided she had had enough.

“Stop it!” Janel yelled, grabbing our shoulders and trying to push us apart as if that would break the two-way.

The others complained for us, and Janel conceded after Jonas and Gordon gave her a warning probe. By the time Janel was sulking over by the other fire alone, I was ready to go the rest of the way with the two-way.

Whitney, by this time, was busily describing what she was feeling, but when I moved my body closer to hers, she gasped from feeling her first hardon.

Shit, I guess when I felt her womanhood respond to my manhood, I got a little caught up in it. I took control of her hand and shoved it down into her shorts, but luckily instead of retaliating my violation, she just took over my hand and grabbed my cock with it.

From that point, neither Whitney or I paid any attention to the crowd around us, and we must have put on quite a show as we masturbated the other’s body with their own hands. It wasn’t until after we shared in our joint orgasm that we touched one body with the other’s and that only led up to a kissing frenzy followed by a very confusing battle over body parts as we fucked our brains out.

After wearing each other out, we came to our senses finding the others packing up camp around us quietly. When they noticed we were watching them, Whitney got all embarrassed and killed the two-way. But after we got dressed, she gave me a kiss and a telepathic message saying thanks.

While we made our way down the path with flashlights, I suddenly remembered that Nathan wasn’t with us and asked what would happen to him. Peter and Chris assured me that he was having the time of his life and would be back tomorrow morning with a smile painted on his face.

When Gordon and Jonas offered to let me fuck their slaves sometime, I realized that I had lost the tension and distrust I had felt concerning the four male voices. I was hesitant to accept their offer until Gordon said Nathan could come too if he wanted. At that point, I knew that while their offer to me was at face value, their feelings about Nathan hadn’t changed much.

As Nana washed my body thoroughly, I started having guilty feelings about my new status with the other voices while they continued holding reservations about Nathan. I almost started to tell Nana about it, feeling I needed to just talk it over with someone, but I ended up just sucking on her wet tits as my finger explored her wet passage, triggering a massive orgasm whenever she started to catch her breath.

I was almost in a panic the next morning when I found the share link with Peter had broke during the night. But when I got to Nathan’s door and his sister let me in, I was relieved to find him there asleep in his bed.

I couldn’t help but exclaim, “Shit,” when I realized that Nathan was smiling in his sleep, and when I finally managed to rouse him, the smile didn’t fade a bit, almost to the point where it was kind of creepy.

He was walking on air the entire day, and I guess some of it rubbed off on me. I was such in a good mood after breakfast that I let Nathan talk me into letting him fuck Sakura as a second opinion on her progress.

I didn’t even give it a second thought when he said he wished to work with Sakura the rest of the day and left me to manage the other four by myself. I admit I enjoyed myself, and I didn’t take advantage of my position or anything. Just having four pretty girls waiting to engage in any form of sex play I desired was enough.

Damita, like most girls, was having trouble with the transition from desiring sex for herself to pleasuring her master above all other desires. I literally raped that girl three times that day, and she just kept coming back for more, sometimes interfering with my attempts to work with the others with her sexual advances and body positioning.

I fucked Kristen too, she being my second favorite after Sakura, and as part of Damita’s training, I had Damita concentrate on my body language and verbally describe what I was feeling the whole time. I had Kristen orgasm three times, then pulled my cock out and had her suck out the load I had built up while telepathically triggering a large orgasm within Damita’s mind.

I hadn’t noticed until that day how Hye had been acting more and more like Damita. This was normal for a girl who was at level 4, and this was probably the most critical stage in their training. More than once, I had trouble resisting my urges to fuck the fourteen-year-old Korean girl whose body had yet to show any external signs of puberty, but I was content with testing her focus with the spasm test.

The spasm test was fairly simple. You run your finger around the edges of their pussy lips very lightly, and if their pussy muscles don’t spasm enough to squirt out their juices somewhat, they are not focused enough on the task at hand. Hye was pretty well focused, but it took six passes of my fingertips before her hairless crotch erupted with her sweet nectar.