Chapter 28

By the next morning the bread in my mental oven was fully baked and ready to be sliced up, slathered with butter and eaten as a tasty side to whatever meal you happened upon.

Or something.

I shared it with the others over breakfast.

"I not even sure it will work," I explained after I had outlined my plan, "but since whatever happened between Tiffany, Tramp and myself seemed to cement a bond between us, and with Tramp, I intend to do it with all of you anyway, with both dogs. I think I might be able to save time if I try it with everyone at once."

Samantha had a decidedly mischievous grin, "Does this mean we will all be compelled to fuck you every time you get horny? We may never get anything done."

"I can think of worse side effects," I answered with a grin of my own, "but, Tiff, you did say that it was more along the lines of a 'want' rather than a compulsion?"

"Yeah, really more of an awareness ... of your ardor. I could tell I had made you horny, and I felt horny. I didn't 'have' to fuck you, but I did want to."

With that concern dealt with, they all agreed and it was one of the few times Kirsten allowed us to all pitch in and clean up breakfast.

We met in the living room, Mike brought the dogs in and we all sat in a circle, holding hands.

Samantha had hold of my right hand, she in turn was holding Mike. Kirsten was on my left with Lea next to her. Mike had his free hand resting on Tramp's head, while Lea was doing the same with Lady. Between the dogs was Tiffany, one hand on each, her fingers intertwined with those of either Mike or Lea. I placed her there as she had already been exposed to this and she was as good a secondary conduit as I was going to get.

Don't misunderstand, I have no idea what a secondary conduit is or if it even exists. But I was trying to think things through and it sounded scientifically reasonable.

With everyone in place, I closed my eyes, but rather than call up the sight, I simply concentrated.

I still wasn't sure what the energy I had felt flowing between Tramp and I had been, but I knew what it felt like, so I searched for that feeling.

Finding what I believed to be it, I reached out to the dogs with my will. It flowed through Samantha and Kirsten to Mike and Lea and then the dogs with Tiffany between them.

I 'felt' Tiffany as well as the others and knew the circuit was complete. I sent my consciousness through the link, searching for Tramp's and Lady's minds.

Being one with two minds at the same time was always a bit confusing, but I had done it before. I had actually gotten fairly adept at it. Being one with two minds as alien as our pets, while in touch with five other human minds was a bit more confusing and it took me a while to wend my way through the animal's memories to the instinctual area. Once there, finding the Pack instinct wasn't hard and I as I explored its secrets it shared them with everyone.

Gasps arose around me as it swirled through us, joining us, bonding us more closely than ever before. The Pack bond mingled with the bond we already had, a bond of love and admiration.

We were joined by a bond that went beyond love.

Devotion.

It was then that I knew the energy. It wasn't love. Not really. But it was what drove love, our need for it, our joy in discovering it. The primal need to be with others of our kind, to be accepted – for survival. Survival of the individual and of the species. It was the long lost vestiges of the prehistoric human Pack instinct. That was why it had connected Tramp and I, how it had been able to. I had been trying to force my will into the dog and when I touched him, the like instincts, the kindred spirits, had been drawn together.

This spirit now connected all of us and we knew each other. Not in a "I know all your secret hopes and desires" type of way. We weren't sharing memories or becoming some sort of hive mind. But we knew each other. We knew and understood those attributes and emotions that served as the cornerstone for all the other emotions and reactions.

We shared ourselves, and we Knew each other, understood each other.

I pulled back on my will, breaking the link, but not the bond. I don't think I could have broken the bond.

We just sat there trying to grasp the implications of what we had learned from one another. The majority of it was simply confirmation of things we already knew. If anything we now had a deeper appreciation of those things we most admired in one another.

Which is why we were mostly staring at Lea.

We knew going in that she was courageous and selfless. Her survival, rapid recovery and willingness to help Tiffany and Mike had told us that. It was that admiration that had us accepting and loving her so quickly.

But now we understood what lay under that.

The unwavering hope that had seen her through the years of torment without succumbing to the madness that was her right, was still there, deep in her emotional core. It had been joined with the near unconditional love she felt for those of us who had saved her from her hell and accepted her into our family.

She loved us.

We loved her.

Her plan to keep Mike from forming the sort of attachment that might prevent him from doing what he had to do had gone down the drain. He now knew what her offer had cost her. While he couldn't inflict physical pain, their session had brought back some of the emotional anguish. Despite that, she was willing to endure it as many times as he needed. Because she loved him.

But when she formed the plan to keep her secret, she hadn't known Mike, not really.

She hadn't known the staunch loyalty at his core. Loyalty that wouldn't allow her altruism to be wasted.

He would do what he had to do because her love for Tiffany and himself was the force driving her willingness. He would continue put her through that hell whenever his urges became too strong.

He could do it, he would do it, because he loved her.

But that wasn't why we were staring at the brown haired beauty.

We were staring for the same reason a tear ran down her cheek.

In addition to her selflessness and despite her hope, there was a deep seated belief that took us all by surprise. A belief we never would have guessed was there. A belief that she was evil, damaged – unworthy of love. She had hope that one day that would change, but to her mind, that day was a long way off.

That's why we were staring. Speechless.

Lady turned her head and licked her hand, a low whine emanating from her throat as even the dogs had shared her pain.

She believed us to be smart people, good people – too good and too smart to love her in the way she now knew we did. That discovery shattered her previous belief and left her confused.

"I ... I don't know what to say." She finally managed. "I knew you cared, but..."

Kirsten reached over and took her other hand, "Don't say anything. You don't have to."

They kissed. A soft loving kiss that in mere moments became a tongue wrestling expression of passion that found them on the floor, Kirsten on top of her friend and lover.

They were quickly joined by Samantha and Tiffany. The four gorgeous women hugged and kissed for several minutes. Mike and I held back, despite knowing how Lea felt, and that I had already been with her, there was still a bit of hesitation when it came to the sexy brunette.

Have I ever mentioned how exciting and erotic I find it when beautiful women do ... well, pretty much anything. But watching them pleasure each other is near the top of the list, right below watching them pleasure me.

I assume Mike felt the same way as it didn't take long for them to notice.

Samantha stopped suckling Lea's right nipple to look at us, "You're right, Tiff. It's a compelling urge, but not an irresistible compulsion."

Tiffany took her lovely lips from Lea's, "See? We could just ignore them and continue having fun on our own."

Kirsten pulled away from Lea's little pink treasure and looked at the terry cloth tents in our laps, "But why? Their cocks are so hard ... one of those would feel so good inside me."

"No one's denying that, Kirz," said Samantha, "I'm just saying that we don't have to fuck their brains out, we just want to."

Mike groaned, "You guys are killing me here."

They had sensed our ardor and the feeling of being desired increased theirs. We sensed their lust and it, of course, increased our anticipation. They were right in that the desire to take them right then and there wasn't, literally, an irresistible compulsion. But, since when does a guy with a rock hard cock sitting three feet away from four gorgeous and extremely horny, naked women consider fucking as something that is not an irresistible compulsion?

Tiffany's mischievous grin widened into smile and she reached a hand towards Mike, "Come here, baby."

Mike took the hand and followed it to his lovely bride, kissing her hard.

Then his face turned toward Lea, they looked into each other's eyes. There was a lot unsaid, a lot that didn't need to be said.

They just knew.

They knew they could, and would, do what had to be done when it was needed. They also knew they could love each other in the interim without letting it interfere.

They kissed.

Tiffany looked on, a small smile on her lips and her eyes soft, glistening.

"Is that Tiffany Dobson getting all gushy?" I asked.

"I'll show you gushy, asshole." Said the voluptuous blond vixen, throwing herself on top of me.

Kirsten joined her and, robes flying, they used their talented tongues and remarkable pussies to prove to me that sexy is far more fun that gushy.

I saw in the corner of my eye that Mike was above Lea, slowly stroking into her while Samantha fondled his balls and alternated between them with her sensual lips, kissing and suckling.

Partners changed, warm soft, skin caressed me, firm breasts tantalized me, luscious, sexy lips delighted me and hot, tight pussies pleasured me for what seemed like days.

But in reality it was just over an hour and a half before we had all been fully satisfied. Surprising how quickly one can be sated when the starting point is already half way to the finish line.

We rested in something of a six-person cuddle.

"Are you guys always like that?" sighed Lea.

Tiffany gently caressed the side of Lea's tit, "Not always, sometimes things get really hot."

"That wasn't really hot?"

"On a scale of one to ten," mused Samantha, with a grin, "I'd normally give that one a seven. But having you involved put it around a nine, at least for me."

Mike yawned, "All I know is that it was good enough that I could use a level ten nap."

"Really?" asked an incredulous Lea, "I would think with all the love flying around here, you guys would never sleep. I know I'm feeling it – ready for anything."

It suddenly dawned on me that despite the several orgasms I'd just had, and the energetic gymnastics I had performed, I felt like I could run a Marathon. I realized I often felt that way after one of these orgies.

"What do you mean, Lea?" I asked.

She sat up. "You guys don't use the emotional energy to charge up? I mean ... maybe only those of us with a talent can do it, but, Jake, you must feel it."

"I've noticed ... something a few times, but I never paid any attention to it, until you said that."

"You mean you don't know about it?"

"Slow down, Lea," Kirsten put her hand on the lovely brunette's arm, "how about we start with what 'it' actually is."

"I'm not sure where to start ... he told me about it, gloated about it, actually. How he drew strength from our fear, how it would feed him. He never told me it was strictly a talent thing. I thought that maybe it was something people develop during puberty. It wasn't as though we had conversations where I could ask questions. But I could feel it too, those times I was close enough to whatever was going on and wasn't being controlled. Apparently, strong emotions give off an energy that we can absorb. He was after fear ... well, terror really ... is there a stronger word? But I figured out since being here that love works too, I've felt it several times, but nothing like just now. So many of you, so close ... God it's absolutely invigorating."

"That explains some of the weird things he said along those same lines." said Mike, "It also explains why, once a girl was helpless, he stopped controlling them."

"No control, no mitigation of fear." I nodded.

"Damn," spat Kirsten, "every time I think I couldn't have more revulsion and disgust for that son of a bitch I learn something that makes me wanna..."

She twisted to look at Mike, "How's the tracking coming?"

Tiffany chuckled, "Sounds like someone's anxious to kill something?"

"I don't know that I'd use the word, 'anxious.'"

Lea shifted so she could see Kirsten, "Hold on, you could kill someone?"

Kirsten looked thoughtful for a moment, "Short answer? Yes."

"And the long answer?"

"Same one, I just describe all the soul searching that went into it."

Lea looked very uncomfortable.

Samantha reached over and put her hand on the brunette's shoulder, "You don't think you could." It wasn't a question.

"I don't know. I knew you guys were getting ready for a fight, trying to do something about the 'evil mind fuckers' like the guy who took me. But, I didn't think about that, I don't know if I could kill someone or not."

I remembered the talk my mother had with me, a lifetime ago and not twenty feet away from where I sat.

"Lea," I said, "if you had gotten a chance to use your ability against 'him', what would you have done?"

"I don't know, I never really planned it out ... probably smashed him against the wall and gotten the hell out of there."

"Then you probably wouldn't have gone anywhere." Mike said.

"What do you mean?"

"I got this one," said Tiffany, "I've heard the lecture a thousand times. You have to have a plan or you may hesitate when the time comes. If you had gotten a chance and hadn't been able to act decisively, it may have ended up worse than doing nothing at all."

"That makes sense, if I hadn't knocked him out, or worse, and he regained control of me..." she shuddered, "I don't even want to think about what he would have done to me. I think the best I could have hoped for would have been that he killed me, I don't think he would have. But, Mike, you couldn't have planned for what happened, wasn't it just luck that he happened to turn his back on you when he wasn't controlling you directly?"

"That luck was part of the plan, I didn't know how, when or even if the opportunity would arise, but I knew what I was going to do when it did."

"He had a split second to act," said Tiffany, "if he had waited 'till then to figure out what to do, the chance could have been lost."