1 comments/ 40916 views/ 1 favorites Control, Sam, Control Finale By: Citadel 10-16 in progress East 17th Street, any unit can deal? Unit 12 responding... The police radio chattered in the background as the two officers walked towards the warehouse. They were on a mission to prove that the Commander was right when she said the informant was a delusional but, as Susan had insisted that they check out her claims, they approached with the usual detached professionalism that marked the LCPD. All seemed quiet but the side-door had been forced, fairly recently too, and this was enough to make them draw their weapons as they entered the darkness. "Police Officers, is anyone in there?" Only the echo replied to question. Their eyes became accustomed to the gloom and revealed the grisly secrets of the interior, two corpses, which had been brutally mutilated. Most importantly for their mission one of them had indeed been burned and then had strips of flesh removed. "Jesus Jerry... " "I know... call it in Lou, I am going to look around a bit more" "Unit 50 to control, I have an urgent message for the Commander. Tell her that woman is right and then get scenes-of-crime down here. We're gonna need some extra hands as well or the media will be all over this place in an hour" "Roger Unit 50, additional units and SOC will be dispatched. Your message will be relayed to Commander Williams" Mary Williams returned to her office with a stunned look on her face, so Susan knew that the officers had managed to match her description to the warehouse when Sam had killed Gary. A quiet sense of relief washed over her as she began to believe she may get some police help now. "They found the bodies, just as you said they would Mrs Summers. I am sorry to have doubted you but your story is, to be blunt, incredible." "I know and I don't expect you to believe it all right now. I've lived through all the events I have described and even I am having trouble in believing how completely he violated me." "I'm a believer in physic-powers, Mrs Summers, to an extent at any rate. I've controversially used a physic myself on a few cases in the past, with mixed but overall positive results. Perhaps you had a physic premonition and have confused it with reality... " The Commander was interrupted by a knock on her door. "Come in" A detective entered holding a folder, which he promptly spread on the captain's desk "Sorry to interrupt but central records have completed their check against the description provided by Mrs Summers. Without physical evidence to cross-check they cannot be certain but they are pretty sure they have a match out of New York" Another mental blow hit Mary as she realised that a simple premonition could not have provided the description. "Go on John, what have you got for me?" "Samuel Rose, born and bred in NYC and a juvenile delinquent since he was 9. Petty offences, mainly violent, until he was 17 and then he disappears from the arrest record for 5 years" "He reformed?" "Nope, just looks like he stopped getting arrested because he came back with a vengeance. Multiple warrants were issued against him last year after an investigation into a serial-rapist and murder that had plagued Central Park. Each crime left a very traumatised victim, or so the reports indicate because they all said that the man never approached them despite raping them... " His voice trailed off as everyone made the mental connection. "... And no physical evidence was present either on any of the victims or at the scene. For months they were passed off as attention-seekers until a Lieutenant Paul Walker began to investigate them in his spare time, intrigued by the similarities of the accounts, and managed to locate an eye-witness to one of the crimes. The witness saw a man concealed in bushes next to the victim, apparently having sexual intercourse with the grass whilst the woman screamed as if she was being raped. Walker convinced his captain to put out an APB, based on the witness description, to try to find the man and eliminate him. We skip forward a week to when a patrol car reports that it is approaching a car containing a man who fits the description, then radios it is under automatic gunfire from the man and is fleeing for safety. The car details lead the NYPD to send a SWAT team to the address of the registered keeper and that's the last anyone hears of him or them. Follow-up units find the apartment riddled with shots and witnesses who report that the SWAT unit entered as normal. They also find the men dead inside, killed by what forensics proves are their own weapons, and no trace of Rose. He's still on their 20 most wanted list" Susan had listened in morbid disbelief as the record was read whilst Mary, her mind always agile, had planned her response carefully. "Ok. There is a lot about this case that is way off the scale of normality but that does not mean we need to be reactive. John, if Sam Rose is in Lexington it means he's crossed state-lines and that opens it to the Feds. Contact Agent Massy and tell him we want federal protection for Mrs Summers but, and empathise this, she must stay within the city in order to be available for further questioning. Also tell him that this is a LCPD matter until we say otherwise, he's a good man and he'll not press us unless he feels we are out of our depth. I want an APB out for Sam Rose and I want the media bringing in to help on this one. They'll dig but for the moment we will brand him as a dangerous fugitive that we need to remove from the streets. Get someone to find Lieutenant Walker at the NYPD and have him brief them on any further developments and, if possible, get his local commander to authorise him to come here and liase with our investigation. Mrs Summers, if you are willing I want you to stay here until the Feds can arrange transport for you to a safe house. We will need you again once Rose is in custody but until then you must remain our of sight" Commander Williams saw how frightened Susan looked and her heart melted. She wrapped her arms around her and whispered "Don't worry, you will be safe with the FBI and we will have Rose under lock and key in a matter of days. Lexington is a tough city to hide in when my officers have the scent" It was almost a different man entirely that watched the Feds take Susan into their car. Sam was sitting in the gutter outside of the police station, hands in his matted hair as he murmured incoherently. He was the very epitome of the down-and-out and, as such, was completely invisible to the rest of the street. The federal sedan pulled away as Sam looked on, cursing his luck that the weight of his history had made them believe her, before lapsing into another of his trademark grins. It was always more fun when they struggled. He stood up and walked to his car, surprising a young boy who wondered how this bum could afford to drive a Porsche. Sensing the reason for the look, Sam smiled at him and said "It's been a good day for begging" The car accelerated away but not after the FBI, for Sam was too smart not to realise that they would spot a tail a mile off. Instead he headed to his own safe house and blessed the foresight that had saved him in more than one city before now. Susan arrived in the safe house after a mere 15-minute drive. She sat down as the two Federal Agents assigned to protect her assessed the outside before one, the cute one with the tight ass she'd noted, came back to talk to her. "Mrs Summers.." "Susan please. You are more than welcome to use my first name given that you are taking care of me" She smiled in the hope of creating a tiny bit of humanity in his face but she received nothing but a professionally created smile in return. "Ok Susan, my name is David O'Shea and my colleague out there is Simon Carter. These are the rules that we have to insist on whilst you are here... Number one: we are here to help you not make you feel like a prisoner. You have free run of the house but under no circumstances are you to answer the door. You must not use the phone except to receive in-coming calls and all such calls will be vetted and recorded by one of us. Number two: this house works because it appears normal. When not in use we take out the garbage and check the mailbox, however the cover story is that it is in use by a gay couple and an attractive lady such as you is not part of the scenario. Try to avoid the windows if you can. Number three: if you ever feel threatened at any time you are to call for one of us. If you find yourself face to face with Sam somehow, presuming he has breached security, you are to activate this in your pocket" He handed her a tiny panic button. "That will activate our pagers. Don't worry, we know our stuff and there is no way you will ever have to use that" Susan sat and nodded but little of this was sinking-in. She was still scared at the thought of Sam being free but, then again, looking at David she knew that nothing could harm her. David finished by asking her to make a list of items she would need for the next few days. As the afternoon approached Sam was busy hiring himself a room that overlooked the police station, all cash and no questions asked were the only two house-rules of such a slum. He turned on his TV set and began to clean his Uzi whilst he looked over the other items. From his time in Lexington he'd learned where the police liked to make their media statements, just outside that percent with the podium placed to allow the camera to take in the seal on the wall. Susan, try as she did not to, leaked most of the conversation to Sam as he had waited outside – so now it was time to simply wait for the show. What had annoyed Sam was not that she had tried to block him but that, at least in terms of her thoughts and feelings, she had almost succeeded. He wondered if his love for her, at least that is what he had begun to call his perverted fixation, was empowering her somehow? It was a question for another time, as he needed to focus now on another woman who had chosen to oppose him. In a 50 minutes he saw them construct the podium as the mass of media began to descend. Another 20 minutes saw his TV news interrupted for a live appeal from the LCPD, which he watched both from his window and via his window on the world. Commander Williams appeared and stood on the podium. The lectern bore the seal of the LCPD and her two senior officers flanked her, a spectacle that brought gravitas to the message she was about to deliver. "Ladies and gentlemen of the press, thank you for coming here today." Sam looked at her from his window and began to concentrate, freeing his mind of any thought other than him and his target. "We have called this conference to ask for the assistance of the public in apprehending Samuel Rose, whom we believe to have entered the city from New York. Rose is a fugitive from the NYPD and we consider him a serious threat until he is brought into custody." Mary Williams continued the press briefing as Sam began to manipulate the breeze around her legs, creating a current of air that moved under her skirt and brushed against her panties. She barely noticed at first, given her focus on the message, but slowly her sub-conscious made her aware of a teasing wind blowing against her clitoris. Despite herself it made her aroused and she tried to subtly move away from the air current but to no avail. Her pussy began to fill with juices as Sam projected himself in front of her, kneeling invisibly in front of the city media, slowly peeling away the layers of her clothing. At first he could only see her skirt, hiding her pussy in a truly professional manner, but he gently penetrated that layer and moved inside her white, silky panties until his expert eye knew he was within range of every part of her vagina. Mary was unaware of his presence until she felt her firm buttocks being grabbed by two invisible hands, pulling her into a licking tongue that was situated under the podium. She froze as Sam felt her clitoris indent on his tongue. Mary had a thousand thoughts in an instant, from fear through shock to her base-desire to enjoy the sensation, but her mind had instantly made the connection. The description that Susan had provided, as mad as it sounded at the time, was coming all-too-much to life right now and she knew that Sam was out there. Her eyes darted everywhere but all she could see was the blazing glare of media cameras and the puzzled eyes of the correspondents, all wondering why she had suddenly broken off. She had two choices. She could either run and let Sam win, knowing that he would be there again if she attempted another media briefing, or she could defeat him by staying the course and getting the information out to the city. No-one present could possibly know the sacrifice she made as she allowed Sam to violate her womanhood in order to protect her city. "I am sorry about that... as I was saying" She heard her voice continue to say what had to be said whilst she felt Sam eat her pussy. In his room Sam waited for the sequence to complete – feel, see, taste, smell, hear – whilst keeping her clamped to his pleasuring. Come on bitch... let me see your pussy... It feels real tight baby... a few more seconds and you are mine... Mary found herself enjoying the licking between her legs, despite her horror and attempts to resist, as nature took over from intellect. There was nothing she could do until this conference was over – no, that was just an excuse... there was more than a small part of her excited by the exhibitionism of it all. Her she was, live on TV, with a man kneeling in front of her who had the most skilled tongue she had ever felt. He was the scum of the Earth but, as the overriding imperative of the sexual drive kicked in, all she could hope for was that he would let her feel the intense orgasm that was building inside of her. By now Sam could see her shaved pussy and smell her excitement. He knew that, no matter what her status, a woman was a woman and all women fell to him in the end. He felt a mixture of sexual-excitement and intense pride as he focused on making her climax with maximum intensity. Many years inside the minds of women had taught him every possible oral desire and he began to fulfil them all, one by one, with expert skill. It took an intense effort on her part but Mary maintained her facade as her pussy exploded into life once more. She found herself moving her hips to allow Sam to hit a batter spot and part of her was ashamed, although this was a deep and distant part long neglected by her passion. He was doing everything she had dreamed her boyfriends would do for her, yet none had ever been close to fulfilling, and she just wanted it to never end. Handing over, breathlessly, to her deputy she sat down and allowed the cameras to move away from her as she secretly waited for Sam to give her sweet release. Sam toyed with the idea of stopping, to rob her and leave her begging him to return, but he wanted to leave his mark in her mind. He renewed his efforts, intensifying them to the point where Mary moaned softly and then climaxed with a shudder that she was glad was not captured by the watchers. Sam watched her slump forward before he reached down for one of the items. Mary was recovering her breath when she felt her legs being prised apart on the chair. Before she could react her wet pussy told her she had been penetrated, although by a dildo of some kind given the sensation, and two strong hands were holding down her hands onto her hips. There was no pleasure this time, only horror, as Sam placed motioned with the dildo in his room and she felt it begin to fuck her on the chair. Sam knew that part of her would blame herself for not running earlier, for giving in to her base-instincts, and he enjoyed that knowledge almost as much as raping her with the dildo in front of her assembled media friends. He projected force to close her mouth, as securely as any man with duct-tape could have done, whilst her hands were locked with invisible chains. She was a veteran of many a rape case but only now did she truly understand the humiliation and pain involved. Sam looked deep into her eyes as he rammed each thrust home, enjoying the pain and fear that nakedly expressed themselves there, only regretting that he could not fuck her himself as this was not a stage two event. He pinned her tongue whilst opening her mouth slightly, imperceptible to the world but enough to allow him to kiss her in mock love-making, finally using his tongue to explore every inch of her mouth. Her lips felt soft and he enjoyed taking his time to suck them of every piece of their innocence, for he knew that she would never kiss again without thinking of him right now. Mary cried inside as she felt her pussy begin to dry and tear under the assault. Just as the bleeding began she felt the dildo suddenly vanish, at first giving her relief until fear of what was next overwhelmed her. Sam had poured the iron-fillings into the desired pattern by the time Mary had dared to consider moving again. She felt the hands return as the briefing was coming to an end. Sam focused on the iron and began to make it vibrate at the atomic-level, generating intense heat as he removed his trousers and underwear. Stealing himself again the pain he fell across the fillings, so that they burned into his trunk and caused him to scream in agony. Mary screamed in agony as she felt the burning just above her pussy and the whole conference froze. She fled back into the police station, holding herself, and went into the ladies toilets. Outside her colleagues ended the briefing by saying they needed to check on her, as she may be ill. Taking her skirt down slowly she saw her bleeding pussy and the brand-mark in the mirror. It read "I am Sam. Sam I am" A policewoman burst in and stood, frozen by shock at the sight that greeted her. Mary, though shattered, turned to her "Julie... tell them that Rose is near. He needs line-of-sight, get them to search anything that overlooks the area and seal off the next 4 blocks" "Ma'am?" "NOW!... I'm fine, get that bastard!" Julie ran outside. The media were stunned as all hell broke loose. Sirens filled the air as units were called to the scene whilst officers poured from the station and began looking up at the neighbouring windows. Cameramen, deciding today was a good day for a bonus-story, began to split and follow each sub-group of officers as they ran from block to block. Sam saw the flood of activity and began to slowly pack his items away, keeping the Uzi to hand but concealed under his jacket. The open window allowed him to hear the radios of the newly arriving squad cars, amplifying the same message until it made the street reverberate Attention all units near to precinct 12, Samuel Rose believed to be in the vicinity. Any unit not currently liasing with radio control please identify themselves for instructions. Quickly spotting such a prime vantagepoint, uniformed officers ran towards to the door. Hammering constantly they shouted "LCPD, open this door now!" Silence greeted them as Sam stood up and drank the last of his coffee. "Kick it down" "Wait, do we need a warrant?" "Screw the warrant, this is a clear and present danger situation. Let the judge call it, kick the goddamm door down!" The door exploded as the officers poured into the lower level and began to search the rooms in an opera of screaming and pointed guns. Footsteps pounded the stairs as they approached the level that Sam was at and her heard them, through the adjoining wall, as they stormed the room in the next apartment. He walked down the stairs and into the back room as more officers began to pound the front door of his building. Control, Sam, Control Finale Walking into the back alley he was stunned to be illuminated by flashing blue and red lights. Looking to his left he saw a squad car and one officer, clearly with a partner joining the hunt, staring directly at him with his gun drawn. "Police Officer, Freeze!" Sam turned very slowly to face him. "I said freeze!" Sam stopped when he could see the officer clearly. The man must be 25 tops and clearly a rookie, given how nervous his eyes looked. "Turn and face the wall" Sam remained as he was whilst he closed his eyes and opened his mind "I said turn and face the wall, NOW!" The officer felt a hand grab his gun and begin to slowly move away from the suspect. He tried to fight it but no human could offer enough resistance, instead he had to look in horror as it began to turn towards his head. He tried to drop the gun but his fingers were frozen as his hand turned inexorably towards his face. Staring down the barrel of his own gun he was about to cry out in fear before the shot silenced him forever. Over the squad-car radio Sam heard Shots fired, Shots fired in the vicinity of precinct 12. I am proceeding to location, back-up requested. Roger Unit 60, please identify location Sam took the keys from the dead officer and, noting the designation, drove the squad car from the alley. He activated the radio This is unit 42, I have a man down, repeat a man down in the alley behind apartment block 19. I need medical assistance and back-up right now... Roger 42, units en-route ETA less than a minute Sam drove the car away from the vicinity as other police-units descended on the alley a block away. Taking a slow drive to a secluded park he abandoned the vehicle before heading for his safe house once again. Enough of the support-act, it was time for the main event. Susan could not keep her eyes off David as he checked the windows for yet another time. Years of Federal duties had honed his body to perfection and there was something powerful in the middle-aged face that seemed to defy the ageing process. He was every inch the professional, maintaining a friendly yet impersonal air around her, and she knew that he would never compromise himself or a situation by allowing emotions to cloud his view. The hours passed and she began to relax as they watched television, whilst Simon slept upstairs. Susan made small talk with David, discovering he was happily married with two teenage sons, whilst trying to fight the urge inside her to come onto him. The futility of such a move eventually registered in her heart and she sat, resentful at his manner yet grateful for the protection it gave her, and watched the evening news. Sam was all over the lead story and she felt reassured that it was him on the receiving end for a change. She wondered which sewer he was hiding in and laughed to herself, feeling the first relief in her tension all day. Sam was not in a sewer as he heard her think this, he was in a car 2 street away. He almost pitied how naive she was, forgetting that her mind leaked thoughts he could detect with a simply drive around the city. She'd been in the last place he had expected them to hide her but that's the whole point, he thought. He brought himself up sharp when he thought of the two federal officers in there and chastised himself for allowing complacency to make him forget. This was not going to be easy. The news finished and it was time for a shift-change. David insisted that Susan also go to bed, to ensure that one officer was on her level at all times, and checked over her room before bidding her goodnight. She got undressed and lay in the darkness trying to get her mind to calm down enough to sleep. The ticking of the clock next to her kept her company as the minutes stretched into an hour. As she was finally beginning to drift off she heard a familiar voice which made her blood freeze. "Hello Susan" The voice sounded like it had come from everywhere and, despite her desperate staring into the dark, she could not see anyone in the room with her. "Not out there, Susan, inside you. You always carry my, you know, even into a bed guarded by the police. We are each other and no amount of people can ever break that connection" Her fear turned to rage as she spoke to him inside her head "I'm safe you freak. If I called out David would be here in a heartbeat... " "To find what? A woman having a nightmare? I'd bet he'd be oh-so impressed with that. Maybe he'd give you a cuddle in those big, strong arms of his and make you wet your panties" Susan was shocked and Sam laughed at the reaction. "We are each other remember?" "Yes I know, I can feel every sadistic thrill you are getting right now" Sam paused. "Good. Feels nice doesn't it?" The question surprised her almost as much as the answer she felt inside her heart. "No" she lied. "Come with me" "Where?" She was answered by a feeling of leaving her body and looking towards the door. "It took me years to develop my powers, Susan, and it's folly to hope you could ever handle the embryonic state that exists within you. I had no idea that the power could trigger another latent user, so this is new territory for us both, but it seems that as long as we are joined I am able to grant you control of your powers through me. This is the most basic astral-projection but it cannot be performed unless the subject is at level two, so I am afraid you are going to have to walk" "Why should I? Why should I not just expose you and take my chances?" "Susan, think it through. The very best you can hope for is that I am caught or killed and that our link is broken, robbing you of a chance to explore a part of yourself that has been denied you. At worst the wrenching of the connection could leave you in a coma or worse. Despite what you think of me I am genuinely wanting to share something special with you, something that I will then leave to your own decision on how to use" Susan felt herself return to her body and then she listened as Sam told her where to go. Silently she opened her door and walked across the landing to where David was sleeping, her heart beginning to race with the fear. "Ok stop here. He'll hear any normal attempt to open the door but concentrate your mind on the lock and you can open it silently. Then hold the door with your mind and open it" Despite her doubt she focused her mind and was astonished as the door swung open without so much as a tiny breath of air. She entered the room and saw David sleeping under the duvet, with only his handsome face visible. "I know you want him so there is no point in lying to me" Her heart knew this to be true. "Yes I do but I cannot have him. He's got a family let alone his duty to perform" "Suppose there were no consequences? Suppose he'd never know, let alone them?. I can show you how to have any man your heart can desire, married or not, without anyone ever catching you. You can also use the power to check up on anyone, prevent betrayal and empower yourself. Where is the harm in that?" If it had been said by anyone other than Sam then Susan would have been shocked, but she was living proof that he could back-up his claims. Her pussy began to moisten as she looked again at David but she forced her morality to return. "It would be wrong, unfair to him" Sam waited as he felt the internal conflict inside her. "Ok Susan, it's your call. As you've come so far though it seems a shame not to take a nice memory away with you. Why don't you take a look at his cock and remember it in your future fantasies?" The internal conflict intensified but, as the sin was so small now, morality was overpowered. "How?" "Think it through. You have to be very subtle but it's a hot night tonight and if you peeled the duvet back, very slowly, you could let your eyes wander up his muscular legs and rest on his crotch" "It's too dark to see" Sam noted that she was becoming an active player with a small smile "Yes but he's a prepared guy. If I broke in he'd need a flashlight and there will be one next to his bed. You can set it on a very narrow beam and then shine it under the duvet, with the rest as a shield for his eyes. Dark upstairs and light downstairs" Susan felt nervous as she reached for the flashlight but Sam steadied her heart and respiratory rate, allowing her not to breathe too loudly. She went to the foot of the bed and reached for the duvet. "No, your hands are heavy and your fingers may slip. Use your mind... " Susan focused and saw the duvet slowly rise from the bed, barely disturbing a hair on David's legs to alert him. Inch by inch she exposed the flesh she had only imagined as she watched him and inch by inch her excitement grew. Her eyes followed the contours of his thighs until they made her gasp softly as they saw his naked penis. Even in this flaccid state it was clear he was the best-endowed man she had ever seen. "His wife is a lucky woman, eh Susan?" Susan could only grunt back her agreement as lust began to fill her veins. "If you went to stage two you could replay his memories of them together, without him realising it was you, and you could feel the sex from his perspective. Ever wondered what it would feel like for a man, especially one so gifted? Why not, Susan, he's never going to know – no-one will get hurt" Susan wanted more, her hormones were screaming for more, and the suggestion seemed little more than a better version of her taking harmless memories to bed. "How could I do that?" "You need pubic hair but that's not a problem. Just think you want some in your mouth and a loose one or two will move there, without alerting him" Susan wanted more than the two hairs that went into her mouth but she savoured them deeply. Inside a part of her awoke to the fact that she enjoyed "getting away with this" almost as much as the taste of his hair. "I'm going to help you assimilate that hair but it will still take a while, Susan, so I suggest you sit back and let the duvet drop" Susan sat on the floor in silence, all fear gone as she felt her DNA slowly absorb David's. It was a curious, slow tingling sensation and not the least unpleasant. 40 minutes later it stopped and she knew it was time. "Ok, now you have control of his basic functions and can also read part of his mind. You can suggest and, if an idea resonates, you will see links into deeper areas. Next time you talk to him about his wife you should see a lot of deep links, that will show you everything from how they met to how it feels to fuck her" Susan thrilled at the news and looked forward to tomorrow. It was going to be sooo naughty to use his memories as her fantasies and, as it was harmless, it made her feel guiltless. She was about to stand up to leave when Sam said "Mind you , that's not all you look forward to right now" Her curiosity flooded her mind once more. "What do you mean?" "Well you have control over his body functions so it would be easy to make his cock erect. It seems a shame to leave without knowing just what he is really packing down there... this would complete the picture for your fantasies" Susan looked at David's penis again and she could not resist. She opened her mind and wished it to become erect, staring intently as it grew before her and made her pussy moan with excitement. David was magnificent, a real fantasy-stud, and she was merely an inch from the massive cock that any woman would pay a fortune to see. "Looks good. Bet it tastes good as well" Susan was shocked out of her fantasy as the line between look and touch was reached. Her morality was drowned in excitement now but her mind still raced to keep pace. "He'd feel me" "You can open your mind to his and feel what he feels and you can also deaden the feeling to any area of his body. Don't overdo it though, play it by his response. Because you want him to subconsciously recognise what is being done" "Why?" "He'll begin to flash links, faint as he's asleep, but still links. Wouldn't you like to know how he likes to be sucked or who's sucked him before?" Susan opened her mind and thrilled as she took his cock into her mouth, feeling his balls and licking his massive shaft before setting to work on sucking him softly. Inside his mind she began to explore links and modified the way she blowing him, to suit his preferences in a way she knew his wife never did. This knowledge made her feel both more powerful and more benevolent, for she was doing this man a favour as well as one for herself. "I'll help you deaden the rest of the body, Susan, you just concentrate down there" Susan watched as the duvet slowly fell to the floor, revelling his massive torso in silhouette. "Want to see more?" Susan was now abandoned to her activities and just grunted. "Mind your eyes... I've deaden his" Sam switched the light on to reveal David in all his glory. Susan stopped sucking for a while to stroke and explore every inch of his perfect body, moving his legs up in order to show his pert ass. "How far can I go?" "As long as you take your time he should have an orgasm, which we can deaden a little to prevent him waking up. He'll put it down to a wet dream" The opportunity was too intense to resist. Susan began work on his cock again, softly teasing it whilst feeling the orgasm begin to work within David. Sam let her become engrossed for a while. "That's it Susan, suck his seed into your mouth and claim him. His wife will never know, his children will never know , he will never know so there is no harm done. Only you will be able to sit opposite him tomorrow with the taste of his sperm still inside your mouth and secretly taste his cock at will" Susan began to suck harder and they both felt David beginning to cum. "One more thought though, Susan" The interruption caused her to pause. "He's going to cum soon and is his seed were sown inside your pussy and not your mouth... well, you could go to level 3 if you like. That gives you complete access to his mind, allowing you to see all his little fantasies and secrets. Why not ride him?" Susan gasped anew but her pussy had already made the decision. She straddled David and felt him fill her deeper than she thought any man could. Breathless, she savoured the sensations as more links appeared inside his mind. These were the twin dilemmas of the married man, having to be faithful but secretly being bored with his wife. "Give him his pussy Susan, let his body have the release his mind will not allow" She began to ride his cock but she was not practised at being on top, especially being astride such an enormous thing, and she found it hard to get a rhythm. "I can't, he's too big" "Shhh, just let me help you. Lie down next to him" Susan got off David and lay down next to him. "Ok, so we have nothing giving him feeling but his dick?" "Yes" "Think in 3 dimensions. He can still move. Make it so" Susan thrilled as she got the idea. She began to make David role-over on top of her, his weight felt so good, and then manoeuvre until his rock-hard shaft was between her legs again. She placed her hands on his butt and make him move slowly in and out of her pussy, controlling the speed to suit her whilst placing his penis just at the spot she liked. David, the man she could barely get a smile out of, was fucking her at the perfect speed and placement. Better yet she could feel it from his side as well, so she knew when to slow him down to prolong the pleasure for her. She felt empowered and alive in a way she could never have dreamed only 2 hours earlier. She knew that his seed would empower her further and she hungrily made him climax just as her pussy exploded into orgasm, sending out a stifled cry from them both. Susan relished all the control-feelings that Sam knew existed in everyone. He had her hooked on the drug that only he could provide, for many years at least until she gained control over her powers, and it was time to reel her in. "Susan, I'm sorry to have to do this but I need you to realise that you need me. This is only meant as a loving lesson to child I will teach well and, when you have learned it, we can start a new life of exploration together" Before she could respond she felt David come alive again, all his senses back and rapidly waking up. She tried to reinstate the numbness but it was hopeless without Sam and she looked in horror as David awoke and realised his situation. All she could scream into her mind was NO!. Sam was as shocked as she when the thought became real, sending a wave to David's throat that shattered it. He gasped in silent terror before falling dead on top of her. This girl has real potential, Sam thought when he had recovered. Susan instinctively pushed David off in horror as her mind raced. She'd crossed a line back there that made her no longer think of his family but merely of herself, how she could escape punishment. "Your DNA is all over him, Susan, come to me and we can run" "To hell with you!!!" "Ok, make your own way out then. When you calm down you will realise how good it felt to kill him. Then come find me" Sam left her and drove away as she starred at the corpse, weighing her options. Unit 473 we have sighting on the suspect. Proceeding with discretion. Roger 473, 416 will liase ETA 3 minutes. The police radio kept up constant background chatter as Commander Williams walked towards the safe house, now surrounded by police-tape and media. Her officers kept the hoard at bay as she entered, to be met by a harassed looking man in his early 50's. She shook his hand and said "Agent Massy, hell of a mess I hear. What have you got so far?" "Forensics are still working on the scene but I've got a man dead and his partner never heard anything. I'm afraid we lost the woman, however there is no evidence of blood so it's probable she's been taken alive. If taken is the right word... " Mary was surprised by the lack of certainty. "Oh?" "You don't need to be a forensic expert to see that dead agent had himself, shall we say, engaged in extra duties which are proscribed. We found semen on the bed and with Susan being the only female in the house it seems they decided to cross the line. We have to take into account the fact that she murdered him and fled the house, maybe in fear over some kind of accident. His throat was crushed without any signs of external trauma but it may simply be that they used something like a soft scarf. " "... and got carried away?" "Auto-erotic asphyxiation is a dangerous game even between two careful adults. I'd have bet my house on David O'Shea, I've known him for years and he'd never been anything less than a true example of professionalism" "Any signs of a break-in... any signs of him?" "Rose? No, nada, just the open window on the first level and the sheet-rope which was hanging from it. All the windows were locked but as David's keys and gun are missing it's no surprise that was not enough" "With Sam Rose it's never as it seems Jonathan. This whole thing smells to high Heaven and the only thing I am certain of right now is that Susan is in danger" "I've got an alert out via your people and mine with an advisement that Susan is probably a hostage. She had no reason to want her protection removed and whilst there are elements of this that worry me, I am presuming she left the house against her will" Mary thanked him and talked quietly to her lieutenant. "The Feds are playing this by the book but I know that Rose was here. That means there must be eyewitnesses around that may have seen his vehicle, hell maybe even him entering the house somehow. Pull out everything we have and get everyone around here interviewed, set up roadblocks on the main routes out of the city and let me handle the political flak later. Sam is a sadist and he'll enjoy the power over Susan too much to want to end it soon – but we have a fading window of opportunity if we are to recover her alive" Control, Sam, Control Finale Susan was cold despite the heat of the afternoon. She'd been walking for hours, dodging aside only when she heard a siren, whilst she tried to think what to do. The magnum she had lifted from David weighed a tonne, even inside her bag, and it served more as a constant reminder than any real protection. Her mind swam with what had happened, the excitement and fear ebbing and flowing as her emotions tried to catch up with her mind. Whatever else he had lied about, she concluded, Sam was telling the truth when he said she now lived in a different world, one which none but they could comprehend. She took her mobile and checked to see if Sam's number was still in there. It was of course as it had been every time she had completed this ritual today. "He can wait." she said to herself as she entered the bar. Sam waited. She'd contact him when she realised that there was nowhere to run, that she needed a teacher who could offer her the world. He was already planning how he could use her to lure other women and couples into situations that would amuse him, whilst keeping her as his sex-slave, as he sat in the alley. Once more the bum he looked invisible to the women he watched walk about the streets, stopping only occasionally to engage in some juvenile prank which made them stumble or have to sort their underwear in front of their male friends. A few last insults to Lexington before he moved on. It was late evening when his mobile rang. By now he was in his safehouse again, preparing a new disguise for tomorrow, and he cursed her timing. He looked down at the phone and realised it was a text-message: I've thought things through Sam. You have shown me that we do not need to be victims in this world and I thank you for that. Meet me at the top of the Horizon Parking Complex in 60 minutes. Susan Sam threw the phone aside and began to prepare anew. 40 minutes later he was cruising the area, looking for any signs of the police or of anything that was out of place. Despite his experience at counter-surveillance he always covered the basics first, tonight it seemed to no avail for there was nothing around the complex to arouse suspicion. He drove for three blocks and then parked. Assuming they were in fact there he knew they would have his vehicle details, so he changed into non-descript street gear and began to approach the complex from the side. Still nothing broke the night except the usual bustle of the city-street. Sam took the stairs for part of the way and then the elevator for the rest of the 15 floors. Susan saw the elevator doors open and a figure standing within, pointing an Uzi in her general direction. He'd not seen her yet but she had nothing to fear from him now (and that was not just the large-amounts of drink talking, she thought with a wry laugh) Sam continued to point his weapon towards her as he checked out the rooftop. Confirming it was empty he lowered it as he approached, his usual half-smile giving all and nothing away to the onlooker. "Hello Susan." "Hello Sam, I see you came as prepared as I did" She pulled her hand slowly from behind her to reveal the Magnum. Sam gave a slow, mock-whistle "Very nice Susan, I like someone who plans ahead even though I doubt you could fire that thing if you were not completely drunk" She laughed. "Yeah, well I thought I'd even the odds for once. If I cannot think what I am thinking then you have no chance" The idea appealed to Sam and he laughed as well, shaking his finger slowly. "Don't be so sure... all I have to do is reach a little further" "Please, Sam, if you can... I cannot put into words how much I have learned from you but you can see it through my eyes" Sam took pity on this drunken wretch. This was going to speed things up considerably and to be blunt he did not like standing in an open space. He opened his mind into her drunken mess and began to sift the thoughts... so many thoughts... TOO many thoughts. He tried to break the link but she would not allow it. Sam staggered as he tried anew. How could she be doing this, she was not powerful enough... then he realised that she was not alone. In the dim recess of his mind he felt four others present, linked to his but transmitting their own thoughts of hate and revenge into him. The confused mass of images, linked to the drunken swirl of Susan, caused him to buckle but not break. The initial shock over he began to adapt. "I've been looking up a few of your old girlfriends, Sam. It works both ways when you link, you know. I could tell them exactly what you did and how you did it, in exchange for which they agreed to hide a level down. You could have detected them if you were not so focused on me. Love makes you weak, Sam, for it makes you lose control" "I don't know what you think it will help you achieve, Susan. I am tuning them out as we speak and soon I will be clear of you as well" "I wanted you to listen to me and this was the only way. Listen, not rape, not burgle, not control just listen and understand" She pressed a redial button on her phone. Within seconds a helicopter approached the building, blinding them both with a spotlight whilst all around them the streets exploded with sirens. This is the LCPD, drop your weapon and move away from the woman! Sam froze, his face a mixture of shock and anger. He shouted to her "Why? You loved it, I know you did. You could have had anything you wanted! I thought you had more imagination" "You'd be amazed how much imagination I have Sam" LCPD, drop your weapon immediately and move away from the woman! Sam slowly backed away from Susan as he heard the elevator open behind him. He did not need to see the SWAT team approach as he heard every well-trained footstep. "I'll break free Susan. They'll be lucky if they can make any of this stick with a jury. You'll never be able to walk safely again... I'll always be a part of you" LCPD – drop the weapon or we will open fire! Sam saw the 6-man SWAT team form around him and he began to loosen his grip on his gun. "Only as long as you live" Susan thought to herself and then hurled her mind at him. Sam was caught off-guard by the sudden impact on his right hand, which at once turned him towards the officers whilst levelling his Uzi at them. A volley of shots ripped through his body and he was hurled to the ground at Susan's feet. She dropped her weapon and knelt beside him as the officers closed in. She was still staring at the body as it was being taken away. To everyone else she was in shock but inside she was thrilling at the feeling of him dying, the terror, the powerlessness, the drowning utter lack of control. She left the roof as she had arrived, a woman forever changed by Sam. Only time would tell whether it was for the better or worse.