Mr. Poe


It was so easy.

The sweet little bitch moaned and cried, choking on the oily rag I had
stuffed in her mouth, but didn't try to move away as I rammed my
greased cock up her tight little ass.

She couldn't have been more than eighteen, a student at the local
college in the little hick town of Easton. With her tight blonde curls
and sparkling blue eyes, she had been the first thing to catch my eye
as I got off the greyhound. Walking down the main street with a couple
of school friends... well, she'd been a welcome sight. I was down on
my luck: bus ticket ran out here in the middle of nowhere, and me with
only a few dead presidents left in my battered wallet.

When I saw her, though... I knew I would have her. Would fuck her.
It'd been weeks since I'd taken a bitch and some time more since I'd
had one as sweet and young as her. Pickings were slim in the city. The
women were getting smarter; warier or something. I'd even resorted to
taking whores, although that was nowhere near as much fun.

But this one...

She was perfect. I stuck around for a few days, figured out her
pattern -- they all have patterns -- and it was the easiest thing
snatching her right off the street. Nothing like the prick of a knife
in the back of the neck to inspire obedience. Led her into the alley
where we waited for night to fall -- me sitting behind her, fondling
her firm, young titties, all the time telling her what was going to
happen to her -- and, when it was dark enough, I took her to an
abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town.

Used to store farm equipment or something, but not any more.

She'd been a virgin when I took her.

But not any more.

I'd already fucked her in the cunt, right away. Just to take the edge
off. It only took a couple of minutes before I came. As I said, it had
been a while.

After that, I'd stripped her naked, tied her hands in front of her,
and stuffed a rag in her mouth; they always tried to scream and shout
at this part. Tears poured out of her pretty blue eyes while I put her
in position -- on her knees with her legs spread, shoulders on the
ground and bound hands extended back between her legs, head turned so
I could see her face -- and then stuffed my raging hard-on straight up
her asshole. She squealed and bucked like crazy, but as I said
earlier, she didn't try to get away.

Probably liked it.

Bitch.

By now I had my full weight on her, and my face was up next to hers.
That's what I liked the best: watching their pretty faces contort in
pain and fear as they feel my hot manhood impaling them from behind.

"Don't cry baby," I whispered, licking a tear from her cheek. Salty.
She moaned into the gag.

Bitch.

Well, I'd give her something to cry about. She'd soon be licking the
shit and come from my cock. When I was done fucking with her, she'd no
longer be a virgin in any of her holes. Good thing too; waste of flesh
not to plug such beautiful holes.

I began to pick up the pace as I felt my cock grow harder, each thrust
deeper and more violent, faster and faster as I slammed my hips...

"If you don't mind my saying so, your technique is a bit -- how shall
I say it? -- crude."

WHAT THE FUCK?

I pushed upwards to my feet, slamming the little bitch's face into the
ground as my cock jerked free, spraying cum all over her back.
Ignoring that, I stumbled back and picked up my knife, looking for the
source of that voice... there he was...

"Yes," he repeated. "Crude. That's the word. The right idea, I think."
He smiled at me. "But crude."

I stared, speechless. The speaker was a man, no more than five feet
tall at the most, thin with stringy, grey hair and bright blue eyes.
Strange eyes. He was wearing a suit, but not like you see people
wearing on the street or in offices or anything. It looked... well,
older, I guess. More formal. He even had a little cane. I almost
laughed; he looked kind of like a little doll or something, perfectly
proportioned, but small and kind of ageless.

Certainly not a threat to me.

I lowered the knife.

"Ah," he smiled. "A modicum of trust. How touching."

"Huh?" What the fuck was he talking about?

The little man gestured to where the blonde bitch was snivelling on
the ground. She had risen to her knees, where she huddled cringing,
trying to cover her tits. "I've interrupted you," he said. "Please
forgive me. Do continue on with what you were doing."

Fuckin right.

I didn't know who he was or what he was doin' here, but there was some
unfinished business with my little bitch. Keeping hold of the knife, I
picked up a stool and slammed it down in front of her. I grabbed her
by the hair as she tried to pull away and jerked her teary face up
next to mine.

"OK bitch," I growled at her, sitting down on the stool. "One more
hole." I brought the knife up and slid it lightly over her throat.
"One more thing and you're outta here. OK?"

She nodded. They always believed that.

Just hope, I guess.

Stupid stupid stupid.

Still, it served my purpose. I shoved her face down into my crotch and
let hope do the rest. Sobbing and shaking, she opened her mouth to
accept my shit and cum-stained cock and started sucking. Before long,
I was looking down on her pretty curls as they bobbed up and down in
my lap. Not bad. Not bad at all.

Almost a shame to have to do her when I was done.

Satisfied, I looked over at the little man. Strange as it seemed, I
wasn't the slightest bit worried about him. Even as a witness. He
didn't seem like a threat, and if he tried to run I knew I could catch
him before he got out of the warehouse.

So why not let him watch?

The bitch choked and whined, but she moved her mouth up and down on my
cock without being forced. The promise of release after I had come had
its usual effect. I had to laugh; the little cunt was doing her best
to make it "good" for me. My cock began to swell; despite the fact
that I had already come twice, I knew it wouldn't take long.

All the while, the little man just stood there, a slight smile on his
face, watching. Strange. I'd have to satisfy my curiosity about him
before doing him as well. No witnesses; that was the rule.

Eventually, I came. My little blonde cocksucker choked and coughed,
but tried to swallow as best she could. It was too much for her
though, and my cock slipped free to spurt a long rope of jism all over
her face as she fell backwards to the warehouse floor.

After I was done, I slipped my cock back into my pants and got to my
feet. Time to finish things. I reached down and picked up my knife...

"Just a moment." The man spoke up again. For some reason, I obeyed. I
thought I may as well hear what he had to say.

Before I killed him.

"I think I may be able to offer you some assistance." He walked
forward, coming right up to me. I towered over him; he really couldn't
have been more than five feet tall. "Permit me to introduce myself,"
he said. "My name is Mr. Poe."

So?

"It appears that you plan to deal with this young lady... in rather a
'permanent' manner?"

He raised his eyebrows, waiting for an answer.

"Gonna cut her." I waved the knife in her general direction and was
rewarded with a squeal of fear. Bitch started sobbing again. I loved
that sound.

The little man -- Mr. Poe -- shook his head.

That made me angry. "What the fuck do you care?" This was getting
tired real fast.

"Tell me," he said, looking up at me with this weird look on his face,
"What do you like?" I must have looked confused, because he went on
after a couple of seconds. "I mean to say, what do you *do* this for?
Do you like to humiliate women? Teach them their place? Really *hurt*
them."

Fuck, that was easy. "Yeah. All of the above. What's your point?"

"Simply this," he answered, "I can help you. I can alter your...
circumstances so that you can hurt and humiliate them far more
effectively than you ever thought possible."

He was crazy. "Fuck man. I just raped the little bitch in every hole
she has and now I'm going to cut her a new one." The knife trembled in
my hand, crying out to be used. "What the fuck else could I do to
her?"

"This."

I stood back and watched as he approached the girl. She was crouching
on her knees, still snivelling, trying without much success to cover
herself with her bound hands. The man knelt down in front of her and
stared into her eyes for a couple of seconds. Then he looked over at
me with an odd little smile. "Cindy here's carrying your baby."

I just grunted, unmoved.

So what? She'd be dead in a couple of minutes.

He turned back to her and, still gazing into her eyes, began speaking
quietly to her. I strained to listen: he was giving her orders.
Telling her that she would remember the rape, but not tell anyone;
that she would carry the baby to term, but never reveal the identity
of the father; that she would devote her whole life to the child --
quit school, get any job she could, and spend everything she had
bringing it up; and that she would never, never in her life willingly
have sex with anyone else. And, for the rest of her life, she would
remember the rape and be aware of the fact that it would be the only
sexual experience she would ever have.

Finished, he straightened up again and looked over at me with a raised
eyebrow. My cock was rock hard again, at the thought of what he had
proposed, but I wasn't into fantasy. This was real. Humiliation and
degradation were fine, but I knew what had to be done. He must have
seen the disbelief on my face, 'cause he turned back to the girl and
gave another order: "Stand up. Go over and give Mr. Ellis a big kiss
and thank him for putting the baby in your tummy."

Fuck! How did he know my name? This had gone on long enough; time to
finish the girl and then this little asshole.

I began to move forward, but stopped in my tracks as the girl got to
her feet, walked over to where I was standing and reached up to kiss
me. I was stunned. Was she was really going to do it? Follow those
orders? I just stood there as the girl I had just finished brutally
raping brought her lips up to mine for a long, passionate kiss.

I kept my eyes open. So did she. The fear and horror at what she was
doing was plainly visible in her big, blue eyes as the tears trickled
down her cheeks. My cock began to ache it was so excited; this was so
much better than mere physical violation! Finally, she broke off the
kiss and spoke: "Thank you for putting the baby in my tummy," she
said.

Hating every word of it.

I almost came again, then and there. The little man must have noticed
my excitement -- it was hard to miss -- 'cause he ordered the girl to
kneel and suck me off. 'One for the road,' he joked, although it
sounded odd in his strange, high-pitched voice. Without a word, she
knelt down and began bobbing her mouth up and down on my rigid cock.
As she worked, the man introduced himself again: Mr. Poe.

Mr. Poe.

He walked right up to me and we shook hands.

Just like that.

Within minutes, I dumped another load of cum in Cindy's mouth. She
swallowed every drop, keeping my cock in her mouth until Mr. Poe
ordered her to stop.

She stopped. Then he undid her bonds, told her to clean herself up and
sent her away, repeating his orders as to how she was to spend the
rest of her life. Once again, I savoured the revulsion on her pretty
face as he bound her to his will, but she didn't say anything.

Just dusted herself off and left.

Without saying a word.

I looked over at Mr. Poe. "She'll do it?" I asked, voice hoarse. "All
of it?"

He nodded.

Fuck. "How did you do that?"

"It isn't difficult," he told me. Then he added: "You can do it too."

Those words hit me like a blow. I could do it too. Control women;
violate their minds as well as their bodies. Fuck them mentally as
well as physically.

"How?" I had to learn how to do it. "Show me."

Mr. Poe smiled. "I will," he answered. "But not here." He gestured to
the doorway. "I have a car nearby. We'll drive up to the city. It's
the perfect place to... to practice."

Fine. There was nothing keeping me in this little shithole of a town.

I nodded my acceptance and followed him out of the warehouse and
across the street to an old beater. He gestured for me to take the
wheel.

I drove in silence as he explained his 'power' to me.

It was all kind of technical. Something about quantum mechanics --
whatever the hell that is; I can't even check the oil on a car -- and
how at a certain, very small level there is no reality. Just
probability. And nothing actually exists until it's observed. That's
what the mind is for, he said, observing. Fixing reality out of flux.
And, he went on, if a person understood how the process worked, how to
*impose* a reality rather than passively observe it... well, that
person can control reality. Or, at least, how others *observed*
reality. Which, he concluded, is one and the same thing.

His words.

I dunno. It sounded like a bunch of crap to me. Waves and particles...
I just kept remembering the look in that bitch's eyes when she brought
her lips to up to mine. The fear and loathing... the horrible
knowledge that she was going to be spending the rest of her life
looking after a kid fathered by the rapist who took her virginity in
the only sexual experience she'd ever have. That's what I was in it
for; the power to do that. I didn't care about how it worked; I just
wanted to know how to do it. The scientific details just washed over
me.

The drive to the city took just over three hours. Mr. Poe told me to
go along to a dingy little hotel a couple blocks from Main Street. A
real dive, but the little guy was paying, and I wasn't in a position
to complain. I wanted to get going right away, but Mr. Poe insisted on
waiting 'till the next day. I spent a restless night staring at the
ceiling, remembering the girl's horror-stricken face.

Imagining what I could do.

What I *would* do.


*****


The next morning, we took a walk through City Park. A 'stroll' Mr. Poe
said. He was dressed pretty much the same as he had been the day
before. A different suit, but the same formal, out of date style. I
was in jeans and tee-shirt.

I was anxious to get going, but Mr. Poe just smiled and said to wait.
'Something will come along,' he said. Sure enough, not ten minutes
later, this girl jogger approached us on the footpath. She must have
been in her mid-twenties; tall and slender, with long legs and small,
firm tits. An athlete's body. She had thick, brown hair pulled back in
a pony tail which bounced and bobbed as she ran.

"Excuse me." Mr. Poe caught her attention, and, as soon as she looked
at him, she stopped running. There was silence for a few moments, and
then Mr. Poe spoke: "That looks like hard work." It did; her face
glistened with sweat. "Maybe you should take a break." The girl looked
slightly puzzled, but just nodded. "Perhaps over there?" Mr. Poe
gestured towards a small copse of trees about sixty feet off the path.
Once again the girl nodded, and we all walked over. By this time my
cock was raging in my pants. I was ready for the good part.

I didn't have to wait long.

"My friend here," he said, nodding at me, "seems to be a bit...
excited. Why not kneel down in front of him and masturbate his penis
for a bit while we get acquainted?"

I saw the same look of horror I had seen in the other bitch's face,
but she just said: "Sure". The girl dropped to her knees in front of
me, undid my fly and started playing with my cock with her long, cool
fingers. She continued to do it while Mr. Poe questioned her. Her name
was Brenda. She was a student, getting her masters in economics at the
local university. Not married or engaged, but she did have a steady
boyfriend.

God, her unwilling fingers felt good on my cock.

Mr. Poe reached up and put his hand on my shoulder.

"Try it," he said. I did my best, squeezing my eyes shut and
concentrating as hard as I could, but nothing happened. I tried to
recall all the stuff he had told me the day before, about energy...
about waves... about particles... I did my best, but nothing happened.

Blank. I looked over at Mr. Poe.

The corners of his mouth turned up in what might have been a smile.
"You are trying too hard Mr. Ellis," he told me. "Don't think; feel.
I'll help you." I sighed and tried to loosen up, staring down at the
girl as she manipulated and teased my rigid cock. She had the most
amazing blue eyes; quite a contrast with her dark hair. They looked up
at me, big and wet... begging for release from her prison of a body...

Then it happened! It was almost like sinking into her body; into her
mind. Suddenly, I half felt as though I was looking up at myself...
playing with my own cock; but at the same time, I *knew* that I was
still me. I still had control, but I could poke about in her mind. I
heard a voice: "There you are Mr. Ellis." It was Mr. Poe; he wasn't
speaking out loud, but somehow I could hear him. Sort of. "Now we will
pull out," he said (thought?), and I felt my awareness re-centre
itself in my body.

Wild.

"Now you try," he ordered. "Get her to perform orally."

The girl whimpered at his words, but I ignored her. I just looked back
down at her face and... and there it was: I was in again. Simple as
that. Kind of like those pictures they show you when you're a kid. You
know, the ones with other pictures hidden inside? At first you just
can't see it no matter how hard you try, but after you do finally get
it, you wonder why you never saw it before. Just like that.

I let my mind soak up her awareness. Tasted her fear and revulsion,
but saw how they were submerged beneath a kind of... well, I don't
know how to describe it; it was like her personality, her self, was
trapped beneath some kind of... well, ice. Black ice. That's not
right, but it's the best I could do. I could sense her trapped
awareness -- it was delicious -- but I can't really explain why it was
trapped.

It just was.

OK. Time to add another layer of ice.

"I bet you're the kind of girl who likes to suck cock," I told her. It
seemed right to vocalize commands. "Aren't you?"

She nodded; the ice grew a little thicker. Changed shape; warped.

"In fact, you're quite a little cocksucker. Right?"

"Yes." Her face burned with humiliation while her true self writhed in
torment beneath the ice.

"Say it."

"I'm quite the little cocksucker," she intoned.

"Like you mean it," I growled. "Look happy."

A sick smile came over her face, like a cartoon caricature of lust as
she repeated: "I'm quite the little cocksucker."

Bitch was mocking me. I reached up a hand to smack her one.

"Just a moment." It was Mr. Poe again, halting my blow. "Let me show
you." He made a couple of slight adjustments to the barrier we had
erected between her body and her self. Just enough to let some
personality through, but not enough to lose control. "Now try it." I
felt him withdraw.

I looked down on the girl. "Tell me what you like," I ordered.

This time it was for real. If it hadn't been for the spark, the
sliver, of horror in her eyes, I could've sworn she was a bitch in
heat. Parting her lips, she looked up at me: "Please," she whined,
"I'm a cocksucker; a good little cocksucker. Let me suck you." Her
slender body twisted with repressed sexuality. "I want you in my
mouth," she begged. "Please let me suck you."

More like it.

"Suck it, bitch."

With a little squeal of excitement, she slipped her wet lips over my
cock and immediately began bobbing her face up and down, willingly
impaling her face on my cock while slavering at it with her tongue.
The little cunt gave the best head I'd had in years. So good, I was
ready to blow in a couple of minutes, sucking and slurping like it was
the best thing in the world. Just as I was about to come, I pulled her
face away and held it inches from my cock. She moaned and tried to
pull away, but I held her there as rope after rope of white, sticky
cum sprayed all over her beautiful face and hair. When I finally let
go, she sprawled back on her ass. I'd lost control of her when I came;
she was no longer under any mental compulsion.

She immediately brought a hand up to wipe her face.

"No." I slipped in again. It got easier every time. "Leave it there.
You like it." This time I was careful to leave some breaks in the ice
so some personality could get through. "You like it so much," I
continued, "that you're going to start masturbating. You're hotter
than you've ever been in your life, but no matter what you do, you
can't come." She immediately dropped one hand down under the waistband
of her shorts and started rubbing her pussy. She moaned with lust and
used her other hand to massage with her tits.

A pair of hands started clapping behind me.

It was Mr. Poe.

"Very good Mr. Ellis. Very good. A very strong first effort."

I smirked and gave a little bow.

"I think you've grasped the basics," he continued. "You know how to
get in and establish control. You know how to allow a certain amount
of personality to come through so that they are not just puppets, not
mere caricatures." The little man walked forward until he was right in
front of the bitch. "Now you need to learn how to undertake a more
permanent alteration; how to set up commands that will last long after
you have moved on."

"Like with that bitch up in Easton?"

"Yes," he smiled at me. "Like I did with Cindy." He turned to face
Brenda, who was moaning and writhing at our feet. "Come inside," he
ordered, "and watch."

I did as he said, slipping into Brenda's mind like it was nothing. It
was, really; once you realized -- felt -- how it was done, it was as
easy as focussing your eyes on a nearby object. Almost automatic. Once
in, I watched -- if that's the right word -- while Mr. Poe added a new
layer to the ice; changing it, making it harder as he warped her
personality into something different. And, while she moaned and whined
at our feet in frustrated lust, Mr. Poe articulated the changes he was
making.

"First," he said, using the same quiet, intense voice he had used on
the girl in Easton, "you will remember none of this. You just went on
a normal jog in the park." The bitch whined, not acknowledging his
orders. From the frantic activity under her shorts, she must have been
thrusting half of her hand in and out of her cunt. "You'll find," he
went on, "that you greatly enjoy oral sex. In fact, from now on,
that's the only kind of sex you will enjoy; the only time you will
ever experience an orgasm is when you feel warm cum striking your
face."

I watched as he shaped her personality, channeling energy and desire
into the patterns he wanted. What he was doing now was actually quite
different than just making up the ice; he seemed to have gone further
into her mind than before. Further than I could follow.

"In fact," he continued, "you enjoy it so much, you'll feel the urge
to engage in oral sex at least three times a week. And never twice
with the same man."

Twisting... shaping...

"And once he's come on your face, you won't wash it off for at least
six hours. Do you understand?"

"Y-yessss..." If anything her movements became even more frantic; I'd
swear she had her entire hand in her pussy.

"Fine." Mr. Poe pulled out her mind, leaving me to admire his
handiwork. Nice job. More importantly, I had an idea how to do it now;
the trick was to connect yourself with a deeper part of the subject's
mind than you would with short term control; really put a part of
yourself in their mind; in effect, become them, if only for a few
moments.

I looked over at the little man.

Now what?

He smiled at me. "Why not," he suggested, "provide her with the first
orgasm of her new life?"

Sounded good. I withdrew my cock from my pants and gestured at her. It
didn't take control. Mr. Poe had done all the work; the moment she saw
the cock, she almost threw herself at me, gobbling it up and sucking
at it like there was no tomorrow. It took a while, having come just
ten minutes ago, but I eventually dumped a load on her face. This
time, she didn't pull away; instead, she took her mouth away just as I
came and directed the cum onto her face. The minute it struck her
cheeks, she came, a long, violent, screeching orgasm. I was afraid
someone would hear and come to see what was going on, but no one did.

Eventually, she wound down, gasping and panting as trickles of sweat
wore trails through the cum which splattered her face. Mr. Poe told
her to get up and continue her jog, reminding her that she would
remember none of this. Just as she left, he added: "One more thing."
She turned to look at him. "I don't think you're going to pass any of
your courses," he told her. "It might be a good idea to seduce your
professors." He smiled. "Just to make certain." She nodded, and I
didn't have to be inside her mind to know that he had added yet
another twist and warp to her personality. We watched silently as she
jogged, face still shiny and wet with sperm which would remain there
for at least six hours, around the corner and our of sight.

We practiced for the rest of the morning. Just short term stuff; Mr.
Poe said he wanted me to be completely comfortable with getting in and
taking control before he would show me how to take the next step: how
to submerge myself in the subject's mind.

How to make permanent changes.

I made a girl named Anna lose control of her bowels and bladder in a
restaurant. She was sitting, having breakfast with a bunch of friends
when I entered her mind and pulled a few strings. She froze in
mid-sentence as she felt the warm gush in between her legs. Panicking,
she stood; her friends watched in disbelief as the piss ran free,
staining her skirt and trickling down her legs. Then there was a loud,
farting sound. The girl, now crying, turned and fled the restaurant,
leaving a trail of shit and piss as she ran.

Jo-Anne was on her way to a job interview. I entered her mind and
forced to her to strip off her clothes and run naked through the
office. She made quite an impression as she ran, tits bouncing freely,
past the desks of the other workers and into the employment office,
but I doubt she got the job.

Or maybe she did.

Cheryl experienced the biggest, loudest orgasm of her life as she
stood in a crowded elevator with some partners from the law firm where
she worked. Collapsing to the floor, she slipped a hand down the front
of her skirt and began frigging herself, desperate to come again. The
other passengers, us included, looked at each other in surprise,
mouths gaping.

One of the partners snickered.

All in all, a good morning's work.


*****


After a quick lunch (and an even quicker blowjob from the blonde
waitress), the practice continued. Mr. Poe said that he thought I was
now ready to learn how to make permanent changes; how to alter a
subject's personality completely. Oh, I was ready, alright. This was
what I had been waiting for; ever since I saw what he did to that
little Cindy bitch back in Easton.

We found her at a food fair in the City Square, having a late lunch.
She was dressed in a conservative business suit and had her thick,
brown hair pulled up in a tight bun, but behind the glasses and the
unflattering clothing she was a real beauty. Mr. Poe introduced
himself, and 'convinced' her to join us on an isolated park bench. Her
name was Amy Henderson. She was an accountant at a big downtown firm.
In fact, she had just been made a partner, and saw herself as
something of a pioneer for women in that profession.

Bit of a feminist.

Well, more than a bit.

I waited impatiently while Mr. Poe slowly drew all of this information
from her: her past; her training and education; her goals... I wanted
to get right to it, but he was patient. "There's no hurry, Mr. Ellis,"
he told me, as if reading my mind. "The more information we gain, the
better we may tailor our little... game."

I nodded reluctantly. He was the boss.

For now.

He turned back to the woman. She had a puzzled look on her face,
confused by our conversation. Mr. Poe went in and soothed her. Her
face lost the puzzled expression, and she just sat there, passively.
An empty vessel, waiting to be filled.

Mr. Poe continued the conversation.

Turned out, she was quite upset about something that had happened that
day at work. A number of men from the office were in the habit of
going out every once in a while to a local strip joint after work for
drinks. Amy had found out about it, and had tried to make an issue of
it with her bosses. They'd made sympathetic noises, but essentially
told her to mind her own business. She was presently in the process of
writing a formal complaint to the Institute of Chartered Accountants.
'Conduct unbecoming', or some such bullshit.

I sat, bored, through all of this, waiting for the good stuff.
Finally, Mr. Poe turned to me. "Come in," he ordered. "I'll show you."
Obediently, I followed him inside the girl's mind -- it was almost
second nature to me now -- and watched as he... altered her.

It was different than the short term control. You had to go much
deeper inside, virtually *becoming* the subject, in order to make
changes that would last. The ice was still there, but you had to make
the changes from inside in order to make it permanent. I watched --
felt -- as he did that to the girl.

As usual, he vocalized the orders as he made the changes. She was
still to continue on at work as she always did -- smart, competent,
bitchy -- but in the evenings... In the evenings, she was to become a
stripper. At a particular club. Three times a week, she would feel an
uncontrollable sexual urge that could only be satisfied by slowly
removing her clothing on a lit catwalk... in front of a crowd of
jeering, cheering men. Her excitement would build and build, until, at
the end of every show, she would experience a shattering orgasm. Right
on stage. And, when she was eventually seen by her co-workers, she
would do her best to buy their silence with her body; she would offer
them anything -- would *do* anything -- so they wouldn't tell at work.

And, when she finally did lose her job, she would go to work full time
as a stripper...

I watched her walk away, shivering slightly, half in lust, half in
exhaustion. The experience had been much more intense than with
short-term control. It was like Mr. Poe -- and myself, along for the
ride -- had become one with the girl, using our willpower to bend her
personality to our control. By the time we pulled out, her character
had been permanently changed. She would carry out Mr. Poe's orders,
feeling and doing what he told her to feel and do, without ever
realizing the difference. It was fucking fantastic! Despite the fact
that I'd had a blowjob less than an hour earlier, my cock felt like it
was going to explode.

This blew rape all to hell.

After a quick trip to the strip joint to make certain that Amy would
be hired (Mr. Poe even suggested a couple of 'themes' for her act:
schoolgirl; bondage slut...), we walked towards the large park out
behind the university. As we walked, Mr. Poe took me over the
technique I would need to know in order to make permanent changes. He
had gone over all this before, but now that I had experienced it, I
began to understand.

He gave me one more quick demonstration. It was a young student this
time, named Pamela Brown. She was studying to be a teacher or
something. Mr. Poe took me in and again showed me how it was done; the
same joined feeling, the same hard, black ice... The alterations were
more subtle this time: he rearranged her feelings so that she would
become slightly masochistic. And a lesbian. Not a lot; not so she
couldn't control it, but enough to affect her personality. Hell, I
would have done a lot more, but Mr. Poe just smiled when I told him
that. "In time," he said, "the more subtle changes can be much more
satisfying."

Uh-huh.

Well, that was his style. Mine was a little more direct. And, finally,
he told me I was ready to try to do it myself. Fuck, I couldn't wait.

The first one was a cute little science major named Roxanne. She had
just broken up with her boyfriend. He'd wanted to have anal sex with
her, but she had refused. She'd caught him with another girl soon
after, and that was that.

"Roxanne," I told her, slipping deeply into her mind, "that wasn't
very nice." I was inside, deep. "I think that you should go back to
him and beg him to fuck you up the ass."

"But..." My control wasn't complete. I went in deeper.

"Not only that," I continued, now almost one with her mind, "from now
on you will only have anal sex. The thought of taking a cock up the
ass is incredibly exciting; you'll come screaming every time." From
inside, I could feel her personality altering to match my words. The
black ice was warping her character to fit my will. "In fact, you'll
have anal sex at least three times a week from now on, but never with
one guy more than once a week." Maybe, just maybe, there was a small
spark of rebellion inside of her as I told her this, but I just
slipped in a little deeper and snuffed it out. I was sweating and
shaking by the time I was finished, but it worked. The little bitch
walked away remembering nothing, but from that day onward, she would
do what I had told her.

Be a good little ass slut.

And, man, it felt great! I felt like a fucking god.

I had to do it again.

The second bitch was a tall, blonde woman named Tanya. She taught
remedial English, or, as she called it, "jock" English. Basically, it
was a course designed to keep the athletes on the playing field. She
hated it, and hated the big, stupid guys she was forced to instruct.

Or, at least, she used to hate them. Now, she loved them. So much, in
fact, that she would do her best each term to sleep with as many of
them as possible.

I wondered how long she would last at the job...

I turned Laurie and Dana into masochists. They would constantly feel a
sexual excitement which they could only satisfy by inflicting pain on
themselves.

Or, more specifically, on their tits...

By the time I was finished with her, Sandra was the school whore, more
than willing to sleep with anyone with five bucks in his pocket. She'd
start work that night...

Amanda was an extremely shy girl. At Mr. Poe's suggestion, I turned
her into an exhibitionist. She would feel the urge to show off her
body in public, getting more and more sexually aroused as she did so.
I set it up so that she would have to come in public at least once a
day...

Lara, Stephanie, Janet, Gloria and Beverly were all a part of the
cheerleading squad. We met them on the way to practice and stopped to
'chat'. By the time I was finished with them, they all had the same,
uncontrollable urge to have babies. Basically, they were like bitches
in heat; they would fuck anything and everything until they became
pregnant. After that, they would carry the baby to term and then start
the cycle all over again. At their age, I figured they each had a good
twenty-five years of baby-making ahead of them...

I turned a couple more girls into ass sluts, gave another the
uncontrollable urge to have sex with dogs, and, finally, took away
from the associate dean of the university the power to control her own
bladder.

That was enough. It was great, and I felt like a kid in a candy store,
but it took a lot of energy. Mr. Poe agreed, and we headed back to our
hotel room. Along the way, I picked up Melinda, a tall willowy blonde,
and had her follow us back. Mr. Poe returned to his room, and I lay
down on my bed. Melinda knelt at the edge of the bed and began to suck
my cock. I came within a minute, and she sucked it all down without
complaint.

Of course.

I ordered her to start playing with herself as she sucked. After that,
I fell asleep, lulled by the soft slurping sounds of her lips on my
now flaccid cock.


*****


I woke with a strange feeling in my chest.

The blonde bitch, Melinda, was still sucking away at my cock. How long
had it been? It seemed to be dark on the other side of the curtains;
still night, then. My cock was so hard it was almost painful. The
little slut's lips felt great wrapped around it, but for some reason I
just couldn't come...

"Ahhhh..." A sharp pain shot through my chest. It felt like someone
was squeezing and pinching at my nipples. It happened again... and
again... I kicked in pain, knocking Melinda's mouth from my cock. She
fell backwards and lay on the floor, watching with wide, frightened
eyes. Her fingers were still buried in her own cunt. Still playing
with herself.

I shouted again, twisting on the bed, as another series of sharp pains
stung my chest. The pain built as my cock kept getting harder and
harder... I was writhing on the bed, drenched in sweat when, finally,
the pain hit a new peak and I came, spraying warm cum all over my
chest and stomach. It seemed to go on forever. Eventually, though, the
pain faded and my cock finally softened.

"Oh god..."

The door to my room opened and Mr. Poe walked in.

"Mr. Poe..." I tried to get out of the bed, but just as I did so, a
gut-wrenching cramp twisted my bowels. I fell back on the bed, back
arching, gasping, as the agony stopped, started and then fell into a
pounding, brutal rhythm. I gritted my teeth and grunted in time with
each surge of pain and nausea.

My cock started to get hard again.

What was happening to me?

Through the grinding, throbbing haze of agony, I saw Melinda on the
floor at the foot of the bed. The bitch was still masturbating, but
she was now lying on her front. She was grunting and thrusting her ass
upwards in time with each surge of pain that tore through my bowels.
Very familiar. Looking all the world like she was getting...

No.

"Poe!!!"

I tried to yell, but it came out more like a groan.

"Mr. Ellis," he said, a quiet smile on his ugly face, "It has occurred
to me that perhaps I... er, neglected one particular aspect of your
training. How careless of me." I tried to say something, but the agony
was too much. Worse, my cock was rock hard again, aching and throbbing
like I hadn't fucked in a week. "You see," he continued, "when you go
deep enough into a subject, you actually become a part of them, just
as they become a part of you." The little bastard walked up to the
side of the bed and looked down on me as I sweated and grunted in
pain. "And, unless one takes care to disengage one's self fully from
the subject, a part of them remain in you." He looked over at Melinda,
whose groans and pants echoed my own. "Not a great deal, of course."
He turned his attention back to me. "Just the part that was... well,
changed."

The pain in my ass swelled suddenly, and I came, yelling, once again
spraying myself with sperm as the ache slowly faded. I wanted to get
up; I wanted to take a hold of the little fucker and pound his ugly
little face into a pulp. But I was too weak. All I could do was lay
there, gasping. Then, inevitably, the pain started again. This time in
both places, my chest and ass. Melinda, still twitching on the floor,
let out a little whimper as it started to build.

"Poe," I groaned.

"So," he said, turning away from the bed, "you'll feel whatever you
caused your subjects to feel."

"Poe!!" The pain in my chest grew; it felt like someone was pinching
my nipples as hard as they could. I felt the skin break, and a thin
trickle of blood dribbled down my chest.

"I wonder," he said as he reached the door, "I wonder how it will feel
nine months from now; when all those girls start having babies."

"POE!!!"

I screamed as loud as I could, lunging out of the bed, overcome with
the need to feel his scrawny neck in my hands. I didn't make it,
though. The pain in my bowels was too great, and I collapsed to the
floor beside Melinda. I rolled onto my front, desperate to relieve the
pain in my ass. But it was no use. Groaning, I crawled back onto the
bed and looked over at Mr. Poe. He had a hand on the door and was
opening it.

Fucker.

"W-what is it?" I grunted, doubling over as a new wave of cramps and
nausea surged through my body. My cock was hard again. Aching. "Why
m-me? What is this... some kind of fucking poetic justice?"

And, for the first time since I had met him, I saw the little fucker
grin. Not just one of his prim little smiles, but a large, gaping
ear-to-ear shit eating fuck-you grin.

I almost shit my pants.

"Justice, Mr. Ellis?" For a moment I thought he would even laugh. "Oh,
no, Mr. Ellis. Not justice." The grin disappeared like it had never
existed. "Fun. I'm having fun."

He slipped through the door, shutting it behind him, as a fresh spasm
of pain ripped through my ass.

Melinda screamed.

I did too.

Nine months...