Chapter 37: Cathy’s Power

Andy was smiling down at me as I struggled to awaken. She handed me a cup of coffee and fluffed the pillows behind my back, gently touching my arm in loving tenderness as I sat up. Mary entered, giving me a quick look to determine if she dared risking talking to me. Seeing no negative feelings in my face, she quickly told me everything was in order, including clothes packed for me and in the Suburban.

“I want a shower. And, I need to care for Cathy before we leave,” I said.

“I will get her food and replenish her water. How much do you want me to leave her?”

“Three days supply, Mary. The coffee is delicious, Andy. Just hot enough.”

She gave me a wicked, happy grin.

“Well, I know how to make it hotter if you want,” she giggled before twitching out the door, knowing I was watching her delightful ass and giving a few extra movements for my enjoyment.

After I finished my coffee, Mary and I went into the basement. As we entered the dungeon, Cathy stood, stretching her body which was sore from being chained to the wall these several days. At first, she looked frightened to see me, but I was benign and she relaxed, giving me a warm smile.

“How about a shower and some conversation, sis?”

“Oh, Davy, thanks. I would love that,” she replied sincerely.

I retrieved a pair of handcuffs from the toy chest and fastened Cathy’s hands behind her. She did not complain about the tightness, silently waiting as I cuffed her and unfastened her chain from the wall, letting it dangle behind her.

“Okay, Cathy. Don’t try anything. It would be very unpleasant if you did.”

Her eyes bored into me, then she looked down, her lips tight and rigid, her expression unhappy. Leaving Mary to clean up the dungeon and restock the supplies, I led Cathy upstairs. She stopped at the top of the stairs and took a deep breath. Prisoners recently released say the air smells better outside their prison. Cathy was sharing that thought now. I guided her into the shower, turned on the water and stripped before joining her. She was standing with her head under the top nozzle, letting the water cascade over her before I turned it off. I pushed her hair back out of her face.

“Cathy, in three days I will have the formula and I am going to reprogram you.”

She stiffened and panic crossed her face. She flexed her arms, testing the handcuffs. Her face passed through a series of emotions from defiance to resignation before she spoke in a pleading tone.

“Davy, please don’t take away my power. I am no threat to you. I can be your ally and your support.”

I poured shampoo into my hands, turned her so her back faced me, and began to lather her hair. She leaned forward from the waist allowing her ass to push back against my cock as I continued to wash her hair. Had any other woman done that, I would have thought it an invitation to sex.

But, Cathy was not any woman. Cathy was a woman who loved her power. I believed she was trying to soften my resolve by hardening my cock. I kept my voice neutral.

“Why is it so important?”

Now, you might think that was a silly question but I needed to ask. I was very much wrestling with my own power problems and I wanted to know how hers had affected her. She turned to face me, her eyes only inches from mine, breasts brushing against me before she leaned back letting her pubis hit mine. I leisurely continued to rub the rich lather through her hair. She gave a quick little snort of laughter as she eyed me intensely.

“I am surprised you would ask. Only you know what it is like to have anyone you want. You and Uncle Bert but he is dead now.”

“I know what my situation is like, but what about yours?”

She studied my face, trying to decide what to say as I enjoyed the feel of her hair in my hands. Cathy’s hair was naturally brown, a milk chocolate color the same as her bush. Her hair lightens in the summer sun, ending with streaks of dark honey in a very light chocolate, like the most expensive and time consuming dye job. She wears it on her shoulders, with a light wave in the layered texture. Beautiful hair on a beautiful woman.

“You don’t know what it is like to be a girl.”

“Obviously true,” I said with a laugh. “That is one reason I am asking you.”

“It started shortly after I seduced Uncle Bert, as I was starting to learn both about sex and my power. Teenaged girls can be bitches. They are nastier to other girls then to boys. In fact, we never really show you guys our nasty side. We want you to think we are little angels.”

“Go on.”

I heard the voice in my head, his voice, the devil dog. He had not spoken to me when I was awake before and it surprised me. “Does this chatter have a point?” he said in his dignified doggy tones.

“What’s wrong?” Cathy asked

“Nothing. Why?”

“Your face. You looked like, well, like you heard a ghost.”

“I said ‘go on’.”

“Okay. Girls put each other down all the time. I guess you call it establishing the pecking order, although that makes us sound like a flock of birds.”

“Birds are living descendants of dinosaurs.”

“Well, if I am a dinosaur’s descent, I hope it was a velicoraptor.”

She gave me an evil grin, but the vision of a T Rex being in the shower with me made goose bumps go up my spine. I wondered if she realized what her comment portrayed or if it was a smart remark made off the cuff. I let the shampoo soak on her hair as I lathered a wash cloth to begin cleaning her body, starting with her shoulders and her arms still cuffed behind her.

“I am sure you remember Ellen Witherspoon. I know you spent a weekend with her.”

“Yes. Just me, Jim, Eddie, and Slim. She fucked all four of us to exhaustion.”

“I know. She is a slut. A complete slut. Do you know why?”

“No.”

“I made her that way. Me, Davy. Me. I turned Ellen into a slut.”

“Why? I thought she was your best friend once.”

“Once. When we were younger.”

I could feel Cathy tense, feel her shoulders straighten and firm. She had a hard gleam in her eye at she stared at me.

“Let me tell you what my power can do. Maybe then you will understand why it is so important to me. Ellen and I were friends but as we entered puberty, we changed, just like all kids change. Ellen started becoming a bitch, a beautiful, rich, stuck up high society, miss goody two shoes, bitch! She put me down every chance she got. It was only a few months after I had seduced Uncle Bert. As yet, I had not really tried out my power on anyone. Oh, I had focused on a man here or there and seen their reactions. I was really afraid to let go and use it so I did not know its full impact.

Ellen was dating Rob Colton, the star quarterback. I had a crush on him and she knew it. At a party one Friday night, I saw Ellen in the ladies room. She made some snide remarks about being prettier and smarter than I am and that was why Rob was with her. It made me so mad I could have clawed her eyes out!

When I got back to the party, I focused on Rob so hard I thought my mind would burst. My eyes were closed, my fists clenched as I focused. ‘Want me, Rob. Want me,’ I chanted in my head. When I opened my eyes, he was standing by my chair. He had a hard on.

‘Cathy, please come dance with me,’ he said. I quickly agreed. I knew it as we danced. I knew I had him and I knew I had the power. He had not said “come dance, babe’ in that imperious teenaged voice of his. There had been a pleading tone in his voice. Yes. Pleading. Then, he was pleading with me, begging me, to be his girlfriend. He had not even kissed me yet, not held my hand.

I said, ‘Rob, let me think about it. Do you really want me?’

‘You know I do, Cathy. I would do anything to be with you.’

‘Well, I don’t like Ellen. She is nasty to me. What do you think we can do to her?’

‘Why do anything. I left her for you, that should be enough.’

‘No, Rob. I want to do more. Can you think of something?’”

I was washing her breasts now. Her nipples were erect and hard before I even touched them. Cathy was aroused, very much aroused, from thinking about this power she wielded over her rival. Power is an aphrodisiac. I had always heard that, heard stories about people who get sexually aroused from power, or from being around those who have power. Do you really think Clinton seduces all those women? The power seduces them, although he does use it very effectively.

“So, we talked for a few minutes. Then, Rob came up with an idea I loved.

‘I think Ellen would make a wonderful slut,’ he said.

‘Me, too. Why don’t we do it to her and then I will make you the happiest man on earth.’

‘Yeah. Let’s do it. How do we start?’

‘I think the football team should rape her and then we will go from there,’ I replied.”

Cathy was becoming more aroused. I could feel the movements as she subconsciously thrust her pelvis back and forth in tiny but unmistakable motions.

“Rob arranged the rape with some of his close friends from the team. Ellen had agreed to go to bed with him that night. He was taking her to his parents’ house since they were out of town for the weekend. I went ahead with five guys from the team. Oh, Davy, it was so absolutely fabulous. The five guys stripped, but I stayed clothed. I had used my power to convince them it was Ellen they wanted, not me. We hid in his parents’ bedroom closet. Davy, take the cuffs off. Please.”

“Why?” She blushed slightly but her hunger was far worse than any embarrassment she might endure telling me what she wanted.