Chapter 5
Conquest
Despite his sister's pleas Peter slept alone. His dreams were constantly interrupted by the face of Mary and the vision of her running away. He needed her. He had chosen her to break his virginity with his sister but he still wanted Mary. Several times he woke, hoping to hear her sweet voice or see her complete figure but only in his imagination.
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, then rubbed into her vagina. All the while she mouthed promises to her son.
Peter could not bring himself off. 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 fantasise about it until you do. In the morning you crave for the taste and want to suck me off. You love doing it because you like caring for me.'
'I need your sperm every morning,' she repeated.
Waking from the trance Mother reached out to take Peter's 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 middle aged woman into a thing of pleasure. The power allowed him to benefit people like her and, if he could find Mary, he could change her as well.
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, his experience with Mrs Hayes, finally admitting that he might love the teacher. Peter paid little attention, watching another table where the girls of his class sat.
In particular Peter watched Heather Owen.
Heather was the beauty queen of the grade. To Peter's knowledge, the minister's daughter did not have a boyfriend although, rumour had it, she sometimes dated Larry Jonesdale. Her wavy red hair tumbled down her back and Peter knew that, though the loose fitting, frilly cloths, her figure was very athletic. When Heather did gymnastics she looked like poetry in motion. Her slim, rounded body expressed every movement on the mat.
Heather was the unobtainable one, the ice queen who tempted every boy in school. Unobtainable until Peter's ring.
Peter concentrated, focusing on Heather, remembering how Mrs Hayes removed her spectacles on his silent command. To his surprise the experiment worked, he could hear Heather's thoughts. Using only his thoughts he commanded the lovely girl, Come over and sit with me. You want to be my girlfriend.
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 his ring glow but realised that he had used its power. Nervously he replied, 'I'm Pete. Please sit down.'
Jerry looked uncomfortable and left. Peter anxiously 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 want to be my boyfriend? I mean go out together.'
'Yes that would be good. I would love to go out with you. When?'
They fixed a time. Being Friday, Heather suggested that very evening for a movie. Peter readily agreed, all the time imagining what sort of changes he could do to the frigid girl.
The woman in the car had no difficulty in watching the school, after all she was trained to stake out people. During the school times she took a short walk to stretch her legs but mainly she waited in the car. From experience
she knew the time her man finished, 4:30. She only came early to make sure that he didn't leave early. What would she do when she saw him? Approach him? He told her to leave him alone but he had not called for two days. Using the palm of her hand, she smoothed her clothes and wondered whether he would like the low neck line and split skirt more than her boring police uniform. She wanted to please him so much, so that he might say her name. Remembering the sound brought a thrill so sweet and sexy. The woman placed her hand between her legs but the arousal would not come.
Walking along the street Peter sensed the eyes on his back. It scared him a little. 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 snapped out and a feminine voice said, 'Get in and don't try to use that ring of yours. I'll shoot if I see it glow.'
Peter obeyed, after all by doing what she said, he could shrug off the feeling of being watched. Cautiously he climbed into the car, worried about whether she might shoot him by accident.
'Okay Mary,' he said. 'What do you know about the ring?'
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 Mary's 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 and we will talk.'
He started to obey. Wrestling with the ring, it somehow clung onto his finger, as if it did not want to leave him. Finally he loosened the ring and put it on the dashboard. Mary pushed the ring 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'll never find it.'
Peter paused, trying to decide whether he should do as Mary ordered. The ring was truly 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 tank top.
Cheryl said, 'Good afternoon Madam. May I see your license to carry arms?'
Surprised by the turn of events Mary stuttered. 'Um. I... I don't have a license. Please leave me alone for just a few 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 Madam 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.
'Thank you officer. I thought that she was going to kill me. Is there anything that I could do for you in return?'
Keeping the pistol aimed at Mary Cheryl 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 you get too excited.'
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, her arching back to enjoy the erotic sensations of masturbation.
Caught, Mary stared at the policewoman then Peter. She began to shake, unable to stop the sinking feeling in her stomach. 'The cops too, hey Peter? Do you have this whole town in the palm of your hands?'
'Come back into the car Mary,' he said levelling the gun at her. 'I have a lot to explain.'
Mary did as he ordered, tentatively looking for a way to escape.
Peter relaxed with the gun pointed to Mary's temple.
'I don't think you know but I have loved you more than anybody. I've saved myself for you.' He lied, looking at Mary's black hair glisten in the sun and her enormous bosom shiver in fright.
'I've dreamed about making love to you, imagining what you look like under those baggy clothes. I even use magazines to help me sometimes. Do you see? I don't want to hurt you. I only want to love you.'
Slitting her eyes Mary 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.'
Words stung. Peter did love her and she would see that if she loved him too. he wanted her personality as well as her body. Even for the cost his power.
Unlike Mother, Anna, or Cheryl. He did not want to change Mary but he did want to own her.
The ring glowed.
Mary's hand flashed up to cover her mouth. 'Please don't.'
'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.
With a surprised effort Mary replied, 'No.'
Alarmed by Peter he said aloud. 'You are in love with me.'
This time her voice wavered, 'I... No'
Frustrated, Peter repeated, 'You are love with me.'
'I love you.' Mary's voice broke.
Peter relaxed.
'Good. You agree with everything I say and do.'
'No... I don't. I... Yes I agree.' The command took hold.
'You want to love me in everyway and are always thinking 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 Mary relaxed. Peter put the gun down, knowing he no longer needed it.
She looked through her ruffled hair. 'You did it to me. Didn't you Pete?'
'Yes, I had to show you how I love you.'
'I understand. I'm glad you did. Being in love is the most fantastic feeling in the world. Lets go to my place to celebrate and I want know you so much more about you. Didn't you say that you wanted me to break that virginity of yours?'