As I've said before, I do not know where I gained the power to control minds, any more than I know where I was born, or to whom. It hardly matters. What matters is that I have it.

I've just stopped a war. It was easy. I felt the stirrings of violence somewhere... it must have been the Middle East. It almost always is. I took the violent feelings away, and replaced them with remorse and horror.

In one case, I commanded the man who was about to fire a shot at someone he didn't like to drop his gun and consider what happened to someone when they died. By the time he was able to lift his gun again, tears were streaming down his face and he was running to the graveyard where his grandfather was buried. Quick, somewhat brutal, but effective. I could just as easily have commanded him to die... but I dislike doing that. It seems too easy. It raises questions. My karma is already quite bad enough, anyway.

My urge to rape has been increasing ever since the night I first discovered my powers, when I was sixteen. Perhaps you've read what became of my next-door neighbor's wife on that night (see "The Awakening"). After that night, my life became every teenager's dream.

Money was never a problem. I could command people to believe I had paid them for any goods or service I wanted. My parents agreed to let me move out on my own... with a few silent suggestions from my new-found powers. I got myself a nice apartment, had it furnished, got lots and lots of television and stereo equipment, a nice computer... all of it the results of mental commands to the previous holders. When all you have to do is lie down and think of something to make it happen, it happens quickly... a week after I had raped my first woman, I was living on my own in Santa Monica. I couldn't argue with the rent - my landlord paid it himself, with the money he had been scamming off of the other tenants for years. Utilities? Somewhere, someplace, all of the utility bills you've ever received go across some person's desk. My person's name is Janine. Every time she sees my bill, without even thinking about it, she marks it as "paid" in her computer. All of my needs are met. All of them.

My powers have been increasing in potency, and so have I. Every so often, I push them... try to find limits... see if there are only so many... well, I'll have to tell you by example.

Not long ago, I had just finished stopping terrorists from blowing up some airplane somewhere, and the urge to take a woman by force came over me strongly. It does that, every so often, especially after I've been using my powers constantly over a long time. Fortunately for me, I'm not far from a major mall.

Malls are lovely places to look at women. You can see a huge variety... tall, short, thin, fat, blonde, brunette, redhead, black, white, whatever.

I went to the mall, acquired a large coke with ice, sat back on a bench, and looked around, with my eyes and my mind.

Sometimes, it's a little overwhelming. There, a cute little number in tight jeans and a vest showing a little cleavage, on the other side, a blonde in cut-off shorts and a halter, bouncing merrily along. You start to feel like a kid in a candy store, after a very short time... even though I have an increased capacity for orgasms, there IS only so much of me, and there IS only so much time in a day! Most of these women will slip safely past me, oblivious to the fate they have narrowly missed. Then, I sensed her.

I sensed her before I saw her because her ego preceded her by a good fifty feet. She was wearing some gymnasium's sweat shirt and the sheerest pair of workout tights I have ever seen. I had to admit, she was beautiful... what I could see of her... the sweat shirt concealed a lot. But, for her to have the kind of self-important queen-bitch-of-the-world ego that I could feel so strongly, she must have had some kind of body. Long blonde hair (though her natural color was kind of a mousy brown) teased out and pressed in waves... God, didn't that style die a horrible death recently? Apparently it, like Disco, is making a comeback. Her face was somewhat plain, un-made up, her eyes hidden behind circular sunglasses.

Nor was she alone... the man with her, dressed almost entirely like her, was the size of a gorilla, and had a personality to match. There was an empty circle around them a good ten feet across... other people, repelled by their odious self-images, had a natural tendency to stay away.

Now, mind you, my own body is far from the wasted-away thing you might imagine... as my mind has increased in power, my body has increased it's own capacity, so as to better maintain my brain. I have very little body fat, and a healthy growth of good, dense muscle. I could probably beat eight out of ten men at a good, honest arm-wrestling contest. But looking at these two, I saw physical perfection taken to a disgusting level, with almost no accompanying mental development. These people were ignoring mankind's most precious resource - the mind.

The woman wasn't a female body-builder, she wasn't grossly overdeveloped, or I never would have considered using her as I did. The man, however, could not touch his own head... his biceps were far too big to allow his elbows to bend that far. He would have to go.

I commanded the woman to forget she was with anyone, and to loiter around in a small area outside of a shoe store for a brief while. That gave me time to concentrate on the man.

The man received a different set of commands. He too forgot he was with someone, and went out to his car. After some quick mental searching, I found a leather-bar not too far away, and commanded him to drive there, strip naked, and walk in. There, he would become unable to defend himself in any way, and unable to cry for help. That would last until the next morning. I hate people with big egos and no mind to back it up.

Onto the woman. She had a rather appealing ass, and nice legs, but that was really all I could tell. Her outfit would never do. Before I did anything else, I would gift her as few women have been gifted before.

She went around to several shops on my command, starting with a lingerie shop. There, I gave her a general suggestion... "Get something sexy." My subconcious would feed her more details, but my concious mind wanted to be somewhat surprised. She would select whatever was most appropriate for her, perhaps taking some time to try things on... I was in a mood to be patient. When she had selected something, I would command the person at the cash register to remove the security tag and simply give her the item.

Shop till you drop, for free!

She visited other stores... clothing, shoes, make-up. My subconcious mind saw to it that what she bought would appeal to me, but my concious mind remained blissfully unaware. At the last fitting room, she changed, leaving her old clothing behind.

It took two hours. I had lunch, read a comic book, and played a video-game. My mind is more than capable of over a dozen simultaneous actions, and I had to do something to keep the anticipation from killing me! When she walked back in front of me, I approved wholeheartedly.

Without the sunglasses, she had nice, expressive brown eyes, which were brought out nicely by her makeup, as were her full lips. She was clad in a tight black minidress, which displayed her aforementioned terrific ass to it's best advantage, as well as her modest, but perfectly formed breasts. She had on nylon stockings and high-heeled "fuck-me" pumps, and she walked like she wanted to get laid a whole lot. She would continue walking around the mall, ignoring everything, until I was ready for her.

An ego like hers deserved something special, something nasty... I reached out my mind, looking for the mind of a rapist who had worked this mall before. Surprising how many I found... one was even there right now, scoping for a victim! I read his mind, found his favorite spot... the elevator in one of the major department stores. It had a little fluke he had discovered by accident... when it was on the lowest basement level, and you pressed the emergency "Stop" button, the usual alarm failed to sound! It was the kind of thing you used at the end of the day, when no one would get suspicous at the elevator's lack of movement. Of course, that was if you lacked the ability to make certain no one got suspicious!

This guy was pretty well prepared. He had a knife, a pair of scissors, even a couple of rolls of duct-tape, all in a shopping bag he carried around innocently. He was waiting for closing time. I didn't have to wait that long, but I felt I owed this fellow a little something. That, and I DID want to do something special to Ms. Ego...

So I took control of his mind as well. I can easily control as many as a dozen minds or more at once.... I once had to control forty minds to stop a diplomatic conference from turning into a bloodbath in Yugoslavia, although I hurt for a week after that. It was time to indulge my base instincts.

The girl went into the department store, followed at a comfortable distance by he and I. A slight push, a little suggestion, and she was waiting for the elevator, as were we.

There were a couple of other people there, as well, including one very obnoxious heavy lady who smelled very bad and insisted on yelling at her child in the middle of the store. People like that truly disturb me. I sent her away with a command to buy the child every toy he asked for that day, a command to bathe for several hours once they got home, and a command to never allow her voice to rise above the conversational level ever again. This was done purely as a public service, believe me.

When the elevator arrived, only the girl, the rapist, and I got on. He blocked the button panel with his body and pressed the button for the lowest basement level as I engaged the girl in spurious conversation. I released all but a very little of my control from her... she thought it perfectly natural to be here, alone, in those clothes, she was unable to defend herself or hurt either of us, and she would be unable to recognize either of us ever again. The elevator stopped, and my accomplice hit the stop button. The girl turned, looked at the floor indicator, and gasped. It was time.

He grabbed her from behind, and proved to be quite skillful at this... with one hand, he locked both of her arms behind her back with some kind of judo move I was simply going to have to copy from his mind before I let him go. His other hand covered her mouth.

"Scream, and we kill you," he hissed into her ear. Oh, yes, the man was a pro. She was delicious to look at... squirming, struggling helplessly, her shoulders jostling her breasts as she fought to escape him. Without my control, it would have been a close thing... his skill versus her excellent physical development. As it was, with a command in her mind to render her helpless, there was nothing to do but watch her writhe against him in her struggles to escape.

I approached her, then, and ran my hands up and down her delicious torso, feeling the texture of the cloth of the minidress, and the heat of the flesh under it. For a moment, I felt a second set of sensations, an odd set, that didn't match my actions... I realized after a moment of consideration that I was feeling through my accomplices hands, feeling her wrists and her mouth against my palms! Striving for deeper connection, I could also feel her back against my stomach, and best of all, I could feel her soft, round, wildly gyrating ass grinding into my crotch. It was disorienting for a moment, but soon, I began to savor the double sensations. It would make things interesting very very soon.

"Hello, bitch," I said, as I slid my fingers into her cleavage. "Think you're all shit hot, don't you bitch?" I asked. I slowly pulled down the front of her dress, allowing it to slide down over her shoulders, revealing an extremely sheer red lace brassiere. God, I love red lingerie on blondes! My subconcious has done very well by me so far.

Her nipples are erect as I pull the dress past them, and I leave it bunched up just under her breasts, pushing them up. Her big, brown eyes are wide open, staring at me, pleading with me as she shakes her head and whimpers in fear through my accomplices hand. I can feel the excitement from my accomplice as he grinds his crotch into her ass. Silently, I signal him for the next step.

As I slowly tweak her erect nipples through the lace of the bra, he releases her mouth, hissing "One word, and we'll kill you," into her ear. Her lipstick is a little smudged, but her mouth stays closed as he reaches into his shopping bag for the duct tape.

He releases her wrists, and I reach forward and hold her by the upper arms, holding her tightly against me. She's struggling, wriggling, making high-pitched whines of helplessness behind those clenched lips... unable to do anything to oppose us at all.

He rolls back her sleeves from her wrists, until they are well above her elbows. Then, he secures her right hand to her left elbow, behind her back, with the duct tape. Making sure that is tight, he stretches her left arm painfully, making her cry out just a bit, and binds her left hand to her right elbow. This has the effect not only of very effectively binding her arms, but also of forcing her to thrust her breasts forward. They feel nice against my chest. Just for good measure, he wrapped strip after strip of the tape around both forearms, ensuring her bondage.

He grabs her shoulders and pulls her back against himself as I slide a finger between her breasts and pull down on the crosspiece of that lovely bra. Slowly, agonizingly, more and more of her creamy breasts are revealed, until, just when the nipples were ready to slide out, the shoulder straps of the bra give way and her breasts both pop free, jiggling in the indirect light of the little elevator.

I toy with her breasts, kneading them in my anxious hands, flicking the nipples with my thumbs.

"What's your name, bitch?" I ask, my fingers tightening.

"Ow! Mandy! Oh, stop, please...."

I nod to my partner, and he applies pressure to the tops of her shoulders, forcing her to her knees. Once her face is on a level with my crotch, I unzip my fly and whip out my cock.

"This is for you, Mandy," I say, holding it to her lips.

She closes her lips tight again, her eyes widening more, looking up at me, pleading, begging with those expressive brown orbs of hers...

My accomplice grabs her nose from behind, shutting off her air. Her eyes bug out, her cheeks hollow as she tries to pull all of the air in her body into her lungs... she is in excellent physical shape, and lasts almost a minute, before her mouth opens to gasp in air. What it managed to gasp in was my cock.

As those ruby lips parted for air, I slid the head of my engorged pecker between them and into her mouth. My accomplice released her nose, allowing her to breathe once more. I sat there for a few minutes, revelling in the feeling of her hot, wet mouth on my prich head, feeling her complacent tongue pressing into the cleft on the underside. WIth my commands in her head, there was nothing she could do about it at this point, except kneel there and take whatever I gave her.

I grabbed both sides of her head in my hands, taking up great fistfulls of her teased-out blonde hair, and pulled her mouth down further onto my cock. She tried to shake her head, to move away, but my grip was too strong and painful for her to resist. I pulled her head onto my cock hard, until I was choking her with it.

Her eyes still looked up into mine, pleadingly, which really got me going. Rapidly, I started to force her head back and forth on my cock, raping her mouth with my big dick.

As I was doing this, my accomplice was lifting up the hem of her minidress, and exposing her beautiful ass clad in red silk thong panties. He reached down, kneeling behind her, and fondled her mostly-naked butt, squeezing the cheeks, occasionally pinching them. All of these sensations, right down to the warmth flowing into his crotch, were felt by me at the same time, as I was getting my forced blow job. It was getting to be quite overwhelming, actually. I decided to see how overwhelming it could get.

I withdrew my cock for a moment, and sat on the floor, my legs wide. Grabbing her head again, I pulled her mouth down onto my cock, so that she was not only on her knees, but bending over, her nipples brushing the floor of the elevator, her head pulled forcibly into my lap, where she was made to suck me more. Her beautiful ass jutted up in the air in front of my accomplice, inviting, begging. He opened his pants, whipped out his cock, and pulled her panties down around her knees.

As her hot wet mouth and tight lips bobbed up and down on my rampant prick, giving me intense forced head, he slid his cock into her hot, tight pussy. She was quite wet, having been excited by her situation, and he slid his modest prick into her in one thrust. I felt that thrust, as though it was my own prick, even as my own prick was being sucked by the same woman.

I came. I blew my sperm into her helpless mouth, as she squirmed and squealed, the cum flowing out past her lips and spattering back onto my cock and pants. It was one of the most intense orgasms I ever had in my life, and it was also one of the most satisfying. I pulled my cock out of her mouth as she coughed and sputtered my sperm. My partner continued to fuck her, and I felt the delicious sensations of her body being raped under me, as I forced her head into my lap and rubbed her face in the sperm.

"Oh... oh god... no, please... oooooh," she moaned, as he raped her. I had to be careful of his reserves... unlike me, my partner could probably manage, at best, one orgasm from this experience, and I was eager to try something else... something even hotter.

I pushed her up as he pulled out of her, and spread her legs.

"Oh, no, what are you going to do to me? Oh, please, let me go..."

He laid down under her and pulled her up until she was stradling his cock, then he pulled her pussy down onto him. She groaned with the penetration, and he dug his fingers into her hips and forced her ass up and down. With her arms bound, she could get no leverage to stop him.

I went around behind her, in the meantime. My cock was still rock hard, and slippery with her spit and my cum. He stopped moving her ass for a moment, and as she lay there, breathing hard and sobbing, helpless, I pressed the tip of my cock against her asshole.

"Wha... NO! Oh, god, NO, not there! Anywhere but there, PLEASE! Oh, god, HELP! HELP ME!"

Had part of my mind not been monitoring the surrounding area, she might have been heard. I reached around in front of her face with one hand, and clamped it over her mouth. She continued to murmur and moan through my hand as I used my other hand to guide my cock into her helpless ass!

She screamed into my hand as I buried it in her anus with one thrust. I almost shot off again immediately.

Can you imagine the feeling? Her hot, soft ass-cheeks pressed up against my thighs, my cock gripped in her tight, hot little asshole, while at the same time, her body writhing on top of me, her breasts pressing into my chest, as my cock is engulfed in her wet, tight, hot cunt? It almost defies description... and there are no words for how it felt when we started pumping her.

Her helpless body writhed between us, unable to do anything at all to defend herself from her two attackers, her hips gyrating wildly, her breasts thrusting into the man underneath her, as two cocks rammed into her repeatedly, perfectly timed... his cock entering as I exited, my cock entering as his exited. We kept this up for a short time, then the timing altered, so that we were both thrusting into her at once! It did not take long, in this position, with these penetrations... my accomplice came hard, shooting his wad deep up her pussy.

That sensation was all it took to set off my own orgasms... all the ones I had left in me, at once! I poured shot after wad after jet after stream of my hot cum deep in her bowels, so much that the cum spilled out around my big cock in her asshole and dripped all over the place. She screamed with the intensity of it, and then she passed out... her physical limits had been found, and crossed.

Never had I felt so completely satisfied, never had I felt so much pleasure at once! My partner and I wiped the sperm on her minidress, and arranged our clothing properly. He usually got off in the basement when he did something like ths, and used a service entrance to get back into the mall.

We would leave her like that, trussed up and unconcious, covered with sperm and with all of her clothing bunched up around her stomach, leaving her ass and tits exposed, in the elevator. Someone would get a big surprise the next time they were too lazy to use the escalator!

She would have only vague memories of the event... she certainly wouldn't remember us, only the activity, and I cushioned some of the impact on her psyche... she wouldn't have quite the same chip on her shoulder as before, which had been half of my goal from the beginning. The other half was to get off.

My partner? He would remember most of the event as having been his idea, but he wouldn't remember who his partner was for the life of him. He would also seek counseling and therapy in the next week... he usually killed his victims, which I couldn't allow to happen any more.

I spent most of the rest of the day recouperating in a small mexican resteraunt not far from the mall. One or two of the female patrons of the place would come home with me that night and service me as whores and maids, for which they would be well rewarded.

New vistas rose up before me, at that time... how many people could I control at once? Could I organize a mass gang-rape, and experince all of the men's sensations as they raped the helpless woman in the center? How about the feelings of a woman? How would those feel, if I took them into myself while she was having sex? How about an orgy, if I could absorb the feelings of everyone present?

These are things I tested, gladly, but those are other stories.

Oh, by the way, the male body-builder? Turns out that not only was he gang-banged by about twelve leather-boys, but he ended up liking it. Started living with one named Filippe. His girlfriend was upset by this, of course, but the next day, she found out that some rich old man had named her the sole beneficiary of his will, even though he had never met her before, mostly because I felt responsible for the couple breaking up, even as disgustingly self-centered as they had been. I had her several more times, of course, but she doesn't remember those times. Just as well. I wasn't kind.

It still burns in me, a bit... the fact that every time I do anything with my mind, a little piece of me is gone that I'll never get back. Eventually, I'll have lost all of something. I hope it isn't anything I'll miss.