Part XIV - 7: Getting Down to Business

Ahhh... Life was good. I had bed companions every night from then on, James and Eric Sunday through Thursday, and two or three of my lesbian girlfriends on the weekends after swapping bodies with one of them.

James' and Eric's weekends with Wally were having a very good effect on the both of them. Eric was happy, James was happy, and Wally was always telling me how enjoyable it was for him to watch them make love. I especially liked how loving and incredibly patient James acted every Sunday night after coming home from Wally's.

And I hate saying it, but I was really enjoying having him as my bitch. Every day he seemed a little more feminine to me. The way he acted, the way he spoke to me, even the way his skin felt at night, it all felt increasingly female and submissive to me, and I was finding it all a bit... pleasing to think he was doing it because of me.

And he only acted that way around me, and no one else. When he was with Eric or one of our house mates, he was the same old James as he always had been. But as soon as it was time to shower, James became my loving bitch, and after three weeks of feeling him fight his desire while showering, I rewarded his efforts by kissing him.

Eric seemed pleased when I started calling James by the pet names I usually only called girls. Like honey, sweetie, and darling. Oh, and one Sunday after he had come back from Wally's, James melted in my arms when I walked up behind him, wrapped my arm around him and said, "Come 'ere, baby. I missed you."

Yeah, I guess I was getting a little carried away. But I kept our love play strictly to kissing and maybe a little fondling, and I could tell that even though he always wanted more, he was satisfied with just what I was giving him.

Lana and I became more and more efficient at running the link, so that by the end of the week we started adding people to it even though I wasn't as strong as I would have liked to have been. But by the time we had four people in the link with us, I was starting to find my tired spells not as inconvenient as they first had been. I could hold the links together for a little over an hour, then would listen to their discussion afterwards which always seemed to produce something productive.

In fact, I was beginning to wonder if I really needed twelve people in the link. We were making remarkable headway with only a total of six people (four plus me and Lana) that I was reluctant to add a seventh.

Oh, but when we did, we couldn't wait to get an eighth, and then a ninth, and before we knew it we had fifteen people in the link, not twelve.

We decided that fifteen would be my limit, for even with the drink, I was absolutely wiped out after a single session. I couldn't stay awake for the hour discussion period afterwards I was so tired.

By the end of the fifth week of linking with Lana, it was obvious that I had become so dependant on her own gifts that I was handicapped without her. And that really was a problem since she could only work in the mornings.

It took two weeks for Lana to basically make herself obsolete in the link. And when she realized she was no more use to me, she managed to hold back her tears while she gave her notice she was quitting the team.

That sucked. I was unable to concentrate for two days after she stopped showing up. I really had grown to like her, perhaps more than just liking her, I wasn't sure. She was special, that's all. I had let something special go, and that was hard to get over at first.

But once I was independent of Lana, I really started making headway in my own research for a couple of weeks, then suddenly ran into a serious problem. We had learned a lot about how the streams of symbols of normal people worked, but my goal was to protect myself from other telepaths, and I knew darn well that they had much more complex streams because I could see my own somewhat.

Every person had a different configuration of streams spinning around their minds. I found the trick was not looking at the streams as a whole, but like a river with groups of different kinds of boats floating down it. I basically looked for a certain cluster of symbols which represented some function or characteristic of the person's mind. Inserting a certain symbol in a certain cluster within a particular set of streams would alter what that person believes, desires, etc. But things like telepathic shields, rats, heck even probes were a complete mystery to me because I couldn't really watch how they were formed within my own mind.

I don't know what I would have done without Wally's help. Not only had he literally saved James and Eric from their own lust, he also convinced Sarah to allow Janice and a new girl named Bridget to assist me by being my telepathic guinea pigs.

The night that Janice got there, she insisted on a rematch in the mud ring. I think she and Lindsey had been practicing every day after Joey and I defeated them at the party, for even though Lindsey stayed out of the ring, Janice had me pinned in less than a minute.

"You know, I knew there was something different about you the first time I saw you," Janice said, laying on top of me without any indication of letting me go.

She was a rather heavy set young woman, and since we had both preferred to wrestle nude, her weight only made the feel of her mud slickened body on top of me even more erotic.

"Yeah? How so?" I said, struggling to get a hand free so I could use it to feel her body up and down.

"You were so sure of yourself, but you weren't arrogant. You moved like a snake, but you didn't bite. I like that in a snake," she said, putting her mouth an inch from mine. "Especially snakes with soft lips."

I raised my head up to close the gap, but instead of kissing her, I gently nibbled her lower lip, then said, "SSSSSnakesssss alsssssso have very long tonguesssss," and inserted my tongue inside her mouth.

While I was exchanging spit with Janice, I reached a conclusion that has held true for the hundreds of telepaths I have met in my life since that day. Most telepaths have their specialties and their weak areas of the multiple applications of telepathy. That's to be expected since everyone is different and no one shares the same form of imaginative creativity. Only five percent of the telepaths I have personally met have explored as many of the different uses of telepathy that I had back then. This really isn't as significant as you might expect since a lot of those are purely... entertaining rather than useful.

Janice was one of those who had only explored and applied her abilities in altering another persons to suit her needs. In fact except for Stan's illusionary abilities, that was pretty much what all of the members of the Harrison group had focused upon: creating better controls for inserting into the minds of others while minimizing the chance of being detected. So Janice was taken completely surprised to find my tongue was able to go deeper into her throat than anyone else's ever had, never imagining one could directly manipulate another's senses rather than their mind.

I finally managed to get a hand free as she struggled to stay on top of me in the slippery mud, and immediately began using my magic touch on her amply padded back.

Oh she was so easy to subdue that there almost wasn't any challenge in it! I had my other hand free within a minute, then used both of my hands to play melodies of lust and pleasure up and down her back's nervous system. Once her mouth had become too busy with her gasps and groans to continue any of our deep tonguing, I manipulated the pleasure my fingers were providing to get her to slide down so her head was on my chest.

Janice as so pliable in my hands of sexual pleasure that I knew I could make her practically do anything I wanted without her ever raising a hint of resistance. But at the time, I was enjoying the feel of her weight on top of me too much to do anything else, especially the soft and slippery feel of her muddy stomach against my hard dick.

While I was taking Janice up and down the arousal roller coaster I had her on, I noticed Lindsey patiently watching us, somewhat concerned about what I was doing to Janice while also getting turned on by her best friend's moans. I felt sorry for her for a moment, knowing how little control she had over her own life anymore, and probably would never have again.

I thought about switching things around, but for the time being, I needed Janice, and I didn't want to betray her in the first place. So after a few moments of consideration, I left Lindsey alone to begin having my dick emit its magic touch.

"Noo... " Janice moaned, surprisingly drawing on some inner strength that I hadn't realized had been there.

I turned down my magic touch and asked, "What's the matter, Janice?"

"Mmmm... I can't go all the way with you," she said with some difficulty. "I promised... "

"You promised who?" I asked.

"Me," she said, regaining her senses. "I didn't mean to lead you on, but I don't want to go that far with anyone yet."

"What about all those guys... Oh. I guess you don't always have to have sex with your slaves, do you."

"I like making out and things like that," Janice admitted. "But it's Lindsey who likes having sex with the guys I bring home to serve us. She gets in these moods that if she doesn't get to fuck someone, she gets really crabby. Would you like to her to fuck you?"

"You want me to fuck her, don't you? Ahhh," I said, instantly feeling how true that was.

In a sing song teasing voice, I said, "Janice gets off watching her girlfriend getting laid... Janice gets off watching Lindsey get fucked... "

"Shut up!" she said with a nervous tone to her voice.

Feeling her concern over concealing her fetish for watching Lindsey having sex, I began soothing her with my magic touch, and soon she was completely limp and motionless on top of me as I continued luring her into a deep thoughtless sleep.

Once I was sure Janice was out cold, I began scanning Lindsey's mind to see all what she had done to her. While Janice had been speaking the truth concerning Lindsey initiating the sex she had with the first few dozen or so slaves Janice had taken, she no longer had the choice. Apparently, Lindsey didn't want Janice watching her as she screwed the slaves, but after catching Janice hiding in a closet watching her, Janice had used her abilities on Lindsey for the first time to change that.

As time went on, Janice "corrected" Lindsey's personality little by little, quickly getting used to the notion of using her abilities on her best friend to iron out all the little difficulties a normal friendship would have. But as a consequence, Lindsey had become nothing more than Janice's top slave, and only wished to make Janice happy no matter what she had to do.

I turned my attention to Janice's unshielded mind and immediately found how dependant she was on Lindsey to satisfy both their sexual needs. Without touching herself or making any conscious attempts to form a two way, Janice would orgasm when Lindsey did, but only if she got to watch the whole fuck.

I recognized some of the signs of having a two way with another, mostly being the considerable strength of her desire to experience the stronger than average orgasms again. At times, Janice would swear she could feel the cock sliding in and out of her own wet cunt, but had always considered it to be just her imagination.

Ideas began popping into my head, most of which were based on the knowledge of how addicting two ways were to both telepath and non-telepaths. I made several inquiries to both their minds, and formulated a plan which I hoped would free Lindsey from Janice's direct control without making Janice angry with me.

When Janice awoke feeling my cock sliding into her slippery cunt, she nearly broke her neck as she jerked herself up to a sitting position too fast.

"What's... going on?" she said, laying back down as I began to pump.

"Janice... mmmm... " Lindsey said, feeling a hand rub her second crotch.

I sped up my humping of Lindsey's well lubed pussy, grinning as the two women began losing themselves in their arousal from the pleasure of their combined senses. When Janice began instinctively meeting my humps with her own, I began pressing my invisible dick against her entrance as it went up and down in the air.

Feeling the sensations of two pricks fucking their dual pussies, Lindsey and Janice began their first joint orgasm which I didn't share in. I wanted to make them cum together at least twice before my own orgasm so they would both be good and addicted to having sex that way.

When Janice suddenly rolled over onto her stomach, my simulated cock momentarily disappeared from inside her desperate cunt. Her change in position had caused me to lose my concentration, but I quickly reformed it and struggled to get in synch with her desperate humps.

Something wasn't working right, for Janice seemed to be fighting my attempts to get her in sync with Lindsey's own humps. But then I realized what she was trying to do, and started to alternate my invisible thrusts with my real ones.

Janice's and my asses rose and fell at the same time like two oil rigs pumping for the same oil. Once I got used to it, I was able to start working up to the orgasm I had been delaying all too long. I missed my chance when the women came the second time, but I quickly manipulated their senses so they were ready for a third in another two minutes.

As my first stream tickled Lindsey's vaginal wall, Lindsey and Janice went stiff with another orgasm. I barely noticed the way their gasps and grunts were timed the same, and once my own orgasm reached its conclusion, I pulled my dicks out and laid down on my back to wait for their reactions, making sure my real dick stayed standing straight up.

It took nearly twenty minutes before Janice had experienced enough of Lindsey's patient, submissive, and enslaved thoughts to start undoing some of the most significant changes she had made. I was glad to see Janice was still humble enough that experiencing the thoughts of her altered best friend was uncomfortable to her. Some would probably have enjoyed how sickeningly dedicated their enslaved friend was to do whatever they could to please them.

Once she had restored enough of the real Lindsey such that Lindsey started to think for herself once more, Janice started ripping her commands out as fast as she could, nearly breaking down in tears from regret and fear of losing her best friend.

But that's the thing about two ways. Even though it's not an empathic link, the other's thoughts carry the emotional mood just like our voices do. Lindsey was very upset with what Janice had done to her, but she couldn't ignore Janice's emotional thoughts and was trying to understand why she felt so excited.

Once I saw they weren't interested in me or my dick any more, I let my hardon go down with a sigh, then informed them I was closing the link. They left separately, silent and unhappy, but I knew they would both be back to feel their joint orgasms again.

It only took two days before Janice, then Lindsey started making me offers to experience it with someone else. But I made it clear to both of them I would only do it to the two of them and not anyone else they found.

Janice gave me blow jobs, and even offered her virginity to me once, and I seriously thought about doing it if instead I got to fuck her ass.

Lindsey actually seduced me out of my clothes and was working my cock into her pussy before making the demand that I had a two way with her or she'd stop and leave. OH I WAS PISSED! I nearly forced her to do it, but ended up only making the threat that when she did finally said yes to my terms, I would make sure she never teased another guy like that again.

By the time Lindsey had gotten desperate enough to give, Janice had formed some ill feelings towards Lindsey like Lindsey had for her. Most of them were from the sexual frustration Janice had felt after going without watching Lindsey's daily fucks, but some Lindsey had caused, especially how she would call Janice up on the phone and let her listen to her fuck some guy without being able to see it.

So their reaction to my new condition that they use a double headed dildo to fuck each other was not well received by either of them. They had never had a lesbian thought about each other, and after seeing how futile it was, I switched to plan B.

You would think that with my telepathic and empathic abilities, I would never have to resort to hypnosis to condition or control someone. But hypnosis was the only tool I had open to me that I could be sure no one but myself and their subconsciouses would ever know about. And since I wouldn't be asking their subconscious minds to do anything that they wouldn't do if presented correctly, I was fairly certain I could patch up their friendship and get my own conscience off my back about my meddling.

I used their tenseness as an excuse to give them each a massage, and after they gave in to my demand, I led them both to my water bed and began undressing them.

By the time I was ready to take their bra and panties off, they both leaned into my every touch without realizing it, and once they were both nude and sitting sleepy eyed on the edge of the bed, I quickly slipped of my clothes and sat between them to begin the real induction into a hypnotic state.

I gently placed my arms over each of their shoulders and began talking calmly about how nice it felt and so on, and once their heads were hanging forward, I deepened their trance as I lowered us backwards onto the bed, using my abilities to aid my suggestions of going deeper and deeper into my restful trance.

Once I had them both under as deeply as I could, I formed a two way between them and began talking to their very souls about what I thought they should do.

Five minutes later, they awoke with the deep knowledge that they had made up and they would always be sharing their orgasms through the two way Janice was now controlling.

I could feel their minds deciding on what to do first, and for a moment I thought they were the twins when they moved their mouths in perfect sync towards my cock. My hands found their wetting crotches, and as their mouths went up and down either side of my staff together, I carefully guided them back up on their knees while fucking their cunts with my magic touch on low.

They were enjoying my double finger fuck as much as I was enjoying their dual mouthed blowjob. But the moment my eyes glanced at Lindsey's rose winking with her vagina's muscle movements, then saw Janice's doing it at the same time, I surged with lust and quickly began directing my attentions to both their roses.

When I gained sufficient control over making their assholes wink, I began teasing them by inserting the tip of my thumb while their roses were relaxed and pulling it out when they tightened. It took a few minutes, but once they had accepted the sensations as sexually pleasurable, I began working my thumb in a little deeper before pulling it out again.

They fought their own arousal while I continued working my thumb deeper and deeper, and I was getting more excited about how they were starting to lose their battle. I knew I was going to fuck one of them when they had to stop their rather intermittent mouthing of my cock to concentrate on breathing and resisting their urges to hump back.

I had just managed to pull my legs out between them and sit on my haunches when they both started pressing back hard, moaning as they orgasmed with my thumbs stuck up their spazming asses.

The surprise of finding Lindsey pulling off my thumb while Janice moved herself over in front of me was not as big as finding Roxanne and Chelsea closing the door behind them as they struggled to get out of their clothes.

I nearly missed the fact that Janice was trying to find my cock with her rather wide and pump ass. But while I used my fingers to lubricate her rose with her own juices and loosening her up some more, I watched my two lesbian girlfriends begin pleasuring their Mistress Lindsey with the vibrating cocks they had grabbed from my toy box.

I couldn't believe how quickly they were bringing themselves up to another orgasm. The symbols flying from Janice's mind suddenly captured my interest as I realized I was seeing all sorts of things I had never seen before.

My attention was so absorbed in the creation and launching of the symbols from her streams that I didn't notice the recipients of those symbols arriving and begin their own sexual services.

It wasn't until Eric was trying push me back so he could mount Janice's ass that I realized the pair had taken over the entire household in their deep lusty trance.

"Hey!" I said, undoing the commands in his mind immediately. "Excuse me Eric, but I think I've earned that right," and promptly forced my cock to go hard and plunged it into her ready ass.

Her ass was wonderfully tight, and the extra mass only made fucking her relentlessly that much more enjoyable. Once I blew my load inside her, I grabbed the bottle of drink I kept in my headboard for cases just like this and before she could come down from her orgasmic high, I gulped a good portion of it down, then loaded her up with enough of it to keep her going all night.

I fucked Lindsey's ass once, but her smaller mass just wasn't as pleasurable as Janice's. I kept knocking her off balance, so when I finally came for the eighth time that night, I went back to Janice and rode her until we were too exhausted to go any more.

Once I was able to think straight again, my attention was diverted to Eric's and James' tired grunts as they struggled to continue their fucking of Lindsey's two holes. I was pretty tired myself, and only undid the fucking commands they had been given, then almost fell asleep before realizing their desperate grunts hadn't changed.

I found the blocks on their orgasms almost immediately, then listened to their increase of pace until they both came and rolled away from Lindsey. As Eric lead the bewildered James away towards their room, Lindsey finally gave up on trying to get Janice to bring them back and curled up to go to sleep.

Janice and Lindsey both went back to Northwest state the next morning, but Janice returned Monday and stayed with us during the weekdays to help me and Bridget with my research.

Unlike Janice, Bridget was a small, meek, and very disturbed eighteen year- old girl who couldn't control her powers. Her situation reminded me of how my own abilities had first surfaced back in eighth grade, but while my own lack of conscious control only lasted a short while, Bridget's powers had been working on their own for nearly two years before being discovered by Sarah right about the time Joey and I had been kidnapped by Steven.

Oh she was a powerful little thing. Five times she rendered everyone in the place completely useless before I was able to fight off the flood of symbols her subconscious was throwing at me. I swear Janice started to freak every time Bridget would utter a sound. She didn't like it when someone was able to break down her barriers without warning like Bridget kept doing.

After spending a week like that, I was about ready to send her back to Central State when I realized I probably had the answer in my jeans.

No. Not my cock, you pervert. My coin. After only three hours of heavy concentration trying to feel what was going on inside the coin, "Voila!"

Migraine headaches for both of us.

But it did eventually work. Sort of. Okay. So, it was by accident that while she was concentrating on the coin for the fourth day in a row I accidentally sent the wrong symbol out and caused everyone in the room but the two of us to go zombie eyed.