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Shock (M/F, MC, Mild NC, Rom)
Copyright (C) by Stone-D 2001



Part IV : Physical Evidence

ELAINE SAT IN Charlotte 'Chaz' Tremaine's living room, her feet up on a
stool and her hands clasped protectively around a lukewarm cup of java
coffee. Chaz was her best friend. That had not always been the case -
being a raging lesbian, it wasn't until a tense argument had sparked
when Chaz's continual sexual jokes had gone beyond merely personal that
they had grown closer. Now she was her closest confidante and Elaine
had just finished telling her about the events at the clinic earlier
that day.

"I still can't believe it. You? I mean, sex... well, I've known you for
over three years now, and as far as I know you've had one guy and that
was two years ago. So no doubt you've been secretly gaggin' for it."

"Chaz!" Elaine exclaimed.

"Oh, come off it Elaine. You're human." She sipped at her drink. "But
even so, okay. You had sex. Big deal - but you just had to go with a
bang didn't you?" Chas held up her right hand and raised a finger.
"First, you quite literally had just met the guy. No matter if you were
washing or jacking him" - a muffled choking and spluttering sound came
from Elaine's direction - "while he was a veggie." She raised another
finger. "Second, and this one takes the cake and the grand prize in my
book, you did it in PUBLIC!" Chaz grinned at Elaine's discomfort,
evident by the bright red flush to her cheeks. "Imagine if you had been
caught! I mean, god that must have taken serious guts!"

"I should have," Elaine mumbled. "The orderly didn't show for the
rounds, talk about luck. As for guts... I honestly didn't even think
about it. My mind was a blank." She stared at her feet in
embarrassment. "I can't believe I actually wanked him! I can't believe
I... I fucked him! I can't believe it!"

"Jeez, Elaine!" Chaz slowly shook her head. "I've never known a more
level headed person in my life! God, you must have been wanting this
guy for weeks! Oh my god, fantasizing over a stiff!" She clapped a hand
over her mouth mockingly. "Goddamn necro!" She chuckled.

"Chaz, quit it! I know, ok? But I never thought about him like that -
he was just another patient, nothing more. Just my charge. But..." she
whispered. "But, Chaz, I've never felt anything like that before." She
looked up at her friend again. "Honest to god Chaz, I passed out. No
joke. I thought that was a myth!"

Charlotte's feelings on the subject were somewhat less than she
projected - lesbians, at least in her experience, regularly achieved
multiple orgasms. Over ten of them sometimes, though with no small
amount of effort. Admittedly passing out was rare, she herself had not
done so yet, but it was not unheard of. However, she did realize that
with guys it was a different matter. On that score she lacked the
experience, having only had straight sex the one time in high school
simply to rid herself of her virginity - and she had not even come
close to orgasm, thinking instead of how to meet up with Klara and not
raise her parents' nor anyone else's suspicions. Even that had been
partially out of spite - finally fed up of the continual advances by
chauvinist members of the local football team, on the spurr of the
moment she had grabbed one of the loner nerd types at a school dance
and dragged him into an empty room. It had taken nearly half a year to
get him to quit following her around.

Chaz waved her hand dismissively. "Nah, I reckon it was a reaction.
You've been without for so long it was probably similar to what usually
happens when you put too much air in a balloon. Bang. Kinda. Hah!" She
chuckled to herself. "Bang!" Then she looked seriously at Elaine, her
eyes narrowing slightly. "So, the question is, what now? You say you
gave him your number. You think he'll call? Want him to?"

Elaine looked up, the smile sliding off her face as she began to frown.
She fidgetted momentarily with the tassels hanging down from the seat
covers before she replied. "I'm not sure, on either count. Well... I
mean, I don't know the guy. I don't know what was going through his
head. I wish I could have spoken to him again before I left, but that
was impossible with the crowd."

"What was that? What happened?"

"Oh, sorry. I forgot to tell you. He came out of the coma spontaneously
and went into some kind of seizure - then almost immediately recovered
and it was as if there had been nothing wrong with him. Nothing showed
anything wrong - he was in better shape than me! Everything registered
green. All the docs were completely baffled." She shook her head
slowly. "Every other coma patient we've ever handled were like
vegetables when they first woke up - they have to go through weeks of
readjustment to get their bodies back in shape. But Daniel? He pops out
of the coma, fucks me, gets a serious prodding for a few hours then
goes! Just like that!" she exclaimed as she snapped her fingers.

Chaz shook her head, her lips pursed. "That's just too wierd. Elaine,
be careful. He might have flipped. Your boy sounds like he wasn't
entirely there. He did just wake up after all fer christ's sake!
Elaine," she added quietly, "you're a big girl but there's too many
wierdos out there. I should know."

Elaine nodded, then sighed. "I know, I realize that. Still..."

There was a moment of silence then as they looked at each other, then
Elaine downed the last of her coffee and stood up. "I'd best move. The
clinic's chaotic at the moment according to Katy, so I'll go in early
tomorrow."

Chaz nodded. "Yeah, get some sleep. And Elaine?"

"Hmmm?"

"Take care, huh? Seriously. I know you can handle yourself, but... just
be careful."

Elaine nodded, smiling weakly, then left.



She took the long route home - driving through the exclusive
residential areas, fantasizing about the fabulous lives that those rich
and famous must be leading, ignoring her own best friend's lifestyle.
Besides, Chaz was different. Elaine did this quite often; though it
wasn't envy that drove her. There was a sense of peace and safety in
the air, palpable enough to lend her some of its strength, relaxing and
calming her thoughts. Though there was no visible sign of it, she knew
that this area was one of the most tightly secured regions in the whole
city. Basic street crime here was zero, though robberies and the like
were possible they were extremely unlikely.

She needed that peace of mind today. Her lengthy talk with Chaz had
helped to sooth her confused brain somewhat, but she still had plenty
to sort through and think about.

That long route home took her two hours and nearly an entire tank of
gas, so by the time she reached her house it was almost dark.

Then she had a minor heart attack - for there was a man sat on her
steps. A very familiar looking man.

It was Daniel.

She pulled up in front of the house, turned off the ignition then sat
there for a few moments trying to regain control of her wildly
careening emotions and confused tangle of thoughts. She appraised him
from the safety of the car for almost half a minute - he did not look
threatening; dejected if anything. Nervous even. Steeling herself, she
climbed out of the car, locked it, then slowly approached him.

"Hi."

He looked up. There were bags under his eyes and his hair looked
disheveled and unkempt. What was wrong with him? A spasm of concern
crossed her mind, the nurse in her coming to the forefront.

"Are you alright? What's wrong?"

"Um... hi." He grinned weakly. "I'm sorry to come unannounced, but I
tried calling several times - you weren't in..." he said unnecessarily,
his voice trailing off.

"I was at my friend's house. Look, you look awful. What's wrong?"

"I... well, I could be better. Its... well, nothing... usual. Sort of,"
he replied.

"Do you need to go back to the clinic? Is that why you came to me?"
Elaine asked, a tremor in her voice betraying her botched attempt at a
cool demeanor.

Daniel looked shocked, then embarrassed. "God, no. No, they wouldn't be
able to help I'm sure. Damn! I was supposed to phone them," he
muttered. "No, I... I came here to see you actually. God this is
embarrassing." Daniel's face went slightly crimson.

"You've no idea," said Elaine, quietly relieved at this display of
normality from him.

"Look, can we... uh, talk inside? I need to explain a few things... and
hopefully you might be able to help me out a bit." Then he looked up at
her hastily. "I, uh, I promise I won't try anything."

Elaine flushed. "Its a bit late for that I think!" she retorted, then
she laughed as a look of consternation crossed his face. "God I still
think it was a dream, and now you're here. Damn! Look, okay come on in.
We can't be seen talking like this on the front steps anyway."

The inside of Elaine's house was an interesting mixture of styles,
although she lived alone there was evidence that this was not always
the case. There was an underlying neatness to the place - picture
frames arranged symmetrically, a simple display cabinet with a
selection of antique china dolls and assorted Toby jugs. Daniel vaguely
noticed evidence of the fact that she rarely had time to herself, her
work keeping her busy most of the time. A stack of unread newspapers, a
thin, oily sheen of dust on some sideboards, a jumbled mess of shoes in
front of the door and the occasional jacket or sweater drapped over the
back of a chair.

Elaine saw his appraising looks. "Sorry about the mess, but I've not
had much time to myself since my dad passed away and this place gets
out of hand so easily."

"Oh, I'm sorry... uh, I don't know what to say."

She smiled. "Its alright. Its been a year and a half, I'm pretty much
over it. Really though we weren't that close."

"Your mother?"

"She died when I was nine."

Daniel nodded, saying nothing. He followed her into the living room,
where she switched on her television, turned to a random music channel
with the volume low then motioned Daniel to sit wherever he wished. He
did so, choosing the sofa which was a comfortably safe distance from
Elaine who was on the big armchair.

"Oh! Sorry, do you want something to drink? Its not often I get
visitors."

Daniel shook his head, still remaining silent.

"So... what did you want to talk to me about?"

Daniel sat quietly for a moment to collect his thoughts. "I don't
really know how to say this without sounding like I belong back in the
hospital." She raised her eyebrows but remained silent. "About what
happened at the clinic... just before I... look, before I continue, how
do we stand here? How do you feel about what happened? I think we both
need to get that out of the way first."

Elaine looked down and fiddled with the corners of her fingernails for
a moment before replying. "I'm... not sure really, to tell the truth. I
don't - oh, nothing bad," she said hastily at the crestfallen look on
his face, which was washed by a flicker of relief as she spoke. "I'll
stand by what I said, I... enjoyed it. Really. Chaz is still skeptical
but... hell, that's up to her." She saw the questioning look. "She's my
best friend. I tell her everything."

Daniel sighed. "That's a relief, I'm glad you're okay with it." He
looked at her carefully. "I was worried that... oh, I dunno. You didn't
feel at all... compelled did you?" He paused, then grimaced as anxiety
gripped him. "Not... forced?"

Elaine looked stunned. "Compelled? Forced?" she spluttered. "You mean
rape? Oh, god no! Absolutely not! Dan, it was nothing of the kind!" Oh
my god, he was scared I thought he'd raped me and he still came here!
she thought with quiet amazement.

Daniel sighed again, closed his eyes and leaned back. "You... it might
have you know."

"What? I think I should know!" she said indignantly.

"No, not like that. I mean... okay, look. Remember before we... before
you passed out?"

"Um, yes? Err, vaguely at least." She blushed slightly.

"That was me," he blurted out inanely.

"Sorry?" she replied, confusion written on her face.

"I wasn't entirely truthful about my condition back at the clinic.
I've... changed, somehow."

Elaine grew slightly alarmed, remembering Chaz's words of warning.
"What do you mean... changed? In what way?" she said cautiously,
fighting against her instinct to shrink back into the chair.

Daniel paused again, then crouched over so that his elbows were on his
knees and his face lay in his hands with his fingers rubbing his
temples. "Oh hell. Elaine, do you believe in magic? No, not magic. ESP,
telepathy, that sort of thing? Psychic powers? Well, whether you do or
not, that's what changed in me. I can do that. And more apparently."

Elaine was stunned. This was totally unexpected; instead of the 'last
night was a mistake', 'we can still be friends' and 'I hope you
understand' sort of words she had been waiting for, he had dumped this
preposterous bombshell in her lap. "Is this some sort of joke?" she
finally asked indignantly.

"It's true."

"I don't believe it. No one has ever been able to prove that telep - "

"I can."

Elaine clammed up, her jaws half open in mid-sentence, her eyes
registering disbelief. "How?" she asked quietly.

"We were almost... interrupted. By an orderly."

"What? Richard? True, he was late but - "

"I interfered. I sent him away."

Elaine paused, disbelief mixed with a tinge of anger plainly visible on
her face. "That's not proof. Come on, you can't expect me to - "

"And then there was that doctor. Farrow."

"What about him?" Elaine asked after a brief moment of recollection.

"His behaviour didn't seem... odd, to you?"

Elaine frowned. "Yeeesss... but that could have been anything."

Daniel sighed in resignation. "Alright, alright fine. This is harder
than I thought it would be."

"Wait a minute. What does this have to do with... what? Compulsion?
Passing out you said?"

"Ah. Yes. That. Um, I caused that. I'm certain of it."

"What? The... no, surely - "

"Yes. The, ah, orgasm. The last one." Daniel flushed, silently pleased
that there had indeed been a 'last one'.

"You mean to tell me - "

"Yeah."

"But..."

"Its true."

Elaine shook her head. "It's true that it was... err, different, but - "

"Like I said, I can prove it." Daniel looked carefully at her. She had
her hands down at her side, half clenched into fists, but empty. Good,
he thought. Nothing that would cause a mess. I have to do this.

"That's just" - Daniel reached into her mind, sorted through the
tangled lines of energy and found the nexus he felt confidant was
responsible for sexual arousal - "not possible! I mean, how" - He
focused, then triggered a small jolt of energy - "could you effect me
in suaaAARRRRNNNNGGGGGHH!!!"

Elaine yelped, her eyes bugged and mouth stretched wide open in shock
as a powerful orgasm ripped through her. With her legs tensed and
stretched out widely, heels dragging at the carpet and knees flexing,
she held onto the chair arms with a vice-like deathgrip, her knuckles
whitening. She threw her head back as her chest heaved and twisted,
driving short, stuttered gasps from her throat. "GaaaaAAAAHHH MYYYY
GGAAWWDDDAAAMMMNNIITT!" She grimaced, her face twisted in a rictus of
sheer pleasure, as she bucked savagely in a fit of pleasure against the
chair back, arching her body upwards repeatedly and forcing her breasts
tight against her blouse, clearly outlining her suddenly erect nipples.

She came down fairly quickly, but it was several minutes during which
Daniel grew slightly alarmed before she rejoined the ranks of the
sentient and opened her bleary eyes.

"You okay?" Daniel enquired, leaning towards her. Elaine merely nodded
her reply, then they sat and stared at each other for a few moments.
"Are you satisfied?"

Elaine frowned, a puzzled expression fighting its way across her
twitching face.

"I meant the proof! Are you satisfied with the proof?"

She nodded, grinning inanely. "Guh!" She waited a few moments, then
tried again. "Yeah. Um, one hundred percent proof too, I'll say." She
giggled abruptly then looked at him with her eyes flashing. "Hey, can
I... ah, can I call Chaz over?"

"What? What for?" Daniel asked suspiciously.

"Look, I've already told her the rest and I need a different
perspective on it all. She's my best friend and... well, she's still
skeptical, so you'll have to... ah, give her some... proof."

"Oh my god, you've got to be kidding!" She shook her head slowly, still
grinning. "You're serious! God Elaine, I don't even know her! Hell, I
haven't even seen her!"

She spoke sharply at him. "Don't give me that, especially after our
'session' at the clinic!" Her voice softened. "It'll be alright. I know
her, she'll take it well. Very well, trust me."

"Oh, bloody hell." Daniel sighed and put his head back in his hands.
"Yeah, sure. Go ahead and call her. How long will it take her to get
here?"

"Not long. Ten minutes, max."

"Wait," Daniel waved her back as she made to stand up. "Before you
call, there's more. Elaine, I can also... I can also hear people's
thoughts."

"You can? You... I don't believe..." She trailed off. "I don't know
what I believe anymore. Are you doing it now? Reading my mind?" The
question was little more than a whisper, with traces of panic in her
trembling voice.

"It's not... no, I'm not. I can block it now, please believe me I don't
even want to do that."

"Why not? Why block it? It must - "

Daniel cut her off. "No, you don't understand. You can't imagine what
it felt like, having to listen to the thoughts of everyone - I mean
EVERYONE - who happened to walk past." His voice quietened, his
memories of the taxi ride still vividly fresh. "I was almost suicidal.
All those people, the nameless crowds you walk past every day without
noticing. I couldn't believe how... If I hadn't been shown how to block
it, I probably - "

"What do you mean, 'shown'?" Elaine asked abruptly. "What do you...
Never mind. Leave that till later please, I'm... well, I don't want a
downer right now if you know what I mean."

Daniel smiled faintly. "Yeah, I guess. You'd better go ahead and call
Chaz. Lets get this over with."



Twenty minutes of tense anticipation and nervously neutral chatter
later, there was a loud chiming and Elaine sprang up off the chair,
racing to answer the door. The woman who shortly entered the room,
regally sweeping through and arranging herself delicately onto the
settee opposite Daniel, was almost beyond description. Tall, graceful
in her bearing with a full head of waist length dirty blonde hair and a
tanned, flawless complexion, she was absolutely stunning. Her tight,
form fitting faded blue jeans outlined her long legs gloriously, a view
of her behind as she passed forcing a sharp intake of breath from
Daniel. She would have made millions on the catwalks of Milan if she
were more skeletal; thankfully that was not the case. Her proportions
were as perfect as any male could hope for, her breasts the right size
for her build and sitting firmly high on her chest.

Suddenly Daniel lost all his reluctance and was actually looking
forward to presenting his 'proof'.

"Daniel, meet Chaz - Charlotte. Charlotte Tremaine. Chaz, meet Daniel."
They nodded respectively, appraising each other silently during the
introductions.

"Please, just call me Chaz." She said, in a rich, husky voice that
hinted at a life filled with glamourous parties that climaxed in...
well, climaxes.

"Thanks. Ah, nice to meet you."

"Likewise," she said alluringly. "Elaine has told me so... much...
about you," she said, an erotic sound filled with the promise of wild,
fantasy filled nights and sensuous mornings.

"Chaz, quit it! This isn't the time!" Elaine said sharply.

Chaz look at her reproachfully. "Aw, man!" she said in a voice much
more in tune with the world Daniel knew. "You're no fun, girl!" She
stabbed out her tiny pink tongue in Elaine's general direction then
grinned wickedly at Daniel, giggling lightly as she saw the flustered
look on his face.

"She gets off doing that, Daniel," Elaine sighed wearily. "Don't take
her seriously. Besides, I'm not sure if I mentioned it earlier but
she's totally gay... aren't you honey?" she asked demurely.

"Damn!" Chaz muttered. "Oh, alright. So what's this all about? You and
your mystery call, dragging me out here. I was going out! So where's
the fire?" She pouted and inelegantly flung herself back onto the
settee, stretching her legs out.

Something was poking insistently at Daniel from deep within his
memories, something to do with... then it clicked. "Tremaine... any
relation to Roderick Tremaine?" he asked.

Chaz mouthed an obscenity. "Trust you Elaine to get hooked up with
someone who knows dad!" she said vehemently. "Yeah, he's my father.
Unfortunately. That a problem?"

"Woah!" Daniel raised his hands defensively. "I know of him, I don't
know him." He saw the hostile look on her face. "Hey! He's only one of
the biggest wheelers in the stocks business, I'd be pretty damned
incompetent to not know about him!"

Chaz opened her mouth for a retort, then sighed and shrugged
apologetically. "Sorry. I get too emotional thinking about my family.
Look, can we start again? Please?" She smiled winsomely, her blue eyes
flashing.

"Chaz..." Elaine warned quietly.

Daniel interrupted her. "Hey, its okay. I'm onto her game now, and
besides - I'm not too far from that kind of situation myself, so lets
leave it. I've forgotten already." Both Elaine and Chaz smiled
gratefully at him. "Elaine, I think... uh, how about that drink you
mentioned earlier?"

"Good idea. I'll - "

"No, I'll get it. I think you should talk with Chaz while I'm gone. I'd
prefer it that way if you don't mind."

Elaine looked between him and Chaz for a moment then nodded. "Sure. I
keep my drinks in the kitchen. There's a cabinet over the oven space,
the glasses are on a rack by the sink. I'll have water myself though."

"Me too," said Chaz.

"Oh. Err, alright. Back in a while."



Daniel took his time. He set off straight to the kitchen and arranged
three glasses of water - taken from the fridge - on a tray, paused for
a moment then added some ice. The prospect of presenting a tray of mere
water to two gorgeous women, one of whom he had just met and looked
straight off the cover of Mayfair and a wet dream come true, regardless
of her sexual preference, seemed somewhat ludicrous.

He surveyed the kitchen to pass the time; neat, carefully organized.
Not quite spotless due to her busy schedule, like the living room, but
tidy nonetheless. A reflection of Elaine. He decided there and then
that there was no way he could allow her anywhere near his place until
he had cleaned it up dramatically. Nor Chaz. He thought of the mystery
object on his own kitchen table and shuddered inwardly. Perhaps it
would be simpler to just move elsewhere.

Suspecting that more time was needed, he hunted around for a while for
the bathroom, and found the door hidden behind a an assortment of coats
hanging off the door from hooks screwed into its surface. Again it was
neat - much cleaner than the rest of the place so far, which was to be
expected. He refrained from inspecting the cabinet over the sink - he
felt slightly uncomfortable at the idea of rifling through someone's
private belongings, no matter how close they were. Or had been. Daniel
grimaced at himself momentarily in embarrassment.

Finally though Daniel ran out of things to do, and decided to make his
way to the living room with the tray of drinks.

He found them staring mutely at the television, now showing some
airhead chick waving her arms spastically as she presented a summary of
the top twenty hits charts. Putting the tray on the table, he gave each
of the girls a drink then took one himself as he sat back down on the
chair he was on earlier. "Everything sorted then?" he asked.

"Shit, Elaine, this is bullshit!" Chaz burst out suddenly.

Elaine sighed and looked at Daniel imploringly, who raised his eyebrows
questioningly.

"I mean, for god's sake! First you blither on about how great a fuck he
was, then you go and tell me he's bloody superman as well! I hope he
didn't damage you with his power thrust!" Chaz spat sarcastically,
completely unfazed by the fact that Daniel was in the same room, his
face slowly becoming an interesting shade of scarlet. "I can see it
now, 'Mystery Crime of Passion! Woman speared mercilessly to a bloody
pulp!'"

"Uh, Elaine, what have you been telling her?"

"Just what you told me! Almost. But I never - "

"Hah! You'd better not suck him, or your walls will end up redecorated
with a fresh coat of 'Hint of Brain'!"

"Chaz!" Elaine spoke sharply. "Get a grip, you're being dramatic again!"

This is just great. Superb, Daniel thought. Just what I needed. Nice
one.

"But Elaine, you can't seriously expect me to even begin to believe
that do you!?" Chaz asked sullenly, her voice quieter.

"No, Chaz. Of course not. Certainly not on my testimony alone, nor even
Daniel's." Elaine replied kindly.

"But - "

"Just wait, everything will be clearer. I promise." She looked at
Daniel. "Go on then."

"What? You haven't told her? But - "

"No, this is the best. Just do it, please."

Daniel sighed. He looked over at Chaz - she had already emptied her
drink, replaced it on the tray and was perched on the edge of the
settee. "Oh, alright. Chaz, just sit back and relax would you? Better
still, lie down."

"What? What do you mean, 'lie down'? Hey! Hang on, I want you to prove
you're goddamned superman, not thAAARRRRRGGGHH!!!" She wheezed, gasping
deep in her throat as her arms flailed wildly, trying to find something
to grab a hold of. "HNNNGGGHH!" She grunted a moment later as she
doubled over, clasping her jeans-clad thighs tightly together as her
upper body trembled in a fight to maintain control and draw breath.
"Ohmyfuckingodohshitoh..." she gasped tightly through her clenched
teeth.

Her mewling was cut off abruptly as she spasmed, throwing her body
backwards to stretched out on the cushions, her head tipped back and
mouth agape in a soundless scream. She bucked and trembled furiously,
her feet pushing and shoving against the far end of the settee and her
thighs opening and closing randomly as her hands tore wildly at her
blouse, grasping at her breasts beneath the cloth.
"OHHHHHFFFUUUUUUCCCKKKKK!" she screamed. With one hand holding tightly
to a tit and squeezing it roughly, the other stabbed down between her
legs and clamped hard on her mound, the index finger trying to drill a
hole through the tough material.

Suddenly she rolled over onto her stomach, thrashing her legs with
abandon as the hand at her crotch, seemingly with a life of its own,
gave up the futile attempt at penetration and dove beneath the
waistband of her tight jeans, rapidly disappearing inch by inch until
only the wrist showed. "ShitshitshitshitFUUUCK!!" she whimpered, her
voice rising an octave or two. Her ass suddenly shot up and her knees
drew in, her head and shoulders pressing hard against the cushioned
armrest as both her hands moved in a blur of motion that no normal
camera could possibly have captured, or so Daniel thought as he and his
extremities sat rapt to attention.

Chaz's eyes suddenly snapped open, a look of rabid animal hunger
glittering where intelligence should have been, as she searched the
room frantically. Alighting upon Elaine, she leapt up growling with a
cry of jubilation and jumped at her as she tore madly at her twisted
shirt, wrenching the buttons free in her bid to free her flesh.

"NO! Chaz, no!" Elaine shouted in alarm, pressing herself back into the
seat.

Snarling with despair, Chaz span around - seeing Daniel, she dove
towards him and before he could react, had landed on his lap, wrapped
her legs about his waist and was busy tearing at his shirt, her mouth
kissing furiously at his face and nibbling his neck and shoulders as
she gibbered insanely.

Daniel was stunned. Her unexpected display had already given him a
raging erection and the fact that she was now wantonly grinding her
jeans-covered clit against his inflated prick was no help at all. He
responded in kind; he pushed his tongue into her mouth when it was
available, he grasped at her bra-covered breasts as she writhed in her
impromptu lapdance, his hips pushing up as she humped hers down on his
imprisoned member.

It wasn't until it was almost too late, Chaz's firm breasts finally
free from the bra with the rosy nipples pushing insistently against his
roughly kneading hands and her jeans magically transported to a twisted
jumble about her ankles, her sopping panties making a disturbingly
aromatic stain on his trouser front, that Daniel had a moment to think
and reason won the war of defiance with his angry prick. Reaching a
desperate tendril of mental energy into her mind, he held her wriggling
flesh tightly against himself - nearly giving his enraged manhood
enough ammo to break down his defences - as he prodded her cortex with
his thought.

Suddenly she grunted once fell slack in his arms, fast asleep and
breathing deeply, her eyes grooving to the beat of REM as beads of
sweat trickled down her face and neck.

"Fucking hell!" Daniel gibbered, his lovestick still throbbing hard and
insistent against her mound.

"Holy shit!" came Elaine's equally unintelligible response.

Taking a firm grip on his emotions, Daniel carefully - both for Chaz's
benefit and his own distressed nether regions - stood up and carried
her back to the settee, then gently laid her down, resting her head on
a cushion and arranging her limbs more comfortably. He stood, paused to
stare at her semi nude form with his gaze lingering momentarily on her
soaked panties, then walked back and slumped heavily into the chair -
wincing slightly at the impact. "Bloody hell!" he muttered, for a
number of reasons.

They both sat there for a moment, stunned in quiet shock. Chaz's
reaction had been... interesting.

"Thank you." Elaine said eventually, her voice quiet and distant.

Daniel merely sat still with his eyes closed, inwardly meditating in an
attempt to calm down his mental storms and raging hormones.

"You could have... thank you." Elaine continued.

"I've never had a woman try to rape me before." Daniel announced
jokingly, a lame attempt to lighten the atmosphere. He was calm now,
his emotions in check and disappointed member subdued. He still had to
avoid looking at Chaz, but that was easy. Almost. It was the still-warm
stain on his lap and the pungent aroma wafting up from it that was
difficult to ignore.

"Daniel, what on earth did you do to her?" Elaine asked softly.

He shook his head. "Nothing I didn't do to you. Less even! Honest! I
didn't want to do anything besides give her the, uh, proof you said she
needed."

Elaine blinked. "Nothing? But... my god. Uh, is she alright?"

Daniel nodded. "I sent her into a deep sleep. She's okay now, I can
wake her up any time."

"Do it. I... we need to talk to her. Wait, let me cover her up a bit
first."

"Sure." Daniel waited until Elaine was finished, then concentrated for
a moment, after a quick pause while he eyeballed her sleeping form.
Shortly, Chaz's slumbering body shifted and her eyes fluttered open
weakly, looking distinctly glazed. She looked around fearfully for a
moment, then closed again as she recognized where she was and who she
was with. Suddenly they shot back open again as she remembered.

"That... was a dream, wasn't it?" She looked at Elaine and Daniel
desperately. "Tell me it was!"

Elaine shook her head, Daniel remained still.

Chaz sighed and curled up under the blanket Elaine had draped over her.
"That was... jesus wept, Daniel." Chaz's voice was soft, filled with
wonder.

"Are you alright?" Daniel asked. He refused to look into her mind for
the answer, now that she was now coherent and fully in control of
herself.

Chaz began to nod, then firmly shook her head. "No I'm bloody not!
Fuck, that was wild! What did you do to me? My god, I'm a complete
wreck, I can barely move!"

"I didn't do anything that I had not done to Elaine. As I've already
said to her. Actually it was less. Your reaction took me... took us
entirely by surprise."

"That's an understatement!" Elaine responded in mild reproach. "Chaz,
you were like a crazy animal. You actually tried to rape me, then when
that failed you had a go at Daniel and almost succeeded." She looked at
Daniel. "Almost, thank god. Almost."

Chaz nodded weakly. "Yeah, sorry about that. I... I dunno, I totally
lost it. I just went fucking nuts. Um, I suppose you noticed. I
couldn't stop cumming! Oh jesus, sorry guys." Her eyes were shining,
tears beginning to flow.

"Hey, its okay, it wasn't your fault," Daniel chanted the rote
consolation words, then chuckled lightly. "Its nothing to be
embarrassed about, you were taken by surprise and had no chance to
prepare. Besides, I... ah, we both enjoyed it." He looked at Elaine,
still grinning. "So there's nothing to be guilty about. If anyone's to
blame its me, or both of us... but I've no idea what happened there!
Honest."

"Thanks. I feel better now."

"Glad to hear it," Elaine said finally.

"Why did I zonk out like that though? That kinda worries me, you know?
It was too..." Chaz suddenly sat up in alarm as she recalled Elaine's
words. "Elaine?! When you said you pass - "

"Don't worry about it. If it wasn't for Daniel's quick thinking, no
doubt the both of us would even now be on our backs getting boned
silly. I'm not sure I would regret that," she added after a pause, "but
you..."

Chaz chuckled drily, panic gone from her features, as she settled back
down onto the settee. "I'm damned surprised to admit it, but... shit,
after that I don't know what I think. Hell, I was aching for it - what,
a few minutes ago? - and now... um, now the thought doesn't repel me
quite as much as it usually would. No, it doesn't repel me at all." Her
voice lowered slightly and a rosy flush tainted her smooth white face.
"Quite the opposite." She looked up at Daniel. "You've got quite a
weapon there Daniel."

"Uh, p-pardon?" Daniel stammered. He remembered with perfect detail how
Chaz had vigorously ground her slit against his raging shaft; that
thought alone was enough to start his blood churning its merry way to
his groin. Elaine just sat still, her lips frozen to the glass she had
been drinking from, and occasionally blinking.

"You could have great fun with that trick of yours!" Chaz clarified,
failing to recognize her inadvertent innuendo.

"What?" Daniel flushed, momentarily taken aback as his train of thought
backpedaled. "Oh, uh, yeah. I suppose. Hadn't thought of it."

"I assume its not just women right? I mean, we've all got similar
brains... right?" Chaz asked, her tone rising slightly.

"Of course. Well, I haven't tried, of course, but there's no reason why
it... uh, wouldn't work."

"Cool!" Chaz grinned.

"Woah, hang on there!" Daniel began as he realized what she was saying.
"I don't think that would be a wise thing to mess about with. No, I
KNOW it wouldn't."

Elaine nodded. "Definitely. That's not something you want to take
lightly."

"Oh, come on!" Chaz whined. "Its not as if its a bad thing, is it? I
mean, you just did me and I'm not complaining. Quite the opposite!
Hell, I want more!" she hinted brazenly.

"You're not thinking," said Elaine, ignoring her last comment. "For a
start, what if they reacted like you? What if they ran around hunting
for the nearest warm body to, uh, fuck? I'm not convinced they'd thank
you after that!"

Chaz's face fell. "True. Shit."

"And when would you do it? While they're driving?"

"Oh, shit Elaine! Of course not, I'm not stupid!" Chaz replied
vehemently.

"But you see my point."

"Yeah. Oh, alright I was wrong. Sorry. But," she looked up hopefully,
"just for the record, I want that to happen again. I insist! Okay?" She
saw Daniel start to frown, Elaine expressionless as she peered at her
fingers. Then she became slightly desperate. "Please!? I've never had
anything like that before! What will it take? You want me as a slave?
Okay! Fine! Whatever!"

"Chaz!" Elaine burst out, shocked.

"Errr..." mumbled Daniel, speechless but definitely not averse to the
idea. My apartment needs a good clean for a start, he thought somewhat
naively.

"You know what I mean, Elaine. He said he gave it worse to you! Don't
tell me you don't want that again."

Elaine was silent for a moment before she spoke. "I... okay, I admit
it. I want it again. But I'm not so desp - "

"Bull. Give it a week, and you'll be on your knees begging for it.
Hell, a few days! Mark my words."

All three of them sat there for a while, silently ruminating Chaz's
erotic words. Elaine stared and fiddled with her fingernails again,
trying to keep her mind on neutral thoughts and not the idea of getting
literally turned on by Daniel again, while Daniel himself and Chaz
watched the television without paying attention until they were forced
to change the channel when one of the millions of Macarena variations
started playing.

"Well," Daniel said eventually, "its certainly a novel way to break the
ice."

Chaz stared at him, then both she and Elaine burst out laughing.

"Break the ice? You've already screwed me, you... you prat!" Elaine
managed to mumble past her giggling fit.

"Errr..." Daniel fell back into speechless mode.

"Oh shit!" wheezed Chaz as her laughter settled down. "I'd forgotten
about that!"

Elaine, remembering their initial conversation, spoke up after they had
calmed down. "You mentioned something earlier about... mind reading?
ESP?" She was still fidgeting with her fingernails.

"Right! Another of Daniel's super powers!" Chaz cackled. "I bet that's
fun!"

Daniel shook his head vigorously. "Useful sometimes, yes, certainly.
But fun?" He glanced at Elaine. "Definitely not." Then he told them of
his problems dealing with his newfound 'gift', his ordeal at the clinic
and the nightmare taxi ride.

"But you said you could block it earlier!" Elaine asked with a look of
concern, Chaz with faint chagrin furrowing her thin eyebrows.

"That's... true. I can, now. But I was shown how to do it, I couldn't
figure out how to do it myself."

"Shown? What do you..." Elaine sat up, comprehension striking her
between the eyes. "You met someone... else! Someone like you!"

Daniel paused for a moment, conflicting emotions crisscrossing his
face. Then he sighed and nodded as he reached a decision. "Yeah. This
morning, I..."



'Shock' continues in Part V : A Rude Awakening

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