3 comments/ 17656 views/ 38 favorites The Afflicted Ch. 07 By: ShyChiWriter Votes and comments are always appreciated. Also, please do add the story or me to your favorites list if you are so inclined. Also, do check out my other stories here on Literotica. Thanks, as always, for reading. * * * * Aimée was greatly confused by her friend's behavior. Abby had rushed out of the clinic and insisted that Aimée deplace them to the station nearest to their dormitory in order to save time. The time at the clinic had taken longer than usual and Aimée could only imagine that Abby must have a stronger than normal sunset response and was in need of some sort of relief. Though she hadn't heard the term yet, the phrase around the dorm was 'sunset slut', and it was equally applied to both young men and women whose libido was most affected by the setting of the sun they never looked upon. In fact, Abby was the furthest thing from a sunset slut. Her abilities allowed her to commune more closely with her Affliction and soothe it through such times. Her lovemaking was always planned. Abby chose partners carefully and deliberately. She was not the sort to jump into the arms of any man who caught her attention. That was not the case this evening. Abby entered the dorm first, and by the time Aimée had passed through the double security doors her friend had already shed every stitch of clothing. "Oh," said Aimée, surprised. "You're already naked. I see." "I need a man," Abby said with strong conviction in her voice. "So do you." "All right," said Aimée, confused. She shed some of her clothes, but wasn't quite ready for parading around in front of all of her new classmates au natural. Abby walked purposefully into the common area and scanned the candidates with a predator's eye. "Hooray!" said Jackie, who was sitting naked at one of the tables and eating her breakfast. Jackie had formed a one-person committee to make the dorm clothing-free. "Abby has finally seen the light. Who's next?" Abby ignored Jackie and zoomed in on her target, Adolfo, a young cadet from Mexico. His nickname was 'Oppo' from the word opposite due to the fact that he was certainly the shortest of their class but arguably the most well-endowed of the boys. Oppo was sitting on a chaise lounge and reading a book and was quite taken by surprise when Abby tossed the book aside and straddled him, her breasts brushing his face before settling against him as she lowered her face to within a fraction of an inch of his. "What do you say, Oppo, are you hungry?" "Well, I just had some bacon and eggs, but..." "No, Oppo, I meant are you hungry because I sure as hell am." "Oh...Oh!" cried Oppo, as Abby's hand snaked down his pants and began massaging him to full firmness. "Would you like to find a room?" he inquired in a low groan. "No time," she said, already pushing his pants down. "I need you. Now!" Oppo tried to object, but his arguments quickly dissipated beneath Abby's kisses and attentions. The fact is, few men could resist such an onslaught from a normal woman for long. Add in the power of an empath intent on seduction and Oppo didn't stand a chance. To the surprise of all, less than a minute later, poor Oppo (though 'poor' is a relative term) was soon being ridden by a sex-crazed Abby, the same Abby who had always been the most demure and discreet of their group. "That's it baby," growled Abby as she worked Oppo into her, taking in another half inch or so of his massive tool with each descent down his legendary shaft. The rest of them could only watch on in disbelief and awe, as one would a carriage-wreck or some other inconceivable act. Perhaps the most shocked of all was Aimée, who had just now stepped into the wider world of the Afflicted. Her seemingly calm friend was mounting a young man in full public with frightening fervor. Aimée feared it was just as her mother had said - they were animals. Would this soon be Aimée? Would she be a slave to uncontrolled wants and needs? This conundrum was further worsened by something increasing in Aimée's system - arousal. The sight of Abby riding Oppo was so exciting. Couple this with the erotic emanations Abby was unconsciously sending out and Aimée was surprised to find herself scanning the boys in the room for likely candidates. Abby picked up on this thought and suddenly stopped mid-plunge and turned to address Aimée with an angry snarl. "What are you waiting for?! We both need someone. Pick one and get this over with, you damned coward. It's time. Take Johnny, he's lovely." Aimée was stunned by the words, but turned to the boy Abby had indicated. They each blushed at the orders of Abby, but Johnny crossed to the lovely girl who was a newcomer to him. Both of their eyes were still transfixed on Abby, but Johnny gave a gentle nudge to Aimée. "So?" he said, shrugging his shoulders. "Abby seems to have given us orders." "I suppose she has," said Aimée. She was taken by the boy's winning smile. "If you don't mind though, I'd much rather find a private place." "Perfectly fine with me," said Johnny, taking her hand. As they started down the hallway, Abby cried out with her first orgasm. "It's good, isn't it?" she said, desperately clinging to Oppo. "Us together, isn't it so good?" Her voice had a strange anxiousness about it - like she needed validation. "Yes," said Oppo, "it's wonderful Abby." "I'm so glad," she cried. "Oh! Another one." This orgasm rocked her body - and she unwittingly broadcast the waves of pleasure throughout the dorm, literally buckling the knees of most people around. Johnny felt it. He'd already been half-stiff watching Abby, her wave of climax got him fully stiff instantaneously. He whispered in Aimée's ear. "We'd better hurry if you want privacy." They were soon in a private bedroom and were kissing each other hungrily. Aimée thought it would have been more difficult, but Abby had already broken down some of the barriers by sharing her sexual memories so intimately the night before. In a way, Aimée had slept with Jacob (via Abby), and that had eased her into the idea of sharing herself with someone else. In just a few minutes, Johnny was inside of her. Just like that, there was a man inside of her... and physically it felt oh so good to be filled once more. What differed was the emotional tone. With Claude, Aimée now knew she had been in love. Desperately, wonderfully, and physically in love. With Johnny, there was none of that desperate longing. Satisfaction? Absolutely. However, fun was the key emotion. Aimée found herself smiling more and more as they attacked each other with sexual abandon. He was lovely as Abby had said. He was caring and attentive and had that wonderful smile. He was also a very dedicated lover. He slid in and out of her faster and faster and she was surprised when her climax arrived and then...she couldn't help but laugh. "Oh my. Oh, ha ha ha..." "What? What's so funny," asked Johnny, who was certainly confused by the girl who was both trembling and laughing beneath him. "Oh Johnny, it isn't you," she said, still giggling. "It's just so... Oh my god here it is again. Hee hee. It's not you, keep moving. It's so merry. So fun. I never knew, oh my GOD!" She arched her back, the laughter leaving her for a moment as the full orgasm shook her body. However, as it subsided, she laughed softly again. "I'm glad I'm fun, I guess," said Johnny, chortling. "Oh you are," said Aimée - giggling. "Now how about you. Now why don't you fill me up with some lovely fun?" Johnny was certainly willing, and Aimée's urging was all he needed to send him over the edge. "Oh God," he groaned, and he couldn't help but laugh as well when the last of the eruptions subsided. "Ooh, you are lovely," cooed Aimée to Johnny in between kisses. After he left to retrieve different clothes, Aimée found she couldn't stop herself from smiling. "I'm free," she said to herself. "Free to give in to these damned urges and not have my heart ripped in two. Yes, this is going to be fun." She began to get dressed. I should wear something provocative she mused. If I'm going to have fun - I should make it really fun. She didn't have much, but she did find a blue dress which showed off her cleavage very well. She began working on her hair, pinning it up but leaving some curls hanging on the side in a way she knew had always driven Claude crazy. Claude - how she still loved him - but she knew that for now, she had some nice diversions in store. She couldn't wait to tell Abby of this revelation - to share this new discovery with her friend. * * * * Abby, however, was not feeling that life was free and fun. She had ridden Oppo through three climaxes and was on the way to a fourth when she felt him tightening up. "Oh yes, my lover," she rasped. "Let yourself go. Can you love me, Oppo? Do you think you could love me?" "Yes," said Oppo, caught up in emotion. "I can love you." "Forever - do you think you could love me forever?" "I... do you think we could talk about this later?" "Of course," she said, "now give yourself to me." Abby opened her mind and let it merge with Oppo, cashing in on one of the greatest benefits of her gift - the ability to experience others' orgasms in a way known to very few. "Oh yes," she cried as she sensed him gushing into her with a powerful climax. She had done such a thing many times before, but now she wished for it to linger. She clasped Oppo tightly to her and kissed him deeply. She wanted that more... the more she had felt with Jacob, and now with Claude. A connection that ran deep between whatever that thing is we call a soul. But when Oppo was done - there was no connection. It had only been sex, nothing more. Abby began to weep. "It's not the same," she said, her tears falling onto Oppo's face. "What's not the... Abby, what on earth is wrong?" "It - isn't - the - same!' she cried and jumped off of him. She climbed off of him and ran crying down the hallway until she found a vacant room and locked herself in. * * * * Aimée's preparations were complete. She appraised herself in the mirror and knew it was vain, but she was proud of her appearance. Elegant, but provocative... sexy, but a bit trampy as well. It was perfect. She looked forward to a bit of flirting. Her mood was quickly changed, however, when she stepped into the hallway. There were several residents gathered around the door across the hall with concerned looks on their faces. "Abby," said Jackie - who was actually dressed for the first time since Aimée had arrive - "Abby, please open up. Tell us what's wrong?" There were several residents gathered around the door. "What's happened?" asked Aimée. "It's Abby," said Diana, another of the female residents. "She pounced on Oppo, then as soon as they were done she ran off crying and locked herself in there." "It wasn't my fault," said Oppo, who was also there. "It wasn't even my idea. She came after me." "We know, Oppo," said Jackie. Jackie turned back to the door and started pounding again. "Abby, don't make us break in there." "You couldn't," said Abby's muffled voice through the door. "They're Council secured. Besides, Brana would have your head." "I'm so worried," said Diana, wiping away tears. "Abby is the one who takes care of us. I just don't know what I would do if anything happened to her." "I'm worried, too," said Jackie, starting to cry as well. Aimée started to cry, too. Then something clicked in her head. She hadn't been sad just a minute ago. She'd been confused, yes, but not sad. Who else but... Abby! "Abby!" said Aimée, shouting into the door. "We're so worried for you - but, if you could, could you maybe not umm... I can't think of the English word - émettent - emit. Could you not emit your feelings so much?" "Sorry," said a sad voice muffled voice from behind the door. Suddenly, the faces in the hall brightened and the world didn't seem as dark as before. "Listen," said Aimée, putting her mouth up to the door. "We are worried. Please, just let one of us in to talk." The door opened quickly and Aimée found herself being yanked by the arm into the room. Abby pulled her in, then closed the door and locked it behind her. Abby was dressed in a simple shift and was pacing back and forth in the room. Her face was blotchy from crying and the tears continued to pour down her face. "Abby, my dear, what on earth is wrong?" "Wrong? Everything is wrong. I've been unfaithful to Jacob and I've betrayed my very best friend." "Unfaithful?" said a confused Aimée, "but you've slept with numerous men since you're arrival." "Slept with, yes?" said Abby, throwing herself on the bed and crying even more. "But not unfaithful. Not in here." She rolled onto her back and made a fierce motion, pounding her chest. "My heart has always been true to Jacob. My body, it does what it will - but I always thought - I always thought we would find a way to merge. I thought I was just biding my time, just dallying with these. I was certain that the Council would announce that my brother and I were suitable bloodmates and they would declare us to be a rare exception. I always had this fantasy that Galen himself would declare that Jacob and I were so well matched there was no other possibility and our hearts would be complete once more. But... today, I felt the same intensity, the same love for another boy." "Who?" asked Aimée. "Oppo?" "No!" cried Abby. "Oppo was a distraction. I thought if I could couple with him then perhaps my heart would go to him as well. I thought perhaps it might be a phase of the moon, or a new time for me. But with Oppo it was just plain sex. Lovely, physical, lust, but nothing more. But with this other boy there was this instant connection. It was a yearning that hurt. It hurt even more because he returned the feeling. I'm an empath, so I know he felt the same way toward me. He couldn't hide it if he wanted to. You know that yearning, don't you Aimée? " Of course Aimée did, she had just been musing on it moments before. "But this is wonderful news," said Aimée. "Why should it be reason for tears, unless..." Aimée stopped, a horrible thought entering her head. "Abby, you said something else. You said you had betrayed your best friend. Who is your best friend? Is it Jackie? Diana?" "No Aimée," said Abby. "I know we have just known each other for a short while but it is you. I've never felt a friendship like ours. We are boon companions, no?" "I felt like it," said Aimée, coldly. "But if I'm your best friend, how did you betray me? Abby, who is this boy you've begun to love? Who is it you yearn for? Who is this boy who also yearns for you?" Abby could only lower her face and weep some more. "Abby!" said Aimée sharply. "Who? Who was it?" Abby raised her face and in a mere whisper - "Claude." Aimée removed her hand from Abby's and stood up, her countenance a thunderstorm of activity. "I see," she said, coldly. "And when did this happen, this great romance? How did you steal his heart so quickly?" "Oh Aimée, I knew you would take it this way - but it wasn't a romance. It was as far from romantic as you can imagine. I don't know if it was because of the memories you shared with me - but I was drawn to him instantly. But to be clear, it wasn't like I forgot Jacob. It was just like... like Claude took an equal place in in my heart, and I in his." "And - he was drawn to you. How exactly, my empath friend. How would he be drawn to you so quickly unless it was by your gift?!" Aimée's tone was accusatory and venomous. "You think I would have... Aimée! I would never use my powers to do such a thing. You should know that." "How should I know that?" yelled Aimée. "I have just met you." "But I shared my life with you. I showed you Jacob - my most secret moments with him. You know me. You know me better than anyone could." "How do I know you aren't just that clever?" asked Aimée. "How do I know you don't also have a brilliant imagination and concoct entire realities to draw people in?" "How dare you!" shrieked Abby. "Me? How do I dare? You are the slut, the whore who throws herself around - stealing the hearts of lovers." "It's your brother - and if I remember correctly, you said you wanted to meet my brother, too." "Meet him, not steal him with some sort of mind trickery." "I have nothing else to say to you," screamed Abby. "Nor I, you!" screamed Aimée. Abby burst out of the door, pushing through several of their friends who had been trying to make out what was being said. "Well," said Oppo, "at least Abby isn't sad any more. I suppose angry is better." * * * * Claude was floating - literally. He was lying, perhaps six feet in the air with his hands behind his head. He had politely refused the advances of several young women who had approached him for some morning recreation after hearing reports of his prowess from Hannah. His needs were well taken care of for the moment, however. "What's gotten into you?" asked Jacob, who also wore a smile on his face. Jacob's recent partner had been Clara, a demure Southern Belle from Georgia who was anything but when the sun went down. She was one of the most infamous sunset sluts of their dorm, and anyone lucky enough to catch her eye at the nocturnal hour was fortunate indeed. "I think I'm in love," sighed Claude. "Already? Hannah is a sweetheart, that's for sure." "No, not Hannah," said Claude. "She's wonderful - but there's just something not quite there - a connection I suppose you'd say. I never thought I'd feel it again after Aimée but now this girl comes along." "Who?" "A nurse. A nurse at the clinic with the most amazing red hair." "Ah redheads," sighed Jacob. "You are lost for sure. Was she pretty in other ways?" "Oh Jacob. The face of an angel, the voice of a siren, the body of a goddess." "My, my, my," said Jacob. "You are smitten, and bad. Will you have the chance to see this redheaded nurse again?" "I don't know - but I intend to go straight to the clinic after classes and find out. Oh Jacob, what if she's already mated with someone else? I don't' know what I'll do!" "Take it one step at a time, my friend. One step at a time." * * * * The Academy was located approximately fifty feet below Castle Clinton in the Battery. The advantages of the old fort were numerous. It had an interior which was uninhabited at night, allowing for outdoor combat practice which was both isolated from the outside and drowned out by the windy conditions and the sound of the waves on the waterfront. It wasn't time, however, for combat. It was time for school, and Claude and Aimée rode separate pneumatic trains with great anticipation at this new adventure, regardless of their emotional state. Aimée was the first of the two to arrive. As she entered the building, she was pleased to see Brana - who pulled her aside. "Hello Aimée, how has your first day been?" asked the willowy blonde. "It's been... well, it's been an adventure, I must say." "I'd imagine. Has our mother hen Abby been taking care of you?" "I suppose you could say that," said Aimée, suddenly turning cold. "She has certainly gotten herself involved in my life." "I see...well, I don't see - but that sort of thing is between you. Oh, Claude!" Aimée's brother had just appeared and came walking over toward Brana. "Brana, I'm not supposed to see him," whispered Aimée - stepping back behind a curtain. The Afflicted Ch. 07 "What? Ridiculous. Our colony here isn't large enough to have two Academies. You two are allowed to see each other on a social basis and here in school - we just don't want you living under the same roof to avoid temptation. Following along those same lines you are of course forbidden from sneaking off with each other. I think we all know what activities you are to avoid... Claude! How wonderful to see you." She hugged Claude warmly and pulled the two of them further to the side. "Hello Aimée," said Claude, moving to hug his sister. "Brother, it is pleasant to see you, I suppose," said Aimée. She folded her arms and turned pointedly at an angle so she needn't look into his face. Brana took in the interchange with a knowing eye, but chose not to dwell on it at that specific moment. "Listen, I know your heads must be reeling but I wanted to check in with you on an important topic. Have either of you mentioned your mother's former name to anyone?" They both thought back and realized they hadn't. "Good," said Brana. "You may hear many things but for now I need you to steer clear of even your own last names if possible. Above all else, avoid revealing to anyone that your mother was once known as Frederique La Teilière." "But why?" asked Aimée. "Probably for no reason," said Brana in a comforting tone. "A minor security measure, but for now it is easier for all for you to merely be Claude and Aimée, our new arrivals, and nothing more." The two of them agreed and then were led by Brana into the Academy. Both of them had separate ideas in their heads about what they were going to see - but the vision they both entertained in their heads had to do with rows of desks and chalkboards. The classroom they entered had a chalkboard, upon which was written complex equations, but that was where the match between their expectations of going to a normal school and what the Academy was like ended. There were no straight rows of chairs, no strict bells to signal when classes began and ended. There were large padded chairs, a few benches, and massive pillows strewn about the room. Classes started when the students arrived and ended when the teacher felt the lesson was learned. Greeting all of the students warmly was handsome man with piercing grey eyes and a short-cropped black beard. Brana led them straight to him. "Jabir, my love," said Brana, kissing the man affectionately on the cheek. "These are our two newest students - Aimée and Claude. I believe you received a communication of their arrival." "I did indeed," said Jabir with a knowing look to the two of them. "As always, it is an honor to have new students. Simply find a place and we shall begin. I thank you Brana." Though it was often a challenge to guess an Afflicted's age, there was no doubt from the wisdom in Jabir's eyes that he had seen many centuries on this earth. Claude sought out a seat near Jacob, and then he gasped suddenly upon seeing a lovely redhead enter the room. "Jacob, it's her," whispered Claude. "It's the nurse!" "The nurse? Where?" "There, in the red skirt." "That's not a nurse, that's Abby." "Yes, Abigail the redheaded nurse," insisted Claude. "What is she doing here? Is someone sick?" "I am a bit," said Jacob in a stunned tone. "Abby is my sister. Do you remember the redheaded beauty I told you about?" "Oh," stammered Claude, "Jacob, if I would have known I would have..." "Forget it," said Jacob softly - though his face belied some of the emotions roiling beneath the surface. "Hey, who is that beautiful brunette who's shooting both of us daggers?" asked Jacob. "That would be my sister," said Claude. "Well, based on the looks she's giving me - I don't think you need to fear me stepping into the same territory you have." Claude was perplexed by Aimée's behavior since he'd seen her. It seemed even odder that she would be exhibiting such hatred toward Jacob as well. He was just about to confront her about it when Jabir stepped into the center of the room and began talking. "Today, we have a special lesson," said Jabir once all of the students had arrived. "It is a lesson in one of the darkest times in the history of our kind." Jabir laid the groundwork for the lesson, touching on stories Claude and Aimée had heard. He spoke of the first Colony on an island in the Mediterranean, to the subsequent foundation of the Council, to the times in the catacombs beneath Rome and Florence when they had lived in peace with the early Christians, and even been their allies. He followed on to the days in Petra, where an actual Colony had lived in the open - the city in the rock allowing their kind to dwell with mortals both night and day, since the city was within the desert rock and no sun was let into the buildings carved below ground. Jabir painted the tapestry of their history with a deft brush and then arrived at the centerpiece of the lesson. "Then, came the birth of Frederique La Teilière. That is a name you should remember." Aimée gasped and Claude almost did the same. "I see you've heard the tale," said Jabir with a smile. "It is a quite remarkable story, and all of it true." Jabir proceeded to narrate the story which neither Claude nor Aimée had ever heard, but which was surprisingly similar to the one Frederique had told to Palo not a day before. "And so," said Jabir, concluding his narrative, "Frederique took the life of the Weasel, Jacito, and that of her beloved husband in one blow. The saddest part of that chapter was the fact that there was no safety for Frederique, our savior. The binding to Jacito meant that his followers had nothing but hatred for the one who took his life. Frederique fled her homeland. Some say she perished, some say she has been in hiding ever since. Nobody but the most trusted Council members are privy to the truth. Some say she may be returning soon - that the last of Jacito's ilk have finally been discovered. "I heard something," said Diana. "Just yesterday I had dinner with my parents and they said someone had seen a glimpse of the great Frederique in the entry plaza." "I heard the same thing," said Jabir slyly. "Though the story is as yet unsubstantiated. It did prompt me to refresh our memories of her tale. John, tell me, how would you discover a follower of Jacito?" "Well," Johnny mused, "I'd use the blood test Galen devised." "Very good," said Jabir. "An effective method, no doubt, and we are all still tested on a regular basis. But we can hardly check everyone every day. What other means? How else would you discover those who'd been taken?" "Changes in behavior," said Oppo. "If they are obsessed with someone they'll do things differently. They'll stop going to the theatre, or attending their usual clubs; that sort of thing." "It's like," started Abby... but then she stopped herself. "Go on, it's like what?" prodded Jabir. "I was just going to say; it's like they were in love. Take me, for example. If I was enlisted to seek people out I would try and sense people who were madly, head-over-heels in love. We get like that, don't we? When we're in love we can only think of that one person. But if that fixation had a biological basis it would be even stronger. I would first study someone who was in that first crazy manic love, and then I'd look for people with the same traits - but magnified." "Very good, Abby," said Jabir. Jabir segued into more academic topics, but Aimée and Claude were reeling with so much information, especially having learned that their mother was the savior of their kind. After hearing that information, they weren't the best of students for the rest of the lesson. For the mid-evening break, the cadets usually went back to the dorms since it only took a couple of minutes to get back. Quite often, the cadets would visit the dorm that they weren't staying in. However, the two brothers and two sisters had no choice but to go to their own dorms. They rode back in silence, especially Aimée and Abby who rode on opposite sides and ends of the train. Both of them were...flummoxed, for lack of a better word. Aimée was angry at Abby for many reasons that she knew were irrational, but she didn't care. She was jealous, of course. She acknowledged that in herself. However, she was angry, in a way. She had been prepared to let go, to enjoy this time of freedom and simply enjoy sex for a while. Abby's emotional betrayal had pulled her back into the vortex of swirling and confusing emotions. Now, there was more to think about; her mother. Frederique... the great Frederique La Teilière. How on earth and why on earth had her mother kept this thing from her all this time? As for Abby, the young redhead was wrestling with her own share of emotions: How could she long for both Claude and Jacob at such a deep emotional level? She had found such a good friend in Aimée, a kindred spirit and instant friend. In the heat of the moment, Abby was sure she had lost her friendship with the lovely brunette who already felt like a sister to her. Both of them felt one thing, however, and that was longing. Abby's 'milking' session with Claude had certainly been wonderful but it still left the deep well of her body wanting. Oppo had been a true lust session, but with her mind in the wrong place. Abby needed Afflicted companionship worse than usual on this day. This was probably due to the emotions surging about inside of her. Though her symbiote did not have an awareness of what she was thinking it certainly reacted to what she was feeling. If she was lonely, that certainly stimulated the afflicted cells within her body and made them want a companion all the more.. Aimée would have been satisfied with her morning romp with Johnny, but the angst raging inside of her seemed to unsettle her Affliction as well and it was calling to her - begging her to seek out something to soothe her ragged nerves. When they stepped into the dorm, Jackie had preceded them and she followed the usual custom of removing her dress and undergarments at the entrance and hanging them on a hook. "What do you say, Abby? Are you going to join me again?" she asked. "Well, I..." "I will," said Aimée. With a glare to Abby, Aimée began unbuttoning her dress. It was a challenge, of sorts - an irrational, juvenile, immature challenge-but one which Abby rose to. "Wonderful!" said Jackie, "If this keeps up, I'll have the whole dorm naked in less than a week. There was the usual buzz in the lounge as the students wolfed down a mid-evening meal brought on by young metabolisms of any variety. The conversation, however, waned quickly as the three beauties walked into the room with nothing to hide; literally. A couple of the boys whistled, and the other girls wore bemused expressions on their faces. As for Aimée and Abby, they simply walked through with heads held high exuding a confidence neither one of them necessarily felt. It was more a case of not wanting to be shown up by the other. They grabbed some food and sat down at a table. The conversation among the others soon began again, though it was a bit more reserved and there was more than a little muttering about what was going on. As the girls ate, they scanned the room. Jackie was usually more of a predatory lover, but Aimée and Abby were quickly learning that if one puts oneself out there - one needs to be able to return the attention. Aimée found her eyes drawn the most to a shy, blond boy who kept stealing glances at her from a distant table. He was from the other dorm and she hadn't yet learned his name. Abby found her thoughts lingering on Vladislav, the boisterous Russian from their dorm with whom she had only shared a few kisses. Once finished with her meal, Aimée cleared her dishes and crossed boldly to the blond and held out her hand. "Aimée." "Uhmm, Anders," said the shy Norwegian. "Anders, I like that name. Would you like to go for a swim, Anders?" Anders could merely nod and follow Aimée who had already started for the pool in the opposite wing. "Care for a dip, Vlad?" Vladislav jumped at the voice in his ear. While he had been watching the interchange between Aimée and Anders, Abby had crept up beside him. "Absolutely," stammered the shocked Russian. With a cute shrug of her shoulders, Jackie started for the pool as well. "A swim sounds good, I think," she said to no one in particular. "Who'd like to join me?" Three boys jumped up and started to follow her. "Just one for this time, boys," she said, without even looking back. "We've only got half an hour - no time for any sort of threesome or moresome fun." The three boys looked to each other and gave the nod to Tony, the boy who had jumped up first. Aimée and Abby were already in the pool when Anders and Vlad arrived and started to disrobe. "Race?" suggested Aimée. "I'd love to," said Abby. "Four lengths." And they were off. "Why do I feel like we're being used as pawns in some sort of argument," mused Anders. "I think vee szhould hope they argue more often," mused Vlad in his Russian accent. Aimée struck out with a smooth, swift stroke and was prepared to look back over her shoulder and see Abby lagging behind. She just didn't have the look of a swimmer and Aimée was confident she could beat the busty redhead easily. Aimée was wrong. Since she had awakened, Abby had been overwhelmed with a desperate need to exercise. In part, the constant activity was a good way of shielding herself. One of the disadvantages of being an empath was being subject to the emotions of everyone around. Over time, she had learned to shield herself and focus her receptors, but in the beginning the buffer of the water around her head and the focus on her efforts in the pool had helped filter out the world. Some days she had spent four or more hours in the water. Even her blindness wasn't an issue. She had learned to sense the end of the pool drawing near and had mastered turning. She was more than a match for Aimée. The first length, Aimée led. The second, Abby overtook her and led through half way through the third length when Aimée caught up to her. For the remainder of the race, the two swam exactly parallel to each other. Meanwhile, Jackie had settled into the water with Tony in the third lane and was kissing him feverishly, barely aware of the competition beside them. By the second lap, she was riding him in the water, making waves of her own. Vlad and Anders, with nothing better to do, sat down with their legs in the pool at the end of the lanes where the girls who had brought them there were racing. The two girls touched the wall and looked up to them for the verdict. "Tie," said Vlad. "I concur," agreed Anders. "Damn it!" cried Aimée. "One more. Down and back." "Fine!" said Abby. "Anders, count us off." "On your mark, get set, go!" The girls blurred the water. Pushed on by the added strength and dexterity of the Affliction, they practically rose up out of the water from their speed. At the very last second, Aimée, with her more streamlined body pushed ahead - touching the wall perhaps two hands ahead of Abby. "Close," said Jackie, who had paused her activities to watch the end of the race. "But Aimée beat you, Abby." "Ha!" laughed Aimée in triumph. "Who cares," said Abby. "I'm here for other things." Abby swam up between Vlad's legs. Though his member had lost a bit of interest, the sight of Abby, hair streaming with water and her breasts floating just on the surface was more than enough to bring him back to full attention. "Hello there, Vlad," she said seductively. "Hello Abby," he said in his thickly accented voice. "I like my view." "Oh, so do I," she purred, "especially when seen from your eyes." She stepped up to his stiff rod and kissed it lovingly. The competition continued. Aimée had no choice but to do the same for Anders. Abby borrowed Anders' eyes and saw her 'competition' taking a surprising amount of his cock into her throat for one so new to lovemaking (she hadn't seen the memory of the lessons and tips from Frederique). "Doesn't look like a bad idea," said Jackie. "Hop up there, Tony-boy." Tony did as she suggested and Jackie called over to the two girls. "First to make their boy pop like a champagne bottle is the victor." "Good," said Aimée between strokes. "Mmm hmm," hummed Abby, not wanting to even lose a second to speak in the race she had tacitly already begun. The only sounds heard were the slurp of the girls' mouths on cocks, the moans of the boys as they were brought closer and closer to climax.. Tony really didn't have a chance, since he'd already been making love to Jackie in the water. He soon cried out and Jackie tipped back her head, letting him spray white streams over her face and chest. "I win!" she cried, then dipped a finger into a large gob on her left breast to taste it, "in more ways than one." The other two didn't care. Abby had switched over to long, slow strokes - swallowing hard to squeeze Vlad's cock with her throat when he was at his deepest. She knew the technique would soon reap rewards. However, she heard a different moan from Anders and sensed he was even closer. Damn she thought to herself. I won't lose this one, too. Using a technique she had only employed a few times, she quickly dove through Vlad's mind and found a recent lovemaking session that was fresh in his consciousness. With just a little twist she brought the moment of orgasm straight to the forefront of his mind and senses. Vlad had no choice in the matter and experienced what was in essence a double orgasm. "Yes!" she cried, perhaps a little too enthusiastically, but she was the victor all the same. She allowed the first blast to fly through the air and splash across her chin (as proof) and then gobbled up the rest of Vlad's delicious cum as Anders cried out with his own climax. Though Aimée had lost, she certainly wasn't going to neglect her partner. She held his cock a few inches from her mouth and waited for the first blast. Blast was an understatement - the first stream shot straight to the back of her throat and made her practically gag, not from the taste but from the sheer volume of liquid. What she didn't know was Anders was another renowned stallion of the cadets and his volume certainly rivaled that of Claude. Another blast soon followed - and Aimée found herself once again infected with a hopeless case of the giggles. "Oh! Oh!! Ha ha! How amazing you are!" She kept giggling and then stood taller and pushed Anders cock between her breasts, laughing and loving the feel of his warm eruptions coating her skin. "What's so funny?" asked Anders, a bit self-conscious. "Oh Anders," said Aimée, climbing out of the pool and giving him a big kiss. "Not funny, fun. " "Well, I'm glad you had fun," said Abby, watching Aimée's joy with just a bit of resentment. "Call it the consolation prize for losing." "Losing?" said Aimée. "I won the swimming." "Very well then, we're tied," said Abby. "One more then?" "Yes," said Aimée. "First of us to climax." "Sounds good," said Jackie - who knew she wasn't really part of the inexplicable competition, but was happy to tag along. "But we need rules. No hands, and no tongues down below. You have to reach it with just your partner fucking you and nothing else." "As I said, we're just pawns in this fight - whatever it's about," whispered Anders to Vlad. "God willing they keep hating each other," said Vlad. The girls led the boys to reclining lounge chairs by the pool and sat their partners down. The Afflicted Ch. 07 Aimée had great confidence she could win this one and settled onto Anders' already-recovered cock. "Ooh that feels nice," she purred. "Now if you don't mind, let me do the work - yes?" "You're the boss," murmured Anders. "Clearly." Aimée slid down to take all of Anders into her and then pushed her pelvis against him. Once he was nice and moist, she lifted back off of him and angled her hips to slide her clit against his stiff shaft. "Perfect," she gasped as she found the ideal angle to rub herself against his stiff manhood. "Is this all right for you, too?" "Oh, yes," said Anders. Abby was also moaning in ecstasy as Vlad pummeled her from below. She knew it would not take long - but suddenly she sensed the waves of pleasure coming from Aimée. Damn, she was still going to lose. "That's - chea - ting!" she said between the slams of Vlad's cock into her. "No - hands," gasped Aimée. Her eyes were already starting to roll back into her head. Abby was furious and she riffed through her mind - actually recalling an overwhelming orgasm she had seen in Aimée's mind. "Take that, witch," she thought to herself as she opened the flood gates and cried out in ecstasy. Her fervor tipped over into Vlad as well and he poured himself into her. "Damn!" cried Aimée, angrily, though she was soon to follow. By the time she was finished with her own orgasm and taken care of Anders, Abby had already walked to the kitchen to get something to drink and recover from her exertions. "Too bad," she said when Aimée walked into the kitchen. "I know how much you wanted to win." "I could have cared less about winning some ridiculous competition," said Aimée. "Honestly, I don't even know why we were doing it. However, regardless of the winner at least I didn't cheat." "What?" said Abby, a cold tone creeping into her voice. "You heard me." "What? Do you think I faked it?" "Oh, I know you weren't faking. I'd imagine half of this part of the city suddenly decided to go and find their partners when you had your orgasm - the way you were emitting. No, I mean to say that you used your little mind tricks to push yourself over. It wouldn't surprise me if you did something like that with Claude, too." "Pardon?" said Abby, her face flushing bright red in anger. "Do you mean to actually imply I would use my gift to best you in something as trivial as that?" "I don't mean to imply. I state it outright. You were nowhere near, and suddenly you were full on. I saw the change in you - and I felt it too. I felt the thought come on." "Oh, now you are an empath." "I didn't say that. What I meant to say is that you are a filthy, stinking, slutty, whore of a cheater who has to use her freakish gift to even gain an advantage in a childish game of sex. Who knows what trickery you inflicted on my poor brother." "Aaahhhh!" Abby jumped and was on top of Aimée in a second and the two naked girls were wrestling on the ground. With the levels of emotion running through the dorm, fights were not uncommon - but it was generally the boys who were caught in a tussle. It was Abby who landed the first blow - a hard smack across Aimée's left cheek, leaving a clear handprint. "Oh!" screamed Aimée. She ducked underneath Abby's next blow and landed a hard punch to Abby's chin, knocking her backward. There was an audible gasp of amazement at that - and it would be later before Aimée would learn why. However, the blow did something to Abby. Where she had been enraged, she suddenly grew calm and frightening in a way. "You'll pay for that," she muttered. "Go on and try," growled Aimée. Abby feinted and then let Aimée take another swing - but the redhead suddenly wasn't there and had stepped aside to catch Aimée's forward momentum and throw her into a nearby table. Aimée dashed at her again. This time Abby wasn't fast enough and Aimée brought her to the ground, landing a vicious punch to Abby's nose which began bleeding profusely. Abby reached to Aimée's neck and raked a frightening gash from her neck down to above her right breast. Abby had just pushed Aimée off and was preparing her own assault when a loud and angry voice rang out. "What in the hell is going on?" The students turned to see Brana glowering from the entryway. The crowd parted to reveal the two bloodied girls on the floor. "Really?" she said, sadly. "Two of our brightest prospects and you behave this way? The rest of you, get back to class. Tell them I'll be along shortly with these two." No one moved. "Go!" she ordered. The room was empty in less than a minute. "Sit," said Brana in an authoritative voice that couldn't be ignored. Both of the girls sat, side-by-side on a divan, but refused to look at each other. "Now, which of you would like to explain such outrageous behavior?" "She stole my memories and used them to seduce Claude," started Aimée. "She didn't care at all about how I felt," said Abby. And the two of them were off. Both of them talked at the same time and instead of stopping them, Brana sat calmly and listened to both at the same time. I thought she was my friend/she took off her clothes first/I've never done anything like that, I wonder if she used her mind to trick me into taking Anders to the pool/I had no intention of falling in love with Claude/I was only trying to have some fun. Finally, Aimée clapped a hand over Abby's mouth so she could get a word in by herself. "She knows exactly how I feel about Claude; she's in the same predicament. So how could she do such a thing?" Abby pushed Aimée's hand away and clapped a hand over Aimée's mouth. "That's what I've been trying to tell her," Abby said, beginning to weep. "I am in the same predicament and I know exactly how she feels. I don't' know if things will go anywhere with Claude - but the feelings happened all the same. How would she feel if she suddenly had feelings for someone else? It's destroying me Brana. It is absolutely destroying me." Brana sat quietly for a little while, absorbing everything she'd just heard. "Well," she began, "in terms of the spontaneous contest with the boys - I don't have much to say, other than if you like - I can show you some tricks that can bring a man to his destination faster than you can possibly imagine. However, with the situation between the two of you and your brothers - I want to tell you a story of my own." "When I was your age, I was in one of the first classes at the American Academy at Camp George. There were twelve of us including my sister and the love of my life, Blaine. Blaine and I knew before we even finished our education that we would petition to be bloodmates. I have never been in love like that before. "Fate had a different plan for us. You see, we submitted our blood samples and there seemed something a bit odd. Galen himself did the approvals those days, and I'll tell you - no one has ever been as intuitive as Galen in regard to matches. Oh, he had his science as well - but when you have someone who can see into every cell in your body- and who has seen centuries of Afflicted history - you tend to put your faith in them. "So, after examining our blood, he put a hold on the approval. He spent a great deal of time and asked for a day or two to consider all of the variables. "The next day, he called me into a private conference. He explained that the factor he'd been concerned about had proven to be true. He had discovered that we had a rare combination of blood types and it would be devastating if we took each other as mates. In truth, the words he used were far over my head - but in the end it meant if we were to merge we would become a danger to ourselves and others. "Put yourselves in my shoes. Imagine being told by someone that the love of your life, the first love of your life, was now forbidden - all because of some science that only the Afflicted's finest mind can comprehend. "We are in your shoes," said Abby, reaching out unconsciously to take Aimée's hand. "True," said Brana, "but you knew from the start that your brothers were off limits. There was always a small part of your hearts - even if it is tiny, that kept you from committing everything. Me, I had already surrendered everything. Body, soul, mind, heart - they already belonged to Blaine. Oh, I tried to be stoic, play the poor sobbing victim of lost love - but there was something growing in me - something dangerous." "Then came the day when I heard the news. Blaine had petitioned for another mate - and his request had been accepted. The mate was my sister. My best friend in the world, and even more - a person from the same parents. I couldn't comprehend how this could happen. We had the same blood, we came from the same family. Why shouldn't she be off limits as well? But no, Galen declared them a perfect match. Perfect. You might not know this, but my gift is that I'm a lifter. Give me a spoon or an elephant, it makes no difference to me - I can put it where you want." "What happened?" asked the girls, both of them enrapt. "What happened is; I threw the most terrifying tantrum you can possibly imagine. I started with the furniture in my room and that wasn't enough, so I moved on to the doors. Soon I was outside and had toppled two buildings in my rage. "In the end, it took three fliers and two deplaceurs to subdue me. I awoke the next morning... and I was sane again. Even more, I had a longing inside of me; a longing for someone else. Who it was, I wasn't sure - but I knew the moment Roger walked in the door that he was my mate." "They didn't!" said Abby, aghast. "Oh yes, they did," said Brana, quite seriously. "Did what?" asked Aimée, uncertain of what they meant. "They subjected Brana to a forced union," said Abby. "When she was unconscious, they performed the blood rite with a mate they had selected for her." "Exactly so," said Brana, "and in so doing - they most likely saved my life. I was so in love with Roger, right away. You see, once your blood has joined, there isn't much choice. " "But it's monstrous," insisted Abby. "No," countered Brana, "it is science. I need you two to listen very closely to. The Council has a great duty laid upon them. The Affliction is dangerous in every one of us. We are gifted with stunning powers and abilities. We heal rapidly, we live for centuries - and the only thing we give up in return is the sun. However, the very thing that gives us these gifts is also the thing that makes us most dangerous. The Affliction has no intelligence. It wants love, it wants sex, and it wants blood - in that order. We live a highly structured life and choose our members carefully to be sure that our symbiote does not get the best of us." Now, she took the girls' hands in her own. "The two of you, are showing frightening signs of allowing such a thing to happen. Your little exhibition this afternoon was not an instance of two flighty young women being silly. It was two intelligent, powerful women of the Afflicted who let their minds be controlled by an organism swimming in their bloodstream. The day that you let your base instincts win over your behavior is the day that you may be forced to mate with someone against your will, if you are lucky. If you exhibit uncontrolled behavior to a great extent, you may just seal your doom." "I will say one final thing - once I was mated with Roger and I was back in control of my faculties, I was visited by my sister and Blaine. Upon seeing this beautiful, happy couple I had a sudden revelation. I loved Blaine, I still do. But looking back - if I would have been generous...if I would have been human and not Afflicted - I would have allowed reason to prevail. With reason, the first person I would have chosen for Blaine was my very best friend in the world - who happened to also be my sister." "I'm asking the two of you to consider the same. Who knows if this connection Abby felt with Claude is lasting or a momentary crush. However, as you move forward over the next few months - do not look at your friends as rivals for the brothers you have come to love. View them as potential mates for your brothers. Who would you rather your brother take to mate, a perfect stranger, or your dearest friend in the world?" The two girls looked to each other shamefaced and hugged in a fierce embrace. "I'm sorry," said Abby. "Don't be," said Aimée. "It was me who was being stupid and selfish. " "Well... perhaps at first," said Abby, kindly. "But later it was me who was the child. "Good, you are made up," said Brana. "And we actually have a chance to get you to the Academy without being too late. Aimée, do you remember what the Battery station looks like?" "Of course." "Perfect, get some clothes on and we'll deplace there with your help. It's so good to have a jumper in our midst." * * * * They were there in short order, and Brana bade them a fond, but stern farewell. As they were walking into the Academy, Abby leaned in to whisper to Aimée. "I have a confession to make." "What's that, Abby?" "I did cheat." "You did?" said Aimée, amazed. "You actually triggered your own orgasm?" "Yes," said Abby. "I helped bring Vlad's along, too." "So you're saying you can bring on an orgasm at any time? In yourself or in others?" "Yes," said Abby. "It was a shameful way to win, using my gift like that." "Who cares about the stupid game," said Aimée. "I'm just excited to explore the possibilities." * * * * Votes and comments are always appreciated. Also, please do add the story or me to your favorites list if you are so inclined. Also, do check out my other stories here on Literotica. Thanks, as always, for reading.