Chapter 4
Conquest
Against his sister's pleas Peter slept alone. His dreams were constantly interupted by the face of Mary and the vision of her running away. He needed her. He had chosen her to break his virginity but she could not be found. Several times he woke, hoping to hear her sweet voice or see her complete figure.
Finally the sound of Mother's voice woke him to the morning.
"I have something special for you." she said.
Clearing the blur from his eyes, Peter examined the woman before him. Mother wore a black bra, black underpants and black garters, surrounded by a flimsy dressing gown. Staring harder, he could see right through the dressing gown and bra to Mother's nipples. She carried something long and shiny.
"Turn the music on dear." she said.
Within moments Mother gyrated to the beat of rock and roll. She glided across the room feeling her body with the thing she carried. Peter reached down to grasp his member. She danced to the end of his bed, then sat on the end, spreading her legs apart. She flicked a switch on the device, making it vibrate, and rubbed it against her vagina, all the while mouthing promises to her son.
Peter could not bring himself to orgasm. The task seemed laborious when he could easily have someone else do it for him. He concentrated on the ring to make it glow.
"Mother," he said.
"Yes son," she replied dully.
"My sperm is a drug to you. You have to drink some everyday or else you fantatise about it until you do. In the morning you crave for the taste and have to give me oral sex."
"I need your sperm every morning," she repeated.
She woke from the trance and reached out. Taking his penis in her hand, she guided it to her mouth, and sucked hard. Peter felt the sperm gathering then shooting into Mother's mouth. She gulped, and rolled her tongue around his shaft, savouring the flavour.
Peter looked down at his mother. pleased by how he had changed the lifeless old woman into a thing of pleasure. The power allowed him to benefit people like her and, if he could find Mary, she too could change.
English class was boring. The temporary teacher explained that Mrs Hayes could not attend because of an unforeseen illness. Peter kept his suspicions to himself and agonised over the lesson.
During lunch Peter spoke to his new friend Jerry. Jerry explained, in detail, how Mrs Hayes treated him the day before, finally admitting that he might love the teacher. Peter paid little attention to him, and watched another table where the girls of his class sat, in particular he watched Heather Owen.
Heather was the beauty queen of the grade. To Peter's knowledge, she did not have a boyfriend, although some of the kids said she dated Larry Jonesdale. Peter liked the way her wavy red hair tumbled down her back and he appreciated her atheltic figure. He had seen her, in gymnastics one day, wearing tights. Her slim, strong body expressed every movement. Until this day she had been unobtainable.
He contentrated on her, focusing himself to her mind. In a matter of moments he could hear her thoughts. He remembered how Mrs Hayes removed her spectacles on his silent command and tried an experiment. Using only his thoughts he silently said, Come over and sit with me. You want to be my girlfriend.
To his satisfaction the girl rose and carried her lunch to his table.Sitting down she said, "Mind if I join you? I saw you looking my way and thought you might like some company. I'm Heather"
Peter tried to make hiw ring glow but realised that he had used its power. Nervously he replied, "Sure, sit down please. I'm Pete."
Jerry looked uncomfortable and left. Anxiously, Peter tried to power on his ring but could not do so. After some minutes, he stumbled though a conversation of small talk. Eventually
Heather asked, "Do you you want to be my boyfriend? I mean go out together."
"Yes that would be good. I'ld love to go out with you. When?"
She fixed a time. Being Friday she suggested that very evening for a to see a movie. Peter readily agreed, all the time imagining what sort of personality he wanted her to have.
Watching the school was not a problem, afterall she was trained to stake out people. During class times she took a short walk to stretch her legs but mainly she waited in the car. From her own experience she knew school finished at 4:30. Then what? Approach him? A lady should never approached a man, its a man's responsibility to chase the woman, but he had not called for two days.
She smooved down her clothes, wondering whether he would like the low neck line and split skirt more than her boring police uniform. She did not want to marry him or anything, she just wanted to hear him say her name, so sweetly, so sexily. She tried again but she could not arouse herself without the sound of his voice.
Walking along the street Peter sensed the eyes on his back. It scared him a little. Sometimes he glanced over his shoulder but could not see anyone. Trying to shrug off the ill ease he quickened his pace to the safety of home.
A car pulled up beside him. Through the open window a gun protruded. The feminine voice said, "Get in and don't try to use that ring of yours. I'll shoot if I see it glow."
He obeyed, afterall by doing what she said, he did not have to look any further. Cautiously he climbed into the car, worried about whether she might shoot him by accident. "Okay Mary," he said. "What do you know about it?"
Without taking the aim from his head she replied, "I saw what you did to your sister. Today I visited her to find out if it was true, and all the time she told me about how great you are, not once did she mention her fiancee. You beast. How could you manipulate your sister like that?" The gun twitched in her hand.
Peter realised the seriousness of the situation. In a second she could blow his head off and, the way she sounded, made him think that she would. He gently eased back into the car seat.
"I did the right thing Mary. Anna wanted to marry the jerk. I had to stop her somehow. Please put the gun down. You're scaring me."
The barrel lowered slightly to his chest. "Take off the ring Peter. Place it on the dash board. Then I'll lower the gun."
He started to obey. Trying to wrestle the ring from his finger, it somehow clung on, as if it did not want to leave him. Finally it did loosen and he put it on the dashboard. She pushed it away from him with the gun, too worried to touch it herself.
Still gripping the gun she said, "Thank you Peter. Now I want you to leave the car. I'm taking that evil thing away to dump it where you will never find it."
Peter paused, trying to decide whether he should do as she ordered. The ring was truely too great to loose but it was not worth his life. Before he moved a hand tapped on the drivers window and a badge flashed in front of Mary's face. Mary lowered the window to see a brown haired woman wearing a very revealing blowse.
Cheryl said, "Good afternoon Mame. May I see your license to carry arms?"
Surprised by the turn of events Mary stuttered. "Um sure. I don't have a license. Please leave me alone for just a few more more minutes."
Not thinking about still holding the gun Mary waved it about the car. The policewoman, Cheryl, snapped out her own pistol, facing the scared woman. She said, "Put the gun down Mame and move out of the car. Slowly. I want to see your hands the whole time."
Peter took advantage of the situation, grabbing the ring before either woman noticed. Cheryl took the gun from Mary and handed it to Peter.
He said, "Thank you officer. I thought that she was going to kill me before. Is there anything that I could do for you in return?"
Keeping the pistol aimed at Mary she handed him Mary's gun and replied, "You could say my name like you did the other day."
Mary looked back and forth to Cheryl and Peter, knowing she had fallen into a trap. She bowed her head, trying to think of what to do.
Peter said, "Okay Cheryl, but you better get back to your car before its too late."
The policewoman followed his suggestion, running back to the car she could feel her body heating up with desire. She sat down in just enough time and Peter could see her arching back to enjoy herself.
Caught, Mary stared at the policewoman then Peter. "The cops too, hey Peter? Do you have this whole town in the palm of your hands?" She began to shake, unable to stop the sinking feeling in her stomach.
"Come back into the car Mary," he said levelling the gun at her. "I have a lot to explain."
She did as he ordered, tentatively looking for a way to escape.
He said, "I don't think you know but I have loved you more than anybody. I'm still a virgin, you know, because I have saved myself for you." He looked on to her shiny black hair and enormous bosom. "I dream about making love to you, imagining what you look like under those work clothes. I even use magazines to help me sometimes. Don't you see? I don't want to hurt you. I only want to love you."
Slitting her eyes she replied, "Love doesn't mean screwing me. You want me for another one of your toys. A conquest of power is what you want. You don't love me Peter."
Her words stung. He did love her and she would see that if she loved him too. he wanted her pwersonality as well as her body. Not like Mother, Anna, or Cheryl. He did not want to change her but he did want to own her.
The ring glowed. Her hand flashed up to cover her mouth. "Please don't," she cried.
"Too late Mary. I have to make you see what love means." he said watching her face go blank.
"You are in love with me," he said.
She whispered a reply, "No."
Alarmed by her resistance he said aloud. "You are in love with me."
This time her voice wavered, "I... No"
Frustrated he repeated the command, "You are love with me."
"I love you." her voice broke.
He relaxed, "Good. You agree with everything I say and do."
"No... Yes I agree." The command took hold.
"You want to please me in everyway and constantly think of new ways to pleasure me."
"Yes.."
His final command sealed the conquest. "I own you completely. You belong to me."
"No. Yes I... I am yours."
In the fading light of the ring she relaxed. He put the gun down, knowing she could never use it against him again.
She looked through her ruffled hair. "You did it to me. Didn't you Pete?"
"Yes," he admitted. "I had to show you how I love you."
"I understand. I'm glad that you did. Being in love is the most fantastic feeling in the world. Lets go to my place to celebrate and get to know each other much better. Didn't you say that you wanted me to break that virginity of yours?"