I'm not sure where the power came from. I'm not even sure where I came from. The orphanage wasn't helpful in determining my parentage, but that's neither here nor there. What it boils down to is that I have the ability to manipulate the minds of others. Many others.

I suppose the good that I do kind of counter balances the bad. There aren't many murders or robberies in my neighborhood... there's almost no drug use at all. I stay open for naughty thoughts like that, and squelch them in the minds of the thinkers when they come about. About the only crime that happens on a regular basis is rape. Mostly because I do it.

Oh, I'm sure some wide-area statistical survey of crime in the area would point out these odd patterns - if I let it. My mind can easily do eleven or twelve things at once, and making sure that anyone who gets suspicious of my power forgets their suspicions completely is something I do without thinking about it anymore.

I still remember when the power first exerted itself. I was sixteen at the time.

I guess I always had this fascination with rape... so much so, that late at night, I would stay up late, thinking about it, thinking about how it was occurring somewhere, right now, out there. It always got me hot enough to masturbate to. That night ,though, it was like I got a radio message in my head, or something. I was concentrating very hard on the fact that there was probably someone being raped RIGHT NOW, and then, I was in the head of a rapist!

He'd found some woman jogging late at night, and had grabbed her and dragged her behind some houses, not three miles from my own house! When his mind was opened to me, he had a knife to her throat, and was stripping her jogging suit off of her.

I could see everything he saw... the tears in her eyes, the zipper on her jogging suit pulling down, revealing big, round breasts in a sports bra, the glint of the knife at her white throat. I could feel the zipper in his hands, feel the warmth of her close to his fingers. I could feel how hard he was.

I was immediately aware, of course, that I was actually receiving someone's thoughts. Someone else might have dismissed it as a waking dream or some such, but I knew. A human mind was open to me.

I watched gleefully as he pulled off her sweat pants, shorts, and panties, and felt the wetness of her pussy as he stuck his finger up her. She squirmed a lot... I remember that very well. She squirmed nicely.

Among the things I found out this night was that I was multi-orgastic. I came hard when he forced her mouth onto his cock, hands in her hair, forcing her head back and forth on him. He almost came himself, but he wanted more from her. When her helpless mouth had gotten him good and hard, he had thrown her onto her back, yanked down the sports bra, and fucked her as he held the knife to her throat. I came a second time.

But he still wasn't finished. Before he could shoot, he had turned her over onto her stomach, and still holding the knife to her defenseless throat, he had fucked her tight little asshole, warning her that if she made any sound, he'd kill her.

I came a third time with no difficulty. I stayed in his mind as he left her there, alive, pulled up his pants, and went home. I dug around in his brain, found out who he was, where he worked, everything about him. He had raped three other women, and was planning on raping more. I pulled out of his mind, but tried to remember the feel of it, so I could see him rape more women.

But I was still horny. Whatever dam had burst inside my mind, it had burst other things too, and now I had a ravenous appetite. My hand wasn't going to satisfy it, either.

There was a perfectly good naked woman three miles away, but instead, I thought of the woman who lived next door. Every so often, when the sun was out, she'd be out sunbathing in a string bikini. I loved watching it when she tanned her back, removing the top of the bikini to make her tan even. I tried reaching her mind.

It was much easier than I had thought. Apparently, some part of my mind had always been "awake," reading the patterns of people around me, and storing them in my subconscious memory. My mind made contact with hers, and I reveled in the power of it.

She was getting ready to go to bed, having had a late night. Her husband was already asleep, and she was in a silk nightgown. She was looking in the mirror, which gave me the opportunity to look at her as well. Short, dark hair, nice slim body with good sized, firm breasts. I wanted to see her breasts bare, very badly. I had spent so much time imagining what they would look like if she suddenly sat up while sunbathing that the urge to see them was nearly overpowering. I tried sending the suggestion to her mind that she open her top.

I almost had my fourth orgasm of the evening when she casually unlaced her nightgown and revealed her lovely, creamy-white breasts to the mirror!

I suggested she stroke and caress them, and play with the nipples. Her lovely, long-nailed hands slowly circled her breasts, gently twirling her nipples between thumb and forefinger. I could feel excitement build within her, and I realized that there might not be a limit to what I could tell her to do.

My parents were in the living room, watching television. While I watched her through her eyes, I suggested to them, with a thought, that they turn off the television and go to bed. As they did so, on command, the possibilities seemed to take on infinite proportions. I suggested to them that they would sleep deeply, not hearing any noises in the house at all that night. A reassuring feel from their minds assured me that my command had been accepted.

Jill, the neighbor, next received the suggestion that, without closing her top, she should walk over to our front door and ring the doorbell. Her husband received much the same suggestion as my parents... sleep deeply, hear nothing.

I pulled up my shorts and put on a robe, and like a horny teenager, went down to wait by the front door. In minutes, the doorbell rang.

I opened the door, and she was standing there, her tits hanging out, looking very puzzled.

"Dan?" she said. "What... what's happening..."

I realized that without further suggestions, she would come to her senses and know something was amiss.

"You're in a hypnotic trance," I said, "and will obey my every order."

She smiled, as though that cleared up a lot of things for her, and then became very much the stereotypical person-in-hypnosis you see on bad sitcoms. I guess that was how she perceived being in a trance, so that's how she acted. Worked for me.

"Come in, close, and lock the door," I said. She did so, in a semi-sleepwalker fashion. "Go up to my room," I commanded.

I started to elaborate... Jill had never been in my house, and probably had no idea where I slept. I was amazed to see that, without hesitation, she proceeded up the stairs and to the left, directly for my bedroom!

I figured that my mind was subconsciously sending information to her mind so that she could fulfill my commands. That proved to be quite beneficial... when I made a command, she would do what I want, whether it was what I said or not. As I followed her up the stairs, I not only got to admire her long, tan legs, but her short night-shirt was excellent for showing off her ass clad in sheer silk panties as she swayed up the steps.

I followed her into my bedroom, and shut the door. Even if I had commanded privacy from everyone who might be able to hear me, I still wanted that door shut. Utter privacy was in the perception, as well as the commands.

I lay on my bed, and removed my robe. "Jill," I said, "take off all your clothes."

Because of my subconscious level of control, she did it just the way I wanted her to. She slowly slipped the nightgown off her shoulders, and shimmied it sexily down her sides, over her hips, and let it drop down her legs. Clad only in the panties, she rubbed her hands down the sides of her body, moaning in passion, and gently slipped her fingers into the waistband. Swaying her hips, she slowly took down her panties, giving me a profile of her. As she dropped them, she bent over, letting me see the wondrous lines of her ass stick up into the air. She stepped out of them, and went back to just standing there, in her trance.

The possibilities were, as I have noted, endless. I had my beautiful neighbor naked, in front of me, helpless, in my bedroom, ready to obey any command I had for her. That left me with a problem.

I wanted to rape her. Oh, sure, it would have been rape if I had just told her to lie down and spread her legs... she was in no mental condition to give her consent at the moment. But what I wanted was the fear in her eyes, the terror... I wanted to control her in another way. I sat there, my cock straining at my shorts, watching her breathe. Her nipples moved gently as she did so, turning me on more every second.

Then, it came to me. How to rape her, safely, and get away with it. All I had had to do was properly consider my alternatives, which were nearly limitless.

"Jill," I said, "When I snap my fingers, you will wake up from your trance. You will not know where you are, or how you got here. You will not be able to recognize me, no matter how hard you try. You will not be able to work the lock on the door."

That was an excellent start, I thought. I started to snap my fingers, and stopped. Why stop there?

"Furthermore," I said, "you will not be able to hurt me. You will not be able to, no matter how hard you try, scratch, hit, kick, or bite me." Biting was important, I thought. Especially for some things I had planned. "You will be too frightened to think straight. Do you understand?"

"Yes," she said, nodding. I stood up, took the sash from my bathrobe, and stood behind her. The view was good back there. She had a lovely, firm, round ass, and she was formed beautifully. It looked like she worked out. With a smile on my lips, I snapped my fingers.

She looked started, even from behind. She looked to both sides of her, down at herself, and down at her clothing on the floor.

"What... where..." she started, when I threw the sash over her throat.

"Make a sound, and I'll kill you," I said, tightening the sash. Her hands went to her throat, and a little croak escaped, but she was silent. I held onto both ends of the sash with one hand, and reached around her to cup her breast with the other hand. "You do what I tell you to, you won't get hurt," I said. This was great! I was getting to say all the things I'd wanted to say to a woman for so long!

"What are you going to do to me?" she said, in a very scared voice. I roughly pushed her onto the bed, where she quickly rolled to her back and looked up at me.

The look of fear on her face almost made me come right then and there. She lay there, breathing hard, her breasts heaving, her legs slightly apart, supporting herself on her elbows. She looked down at herself on the bed, and back up to me.

"No," she said, softly, fearfully. I stepped forward, nodding. She skittered backwards on the bed, stopping when her head was pressed against the headboard. "Please... please, no!"

I've witnessed many rapes since that night, and committed many myself. I know what a rape is like, differing from a fantasy of one. But my subconscious had only my fantasy to work with, so the event occurred exactly as I wanted it to.

I knelt on the bed next to her head, and pulled down my shorts. My cock sprang out, erect and ready.

"No, please," she repeated, as I reached behind her head with one hand. Her eyes looked up into mine, pleading the whole time. "No, don't make me suck your cock, please! I've never done this before... I don't even let my husband put it in my mouth! Oh, please, no, not in my mouth! No... no.... NO!....Nmmmmph!"

Her mouth felt incredible. Just the feel of the head of my cock sliding in past her full, red lips nearly made me come again, but I was exerting some new-found self control to make this whole experience last! As I got the head of it into her mouth, she moaned, and began to whimper, in fear and humiliation. Her eyes looked up to me, fearful, the eyes of a woman whose mouth was being raped. But her tongue!

Rather than sit there placidly, trying to give as little comfort and aid as possible, her tongue gently worked at the cleft of the bottom of my cock-head, teasing it, running the very tip of her tongue around the base of the head. She sucked on it, licking it, and I pulled her head further onto my cock, until her mouth was quite full.

Her pleading, begging mouth worked on my hard cock like the most finely trained street-whore, sucking on it, licking it, tracing each vein and ridge with a hot, wet tongue-tip. I loosened my grip on the back of her head somewhat, and she began bobbing her head back and forth, making the noises of a woman who was being forced to give head against her will, but giving head like I was giving her a diamond ring and a yacht! I tightened my grip again, to gain the feeling of a rapist once more, and forced her head onto my cock harder and harder, in time with her own thrusts upon my dick.

Her hot, wet mouth and tight lips were bringing me beyond the point where I could control myself, but still, I held back. This experience was the greatest moment of my life, and I wanted to savor it. Then, my hand "forced" her head all the way down my shaft, as she took the head of my cock into her tight throat!

She choked, her eyes bugged out, and the sound of her gagging was music to my ears. After a moment, I pulled my cock out until the head of it rested on her tongue, then I forced it in again, and again, and again! Both of my hands grabbed her head, and forced her head down onto my cock over and over. She writhed, and choked, and moaned her pleas to me, making me hotter and hotter. Then, as her magic tongue worked against the bottom side of my cock, she took my whole length down her throat, and I shot my cum into her. I kept it in for a moment, choking her, and then pulled out, pushing her over onto her back, where she commenced to gasp and writhe about sexily, thrusting out her breasts with each great intake of air.

A fine sheen of sweat had broken out on her body in her exertions, and it only added to her loveliness. It was only moments before I was hard again, and kneeling between her long, tanned legs.

"Oh, god," she said, as I spread her legs wide. "Please, no, haven't you done enough? Oh, you've raped my mouth, you bastard, can't you let me go now?"

I smiled as I started to thrust my cock into her tight pussy. She gripped my headboard in both hands, over her head, and let out a cry.

"NO! Oh, god, RAPE! RAPE! Help, he's RAPING ME! Please, HELP ME! Oh, no! NO! NO! RAPE!"

Spurred on by her outcry, I thrust my cock into her with all of my might.

She was quite wet, and penetration was easy.

One thing - at this point, I was a virgin. Before this night, I had never had a woman in any way. I couldn't have been all that impressive, even as a rapist. But my subconscious seemed to know, on my gut level, what I needed to hear, and it fed the lines to Jill as I pumped away inside her hot, wet cunt.

"Oh, god, please stop! Oh, it's too big! It's too big, please! You're hurting meeeeeee..."

I reached down, and grasped her big boobs in both hands, and squeezed them hard. She screamed, throwing her head back and howling.

Somewhere, in the back of my mind, I registered that someone in a nearby house had heard her. In the same place, a command went out, making sure that person forgot hearing the sound, and could no longer hear anything coming from my room that night. I didn't realize this at the time... I was far too busy enjoying my first fuck, and couldn't be bothered with the extent of my powers as they were coming to be. Later, though, it gave me some clue as to the extent of my abilities.

"Oh, god, please take it out! No, stop... stop....puh-leeeeeez! Oh, god, stop RAPING ME!!!"

All the while she was squirming, holding onto the headboard helplessly, her hips actually thrusting up to meet my own thrusts. It was exactly what I wanted... a woman who looked and sounded like a rape victim, but fucked like an utter slut. Her cries became nothing but insensible moanings and pleadings as I continued to thrust my long, hot prick into her helpless pussy, feeling the tightness of it squeezing me for my entire length. It wasn't long before I shot my wad again, spilling my seed into her pussy for all I was worth!

I lay on top of her for a while, feeling my satisfied prick getting soft.

She lay there, averting her eyes from me and crying quietly. I was almost done, I could feel my reserves being low. But I was not quite finished yet.

I turned her over onto her stomach, and gently stroked the backs of her legs, reveling in the luxuriousness of her silky, tanned skin. When she tried to get up, I roughly held her head down on the pillow with one hand, while I continued to stroke her beautiful back.

She had an absolutely incredible ass. I had noticed it many times before, as she lay there in her string bikini, and now I admired not only the lovely, firm roundness of it's appearance, but the feel of the soft, bouncy flesh in my hand. I felt up her ass for a good ten minutes, my cock getting harder every second. I pulled my shorts completely off, and straddled her legs... this was going to be the best yet.

"What... what are you doing? Oh, god, please, no more, I can't take any more... oh, what's happening?"

My cock became truly rampant as I guided it between those delicious ass cheeks, and pressed it against her tightly puckered asshole. She tried to rise up, to throw me off, but my hand on the back of her head defeated her.

"No, please, stop, that's the wrong place! What are you... oh, god, no, please, don't fuck my ass! I've never been fucked there, ever! Oh, please, no... no... Stop...STOP! OW! OHHHH!"

With her legs tightly together, between mine, it was tight going, but that's what I wanted. There was nothing she could do, now, no movements or techniques I wanted, even subconsciously, for her to use. I just wanted to rape the bitch up the ass. Slowly, painfully for both of us, I pushed the head of my cock into her.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! Oh, god, NOOO! Oh, take it out, please, take it OUT!"

Well, there WAS some yelling I wanted her to do, and like a true trouper, she did it. It got a little easier once I had the head of my cock inside her, but it was still amazingly tight and hot in her ass.

I released her head (she wasn't going anywhere) and grasped her hips with both hands. With that extra leverage, I managed to force my raping cock completely up her helpless asshole, making her yell in agony. It was my finest moment up till then. I had my cock up a helpless woman's ass, and I was raping her with it!

"Oooh, oh stop.... please...."

Her words came out in gasps as I started to pump her butt, fucking her harder than ever before. I could feel every millimeter of my cock on fire with excitement (and not a little friction) as I raped her ass, pumping her mercilessly, forcing my cock in again and again!

She squirmed deliciously under me, her body seeking escape and finding none. "Oooh, he's raping my ass!" she cried through abundant tears. "It's tearing me apart! Oh, you bastard, stop it! STOP IT! Oh, GOD!"

It took several minutes of grunting and sweating on my part, and I loved every second of it, as she helplessly writhed in pain under me. When I came, I roared at the top of my lungs and shot my sperm deep in her bowels. She continued to cry for several minutes after I pulled out, and I laid next to her on the bed, and got my breath back.

After a few minutes, I mentally ordered her to go bring me a warm, wet cloth and clean my cock. Still sniffling, still the rape victim, she did so, almost bringing me to erection again. But, even I turned out to have limits, and she had brought me to them. Of course, with practice and exercise, my limits have increased somewhat...

With a mental order to forget everything that happened that night, she went home, where she would spend several days wondering where all the sperm came from, seeing as how she didn't recall her husband fucking her, especially not in the ass, where she had, indeed, never before been fucked!

Since that fateful evening, I have used the power for both many acts of good. I've stopped a couple of wars you never would have survived, and stopped some crimes that you never suspected could happen. But the price for this power is the appetite it brings with it. Three, perhaps four times a week, I bring women to me, or find them and take them to hotels, and rape them senseless. I've never left one pregnant, I've never hurt one seriously, and I've always tried to compensate them, somehow. But I'm up to fifteen of them a week, now, sometimes in groups as large as five at a time.

I don't know where the power came from, but I can see where it's going. I just hope I can do whatever good thing I was meant to do before it burns me out.

It's making me very tired.