7 comments/ 147570 views/ 23 favorites The Loser Ch. 01 By: Lucifer_Carroll Jack Merrick had been born a true loser. As a child he had a propensity for injury in the safest areas and could never keep a friend longer than a month. As he grew up, his problems grew worse. He acquired a small stutter and a type of lankiness that lends itself to clumsiness. Furthermore, he attracted bullies like magnets attract iron and thus even his average looks became quickly hid by cuts and bruises. His unwillingness and inability to fight back seemed to only increase the poundings. As a student he had only slightly better luck. He was bright, brighter even than most of his teachers, but he always seemed to suffer from bizarre twists of fate. His tests would constantly be lost by his stricter teachers and he was one of the few students in the world that had to take special precautions NOT to have his homework eaten by dogs. With the girls, Jack had not even tried. He knew deep in his heart that no matter how romantic or perfect he was, something would backfire to make it a traumatic event and Jack already had more than his share of those. So while the rest of his high school had their mating rituals and triumphs, Jack kept his head down and stayed out of their way. And so the fates toyed with Jack’s life for 18 years as Jack sunk deeper into himself. Then all of a sudden, Jack’s luck finally showed up. It was on his 18th birthday. No one had congratulated him, no one had even remembered, but Jack had grown used to this. Jack in fact had grown too used to it as he climbed to the top of his high school’s gym. It had been after school when most everybody had already gone home. He hadn’t meant to jump; in fact he had become far too jaded in his life to even consider suicide. He had in all honesty come up to enjoy the view of the horizon and the feel of the wind on his face. However, with his luck being as one-sided as it was, he should have known better than to push it. Why there had been a coil of wire on the roof, Jack never knew, but he had still tripped on it that fateful day. The plunge had been short and sudden and his life didn’t even bother flashing before his eyes. When he hit the ground face first the world went dark and that was it. He woke up an hour later. He had failed even to die. Clutching his head, he swore with words that he had not even known that he knew. Yet through the pain he felt…different. Jack didn’t know what it was, relief at surviving the fall, perhaps, or maybe a brief feeling of immortality? He looked at his hands and they seemed more real as if they hadn’t been real before. Jack hadn’t realized it then, but what he had just experienced was a karmic snap. This is when someone who has had nothing but the worst karma for a long time suddenly gets the other extreme in one big blow. What this meant, Jack was about to slowly discover. Jack first noticed his change of fortune when he examined himself after the fall. Though he ached all over and had a migraine that would kill a bull, he had no serious injuries. He had survived the fall relatively unscathed and unmarked. Breathing a sigh of relief, he had walked home alone and listened to the robins in the trees. Had he been less shocked by his brush with death, he may have noticed that he knew exactly what they were singing about. The next day, his headache had dulled to a mild roar. It was as if his brain was slowly throbbing to some strange frequency and pitch. It was uncomfortable, but not enough for him to try and weasel out a sick day. So he popped an aspirin and headed off to school where he began his first lesson in his new luck. It was in his first class of the day, calculus. The teacher was droning about some mathematical concept that Jack highly suspected he would never so much as glimpse at in his later life and so he let his attention wander. His eyes began scanning the classroom and he briefly caught the eyes of Christi Baker gazing absent-mindedly at the window behind him. Christi Baker was a cheerleader, and as such had developed a very shallow and bitchy attitude toward most of the school. She had the type of blonde-hair that actually affected I.Q. and it fell just past her shoulders in just the way to truly drape. Down lower, as Jack had often noticed, she wore a tight miniskirt with long toned legs that were kept so silky smooth that they actually gleamed. Up above she wore a tank top that not only accentuated, but also mostly revealed her large d-cup breasts. Jack had the traditional adolescent fantasies about her and had derived much voyeuristic pleasure from watching her fidget and shift her weight. He knew deep inside that such a woman was so far out of his reach that it wasn’t funny, but it made him feel good to dream. He had gotten lost in his thoughts and thus didn’t notice that she had noticed him. “Ugh, that loser is staring at me,” he heard her say. He looked around embarrassedly to see if anyone was going to turn and laugh at his brief voyeurism. No one seemed to hear it though. “I lucked out,” he thought guiltily as he took another glance at Christi. She was staring out the window again in her usual daze. “I wonder if I have time for a pedicure before cheer practice today,” he heard her muse. Except this time, watching her, he realized that she hadn’t said anything. “Telepathy,” he thought cynically. “No way. No possible way. I can’t be hearing her thoughts, it’s not possible.” All of this he thought and knew deep down in his soul. He knew that in reality one could not see into people’s minds, that such powers were myths and fantasies. However, since Jack had spent most of his life trying to forget reality this knowledge was only so much water under the bridge. Nervously glancing around the room he tried to see into the minds of those in the room. Most were daydreaming or thinking about trivial matters. A couple thoughts had surprised him though. Sayoko, a shy Asian girl who dressed ultra-conservative with a cross every day, had been recollecting the hot night she had had with her boyfriend the night before when Jack had tuned in on her. He lingered a bit, but left before his arousal from his psychic voyeurism became “noticeable.” Eventually though, he returned to his original subject, Christi, and delved deeper into her mind. He could nearly see the realms of her mind as he explored. He knew where the memories were and accessed one out of random. It had been of a blowjob she had given to her boyfriend, Curtis Miller, the school’s all-star quarterback and all-around asshole, underneath the stadium’s bleachers. Jack remembered with pain all the black eyes that Curtis had given him over the years and an evil thought crossed his mind. He tried to shake the thought from his mind, but another memory caught his attention. It was one of him being thrown by Curtis down the stadium’s steps. Except this time, he was seeing it from Christi’s eyes and feeling her joy as she laughed at the sight of Jack bouncing down like a human ball. The evil thought caught hold. Jack decided to try an experiment. He continued his tour of Christi’s brain, noticing for the first time how much empty space there was in a human brain. Jokes about airheads danced in his head as he found what he was looking for. He smiled as he glanced at the nerves and hormones that ran the animal brain and reflexes. His smile began to pulsate with megalomania when he found the cerebral cortex. Cracking his metaphorical knuckles, he went to work. He had so far only accessed the brain, he had not yet begun to affect changes, drive thoughts and actions, but he could see how it could work. It made sense in ways that much of life hadn’t. It made sense perhaps because he had been forced to spend so many lonely years exploring the workings of his own mind. He created a feeling of itchiness in Christi’s left ear and watched as she absent-mindedly began to scratch. That she hadn’t turned around first was a good sign and he decided to move on to greater control. He tugged on her libido and made her feel instantly horny and wet. He also made her body report that her chest was getting too hot. He watched with wry interest as Christi began to loll in her seat and started fidgeting very fast. Her ass was gyrating in her chair as her pussy began to send pleasurable information to her brain. Meanwhile up above, her hands were busy trying to get more air under her tight top without exposing her breasts. Getting excited by the sight, he began to send repeated nerve pulses to her clitoris, stimulating her rhythmically in a type of remote masturbation. Christi was biting her lip as she tried to disguise her arousal at this action with all the willpower she did not have, Sweat began to make her top slightly transparent and Jack got a glimpse of her braless nipples poking through the fabric. Jack weighed the idea of embarrassing her in front of the class by taking her to completion when the evil part of his mind voiced itself again. “You could have a good time you know,” Evil Jack said in his head. “But it would be wrong,” Jack thought as he continued his remote stroking of Christi’s clit. “And this is,” asked Evil Jack in an admonishing voice. Jack broke down. “True,” he sighed and allowed Evil Jack to make his plans. “I say you make her recreate that memory.” “I’m not pushing her down a flight of stairs.” “Not that one you stupid moron,” Evil Jack admonished, “I’m talking about the hummer.” Jack thought about it for a moment. The whole erotic exchange had turned him on immensely and the thought of getting a bit of revenge on Curtis and Christi tempted him greatly…He stopped stroking Christi’s clitoris and began to hone his power into an overall control of conscious thought and emotion. Christi whinnied pathetically as her pleasure was stopped just when she was getting so close to orgasm. Jack told her to go to the stadium. It was not a real order, merely a series of emotions and thought processes that told her that she really wanted to get out of the class and head to the stadium right now, but it worked just the same. The best part was that because it was Christi’s idea, it didn’t spark any resistance or rebellion in the rest of the brain. Christi walked out of the classroom without a word without many noticing. A geeky kid sitting next to her who had her soft moans giggled a little, but overall no one cared. Jack waited a minute and then discreetly exited the class himself. No one noticed him leave. He found Christi on the steps of the stadium, enjoying the feel of a cool breeze. “Hello,” he said as he stepped silently beside her. “Nice weather we’re having, isn’t it?” She looked at him in fear and disgust. “Ewww, what are you doing here freak?” Jack’s eyes flared a second. He would get her back for that comment soon. He decided to test a theory and asked, “Wanted to get some fresh air. Why’d you come out?” “I wanted to,” she replied testily, not even considering the reasons for her exit. “Now go away, f-“ She stopped in mid-sentence as Jack told her mind that she didn’t dislike him and in fact enjoyed his company. He watched the bitchy fire leave her eyes as years of high school prejudice were rewritten in a blink of the eye. “I’m sorry, Jack,” she apologized sincerely, “I don’t know what came over me.” Jack suppressed a snicker and put an arm around her shoulder. “It’s ok, you’ve probably just been having a bad day. It must be stressful being a cheerleader,” he said playing the role of a good friend. A role that he had never had a hope in hell of holding in his life. He told her body to become horny again and told her mind to attribute the sudden feeling to him. At the same time, he pulled Christi close in a comforting gesture. He felt her shudder under the combined effect and swore that he also heard her moan underneath her breath. “Oh, if it had only been this easy before,” he internally despaired. “Are you okay,” he asked her as he sent a small jolt to her clitoris. “You’re shaking and jumping all over the place.” “I…” she began as Jack pulled the memory of the bleacher blowjob to the forefront of her memory and began to superimpose his form in the place of Curtis. He saw the flash of lust in Christi’s eyes as she began to turn the memory into an idea. “Like shooting fish in a barrel,” said Evil Jack from behind Jack’s eyes. Jack began to resume the stream of nerve signals to her clitoris as she trembled in her arms. He also resumed the warning of heat signal from her chest and intensified it to an unbearable level. “Fuck this,” she cried as she removed her top in one fell swoop, throwing the soggy tube top down the stairs. Her breasts bounced out straining and free into the wind. They were the most perfect melons that Jack had seen in his life. True, they were the first ones that he’d seen in person for quite some time, but they were marvelous anyway. They had the youthful perk, and only had the faint droop of gravity. Sticking out of them like pins were two very erect nipples. Jack wanted to suck one of them instantly, but kept his head. Jack faked surprise at this development and was about to say the clichéd lines that he had seen in his dad’s special videos, when she turned to him and silenced him. “C’mon under the bleachers, Jack.” Surprised by the forwardness and familiarity he had breed in her, he didn’t say a word as she dragged him underneath the bleachers to the spot he had seen in her memory. “Christi,” he had begun in genuine surprise when he had arrived. “Shhh, Jack. It’s ok, I can tell you want me and well…” she flashed him a sly grin. Jack wondered what she was talking about at first and then looked down. There was a straining tent in the front of his shorts and he involuntarily blushed. “I can take care of that for you if you want,” she whispered into his ears as she began to rub Jack’s crotch through the shorts. Jack realized that he had lost control of the situation, but really didn’t care. He took a quick glance at her ass and saw her hips gyrating in time to the strokes. Obviously his remote masturbation had been an aid in speeding up the whole game. He gave in and grabbed one of her giant melons in his hand, rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger and briefly intensified the pulse to her clit. She moaned in pleasure to the experience and Jack continued his exploration. He tweaked her breasts, rubbed them and once or twice, gave them a twist all the while varying the intensity on the pulse to her clit. While she was able to remain silent in class, she began to moan lowly under the bleachers. He felt her hand on his head, pushing him to eye-level with the beauties. He watched them for a second and then hungrily began to suck on a nipple while tweaking the other breast. He understood the fundamentals of the exercise and went to work like a hungry dog. His tongue flashed around the nipple, circling the areole and constantly brushing the tip. He began to add small pulses to the nerve centers around the breasts so that they truly buzzed with electricity. She began to moan louder now and her head was practically hitting him to go lower. He went along and pushed her miniskirt up her waist. He was granted with a beautiful sight of her unshaven pussy. “No panties, naughty,” he’d admonished playfully as he drank in his first look at a real woman’s pussy. He could feel her blushing as he said this and hungrily he began to sample her nether realms. He ran his lips gingerly over and around her labia, all the while increasing the intensity of the pulses to her clit. Christi, mad with lust, began to knead her breasts in her hand and shakily begged him to do it. Jack was tempted to make her explain what “it” meant, but his desire to sample a cheerleader’s sweet nectar overrode the idea of this as a game. He dived in, sucking greedily at her clit and thrusting his tongue through her folds into the depths of her pussy. By accident, he began tonguing her g-spot and Christi nearly collapsed on top of him. Giggling inside, he continued his assault on her pussy, his eagerness and powers making up for his lack of experience. “Ooooh, I’m so close,” she moaned after little more than a minute or two and taking the words to heart, Jack proceeded to relentlessly tongue her g-spot. As he did this he raised the intensity and frequency of his mental attack on her clit as well as cause her breasts to buzz like giant vibrators. She came in an explosion, screaming out under the stands like a banshee. Jack greedily lapped at the juices that began flowing into his mouth, relishing in the strange and sweet taste. She relaxed in a sigh as Jack licked his lips clean. It had been his first taste of a woman’s sex, but he knew definitely that it would not be his last. He stood up, ceasing the mental teasing of her clit and breasts. Her face was flushed with the euphoria of orgasm. “That was good,” she said softly as she came back to reality. “And now to return the favor.” Jack felt a hand pull down his shorts and Christi quickly sunk to her knees. She stroked his cock a couple of times through the material of his underpants and then proceeded to bring them down to join the shorts. Jack’s cock stood at full attention in front of her. It wasn’t an impressive cock. It was an average six inches, and was no thicker than average. However, Jack had never felt self-conscious about its normalcy and with a head cheerleader inches from it, he wasn’t going to start now. She held it briefly and stroked it in her hand in a sort of languid relaxed motion. It felt better than his and he looked down into her face. He almost ejaculated there as he saw her looking right up at him with those hungry and wry eyes. He controlled himself and willed himself to hold on long enough to enjoy the real experience. After a few strokes, she began to run her tongue along the shaft, teasing it and all the while glancing up at Jack. The effect was glorious to Jack and he had abandoned any attempt to stimulate nerves in order to focus on resisting the urge to spend his seed over her face. This act became more difficult as she began to slide him into her mouth, taking him deep. He felt her tonguing around him as she traveled to the hilt. When she reached it, she paused letting him feel the wetness and Jack nearly came. Then she began to work her way back down the shaft, circling her tongue around the base as well as she could. When she reached the tip, she circled the tip once with her tongue and began the process again, only faster. He held out about 8 more cycles before his resistance gave out. He thrust briefly out of her mouth, letting some cum hit her upper lip before she could swallow him up again. He let out a couple more spurts and she dutifully swallowed them with an apparent expertise. After he was spent and she had sucked out all she could, she released his half-hard cock out with a plop. She stood up as he regained his composure and wiped off the bit that had missed her mouth. “Thank you, Jack. I needed that,” she said. “I’ve been horny all morning for some reason. I’ll trust that you won’t tell Curtis about this. He gets so jealous about things.” “Curtis,” he thought bitterly. Deep in his mind the Evil Jack grinned like a jackal. “Don’t worry,” he said to her consolingly as he pulled up his shorts, “but are you sure Curtis is the right one for you?” With this he told her mind to bring all her bad memories of Curtis to be foreground of her thoughts. There was a surprising volume of them, Jack noticed as the flowed into her conscious. She stopped moving and began to tremble with sadness. Jack felt a small tinge of guilt, but knew that Curtis had only himself to blame for what was about to happen. “I know,” was all she said, “but he’s popular and I’m expected to go with him.” “What else am I supposed to do,” she cried before collapsing to tears on Jack’s chest. The Loser Ch. 01 “Now, Christi, you know I could-“ he began. Making her his girlfriend would only be too easy now. It’d be a glorious bit of vengeance on Curtis and would make him the big man of the school. However, looking at the trembling 18-year-old on his chest, his conscience stepped in. She didn’t need to be another sex toy. She needed to be treated well in a relationship for once. His evil side cursed his decision, but he decided to remain just her friend. He entered her mind and planted the strength to leave Curtis as well as creating an interest in a computer geek named Michael that he knew to be an honorable type of guy. “Tell you what,” he said after it was done. “I know a good man. He’s a bit geeky, but he’s a good guy. I’ll also be here as a friend, give you strength if you need it.” She looked into his eyes utterly grateful and he felt sappy. “I’m such a sappy romantic,” he thought as Christi thanked him profusely. He knew he could’ve gotten more out of her, but as his first sexual experience, he felt he owed her something. Besides, there was a huge world out there and his days as a loser had finally ended. To be continued… The Loser Ch. 02 Jack Merrick was feeling good. Yesterday, he had discovered he had the ability to see into and manipulate the minds of those around him. He had used this ability to get himself both a friend and a blowjob and he was just getting started. He got to school early and talked with the janitor. The janitor was only too pleased to give him a copy of the school’s keys for an indefinite period of time. Jack made sure he wiped the memory of him doing so afterwards. He may have now been karmicly gifted, but he had never been stupid. With the keys to both the school and the mind both under his control, he walked the halls of the school pleased for the first time to do so. “Hey, freak!” Jack hated that sound. It was the sound that preceded every single beating he had received in high school. It belonged to the quarterback, Curtis Miller. Curtis was an asshole and, the evil part of his mind flashed a grin, would be punished for it. “How dare you tell Christi to dump me,” he screamed at Jack as he marched down the hall. The freshmen in his way had to dive out of his path or risk the attention of his wrath. Jack was glad to have made such an impression on him. “I did nothing of the sort. I merely told her that she needn’t stay in an abusive relationship just because it is expected of her,” Jack said while slipping into Curtis’s mind. It was remarkably simple. Deep in Jack’s mind, Evil Jack smiled as he got to work. “WHY YOU,” Curtis shouted as he swung his arm forward. And then proceeded to fall flat on his face, his legs having suddenly spasmed backward. “Oh my, that must of hurt, Curty,” Jack said condescending. Knowing this would trigger an outburst of anger, Jack replaced the obscenities on the tip of his tongue with something more interesting to the audience. “I want to have sex with John. He makes me so hot. His hard cock is all I think of” Curtis yelled. “The linebacker? C’mon Curtis. Best to keep that private. You know he hates gays. In fact, come to think of it,” Jack said with relish, “So does the coach. And most of the team. I wouldn’t want to be the one to have yelled something like that out.” Curtis was now confused, emasculated and humiliated. Jack finished off the coup by playing a stream of homoerotic images in front of his face. The look on Curtis’s face told the story. Jack had won his revenge and more. Leaving behind the broken quarterback, Jack went on to enjoy the rest of his day. He would have to, if it hadn’t been for his English teacher, Ms. Thompson. She had yet again lost an essay of his and refused to accept another copy. Jack had had enough of this. Delving into her mind, his suspicions about her and the assignment were proved. She was a man-hater, who often punished the males in her class. She, being of young age and fine body, hated how they stared at her. Jack was confused, as he had kept his lust for her both clandestine and quiet. Another memory solved the mystery. Her last sexual act was a regretful one-night stand with a biker named Jack after a few beers. He had taken her virgin ass and she had developed a hate for all men named Jack because of it. Jack, having been at the risk of failing English all year because of this, was not pleased. He spent the rest of the class watching his prey and planning how he would punish her for this slip of professionalism. And watch her he did. Ms. Thompson was very sexy for a teacher. She was only in her early 30s (Jack was unable to find her exact age even in her mind). Still, she looked good for her age. She was slim and tall and though she wore strict business-like suits to school, Jack could see the curve of her c-cup breasts underneath. However, from what he could see, her legs and ass were her best features. Long and shaved silky smooth, they extended forever and Jack suspected that they ended in a perfectly tight ass. Jack grew hard in anticipation. Eventually the class ended and Jack waited until everyone had left. Ms. Thompson, never left the blinds up on the windows, so all he had to do was lock the door. He did so silently and walked up to talk with her and offer her one chance for salvation. “I’m afraid that what you’re asking is preposterous. I’m not accepting any more of your late work, Jack and I’m thinking of telling the principal of your poor record,” she said in mild disinterest. Damnation it is, thought Evil Jack. He made it so her torso seemed unbearably warm. She began to fidget and sweat, but she wasn’t about to do something with her student sitting no more than a couple of feet from her. He watched her squirm, pulling off her jacket, leaving only her white dress shirt underneath. With the sweat soaking it, he could see her bra underneath. Plain white, oh well, it was only to be expected. He increased the intensity of the heat so that it was painful. To her credit, Ms. Thompson bit her lip and tried to fight it, determined not to flash her student. Evil Jack was impressed with her fortitude, but it needed to be broken. Jack was planning on skipping his last class of the day to enjoy his English teacher, not watch her sweat. Supposing she might need a hand, he made the first move. “God, it’s hot today,” Jack said removing his shirt. “Put your shirt back on this minute, young man,” yelled Ms. Thompson. Jack had enough of her authoritative attitude. It was time to start knocking her down a few pegs. He turned off her volume control so she could only speak in loud whispers and increased the heat on her torso to unbearable levels. Finally, she tore off the shirt, not bothering with the buttons and much to his surprise, tore the bra of with it. She had beautiful 35Cs and though she was neither a virgin nor a teen, they hardly drooped at all. Jack whistled in approval and turned off the feeling of heat. “Enough of that young ma-oh,” she began before her breasts began to tingle. He even triggered the nipples to stiffen and began to gently pulse them to stimulate. The staggered moans and glimpses of lust told him it was working. He also told her mind to move her hands to the side and not move. He wanted to enjoy the view. He stood there for a minute or so, watching his teacher standing before him clad only in skirt while her breasts jumped and twitched at his remote manipulation. “You seem to be sexually aroused Ms. Thompson. I could take care of that, if you want.” “Don’t do me any favors, y-ooooh,” she began before a sharp series of pulses to her clit made further speech impossible. “I think you’re lying, Ms. Thompson,” Jack allowing the Evil Jack his moment in the sun. He proceeded to step up to his teacher and began to massage her nipples with his tongue. “I think you want me to take you right here. Now let’s see the rest of you.” With this Jack began to slide her skirt down, he could sense her trying to move her hands to stop him but she couldn’t. “Kitty cats, how cute,” Jack remarked as he revealed the single adornment on her undergarments, a couple of cats on otherwise plain white panties. “You only buy panties for yourself now don’t you? And you model them for yourself in front of your mirror when you go home.” Ms. Thompson jerked in fright to this. “How did you know? Why can’t I move my arms? What’s going on?” She had more to say, but Jack had tired of hearing her voice. “Shhh,” he said while disconnecting her mouth from her conscious brain. She would not be able to speak, though she would moan later. “If I need to hear you, I’ll just read your thoughts.” He smiled at the mental squeal this produced. He proceeded to pull her panties down her leg as he spoke. “You really shouldn’t have punished me because a biker with my name hurt you so long ago, but I think you’re ready to repent. What do you say? Oh and don’t lie, I’ll know.” He could read hundreds of curses fluttering in her mind and she was beginning to cry, but she still nodded in affirmation. “Good, now, I want you to bend over to your computer and fix my grade to where it would have been if you had been an objective grader.” The action he told her to complete would force her to bend completely over and present him with a perfect view of her ass and pussy. He could feel her struggle with her options and attempted to move her legs, but he had frozen them as he had spoke. He gave her back control of her hands as she bent over to work the computer. “Good, Barbara,” he said, picking her first name from her memory, “Now, I’m going to administer the first part of your punishment. I will spank you for each grade you have to change. Don’t try to minimize your punishments by glossing over assignments or ill be forced to spank you harder and more times per grade change.” Crying a little, she opened her grade sheet and started. There were about 20 assignments and Jack knew that she’d have to fix all of them. Evil Jack grinned. She retyped the grade on the first one and his palm came down redding her pert right cheek. She jerked in response, but not enough. He’d have to intensify on the second. His second strike came down with a loud slap and Ms. Thompson jerked in response, typing some gibberish to the end of his grade. “Careful now,” he admonished. “You don’t want to have to repeat a grade because of careless typing.” The Evil Jack within was reveling in the power this situation was affording him. The next twenty blows came down heavily as she fixed the grades one by one. At the end, he had an ‘A’ in the class and her ass was beet red and most likely uncomfortably sore. “Really, I should make you fix all the other boy’s grades,” Jack mused aloud, noting how her head jerked in fright to the thought. “Eh, they’re all punks. Let them argue for their own grades. Meanwhile, I think you need to be soothed.” He ran his tongue along her sore ass for which he received a small moan and then proceeded to move down and circle the labia, just missing the clitoris with each pass. In her mind, he could hear her wanting him to stop teasing her. He continued for another 30 seconds just to make his point and then began to softly suck her clitoris while intensifying the buzz on her breasts and beginning to send regular pulses to her clit. That was enough to send her off and she came hard for the first time in years, soaking his nose and face with her juices. He lapped the excess and took a peek between her legs, she had been using her hand’s new freedom to massage her breasts. He was already hard, but the vision pushed him over the edge. He stood up and removed his pants. Without a word, he plunged his painfully hard dick deep into her soaking pussy, burying it to the hilt. She gasped at the sudden intruder, but gave into the feeling and her lust. She began to move her hips back to meet each thrust as she manhandled her own breasts. That this was his first time he had sex with a woman, didn’t even register with Jack. He was completely possessed by the action and the pounding of her pussy. He did not slow down his strokes and instead pounded her as hard as he could with each stroke. She cried out in lust to the pounding, loving each stroke and hating herself for doing so. He gripped onto her ass tight as he continued to pound, cupping the cheeks like perfect handholds. He was beginning to thrust her back onto each thrust as much as he was thrusting into her and Ms. Thompson began to abandon herself to the action, crying out in lust and twisting her buzzing nipples as her breasts swung around her hands. He was beginning to approach an orgasm, but did not want to deal with the messes that coming inside a woman could bring, at least coming inside the pussy. He stared at her ass for a second and came to a conclusion. He pulled out in one stroke and Ms. Thompson whined in unfulfilled lust. Her hips tried to push back onto his cock, but he held her back with his hand as he pushed the other into her sopping cunt. He massaged two fingers deep into her pussy, massaging the walls as he went and feeling her contract around it as she had in the frenzy of wild thrusts. Once coated, he pulled them out and inserted one soaked finger into her ass. She tensed at the foreign intrusion and her whole body tensed in fear of bad memories. Evil Jack scowled at this development and slowly re-entered her pussy to calm her. He slowly thrust in as her ass began to loosen to his massaging finger and soon he was able to add a second as he coated her rectum with her own sexual juices. Once it was satisfactorily lubed, he pulled out of her cunt as fast as he could and replaced his fingers with his cock in her ass. He got in about halfway before she realized what was going on. She desperately tried to tighten, to close off against the invader, but it only massaged his cock and he enjoyed the tightness of this new and near-virgin hole. Cautiously, he moved within and Ms. Thompson began to feel excitement at the intrusion. Increasing the pulses to both her breasts and clit, he increased the intensity of the erogenous zones of the ass linking the feeling (permanently afterwards) to her cunt. With this she began to moan as the thrusts were amplified and made her cunt tingle with excitement. She moaned, unable to control the orgasm that was approaching and after a few thrusts, Jack found himself in the same position. They came together as he shot again and again in her ass, filling her up deep inside. The action caused her orgasm to be followed by another and with a grin, Jack sent her a heavy pulse on all her erogenous zones at once to push her over the edge for a third in a row. Utterly spent she collapsed on her keyboard and he proceeded to pull out with a plop. Standing high he mused on his teacher, symbol of authority, as she looked now. Her hair was a mess and she was covered in sweat. She was drooling on her keyboard and her twitching red ass and widened rectum were slowly squeezing cum down her pussy and onto the carpet. Her eyes were glazed over and her hands still cupped her breasts, which she had reddened with her abuse. Evil Jack smiled at how utterly he had conquered the woman before him. You shall not forget that this happened, but you will find yourself unable and unwilling to tell anyone what happened, he ordered her mind. In fact, soon after you will believe that it had all been a dream and that I’m just a normal student who has never done anything unusual. You will refrain, however, from treating me poorly ever again or punishing my grades in fact you will wish to be lenient with each grade you give me from now on. You will also stop punishing the other boys for being men, and if ever one should ask you to have sex with him, you will agree, but only take it in the ass. You will also love anal sex and crave to have it at least once a day. Now sleep and do not get dressed until you are awake. With that, he got dressed and exited, humming happily to him self. He unlocked the door and left the class, leaving it unlocked at Evil Jack’s request. As he left, the final school bell rang, and he started to leave, fulfilled at having completed another good day at school. That this was untrue, is a tale for another time. To be continued… The Loser Ch. 03 Jack Merrick used to be a loser. He used to have a life that actively hurt him, that brought him no joy, and a lot of pain. This is why when he was no longer a loser, the power he gained began to corrupt him. The evil voice in the back of his mind began to assert itself and in the punishment of both his old tormentor and his unprofessional teacher, it had dominated his actions. Deep in his thoughts, Jack knew that this evil voice would assert itself more and more and he didn’t know if he could resist it. After losing his virginity, spending his seed deep in his teacher’s ass, Jack felt raw power course through his veins. He was a king now, possibly even a god. “Have you accepted God’s love?” Jack stopped in mid-stride. He had been relishing in the afterglow of his ill-gotten sexual escapade when the bible-pusher shoved the leaflet under his nose. Though Jack had nothing against Christians in general, he disliked the aggressive ones who camped outside his high school to ambush the little atheists as they tried to get home. More to the point, Evil Jack really disliked them. Looking up, he scanned the particular bible-pusher. She was young, no older than 20, probably some college student the church sent during her break. She was dressed in her Sunday dress. He could only guess that she might be pretty underneath. Her face was cute enough and she had long brown hair done in a ponytail. He delved into her mind. She was really 25, married, and had only had sex one time with her husband on their wedding night, missionary position. She did not love him, but the marriage had pleased her mother and supposedly God. Her ponytail and face often made her seem younger than she really was and Jack had been staring too long. He was nearly finished with his reading when he spotted something in the deep subconscious. Noticing it, he smiled and hatched an idea in the darker side of his mind. He erased the growing uneasiness and replaced it with a knowledge that Jack knew amazing things about divinity and that she really wanted to follow him to learn more. Giddy as a schoolgirl, the bible-pusher, whose name was Janet, followed Jack as he traveled towards the buses. Her happy and innocent tailing pulled on Jack’s heartstrings slightly, but his recent power surge and megalomania blocked him from doing anything about it. Besides, he thought, what he was going to do would be beneficial in the end. Arriving at the buses, Evil Jack spotted the second mark of his plan, Gloria Moran. Gloria Moran was to the girls what Curtis Miller had been to the boys. She was the popular president of the student government and had arrived at that position by torturing those girls who didn’t dress up to her standards or whose personalities were too out-of-synch with hers. She was essentially a bitch’s bitch and she would pay for it. Evil Jack grinned as he approached her, Janet trailing behind like the lost innocent she was. Gloria was also that type of beautiful that made one both lust and hate. She had big blonde hair that fell like a wig over a blemish-less face that was always fixed in a sneer of arrogance. As for her dress, its pink hues both blinded and insulted the senses. It was shaped to give the impression that its wearer was modest, but hugged tight enough to advertise her curves, which to her credit, she had. “Hello Gloria,” he said as he approached her clique. “We were discussing Christ’s love. Would you like to join us?” Gloria, was a lip-service Christian, one who maintained a deep spirituality in public that required no actual spirituality when the eyes were off. The trap would not of usually snared her, but it gave a plausible reason for her departure as he gave her mind the direction that following him would be a really good idea. Marching to the gym with the two eager women trailing him, Jack’s feeling of omnipotence was stronger than ever. His tasting of Christi had been nice, his humiliation of Curtis satisfying, and his conquering of Ms. Thompson entertaining, but this was different. This was an unprovoked act of pure dominance and Jack wondered if he would pay for it. Opening the door with the key he had “borrowed” from the janitor, he let his two victims into the empty gym. The floor was mostly dark, but a little light came from the sparse windows and the roof skylight. Evil Jack felt at home and began to unleash his plan. “The greatest commandment given by the Lord is to love our neighbors,” he began, “I think we should do that.” “What are you talking about and why are we in this stupid gym,” yelled Gloria. “If you’re thinking of any funny business, I’ll have you know my father’s a lawyer and he’ll destroy you faster than you can bl-“ Jack disconnected her vocal chords from her conscious mind and reading the exhausting list of protests in her thoughts, took joy in replacing every third word with “sex”. He then quadrupled her libido and began to pulse the nerves to her clitoris gently. He paused for a moment, biting his lip in thought, and then released a rush of endorphins and estrogen, causing her to become extremely sexually aroused. Gloria bucked to the sudden feelings and her hand absent-mindedly fell to her lap and began to root underneath. Her dress hid a good view from Jack but he was pretty sure they had gone to work without pushing aside any panties. “In the name of Mary, mother of Christ, what are you doing young lady,” screamed Janet in the sight of the popular bitch touching herself. “Now, now, dear,” Jack said in admonishment. “You know that to lie is a sin. Why don’t you tell us what you really think of what Gloria is trying to show us?” With this statement, he told the conscious to tell the truth and nothing but the truth to every question asked of her. He left out whole truth as he did not want to spend days listening to every facet of her humdrum life. “It turns me on deep down inside, but I’m conflicted because God says homosexuality is a sin,” Janet said surprising herself with her own candidness. Gloria was likewise surprised and pulled her hand out of her dress quickly in great embarrassment and horror. With the action, the unmistakable smell of cum and arousal followed it. Evil Jack grinned from ear to ear at her reaction. Gloria was a remarkable homophobe. She did not just hate gays and lesbians in the socially acceptable manner of exclusion, derision, and persecution. She went out of her way to punish them for their sexual preference. In 10th grade, a tomboy named Clarissa had come out as a lesbian. She left the school a week later, after some incident that apparently involved a sexual assault by a man who became Gloria’s boyfriend the following week. It was common knowledge that she had arranged the event. “Homosexuality is not a sin, Janet,” he said while simultaneously brushing away the 25 years of homophobia that had been indoctrinated into her belief structure. The sudden rush of relief at the action reassured the good part of Jack that had been metaphorically biting his lip since the beginning of the ordeal. “Now I think Gloria needs some help, what do you think?” Gloria was no idiot and though her mind was overflowing with horniness and a desire for sexual release, she remained just enough conscious thought to try and run away. That her pussy was far too aroused to allow her to run very well slowed her down enough and Jack turning her legs to jelly didn’t help much. She went down on the gym floor, face against the floor and ass shaking in the air. Her long dress was pushed up a bit, but not enough to reveal anything of interest. Jack would fix that. “Janet, do you want to help Gloria,” he asked. “Yes. And more,” she replied the guiltless lesbianism in her rushing to her dormant libido with a greater gusto than Jack had anticipated. “You should then. I think her booboos need to be kissed better and then I think she needs to have a particular itch scratched,” he said walking over to Gloria’s prone body and brushing his hand gently across her ass. Janet didn’t need to be told twice and rolled Gloria over onto her back. Jack removed Gloria’s control over her arms as she did this as he noticed her preparing a mean right hook. Janet began to kiss along the length of her leg, taking the time to lick a few of the bigger bruises, and a few “invisible ones” along her inner thigh. Rising up the length, she hit the end of the pink dress and began to try and push the tight thing up. Seeing her struggle with it, Jack stepped in to help her. “Here, how about I help her up so you can remove this ugly dress for her,” he said to Janet while lifting Gloria up a bit. Gloria shot him a look of hate for the comment, but it only made him smile. “You’re right. I’ve never liked pink,” she said causing Gloria’s sex crazed mind to gasp at the blasphemy. Gloria however could not complain as the dress was slowly and tantalizingly lifted from her. Her bare pussy was the first thing to be revealed. It had indeed been lacking panties and in fact had been trimmed nearly hairless. “She’s not a real blonde,” Janet said laughing as she continued to push the dress up. Jack took a second look at the neat hairs and noticed that they were indeed brown. Well, well, he thought. Taking a quick scan, he realized that wasn’t the only secret she was hiding. Jack smiled as her dress was completely removed and her second secret was revealed. “Pads,” questioned Janet looking at the artificial boosts tucked into her plain white bra. “I think she has a serious body image problem.” “I think you’re right. Let’s get her down to the truth as fast as possible,” he said unclasping the bra with a quick motion. The artificial supports fell, revealing two pert pear-shaped beauties. Jack did not hesitate to turn them on as much as he had her pussy, causing the areolas to vibrate themselves, stiffening the nipples out like two pins. He listened her moan to this new sensation and was surprised to hear the same sound emit from Janet’s mouth. Janet immediately fell to Gloria’s breast latching onto one like a hungry child and taking the other fully into her hand. Jack noticed that it fit nearly perfectly in her hands and she twisted it unsurely but eagerly like an inexperienced but sincere lover. Jack aided her a little by slipping a little advice he had gained from his porn marathons and his experiences over the last two days into her subconscious. Taking the hint, she began to play with the nipples like a pro causing Gloria to buck and moan in Jack’s grasp. He felt her jerk even harder as Janet’s other hand began to explore Gloria’s dripping pussy, soliciting deep moans from her each time her hand found the clit. With her heightened sexual awareness, it didn’t take more than 5 minutes for her to reach her first orgasm, her twists rubbing her ass against Jack’s hard cock in his pants. The effort of holding her up and his own arousal getting to him, he let her slip down to the floor as Janet kept suckling. She was obviously very much of a breast woman. “That’s good Janet, but I think our little horn dog needs more direct stimulation,” he said, pushing her away from Gloria’s breasts. “And while you’re doing that, she can thank us for what we’re giving her.” “Yes,” Janet said smiling as she sucked Gloria’s juices of her fingers, running her mouth over them as sensually as a hooker, albeit a hooker in her Sunday best. Jack was surprised at how much sexuality he had released just by deleting her religious guilt. He wondered briefly how much more he’d get out of her before the night was over as he moved Gloria into a doggy position. Janet dropped down to her knees as if she was praying, gently pushed Janet’s legs apart and began to tenderly nibble her labia and clit. Gloria moaned at the feeling while silently weeping the manner it was coming about. She was grinding her cunt into Janet’s mouth and hating herself for doing so. Evil Jack loved it, but he was horny and wanted more. He unbuttoned his pants and freed his cock to the stale gym air. It stood to its full six inches directly in front of her face and he could see her tongue absent-mindedly lick her lips at the sight of it. He emphasized the song of lust flooding her conscious and unconscious and added to both a desire at least for now to do anything she could to please this cock. Not the man, just the cock. Well in truth, he just aided the thought along those lines climbing her subconscious to prominent position in the mind. His dick hit the back of her mouth in record speed, having been swallowed up by the greedy bitch. She was sucking as violent as a Hoover vacuum and Jack was forced to grab a firm hold of the side of her head just to slow her down. Thus in control, he began to move her up and down his shaft as she made muffled growls of lust. The feeling was not as good as the blowjob he received from Christi, but it was certainly more intense. He could feel her mouth tighten up and buck each time Janet found her clit and he was finding it very hard to resist the desire to cum. He pulled out violently, her mouth following him until she was flat on the ground. Janet to her credit was carrying on as best she could, following her pussy down for the trip. “That’s good,” he called to her. “But I think it’s time she returned the favor to you.” Janet perked up at the idea and licked her lips clean as she stood up. “But first, let’s show her what you look like. Get her really worked up.” Janet didn’t get what Jack was alluding to at first, but with a handy memory prod, she began to sensually strip. Jack, ordered her to watch the show and moved behind to get a view himself. For a church wife, she actually did a pretty good job impersonating an exotic dancer. Her dress, not made for easy removal, slipped sensually down her body revealing beautiful round boobs in a plain white bra. As the dress traveled down, she proved to be just as good-looking below, having a fairly small waist and tight ass. She was by no means a supermodel but carried a feminine mystique of her own. Her bra and panties came off directly in front of Gloria, the former landing on the top of her head and slid to her ass spread eagle with a smile. As she came down, Jack noticed that a small pool appeared underneath her. Janet waited patiently for the young bitch to eat her, but Gloria stared in mere disgust at the older woman’s pussy inches from her face. “Come now, Gloria,” he prodded while placing his hand against the folds of her pussy. “If you don’t repay, you don’t get your itch scratched and you don’t get any of the cock.” Gloria jerked her head to this threat as Jack knew she would and tentatively began to lick Janet’s inner thigh. “You need to do better than that, Gloria,” he said twisting her clit slightly. She let out a small yelp and looked back briefly. Jack kept his face as stern as he could, but every fiber of his evil side was beaming with joy. Gloria turned back and began to lick the folds of the labia and kiss the clit every couple of seconds. After a few more twists, she began to eat Janet out like a pro, dipping her tongue deep into her pussy and nuzzling the clit with her nose. He rubbed his cock along her labia, dipping in a half-an-inch through every once in a while. Her ass kept trying to thrust back to get his cock in, but he kept avoiding it continuing to tease her laughing on the inside as the “picture-perfect” president of the student government whined in lust and desperation for cock. Hearing moans finally emit from Janet, he deemed her a sufficient enough lesbian to earn his cock and thrust deep within cranking up the buzz on her clit and g-spot as he did so. She stopped from her work to let out a stream of porno movie dialogue. He stopped in mid-thrust and clamped his hands hard on her ass to stop her thrusts as well. “Get back to work whore,” he growled, or rather Evil Jack growled through him. The menace in his voice frightened him and even startled Janet a little, but it did its job. Gloria went back to eating Janet’s pussy and was doing so with a fearful gusto. Hearing Janet moan and grunt at the sudden effort, Jack continued to pound her pussy. He was beginning to be lost in the lust. Gloria was a lot tighter than Ms. Thompson and her counter-thrusts were doing a number on his cock. It would not be long before he came. He feared he would be the first when he heard Janet let out a long moan. Gloria’s frenzy must of pushed her over the edge. Jack thrust her a little harder to keep from pulling away from the flood of juice. The thrusts did more than that and the continuous brushings of nose against Janet’s clit brought her through to a second orgasm. Thus spent, Janet collapsed away from her and Gloria took the opportunity to moan her proximity to release. Jack wasn’t going to make it though and pulled out suddenly and jerked her violently around. He spurted over her face as she whined in denied orgasm. Cum painted her hurt expression, mixing with the female juices of Janet. Evil Jack also made sure he got a bit into the hair that Gloria cared so much for. Abused, covered in sweat and cum, and super-horny from her denied orgasm, Gloria looked as pathetic as a dog. Jack couldn’t believe what he had just done out of lust and at how much control his evil side had gained in the whole exchange. However, he found himself powerless to do anything about it. “Janet, this bitch is all dirty. Would you like to clean it up,” he asked in the low guttural growl he had used before. “I-I don’t know. I have never tasted cum before and I don’t think I’d like it,” she replied sincerely, as he had commanded her to earlier. However, Evil Jack didn’t want sincerity just then; he wanted power. “How about you try it? I have done so much for you today,” he growled with a slight menace to his voice. Janet, glanced meekly at him, and proceeded to comply with the request. Her heart wasn’t in it, now that the magic of the mood had been shattered. She didn’t like it much but she cleaned off the entire face. The taste of her own sweet juice and the saltiness of his cum didn’t do much for her, but she did take some pleasure in slipping her tongue into Gloria’s mouth after she was done. Tasting her saliva and cleaning her own tongue of the salty aftertaste made her feel good though Gloria froze in mortification when it happened. The sight stirred Jack again and he felt himself growing back to full-height. “Good, now you must do one more thing for me,” he intoned grinning like a jackal and eyeing her ass has she French-kissed the frightened Gloria. “I’d like to be your last male experience as I expect you’ll be a full-time lesbian now.” “I…Okay, my pussy is yours,” she mumbled softly, not at all relishing the idea of Jack entering her. “No, that shall remain pure to your husband and womanly caress. I want to take a different road,” he growled like a b-movie villain and ending with a hard slap on the ass. Her cry of pain and shock delighted Evil Jack and he chuckled. “Gloria, come and prepare the hole so this will not hurt.” Gloria, so utterly broken by all she had done and the lust that had been keeping her on the verge of orgasm for about a half hour, needed no mind games to comply with the request and emotionlessly began to clean out the older woman’s ass. The feel of the pseudo-blonde’s tongue on her anus brought good shudders to Janet, but the knowledge of what was coming next was greatly diminishing the feeling. After a minute, Jack pushed Gloria away and pressed his cock against Janet’s anus. He began slowly. Janet was tightening up in fright. “Loosen up or this will hurt,” he growled as he pulled her ponytail back. Trembling she complied and he slowly slid into her rectum. She cried in pain a couple of times, but despite his evil he was going slow enough to keep this to a minimum. He began to move his hips. Her virgin ass was tight. Tighter than anything he had previously felt and it wasn’t going to take long before he came for the third time today. The Loser Ch. 03 Quickening up the pace, he ordered Gloria to sit up and prepare for his cum. She complied as her body twitched still on the verge of orgasm from his mental manipulations. He started to pound with heavy force as Janet grimaced. It was no longer hurting, but it hadn’t started feeling good yet. It only took three more strokes before he began to feel his balls tighten and he quickly pulled out. His cum arced across Janet’s back and he swung over to Gloria before the second spurt. It fell in her hair as did the rest of them. Her big hair was now a gooey mess. “Now clean me, slut,” he commanded. She complied sucking him clean and nearly stirring him, but he was spent for the day. He pushed her away after a minute. “Thanks.” Jack inside his mind looked at what he had wrought. Janet, the poor holy lesbian was whining for her sore ass and Gloria had gone half-mad from her time spent on the verge of orgasm. Taking pity, he had her kiss and clean up Janet, taking care of her sore ass as only a woman could. He then urged her body to come and she did collapsing from the effort, but with a big smile on her face. With that he threw on his clothes and left not looking back until he was far from school. He didn’t even bother editing their memories, pledging to deal with the consequences when they arose. “That was pathetic. You’re really getting on my nerves,” Evil Jack said in his head. “So? Who are you anyway,” he asked back to the dark voice in his head. “I’m you,” Evil Jack responded. “The way you should be.” “I don’t like me that way.” “Well, you don’t have to. However, since I have your power over the mind, I don’t think you’ll be doing much about it any more.” Jack protested. Evil Jack smiled. “Now you’re the voice,” Evil Jack growled out loud. “Let’s go shopping. Tomorrow is going to be a fun day.” To be continued…