4 comments/ 154353 views/ 19 favorites The Sorceress' Apprentice Ch. 01 By: philadelphus Unbeknownst to the world at large, magic exists and sorcerers practise it to this day. There is white magic and there is black magic, both having been discovered in India some 8000 years ago, and their interactive influence have covertly shaped the world of men ever since. Of course, the respective wielders of white and black magicks are mortal enemies. Like all evil-doers, the black sorcerers lust for power. They have allied themselves with the rich ruling class of the Western World, lending more than ample credibility to the conspiracy theories that postulate an occult dimension to the global influence of the richest class; the owners of the multinational corporations (headed by, among others, Disney and Coca-Cola); the men whose names are synonymous with "big business", and whose interests enigmatically but emphatically remain the highest priorities of most high-profile politicians, certainly including virtually all presidents and prime ministers in the capitalist world, as well as all of the mass media. The men pulling the strings behind it all are folks such as Michael Eisner, Rupert Murdoch and many others, all of whom do however report to the evil Magicians' Guild, whose members keep the corporate bigwigs in positions of power through the subtle manipulation of key elements of the general population. The entire rise of European civilization and capitalism is a result of a shifting of the power balance between the forces of white and black magic. When the last powerful frontrunner for white magic, Leonardo Da Vinci, died in 1519, the dark forces gained free reign to commence propelling the world into the utter submission that we can observe presently if we have but the eyes to see it. Since then, only scattered groups of white sorcerers have made their presence felt, countering some of the efforts of the Magicians' Guild, and waging terrible and often crippling battles on the astral planes of reality, interfering little with what we might call scientific reality. Of course, the evil forces have often been at odds amongst themselves, disagreeing on the specific distribution of the power they hold, and the results have been war. A rogue sorcerer from the Magicians' Guild was behind Hitler, and look at the amount of damage he caused all by himself, until the American chapter of the Magicians' Guild developed the spells to create nuclear bombs, upon which event their superior power was secured for many decades. At any rate, the white magicians are few and far between and poorly organized. They have had extreme difficulties in recruiting and training new apprentices, mostly due to the obstacles placed in their paths by the black magicians, who by this time consider it sport to annoy the white magicians as much as possible. 18-year-old Anton Alvarez is an apprentice (and by the way a child of a mixed marriage; black father, white mother). For the dark forces. His mentor will be the 8th level sorcerer Delva Hakshmi, a low-ranking member of the Magicians's Guild, and one of the few female sorcerers. She reports to the head of her subsection of the Guild, the 25th level sorcerer Krishna Azrahmi, who in turn serves the head of the American Magicians' Guild, the most powerful man in the world, the 36th level sorcerer Yeehan Gvadvan. Not your basic White Anglo-Saxon Protestant, that! --- Anton Alvarez was being detained by the local authorities in his home town of Huntsville, Alabama, for a particularly creative variant of credit card fraud when Delva Hakshmi, a police officer in her mundane life, noticed in him the affinity for magic that made him a natural choice for an apprentice. She cut a deal with him, having the charges dropped if he would become her apprentice. Anton of course had no idea what he was getting himself into, and Delva wasn't being none too clear about it, either, but he accepted nonetheless. Fittingly baffled was Anton when it dawned on him that magic was real, and he was going to learn using it. The next few months held fantastic advances in Anton's abilities, and before long he had mastered the basic set of control spells. It was all simply a question of motivating people's various chakras to infuse them with the emotion of choice, and then letting them act on those emotions without allowing their rational will to interfere. Anton, being a person of very limited moral integrity, and, at first, also a person of very limited imagination, immediately saw the sexual advantages of this subset of spells, and tried it out on Delva. Why not, he thought; she was both beautiful and in close range. Delva played along, for a few minutes, with Anton's first attempt. She pretended to be under his spell, literally, and amusedly observed his unrefined "technique" as he stumbled across the words in his mock-seduction, and finally gathered the courage to take off her clothes. She played along with this, too, exposing her bodacious brownish nudity to his eyes and hands, right until young Anton intended to commence the act of copulation itself. Then he found that his penis was missing. Seeing Delva baring her teeth in an evil grin, Anton gave out a horrified scream and started running out of the room; then he made a U-turn, running back to Delva, got onto his knees and, crying loudly, begged her forgiveness, and said that he would do anything if she would only restore him... Delva couldn't stop laughing. "Don't worry, Anton! Here you go!" He looked again between his legs and dropped down on his rear in sheer relief. It was back. "Oh, little boy, I just wanted to give you a good scare!" Delva was still laughing. Anton breathed easy again, and after the initial resentment over this nasty prank had subsided, started laughing with her. "God, Delva, I've never been so scared in my whole life! But I guess I deserved it, didn't I?" "You most certainly did, dear boy! That was some liberty you took there, and all without knowing if I would have condoned it!" "Actually, I was pretty sure you WOULDN'T condone it... I just sort of acted on a mean streak, I guess." "You know, Anton," Delva got serious now. "that's exactly the streak we need to work with if you're ever gonna BE somebody! You were taught those spells for a reason. Those who can control others, control the world. If you want your rightful part of the cake, we've gotta cultivate your 'mean streak', and turn it into your most useful tool." Anton was surprised. "You mean, you actually APPROVE of what I just did?!" "But of course. That's why I didn't stop you sooner; until you'd had a good look at what you can expect! Always act on what you WANT to do. That's the important thing." "Hmmmm..." Anton was running the possibilities through his mind. "In fact," Delva continued, "sexual control is one of the very best ways to learn the more refined aspects of subtle manipulation. So go out and sow your oats, my little apprentice! Do what you want to do first, and learn the finer details as you go along." "Wow..! You actually WANT me to go out and manipulate people into having sex with me?" "Absolutely! That's how all great magicians started off! At least the male ones... Start in the arena of the small and obvious, and work your way up to the intricate levels of politics and business. Once your immediate desires are sated, your ambitions will grow until your enthusiasm for the higher levels will propel you upwards seemingly effortlessly! All you have to do is give in to your basest desires, accommodate them, and, when this is done and your aims grow higher, just build on what you learned from your first experiences... and going to the next level will seem so very simple!" Anton was delighted beyond his ability to express. "That really makes sense! And it's so simple that I can't believe it!" "You're damn right it is. And you better believe it. Try it out and see for yourself. It will be all the more obvious once you've become a part of the process. - Just one thing, my pet: Don't try anything like that with me again, eh?" "Are you kidding?! After what just happened? I could never DREAM of trying that EVER again...!" "Yeah, yeah, we both know that isn't true, little one. Just watch your step, all right?" "Sure thing, Delva." He grinned at her. "It's just that, you sure do have a great-looking body, you know that?" She smiled back at him. "Yes. I do. And maybe we CAN fool around sometime. But not until you're older and more experienced. Why don't you go learn a few things from, say, your mother? Ever think about that?" "You mean, like, sexual things?" "Yes, of course." Anton's mind again began to fill with the possibilities. "Actually, yes, I thought about that once or twice. My mother is actually VERY attractive. Blond, beautiful, only in her mid-thirties..." "Well, then. Go to her, and try out your new talents. And don't limit yourself to just her. Virtually any woman can be yours. All you have to do is want it." "Ah, yes... and wanting is so easy..." "It's a part of you. It's the beginning of something bigger. In the end, if you simply follow your desires and do as I tell you, you will become part of the elite that is in control. Nobody can tell them what to do. Everything happens on THEIR terms. That's where anybody wants to be, isn't it?" "Jeez, I guess so! Yeah!" "Then get started!" "I sure will!" Anton jumped up and kissed Delva on the cheek. "Watch it!" she said, but smiled as he ran off. Towards home. Anton's father worked as a night watchman, so he was always away at night. His salary was just enough to support his family, so Anton's mother, Joon, mostly spent her time housewifing, and watching television. Despite the fact that she didn't work out at all, and didn't even go out much, the blond woman had a metabolism so amazing that she'd never accumulated any excess fat anywhere on her body; a feature that Anton's father would often commend her for time and time again. Joon retained the body of her youth, and Anton had seen very few women in real life (as opposed to in movies and TV) that were as good-looking as his mother. A couple of times, when she was wearing only a night-gown or a long shirt or sweater of some variety, Anton had found himself being aroused by her, and he was never really shocked by that fact. He considered it unthinkable that she would ever have sex with her own son, but he himself entertained no moral ill-will towards the idea at all, and would readily think about her when he masturbated, and get off royally when he fantasized about burying his face in her blond-haired crotch. Now, he thought, he had the power to do more than just think about it! That night, some time after dinner, when his father had left for work and Anton's older sister, Cecilia, was sleeping over at one of her girlfriends' house, Joon was watching TV as usual. Anton had just taken a shower and came down to join her on the sofa. After a few minutes, he used one of his spells to nudge a subtle suggestion into the back of her mind. And Joon felt a sudden desire to take a shower. Which she did, and came back down twenty minutes later, smelling fresh and delightful, and dressed in a loose flannel robe with nothing underneath - another subtle suggestion from Anton. As they'd watched TV for another few minutes, Anton gathered up the courage to really lay it on. He reached out astrally, anchoring his perception to his mother's fifth chakra. Mentally forming the appropriate channeling spell, he poured into the chakra all the pure suggestion, motivation, incitation and excitation he could muster, rendering his mother ultimately ready to be instructed as to what to do next. There was no way she could fight whatever he wanted her to do now; in fact, she would only be too eager to comply. So he initially suggested - ordered, actually - that she become increasingly aware of her general sensuality. This made her respond more intensely to every minor tingle of her body; she was suddenly feeling considerable pleasure every time her robe brushed by her naked skin, to say nothing of her tingling nipples. Next, Anton suggested for her to feel attracted to him; to be sexually aroused by him. As these feelings gradually entered his mother, she started shifting about nervously, sweating and fidgeting and breathing heavily. She didn't know where these feelings could come from, but she couldn't act on them - could she...? Anton was getting quite turned on himself, and was beginning to exhibit something of a bulge in his pants. He then projected into his mother's open chakra a simple formula taught to him by Delva: an absolute resolve to follow one's emotions. That did it. Joon turned to him, the sweat of sexual excitement dripping from her brow. She said, hotly and passionately, "But Anton, dearest, you're all hard!" and placed a hand squarely on his erection. "We have to do something about that! Let's see, what can we do... Ooo, I know, let me have a good look at it." Anton stood up so his mother could pull down his pants. He stepped out of them. Joon focused her eyes on his hard penis. "Oohhh, it's so pretty! Do you... do you mind if I see what it feels like to have it inside me...?" She looked at him almost imploringly. Obviously, she was in some sort of haze, part of her mind having more or less "switched off" because of her suddenly conflicting emotions about her son. Anton frankly doubted if she was even going to remember doing this... He sat back down on the sofa and motioned for Joon to go ahead and feel. She dropped her bathrobe, sitting naked on the sofa, then moved to straddle the swollen member of her son. Anton got an eyeful as his blond mother moved in close to him, placed her large, firm and hard-nippled breasts in front of his brown torso, started kissing his mouth passionately, and then lowering her delicious, blond pussy onto his yearning penis. Anton broke the kiss to look down - What a sight!! Anton felt only extreme arousal and pleasure as his virility penetrated and became enclasped by his mother's soft and warm vaginal lips, and she started heaving and lowering herself slowly on his shaft, herself moaning with pleasure and mumbling how good it felt. "Oh yeah... yearrrh... aahaiii..." Anton had never actually been with a girl before, and he was more exhilarated than he could ever have anticipated at the wet and lubricated feel of the inside of his mother's vagina. He could also smell a rich aroma emanating from her womb; a smell that made him twice as aroused as before. He started pressing his loins upwards in powerful strokes, eliciting still louder moans from his mother, as their genital friction increased and shockwaves of pleasure propagated through their connected bodies, all the time seeming to snow-ball; to gain still more strength. The sweet feel and smell of his mother's blond pussy soon became almost too much for Anton to take. He felt as if roaring pleasurestuff was coming out of his ears, when suddenly his body convulsed and the pleasure immediately increased tenfold, making him let out a scream of orgasm that lasted for a full fifteen seconds, as his seed eagerly shot up into the depths of the female canyon. Exhausted, Anton leaned back and found that his mother was still riding him, quickly approaching her own climax. As her moans increased in number and strength, Anton just took in the glorious sight and feel of his beautiful blond mother straddling him, with her silken sex gliding quickly up and down his tingling penis. Soon, she reached the crest of her ecstasy and let the avalanche of orgasm flow through her as she gave off a prolonged sigh and threw her head to one side and the other, her long blond hair following the movement. She then fell forward onto Anton's torso and rested her head on his shoulder, relaxing. She said nothing; perhaps she managed to be embarrassed with what had just happened. Anton didn't like the thought that she might not remember events such as this; he didn't want to mess with her memory. So he once again entered her chakras, this time the brain chakra, and simply (if a little awkwardly) removed any tendency not to recall clearly every incident involving Anton. At this, Joon promptly opened her eyes wide and lifted her head to look Anton clear in the eyes. Now she became fully aware of what had gone on (and was indeed still going on, as their loins were not yet separated), and as she realized that she had done something she would normally never have done, tears came to her eyes and she averted them, but didn't move from her erstwhile position. She didn't realize that she herself wasn't to blame; that Anton had manipulated her to act like this. In a tormented voice, she said, "Ooh, what am I thinking?! Why am I doing this...?" She moved to heave herself off Anton's still-hard penis, but then Anton nudged her fifth chakra once more, causing the sweet tingle in her pussy to become almost unbearable. And she slid back down, moaning with both pleasure and regret. She knew what she was doing now, and she didn't want to do it, but it simply felt so good that she couldn't control herself. Without looking Anton in the eyes again, she resumed humping him, her hands placed on his shoulders, her head facing down between their chests, and her hair falling around it like the branches of a weeping willow tree. Anton was excited again and thoroughly enjoyed his mother's renewed energy. He thrust up into the wetness of her blond pussy again and again, as his moans matched those of his mother. "Ooooohhhhh yeahhh, yessss, ooooooh!!" And their second orgasm was even better than the first. As Anton felt his passion juices shoot up into his mom, he had a stray thought about what might happen if she got pregnant from this. He assumed she was on the pill; after all, he'd always gotten the impression that she and dad had a very healthy sex life. But, even if she did get pregnant, everybody would assume it was by his father, so Anton really didn't worry. As they had ridden out their second climax, Anton and his mother separated themselves from each other's loins, and Anton gently nudged Joon's brain chakra into accepting what had happened and not be sorry about it. He couldn't completely negate the influence of her conscience upon her view of the situation, but he could stop her from worrying about it and even make her memory of their love-making a fond one, letting her focus on the pleasure she'd attained, and making her look forward to their next such encounter. It seemed to work, for his mother bent down to kiss him, saying, "That was truly amazing, son. We'll... do it again soon!", only a barely noticeable tremor of uncertainty in her voice. Anton reached out with his hand to touch Joon's gooey pussy, and moved his middle finger up along her crevice, feeling the soft pubic hairs, and finally slipping his finger inside to once again feel her wetness. What a thrilling sensation to touch those warm, permissive vaginal lips! "Yes... soon!" he said, and pulled out of her. He got up and went to his room, to savor the experience and consider what to do next. It hit him almost instantly: The girls at his high school! Yes! The hip beauty queens who had never given him a second glance, if even a first. Let's see, there were Chloe... Whitney... Brooke... and Moira!! Oooooh, the very thought of getting it on with sexy ice-queen Moira was enough to send chills up Anton's spine. And didn't she have three sisters who were all famed far and wide for their beauty...? Oooh yeah.... But first, Anton had a sister of his own to look to! The following morning, as Anton saw his sister Cecilia emerge from a shower, he instantly felt a beckoning in his loins. He'd fantasized about her often, and now he wasn't going to let this chance to realize the fantasy get away from him. Cecilia was just one year older than Anton, and at 19 she'd grown into an extremely sexy woman. The Sorceress' Apprentice Ch. 01 As she went to her room, dressed in a bathrobe, Anton followed. He slipped inside her room just behind her back, and she said, "Hey, what're you doing?! Get out!" "I don't think so!" Anton said, and started working on Cecilia's chakras. It was so easy now. His sister suddenly tensed up and let out a sigh as she arched her back in a sort of sensual gesture that obviously surprised her. Her right hand wandered down to her crotch, but stopped as she realized what she was doing, and in front of Anton. She started, "I want you to leave right now, you little..." Anton raised a hand in synchronicity with a stronger chakra nudging. Cecilia nearly lost control of her actions as she unwillingly began accommodating the arousing sensations she felt course through her body. With the last of her free will, she turned her front away from Anton, while one hand grasped at her chest and the other was planted firmly between her legs, upon the cloth of the robe. She tried again to tell Anton to leave, but only a bit of mumbling came out. Now she was lost to her desire. Buckling with little semi-orgasms, she went to her bed and laid down on her back. She parted the robe at the waist, exposing her nakedness of her lower body to the eyes of Anton. At once, Cecilia's fingers were down inside her black-haired vagina, and she moaned loudly with pleasure as her other hand kept kneading her breasts in response to the sweet tickling. Anton was naturally getting an immense hard-on. He went to the side of his sister's bed, and reached down to help her take the robe all the way off, exposing also her beautiful, brown breasts. She had given up all resistance, and continued being submersed in a haze of pleasure. Anton now undressed. He crawled up on the bed, and stood on his knees between Cecilia's legs, which he parted further, hungrily looking at her increasingly wet pussy, and groping with one hand at his own supreme erection. His mouth watered as he witnessed the spectacle of his naked sister in front of him. He nudged her brain chakra to make her lucid about the situation, but made sure that she wouldn't be able to tear herself away from the onslaught of sexual arousal that he had activated in her. "Anton...! Ooohh - what's happening...? You're... you're doing this to me... oohhhhhhhh!" "Yes, I'm doing it. And you like it, don't you?" "Oh... I... no... no..." Cecilia said, but continued driving herself further along the pleasurable path she'd already embarked on. "What?" Anton was surprised that she was able to say no. He was already nudging her as strongly as he could. Could her will really be that strong? He said again, "Oh, I'm sure you like it! It feels good, doesn't it? Very, very good... right?" "Eee, oooh... feels... gooood... yes..." "Ah! I thought so! And would you like me to make it feel even better? Would you? Would you like that?" "Ohhh, I... you're... not supposed to... ooohhhhh... you're... not..." "Damn!" Anton thought. Her will was resisting him! Hmm. He was going to have to boost the sensual input. He bent down over her body and started french-kissing her. Mumbling something unintelligible, she returned his efforts. He grinningly began fondling her breasts also, to which she responded with louder moans, and he then began sliding his excited penis across Cecilia's black-haired genital gap, rubbing it with the length of his shaft. "Is it good?" he asked her between kisses. "Uhhhhhh... yes... yes..." she said. Of course it felt GOOD. But Cecilia still didn't think it felt RIGHT. Her body was no longer her rational will's to command, however. "You know what to do to make it better... much better..." Anton told her. And she responded. Against her will but in accordance with her sensual desire, she brought a hand down to their close loins, and hesitantly put her fingers around her brother's blood-filled manhood. "Yes... do it... do it..." Anton whispered to her, himself nearly lost in a haze of arousal. "Oh... no... no, I shouldn't..." she said, but her hands didn't obey her. Instead, they resolutely strengthened their grip on Anton's penis, and guided it straight into her drenched pussy. Whimpering with pleasure, she spread her thighs even farther apart to make room for Anton's body. Anton had had his will, and a feeling of hot relief rolled through his body. He moaned, "Ohhhhhh yesss... oohhhh 'Cilia, ohhhh, aaahhhhh..." as he slid himself in and out of his sister faster and faster, pushing them both closer to the brink. Cecilia herself could only match his moans. Now that there was no going back, she gave herself over to the sensation completely, taking in the beating thrusts bestowed on her by her hot brother on top of her. "Yearrrhh... oooooeeee... yesss... ohh... please... ohhhh yesss..." Soon they climaxed together as their pent-up energies combusted in a magnificent release of pure, fiery passion, and Anton powerfully shot his roaring ejaculation deep, deep inside his sister's womb. Very satisfied, Anton left Cecilia naked and spread-eagled on her bed, and hurried off to school. Oh, today was going to be an interesting day - no doubt about that! To be continued.... The Sorceress' Apprentice Ch. 02 Be sure to read chapter one! :) And don't forget to vote! --- The "exercizes" of last night and this morning made Anton feel like he could do anything. And when the young wizard arrived at his high school and found that he could sense the mood and emotions of every single person around him, he began feeling like a god. Was there ANYTHING he couldn't do? Of course, this new power HAD to be exploited. And Anton would simply do the first thing that occurred to him: use it to get laid - a lot! Anton, now a sexual predator on the prowl, grinningly strode into first period, sporting a formidable hard-on. Paying no attention to the teacher's babbling, Anton ran his agenda through his mind. First up would be sexy Chloe Kapatelis, since she was in this class. Chloe was the quintessential bleach-blonde tease, who tended to wear the near-equivalent of skimpy cheerleading outfits to school, flustering student and teacher alike. Her breasts were medium size, but she understood how to accentuate them so they always looked sexy and tasty. This was a sex kitten who didn't put out, though. It was well-known that she'd had sex with two guys at the school (separately, though!) some time ago, but no one else had ever gotten beyond first base with her. Everyone suspected her of having given up on high school guys in favor of college guys. Well, Anton thought, when recess comes around she'll be going right back to horny high school boys! After Chloe, Anton was going to continue feeding on blondes by going after Whitney Chesney. Whitney, while never showing much skin, had assumed the role of the entire school's fashion statement. Coming from a filthy rich family, she considered it unthinkable to be seen in the same outfit twice, and every day she was wearing something outrageously expensive and stylish, usually from the hottest European designers. Her hair was a chapter in its own right, and always framed her gorgeous face in the most stunning way, rewarding her with what everybody agreed was a face worthy of a movie star. Under the four layers of clothes, Anton suspected there was also the body of one. He would soon know. Whitney, however, was always aloof and condescending to all but her three girlfriends, Moira, Danika and Vivienne. Anton was going to enjoy sullying Whitney's impeccable designer outfits a bit. It was no more than the rich bitch deserved. And hey, maybe he could even get some money out of her, too. Later in the day Anton planned moving on to the brunettes. Moira McFarlin, the most delicious she-creature on God's green earth, he would save for last. For tomorrow. Today would be rounded off with Brooke Doyle. Widely famed for her incredible bust, the black-haired Brooke was every high school guy's ultimate wet dream. Slender and athletic, she was racked like Lara Croft and didn't mind showing it. Man, what a body... It wasn't going to be enough to just do her at school. Anton realized that he was going to have to go to Brooke's house and spend the night. His erection grew iron-hard thinking about it, and he might have continued in this dreamy haze if the bell hadn't rung. Quickly, Anton sat up and started focusing his skills on Chloe. As the other students packed up and left the classroom, he succeeded in placing a "veil of delay" over Chloe's internal clock, effectively slowing down her movements and her thoughts. He also projected a spell of "humid heat" directly into her brain, making her believe the weather was unpleasantly hot and her clothes were sticky with perspiration. As the last student left the room, Anton managed to cast an invisibility spell on the classroom door so no one would notice it was even there. Now they wouldn't be disturbed. That was as much coolheadedness as he could muster, and now he was going to let his dick show the way. As Chloe, with slow-motion moves, fidgeted with her clothes and couldn't decide what to do, Anton came up behind her and embraced her from the back, rudely starting to run his hands up and down Chloe's front, from her soft neck and breasts and to her skirt-covered groin. He pressed the bulge in his pants into her tasty teenage ass, and pushed her forward, over to the teacher's table. Slowly and confusedly, Chloe tried to resist, but Anton psychically entered her mind and started pushing buttons. Chloe's brain was like an open book to him. He saw memories, fragments of thoughts, and entire landscapes of fluctuating emotions. He could transfer emotional power from her amygdala to her pleasure centers, and turning her on like she'd never been turned on before was the simplest thing in the world. As he saw her pleasure centers light up with ecstatic joy, he started fondling her breasts and kissing her neck. Chloe leaned back on the table and let out a scream of pleasure as she powerfully orgasmed right there. "Oops," thought Anton. That was a bit much! Holding on to the convulsing girl, he first placed a mental gag on her, silencing her. Then he put a mild damper on the amygdala supply line to the sex center of Chloe's brain, bringing her out of climax, but keeping her very aroused. Then he started having his way with her. As quickly as he could, he stripped Chloe naked, which wasn't easy, since she kept trying to hug and kiss him and grind herself against him. This girl was no stranger to steamy sex, that much was certain. Anton finally got her naked, and took a couple of seconds to feast his eyes on her smooth, nymphish beauty. Her pubic hair was the same dark color as Chloe's hair would have been if it wasn't dyed. Then he allowed her to do what he was mentally suggesting for her to do. She kissed him with a force he couldn't have imagined, and after a few seconds she frantically unbuttoned Anton's pants, getting his heated, rigid penis out. Anton was shaking with anticipating; this was a girl he'd dreamed about fucking for the last three years. And now... Never parting mouths, they moved in closer to each other. Anton groped Chloe's breasts and the naked girl wrapped her legs around Anton's hips, using one hand to steer his hard erection into her dripping, beckoning pussy. Oooh, it felt gooood, and Chloe panted with such emphatically passionate whimpers that Anton just couldn't help himself. After only a few hard, frantic strokes into lusty Chloe's luscious sex flesh, he exploded inside of her, and since he was also inside her mind, he caused Chloe's pleasure centers to flare up synchronously with his own, and it felt like they melted together in flesh and spirit alike, flowing out of control and into each other in a raging whirlpool of the most torrential orgasm of both their lives. Anton's mental gag on Chloe all but forgotten, they both cried out their glorious climactic thrill, and fell onto the teacher's table, their legs trembling too much to keep them standing. Still connected at the hips, they kept up the genital stroking to prolong the deluge of extreme ecstasy that had been unleashed on them. The teenagers' hands rummaged around each other's bodies to accommodate the itches and the tingles that spread across their skin like wildfire. The major energy, however, was spent hammering their sweaty loins together, urgently and yearningly keeping Anton's foaming shaft ramming Chloe's oily pussy, the penetration sobbing and squishing with slimy secretes. Anton's erection wouldn't die down. The pleasure was too intense. He'd shot his load already, but being entangled with naked Chloe, covered in perspiration and other aromatic scents and lubricants, was just too hot. Being inside her pussy, being inside her mouth, and inside her mind, was intoxicating like nothing Anton could have imagined. He sucked on her lips, licked her sweaty chest, and again pounded himself up between her wide open naked cheerleader thighs, achieving another, far greater orgasm for both of them. "Oh, oh, oh, oh!" Chloe could not be silenced. "Yes, oh, yes, oh, yes, oooooh... aaaaaaahhh!!" As Chloe's panting came to a head and then died down, replaced with a waning series of soft, sexy sighs, Anton instinctively held her tight, hugging her to his torso and reveling in her nearness and magnetic femaleness. Their minds, too, were entwined, and Anton had never before felt anything so intimate and satisfying as this. But as the effects of the sexual rush diminished and vaporized, so did Anton's fleeting moment of emotional surrender; of weakness. He dislodged himself from Chloe, who gazed hazily at him, still lost in her erstwhile pleasure, and he cursed himself for having forgotten time and place and allowed himself to be so seduced by his own (and her) desires; for having lost control. It was pure luck that nobody had walked in on them, for the invisibility spell Anton had put on the door had long since been burned away by more carnal concerns. It was all Chloe's fault! It was like SHE had put a spell on HIM! Anton took Chloe's clothes with him and walked out the door, after having checked that no-one saw him. Let's see how she explains being found there in nothing but her birthday suit, Anton thought vengefully. That'll teach her. He would have to be more careful with the next one. He couldn't let a girl get to him like that. SHE had to be the slave, the underling; not him! It was going to be easy with Whitney. Anton didn't even like her. He just wanted to use her because she was a snob, and a gorgeous one, too. He went to the next period, thinking evil thoughts. Come lunch-time, everybody was going to see that arrogant rich girl acting like a bitch in heat. Lunch arrived, and Anton joined everybody else in the cafeteria. He waited for Whitney, who, very much in character, arrived fashionably late. From across the hall he reached out with the tendrils of his astral self, and started peeling Whitney open. Imperceptibly to her, he unravelled layer after layer of her thoughts and emotions, revealing a shy, insecure and almost friendless girl whose cool and togetherness was just an act. She knew that her adopted attitude toward others only reinforced her self-imposed isolation from them, and yet she couldn't bring herself to abandon the artificial character she had created for herself. Well, Anton thought, time for the real Whitney to show her colors - and a whole lot more, too! As Whitney made her way to the food line, getting closer and closer to Anton, he started going to work on her mind, rearranging key emotions and motivations. As she ate her lunch obliviously, Anton was performing complex brain surgery on her. He placed in her a powerful attraction to him specifically, based especially on the impression she would get of him when she laid eyes on him in just a few minutes. He manipulated her erotic fantasies to revolve around his likeness; to make her feel that he was the guy she'd always, ever since she first had sexual feelings, dreamed of meeting. He also molded in her a strong inclination for exhibitionism, totally overpowering her shyness. He enhanced her natural proclivity for submitting to a strong man, and even found time to inject her with a helping of unadulterated nymphomania. As these changes took effect in her, she seemed to relish more and more in her food. Her saliva production increased, and she thrillingly enjoyed the texture of the mediocre cafeteria menu, to the point where it sent sensual shivers down her spine. She was feeling turned on. Horny. Adventurous. A red-hot itch crawled nippingly across her body, and she clawed at her designer clothes, trying in vain to scratch. Lunch-time ended, and students started pouring out the doors. Whitney's mind was cloudy and slightly irritable; why couldn't she scratch this itch? It was everywhere. All over her skin, even in her pussy. She squirmed in a futile effort to shrug off the desire accumulating inside her. As her breathing became heavier, she suddenly decided that she had to have release. Now. Looking around she suddenly saw the most handsome and sexy guy she'd ever seen in her life. Exotic light-brown skin, athletic build, a bearing like a king! How could she ever have avoided noticing this incredible member of the opposite sex? It boggled the mind! Sensing that he might be the cure for her sensual ailment, Whitney got up and headed straight for Anton. Most of the students had exited, but there were still ten or so sitting around finishing their meal. One or two of them looked up in puzzlement as Whitney slipped into Anton's arms and they met in a passionate kiss. Anton and Whitney both started tearing off Whitney's clothes. Whitney felt great; this was exactly what she needed, and now she was gonna get it! As she was reduced to her underwear, all ten of the remaining students were looking on in astonishment, a few of them starting to make shocked outcries, which attracted others from outside the cafeteria exits. Soon Whitney was naked, and Anton was groping her all over, especially licking her impressive, firm breasts which were everything Anton had hoped they'd be. Soon she hurriedly undid his pants, releasing his erected cock. As several more students came in to watch the outrageous show, Anton killed whatever desire they may have had to interfere with what they were seeing, making them simply stand and watch. By now Whitney was fingering herself and trying to get Anton's dick into her moist pussy. Anton turned her around and pushed her down on all fours. Then he got down on his knees behind her and grabbed her white ass. Squeezing the cheeks, he pressed both his thumbs into Whitney's pussy and held the lips apart, showing himself the place his hard cock should be steered to. After all, he'd never taken a girl from behind before, so he needed to hit the right spot. He maintained tight hold of her reins as he domineeringly penetrated her and started fucking her in brutal strokes. She was by far the tightest he'd had yet; very virginal. Her large naked breasts bobbing back and forth beneath her as she recieved her first doggy-style pussy-pounding, Whitney moaned loudly, yelling "Yes!" and "Oh God!", and was on the brink of orgasm from the second Anton entered her. Anton did not let his emotions run away with him this time. He had to reserve sufficient mental energy to keep the increasing number of onlookers from doing anything at all but watching. He also began conditioning them to focus on Whitney, to the extent that they would forget in mere minutes who the guy that had been fucking her was - but not that there WAS a guy there, doing exactly that! "God! God... I'm so close... so close..." Whitney whimpered, but Anton held off her climax, waiting for his own to arrive. It took another forty seconds of rampant ramming, but then it came, spurting and squirting out of him. Into her. Anton groaned through clenched teeth and allowed the feeling to wash over Whitney as well, who received it in a high-pitched eeee'ing that absolutely everybody heard. "Yeeeeeaaaaaahhhhh, I'm coming-coming-coming, feeels sooo gooood.... Yes-yes-yesssss... Ooooooooo!" Having accomplished what he set out to do, Anton withdrew from Whitney, and shoved her ass gently with one hand, pushing her forward and off balance, making the exhausted but satisfied girl slump down on the grimy floor, front-down. With satisfaction he looked up at the thirty-some onlookers who had gathered in the cafeteria to watch the show. Cocking his head slightly, he looked straight at them and reached into every one of their minds. It was a delicate procedure, but as he had them standing there nearly frozen, the time was available to "fix" them one by one, making them forget who he was, and generally disinclined to report this incident to the school authorities. However, he encouraged their desire to tell all their friends about the amazing eyeful they'd received of Whitney's historic cafeteria sodomizing. Ha! This would be all over the school in no time! A rich snob considering herself all the rage, exposed as a sex-starved pervert, same as everybody else! Let's see her pay her way out of this one! Oh, and speaking of money... Anton grabbed Whitney's purse as he nonchalantly sauntered out of the lunch hall, past the nearly frozen gazes of his adoring public. In a gesture of astral magic he dissolved the changes he'd made to Whitney's mind, restoring her true self, such as it were. She only remembered tiny flashes of what had happened to her, but her nudity and lubricated pussy were enough to indicate that it was something pretty horrible. She was in tears immediately, clutching her tattered clothes tightly to her dirty chest. Anton was already way up the corridor. He couldn't have cared less. Of course the school was abuzz with the potent rumor of Whitney's humiliation for the remainder of the day (and wasn't there also something about another girl earlier today who'd been discovered naked in an empty classroom...?!). Anton noted it with a sense of triumph, and then started planning his final conquest of the day. At the back of his mind, however, he did find himself wondering just what had happened to Chloe after he left her, and if she was all right. Though he was barely aware of the concern he felt, the intense union he'd experienced with Chloe this morning would not soon be forgotten. Whitney, however, he'd never give another thought. --- To be continued very soon...