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Voice Activated Ch. 01

By: DapperestDan



Mike's alarm was trying to drive him insane. He'd already hit the snooze button three time this morning, but the damn thing just wouldn't take the hint and shut off on it's own. He sat up with a sigh.

"Fine. I guess I'll get up today." Thin, watery sunlight was starting to brighten his window. "Fuck this waking up at 6 AM shit."

He stumbled to the bathroom. Showered, shaved, dressed in the same wrinkled suit that he had worn yesterday. A headache was forming behind his eyes. He was desperate for caffeine, but he didn't have time to make a cup. And anyway, the free coffee was about the only perk available at the office. 

Mike caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror as he walked to the door. He made eye contact with his reflection, noticing for the hundredth time just how unhappy he looked. He had thought that by this point in his life he would be doing something. Three years out of college, and he was stuck working as an assistant at a large shipping firm. The pay sucked, his boss was a power hungry bitch, and he never felt like he was accomplishing anything. Like most people, Mike had once felt like he could really contribute something to the world. Instead, he was stuck checking shipping documents for typos. He didn't even have the authority to requisition more paper for his printer. 

He broke away from his own downtrodden gaze. "Maybe I should go to law school." He laughed, a short, sad sound that emerged from deep in his gut. "That seems to be everyone's plan these day." Not that he could afford the loans. 

He trudged out onto the street. A few other people were there with him, mostly looking equally cranky. At least he didn't have to walk too far to get to the subway. One of the benefits of having to be at work by 7:00 was that the train was never crowded. The platform was mostly empty. Mike found his preferred spot near the end of the train.

MIKE

He looked around, startled. The was a bored looking middle-aged woman standing not too far from him, but it didn't seem likely that she had said anything. The voice had come from everywhere and nowhere, all at once. 

IT IS TIME, MIKE

"Who are you?" Mike looked around again, spinning in a circle, trying to find who was talking to him. "What's happening?" The woman moved a little farther down the platform. Nobody want's to stand next to the guy talking to himself and flailing about.

YOU HAVE A DESTINY, A PURPOSE. IT BEGINS NOW

The strength left Mike's legs. He fell forward, first to his knees, and then farther, his face swinging towards the floor. Mike tried to put his arms out, tried to do something to stop his descent, but his body wouldn't listen. He had been standing close to the platform edge. He couldn't stop himself. His upper body fell down into the tracks. The momentum of his fall carried the rest of him onto the metal rails. The woman from the platform screamed, calling for help. 

It was probably too late. He could already see the lights of the next train bearing down on him. They filled his eyes, until there was nothing left in the universe but brightness. 

GOOD. TIME TO LEARN

Everything went dark. 

He awoke slowly, perception seeping back in like a fog was lifting. He was in bed, covered in a blanket. There were noises, a ventilation fan, some unfamiliar machine beeping, a step and the rustle of clothes that let him know he wasn't alone. He tried to open his eyes, tried to speak. No response from his body.

Panic was rising inside him now. 'Shit!' He could at least think. That meant something. 'Am I paralyzed?'

NO

'You're still here?'

I AM EVERYWHERE

'What are you?'

THAT IS UNIMPORTANT. THE ONLY THING THAT MATTERS IS WHAT YOU HAVE BECOME

Mike paused for a moment. 'And what have I become?'

OBSERVE

His senses exploded out of him, perception suddenly flooding his brain. Mike's eyes were still closed, but he could see. He was in a hospital room, four white walls and an assortment of medical equipment surrounding him. The beeping he had heard came from one of the monitors. There was a nurse in the room. Tall, blonde, pretty. wearing blue scrubs. But he could see more than that. Mike could see her mind. It was like a fire in her head. He reached for it, some new ability extending from his body and connecting with her. 

Her name was Madison. She was 26. She had worked for the hospital for two years. There were other things there too. Images, memories, daydreams. They rushed by too fast for Mike to really get a look at them. He pulled back, floored by what he had seen.

'What was that?'

MY GIFT TO YOU

'But, how? What is it for?'

LET ME SHOW YOU

His mind reached out again, delving deep into the nurse's head. Mike realized that he had no control of it, The Voice had taken over.

The nurse stood up, the chart in her hands suddenly ignored. She had a quizzical look on her face. She turned to the door, and reached out to lock it. Her hands found the thin blanket covering Mike and pulled it back until his gown was the only thing covering him.

'What are you doing to her?'

Something shifted in the way that Mike's mind was reaching into the nurse. He realized that The Voice had been controlling her, now it was investigating her memories. Recollections, images, and sensations poured into Mike's brain. 

Her parents had been strict, religious. Sex was something that wasn't spoken of. Desire was forbidden. But she felt it anyway, and she was ashamed. When she had moved out for college, she had tried to be normal, had tried to date and have relationships. But even now her shame was overwhelming. The shame she felt about her body, about how she looked at men. She was constantly embarrassed for herself, afraid of her own desires. 

The flood of memory ended. Mike saw the nurse standing over him, licking her lips. She slowly pushed the hem of his hospital gown higher. The cool air on his cock made him want to squirm, but his body stayed motionless.

'Why are you doing this?'

AS A DEMONSTRATION. YOUR POWER CAN BE USED IN MANY WAYS. OVERCOMING THE SEXUAL RESERVATIONS OF A LIFETIME IS JUST ONE FEAT THAT YOU WILL ACHIEVE 

The nurse had her hand wrapped around Mike's cock, gently stroking it to erection. He couldn't deny that it felt good, even if he thought that the circumstances were morally complicated. The Voice was using them both, without consent. Those thoughts went away when she leaned down and swallowed his prick. 

For someone who seemed to have a lot of sexual hang-ups, the nurse certainly knew what she was doing. Her tongue was sweeping over his crown, one of her hands was stroking his shaft, the other gently tugging on his balls. Mike wished that he had some control over his body, the desire to thrust his hips was burning him up. But The Voice would not relent. The nurse was taking him deeper now, gagging a little as his cock touched the entrance of her throat. She pushed onwards, swallowing him until her nose touched his belly. She pulled up, gasping for air, her hand still on his cock jerking him. Her tongue ran up and down his shaft, until she shifted to his balls. Mike had always been sensitive there, and the sensation of her lips on his testicles almost made him cum. But something stopped him. There was some sort of barrier to his orgasm. It almost seemed like the nurse could feel it too, she was panting and moaning into his scrotum, her desperate need visible in her eyes. 

She pulled away from him with a whimper. Her hands went to her scrubs, tugging at them with heedless abandon. Her shirt and pants fell away, revealing a sports bra and a pair of simple panties. They were quickly torn away. She was slender, with small breasts and narrow hips, but in obviously good shape. It showed when she climbed on top of him, the muscles in her legs and abs standing out as she straddled his cock. Her pussy was hot and dripping wet. It swallowed 

his cock to the hilt in a single motion. She started riding him, using his body as a living dildo. 

"Fuck." Her first word of the night. "Oh my god."

She was clamping down on him like a vise. Her pussy was squeezing and sucking, trying to milk the cum right out of him. She started moving fasted, her hips rising and falling as she tried to take him as deep as possible. The only sound was the wet squish of his cock driving into her cunt. The nurse had reached up to cup her breasts, her fingers pinching at her small nipples. Mike was close, he desperately wanted to grab her and pull her down onto him. The muscles of his abs flexed, and the cum came pouring out of him. The nurse came at the same time, letting out a quiet squeal as her pussy flexed around him.

The last thing he saw before the darkness took him was her smiling face. 

When he woke up the next morning, he could move. There was a call button on the bedside table. He hit it, and a middle aged nurse walked into the room a minute later. Her jaw dropped when she saw him sitting up in bed. 

"Hi," Mike said, giving her a small wave. "I guess I'm awake?"

What followed was a flurry of activity. Doctors and nurses cycled in and out, doing checks and remarking on how unusual it was for a patient to come out of a coma with no warning. Mike found out that he had been in the hospital for three months. His father had called in some favors and got him transferred from the city hospital to one outside of town that specialized in long term care for coma patients. He called his parents. His mom cried, and they promised to get on the road and come see him right away. Then came the somewhat unpleasant task of removing all of the tubes that had kept him alive these last few months. Mike felt restless, like all the energy that his body hadn't been able to use while he was stuck in bed was suddenly ready to come out. 

There was a doctor in the room with him. "Is there a shower in there?" Mike asked, pointing at the door leading to a small bathroom. The doctor nodded. "Can I take one? I don't really want a sponge bath."

The doctor hesitated for a moment. "You might find it difficult to stand. Your muscles will have weakened while you were in the coma. But, all your vitals are strong. Let's see what you can do." He called a nurse into the room, and together they helped Mike to his feet. 

It was easy. His legs were strong. He didn't even really need any help standing. In fact, he felt better than he had before the coma. But he wasn't expecting what awaited him in the shower.

He almost didn't recognize himself. He looked... good. His skin was perfect, the bags under his eyes gone. Mike had always had a slight double chin, it was something that he was always self-conscious about. Now he had the jawline of a model. He pulled off his gown, eager to see what other changes there were.

"Holy shit."

His muscles were perfect, his chest and abs standing out from his skin in ways he had never been able to achieve before. He looked like a living recreation of Michelangelo's David, except somehow more muscular. Hanging between his legs was ten inches of fat cock, double the size of what he had been packing before. 

'Are you there?' Mike thought, hoping to get some explanation. But there was no reply. The Voice had left him on his own. 

"Ok," He said to himself. "I guess I'll just have to figure this out myself."

His family wouldn't get to the hospital for a few hours, plenty of time to practice.

He started out small, with simple commands. He found out quickly that he couldn't just reach into someone's head and say "Touch your nose." That didn't seem to have any effect. There was a certain place he had to touch, a certain way that he had to impose his will on them. But Mike had always been a quick learner, and soon enough he had the nurses and doctors around him tugging on their earlobes and sticking out their tongues. 

He moved on to eavesdropping, easily finding the part of the brain where conscious thought was happening. Mike was surprised when he found out that thought seemed to have a major visual component. It was a mix of sound and images, the pictures growing more focused when someone really thought about something. He supposed that made sense, but all the movies made it look like you were just listening to someone speaking their thoughts out loud. Most of the people around him were thinking about mundane things, their jobs or what they were going to do that night once they got home. One doctor was imagining in graphic detail exactly what he planned to do to his wife later that night. Mike withdrew from his head quickly, finding it difficult to watch a man's bondage fantasy while he was checking Mike's vitals. 

Finally, he tried reading people's memories. That wasn't as easy as he had hoped. People's recollections didn't play like a movie, they came in flashes of sight and sound and emotion. Important or recent events were closer to the surface. It took some time, but with a little practice he was surfing through people's lives, watching the things they really cared about play through his own mind.

It turned out that one of his doctors had spent some time in the military. Mike was watching a firefight first hand when his parents showed up. They had brought his sister Nicole and his cousin Maura with them. There was hugging and crying, until everyone got themselves under control. Mike was just glad to see them. His mom told him everything that had happened while he was asleep. His dad filled him in on sports and politics. Nicole and Maura were in college, and summer break had started while he was in the hospital, so they mostly had gossip about people they all knew. 

Mike couldn't resist looking into his family's minds for just a moment. His parent's relief that he was well blazed from their thoughts like a beacon, drowning out most other emotions. There was an undercurrent of joy and concern running through it. He reached a little deeper to find their memories, but all they could think of was the moment when the hospital had called them after he fell in the subway. 

Mike turned to his sister and cousin. They had most of the same feelings running through their minds. But there was something else there, something deep and hidden that they couldn't stop thinking about. Mike pushed a little further until he found it. Images poured from them, the taste of soft lips, the feeling of fingers stroking skin, a pressure releasing deep inside as an orgasm raced through their bodies.

He pulled back immediately. Mike couldn't believe what he had seen. Nicole and Maura were sleeping together! It didn't make any sense. They were family, and Maura might as well have been a sister. Her parents had died in an accident when she was just a child, Mike's parents had raised her ever since. He had to know more.

Reluctantly, carefully, Mike searched through his sister's memories. It must have been a recent event, because it didn't take him long to find it. He watched through Nicole's eyes as someone drunkenly dared Maura to kiss her. He felt her apprehension, but also the excitement that careened through her as her cousin leaned in. Felt the way their tongues met, the way Nicole couldn't breathe for a second after their lips parted. Maura came for her later that night, slipping into Nicole's dorm room and climbing under the covers with her. They didn't speak, their mouths just found each other, like they had a will of their own. Maura's hands were on her, pinching a nipple and sliding down to the juncture of her thighs. Nicole came with a sigh, moaning into her cousin's mouth as her pussy squeezed around Maura's invading fingers. 

Mike pulled back from his sister's memories, acutely aware of the weight of his new cock has it filled with blood. He decided that some secrets were best left uncovered.

His family went home not long after. They said their goodbyes, promising to come pick him up in a few days, when the doctors said he would be healthy enough to go home. His father lingered for a little longer as the rest of the family headed back to the car. 

"Mike, is everything Ok?" He asked, suddenly very serious.

"Yeah, dad. I feel fine," Mike said. "I'll be out of here soon."

"That's not what I meant." His father hesitated for a second. "I just want to know that you fell in front of that train, instead of jumping in front of it."

"What! No. Dad, you have to believe me." He reached out and touched his father's shoulder. "I know things weren't going great for me, but I'd never try to kill myself."

Mike father nodded. "Good. That's what I wanted to hear."

Three days later, Mike was out of the hospital and back at his parent's house. As soon as it had looked like his coma might be permanent, his parents had moved all his things out of his apartment. He would stay with them until he found a new place. Not that he had any money for a new apartment. His job had already been taken by someone else. At least they had let him stay on the health insurance for a little while. He suddenly found himself with copious free time and a set of interesting new abilities.

Which is how Mike ended up sitting at a sidewalk cafe on a Wednesday morning, casually plucking memories from the heads of passersby. A first kiss here, a break-up there. He was still trying to figure this whole thing out, trying to find some way he could turn it to his advantage. His attention turned to the table next to him. Three girls, about his sister's age, were sitting there, chatting breezily. He reached out, curious. They were all college students, home for the summer. He strolled through their thoughts, until he found something very interesting. One of the girls, a curvy blonde, had a deep and intense crush on the other two. She had never thought of herself as a lesbian, but something about her two friends had ignited something inside of her. She couldn't stop staring at their lips. Mike felt something wake deep in him, like a serpent uncoiling in the depths of a cave. 

He went to work, reaching into the girls with a skill he didn't know the he possessed. The other two girls, an athletic looking brunette and a skinny girl with mouse colored hair, didn't feel anything romantic for their blonde friend. It was child's play to inspire those feeling in them. Mike was in them now, suppressing their inhibitions, raising their lust. All three of them were starting to fantasize about fucking each other, increasingly graphic daydreams that were dominating their thoughts. Mike watched as his changes became physical, all three of the girls squeezing their thighs together, desperate for some sort of contact with their now sopping pussies. Their conversation turned to sex. Things they had done in school, things they would like to do in the future. The mousy girl finally voiced what they were all thinking.

"Should we have sex with each other?" The other two nodded vigorously, the blonde letting out a small moan at the thought of her fantasies coming true. "Ok. I have a friend who works at a mattress store down the street. I brought a guy there once. It's close and she's cool." 

They got up and made their way to the store so fast that Mike nearly had to run to keep up. When he entered the store it was mostly empty, just an older couple in the corner looking at a bed. The girls were clustered around a saleswoman, talking rapidly. Mike sent a quick command to the couple, and they left immediately. He locked the door behind them. The girls didn't notice as he walked up, and he caught the tail end of their conversation.

The saleswoman, who looked about college age herself, was clearly confused. But willing to go along with things. "Ok, I guess. Just... keep it quiet. We might get more customers."

The girls practically bowled her over as they rushed to a back room. She looked after them, shaking her head, before turning her attention to Mike. "Hello sir, is there anything I can assist you with today?"


Voice Activated Ch. 01



Mike reached into her head and took control. She stiffened with a quiet gasp as he made her completely obedient. "You can follow me." She nodded eagerly and trailed close behind him as he walked to the back room. 

The three girls were already hard at work. The blonde was sprawled out on a bed, topless, while the other two bathed her thick nipples with their tongues. They has pushed her shorts down to her ankles, and both of them had a hand under her panties. The thin fabric of her underwear was soaked with her nectar. She was grinding against them, little moans and gasps escaping her lips. Mike could see their fingers delving inside of her, opening up her pussy and drawing out copious streams of liquid lust. She came, hard, her abs flexing as she tried to curl up into the fetal position. The other two held her down as her limbs twitched and a cascade of girlcum poured from her pussy. She lay back gasping, still for a moment, until the mousy girl pulled off her panties and jammed her tongue deep into the blonde's pussy. Fresh moans burst from her lips, filling the room, until the brunette straddled her head and began grinding her dripping cunt against her friend's face.

Mike sat on an adjacent bed, patting the mattress next to him as the saleswoman followed. She was flushed, her nipples pushing through the thin cotton of her blouse. Mike could see that she was getting turned on by the scene in front of her, but she was trying to remain in control. He reached into her and stripped her control away. She moaned and reached down to her crotch, pressing a hand against her pussy through her dress pants. A wet stain was already forming on the grey fabric. 

"What's your name?" He asked, reaching out to brush a finger over her cheek. She moaned at his touch.

"Irene." Irene bit her lip and groaned as she moved her hips, desperately grinding her pussy against her hand.

"Do you like what you see, Irene?" He gestured to the girls in front of them. The blonde was on top now, two fingers plunging rapidly into the brunette's asshole. The mousy girl was watching them from the side, her hand a blur on her clit. Mike's cock was thick and heavy in his pants. 

"Yes." Her voice was a strangled whisper.

Mike leaned in until his lips were almost touching Irene's ear. "Show me how much you like it."

Her hands went to her blouse. She ripped it off, sending buttons flying, to reveal a lacy bra. The bra was discarded in a heartbeat. Irene has nicely rounded breasts, and there was a slim silver ring piercing one nipple.

"Very nice, Irene," Mike said, reaching out and giving the pierced nipple a short, sharp tug. 

She moaned, but her hands were already moving south. They clawed at her zipper, clumsy with passion. Finally, she undid her pants, pushing them down far enough to display a pair of simple green panties. They were soaked with her juices. She slid her hand in, furiously frigging her pussy. Her free hand came back up to cup her breast, lifting the full mound until she was able to capture her nipple in her lips. 

Mike gave her pierced nipple another tug, and then got up from the bed. Time to see what his other toys were doing. 

Things among the three girls had certainly progressed. The blonde and the brunette had the mousy girl pinned down, vigorously fingering her holes. Mike watched, fascinated, as the blonde added a fourth finger to the girl's pussy, and then her thumb. She slowly eased herself in until she was buried wrist deep in her friend's dripping cunt. The brunette was busy thrusting three fingers into the girl's now stretched asshole. Mike's cock turned into a steel rod while he watched it.

He turned back to Irene. She was naked now, on her hands and knees as she finger fucked her pussy. Her eyes were locked on the lesbian orgy unfolding in front of her. There was a wet stain on the mattress below her, evidence of her own orgasms. Mike pulled his cock from his pants, and she moaned and came again when she saw his girth. He took a step forward and ran his crown over her lips, smearing them with precum. She opened her mouth, cooing happily as he stroked into her. She began worshiping him, moaning as she tasted his dick. He had an overwhelming urge to fuck her face. His hand wrapped into her hair and he pulled her down on him. She struggled for a moment, one of her hands beating against his thigh as he pushed into her throat. Tears formed in her eyes. When he pulled out she gasped, and then coughed up a wet burst of spit. She looked lost for a moment, and then he slapped his cock against her lips. Irene smiled, and opened up to receive him again. 

Mike face fucked Irene brutally.Spit was pouring out of her lips and down her chin, coating his balls where they smacked against her face. He thrust all ten inches of himself into her, and held it there as her eyes rolled back. Her hand was still busy on her pussy, and she came with his cock buried in her throat. When he thought she was about to pass out, he withdrew, letting her gasp and cough before pounding back into her. He glanced over at the girls on the other bed, amazed at their stamina. They were coated in each other, cum and spit streaked across their skin and matting their hair to their heads. They were busy trying to find inventive new ways to jam as many fingers as possible inside each other.He turned his attention back to Irene when her tongue poked out to sweep across his ball. Mike could feel his orgasm approaching, feel the cum churning in his testicles. He pulled out, letting Irene lavish attention on his crown as cum raced up his cock. She swallowed the first shot, and then pulled off of him, using both her hands to jerk his cock over her face. He plastered her, his rod spitting out shot after shot of thick cum. Mike had never seen so much before. When he was finished, Irene looked like the star of a bukkake video. She grinned, and began pushing his cum towards her mouth, murmuring happily.

Mike's orgasm brought total clarity, and with it, a terrible crash. It felt like a fog was lifting from his mind. Where had that come from? And why had he done those things? As he looked around, the horror of his actions became clear. The girls were still on the bed, laying in a circle, furiously fisting each other. Irene was still at his feet, her face now clear of his cum, staring up at him with an adoring smile. Cold dread filled him up. Mike reached out, hoping to find some way to reverse what he had done. There was nothing in the girl's minds but the all-encompassing need to fuck each other. He couldn't even see anything of their personalities anymore. Irene was, if possible, even worse. She was still there, still a person. But every fiber of her being was now devoted to him. All she wanted was to please him.

Mike shook his head. He didn't know what to do. He waved in the direction of the girls. "Go join them." She smiled and climbed up on the bed, her own moans quickly adding to the chorus of lust that still filled the room. He turned his back on them and left the store. 

Mike started walking without any real destination in mind. He must have gone ten blocks when he found a park bench. Despair filled him. The idea that he could really hurt someone with this new power hadn't occurred to him. And now he may have hurt four people. He had to understand what was going on, why he had lost control like that. He heard the sound of footsteps approaching. It was a woman, beautiful and well dressed. Mike averted his eyes and put his head in his hands. Anything to avoid taking her too.

She sat on the bench next to him, his worst fear coming true. 

"So," She said. "That was quite a mess you made back there."

His head whipped up. Mike found himself staring into a pair of shockingly blue eyes. 

"Hi." She smiled and held out her hand. "My name's Clara. I think we need to talk." 

For the second time that day he found himself sitting at an outdoor cafe. Mike couldn't stop himself from staring at the woman across the table from him. She was stunningly beautiful, with thick brown hair falling past her shoulders, high cheekbones, plush lips, and those huge blue eyes that had first captured his attention. The rest of her body matched her face. Full breasts strained at her thin blouse, her trim frame making them look huge. She had an ass to match, tight and round under her skirt. 

Clara smiled at him. "You must have a lot of questions."

"Yeah. Are they alright?" He looked away from her, afraid of what her answer would be.

"The girls at the shop? They're fine." She grinned. "The three you started with, the ones in their little sapphic orgy, they were easy. It probably looked bad to you, but you were just seeing the surface. It wasn't too difficult to suppress their lust. They'll have a few pleasant memories of an afternoon spent exploring each other's bodies, and go on with their lives."

"Do they have to remember any of it?"

"They do. Cleaning up your mistake was not as easy as snapping my fingers. It would have been much harder to completely wipe their memories. Better to leave them with a little of what they did, and avoid doing any real damage." Clara's smile turned a little wicked. "Besides, it's more fun this way. I think you really broadened their horizons."

Mike sighed, the dread in his heart getting less intense. "And the other one? Irene?"

Clara became more serious. "She's a different story. What you did to her, it bound her to you completely and irreversibly. She's yours forever, and there's no going back from that. It's why that particular technique isn't used very often." She saw the look on his face and reached out to touch his hand. "She'll be OK. We'll take care of her."

"Who's we?"

"You and me. I sent someone to pick her up, so she should be on her way to my house now. You'll see her when we go back there tonight." Clara's smile returned. "You have a lot of training to do before you'll understand all of this."

Mike made eye contact with her again, and snorted out a quick laugh. "Where were you three months ago?"

She looked embarrassed, and sighed. "Actually, I was on the train that almost hit you."

"You're shitting me."

"Ideally, your mentor is supposed to be there right as the change hits you, to take you and care for you while you're asleep." She held up her hands when she saw his incredulity mount. "I know. I had this great idea where the subway doors would open and you'd fall right into my arms. But the fucking train was a minute late, so instead you almost got your head smashed. That's what I get for trying to be romantic."

"That's insane." He shook his head, nearly speechless. "How did you know I'd be there?"

"The Voice told me."

That stopped Mike cold. "Oh. You can hear it too?"

"Of course. We all can." Clara's eyes got wide and she waved her hands while speaking in a mock baritone. "It is time. I am everywhere." She snorted and rolled her eyes. "It says the same thing to everyone. It can turn us into psychic immortals but it can't think up some new lines while it's doing it." She giggled at her own joke until she saw the shock on his face. "What?"

Mike swallowed, fighting against the sudden tightness in his throat. "Did you say immortal?"

Clara bit her lip, giving him a second to process things. "Yeah. How old do you think I am?"

He took in her soft skin, the way her body moved under her clothes. "I don't know. Mid-twenties?"

"Close. I was 23 when the change came." She leaned in closer, the tip of her tongue flicking out to rest on her upper lip. "But that was in 1926. So I'm 101 years old as of last March."

He leaned back, a slow whistle escaping his lips. "Wow. Will we live forever?"

"I guess." Clara shrugged. "The oldest one of us I ever met invaded England with William the Conqueror. And I've heard stories of people meeting Romans and Ancient Egyptians. But we're immortal, not invulnerable. We can die. And after a couple of millennia the odds might catch up to you."

'This is a lot to take in. I can control people's minds. And I'm immortal." Mike thought of another change. "There are... physical differences from the way I used to be. Is that normal?"

"Of course." Clara leaned back and gestured to her body. "You don't think I've always looked like this, do you? As far as I can tell, every single one of us is physically perfect. Not a bad side effect if you ask me."

"I guess not." He took a deep breath and blew it out, puffing his cheeks. "What am I going to tell my parents?"

"If I were you, I wouldn't tell them anything. Or even talk to them again for that matter."

Mike looked up in shock, and met her eyes. They were ice cold. She was serious. "Why?"

"You know how you felt when you took those girls? Powerful, dominant?" He nodded, fear and desire mixing in him. "You're going to feel like that all the time, and about everybody, soon. It comes from using your abilities. We're not like them anymore," She said, waving her hand to take in the people strolling down the sidewalk. "We are sharks, swimming in a sea of goldfish. We are the apex predators of the human race."

"What does that have to do with my family?"

"Have you ever wanted to fuck one of your siblings? Or turn your parents into pets?" The stricken look on his face was all the answer she needed. "If you go back to them you might do those things. I'm not saying you will, but it can happen. Better safe than sorry."

"Does it have to be like that?" He shook his head. "Is that all we are?"

Clara was silent for a moment. "Maybe it's time for your first lesson." She got up from the table. "Follow me."

They went a couple of blocks down the street, until they found themselves standing in front of a small store. Mike had walked by it in the past, but had never gone in. It wasn't really his taste, mostly selling small pieces of mediocre art and cheap jewelry. 

"What do you see?" Clara asked.

"It's a store. A shitty one, for teenage girls."

"I don't mean with your eyes. What's in the store?"

Mike reached out, and found a single fire burning inside. "There's a woman in there. She works here."

"What's her name?"

"Sophie. She's 22."

"Cute. Let's introduce ourselves." Clara pushed her way through the door and headed for the back.

Sophie was standing near a rack of jewelry, absentmindedly rearranging earrings. She turned at the sound of footsteps. "Hi, how can I... oh. Oh!" She froze in place a look of fear and adoration spreading over her face. Her limbs started trembling as Clara came closer. Clara leaned in and planted a gentle kiss on her lips. The poor girl let out a long quavering moan. A spreading wet patch appeared on her crotch as she came. 

"Hello, Sophie," Clara said. She reached down and unbuttoned Sophie's jeans, sliding her hand in to cup the girl's pussy. "Mmm, nice and wet. Did you already cum for me?" The girl nodded frantically. "Good." She looked back at Mike. "Can you lock the door please?"

He locked the door and turned the sign around to 'closed'. When he got back to the women, Clara was standing behind Sophie, one hand still pushed down into her panties. The other had slid the girl's shirt up and moved her bra out of the way. She lightly tweaked Sophie's nipple as she looked over at Mike.

"First lesson: How to take someone over without destroying them. Look into her mind. Don't do anything, you'll be able to see what I'm up to in there."

Mike reached out, drawn to the flame of Sophie consciousness. When he touched her, that new feeling awoke in his chest. A sea creature rising out of the depths. He had to have her.

The look in Clara's eyes said that she knew what was happening to him. "Stay under control, we don't want to keep this one. Watch as I work." Mike could perceive her presence inside of Sophie, suppressing some things, heightening others, move some parts of her self to the side. "Our time with Sophie here is going to be temporary. So, we only really want to change a few parts of her. Everything else, we push out of the way and compartmentalize it. She's going to fuck, and suck, and cum. And when we're done I'll put everything back into place. She'll remember having a good time, but that's about it." She turned her attention to Sophie. "Are you having a good time sweetie?"

"Yes! Yes, mistress!" She was so turned on that she could barely talk.

Mike stepped in and cupped the girl's free breast, letting his palm slide over her stiff nipple before his fingers dug into her flesh. Clara reached out and cupped the back of his head, pulling him to her. Their lips met, her hot pink tongue delving into his mouth. When they parted he was momentarily speechless. She smiled at him wickedly, before turning back to Sophie. Mike could feel her fingers moving in the girl's crotch, grazing his cock as she plunged them in and out. He stepped back, stripping off his clothes, desperate to free himself. 

"Mmm, I thought you might be packing some heat." Clara's eyes were locked on his prick. She licked her lips before leaning down to whisper in Sophie's ear. "Do you like Mike's cock, pet?"

"Yes, mistress." The girl was clearly losing all semblance of control, her hips jerking as she ground against Clara's fingers, searching for her next climax.

Clara wouldn't give it to her. She withdrew her hand from Sophie's pants, her digits covered in nectar. Clara carefully licked each finger clean, savoring the girl's taste. When she was done, she pushed Sophie down to her knees, right in front of Mike's cock.

Mike knew when an invitation was being offered. He stepped forward, the crown of his rod butting against Sophie's lips before sliding off to rub on her chin, smearing a line of precum on her skin. She opened her mouth, swinging her head as she tried to grasp his wayward cock. He kept it out of her reach for a moment, letting her catch little nibbles of his shaft, before finally resting his glans on her lips. Sophie opened wide, eagerly swallowing him. Little moans escaped her lips as she tasted him. Clara's hands were on the back of her head, wrapped up in her hair. She pushed Sophie deeper, ignoring the girl's struggles as Mike's cock breached the entrance to her throat. Mike groaned as he slid down into her gullet, reveling in the feeling of her muscles twitching around him as she fought her gag reflex. Clara held Sophie down while she tried to push away, her airway blocked by Mike's rod. Finally, Clara relented, pulling Sophie back until Mike's cock rested just in her lips. The girl gasped for air, and then coughed, a rush of spit pouring from her lips. Clara repeated the process, pushing Sophie down onto Mike's rod until she couldn't take it anymore, and only then letting her catch her breath. Mike was in heaven. He didn't even have to do anything, he just stood there as his mentor used their new pet like a toy. Clara locked eyes with him, her pink tongue flashing out to touch her lips as she grinned. He leaned in and kissed her, their mouths coming together in passion as Clara started thrusting Sophie's head faster. The wet "gluck" noise coming from the girl's throat filled the room as Mike and Clara made out above her, their tongues dueling. Clara finally pulled away, her hands leaving Sophie's head as she stepped back. The girl continued on her own, driving Mike's cock deep into her throat with aggressive thrusts. 

"That's a good girl, Sophie," Clara said, her hands going to the buttons of her blouse. "Keep playing with Mike."

Mike watched, rapt, as Clara began undressing. Her blouse went first, revealing a grey shelf bra underneath. Clara's nipples were exposed, offered up on the lacy platter of her bra. She reached up and gently tweaked the fat points. Her skirt was next to go. She hadn't bothered to wear anything underneath except for a pair of sheer stockings. Clara's pussy was perfect, a slightly puffy mound, with lips like the halves of a peach. Her full clit was already engorged, sticking out from under its hood.




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She stepped in and kissed him again, her tongue darting into his mouth for a moment before she pulled away. Mike took the opportunity to reach up and cup her breasts. "I think I'm going to like teaching you," Clara said. She reached down and grasped Sophie by the hair, pulling her off of his cock. "Sophie, go sit over there. I have another lesson for Mike." She dropped to her knees in front of him.

Mike groaned as Clara began bathing his balls with her tongue. She sucked one of his orbs into her lips, her tongue running around it in little circles. His other ball got the same treatment. She move up his shaft, giving it little bites and nibbles, pulling on his skin with her teeth. When she got to his tip, Clara's tongue went into overdrive, running along the rim of his crown and flashing across his slit. Mike felt like he was close, his groans becoming increasingly frantic. Clara reached down and gave his scrotum a light tug. 

"No cumming yet," She said, giving his crown a light kiss. "This is a learning experience. Look over at Sophie." He did. The girl had stripped away her clothes. Both of her hands were at her pussy, one rubbing at her clit while she hooked two fingers into herself with the other. "Now, Sophie is a normal young woman. With normal wants and needs, sexually." Clara was punctuating her lesson with occasional licks and kisses to his sensitive shaft, making him gasp and struggle to pay attention. "But she wouldn't normally act like this. Manipulating someone's actions is our bread and butter. When you look into someone, it's fairly easy to see the different pieces that make up their brain. And lust, horniness, sexual energy, whatever you want to call it is usually the easiest to find. With practice, you'll be able to ramp up someone's lust to such a high level that they'd do anything for you. And if they don't, inhibitions are usually pretty close to lust. Suppress those, and anyone will be putty in your hands." As if to demonstrate, Sophie came, her legs kicking out and shaking, a burst of nectar pouring from her pussy.

Clara ducked back under Mike's cock to suck his balls again, her hand jerking his spit and pre slick rod. When she was done she smiled up at him. "Lesson's over. Let's fuck her."

Sophie was weak from her orgasm. It was easy to push her onto her back. Clara settled over the girl's face, her hips moving as she ground her pussy on Sophie's lips. Mike knelt between Sophie's legs, lining his cock up with her dripping cunt. He eased himself into her. She was tight, but soaking wet. It only took one long stroke to hilt himself. He rested for a moment, using slow movements of his hips until she was adjusted to him. He began fucking her, long, steady thrusts that had him hitting every inch of her twat. Clara had leaned down, grasping Sophie's breasts as she mashed her vulva against Sophie's face. The girl's tongue was out, spearing into Clara's folds and sweeping across her clit. Mike didn't know how good of a pussy eater Sophie had been before Clara showed up, but she had clearly picked up some skills. It was having an effect. Clara's face screwed up into a look of pure joy as she came, her limbs going stiff as a long moan spilled out of her lips. Sophie drank deeply of the juices that came spilling from Clara's cunt. 

Clara recovered quickly, and resumed her face-sitting. She looked up at Mike, a wicked grin on her face. He took that as his cue, and leaned in to kiss her. They moaned into each other's mouths as his thrusts sped up. Sophie's pussy was flexing and twitching around him, grasping at him like a hungry mouth. Clara was close as well, another climax following right on the heels of the the last. He thrust into Sophie, once, twice, and then hilted himself one last time as cum poured from his cock. Clara shuddered against him, her lips going still as she came again. 

The rested against each other, forehead to forehead, until their breathing returned to normal. Clara pulled away and looked him in the eyes. "How do you feel?"

Mike though for a moment. "Powerful."

"Good." She leaned in and kissed him again. "That's how you're supposed to feel."

"One last lesson for today." Clare reached down and grabbed Sophie's legs, pulling them to her shoulders. "I want you to fuck her in the ass."



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"Mmm, that feels pretty great." Mike was face down on the bed, his body slowly relaxing as he received a fantastic massage.

"You have a lot of tension in your muscles." Irene dug her thumbs into his shoulders, her delicate hands were stronger than they looked. "And I think someone left a bite mark up here."

"I wonder who gave that to me?" Mike said, sarcastically.

She giggled, and continued to massage him. Her legs were straddling him, and he could feel the heat coming off of her pussy where it was pressed against his lower back.

Irene shifted her stance, kneeling next to him as she worked her fingers down his spine. She hit his ass and kept going, rubbing his tired muscles until she met the juncture of his thighs. Her hand dipped between his legs and wrapped around his cock. 

Mike groaned, and shifted his hips, giving Irene a little more room. She stroked him in silence for a minute. Then her warm lips closed around one of his balls. Mike moaned as her tongue began to swirl around his thick nut. She stopped sucking his testicle, letting it fall from her mouth with a wet pop. Mike took the opportunity to roll over, pinning her to the bed. 

"You just can't help yourself, can you?" He asked. He bent down and locked his teeth around her pierced nipple, gently pulling up. "I just fucked you fifteen minutes ago."

Irene bit her lip and moaned. "No, I can't. You know that."

It was true, she couldn't help it. Ever since that day three weeks ago when Mike had walked into her store and bound her mind to his, her ultimate desire was to please him. Mike still felt bad about it. He hadn't known what he was doing, hadn't know that there was no going back from the way that he had taken her. Clara, his mentor, had told him that completely subjugating someone's will was, if not forbidden, frowned upon. Mike always felt a little sick to his stomach when he really thought about it. 

Clara had brought Irene back to her house. She had been almost pathetically excited to see Mike that first night. Her entire personality was consumed by the need to make him happy. She had cried when he wouldn't fuck her. 

Mike knew that he couldn't take back his actions. But he decided that he could at least mitigate some of the negative consequences. Over the next few weeks he trained with Clara, learned more about his abilities, and began to reshape Irene into less of a sex slave and more of a companion. He gave her back her free will, her intelligence, and took away her desperate need to serve. She still wanted him, always, but now she was more like a continually horny, somewhat submissive girlfriend with a wicked exhibitionist streak. Though it had taken him two weeks to get her to stop calling him master. It was a habit that Mike found creepy, even though Clara assured him it was the standard form of address. 

Mike found that he liked the real Irene. She was smart, fun, and a little feisty. And extremely beautiful, with her pale skin, her mass of dark curly hair, and her full breasts. Just the other day she had talked him into taking her to the city to get her other nipple pierced. Now a silver ring went through each stiff bud. He had even purchased an upgrade for her, adding a couple of glittering sapphires to her jewelry. 

And so Mike found himself playfully wrestling with a dark haired, pale skinned beauty. On a massive bed, in an opulent room, in one of the most ridiculous mansions Mike had ever seen or heard of.

Clara lived on what could only be called an estate, a few miles outside of the city. Her home was giant, with manicured grounds, pools, a small forest, and an army of servants working to satisfy her needs. It was here that Mike learned about his new skills. 

The training was difficult in ways that he could never have imagined. Mike never believed that he could be so exhausted after a day of thinking. But his new abilities we like a muscle that needed to be exercised. Clara made him practice constantly, teaching him to read minds, influence thoughts, even implant new memories or skills in a person. Irene's skill at massage was one result of that. He even learned to protect his mind from others with powers who might wish to harm him. Clara had laughed when he expressed surprise at the idea.

"What, you think that just being changed makes you into a saint?" She giggled at him. They were by the pool. Clara was naked, letting the sun soak into her perfect body. "The Voice doesn't make moral judgments. Bad people can have power too. And if you don't learn to protect your mind, they might take it."

The memory of Clara's sun-kissed nipples stuck in Mike's head. Blood began to pool in his cock, making him heavy and sensitive. 

He leaned in and kissed the hollow of Irene's throat, then let his mouth drift up to her ear. "How about we go find out what Clara's up to," He whispered.

"Ooo, sounds fun," Irene said. She squeaked when he pick her up and threw her over his shoulder. Mike carried her out into the hall, letting her giggles announce their passage. 

The master bedroom wasn't too far from where Mike and Irene were staying. So it didn't take long for them to hear Clara. 

"Fuck me! Yes, like that! Harder!" Mike opened Clara's door, and found her sandwiched between two heavily muscled men. They were on the bed, their cocks stuffed into her ass and pussy. She grinned when she saw them enter the room, and waved Mike over to her. 

He set Irene down on one of the large couches along the bedroom's wall. Her hand went to her clit immediately as she watched the scene on the bed. Mike walked over to Clara, his growing cock leading the way. Clara opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, moaning in pleasure as he fed his rod into her gullet. He began thrusting into her, the crown of his cock butting up against her throat. As far as Mike could tell, Clara didn't have anything even resembling a gag reflex. He proved it when he slammed into her, his cock sliding down into her throat with ease. Over the last few weeks, Mike had learned how Clara liked to be fucked. In a word, rough. So he started setting a fast pace, his cock pistoning into her gullet as he face fucked her. Clara loved it, her eyes rolling back as she let waves of pleasure roll over her. Her spit bathed his balls as it spilled from her lips. The men double penetrating her were sweaty and moaning, clearly close to the edge. Clara was right there with them, her limbs twitching as she began to cum. She screamed as they started spraying their loads into her, thick spunk filling up her bowels and her pussy. The vibrations coming through Clara's throat were enough to set Mike off. His cum began spilling down her throat as he slowly withdrew from her. He deposited the last few strings right on her lips.

Everyone was still for a moment, panting as they caught their breath. The man in Clara's ass slowly pulled out, and fell over with a groan. Clara stood up on shaky legs, holding Mike's arm for support as she stepped off the bed.

"Thank you Mike," She said, gently wiping the cum from her lips and pushing it into her mouth. "And thank you boys. I was feeling a little congested this morning, and a nice DP always clears me right up." Clara looked over to where Irene was sitting on the couch, gently petting her pussy as she came down from her own orgasm. "Irene, do you mind coming over here and cleaning me off?" She bent over a little and spread her cheeks, revealing the cum leaking from both of her holes. Irene crawled over and speared Clara's tight ring with her tongue. 

It was the sort of life Mike could get used to. 

Later, over lunch, Mike decided to bring up something that was bothering him.

"Is it some sort of requirement that I live with you for a while?" He asked. "Like, am I supposed to live here for a year so you can properly mentor me, or something?"

"What? No." Clara laughed. "Nobody is saying that you have to live here at all. It's just convenient. And besides, I like having you around." She flashed a dazzling smile.

Mike couldn't help but smile back. "Thanks. I like you too."

"Good. Are you thinking about moving out?"

"Maybe?" He stopped and thought for a moment. "I feel a little isolated out here. Not that I mind spending time with you, but I liked living in the city."

"I can understand that," Clara said. "Why don't we find you a place of your own then?"

"Yeah, I'd like that." Mike looked around , taking in the sheer luxury surrounding him. "How do you afford something like this? It's not like you work."

"Of course not. We don't need to work." Clara considered her next words. "I've had a few... benefactors over the years. Men of wealth and power who've come under my influence. We'll just have to find someone like that for you."

"Ok, let's do that." He thought for a second. "I might actually have someone in mind."

The PennTac building was in the heart of downtown. Fifty stories of glass and steel, housing the heart of one of the biggest commercial shipping firms in the world. 

Clara stood on the sidewalk in front of the building and stared up at it's imposing bulk. "You used to work here?"

"Yep." Mike shook his head. "I fucking hated it."

"Aww. Was she mean to you?" Clara teased.

"Sometimes. I don't think it was really her fault though. It might just be in her nature."

Clara grinned at him. "Why don't we go find out?" 

They walked into the building, Irene following close behind them. A security guard approached, but Clara reached into his mind and he suddenly had more important things to focus on. The elevator was empty, and Mike hit the button for the fiftieth floor. They rode in silence. Mike was suddenly curious about who had replaced him as the CEO's assistant.

She was a young women, recently out of college. She looked stressed. Mike could relate, it wasn't an easy job to have. She stood to greet them, her smile falling a little as she took them in. Mike and Clara were in business attire, but Irene was wearing a camisole and a pair of obscenely short shorts. Her nipples were clearly visible through the thin material of her top. The assistant's disapproval radiated from her. 

"Excuse me, may I know the purpose of your visit? Ms. Penn is very..." She stopped as Mike held up a hand.

"We have an appointment." He inserted the knowledge into her mind. "She's expecting us."

The assistant's attitude changed immediately. "Of course, sir. She's waiting for you."

Lori Penn was absolutely not expecting them. Her head whipped up from her computer as they walked through the door, her face a mask of confusion. "What do you think you're... Mike? Is that you?"

"Hello. Ms. Penn." Mike smiled as he closed the door. "I hope we're not interrupting you."

"Of course not. It's always a pleasure to see you." She was lying. Mike looked into her mind and saw that she was mostly annoyed. What the hell was her former assistant doing here unannounced? And who were the two women with him? But despite her concerns, she rose from her desk to greet him, her hand extended. "You're looking good."

Mike shook her hand, looking deep into her eyes. She made a small gasp and went stiff. "It's good to see you too, Lori. But I think maybe it's time for a change in our relationship. Why don't you get on your knees?" Lori dropped down to the floor, her eyes looking up at him, uncomprehending. 

Clara stepped up alongside him. "Oh she's very nice, Mike. I think you made a good choice here. She's really pretty"

Clara wasn't wrong. Lori Penn was a tall, slender woman. Her work kept her busy, but she always found time to get to the gym. When he had worked for her, Mike had caught himself checking her out on numerous occasions. He was pretty sure she caught him too, and he flattered himself by imagining that she liked it. Lori's tits had always been his favorite, large globes that looked almost too big on her thin frame.

"What is going on?" Lori demanded from the floor. "What did you do to me?"

Clara cut her off by leaning in and placing a finger over her lips. "Quiet. For now, you don't talk unless we ask a question. Do you understand?"

"Yes," Lori said in a tiny voice.

"Good." Clara walked behind her and reached down to stroke her cheek. "Now, Mike, what we're going to do with Lori has to be a delicate operation. We don't need just another submissive slut." She looked over to where Irene was sitting in a leather armchair. "No offense, sweetie."

"None taken." Irene already had a hand down her shorts, two fingers slipping into her slick cunt. She used her other hand to free one of her tits from her top, pushing up the full mound so she could capture her nipple in her lips. 

Clara watched Irene's antics for a moment, before turning back to Mike. "Where was I? Oh, Lori needs to be able to run her business as usual. She needs to be able to make money for you." Clara thought for a moment. "Lori, do you have a family?"

"No." Lori shook her head. "I never had the time."

"Good. That simplifies things." Clara cupped her chin and forced Lori to look into Mike's eyes. "I recommend that we put in place a trigger, or a switch, whatever you'd like to call it. She'll always be completely devoted to you, but most of the time she'll be the same hard charging business woman that she always is. But when you want her to, she'll be the nastiest, most cock hungry slut you could ever want. Let me show you how to do it." Clara guided Mike through the process. She was right, it was a difficult process. Certain parts of Lori's psyche had to be pushed into complex arrangements of lust and obligation. When it was over Mike and Clara were soaked in sweat. "There we go. Lori, how do you feel?"

Lori was smiling now, looking up at Mike with an expression of pure adoration. "Great. I feel... happy. As long as I can help Mike."

"Ok. We'll work out the details of how you'll get money to Mike later." Clara looked up at Mike. "You wanted to find a new home?"

"Right," Mike said. "Lori, do you own any properties downtown?"

"Of course, I invest all over the city." Lori started reciting a list of townhouses, apartments, and condos.

One caught Mike's attention. "Wait, what was that last one?"

Lori smiled. "The penthouse at Brock Tower?"

"Whoa," Mike said. Brock Tower was a new building, catering to the ultra-rich. The penthouse was famous around the city. The top two floors of the building, and the roof, were one exclusive apartment. It had been bought well in advance of the construction of the building, the owner a carefully concealed secret. "You own the Brock penthouse?"

Lori nodded. "Yeah. I think you might like it."

"I think I might like it too. Who lives there now?"

"Nobody. I use it to host certain... parties."

"What kind of parties?" Clara asked.

"The kind where a lot of people get together and fuck." Lori blushed. "I've been hosting them for years."

"Oh, you host one of the orgies." Clara saw Mike's look of confusion. "You might not be aware of it, but there's a pretty big underground sex scene in this city. All sorts of invitation only events where the point is to fuck as much as possible." She turned back to Lori. "Do you run the one on the yacht?" 

"No." Lori shook her head. "I've been to that one, it's fun. But mine's a little more exclusive."

"The sort of thing where you and your rich friends get together to fuck some naive, young, beautiful people?"

Lori shrugged.

"Sounds fun." Clara turned back to Mike. "Maybe you should keep that going."

"Maybe." He reached out a hand to help Lori to her feet. "Let's go check this place out."

Clara's car was still out front, a black limo with tinted windows. They piled into the back, Irene and Lori bracketing Mike, while Clara sat on the seat across from him. Irene's hand was at his crotch immediately, stroking him through his pants. 

She looked over at Lori. "I think you're going to like joining us." Irene undid Mike's pants, pulling them down to his ankles. His cock flopped out onto his thigh, the heavy length already filling with blood. Irene's delicate fingers wrapped around him, gently stroking him to full hardness. 

Lori stared, open mouthed, as Irene slowly jerked him. She tentatively reached out a hand, and then drew it back. Her tongue darted out, licking her lips. Mike could almost see the wheels turning in her head. Finally, she reached out again, her hand going down to cradle his nuts. Her free hand joined Irene's on his length, sliding up and down, milking out a bubble of thick precum from his slit. Mike groaned as she touched him. He had fantasized about Lori before, forbidden daydreams of bending the boss over her desk and showing her what he could do. It looked like his fantasy was going to come true.

Clara was sitting on the other side of the car, smiling at Mike as the other women stroked his fat rod. "Are you going to come over here and join them?" Mike asked her.

"No," Clara said. "I want to watch you play with your pets."

Mike wanted to respond, but Irene leaned in and pressed her lips to his before he could think of something to say. He groaned into her mouth as Lori's thumb began running in small circles over his crown. Irene broke away, and then turned her head to Lori. Mike's former boss didn't hesitate. Her lips eagerly met Irene's, and Mike groaned again as the two women kissed in front of him. They separated with a quick gasp, Lori resting her forehead against Irene's while she smiled. She looked at Mike, her grin growing as she approached him. The first touch of her lips was electric, the long months of frustration and lust that had built up when he worked for her released in an instant. Their tongues fought, slick muscles wrestling for domination. Mike's cock, still wrapped in two hands, went as thick and as hard as it ever had. A veritable river of pre spilled from his tip. Lori pulled away from him, smiling at him while she gathered her breath. Her eyes began a slow trip down his body, until she was staring at his stiff rod. 

Mike brought his hand up to cup her cheek, his thumb gently stroking her skin. She closed her eyes and nuzzled against him, reveling in his touch. He slid his hand back, grabbing a fistful of her auburn hair. Lori moaned as he slowly dragged her down onto his cock. Her tongue stretched out, desperate for his taste. She swept around his crown, leaving a slick trail of spit wherever she went. Lori's lips touched down, kissing his cock as her tongue continued to lathe his rod. She swallowed him, moaning as his cock filled her mouth. Lori knew what she was doing, her lips and tongue working together to bring Mike to the brink.

Irene could see that she wasn't needed. She moved over to the other side of the car, leaving Lori to pleasure Mike. Clara smiled and reached out for the submissive girl, pulling her onto her lap. Clara and Irene were both focused on the oral worship occurring on the other side of the limo, but that didn't mean they couldn't have fun too. Clara's hand dipped inside Irene's shorts, seeking out her weeping cunt. She slipped two fingers into Irene's folds, hooking inside her to find her g-spot. Irene moaned and began kissing Clara's neck, her hand's going to the other woman's full breasts. 

Mike barely noticed the events happening on the other side of the limo. His complete attention was on the lips wrapped around his cock. He had never imagined that Lori had a side like this to her, she had always been so focused on work. But now here she was, slowly sinking his cock into her throat. She pulled off him with a gasp, her hands moving faster now, twisting and stroking up and down his spit soaked rod. Lori dipped her head down between his legs, her lips seeking out his balls. She buried her face in his sack, tongue and lips ready to receive his nuts. Mike moaned as she sucked on his heavy testicles. Her lips tugged at his sack, balls falling from her mouth with a wet pop over and over. 




Voice Activated Ch. 02



Lori let her tongue trail back up his shaft, until it was resting against his crown. She started moving it back and forth in little waves, stimulating his most sensitive spot. Her hands were moving faster, intent on milking him for every drop of cum. "I need it, Mike," Lori gasped. "Please, give it to me."

That was all Mike needed to hear. He leaned his head back against the seat and groaned, his balls pulling tight against his body. Thick ropes of cum spilled out of him, flying into Lori's mouth. She sealed her lips around him, greedily sucking down his hot load. He came for what felt like an eternity, a massive payload of spunk pouring from his tip. Lori swallowed it all, not a drop escaped the tight ring of her lips. She kept sucking on him after he was finished, making quiet trills deep in her throat as she enjoyed his taste. 

Mike slowly came back to reality. He realized the limo was stopped. Clara was watching him from across the car, a wicked grin on her face. Irene was on her lap, eyes distant as she slowly recovered from her own orgasm.

"We're here," Clara said. 

Brock Tower lived up to it's reputation. They took a private elevator up to the penthouse. The buttons were inlaid with gold. Mike started to get apprehensive as they went higher. He'd never lived in anything bigger than a one bedroom apartment since he'd moved out on his own. What would he do with something this big?

His worries didn't go away once they got to the penthouse. It was huge, amazingly so. The entire first floor was set up for entertaining. There was a giant, fully furnished kitchen, a dining room with a table like something out of a period drama, and the living room had possibly the biggest TV he'd ever seen. A balcony circled the entire floor. The second level was all bedrooms.There was a bed in the master room that could have held ten people. Mike sat down on it, his head spinning.

"Holy shit. What am I gonna do with this place?" He looked around and laughed a little.

Clara seemed happy. "I like it. You can really make a home here," She said. "You can turn a few of these bedrooms into a place for your servants."

"Servants?" Mike hadn't even thought of that. "Why would I need servants?"

"Cause this place is huge. Are you going to clean it? Or do the cooking?" Clara sat down next to him and draped an arm over his shoulder. "We'll find some pretty girls for you. They can take care of things. Maybe Irene can be in charge," She said, looking over at the other woman. "That would be nice, right Irene?"

Irene was beaming. "That would be a lot of fun. A few new girls that I can boss around."

Mike nodded, slowly coming around to accepting his new situation. "OK, yeah. We can do that." He stood. "Let's go check out the roof." 

The roof may as well have been a park. Thick grass cushioned their steps. a couple of tall trees sprouted from a corner, providing shade over a deep swimming pool. Mike gaped, turning in a slow circle, taking it all in.

"How in the hell did you do this?" He looked around some more. There were tables and benches, even a massive brick grill. One thing stood out, catching his eye. "Is that a landing pad for a helicopter?" He turned to Lori. "I was your assistant for a year, and I never knew you had a helicopter."

She shrugged. "I never needed you to know. It spends most of its time in a hanger anyway. I only take it out on special occasions."

Mike sensed the now familiar feeling of his dominance welling inside of him. Lori's tone wasn't what it should be here in his home. He didn't work for her anymore. "Interesting," He growled. "I'll be needing to know more about that in the future." He reached into her and found the switch that Clara had shown him how to install. 

Lori gasped when he flipped it, her eyes going wide, her mouth dropping open for a moment. "S-sorry. I wasn't thinking." Her fingers fussed with the buttons on her blouse. "Let me make it up to you."

Irene and Clara were standing behind her. Mike motioned to them, and they moved to either side of her. Their lips went to her neck, hands reaching for her blouse. Buttons went flying as they ripped it open. Her bra followed right behind. Clara paused when she got a look at Lori's exposed breasts.

"Goddamn, Lori." Clara hefted one of the tanned mounds. "There is no way that these are real."

They certainly didn't look like it. Lori's breasts were a pair of perfect half-globes, perched high on her chest. Her small nipples stuck out stiff and proud. Her breasts looked impossibly big on her slender torso.

"No." Lori blushed, and cupped her breasts. "I got these done years ago. I was always small, and I'd always loved pictures of girls with big fake breasts. So when I had the chance, I got some of my own." She smiled at Mike. "I did always like it when you stared at me."

Clara squeezed one of the full globes. "Well, you should compliment your surgeon. These are pretty great." 

She leaned in and sucked one of Lori's fat nipples into her mouth. Lori cradled her head, moaning as Clara's tongue swept across her thick bud. Irene joined in, her teeth gently biting at Lori's exposed flesh. Lori moaned, her eyes locked on Mike's. Clara and Irene's hands drifted to Lori's skirt, unzipping it and pushing it to the ground, along with her panties. 

Mike took a moment to appreciate Lori's naked form. Her full, fake breasts, her flat stomach, the thin strip of hair leading down to her pussy. He'd spent a year wondering what she looked like, alternating between wanting her and hating her. And now she was his. He began disrobing, eliciting another moan from her when he dropped his pants.

Clara and Irene brought their hands into the action, sliding their digits down Lori's stomach and across her pussy together, as though they had planned it. Lori moaned when they got to her sex, Clara's fingers massaging her clit while Irene focused on spreading her lips. The two women worshiped Mike's former boss, their lips locked around her nipples, fingers stroking and plunging into her sopping cunt. Lori was in heaven, she closed her eyes, cradling their heads against her chest as she savored their attention. All of a sudden, her eyes popped open and she let out a little squeak. Mike realized that Clara had sent her free hand towards Lori's backdoor.

"You have a nice asshole, Lori," Clara said, as she pulled away from Lori's nipple. "I'm sure Mike's going to enjoy fucking it in a little bit."

Lori moaned and stood up on her tiptoes as Clara forced her fingers deeper into the tight ring. A second finger followed. Lori stared into Clara's eyes, mouth open as she panted with need, relishing the feeling of Clara's digits plunging into her anus. Clara fucked her like that for a while, occasionally leaning in to plant a soft kiss on Lori's lips or to capture her nipple between her teeth. She brought Lori right to the edge before she stopped, her fingers gently withdrawing from Lori's twitching hole. Clara stepped behind her, reaching up to spread Lori's cheeks. Her tongue snaked out, running around Lori's ring, before dipping into the now slick hole. Irene took the opportunity to squat down in front of Lori, planting a kiss on her pussy before delving deep into her folds with fingers and tongue.

"Oh, fuck," Lori moaned, her hands going to Irene's head as she leaned forward. Her mouth gaped open, tongue hanging out as the two women explored her holes.

Mike decided it was time for him to step in. He had been watching the scene, slowly stroking his cock as Clara and Irene pleasured Lori. Now he moved closer, grabbing Lori's head and pulling her down on his rod. She wrapped her arms around his waist for support and swallowed him whole, taking his cock into her throat immediately as she pushed herself down. Mike waited until her nose touched his chest, and wrapped both of his hands into her hair before starting to fuck her throat. He pistoned into her, his cock going deep in her, drawing out a slick concoction of spit and pre. It dripped from his balls and down onto Irene's back, staining her top. Lori took his rod like she was born to do it, her eyes staring up at him adoringly as he fucked her face. Her other holes were doing their best to keep up. Clara had her fingers buried in Lori's ass, her tongue sweeping around the tight ring. Irene's hand was a blur as she fucked Lori's dripping pussy, three fingers rapidly slipping across her g-spot. 

It didn't take long for Lori to cum. She screamed around Mike's cock, a waterfall of nectar pouring from her pussy, splashing on Clara and Irene's chests. She twitched held in place by the three bodies around her, until she couldn't take any more. Lori pushed off of Mike's cock, gasping for breath as she tried to escape Clara and Irene's clutches. She took a couple of stumbling steps, and then fell down onto the grass. Her hips jerked, the aftershocks of her orgasm still running through her. 

Irene and Clara stood back up, Irene running a hand across her lips where Lori's nectar had sprayed on to her. They quickly stripped, trading their girlcum soaked clothes for the open air. Clara pulled Irene into an embrace, kissing her deeply, trading the taste of Lori's holes. It didn't take long before they were on the ground, positioning themselves for a sixty-nine. Clara moaned as she ground her pussy into Irene's face, and then dipped her head to get a taste of the other woman's honey.

Mike could see that they had things under control. He walked over to Lori, his spit soaked rod still rock hard. He grabbed her legs, turning her onto her back and then hoisting her up until she was resting on her shoulders. Lori's spread legs revealed her asshole, wet and inviting after Clara's rimjob. Mike squatted down a little, spearing her slick pussy with his cock. Lori moaned as he fucked her. Her sounds of passion trailed off in a whine as he pulled out of her. Mike had another hole in mind. He placed the tip of his lubed cock onto Lori's ring, and began to push.

"Oh, shit," Lori moaned, her hands going to her cheeks, spreading them wider to ease Mike's passage. "Yes, yes, yes. Yes!" He plunged deeper, until he was hitled in her bowels. "Yes, baby! Fuck my ass!"

Mike didn't need a second invitation. He began thrusting into her, long plunging strokes that had his cock traveling the length of her anal cavity. Lori was thrusting back up at him, pushing her asshole onto his rod. The octave of her moans rose, until she was screaming her lust to the skies. Clara and Irene, their attention drawn, disengaged from their mutual pussy eating, and made their way over to Mike and Lori. They settled on their knees to either side of Lori, each of them claiming a breast with one hand, while their other hands went to her pussy. They spread her open, and then filled her up, a jumble of fingers delving between her folds, their thumbs massaging her clit. Lori was overwhelmed by the attention, her hips jerking, her mouth locked open as constant screams of ecstasy poured from her throat. Her pussy clamped around Clara and Irene's fingers, and they pulled out at the right moment. An eruption of girlcum squirted from Lori's pussy, coating her breasts and face. Clara and Irene filled her right back up, finger fucking her until she erupted again. And again.

Clara looked up at Mike, a look of pure lust on her face. "Cum in her ass, baby. Cum in her so I can eat it out of her."

She didn't have to say it a second time. He thrust deep into Lori's ass. With a deep moan, he came, a river of cum pouring from his cock into her bowels. He continued to thrust, a new rope of spunk shooting out of him each time he bottomed out in her. Eventually, he was finished. Mike stepped back, and then fell onto his ass, completely drained. Clara made good on her promise, her tongue messily exploring Lori's backdoor, sweeping up all the cum she could get. 

Later, much later, they were in the master bed, completely exhausted. They must have fucked in every room of the apartment. Clara was cuddled up next to Mike, her head resting on his chest. Irene and Lori were down near the foot of the massive bed in a tangle of limbs, sweat and cum still glistening on their skin in the weak moonlight. Mike was still awake, his body stiff and sore. Something was bothering him.

"Clara, are you awake?" He asked softly.

She stirred beside him. "What? Yeah, yeah. I'm up. What is it?" Her voice was thick with sleep.

"Can I borrow the car in the morning?"

"Sure, go ahead." She was already starting to drift away. "Why?"

"I want to go see my family."

"What?" Clara sat up, a mask of sleepy confusion covering her face. She rubbed her eyes with one hand. "Wait, we talked about this. I don't think that's a good idea."

"I know what you said. I still want to do it."

She looked at him for a moment. "OK," She said, obviously resigned to the idea. "If that's what you want to do." Clara reached out a foot, nudging the sleeping forms at the end of the bed. "Wake up you two. Mike's going to visit his family. We need to tire him out now so he doesn't get in trouble." He hand wrapped around his cock, stroking his already hardening rod. 

The next morning, Mike took the car to his family's home. He sat out front for a while, wondering if he was doing the right thing. He had only gone home once since he'd met Clara, and that was just to get some of his things before moving into Clara's house. She had come with him, placing gentle suggestions into his parent's minds so that they wouldn't question his sudden move. As far as they knew, he had a new job that kept him busy, and a new place of his own. Mike supposed that they were right, in a way. 

Four minds burned in the house. His parents were in the kitchen, probably eating lunch and reading the paper. Mike's sister, Nicole, and their cousin, Maura, were in the basement. There was a family room down there. Maybe they were watching a movie. Mike didn't want to reach too deep into their minds, afraid of what he would find. The revelation that his sister and cousin were fucking had been one of the most shocking things he'd learned since he'd gained his powers. He wasn't really sure he wanted to know more.

Finally, Mike made up his mind. He paused on the front step, unsure if he should knock or just walk in. It was still his house, so he decided to just head on in. 

"Hello?" He announced as he entered.

His father stuck his head around the corner. "Mike! I didn't know you were coming over." He wrapped his son up in a hug. "I was wondering when we'd see you again."

"Yeah," Mike said when his father put him down. "Work's been keeping me pretty busy. I'm sorry it took me so long to come over."

His mother swept around to hug him too, and then dragged him into the kitchen to get some food into him. His parents quizzed him while he ate. How was work? Did he like his new place? Had he met any nice girls? Mike kept his answers vague, but truthful. Work was interesting, but challenging in ways he hadn't expected. The new apartment was awesome. And yes, he had met a nice girl. A few of them, at that. But his parents didn't need to know those details. Just like they didn't need to know what he'd spent all of last night doing to those girls. 

"Oh! I should go get your sister," His mother said, rising from her chair a little. Mike waved her back into her seat. 

"I can go find her. And Maura. You don't need to go looking for them." Mike got up from the table and made his way down to the basement, his heartbeat suddenly loud in his ears. 

Nicole and Maura sat up quickly when they heard him coming down the stairs. Mike saw them hastily rearrange their clothes, and knew he had interrupted them. But despite that, they were genuinely happy to see him. He sat down in a chair across from the couch they were on. Mike couldn't help but notice that they were sitting very close together, their thighs touching. He tried to ignore it as they talked. The girl's had just as many questions about his life as his parents did. He tried to answer as best as he could. But the knowledge of their relationship was eating at them, and he finally had to say something.

"So, have either of you met someone nice at school?" Mike figured that was a good way to ease into it.

Maura and Nicole looked at each other, and blushed. His cousin spoke first. "I think we're both feeling out our options, you know?"

"I get that." Mike nodded, and looked at them for a second, trying to see if they'd say it first. "Look, I know, about you two. I can't tell you how I know, but I do."

It was interesting to see their reactions. Nicole went as white as a sheet, the blood draining from her face. She looked close to panic. Maura blushed, but she stared at Mike with a naked challenge in her eyes. 

Maura reached out and took Nicole's hand. "So someone told you. That's alright, cause we don't care." She looked at Nicole. "Right? I love you, and I don't care who knows."

Nicole was looking better, the color returning to her face. "Right. I love you too. But Mike, you can't tell mom and dad. It would kill them."

"I wasn't going to tell them. If you guys are happy, then I shouldn't try and stop it." He thought for a moment. "They'll find out eventually. Especially if you're fooling around down here. I may not be the most observant guy around, but I could tell what you were doing when I walked down the stairs."

They both blushed at that. "We'll be careful," Maura said.

"Good." Mike could feel something stirring inside him, the urge to reach out and take both girls rising. He tried to shove the feeling down, but it was like trying to wrestle with a wild animal. He rose, knowing that if he didn't leave he would do something that he'd regret. "I have to get going guys. It was nice to see you."

They hugged him as he left, and Maura kissed him on the cheek. The feeling of their bodies against his threatened to burst the dam of his self control. He made a hasty retreat, saying goodbye to his parents on his way out. He returned to the car, sinking into the seat with a sigh.

"Goddamn." Clara had been right. Every fiber of his being wanted to return to the house and make his sister and cousin kneel in front of him. The image of them kissing, sharing a thick load of his cum suddenly flashed into his mind. His cock was like a steel rod in his pants. He had to get back to the apartment, so that Irene and Lori could help him relieve some of this pressure. "Let's go," He said to the driver.

Mike turned in his seat, and watched the house he grew up in slowly recede behind them.He knew that he'd probably never see it again. He was suddenly filled with relief at the thought.



Voice Activated Ch. 03



"Why are we doing this here? I thought this was all about welcoming me into the club. Shouldn't we be at my place in town?"

Mike and Clara we standing at the front door of Clara's mansion, watching as the small motorcade made its way up her driveway. He was wearing a dark suit, she was in a long gown of some shimmering green fabric.

"It's not just about you. She's also here to congratulate me on doing such a good job being your mentor." The motorcade was pulling up now, two big SUVs flanking a long limo. "And Councilwoman De Luca doesn't like cities. She grew up in Italy during the Renaissance. Thinks modern cities are 'without culture'. And my house is better for security anyway."

As if to validate what Clara had just said, the doors on the SUVs opened, and a party of very large, very dangerous looking men got out. One of them walked to the limo to open the door, the rest spread out around the vehicles, radiating a sense of feral watchfulness. Mike wondered what all the security was about anyway. Maybe a member of the Council had enemies that he didn't understand. The door to the limo opened, and Councilwoman De Luca emerged. 

"Whoa."

She was an impressive sight. A tall woman, with sensuous curves, long black hair spilling in waves down her back. Some sort of corset-like garment encircled her midsection, leaving her breasts bare. A pair of knee high black boots were the only other clothes she wore. Rubies the size of quail's eggs hung on golden rings from her nipples. Two more women got out of the limo behind her, De Luca's assistants. They were dressed just as provocatively as their mistress. Tight black skirts covered their legs. A golden chain stretched between each nipple.Black masks covered their faces, rendering them featureless. Judging from the way the women navigated the stairs, Mike assumed their masks were thin enough to see through.

He leaned towards Clara and whispered. "What's up with the costumes?"

"She likes to make an impression," Clara replied, and then reached out a hand for the Councilwoman. "Councilwoman De Luca, welcome to my home. You honor me with your presence."

The Councilwoman took Clara's hand as she reached the top of the stairs. "Thank you, Ms. Barrows. It's a pleasure to be here." She swung her gaze onto Mike. He found himself transfixed by a pair of the greenest eyes he'd ever seen. "Mr. Engler, it is very nice to meet you. I'm always delighted when another person joins our ranks." Her voice was deep and melodious, with just a hint of some exotic accent. "Let's get down to business, shall we?"

They settled together in one of the many rooms of Clara's home. Mike was on the couch. The Councilwoman sat across from him, her assistants kneeling on the floor to either side of her. Clara sat off to the side, looking happy, but a little nervous.

A small smile graced the Councilwoman's lips. "Let's get the formalities out of the way first." One of her assistants was holding a small tablet and stylus, ready to record her mistress's words. "On this day, October 15th of the Christian calendar, I, Councilwoman Francesca De Luca, do hereby welcome Michael Engler into the community of the Changed. By my authority I do invest in him all rights, privileges, and duties associated with his new position. May he prosper under the guidance of the Council." Her words had the inflection of something that had been said many times over the years, but there was still power behind them. "Mr. Engler, there is but one test that I must administer. The test of strength."

Clara had warned him that something like this would probably happen. "I'm ready."

"Very good." De Luca gestured to one of her assistants. "You will attempt to make Kimiko experience an orgasm. I will try to stop you. Understood?"

He nodded.

"Very well, you may begin."

Mike reached into the assistant, quickly finding the center of her arousal. But something blocked him from approaching it. He realized that De Luca was in the woman's mind with him. It was a strange feeling. He'd shared minds with Clara before, but they had always been working together. To have another person actively opposing him was new. He pushed against her barrier, and felt it sag a little. The Councilwoman's eyes went wide as he applied pressure. The wall gave way, and he dove into the assistant's lust. She gasped, a quick, quiet sound, and began shifting her hips. Mike knew what to do now, quickly manipulating the woman's mind. The assistant moaned, one of her hands pressing between her legs. Suddenly, there was an almost physical pressure applied to his presence, trying to shove him aside. He diverted part of his attention, and pushed back at De Luca. She kept coming at him, kept trying to dislodge him from his perch in Kimiko's mind, but she was too late. The assistant began to shake, and slowly crumpled down on the floor as an orgasm raced through her. Mike withdrew, suddenly exhausted by the effort. He was covered in sweat. 

The Councilwoman was smiling at him. "Very good, Mr. Engler. It's been a long time since I was bested in a competition of strength." She looked over at her other assistant, still writing on her tablet. "This concludes the formal portion of the induction ceremony. Now, I'm sure you have many questions. I will do my best to answer them."

Mike nodded. There was so much that he wanted to know. One question in particular was at the forefront of his mind. "Why an orgasm? Why is that the test?"

She shrugged. "Because it is simple. Because it's straightforward. And because it fits with our nature. I'm sure you've noticed that sexual power and domination is a large part of our mentality. And am I right in assuming that your first real use of your power was sexual in nature?"

"You are," Mike admitted.

"That's how it is for most of us. And sex continues to be a dominant force in our lives, even as we learn what else we can do. There isn't any point in denying it." She paused for a moment. "If this were the old days I could have asked you to force a slave to cut their own hand off. From what I understand such things were distressingly common. I hope you'll agree that this is much more civilized."

"I do." Mike couldn't even imagine what that would be like, to be responsible for pain like that. "Thank you for not asking me to do that."

De Luca smiled. "That ended before even I joined the ranks of the Changed. The Council frowns on those sort of excesses."

"Well, that's good," Mike said. "But other than stopping people from cutting each other's hands off, why do we have a Council? A government? It all seems a little bureaucratic for a bunch of psychic immortals."

De Luca contemplated his question for a moment. "If you wanted, do you think that your abilities would allow you to take control of this country? Could you become the King of America?" 

Mike thought about it for a moment. If he could meet the right people, get in the right rooms... "Yeah, I could probably do something like that."

"Of course you could. Even the most strong-willed person cannot resist us. And in the past, the Changed would often take control of entire nations. Until another, stronger member of our community came along and overthrew them." 

Mike thought back to Clara's lesson about protecting his mind from predatory members of their community. 

De Luca was still talking. "Such an event, a war between two of the Changed, was catastrophic. From what we understand, many of the myths of conflicts between gods emerged from two of the Changed trying to kill each other." She smiled. "Of course, we don't throw lightning or carry magical hammers, but how else would ancient people explain those around them suddenly going mad, or dropping dead for no reason."

"Sounds bad," Mike said.

"Bad is an understatement. It was potentially ruinous for humanity. We're all lucky that there were so few of us back then. Less of a chance for someone to really fuck up."

"So what happened?"

"Alexander happened." De Luca smirked. "The little bastard apparently preferred to fight with his hands over using his abilities. But that didn't stop him from conquering most of the known world. By that time there were enough of the Changed to know each other. And to decide that something had to be done. Ten of them organized a resistance to Alexander, fomented a mutiny in his army, and eventually killed him in his palace in Babylon. They were the First Council."

"So the Council exists to stop one of us from trying to take over the world?"

"The Council protects the world from the worst excesses of the Changed," De Luca said. "We protect humanity,from us and from themselves, and we guide humanity into the best possible future."

Mike was confused. "What do you have to do with guiding humanity?"

She fixed her gaze upon him. "We are immortal. We see the big picture, and we make long term plans. Our lives are not all about living in glorious mansions and fucking a new girl every day. We have a vested interest in making sure the world endures, and that humanity progresses in a fashion that ensures its survival. Humans, especially those with power, can be stupid and short sighted. We try to make sure they don't make any bad decisions. When I welcomed you, I mentioned the duties that come with being a member of this community. Do you remember?"

"I do."

"Someday, the Council may call upon you to undertake a task for us. A politician influenced, or an idea planted in the mind of a scientist. With the help of the Changed we have guided humanity for thousands of years. From behind the scenes, without taking complete control. That is how we ensure our survival."

"I guess when you put it that way, it makes sense." Mike thought about what he could be capable of, without the moderating influence of De Luca and those like her. "Are we that big of a threat? I mean, how many of us are there?"

"Now that you have joined us, the council represents 488 of the changed." Her smile fell a little. "Of course, there are some few who value independence over cooperation. There are not many of them, and we monitor their activities closely."

It was a lot to contemplate.The conversation moved away from Mike's questions, and De Luca turned to Clara, congratulating her on successfully mentoring Mike through his transition. Mike barely heard what she was saying. He couldn't stop thinking about what the Councilwoman had said. Almost 500 people like him, working together to guide humanity into the future. He had been wondering what his purpose was, why the voice had chosen him. Now he knew. 

The meeting finished up not long after. De Luca and her assistants made their way back to the limo, stopping at the top of the stairs to make their goodbyes. 

"It was truly wonderful to meet you, Mr. Engler," The Councilwoman said, smiling up at Mike. He still couldn't get over how green her eyes were. "I hope that we can work together in the future. I think you'll be a fantastic asset to our community."

Mike and Clara watched as the motorcade pulled out. When they went back inside, Clara swept him up into a passionate hug, her mouth pressed against his. 

"Holy shit," She said, once she finally broke away from him. "That was incredible. I knew you were strong, but I never thought you might be stronger than De Luca."

Mike raised one eyebrow. "Is that a big deal?"

"A big deal?" She kissed him again. "I forget that you've only been doing this for a little while. It's an incredibly big deal. Out of all of us, only one or two might be stronger than she is. It's one of the reasons why she sits on the council." Clara tipped her head back and let out a delighted laugh. "God, the look on her face when her assistant came. I couldn't tell whether she was pissed or impressed."

"So I did good?"

Clara pulled him back into her embrace and kissed him again, hungrily this time. "Mmm, you did better than good. I think you should be rewarded for how good that was."

They left a trail of clothes and shoes from the front door to Clara's bedroom. Mike was down to just his pants by the time they stumbled in. He fumbled at the complex arrangement of buttons and clasps at the back of Clara's dress.

"Just rip it off," She gasped, her hands groping for his cock through his pants. "I can get another one."

Mike did just that, buttons popping off and seams splitting as he tore the dress away from her. She wasn't wearing anything underneath, her perfect body on display as the last shreds of the dress pooled around her feet. Mike was transfixed. 

Clara saw how he looked at her. She smiled as she laid back on the bed. "Do you like what you see?" She spread her legs, displaying the full mound of her pussy. "Come and show me how much you like it."

Mike crawled between her thighs, inhaling the clean, womanly scent of her cunt. He look his time with her, not diving right into her center. He kissed the skin of her thighs, drifting over her pussy with the gentlest of touches from his lips. His breath feathered out across her labia, making her moan and whine. Her clit was already engorged and peaking out from its hood. He ignored i the for now, enjoying himself as Clara's moans took on an increasingly pleading tone. 

She reached down and grabbed a handful of his hair, pushing his face down on her cunt. "You tease," She gasped. "Get in there already."

Mike did what he was told. His tongue snaked out to part her lips, the slick petals of her pussy opening up as he probed into her. She was already wet, her nectar leaking out for him. his tongue pushed into her, while his upper lip nudged against her clit. Mike ran his hands along Clara's sides, until they reached her breasts. He tweaked her fat nipples, and squeezed her tits until she threw her head back in pleasure. 

"Mmm, fuck," She gasped. "I like it when you take control like that."

Mike lifted his head up for a moment to smile at her, his lips wet with her desire. He didn't say anything, he just locked eyes with her for a moment before his tongue reached out and flicked across her clit. Mike sucked her clit into his mouth, using his lips to stimulate its entire surface. Two fingers went into her pussy, stroking against her g-spot. Clara's legs wrapped around his shoulders, her thighs clamping down on his head. She let out a long, wavering moan, the walls of her pussy flexing around him as she came. 

Clara was writhing against hip, her hips moving in time with the vibrations racing down her legs. Mike rode the waves of her orgasm, fingers still working, tongue and lips still locked on her clit. It wasn't like could go anywhere else. 

She finally let him go, her legs swinging off his shoulders as she rolled to the side. "Oh, mmm." Clara had a vacant, blissed out look on her face. "You've gotten pretty good at that."

"I've had a lot of practice." Mike stood and began undoing his belt. "I think it's your turn now."

Clara sat up on her knees and threw Mike a sultry grin. "Is it? You want me to suck your cock?" She didn't wait for an answer, reaching out to pull down his zipper and jerk his pants down. Released from its confinement, Mike's cock almost hit Clara in the face as it sprang up. "Wow. I guess it is my turn."

She leaned in, her hot lips running down the side of his shaft. Her tongue darted out, leaving a wet trail down his length as Clara savored his taste. Mike gasped as her lips encircled one of his balls. Clara applied a little suction, pulling gently at his testicle before shifting over to the other. Her hand was wrapped around him, slowly stroking his cock as she moved back and forth between his balls. Mike was in heaven, his cock achingly hard, a dribble of precum oozing from his tip with every stroke of Clara's hand. 

Clara finished up with his balls, leaving them wet with her spit. She moved back up his shaft, her tongue tracing the veins on his underside. Her lips brushed against the spongy ridge of his tip, her tongue tracing around him. She swept up the the trickle of pre flowing from Mike with a hungry moan. Clara lock eyes with him as she engulfed him, moving so slowly that Mike though he might go insane from lust. He reached up a hand to grab her head and force her down, anything to increase the sensation of her mouth around him. But she brushed him away.

Her lips inched down his cock, slowly, but without stopping. He passed over her tongue until he felt the entrance of her throat pressing around his tip. Clara didn't hesitate, she just kept moving forward at the same agonizingly slow pace. Mike's cock stretched her throat, his tip entering her depths as she continued to swallow him. Finally, she reached his base, her nose touching his stomach. She held there for a moment, before reversing her journey at the same slow pace. All ten inches od Mike's shaft revealed themselves, covered in Clara's spit. When she was done she pulled completely off his shaft, strings of spit connecting her lips to his cock. She looked Mike in the eyes, took a deep breath, and started over again.

Over and over again, Clara throated Mike's cock, gaining a little speed each time. Eventually she achieved a smooth rhythm, gliding up and down his cock as he gasped and shook above her. Clara had mastered this technique long ago, and Mike couldn't hold out for too long. He could feel his balls tightening, his orgasm approaching. She could feel it too, the telltale swelling of his cock alerting her. Clara pushed down to his base, looking up at Mike and smiling a little around his shaft. Mike grabbed the back of her head and pushed as deep as he could go. Cum raced up his cock, his muscled pumping thick spurts of the stuff directly into Clara's throat. She swallowed it all, her throat working around him, milking out every drop of spunk.

When it was all done she slowly withdrew, her lips tight against him, squeezing out every last drop of cum. Clara grinned up at him, licking her lips as she began slowly stroking his cock again. "I hope that's not all you have for me." She squeezed his shaft a little, making Mike gasp. He was still incredibly sensitive. 

Mike didn't even say anything. He just grabbed her under the arms and threw her back on the bed. Clara rolled over onto her stomach, looking back at him with a sultry grin. She grasped one one of her asscheeks, pulling it to the side to reveal her asshole and dripping wet cunt. Mike crawled onto the bed with her. He entered her from behind, his cock as hard as a steel rod. 

They were beyond words now, simply gasping and moaning together. Mike reached underneath Clara to grasp roughly at her breast. She turned her head and they kissed, their tongues dueling as Mike thrust into her over and over. His cock was scraping across her g-spot, making waves of pleasure explode across her body. Clara was writhing under him, her pussy squeezing and releasing around him as her muscles began twitching involuntarily. She moaned into his mouth as she came, her pussy clenching down around him like a vise. That was enough to set Mike off, and he thrust into her one last time as his cum began to shoot from him. 

They cuddled for a while after, lying together silently as the late afternoon sun spilled in through the windows.

Mike looked down at Clara, and felt like he should say something. But before he could, he heard a noise in the distance. A slight rumble, followed by a fury of popping. He looked outside. "What the hell is that?"

Clara shot out of the bed. "Shit." She looked down at the ruins of her dress. "Fuck it." She was halfway out the door before she turned back to Mike. "Stay here. I'll take care of this."

"Take care of what?" But she was gone, the door closing behind her. 

Mike sat on the bed, wondering what the hell was happening. There were more noises, louder now. It almost sounded like gunfire. He decided to go find out for himself.




Voice Activated Ch. 03



He had just got his pants on when the door burst open. Mike found himself staring down the barrel of a pistol. He froze, hands going up of their own accord. 

The pistol's owner was a petite woman, her brown hair an untidy mess surrounding a jewel-like face. She was wearing olive green pants and a khaki jacket, the sort of clothes that Mike mentally sorted into rebel casual. 

She smiled at him, and he was struck by how beautiful she was. "You're going to tell me everything you know."

He felt her presence in his mind. She was one of the Changed, then. Mike didn't know what she wanted, but he knew what to do now. He pushed back against her, thrusting her presence out of him by sheer force of will.

She looked shocked, like he'd struck an almost physical blow. She actually took a couple of steps back. The pistol dropped slightly. But her face hardened. "So that's how it is. I guess I can do this the old fashioned way." The pistol came back up. "Who are you? And why was De Luca here?"

"Fuck!" Mike flinched away from the pistol's barrel. Pointed straight at him, it looked about ten feet wide. "My name's Mike. And she was here to talk to me." He opened one eye, hoping that the pistol was pointing somewhere else. He was disappointed.

The woman frowned. "Why the fuck would De Luca want to talk with you?"

"To welcome me! I'm new, and it's tradition or something."

She scowled, and took another step closer to him. "Bullshit. De Luca? Here to talk to you? The Council's queen-bitch enforcer doesn't come all this way to talk to a fucking newbie." The pistol was pressed right up against his forehead now. 

Mike was frozen, he didn't dare move. "I swear to fucking God! That was all she was here for. She didn't even stay very long."

The woman looked like she was about to say something else, but she suddenly tilted her head to the side. "Go ahead. No. I don't have anything. Just a terrified newbie who doesn't know shit." It took Mike a second to realize that she wasn't talking to him. She must've had a radio. "OK. Meet me at the link-up point." Her conversation over, she looked back at Mike. "Your lucky day, I'm leaving now. And you get to live. Word of advice. Steer clear of De Luca."

And just like that she was gone, the sound of her footsteps receding down the hallway. Mike slowly sat down, until his back was propped up against the bed. He took in a couple of deep breaths. That was where Clara found him.

She was still naked, except for the pistol in her hand. A couple of her staff followed, equally well armed. "Mike, baby. Are you OK?"

Mike looked up at her. "What the hell was that?" He told her about his encounter with the woman. "Who was she?"

Clara sat down next to him. "Do you remember how De Luca said that there were some of us who don't accept the Council's authority? She was one of them."

"De Luca didn't say that they were some sort of armed resistance." Mike could still the the barrel of the pistol in his mind. He shivered a little.

Clara put an arm around his and sighed. "It's... complicated. There aren't many independents, but they really don't like the Council. There's a lot of bad blood on both sides." She paused. "I try to stay out of the politics, and I recommend you do the same."

"Why was she here?"

"Probably looking to get De Luca, or at least find out some information that could help her do that. The Councilwoman has been around for a long time. She's made some enemies. She's been aggressive in trying to bring the independents back into the fold, and that rubs them the wrong way."

Mike shook his head. "Is this what life is like now? Now that I'm loyal to the Council?"

Clara smiled at him. "Not often. This sort of thing is rare." She looked around her, a sad expression on her face. "Though now that they know where I live, it might be time to find a new home."

Clara moved into Mike's apartment while she looked for a new place to live. There were plenty of mansions and estates available to choose from, at least there were for someone with her abilities. But she claimed to be unable to find one that suited her. Mike suspected that she just liked living with him. Not that he minded, he liked having Clara around as well.

With Clara's help he had transformed the apartment into a proper home. Mike had never really had the money or the opportunity to actually decorate a place. He had always been stuck with the cheapest hand-me-down furniture he could get. Interior design was not a skill he had expected to pick up. But he liked it. Mike found that he favored a simple, clean look. Lot's of dark wood and comfortable chairs. 

They had hired a staff, six young women to cook and clean, and entertain. Mike had made sure to only select girls who would enjoy that sort of life. He didn't want to accidentally derail someone from their chosen path just to become his servant. To his surprise, he found out that many people harbored secret fantasies of being placed in that very role. Getting paid to do it was just a bonus for them. 

He placed Irene in charge of the help. She ruled over them with an iron fist. That was another surprise. With Mike, Irene was submissive and accommodating, always up for whatever Mike wanted to do. With the girls, she was a tyrant. By the end of the first day, she had fucked all six of them. Mike had placed a gentle suggestion in each of their minds to be open to the idea of sleeping with their employers, to be sure. But he hadn't expected Irene to be so aggressive about it. It made Mike wonder what she would have been like if he hadn't come around. 

Irene even selected a uniform, which didn't really add up to much clothing. Heels, thigh high stocking, a skirt so small it was more like a belt. Mike found it amusing, but he didn't exactly mind. And it wasn't long until he found himself woken up most mornings by a gentle blow job from one of the girls. He decided that leaving Irene in charge was definitely the right move. 

Three weeks after De Luca's visit, and the attack that followed, Mike threw a party at his place. Lori had insisted. She said that if she didn't host her usual orgy, people would start to ask questions. That was the last thing Mike wanted, so he agreed. 

The orgy seemed to start like any fancy party. Various wealthy people mingled in his home, sipping drinks and eating expensive appetizers. A fair number of the not so wealthy, but very beautiful, had also been invited. Everyone knew what they were here for, but no one wanted to start the festivities too early.

Lori introduced Mike as a business associate. There was no point in revealing that he had moved in. Mike met a few interesting people, and made a mental note to talk with them in the future. One thing that Clara had made sure to teach him was the importance of cultivating influence with powerful people. It was always easier to control someone subtly over time than it was to do it in a moment with brute force. 

Mike was talking with a local politician when she walked in. It took him a moment to recognize him. Her messy hair was pulled back into an elegant bun, a golden net studded with gems holding it in place. She had traded her rugged combat gear for a black dress that clung to her body like oil. It was slit past the waist on both sides, revealing her legs with every step. She found Mike immediately, a small smile passing across her lips as they made eye contact. He felt a chill as he remembered the pistol in her hand. She turned into the crowd, and was gone. 

Mike realized that he had completely missed what the man talking to him had been saying. "I'm sorry," Mike said. "I have to go talk to someone." 

He found Clara on the roof, standing alone looking out over the city. She smiled as he walked up. "This is one hell of a view, I'll give you that."

Mike didn't have time for the view. "She's here."

"Who?"

"The women who held me at gunpoint."

"Seriously?" Clara looked skeptical. "Are you sure?"

"Positive. I'm not exactly going to forget that face." Mike was furious. "She walked in, looked me dead in the eye, and then vanished into the crowd."

Clara thought for a moment. "Well, there are two of us against one of her. And unlike last time she didn't try to shoot anyone on the way in. Maybe she's just here for the orgy?"

"Very funny. What do we do?"

"Keep an eye out for her, try and get her isolated, and see what she wants. She knows you're stronger than she is. I don't think she'll try anything."

"That's comforting."

Clara smiled and stroked a hand across his cheek. "That's what I'm here for."

Mike went back inside. Things had progressed while he was talking to Clara. Drinks had been set aside, and most people were in various states of undress. Mike saw Irene in a far corner, already sandwiched between two men, their hands pawing over here as she stroked both of their cocks. Any other time he would have joined in, but he needed to find that woman. 

He made a circuit through the apartment, as things grew increasingly debaucherous around him. Couples, threesomes, foursomes, and ambitious groups of all sizes were coalescing around him. Mike saw his maids joining in enthusiastically. A small part of him was happy that he'd found women who could so easily become part of that lifestyle. 

Mike still couldn't find her. Maybe he had been wrong, maybe it hadn't been the same woman. He was almost ready to give up. But then there she was. Mike saw her across the room. She was talking with Lori. Mike almost felt his heart stop when she leaned in and kissed her. His anger flared again. Not only was she here, invading his home, she was trying to take one of his people. He watched as the woman took Lori by the hand and led her out onto the balcony. 

It took Mike a while to make it across the room. At every step he had to fend off grasping hands and step over tangles of writhing bodies. The balcony was mostly empty. Except for the woman, sitting back in a lounge chair, and Lori, her head buried between the woman's legs. 

They must have been at it the entire time that Mike had been fighting his way across the room. He could tell that she was close, her eyes half closed, her cheeks flushed. She looked up as he walked out on the balcony, smiling at him. That just made Mike angrier. Why wasn't she afraid of him?

She began to twitch and moan as walked over, pushing Lori away as he approached. "Oh, that was very nice, dear." She looked up at Mike. "Is she one of yours?"

"She is," He growled. "And if you've done anything to her..."

"Please," She interrupted. "I'm not that sort of person. Unlike your councilwoman. And even if I was, that's not why I'm here."

Mike looked at Lori. She seemed confused, but otherwise fine. "Are you OK?"

"Yeah, I'm good. I was just having some fun."

"OK. Can you go back inside, please?"

Lori nodded, and headed back into the apartment. Mike turned to the woman. "So what are you here for?"

She gestured to one of the nearby chairs, waiting until Mike was settled to talk. "My name is Larissa, and I wanted to speak with you."

"About what?"

"I, and those like me, are concerned that you're only getting one half of the story about the Changed and our place in the world."

"I see. How is your story different then?"

"I'm sure De Luca told you that the Council guides humanity, and tries to direct it to a better future. Well it's all lies. They keep humanity down. They suppress anything that might truly allow regular humans to be in control of their destinies."

Mike raised an eyebrow. "That isn't what the councilwoman said."

Larissa leaned in. "De Luca is a monster!" Her voice was a harsh whisper. "If you knew the things that I did, you'd be begging to join me right now."

Mike leaned back, unconvinced. "So, you don't give me any evidence, you just want me to believe. Do you give this pitch to all the newbies?"

Larissa looked slightly embarrassed. "No," She admitted. "We would usually let them learn on their own how fucked up things are. But you..." She pointed at him. "You're strong. Really strong. And I wasn't kidding the other day when I said that De Luca doesn't make trips to induct people. She has underlings for that. There's something special about you that made her pay attention. And that makes me pay attention."

"How would De Luca know how strong I am? We only did the test on that day."

Larissa stood, and shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe ask your mentor." She reached into her cleavage and pulled out a card. "If you ever have any questions, call that number." She handed it to Mike and walked away.

He put the card in his pocket as he watched her go. Larissa looked back at him one last time before she entered the apartment, and Mike was suddenly afraid. What didn't he know?