Sex Show Stories

Cassandra’s Story

“I’ve always been seen as an object for sex. Only recently have I started exploring though. I’ve always been the classic cock-tease, ya know? I only recently lost my virginity and started feeling that I wanted to know men that way. Not that I’m lesbian and not that I wouldn’t mind doing something with a woman…but I feel that way mostly about men.

The most recent time, the only time, I felt almost this aroused was with Bobby and his twin brother Billy.

I am a cheerleader for the local college and always choose to wear the tightest, most revealing clothing without the second set of panties on the outside. I like to know I’m being watched and wanted by every man in the stands even if I’m not a slut.

Well, the night I met Bobby and Billy our team had won spectacularly so I was feeling quite cheerful when the two, strapping young men approached me. They were both bald and muscular, obviously football players for other teams scouting out the goods.

“Hey darling, how are you tonight? I’m Billy.” Said one.

“And I’m Bobby, we’re twins. We were wondering if you’d like to go out and have a drink with us?”

“Well, I usually don’t drink after a game but since there is the two of you and you are brothers, I don’t see anything wrong with it. As long as it’s public.”

They happily accepted without even asking my name. I told them on the ride there though; since I lived so close to the college I usually walked. Billy owned the large pickup truck they drove, I really didn’t care about the make or model. We drove, me between the two of them, to the local bar. They were gentlemen all along the way, really they were but being pinned between two hunks did have an effect on me. They both kept glancing at my hard nipples, which were quite evident in my tight cheer top. I didn’t mind at all.

When we got to the bar there was immediate trouble. Every guy in the bar, which I was barely old enough to enter, at just twenty-one, wanted to hang out with me. Billy and Bobby were amazing though; they somehow managed to keep every guy from me without acting sexual, possessive or violent. The way they took control was super attractive; I determined then and there to get the number of one of the brothers. All I had to do was figure out which one.

We had a few drinks. They both told jokes and kept engaging, gentlemanly conversation that only intrigued and interested me more. What really attracted me to them was the way they didn’t talk about sex; they oozed a certain quality that said volumes about their abilities in bed that words would have screwed up.

Afterward when we left, I felt almost desperate to keep them with me. I told them to take us to a nearby field where we could watch the stars. They agreed and Bobby drove, as he was the best at taking directions. During the drive Bobby slipped a hand over to my left leg and Billy my right. At first it felt very strange but somehow, very good. Deciding that it was honest fun, I spread my legs and let them explore my thighs.

Their fingers running up and down, pressing my skirt between my legs quickly had me quite excited. I could feel a smoldering wetness that was eager and hungry growing inside of me by the time we reached the field.

The field was huge, surrounded by trees with a single dirt road that led to it; it was all but isolated from the rest of the world and the brothers loved it. Billy let down the tail on the truck and unrolled a set of camping mattresses. Then Billy and Bobby both lay down on the back of the truck, at arms length from each other, watching the stars. Seeing a spot obviously meant for me I jumped up between them.

While watching the stars they both began touching me over my clothes. Billy kept his hands to the left side of me and Bobby kept his to my right. They swirled their fingers around my breasts, down my belly and over my pussy; they caressed me until I felt that I was about to melt and when I started panting with need Bobby did something that I didn’t expect from him.

“Get up and bend over the tool box.” He was very commanding. Unable to do anything but fulfill his desire, otherwise how would I get home? I bent over the toolbox, revealing my ass.

They both started talking about me as if I wasn’t there. They discussed who would fuck me first, where and how hard and long. They talked about how good I looked and flipped a coin over who got what hole. It was almost like a game to them. Strangely, despite the fact that I knew if I resisted I would be raped, I felt excited.

Billy won the toss. Bobby, grumbling, dropped his pants and lifted my torso. He sat beneath me and commanded me to suck his cock in no uncertain terms. Feeling almost wanton, I looked at it. It was huge! I mean the girth and length were twice what I was used to in my first encounter. My mouth began to drool like some kind of slut and I began lapping and sucking at it like a dog in heat.

I could hear Billy unzip behind me and feel the back of my skirt lifted. Then I felt my panties torn off. Literally, ripped off; they were really quite muscular. It only turned me on more. Then he began rubbing the head of his dick against my ass-cheeks. It made me feel only more wanton, like I was their personal slut for the night. Even if I hadn’t wanted it, I would have been.

After a second or two Billy’s dick was hard. He spread my thighs a bit, not really enough to open me up and reached between my legs. He rubbed my clit then, hard and fast, unlike anything I had ever experienced; the way he forced it hurt so bad that screamed. But, at the same time, the way he did it made me scream in pleasure too. My pussy instantly flooded.

As soon as my juices started flowing Billy slammed his cock, just as large as his brother’s, inside me. It filled me so that I could have sworn something ripped. I screamed again, this time more from pain than pleasure.

Bobby was angry that I kept screaming. He started calling me a cock-tease and a whore and forcing my head down on his cock. To make him happy I began sucking him, flicking his head with the tip of my tongue, reaching my hand up to cup and squeeze his balls. He moaned and told me to give him more. He told me that the tears of pain I was crying were sexy. He told his brother to fuck me harder.

Crying in pain, not realizing until seconds later how good it felt, I was horror-struck by the thought of Billy fucking my wet, throbbing cunt harder. But he did anyway. His thick man-meat hammered me like there was no tomorrow, forced itself so deep it bottomed out over and over again. I didn’t realize until half way through it that I was begging for more.

Before I knew what was happening Billy exploded inside my slut-cunt. He filled me so full that I could feel it dripping down my thighs. By the way I was shuddering when he finally pulled out, I knew I had cum several times too. Bobby hadn’t cum though. Billy stood up and moved to sit on the toolbox, commanding me to stroke his cock while Bobby walked around me.

Bobby smacked my ass several times on the way around, commenting about how good I was at sucking his cock. Like a professional, he said.

When he rubbed my pussy I figured he was going to fuck where his brother had just cum. Then his fingers moved up to stroke my ass and I knew I was wrong. Fear gripped me; the idea of him shoving his huge tool inside my ass was impossible! I would have jumped up and ran if Billy hadn’t grabbed my shoulders and held me in place. I started begging, pleading with them, telling them I would do anything if they would just let me go and not fuck my ass.

They just laughed and said that I would learn to love it. Billy was too strong to fight; no matter how hard I twisted or turned he just held on. Just when the fight was leaving me Bobby shoved his huge tool inside my ass. It hurt so badly! I know I screamed and screamed as his massive meat drilled deep inside my tight ass.

I could hear him, between screams, moaning how tight and good it was. I knew that this was going to be the worst experience of my life. Somehow Billy seemed to know my thoughts though. He moved his hand down and began rubbing my clit as my ass was reamed, and it made all the difference. His fingers expertly rubbing my clit sent a vibration through me that made my ass, my pussy and my clit feel like one united organism in a way that left me gasping with pleasure.

Bobby loved it. He just kept pounding me, calling me his and Billy’s personal cock slut. After about ten minutes of being ass-fucked I started to cum big. I mean cum like I had never cum before and my orgasm made him shoot his wad right inside me. I squeezed and wiggled for him, milking his juicy manhood for all it was worth.

By the time they drove me home I was theirs totally. I hope to see them again soon, or did before the day I met you.”

Her eyes met Eric’s, the bald lust visible. The cock-whore wanted him more than anything else and her gaze told him that she would do anything to have him.

Quickly Eric turned to Beverly and said, “your turn.”

Starry sat quietly in her room staring out of her window. She casually played with her chains, tugging them nonchalantly, stimulating herself with the gentle pain that it brought. Her eyes began to give away her arousal as her gaze drifted from the window and down to her moistening pussy. She tugged her chains a little harder, stretching her clit and nipples and causing her excitement to heighten even further. It didn’t take long for Starry to lose herself in her own lust and as one hand continued to pull the chains tighter the other hand slid fingers in and out of her pussy.

Starry closed her eyes and imagined her master was controlling the chains and it didn’t take long for her to feel an orgasm beginning to build inside her. She moaned softly and moved her fingers faster as her orgasm took hold and began to envelope her. She continued to stretch the chains tighter and tighter heightening the experience until at last her whole body shook with the pleasure and pain that tore through her. Just as Starry’s climax reached it’s peak the chain snapped, and Starry’s ecstasy turned to dread in an instant. She looked down at the broken chain in horror, the meticulously crafted gold links were snapped apart and Starry knew she was in trouble. Somehow she had to get the links repaired before her master found out and she needed to do it fast. Starry continued to look don at the broken chain and tears began to fall from her eyes, she had no way of repairing them herself and she had no money. Starry was going to have to find another way.

Starry was terrified but she knew there was only one thing she could do. She walked slowly to her Master’s room and knocked on the door. When her Master called her in she dropped to her hands and knees and crawled to his feet. Her Master asked her why she was there and why she was on her hands and knees. “Master, I have to confess to something”

She replied Her Master looked down at her sternly “What do you need to confess?” Starry by now had tears streaming down her face. “Oh Master, I’m so sorry but I broke the chain. I didn’t mean to but I was in my room waiting for you to require me and I was thinking of you and started pulling the chain a little and before I knew it I was pulling it much harder as I stimulated myself and orgasmed thinking of you. I can’t fix it, I have no money, the only way I could have fixed it was to offer my body in payment but my body is no longer mine, you own it now”

Her Master looked at her, “Starry, I am disappointed in you but at least you realise your body is not your own any more. But I do need to punish you for what you have done”

“Anything my Master” Starry replied, almost eagerly.

The Master had Starry taken away to the punishment room but this time she was not stretched out. She was made to lie down on a cold table and wait. Her Master walked in with another man and told Starry what her punishment was to be. “Since you have broken the chain it needs to be replaced. But the old chain and rings will remain. You will receive new ones now. You will not be restrained but must force yourself to remain still as you are pierced again.”

Starry gasped at the though of the piercing but remained still. The other man now came forward and Starry could see he had a needle in his hand. He reached over and pulled on the ring in her nipple, stretching it up causing Starry to gasp again, this time in both pain and arousal. Once he was satisfied that the nipple had been stretched enough he very slowly pushed the needle through her nipple below the previous piercing and then pulled the ring back through. Starry screamed and her Master laughed. The man then reached for the other nipple. Starry had to use all her strength to stop herself from running away and he pulled the other nipple ring up and repeated the process but even more slowly than the first time.

Starry started to pass out as the needle was pushed through so her Master told the man to wait until she was fully aware before pulling the ring back through. Starry groaned. Her Master smiled and said just one more now my slave. Starry was shaking with the pain. She opened her legs and clenched her fists to stop herself from flinching. The man leant over her and parted her pussy, he took his time making sure he had a good play before he pulled on the ring in her clit and smiled. This time he was extremely slow as he pushed the needle through her clit. Starry’s clit was burning with the pain and he waited a few minutes before roughly attaching the chain. Starry yelped again and felt the pain shooting through herself as the new chain was attached.

Her Master told her that he was going to leave the broken chain attached as a reminder of what would happen if this occurred again, no matter who breaks the chain. So no matter who is pulling on the chain you will need to move fast. He then ordered Starry to roll over on the table so the man who has pierced you can take his payment. Starry found herself forced face down on the table, her newly pierced nipples and clit making her sob with pain as they were rubbed against the table and the man forced his cock into her ass. Pumping hard, almost tearing her apart with his roughness until he finally came. He left and then her Master lifted her up from the table and gently carried her back to her room and kissed her softly. He told her how proud he was that she had come to him with the truth and that she should rest now and he would be back to use her body later.

Starry lay quietly on her bed recovering from her second piercing when her door opened and in stepped two of the other girls and a couple of guys who were working on the house. Starry looked up at them suspiciously and asked what they were doing here. The girls said that they had heard about Starry’s accident and came to see if she was alright but the moment they got near they grabbed Starry’s chains and pulled them tight. Starry pulled back immediately and the pain shot through her body, but then realising she risked breaking her chains she quickly came along with the girls who pulled her across the room towards the two guys. Starry was powerless to resist, she couldn’t risk breaking her chains again and so all she could do is beg the girls to stop. They did stop, but only when they had forced Starry to stand in front of the two guys.

The girls told Starry to get down on her hands and knees but Starry just looked at them in horror, they couldn’t be serious, but serious they were. The girls tugged on the chains and Starry dropped to her hands and knees, uncertain whether it was the pain of the fear they made her do it. The girls kept the pressure on the chains pulling them down as the guys prepared to fuck Starry from behind and in her mouth. Starry cried out, not wanting either of these guys to touch her, but she took the first one in her mouth anyway and began to suck him hard as she presented her arse to the second guy, who began to fuck her roughly. Starry was powerless to resist, she realised what would happen if the chains were to break again and so she took the two guys and worked them hard, trying to make them cum quickly.

Starry worked them so well that they both came in record time. She sobbed in relief as she felt their cum shooting into her body. She hoped that this meant they would now leave her alone, but she was wrong.

The girls decided that they hadn’t had enough fun with Starry just yet. One of them spotted the double dildo and the whip across the room and ran laughing to get it. She walked up behind Starry and roughly shoved the dildo into her. Making sure the larger dildo was forced into Starry’s ass. She pushed it all the way in and then started moving it in and out. Starry moaned as she felt her body respond, at times she hated herself for being so sluttish. The girl then drove the dildo in and out of her more roughly -

“The slut likes it” The girl yelled out.

She then told her friend that this was her chance to get eaten out by another woman and to take her clothes off and put her pussy in front of Sapphires mouth. The girl did this and the first girl rammed the dildo in hard and left it there and picked up the whip.

“Eat her” she ordered.

Starry hesitated and felt for a moment and then felt the bite of the whip. Starry started licking the second girl’s clit, tasting her juices, making her moan Starry felt herself starting to cum and she licked and sucked on the girl’s clit hungrily as the first girl continued to whip her ass. Starry bit down on the girl’s clit and heard her scream as she came. The first girl then grabbed Starry’s chains and pulled her to her feet forcing her over to the table again. She was just about to inflict some more pain when they heard Starry’s master coming to the room so they all quickly left, leaving Starry naked on the table.

Starry’s master opened the door and saw Sapphire, lying naked on the table, cum was running down her legs and dildos were pushed up her ass and pussy. She was limp and exhausted, she had been well and truly fucked. Starry looked up from the table, her eyes pleading and when her master approached she reached out for him. He looked down at her and asked calmly for an explanation as to what had happened. Starry could see that he was not happy and she explained what had happened between herself, the two girls and the guys. He looked down at her and kissed her on the forehead, told her to get cleaned up and he would be back in five minutes.

Starry did as she was told and when he returned he took her up in his arms and carried her over to the bed when he lay her down. His hand slid across smoothly over her limp body and caressed her slowly. He pulled her in close and kissed the back of her neck as he cupped her breast and squeezed it softly. Starry allowed him full access to your body and he caressed her from breast to sex, his hand brushing lightly across her smooth skin. He kissed her and Starry’s tongue responded by probing his mouth.

They kissed slowly the bond between them growing as their lips melded together. His hand slid up between her legs, parting them and found her sex damp and inviting. He stroked her gently, his fingertip circling her clit rhythmically as she respond by moaning softly. They continued to kiss, her tongue probing deeper as his fingers continued to excite her sex, stroking and probing her. He sucked her tongue and quickened his tempo as he felt her body responding in her usual excited way. Starry came, grinding her clit against his fingers and kissing him hard and passionately. He continued to stroke her until he sensed her orgasm subsiding. He then got up and left her to rest, leaving Starry happy but bewildered.

The next few days were rather busy for Janette and Rob. They were preparing for the party. Rob mowed the yard and cleaned up the charcoal grill. Janette made the coleslaw and the potato salad. On Saturday morning everything was almost ready. Janette was happy to see that the sun was shining and it was going to be a nice day.

Lisa arrived at 11:00 to help with the final preparation. Rob was pleased to see she was wearing brown shorts that really showed off her long slender legs. She wore a pink pullover blouse with short straps. Rob had already planned a few shots with his camera hopefully with Lisa bending over to give him a good view of her boobs.

Jennifer and her husband Allen arrived next.

“Hi, guys, Rob said in greeting. Janette is in the kitchen Jennifer. Allen the beer is in the ice chest out back. Let’s go get one. Rob was not surprised with the way Jennifer was dressed. He seldom had a chance to get any type of look at her nice size boobs. She always wore something that entirely covered her body. Today she was wearing a gray sweatshirt and white long pants. There was little to see no matter how she sat.

Finally, Rob’s favorite sister arrived. Heather was wearing denim shorts that accented her long legs. When she sat just right you could look up them and see her panties. But usually Heather’s panties were thong type so there was not much panties to see. Rob had never seen any of his wife’s sisters fully naked but he had once walked in on Heather while she was changing. He remembered in the incident well.

Rob came into the house from the backyard and had a good idea that Jennifer was in the bedroom changing. They all had been drinking beer so he was a little braver than most days. He walked up to the door, opened it, and walked in.

“Rob, what are you doing? Jennifer cried.

Rob turned around and there was Jennifer standing in nothing but black bra and panties. Rob just stared a few seconds.

“If you have seen enough it is time for you to leave, Jennifer finally said.

“I’m sorry, I did not know you were in here, Rob apologized.

“It’s okay, now get out! Jennifer said and Rob quickly left.

Rob smiled as he remembered the incident.

“Hi, Heather, your sisters are in the kitchen, Rob said greeting his favorite relative.

Rob did not know it yet, nor did anyone else, but this was going to be some party. He and everyone else were going to have a great show thanks to Josh.

Most of the guests had arrived by noon and the party was getting under way. Today everyone had agreed to leave the children home and so the beer was flowing. Hamburgers, hotdogs, and ribs were being cooked on the grill. The two large picnic tables were filled with food and everyone was having a good time.

Josh arrived about this time. Janette had told Rob about him coming.

“You must be Josh, Rob said as he walked up and shook Josh’s hand.

“Yeah that’s me, Josh said and smiled. Looks like you guys are having a great time.”

“Yeah I think it will be a great little party. Come get a beer.”

They walked up to the ice chest and Josh grabbed a beer. Jennifer walked by about this time and Josh said, Jennifer, have you met Josh?”

Jennifer suddenly stopped and one hand went to her breast. She was getting that feeling again. It was like someone was sucking on her nipple. It was a very pleasant but very strange feeling.

“Hi, I am Josh, Josh said and smiled.

The feeling in Jennifer’s breast intensified but she managed to say hello. She walked into the house. She went into the bath and pulled up her sweatshirt. She pulled her large breast out of its bra to inspect the nipple. As she did she suddenly had the strangest compulsion and before she knew it she was sucking her own tit. It felt marvelous.

“Are you in there Jennifer? Hurry up we need some help out here, Lisa said and banged on the bathroom door.

This brought Jennifer out of her trance. She looked up and saw her face in the bathroom mirror. She still had her tit in her mouth.

“What the hell am I doing? I must be going nuts, she thought to herself but still lingered a few moments more before he tucked her breast back into her bra. What Jennifer didn’t know was that the fun had just begun.

The girls took the remainder of the food to the tables. The meat was done and everyone sat down to eat. The food was excellent and as they finished they sat under the garage. Some played cards and others were just talking.

Josh looked at the group and decided it was time for his fun to begin. He walked into the house and found Jennifer and Heather cleaning up the kitchen.

“Hi, he said as he walked in on them.

Jennifer had immediately liked Josh but she felt also strange around him.

“Hi, I’m Josh, he said to Heather.

Jennifer’s tit immediately responded. She tried to act calm but it difficult to pretend that someone is not sucking hard on your nipple.

Josh knew immediately the effect he was having on Jennifer but now it was time for Heather.

“Heather, take off your clothes, he said.

Heather looked at him and said, Are you crazy Josh? Of course, she immediately began taking off her clothes.

The name was said again and Jennifer sucked in a breath as her tit began to respond to the wonderful sucking. She was also feeling something down under her pants between her legs.

Josh watched as Heather pulled her blouse over her head. Her bra was very revealing leaving little to the imagination. She pulled off her shorts and Josh looked at her shapely ass with the thin strap of the thong running down the crack.

Jennifer was just standing there. She was watching with disbelief as her sister stripped for Josh. She also had her right tit in her hand squeezing and pinching the nipple through her bra and sweatshirt. The site of Heather in her bra and panties only served to intensify what she was already feeling.

“Take the rest off Heather, Josh ordered.

Heather also could not believe what was happening. She was doing exactly what Josh said even though she attempted to resist him. To her utter amazement her sister Jennifer instead of helping her was standing by the sink playing with own big tit.

“Heather, I think you are beginning to enjoy seeing Jennifer play with her titties, Josh said.

This was a jolt to Heather and suddenly she found Jennifer’s display very appealing when just a moment before she thought it was totally weird.

“Jennifer, go ahead and take your titties out so you can suck them, Josh suggested.

Jennifer did not need much suggestion. She quickly pulled her sweatshirt over her head and without taking off her bra pulled both of his large, 36 d breasts over the bra and began to suck on the long erect nipple.

Jennifer had not been interested in sex for a number of years. She and her husband Allen appeared to be a good match but in the bedroom there was little action. Jennifer could not understand this sudden dramatic sexual tension she was feeling, however, she was much too absorbed in the moment to do any analysis of her current mental state. Her focus was totally centered on her own titties.

By this time Heather was totally nude. Josh looked at her fine body. She had shapely hips, long legs, and her breasts were perfect. Their little nipples stood at attention and her shaven pussy glistened in the light.

“What are you doing to us Josh? Heather said.

Of course she mentioned the magic word again and Jennifer moaned as she bit her large nipple.

“Go over there and take care of your sister Heather, Josh commanded.

Heather walked over to her sister.

Jennifer looked at her pleadingly and said, Please suck my titty.”

“Doesn’t your sister look sexy? Josh said and gave her mind a push in just the right way.

Heather could not believe what she was feeling but suddenly Jennifer’s breasts were the loveliest breasts in the world. She just had to taste them. Heather bent her head and cupped Jennifer’s tit in her to her hands and began to suck.

Jennifer was beside herself. She reached down and unfastened her pants and let them fall to the floor. She then slipped her panties down revealing a small strip of hair above her pussy slit.

“Heather, I believe you need to eat your sister’s pussy, Josh said.

Heather had been with several older women and had always liked it. She also had often thought about being with her sisters but never thought there was a chance it would happen. Even though she did not like the idea that Josh was in control here, she became very thrilled at the chance to actually tasting her sister’s pussy juices.

Heather lowered herself to her knees and looked directly had Jennifer’s wet pussy. She reached up and spread Jennifer’s pussy lips.

“Mmmmmm, Heather said. You look good enough to eat.”

Jennifer looked down at Heather kneeling before her pussy and said, Oh Heather please eat my pussy. Jennifer had never even thought about being with another woman but now she wanted her sister to eat her pussy.

Heather leaned forward and took a long lick up and down Jennifer’s slit.

Jennifer opened her legs in a position to allow Heather full access to her most sensitive and private holes.

Heather licked up and down and her tongue slipped a little ways into Jennifer’s pussy hole.

“Oh God, Heather, it feels so good. I love you licking my cunt, Jennifer gasped. Jennifer had never felt like this. Sex had never been this good as her swollen clit continued to respond to every lick of her sister’s tongue.

Heather found Jennifer’s clit and began to flick her tongue on it. With each flick of her tongue a thousand sparks ignited in Jennifer’s body. It was almost too much for her. She felt her body jerking and leaking pushing juice all over her sister’s face.

Heather licked and swallowed as much of her sister’s pussy juice that she could catch. It tasted like sweet nectar and she was totally engrossed in eating Jennifer’s pussy. At this point she would do anything for her sister.

Heather’s own pussy was also producing its own sweet nectar. Heather reached down and began to massage her own pussy. She quickly had three fingers deep in her own pussy hole as she continued to eat her sister.

Suddenly Jennifer made deep guttural moan.

“Ohhhhhhh! she moaned. Her entire body shook and she began to fuck her sister’s face. It was quite a scene.

“Oh God! she moaned again and the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced quaked through her body.

Jennifer could not drink all the pussy juice that was leaking from her sister’s cunt.

Jennifer moaned once more and sank to the floor totally spent and exhausted.

Heather also sat down leaning against the kitchen counter. She still had three fingers in her own pussy. She was licking her lips as they were covered in Jennifer’s pussy juice.

Lisa wondered what had happened to Heather and Jennifer. She decided to go see what they were doing in the kitchen. She could not believe what she witnessed as she walked into the kitchen.

Jennifer sat totally nude on the floor near the sink. Her legs were spread wide and Lisa could see there was a wet spot on the floor where her pussy was leaking juices. Jennifer had strange grin on her face and her eyes were closed. She still had one hand kneading one of her breasts and the other hand massaged her pussy lips. She moaned softly.

Heather was sitting on the floor next to her. She was also totally nude and her legs were widely spread. Lisa was shocked to see that Heather was masturbating with her fingers pumping in and out of her pussy hole.

“What on earth do you two think you are doing? she exclaimed.

Lisa had been having a difficult time in her life. Her divorce from the man she thought she loved was a very traumatic. She also worried about her daughter and now that she was 12 she was beginning to go through the changes in becoming a woman. Lisa was concerned about she would handle this alone.

Lisa had practically no sex life after the divorce. Even though she liked to wear sexy clothes it was more as a tease than anything else. Lisa was still rather pissed at men in general and used her clothes as power against them. Lisa had never been with another woman but had seriously considered it. She just did not know how to proceed. If there had been another woman available she would have experimented with lesbian love. However, she did not want to set a bad example for her daughter and did not know how she would have reacted to her mother having a girlfriend.

When Lisa was married she and her husband liked kinky sex. They both enjoyed bondage type play and Lisa found she enjoyed being tied up and fucked. She missed this. Even though things really turned out badly between her and her ex, she still remembered how much she enjoyed being tied to the bed with her legs spread. She would be blindfolded and gagged. She would have no idea what her husband was going to do next but she always knew he was very creative. Lisa still kept her nipple clamps and butt plug and wore them now and then. Lisa always liked how he put nipple clamps on her small 34 b cup titties. It would hurt but in a very sensual sexy way that really turned Lisa on.

He also liked for her to dress up like a little girl. She was small and they sometimes bought little girl’s dresses for her to wear. She would put her hair into pony tails and then come to her daddy for his big present. She loved to sit in his lap acting like a little girl and then feel his hard cock pressing into her white cotton panties. This game often ended with her sucking her daddy’s cock and drinking his cum.

Now here she was standing looking at her two sisters who appeared to have just ravaged each other in some kind of lesbian orgy. She could not help but think why didn’t they include me.

“I said what the hell are you two doing down on the floor like that? she almost shouted but did not want the others outside to hear her.

Josh had simply made himself invisible. He wanted to see what happened.

It was about this time that Janette opened the door. She saw Lisa looking down at the floor. Then she saw where Lisa was looking and saw her two naked sisters playing with their pussies.

“Oh my God, she said at first thinking they had been raped or something. Then she noticed both had a smile on their face. She then saw that Jennifer was rubbing her breasts and that Heather was fingering herself.

“What on earth is going on here? she exclaimed.

It was time for Josh to intervene again. Josh gave both Janette and Lisa’s mind a sexual push.

Lisa suddenly lost her focus. When she first looked at her two naked sisters on the floor she was totally shocked. But now suddenly she was beginning to find the scene extremely erotic. She did not know what had changed but looking back and forth at her sister’s each fingering their own pussy was becoming overwhelming in a major sexual way. Lisa did not know what had changed she only knew that her own pussy was now beginning to moisten and she could feel her nipples hardened at the sight. She wished she had her nipple clamps.

Janette simple could not believe what she was seeing. How could her sisters do this and at a place where they could be so easily seen? They must have known they would be caught in the act, yet they did not seem to care. It was almost as if they wanted she and Lisa to see the. Janette wondered how long her two sisters had been lovers.

Suddenly as Janette reacted to Josh’s push the scene changed from an obscene display to a sensual erotic moment between two sisters who deeply loved each other. She could not explain what was happening but she was beginning to want to participate. She could feel her body begin to respond and she turned and looked at her sister, Lisa.

Lisa also turned and looked at Janette with a very yearning smile.

Janette took a step toward Lisa and embraced her in a warm tight hug. As they pulled apart, Janette gave her sister a very long kiss.

Lisa opened her mouth and allowed her sister’s tongue to explore the insider of her mouth. Lisa began to lightly suck on Janette’s tongue.

Josh sat back and watched amazed at how little he really had done to create this scene. He pushed the sisters just enough to move them past their inhibitions and what was now transpiring was all from their own repressed sexual yearning. He loved it.

Lisa and Janette continued to kiss as Janette reached back and cupped the ass cheeks that she had so long admired.

Lisa felt her sister’s touch on her ass and pressed her pelvic into her sister as Janette pulled her into her own. They kissed and both began rubbing their bodies together as Josh watched.

Lisa’s hand moved up and began to cup Janette’s breast.

“Mmmm, that feels so good, Janette sighed giving her sister’s full permission to do anything she wanted.

“Oh Janette, your body feels so good against mine, Lisa replied and pumped her hips against her sister’s.

“Please take off your clothes, Lisa begged.

Janette felt self conscious about her body but her passion overwhelmed her inhibitions. She wanted her sister.

Jennifer and Heather had now awaken from their trance and were watching Janette and Lisa. Their desires were being reawakened by the show.

Janette stepped back from her sister and unclasped the fastener on her purple dress. She let it fall to the floor revealing her white bra and panties. They were not particularly sexy lingerie but to Lisa’s eyes Janette looked very sexy standing.

“Oh Janette, Lisa whimpered. Take off everything.”

Janette reached back and unclasped her bra letting it fall to the floor. Her 36 c breasts sprang out their nipples at attention.

“Oh honey your titties look great, Lisa said devouring her sister with her eyes.

Janette then put her fingers into the side of her panties and pulled them down revealing her most sensitive slit.

“Oh my, what a wonderful pussy! I just love my dirty little sister and I am going to eat her out. Lisa said. Lisa stepped forward and began to suckle her sister’s breast.

Janette felt her sister’s soft lips at first nibbling on her breast and then sucking.

“Oh suck my breast little sister, suck my nipple, Janette cried.

As her breast was being sucked Janette lifted Lisa’s blouse. They had to disconnect in order to get it off but soon Lisa’s mouth was back at her sister’s tit. Janette managed to get Lisa’s bra off and set her small titties free. As Lisa moved to Janette other breast, Janette began to massage her sister’s tits.

“Pull on my nipples, make them hurt, Lisa said with a mouth full of tit.

Janette pinched Lisa’s nipples and knew it had to hurt.

“Oh yes, I love that feeling, Lisa moaned.

Janette could feel her clit swelling and knew for the second time in a week she was going to explode in a sexual eruption. She could not explain the change that had come over her but at this point she did not care about anything but her sister’s mouth on her tit. Janette’s legs were beginning to weaken with the passion. Lisa felt this and helped Janette to the floor. Lisa stood before her sister and removed her tight pants revealing her thong panties.

“You look beautiful Lisa, Janette whispered.

Lisa quickly removed the panties and went down to her sister.

Josh stood by and watched the action. The girls did not know but at this point they were perfectly safe from those outside. Josh would prevent anyone from seeing this action. The show for the crowd would be later. This was his private showing.

Lisa was again sucking Janette’s breasts. It seemed she could not get enough.

Janette was now aggressively twisting and pinching Lisa’s nipples. Janette found that this was a real turn on for her as if she was not aroused enough.

Lisa began to move down Janette body, licking and kissing as she went.

“Mmmm, Janette moaned and as Lisa went down Janette had to release her sister’s nipple.

Lisa reached Janette’s pubic regions and began lick all around her pussy but purposely avoiding the cunt lips. She kissed her sister’s thighs and knew that Janette was mad with lust.

“Please lick my pussy, Janette begged.

Lisa turned and kneeled so that her pussy with just above Janette’s head. Janette reached up and pulled Lisa down so Lisa’s pussy was directly on her mouth.

This was too much for Lisa and she dived straight into Janette pussy licking all up and down her slit.

Janette was repaying the favor by sucking on her sister’s clit.

“Oh my God! Lisa exclaimed.

“Fuck my pussy with your tongue! Janette shouted.

Josh watched as the two sisters did a wonderful 69. He saw that Heather had now climbed back on top of Jennifer and so the four sisters were doing two 69’s and all seemed to be enjoying themselves.

Josh decided one more member was needed in this orgy. He sent a small mind push outside and Rob decided he needed to go see where the girls were.

“I’ll be right back. I don’t know what is keeping those girls, Rob said as he left the table.

Rob opened the kitchen door and entered. He was not prepared for what he was seeing. In his wildest fantasies he never would imagine such. Here, his wife and her sister were eating each other’s pussy. And over there her other two sisters were doing the same. After the initial shock Rob got an immediate erection.

“Hey, I want to be part of this party, Rob said totally forgetting he had guests outside and any might walk in at any time. Rob was focused directly on Heather’s pussy, a pussy currently being eaten by Jennifer. If his wife could eat her sister then Rob felt he should be able to fuck her other sister.

Rob quickly took off his clothes.

Josh noted the pink panties but they came off quickly.

Rob knelt down behind Heather and said, I have wanted to fuck your pussy for a long time.”

“Oh fuck me Rob! Heather cried.

That was all Rob needed to hear and he rammed his cock into her extremely wet pussy. Jennifer was still under them and she began to alternate between licking where Rob dick was fucking to licking Rob’s balls as the pumped past her face.

“Ohhhh fuck her good! Janette cried from across the room

Rob could not believe what he was hearing from his wife but he followed her instruction.

Janette could not believe what was happening but was totally lost in the feeling of Lisa’s tongue lapping at her cunt. The sight of her husband fucking Heather only heightened the overall sexual experience. She was very close to the greatest orgasm she had ever experienced. They all were.

Josh said, It is now time for me to join this party. Josh had already removed his clothes and went to where Lisa was being eaten by Janette.

“Lisa you don’t know me but I am Josh. Do you want my dick in your cunt, pussyface? he asked Lisa.

“Oh yes please fuck me, Lisa was totally gone as she continued to lap at her sister’s pussy.

Josh pushed his hard cock deep within Lisa’s pussy.

“Ohhhh, fuck me Josh, Lisa cried.

Josh began to do some serious fucking as Janette took the same position as Jennifer and began to alternate between Lisa’s pussy and Josh’s cock and balls.

Lisa continued to lick Janette pussy as Josh fucked her cunt.

“Oh Goooood! Janette cried as the first wave hit her.

At almost the same time Lisa also cried, Oh Fuck me Josh!”

Heather moaned, Rob, fuck my pussy hard!”

Jennifer and Janette could only moan softly because their mouth was full of either pussy or balls or a combination of both.

It was an orgy of delight. Rob began to feel his cock expand inside Heather. He had not even thought to put on a condom. The rush began and Rob’s felt his balls tighten and he shot a tremendous load of cum deep within his sister’s womb. His ejaculation seemed to last forever.

Josh purposely did not wear a condom. He knew that all these women were relatively safe from disease since they just about never had sex. He pumped in and out of Lisa’s tight pussy and he also felt the familiar rush. His cock head began to expand and he felt his balls begin to pump a load deep inside Lisa. It felt fantastic.

Rob looked across the room and saw Josh. He was surprised to see him fucking his wife but he loved it. He also knew that his wife and Lisa had totally pleased each other. Underneath him Jennifer had stopped sucking his balls. As he pulled out of Heather, Heather collapsed on top of Jennifer. Rob was a very happy guy.

Josh looked over his work and said it was good. Of course Josh still had some more plans for the party but they all needed a bit of a rest. He sent a signal to the other guests outside and they were very happy to continue the party and no one missed the hosts.

The next day Josh’s Mom wanted him to come into town with them. He needed another pair of pants and a few other items. Since Julie only had to work the lunch shift Josh could shop and then they could both return home when she finished.

Josh awoke to the new day ready for breakfast. Julie was already pouring the milk on his cereal as he sat down at the table. She was still feeling a bit confused over the way she had been acting but this morning concluded there was nothing wrong with giving oneself a bit of pleasure. There was no reason to feel guilty or anxious that she liked to masturbate. She still wondered though why she had suddenly became so very good at it. In fact her sex life in the past two days was better than it had been in any other time in her life. And she did it all alone or at least she thought she was doing it alone.

Josh also was in a very good mood. His sex life had also dramatically improved as he continued to develop his newly discovered powers of mind control. Also, while he preferred spending his summer in the fields and forest of the country, he also liked to go to town and he felt this would be a fun day. Who knows what might happen?

“Come on Josh, hurry up. I don’t want to be late for work. Julie was working the lunch crowd at the diner but still had to be there by 9:00 and it was 8:30 now. Town was at a twenty-minute ride. Cromwell was not a large city, only 15000 residents, but it had everything they needed.

The restaurant where Julie worked was on the main street of Cromwell. The main street consisted of two blocks of various stores selling items particularly those things that were either needed right now or was not available at the Wal-Mart’s in Terryville another 30 minute ride. Josh was mainly interested in Tom’s Jeans, a local clothing store that was his destination today. He then planned on just hanging around till his mother got off work.

“See you later Mom, he said as he got out of the car.

“Ok, I will be finished around 1:30. Don’t get into any trouble and be back here around noon and I will make you a hamburger, she said and gave him a kiss as he walked off.

Josh thought about the kiss she had given him the previous night and smiled as he walked toward Tom’s Jeans.

Tom’s Jeans was in an old building and Josh always liked the way the floors creaked as you walked over them. The place had high roof and the owner Tom was a nice guy.

“Where’s Tom? he asked the clerk behind the counter.

“He is not coming in until this afternoon, the attractive young girl answered. She looked about 20, blond with long silky hair, and wearing tight fitting jeans. Josh noticed she filled them out very nice. I’m Alice. What do you need today young man? she asked.

“I’m Josh and I need some jeans, Josh told her.

“Ok, Sally will help you, she replied. Sally, where are you? she yelled.

“On my way, another cute young girl answered. Josh knew her from school. She graduated last year and had been a cheerleader. She looked great but he did not like her. She could be very mean at times.

“Hi, she said as she approached him. What do you want?”

Even though he did not like her Josh was feeling rather shy talking to Sally when he suddenly remembered his powers. I wondered if they will work here, he thought to himself.

“Sally turn around, Josh thought to himself.

Sally looked around and then turned around.

“Well, what do you want? she questioned becoming a little annoyed. She was not pleased that her father made her work as a common salesgirl but he felt it would be good for her. He told her she needed to understand what work was. Sally had mostly been given whatever she wanted. This time though her father put his foot down and here she was waiting on nerds.

“Some blue jeans, he answered and then thought, Jump up and down three times.”

Sally jumped up and down three times and had a rather strange look on her face.

“Why did you do that? Josh asked smiling a big grin.

“I don’t know, Sally said looking a bit dazed but then regained her composure.

“Sally go over to the jeans and wait for me, Josh projected into her mind.

Sally meekly walked over to the jeans counter.

Josh looked and saw Alice standing by the boots. He had not tried his powers on two people but decided to give it a whirl. First, he sent a thought to Alice, Sit down in the chair to your left, then get up, turn around, and sit down again.”

Alice did exactly as he had instructed.

Now, Josh attempted to send a thought to both girls. He pictured girls in his mind and thought, Both of you reach up and grab your breasts and squeezed them.”

As he watched each girl raised her hands. They placed a hand on each breast and began to squeeze.

Sally was feeling a bit odd when she suddenly felt she must touch her breast. She raised both hands to her breasts and squeezed. A gasp escaped her lips as her hands moved. As Sally did this she noticed Alice also doing the same weird maneuver. She then saw the boy watching them and watching them with great interest.

Josh was having a good time. Once he had said hello to Sally at a ballgame on a dare from one of his friends. He was a freshman at the time and she was senor. She had acted very rudely to him calling a nerd. What was worse two footballs players saw it and really began to put him down. Now it was some get even time.

Alice also felt the same need as Sally and squeezed her breast. She also saw Alice do the same and Josh watching them.

Before either of the girls could regain their composure Josh sent another thought Now put your right hand on your left breast and squeeze. Then continue holding it while your rub between your legs ten times, Josh again sent the thought to both girls.

Both girls did as he instructed and noticed Josh had a large smile on his face.

When she had rubbed herself ten strokes between her legs Sally ran over to Alice. What is happening? she gasped.

“Is something wrong? Josh innocently asked.

“No, there is nothing wrong, Alice said attempting to appear calm but it was obvious she was not.

Josh watched as the two girls were talking to each other. Sally was standing with her back to him facing Alice and was moving her hands as she talked. Josh sent them another thought, Reach around and hug each other. While you do grab each other’s ass and squeeze ten times. Even though you don’t want it to it will feel great.”

As Alice was listening to Sally’s hysterics she suddenly had the same compulsion that Alice was having. At almost the same instant they reached around and hug each other. Alice could not help but let her hand slipped down to Sally’s young ass and squeeze. She felt Sally doing to the same to hers. It shouldn’t but it felt really good. Both girls felt something they did not want to feel and under their jeans their pussies began to moisten.

Josh simply stood there and watched them. He looked at many pictures on the Internet of girls doing things to each other and love seeing it. Here it was live. Josh also noticed the familiar budge in his pants.

Alice and Sally again regain their normal senses and were looking at each other wondering what the hell was going on.

Josh sent another thought, Unbutton your blouse and pull your left boob out of your bra and let me get a good look at it.”

Sally was trying to comprehend what was happening. She still had the buzz of the wonderful feeling of Alice’s hug and her hands on her butt. She never thought she would be attracted to another woman. Suddenly as she pondered this, she had the strangest feeling in her left breast and began opening her blouse. She looked up at Alice on what to do and saw she was doing the same thing. Then both girls shoved the left side of their bra down and allowed their left breasts to break free of the bra. They turned and allowed Josh to see them.

“What are you girls doing? Josh said still playing innocent.

When they heard his question they seem to break free of the spell and quickly began to cover themselves. However, before they could do so Josh sent, Don’t cover your tit. Both girls stopped and just stood there looking rather frantic.

“Why are you girls showing me your boobs? Josh asked giving his most innocent look he could imagine.

Alice finally responded saying, You need to leave now. We are having a little problem.”

“I don’t want to. I like seeing your titties. he said again. With that he walked toward the two girls who were still just standing there with their left breast for the entire world to see.

“I told you to leave right now or you will be in big trouble, Alice said in her firmest voice. Sally was beginning to cry.

“No, you will be the one in trouble. It is against the law for you to show your boobs in a store and I will tell, Josh replied as he neared the two girls. Josh did not know if this was true but it sounded good.

Alice did not have an answer for this. She was still unsure of what was going on and was having difficulty thinking at the moment.

“Your boobs are feeling great being out of their bras, Josh pushed the thought at them. He noticed immediately both nipples seemed to perk up. Josh was standing right in front of the two girls.

“Take off your blouse and bra, Josh projected his thoughts.

Alice did not know what was going on but she knew her breast was sending wonderful signals back to her body. It felt great. Sally’s tears had suddenly dried and she had a bit of a smile on her face also.

Sally did not know what the wonderful sensation was but wanted more of it so she took off her blouse and then unfastened her bra leaving her top half expose. Alice did the same and now they both stood before Josh with their boobs right in front of him for the picking.

“Your breasts feel great. And your pussies are feeling good to but Sally you still know what you are doing is nasty. Alice you will just enjoy everything that happens, Josh sent this thought particularly to punish Sally. He had nothing against Alice.

Sally was in a difficult way. One part of her was pulling her toward the most wonderful sensation she had ever felt but the other part was feeling disgusted and humiliated by what she was doing. To make matter worse when she looked over at Alice, Alice had a serene smile on her face and was totally absorb in what she was feeling.

Josh said aloud, I will show you my cock if you will show me your pussy, Sally? . Sally could not believe she was hearing this from this nerdy guy. Normally she would have slapped his face but right now she was so confused by what she was feeling she could not react at all. She just stood there and let him look at her breasts.

“What do you say Sally? Josh asked again. This time though he sent another thought Sally’s way, You will take off everything but your boots. Your pussy will feel extremely good but you will know you are doing a very nasty, disgusting thing.”

The confusion in Sally’s eyes deepened as her hand went to the buckle on her pants and undid them. They were tight pants and she had to tug to pulled the down to reveal and black lace panties. She had problems getting her pants over her boots and fell on her butt with a bang but she managed the get the jeans off and then stood back up. She pulled the black panties down revealing a narrow strip of dark pubic hair and her pretty little crack.

Sally watched helplessly as she unfastened her jeans. As she did this she felt a rush like she had never felt. It went through he entire body and settled in her pussy that immediately became wet. Yet, Sally was totally disgusted with how much she liked what she was feeling. When she fell on her butt it hurt but only amplified the wonderful sensation her cunt was providing her. Sally was a virgin but had masturbated but always felt ashamed. She had always been just a tease. However, her masturbations had never felt like this. When she pulled her panties down she felt totally humiliated but that only intensified what she was already feeling.

Josh had a large grin on his face as he looked at Sally’s pussy. You look great Sally, he said while thinking to her, You’re a nasty girl who feels very guilty about liking me look at your pussy. Tell me out loud how much you like me seeing your little crack. Use the dirtiest words you know.”

Sally looked at Josh and said, I love you seeing my pussy lips, my cunt, my hole. It is all wet inside my pussy just because you are looking at it.”

Just then Darlene Hamilton open the door of the store. Josh jumped back and his quick thinking shot a thought at her. You don’t see anything and you don’t want to come into this store right now.

Darlene Hamilton turned and closed the door.

Sally was still standing there fighting the lust that was consuming her. Alice was just standing still looking like everything was wonderful and she felt great.

Josh reach down and unzip his pants. He pulled out his 4 inches of manhood and all Sally could do was watch him. She did not make fun of his small member.

“Sally rub you pussy, Josh commanded. Love it and hate it, he thought.

Sally did what he said with a look of anguish on her face.

Josh was very excited but was also feeling sorry for Sally. So he relented and sent the thought, while you know this is nasty you will enjoy it and it will be okay.”

Sally demeanor changed immediately.

“Oh my God this feels so good, she was finally able to speak as her hand massaged her pussy.

Josh had thought about fucking Sally but was too excited by everything and shot his load on Sally’s stomach as she hunched on her own finger. When Josh ejaculated he sent out some of the wonderful feelings he was having and Sally collapse in ecstasy. He had forgot about Alice but she now had several orgasms and slumped in a chair. What he did not know is next door, Jane Williams, peed on herself as her pussy suddenly began to send sweet vibrations to her brain in the middle of typing a legal document.

Josh instructed both women to dress. However before Sally dressed he made her rub his cum into her skin and then lick her fingers and he kept her panties. She then finished dressing and he instructed her to sit in a chair. He told Alice to ring up him a pair of jeans. Then he told both they would keep all the feelings they had today but would not remember what had happened. He then put Sally’s panties in Alice’s blouse so she was sure to find them. Josh paid the bill and walked out of the store.

As long as Patrick could remember he had the power, well at least as far back as eight years old anyway. For about eighteen years now, with no real rhyme or reason, Patrick has somehow acquired the power to put people into deep hypnotic trances. And even more extraordinary, he could have them do his bidding, and wake up totally unaware of any of the activities they may have taken part in! Even at a very young age, he instinctively knew not to let on the secret of his new found powers. It was as if he thought that maybe his teachers or parents would take it away from him, and this he could not abide, as he was not one of the popular “in crowd”, but a veritable loner who spent most of his time playing by himself. If he was blessed with something no other child had, well then, that was fine with him!

The first time was with his own mother of all people! She was reading him a story when their eyes met, and right away, even at that young age, he could see that she instantly went into a trance like state that didn’t go away until he allowed it to. He quickly began experimenting with his friends, with the same result, that a blank far away look. He also discovered that no one had any recollection of having been under his spell! When Patrick was alone with someone, it wasn’t at all unusual for him to order his subject to do small insignificant tasks just to watch them do it. When he reached his teens, he routinely watched his female friends going to the bathroom, or changing their clothing with no hint that he was even in the room! This went on for several more years, until he reached his eighteenth birthday, a milestone so to speak, in his quest for more erotic adventures!

He decided that he would try his power on a total stranger, someone who would not know him in case anything went wrong! His subject turned out being a thirty five year old house wife who was struggling to carry several bags of heavy groceries into her house. Patrick happened to be walking by and offered to carry them inside for her. Giving him a fast once over, she thanked him and told him to put them on the kitchen counter. Once inside, she offered him a cold glass of lemonade, which he eagerly accepted. It was now or never, so when she turned back from the fridge with their drinks, he locked his eyes on hers, and immediately the blank no seeing stare covered her face.

Nervously looking around, Patrick looked at her and ordered, “Put down the glasses, come over to me, unzip my pants, and suck my penis to completion!” To his utter amazement, this total stranger, almost twenty years his senior, walked over, dropped to her knees, unzipped his pants, pulled out his cock, and took it into her mouth and sucked him off! After blowing his load down her throat, Patrick ordered her so stand up and serve the lemonade. After both of them had drunk about half a glass, Patrick had her wake up. This was the real moment of truth, because if she remembered, he would have to take off like a scared rabbit, but if she was a blank, he was in like flint!

He waited anxiously, looking for any tell tale reaction that might give him a hint that she was trying to figure what had just transpired. Instead, she just smiled, thanked him for helping her with the groceries, and asked him if he wanted anymore lemonade? “Uh, no thanks,” he replied, “I have to be going, I’ve got homework to do!” Homework indeed! Patrick fairly sailed home he was so ecstatic with his little experiment! He made plans to try it again tomorrow, because like any good scientist, you had to check and double check your data!

Now twenty six years old, Patrick was somewhat of an expert on having women do his bidding sexually! He brazenly took all sorts of chances, as much for the adventure of it all, as well as the sexual satisfaction. What really turned him on wasn’t necessarily the most beautiful women either, because they were just as available to him as “plain janes”. What stirred his drink, was having women who were, shall we say, unreachable! Like last week for instance, at the mall, Patrick saw a young woman with three mall children and her husband. They were shopping together, having a good time, occasionally giving each other a hug or kiss. It was obvious that they were very much in love, and totally devoted to each other.

Patrick decided he wanted her, but would have to wait until they were separated. Finally the husband went into a toy store with the kids, and mom went off to do a little personal shopping, where Patrick followed at a safe distance, and tailed her into a clothing store. In the rear of the store they were both isolated from the rest of the customers and sales help. Patrick acted as if he was looking at a pair of shorts, when his eyes made contact with the young wife. As soon as he was sure that she was “under”, he pulled out his cock and told her to jack it off for him. She nodded dumbly, and then proceeded to give him a nice hand job back amongst the dresses. He gave her a thirty second wake up call, giving him ample time to get out of the store, while leaving her there to wake up with a fist full of cum!

While that might seem a little on the cruel side, Patrick loved playing even more exotic tricks on his unsuspecting victims. Once at a party, he caught the eye of the hostess, and whispered that she was to go into the bedroom, lay down of the bed, call everyone in, and masturbate for them, not waking up until she heard the words “oh my god!”. Needless to say, it didn’t take long for someone to say “oh my god!”, and she woke up with her fingers buried deep in her pussy, and ten people watching her do the nasty in front of them all! You wanna talk about screaming, she went nuts! Patrick just sat back and laughed with everyone else, and no one was the wiser! Ever been alone on an elevator with a buxom blonde and wondered what her bra looked like? Sure, we all have! One of Patrick’s favorite pass times is to ask women to unbutton their blouses and show him their tits. Easy! Quick! Erotic! After a good look, just ask them to button back up and get off at the next stop. No fuss, or muss!

Patrick worked as an insurance adjuster, which meant he got to spend a lot of time traveling around to check on claims. A few weeks ago he was out checking on a claim for water damage caused by an overflowing bathtub. The woman who met him at the door was middle age, about forty five, but with a full voluptuous body. After entering the house and looking over the damage, Patrick gave her the look and then said, “Take off all your clothes and lay back on the bed.” Without the least bit of hesitation, she doffed all her clothing and lay down, and waited for further instructions. Just then the front doorbell rang, and Patrick went to answer it. A young girl selling magazines started to go into her pitch, but Patrick put her in a trance and had her come into the house. Leading her by the arm into the bedroom, he had her strip, and then climb on the bed with the older woman. Finally making a decision, he had the young blonde go down and eat the buxom woman’s big wet slit. In a matter of minutes she had a nice hard orgasm right in the mouth of the little blonde cuntlapper!

Patrick removed his own clothing and joined the two women on the bed. He ordered the older woman to suck him off and the blonde to ride his face with her short trimmed blonde bush. Patrick never tired of this position, having his meat serviced by a good looking woman, while he sucked on a hot juicy little cunt! The blonde was squirming all over his face, trying to keep her erect little clit in contact with his tongue. He didn’t know if the older woman was a cum swallower, but in about a minute she was gonna slurp down a huge shot of Patrick’s hot cum! Patrick groaned into the pussy of the little blonde as his pecker let loose with several huge bursts of semen. The blonde pressed her crotch hard onto Patrick’s face, her own orgasm ripping through her hot little box. Patrick lay back on the bed and watched while the buxom woman tried on her sexy bras and panties for him, while being assisted by the young blonde. Every now and then he had the blonde suck on the older woman’s big tits, what a show they put on!

Watching women masturbate in public was erotic and thrilling all at the same time. Patrick walked up to a woman who was sunbathing in her back yard, ostensibly to ask her for directions. What he really did was give her the eye, and then ask her to reach down inside her bikini and rub her vagina for him. While she was masturbating, he asked her all sorts of intimate questions about her sex life. When she was about ready to cum he had her describe how she sucked off her husband’s big cock! He then knelt down beside her and slipped his cock into her mouth and quickly ejaculated a load down her throat! He reached inside her bikini and gave her pussy a fast fingering, inducing one more quick hard orgasm. A few moments later he off down the street, leaving the poor woman dazed and confused!

Finally, one day at the library, Patrick was admiring the pretty but aloof brunette working behind the checkout counter. He stopped to ask her a question, and received what he considered to be a very snooty answer. A smile flickered across his face, he gave her the eye, and asked her to follow him back into the stacks. When they were way back in the corner, he made her strip off all of her clothes and toss them out the window into the alley. He left her there, masturbating contentedly, eyes closed and not a care in the world! Well, at least not until the head librarian found her and woke her up!

Military Terminology Glossary

ADCAPs: ADditional CAPability. The second generation of the Mark-48 torpedo. It has better active sonar, and is faster than the original Mark-48 torpedo.

AEGIS: Advanced Electronic Guided Intercept System. The AEGIS fighting system is a combination of computers and a phased-array radar used to defend battle groups against air attacks from airplanes and missiles.

CAG: The commanding aviator onboard a carrier. This person is in charge of all of the aircraft on the carrier, and overseas all the aviators onboard. The acronym stands for “Commander, Air Group”, even though the navy now calls it an Air Wing.

CAP: Combat Air Patrol. This is a defensive measure. A group of aircraft fly in a pattern in the sky to protect either a particular object, or a particular area.

GUARD frequency: This is not an acronym. I do not know why it is usually fully capitalized. “GUARD” frequency is the emergency radio frequency.

LAMPS helos: The acronym means Light Airborne Multi-Purpose System. It is a suite of electronics that helps the helicopter navigate and function.

nucs: Anyone who works on a nuclear submarine.

ROE: Rules of Engagement. The rules that the military personnel have to follow concerning when they may shoot at an enemy.

RIO: Radar Intercept Officer. The person in the back seat of an F-14. Their job is to handle all of the electronic equipment used for tracking and intercepting enemy aircraft.

SLAM: Standoff Land-Attack Missile. A missile that has both Land and Sea strike capability, and a range of over 200 nautical miles.

Chapter 25

Chain of Command

The flight across the Atlantic had been turbulent and unsettling. Ron and his family were now in Sweden, after a very long flight with lousy food and a boring movie. It had been three days since the death of Mike McGavin and the Committee. Ron had gotten very little sleep in that time. That, as much as anything else, explained why it happened.

They had not been met, so Lars led them to the home of the SkuggDrakarna, the ancient psionics guild of Europe. Lars spoke briefly to the guards, and the group was admitted into the Great Hall of the Dragon’s Heart, the leading body of the SkuggDrakarna. There, they waited. For two hours, they waited for the Dragon’s Heart to arrive.

Finally, the council entered the Great Hall and was seated. Dressed in blood red robes, they kept the hoods up to cover their faces. The head of the council wore a breastplate over his robe, made of what looked like silver. It had two dragons intertwined on it, one dragon bright and shiny, while the other dragon was a subdued color. The dragons appeared to be fighting.

Ron’s train of thought about the breastplate was interrupted when the leader spoke.

“Nå, Lars, ni har slutligen fört honom till oss. /“So, Lars, you have finally brought him to us.”/

“Ska sanningen fram, Ers nåd, s r det han som har ansökt om detta mötet. /“Actually, My Lord, it is he who has requested this meeting.”/

“Jag förstår. Och vad r det pojken vill? /“I see. And what is it that the boy wants?”/

Ron wasn’t about to stand and listen to a conversation he couldn’t understand.

Lars responded,

Lars looked at Ron for a moment, and motioned him forward, as if to say, Go for it.”

Ron took a step forward, looking around at all the other psionics that had entered the Great Hall just before the council had. He cleared his throat as he began his appeal to the Dragon’s Heart.

“Sirs, I come to you today to tell you of something about which you may not be fully informed. I know that you are aware of the plans and ambitions of the Russian organization we believe is called the Filitov Council. I am sure you are also aware that they have made a great number of strikes into the United States already.

“What you may not be aware of yet is that the Filitov Council has, just three days ago, destroyed the CAMP Committee inside our own compound. With this single act, the Filitov Council has effectively declared war on the American psionic community. And they have shown no hesitation at killing any normals that might happen to get in the way.

“It is our belief that this Russian organization has world-wide ambitions. I am not aware of attacks on psionics in other countries, but I would not be surprised by them. Perhaps you have information on this issue that I do not. In any event, I am requesting your assistance in fighting these people, before too many innocent lives are lost.”

There was a stir in the room as Ron stepped back with the others. The members of the council bowed their heads, and Lars told Ron that they were conversing telepathically. Ron waited as patiently as he could while they spoke amongst themselves for the next ten minutes. Finally, they raised their heads and spoke.

But not to Ron.

”Lars, du var tillsagd att föra honom hit för att förena sig med oss i insatts mot den där Amerikanska organisationen, CAMP. Varför har du fört honom framför oss med andra mål i sinnet? /“Lars, you were told to bring him here to join with us in an effort against this American organization, CAMP. Why have you brought him here with any other goal in mind?”/

”Ers nåd, han r villig att förena sig med oss, men mnet som r tillhanda r förståeligt me viktigt för honom för stunden. /“My Lord, he is willing to join us, but this issue is understandably more important to him at present.”/

”Vi har inget intresse att delta i något krig, Om vi hade lagt oss i alla sm trivial sm despyter som minskliga rasen någonsin haft s hade vi aldrigt fått någon ro. /“We have no interest in fighting a war. If we were to involve ourselves in every petty squabble the human race started, we would never have any peace in our lives.”/

”Ers nåd, vi talar inte om någon normal liten konflikt. Detta r en konflikt mellan psionics. Om vi inte kommer att visa ledarskap vid ett sådant här tillfälle , vad gör vi d här? /“My Lord, we are not talking about any normal conflict. This is a conflict of psionics. If we are not going to show leadership in such a time of crisis, what are we here for?”/

Ron had withstood all of this that he could take. Somebody want to start speaking English? Remember me? The guy you are supposed to be dealing with? The annoyance in his voice was quite evident.

The council was somewhat rocked by what they perceived as his impertinence. Their leader spoke to Ron. You have no rights to speak in this forum. We allowed you to speak earlier only because our Hunter insisted. You will remain silent from here forward.”

Ron’s fury boiled over at this point. Kiss my ass, buddy! You know, I may not speak Swedish, but I can tell you aren’t willing to help. You know what? That’s just fine. I wouldn’t want a coward like you fighting on my side anyway. When the fighting starts right here in your back yard, then maybe you’ll know we were right. Turning to Lars he said, We’ll be waiting out in the hall. He stormed out of the Great Hall, with his family trailing behind.

Lars turned to the council. He’s right. You have shown great disrespect to the leader of another guild. How can you profess to believe in our rules, when you break them so readily?”

“Our actions are not your concern, Hunter. You will return to your duties.”

“No, I don’t think so. See, I’ve been out in the world. I’ve seen what’s going on. And, you know what? He’s got it pegged. It isn’t just America. Everywhere I’ve gone, I’ve heard about these Russians. Sooner or later, they will come here. At that time, I hope you can manage to fight them off. Lars removed the ceremonial tunic he had put on for this meeting, and laid it on the stone table before him. Without another word, he left the Great Hall.

Lars had apologized profusely on their way back to the airport, but Ron had remained silent, brooding. Even Nikki had not been able to pull him out of it, and the rest knew just to let him be.

Arriving at the airport, they found a small group waiting for them. From their style of dress, Ron could tell they were part of the ShadowDragon. His defenses immediately went to full strength. The energy he was radiating actually made them back up physically. The leader of this small band was a woman, about 5’9 tall, with flowing blond hair that reached her waist. She was dressed in warrior garb, reminiscent of medieval times, but made of newer materials. Her pale blue eyes widened upon feeling the power of Ron’s defenses wash over her. She bowed politely.

“Sir, you have nothing to fear from us. My name is Kimberly. I am an Adept of the Fourth Order, formerly of the ShadowDragon.”

Lars continued for her, Kimberly is was my deputy. What are you doing here, Kimmy?”

“Sir, we Hunters have seen a lot. The rest of the SkuggDrakarna may not believe you, but we know better. We will follow you wherever this leads.”

“This is going to be dangerous, Kim.”

“What worth doing isn’t? she responded. Turning to Ron, she said, Sir, I know you have no reason to trust us. We accept that you need proof of our intentions. We would ask only that you give us the opportunity to do so.”

“How many of you are there? Ron temporized. He wasn’t sure what to say to this lady.

“There are fifty of us, ready to follow your lead.”

“Very well. Lars, can you take charge of them, and get them back to my house? We need to get all the troops together to try to plan something out.”

Lars came to attention, and bowed his head slightly. It will be done. Then he walked off with the group of Hunters to find the rest.

Ron and his family boarded another airplane for home. Ron was asleep before the wheels left the runway. He knew he was going to need all the rest he could get.

The USS Nimitz was patrolling in the Northern Atlantic, just west of Ireland. It was a calm, clear day, the sun glinting off the ocean. Captain Charles Farraday was lounging in his bridge chair, enjoying the morning, and keeping an eye on his crew. It was easier for him than most captains: Captain Farraday was a psionic.

“Sir, AWACS is reporting an unidentified surface group approaching, 200 miles out and closing, reported a junior officer.

“Number of vessels? inquired the XO for the captain.

“The Hawkeye doesn’t have a clear count because of distance, sir, but at least ten.”

“Captain, said the XO, I think we should send some aircraft over there to check it out.”

The XO saw that faraway look the captain sometimes got just before making an important decision. He waited patiently for the captain’s orders.

Finally, the captain said, You’re right Bob. Air Boss, send the two S-3s to check out that surface group.”

“Aye aye, Captain! replied the officer.

Though the captain outwardly settled back into his chair, appearing relaxed, he was very nervous. The surface group was too far away for him to read its intentions psionically. Either that, or someone was blocking his attempt. That would be really bad news. He’d gotten the message, through the grapevine, that there might be trouble coming. That would explain why the Nimitz was patrolling so far north. Well, if the Russians wanted to get frisky again, Farraday knew he could knock them down a peg. But if there were psionics involved, just what would that mean?

The captain passed the following fifteen minutes in a building dread. Something told him there was going to be trouble. Without any warning at all from anywhere, the captain turned to his XO and said, Bob, let’s bring the group to general quarters.”

Though somewhat surprised, Commander Bob Maxton had learned not to question his captain’s motives; he was right far more often than he was wrong. Aye, sir. Maxton gave the orders to the bridge crew, who began to carry out those orders. All of the ships in the battle group came alive as personnel hopped out of their bunks, or put down their cards, and rushed to their battle stations.

The radio crackled with the report of the lead S-3 Viking. Mother Hen, this is Jackal Lead, we have tally on fifteen, repeat one-five surface vessels of Russian origin. These are warships, Mother Hen. They are at full steam, and heading right for the carrier group. Requesting instructions, over.”

The radio officer turned to the captain expectantly. The captain said, Tell them standard ROE is in effect, but to keep themselves between the two surface groups. Bob, I think it’s time we head down to CIC.”

Maxton followed his captain down into the ship, where the Combat Information Center was located. The room was dark, with red overhead lighting, to make the displays on the screens easier to read. As soon as the captain had arrived, he requested an update.

“Sir, as you know, began the intelligence officer, The Russians no longer have a functional carrier. However, we are close enough to their turf right now that they can easily do in-flight refueling to get bombers and fighters down from the mainland. The group ahead of us, according to the pilots in the Vikings, are mainly cruisers and destroyers. A few frigates, but no battleships or carriers. However, the S-3 pilots also report that they are in battle formation, sir. It looks like they are looking for trouble.”

“If they want trouble, they’ll get trouble, interjected the XO, speaking aloud the sentiment of the entire crew.

“Let’s get the fighters up and fueled, and let’s load the Harpoons onto the Hornets. I want every working aircraft in the air. If this becomes a shitstorm, I don’t want to have our pilots on the deck. Radio Washington and let them know what is going on. Tell them we have launched a full alert, but that we are not advancing to meet the other surface group. You have the birds form a CAP around the group at fifty miles.”

“Aye, sir! chimed the officers.

“Pull that first flight back into the CAP. I don’t want them to be able to say we provoked them into something. If this is going to happen, I want to make damned sure they get the blame for it.”

“Aye, sir. Captain, should we put the AWACS in EMCON? The officer was referring to Emissions Control, a way to deny the enemy information about yourself.

“No. It’s obvious they already know where we are. Probably satellite photos.”

“Yes, sir.”

Aboard the Russian vessel Zhdanov, Captain Beriya was extremely unhappy. He also knew that there was little he could do to change that. He had been given his orders by this. whatever he was. He was told, “call him Putin”, but nothing more. He disagreed with his mission, but, as if this were the days of the old Soviet Empire, he was told that his opinion was not important, that this mission was good for the Rodina, that he would do as he was told.

As if the people of Mother Russia would approve of a direct assault on the Americans in this way! This is madness!

“Watch your thoughts, Comrade Captain,” said Putin, startling Beriya out of his thoughts. “They may have a negative effect on your performance, and you wouldn’t want that.”

“Understood, Comrade Putin.” Comrade. That was another return to the “Good Old Days” of the Union. What was happening to his Motherland, his Rodina? And how did this Putin seem to know what he was thinking all the time?

Igor Putin sat back in what should have been the Captain’s chair, watching the first major operation of the campaign unfold. He had arrayed before him the largest battle group in the Russian Navy. A fleet of fifteen warships, with a group of fleet replenishment vessels on the way. His air cover would be there when he needed it, and he knew that the submarines were lurking in the area around the American battle group. His was the greatest power. Though he had never served a day in the military, he was now acting as Admiral, overseeing this, the first battle of the New Great Patriotic War. They would return Russia to power, to prominence. That he and his brothers and sisters of the Filitov Council would rule permanently shouldn’t trouble the citizens greatly. After all, he thought, they were used to the czars once. They can get used to anything.

“Begin the attack, Captain Beriya,” he commanded.

“Bring the battle group to general quarters,” ordered Beriya. “Begin the launch procedure now.”

The radio signal traveled from ship to ship, and missiles flew from the five cruisers in the fleet, one a minute, for the next eight minutes. A total of forty SS-19 missiles were launched at the Nimitz battle group.

Aboard the Nimitz, things got hectic in a hurry. Captain Farraday ordered all ships into air-defense mode. The first missile would hit in just under nine minutes. No one yet knew exactly which ships were targeted. The aircraft carrier would be the biggest prize, and so it was most likely the main target. Farraday’s options were the same in any case: bring the fleet to air-defense readiness, and launch a counter-attack.

“Bob, launch the SLAMs.”

“How many of them, sir?” his XO inquired.

“All of them,” he responded solemnly.

“Sir?”

“Bob, the Russian missiles will be here in less than 9 minutes. It’ll take our missiles more than 20 minutes to get there. If we don’t launch them all now, we may just have a bigger boom. Launch them all. And tell the air wing to follow them in. I want these cocksuckers doing the dog-paddle home.”

“Aye aye, Captain!” The XO relayed the orders to the radio officers, who didn’t question their orders, but found them highly unusual nonetheless.

Aboard the USS Monterey, 2000 yards away from the Nimitz, Captain John Sizlig found his orders most unusual. But he knew Farraday, and he knew what he was thinking. “Missile crews, prepare the SLAMs for launch. Your target is the Russian fleet. When ready, you will fire all, I repeat, all of our SLAMs.”

He leaned against a bulkhead as he received confirmation from his missile crews. Their motions appeared frantic, but were well organized, and the first SLAM left the rails in under a minute. It would take over three minutes to launch all twenty of them. He knew that the same action was happening aboard the other cruiser in the group, the Normandy, as well as aboard the three destroyers, Stout, Mitscher, and Ross. He wondered if he’d be alive long enough to find out if his missiles hit anything.

In the skies above the battle group, Captain William “Shaggy” Barnes was flying the lead Tomcat of the squadron. He was CAG aboard the USS Nimitz, responsible for every aircraft flying off the deck. He received his orders, and quickly assembled his battle plan.

“To all flights, this is the CAG. Your mission is to follow in the SLAM missiles, and take out any Russian fleet vessels that they miss. Homer, you take lead. The F-14s will fly high cover, in case they’ve got air support hiding somewhere.” He continued his brief, outlining mission objectives and a brief chain of command. He thought to himself, This is supposed to be done in a ready room, not at fifteen thousand feet. Once his briefing was finished, the aircraft broke into their elements, and moved off to the north, toward the enemy.

“Any trouble back there, Scooby?” he asked his RIO, his back-seat officer.

Martin Scobes had been with the fleet for exactly two months. He had gotten paired with the CAG because Shaggy didn’t have a RIO at the moment. Given his name, and CAG’s callsign, his was inevitable.

“Everything’s fine up here, Shaggy,” he answered, “But I wish they could’ve waited until after dinner.”

“I hear ya. And I forgot my Scooby Snacks.” The running joke did little to ease the tension. What were the Russians up to? No Russian fleet had opened fire on an American in longer than he could recall. What had changed?

Four hundred feet below the surface of the Atlantic, the next element of the operation circled, maneuvering at only five knots, the Politovskiy was nearly silent, and almost impossible to detect. It had been circling this area for days, waiting for the American fleet to come to this spot. The captain aboard the Politovskiy, Aleksandr Torpoyev, knew that American sonar was far too good for him to stalk the fleet. But his ship was truly undetectable at this speed, and since he knew where the Americans were going, he simply got there first, and stopped, waiting for them to pass over his head.

This they did, and now he would be allowed to do the thing for which he had trained his entire life. He would show the world that the Americans were not unbeatable. He would show them that Russian - no, Soviet! - naval power was just as strong. He did not understand the reason for his orders any more than his colleague Captain Beriya did, but, unlike Beriya, Torpoyev yearned for this day, and was reveling in the emotions.

His sonar officer announced, “The carrier has just passed over us, Captain. They are at 300 meters and opening.”

“Very well. Torpedo room, load all tubes. Open outer doors.”

With satisfaction, he noted that his actions were carried out quickly and efficiently. The torpedoes were ready to fire in well under a minute. “Range to target?” he asked.

“1500 meters and opening, sir! Bearing three-three-six!”

“Match bearings and fire,” he ordered calmly. He was settling down now, he was becoming what he had been trained to be: a fighting machine.

The submarine shuddered as the four torpedoes were ejected into the water by high-pressure air. Two officers were guiding them in to the American carrier. The running time for the fish was barely over a minute.

This, the Nimitz was not prepared for. A frantic call erupted across the CIC. “Torpedoes! Torpedoes in the water bearing one-five-six! Range is close! Less than fifteen hundred yards!”

“All ahead flank!” ordered Farraday, knowing it was almost a futile action at that distance. He didn’t need to ask how the sub had gotten that close: obviously this was a coordinated plan. “Activate all countermeasures! Get the Vikings, and the LAMPS helos, looking for that sub! Sound collision alarm!”

As crewmen rushed around to follow the captain’s orders, he knew, in the kind of certainty that seamen have, that his ship was doomed. If only my Ability were stronger, I might be able to stop them! Captain Farraday had never had an opportunity to train himself in the psionic ways, and so was not able to turn away such a swiftly moving object. It would not have mattered in any case, for the Russian psionics were prepared for such an attempt.

There were now seven helicopters and two jet aircraft sweeping the waters around the carrier, looking for a submarine. The Politovskiy slid silently down into the depths, sliding below the thermocline, the boundary between warm surface water and colder deep water. This boundary reflected the active sonar waves of its pursuers back up to the surface, and so they felt they were safe.

It was not the fault of the sonar crew that they didn’t hear the Seawolf.

Aboard the USS Seawolf, Captain Brad Simmons was pissed. He had just been informed that a Russian submarine had fired torpedoes at an American aircraft carrier. Mother-fuckers! So, you want to play in our pond, do you? We’ll see about that!

“Spin up the ADCAPs! I want that boat sunk.”

“Aye, sir! Working on a firing solution now, sir!”

“Very well, inform me when you have it.”

Captain Simmons rested in his chair. Though not a psionic, he’d been warned about the coming troubles from his brother. And I thought he was out of his mind at first. Just the loss of his daughter sending him over the edge. But how else to explain this? Shit, I hope all of what Bill told me isn’t actually going to happen.

His fire-control officer interrupted his train of thought. “Sir, we have a firing solution, distance to target six thousand yards, run time on the ADCAP will be four minutes.”

“Fire tubes one and three, and reload.” The submarine quivered as the torpedoes left their tubes. The sonar officer in charge of tracking the torpedo kept a running commentary as the fish closed on the target.

“Comrade Captain! Torpedo in the water! No! Two torpedoes in the water! They are in acquisition mode, they do not yet have us!”

Captain Torpoyev asked calmly, “Bearing and distance?”

“Two-two-four at fifty-five hundred meters!”

“Come right to zero-nine-zero, ten degrees on the rudder. Make your depth two hundred fifty meters. All ahead flank speed.” The control room crew marveled at their commander’s calm demeanor. Inside, he was enraged. How dare they fire on my ship! Do they not know that we are the leaders of the new order? We shall teach them a lesson they will never forget!” He walked back into the sonar room. “Do you have a bearing on the submarine yet?”

“Comrade Captain, I am not tracking a submarine. Obviously, he’s out there, sir, but he does not show on a single scope. I can go active, if you wish.”

“No, that would make it far too easy to track on us. Keep working on it.” He headed back into conn. “Fire control officer, prepare a shot down the reciprocal bearing of the two torpedoes.”

“Aye sir!”

“Match generated bearings and fire one and two.”

Once again the vessel trembled as the torpedoes were launched.

The Seawolf, however, was nowhere near the direction that the torpedoes had been fired. As soon as their own fish had left the tubes, Capt. Simmons had ordered the wires cut, and he had maneuvered clear. He still had the enemy sub on sonar, and he could fire more shots if necessary, but this was obviously a war situation, and he did not wish to waste more torpedoes if he didn’t have to. The Mark 48 ADCAP could just as easily find the other submarine on its own.

On the surface, it took only moments before the torpedoes closed the distance to the Nimitz. The torpedoes had spread out, and struck the ship from bow to stern, mortally wounding one of the largest ships in the world.

Captain Farraday was back on the bridge now, giving orders to the helm. “All stop!” He saw that his orders were being answered, and he turned to the 1-MC public address system. “All hands, abandon ship! Repeat, all hands, abandon ship! The Nimitz has taken multiple torpedo strikes, and is rapidly taking on water. All hands to the lifeboats!” He clicked off the system, and looked to the bridge crew, still staring at him in stunned silence. “Well? What are you waiting for? Get your asses in gear! Get to the lifeboats!”

As all the officers began to leave, the helmsman noted that the captain was not leaving. As young as she was, and as new as she was, she had no place questioning her captain, but she couldn’t not say something. “Captain? Captain, aren’t you coming?”

He looked at her in sympathy. “No, seaman. This is my ship, and I’ll be damned if I’m jumping off her just because somebody put holes in her. Now, go! That’s an order!”

“Aye, aye, sir!” she replied, with a not-so-small lump in her throat. She raced for the door, and looked back, to see the captain standing, staring out the huge bridge windows at the sea. She turned her back on him for the last time, and raced for the nearest life boat.

Captain Farraday had no illusions about going down with the ship. If he thought for certain that the boat was irreparably damaged, he’d have jumped ship like everyone else. But, he did have his Ability. And he had, he hoped, enough strength to keep the ship afloat until he could either get her to shore, or until someone could come repair her. He had to at least make sure that everyone else made it off safely.

Shaggy saw the inbound missiles as he passed over them. They were screaming in toward the fleet at nearly Mach 2. He whispered a silent prayer for the fleet. He radioed in to give them his visual report. That was when he found out that his carrier was sinking. Bastards! Unfortunately, his F-14 was not equipped to handle anti-ship weaponry. He passed the message along to the other flights. He considered keeping it from them until after the attack, but he knew that they would need to be aware that they would have to make a run for the UK as soon as the attack was over, and even then some of them might not make it.

Aboard the Monterey, the radar officer warned, “Time to impact, one minute.”

Captain Sizlig ordered, “Put the system into automatic.”

The officer in charge of the AEGIS defense system on board the Monterey lifted a cover and flipped a switch. The computer was now in charge of the defensive systems onboard the cruiser.

Aboard the Zhdanov, Putin was in the wardroom with the two other psionics on board. They were concentrating very hard. One of them, Bugayev, said, “About a minute to the first missiles, Ivan.”

“Very well. Boris, you and I will take down the computer systems, with help from those on board the Plotkin. I will signal them. You begin your attack.”

There were now five psionics focusing their powers on the battle group. Their psionic abilities reached out, searching for electronic pathways.

“Thirty seconds to impact, sir! System is fully operational!” Sizlig was just about to acknowledge that comment when every system aboard the cruiser flared. Some of the panels actually sparked, and then everything aboard went dead.

“Sir! All defense systems are down! All radar systems are shot to hell! We have no way to track the missiles now, let alone shoot them down!”

“Oh, fuck,” muttered the Captain. He knew his next order was cowardly, and that, if he survived, his career was probably over. But the lives of several hundred crewmen were in his hands, and he couldn’t live with their deaths to make a show of it.

“Abandon ship! All hands, abandon ship! Head for the lifeboats!” He unknowingly echoed the orders of his colleague on the carrier. “Let’s move out, people!” He made sure he was the last to leave the Combat Information Center, but he did leave. He made his way to the nearest available life-raft. His raft hit the water just as the first missile struck his ship.

Aboard the USS Normandy, similar things were happening. However, the captain of that ship chose to stand his ground. The crew onboard felt this was madness, but they would not question their orders. Captain Carl Andreeson had served them well for several years, and they would not desert him now. He had determined that their vessel was not targeted in either of the first two waves of missiles, and that gave them some time to get the systems back up.

“Any luck at all?” he asked the nearest technician.

“Not yet, sir. I’ll let you know if we get anything, okay?” He was nervous, and showing it, and the captain’s interest didn’t help any. Andreeson backed off.

Captain Farraday was holding it together so far. He was using most of his energy to keep the ship afloat. With what other strength he had, he was propelling it forward at a meager speed of five knots. His attention was too focused to notice the incoming SS-19s, and there was nothing he could do about them, anyway.

They struck fore and aft of the superstructure, where he was standing. The missile warheads exploded, ripping the flat top of the flight deck apart, and destroying the supports for the superstructure. The entire island began to topple over. Farraday was thrown through the bridge windows, his face and body lacerated by the broken glass. He fell nearly a hundred feet before hitting anything at all. When he did impact, he could feel bones breaking. The pain was intense. Pieces of the superstructure landed on top of him, pinning him to the deck. He knew that his body would not live much longer, and the ship was a complete goner.

He reached out with his mind, and found Commander Bob Maxton.

In the life raft, Bob Maxton was asking the helmsman, “You just left him there?”

“He ordered me to leave, sir. What was I supposed to do? Drag him out kicking and screaming?”

“I suppose not. Very well, take it.” His statement was cut off by the explosion of the two missiles on the carrier. “Heads down!” he screamed, grabbing the helmsman, and shoving her roughly to the floor of the lifeboat, throwing himself on top of her to protect her from flying debris. Neither of them moved until the explosions died away, and he was the one who rose. He looked at her for a moment, worried that she had been injured, but all of a sudden, some force tried to rip his brain in half.

Charles Farraday’s last conscious act was to send a message to the world. But before he did that, he gave his best friend and first officer a parting present.

Bob Maxton was flung to the floor of the raft with the sheer immensity of power that had flowed through his mind. He had almost grasped the message that his captain had sent out to God-knows-who. He knew that something else had happened, but he could not yet grasp it. What he really knew was that he now had a splitting headache. He looked down, and he saw that the helmsman, whose name he recalled was Rita, was moving. He helped her up, and looked her over for injuries quickly. She appeared okay. Together they stared as their ship sank slowly beneath the waves of the North Atlantic.

“Sir?” she said tearily.

“We’ll get the bastards, Connelly. I promise you that.”

“Yes sir,” she managed, before letting a sob escape her throat.

In the plane, flying over the Atlantic Ocean, Ronald Marcus Chaffey sat bolt upright in his airplane seat out of a dead sleep. His head was throbbing with the message that had carried itself around the world, and had probably awakened several dead people with its forcefulness. He wished Karen were here now, so he could verify that he had not dreamt it, but she was with Lars now. Linda, who was sitting beside him, noticed his sudden agitation.

“Is something wrong, Ron?”

“Yes, I think there is.”

“What.” she started to ask, but could see that Ron had entered one of his “states”, and wasn’t going to be disturbed for a simple matter of curiosity.

Ron was searching for the source of the message. He soon found it, in two different places. Though this confused him, the two points of origin were very close together, and both were in the midst of a pack full of trouble. Ron saw the overall picture, and he realized that he was too far away to help everyone. How do you choose whom to save?

Ron came to his decision by a simple matter of numbers. He was too far away to try to take out the missiles directly. He could only protect one location. While attacking the Russian ships was desirable, that would only kill people, and not save anyone. This would save the lives of American sailors. It was the best he could manage.

Back underwater, the Politovskiy was fleeing for its life. Captain Torpoyev had tried every maneuver he could think of to escape the closing torpedoes. Nothing had managed to shake the Mark 48s. He was resigned to the fate of his submarine. He had taken out their most vaunted carrier, but it would seem that the devil would have his due. Their triumph would cost them their lives. He had but one last duty to perform for his crew.

“Surface the ship, emergency rise. All up on the bow planes!” His orders were confirmed and carried out swiftly. There was the chance that rising back through the thermocline layer would confuse the torpedoes, but it was a slim chance at best.

The torpedoes followed the Politovskiy up to the surface, and they contacted the sub just as its bow cleared the water. The explosion actually pushed the submarine farther out of the water, but this only made things worse. With so much of the sub out of the water, the impact when it fell back was too much of a strain for the already-damaged hull. The ship split in half, and quickly filled with water. Not a single crew member made it to safety before the halves slid back beneath the waters for the last time.

“I have two explosions, captain, and then some tearing noises. They made it to the surface just as the fish got there. No hull crush noises, but engine sounds are gone.”

Captain Simmons easily restrained his enthusiasm. He had to make sure the sub was actually dead, and not waiting on the surface. “Periscope depth.” His ship rose slowly up from the depths, not surfacing, but only close enough so that the ship’s periscope could be raised out of the water. The captain made a quick sweep, and then a slower one. He slapped the handles on the periscope up and said, “Lower periscope.” Turning to his crew, he said, “There’s no sub on the surface, so I think we can call that a kill.” He quashed the beginning celebration with his next sentence. “The USS Nimitz is also not on the surface.” Silence filled the room as this bit of news sank in. “XO, surface the boat. There were life rafts up there, and we have a duty to those sailors. Sonar, this is the captain: keep your ears open for anything that doesn’t belong.”

Bob Maxton was looking in the wrong direction when the Seawolf surfaced. He heard a cry from one of the other lifeboats, and turned to see what that was about. Never had he seen a more welcome sight than the large, black sail of the submarine rising up from the ocean’s surface. I take back everything I ever said about nucs.

The missiles were racing in now, and Captain Andreeson was just about to order the crew to the lifeboats. The missiles were mere seconds from impact, and he feared that he’d left evacuation too late. He was about to turn and give the abandon order, when he saw a bright flare of light from the direction of the missiles. The lookout standing next to him gasped in surprise, and then had his binoculars yanked away by the captain. What he saw was completely impossible: the missile had exploded in mid-air. Nothing had contacted it, and his ship could do nothing to stop it. Incredulously, he focused in on the remaining missile targeted on them. Just as he managed to find it, it too exploded without warning. Now what do I do? Do I abandon ship? Or do I stand my ground and hope like hell that whatever is stopping those missiles holds out?

The answer to his question was surprising for two reasons: first, he had not expected an answer, and second, it was not his voice that he heard in his mind. He was so startled by the event that he didn’t question the wisdom of the voice.

“Get everyone inside! Everyone under cover!” If the missiles exploded any closer in, someone could get caught by the blast. “All right, folks, something is stopping those missiles from getting to us. I don’t know what it is, but, by God, we’ve got a chance now. Any luck with the electronics?”

“No, sir. Sir, these are going to require an overhaul to repair. Every circuit is fried.”

“Very well. Get to your damage control station. Situation report?”

“Sir, the Monterey is sinking, the Mitscher is gone. Both Stout and Ross are damaged, but still afloat. Neither of the frigates has been targeted with a missile. Sir. Nimitz has also been sunk.” That statement silenced the entire room. They had failed. Whether they survived this mission or not, they had failed to protect the carrier. It was their job, and they had not done it, and the only redeeming fact was that the crew had gotten off. That, and.

“Sir, we have contact with the USS Seawolf. She reports having sunk the sub that fired on the carrier. They are presently doing rescue ops for the carrier crew. They report that they do not have room for all the survivors.” That was, at the same time, good and bad news. The good news was that there were that many survivors. The bad news was that the weather in the North Atlantic was notoriously bad, and storms were scheduled to arrive in several hours. They would have to find a way to collect several thousand crewmen from the water before those storms hit.

“Put a call in to the British navy. Tell them if they’ve got anything in the area that can haul a large number of people, we need it.”

“Aye, sir!” That response was punctuated by the sound of three more explosions, two to their front, and one behind them.

“The last explosion was a missile hit on Ross, sir. She’s going down. All hands have abandoned ship. The two to our front were intended for us, but exploded like the others.”

“Well, at least whatever that is, is holding out. Keep me informed.”

“Aye aye, sir!”

Ron was sweating profusely in his airline seat. He had not ever had to work this hard from such a distance. The stewardess, alarmed at his appearance, reached to rouse him. Linda stopped her.

“Don’t. He’ll be okay. But, could you bring me a wet towel for his forehead?”

“Is it contagious?”

“Huh? Oh, no, he’s not sick. he’s. concentrating. Please, just bring me the towel.”

The stewardess complied. But Ron saw none of it.

Shaggy Barnes passed the last of the inbound missiles, but could no longer reach any of the ships of the fleet. Finally, broadcasting on the GUARD frequency, he reached one of the frigates, just to be informed that, except for the Normandy, all of the main ships of the fleet were either damaged, sinking, or sunk, and that the Normandy was unreachable.

“Very well, Simpson. We’ve passed what appears to be the last of the inbound missiles. We are still fifteen minutes from our target. All friendly missiles appear to be tracking well. Can you tell me why the Normandy has managed so well?”

“Sorry, Turkey Lead, we don’t understand the phenomenon involved. No missiles have been able to get through to the Normandy. It hasn’t even had a near miss.”

“Very well, Simpson. We will continue our profile, and then bingo to the United Kingdom. Can you call ahead and let them know we’re coming?”

“Already done, Turkey Lead. There will be Texacos in the air waiting for you.”

“Understood, Simpson. Thank you for that. Turkey Lead, out.” To his rear-seater, he said, “Well, that eliminates that worry.”

“Yeah, great, Shaggy. Now we just have to worry about whatever else can go weird on this mission.”

“I hear you, Scooby. Keep your eyes on that scope.”

The Russian fleet was aware of the incoming missiles, but, unlike the Americans, they had no system readily prepared to deal with it. They had to resort to anti-aircraft weaponry better suited to bringing down a bomber than a missile.

In the wardroom of the Zhdanov, Putin and his associates were keeping an eye on the missiles. Bugayev reported the incoming Alpha Strike of aircraft and missiles. Putin sent off a telepathic message. He had been waiting for this.

While jamming an AWACS radar is next to impossible, Mikhail Borodin had learned how to maneuver the radar energy away from its receiver. It had never occurred to him that this technique could be used on visible light as well, or he would have made his plane invisible altogether. It was enough that he had masked his flight of forty MiG-29s from the American radar systems. He acknowledged Putin’s order, and radioed his comrade pilots. It was time to show the Americans who this part of the world’s oceans belonged to.

Five minutes later, all of the Russian missiles had finished their flights. The last group had focused solely on Normandy, and the last of the five had come dangerously close to hitting them. Now, they had to help their friends who were in the water.

“Let’s begin recovery operations. And thank the Lord, or whoever it was, for stopping those damned missiles.”

The response startled him half out of his wits. He certainly had not expected a response to that statement. Once again, it was not his voice. He dared not mention it to the crew; they would surely think he’d gone ma