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The Mayor’s Daughter (Part Three)
Synopsis Parts One and Two:
Tomlin, a man with mutant mind control powers had destroyed the mayor whose press gang had forced Tomlin’s son into the city’s military. Kyle had died before Tomlin could rescue him. The enraged father debased and humiliated the mayor’s wife and slut elder daughter in front of the mayor. It resulted in the mayor suffering a massive stroke and the wife and daughter being seized by the mayor’s enemies.
But Tomlin had taken the mayor’s innocent ten-year-old daughter, Angela, and removed her from the family of evil people that would have turned her into a horrible person like them. She became his little lover, and the pair became hopelessly devoted to one another. Tomlin used his mind control and unusual physical abilities (incredibly rapid movement and resistance to fatigue) to add to her pleasure, but he never used his power to force or control her.
Science fiction, mind control, male/teen female, male teen female, anal, romance, young
Tomlin was a fool, and he knew it. His life with Angela was a dream, a little slice of perfection that even a Changeling with mind control had no right to expect. For two years he had enjoyed her as his bedmate, lover and partner in all aspects of life. The one thing that could destroy it all was if Angela gained knowledge of what Tomlin had done to her family.
But that was a certainty now. He had walked in Angela’s memories and found something he had not expected. Hannah, her older sister whom Tomlin had raped and debased in an act of revenge against the girls’ father, was a horrible person when Tomlin had met her. He would have spared her had she been an innocent, but in his rage he found her to be as awful as her parents. She was every bit as wrapped up in the family’s power over “people who didn’t matter” as they were. And she was a terrible little thirteen-year-old slut, ignoring any sense of right or wrong as long as it brought her physical pleasure. Exposing her for the twisted little thing she was had seemed an excellent way to demonstrate to the parents the type of evil they left in their wake.
But in Angela’s memories, Tomlin had seen the nine-year-old Hannah take a beating at the hands of three older boys who had tried to corner six-year-old Angela for a feel or maybe something more. Hannah flew into them in a protective rage but was hopelessly outmatched. The boys showed her no mercy. She had been punched, kicked and nearly raped before the security men assigned to the two prodigal daughters had found them. While Hannah swept Angela away, the girls heard the high pitched whine of three fatal jolts from the bodyguards’ shock guns. Hannah had then lied to her little sister, telling her that the guns only knocked people unconscious so that the police could come and arrest them. She had protected Angela’s innocence.
Tomlin was uncertain until he could actually see Hannah in person, but he was beginning to believe that incident had been the beginning of the elder daughter’s fall from grace. Some people’s minds worked differently than others; Tomlin knew that for a fact. Tomlin knew that Hannah was not horribly averse to being raped as long as it stimulated her physically. He now thought that while Hannah had hated the boys who had tried to hurt Angela, some dark corner of her mind had been opened when they tried to rape the older girl. Something about it had excited her. Their deaths she had dealt with by telling herself that those boys were beneath her and that they didn’t matter.
But Hannah was the reason Angela was staying at her best friend Sierra’s house for a few days while Tomlin acted like a damned fool. If Hannah still lived, he was going to bring her back to the perfect life he shared with Angela. And he wasn’t going to be able to continue to lie to Angela any longer. It just wasn’t his nature. Everything in his world might fall apart after he rescued the girl that had once so terribly disgusted him, but she was also the girl who had helped make Angela the angel she was.
All those things were occupying his conscious mind, but his subconscious was dwelling on something far more pleasant. Tomlin’s subconscious had grown to be something very different in the past two years. The happiness he had found with Angela had somehow freed him. Now, he didn’t need more than a sliver of his mind—he called it his forebrain—to deal with everyday situations. His back brain could be focused on entirely different things, and he could manage both without being distracted from either. As he sipped a surprisingly good cup of train station coffee, his second brain drifted back a week.
One of the most remarkable things about having a twelve-year-old lover was that you sometimes still got to watch her play like a little girl should. Angela was sitting on the floor with Sierra, her “bestest friend forevers.” Sierra was almost as much a wonder as Angela. She was taller than Angela, but nowhere near as developed as the little redhead had become. Angela was a tiny girl, but the tight little bottom that had been pronounced even when she was ten was now offset by a pair of apple-sized breasts. Like her mother and sister before her, Angela was on her way to becoming rather busty.
Sierra looked like most of the friends Angela had made in her school. She seemed lanky even though she was only five-foot-one. Her backside just barely pressed against her plaid skirt, but it seemed taut and firm, almost like there was a genuine ass just pushing to break free. Against the fabric of her light tank-top there were two little conical bumps. There was actually some definition in the calves wrapped in her knee-high dark blue stockings. Sierra’s body was toned. The gorgeous little Latina had always been an athlete; it ran in her family.
On warm afternoons like this, the girls would ditch their white school blouses as soon as they got out of the public eye. Angela’s neon green bra straps poked out beneath the shoulders of her tank. Sierra went without a bra, the tight tank offering her all the support she needed. Half of the uniform from an exclusive private girls’ school was probably a little too sexy an outfit to wear in front of your friend’s dad, but Tomlin and Angela had long ago decided that he needed to make sure that Sierra felt very comfortable around their house. She was too close to too many sexual vibes to not notice them unless he slammed a pretty heavy block into her brain, and they didn’t want to change anything about her that they didn’t need to. So, they had settled for just elevating her comfort level with flirtation and sexy talk when she was alone with the two of them.
Innocent Sierra had no idea how far things really went in this house. She just thought that the pretty redhead and her cute Daddy had a chaste little “thing” for one another. Somehow, when she was here, that seemed quite normal.
The girls played on their comp-pads and put the faces of one hunky vid star onto the body of another. Finally satisfied that they had each created the perfect man, they inserted their own pictures next to their Franken-hunks’ and then pretended they were the girls’ dates for the Our Lady of Guadalupe Middle School dance. Tomlin smiled and returned to reading a novel. He read about five or six a day now.
He soon realized that Angela was directing thoughts at him. He didn’t look up, and neither did she. “What is it, Angel? You seem a little troubled.”
“I know all these wonderful things about love and sex, and it sometimes feels like that’s all my friends and I ever want to talk about and think about. But I can’t share what I know with anybody. I’m kind of… I don’t know… lonely in a way.”
“You want Sierra to know?”
“God, yes! I want to be able to tell someone how wonderful I feel inside.”
“I’d have to push into her mind a bit to make sure she never wanted to tell anyone. We’ve been pretty good about staying out of her brain. I never even read her thoughts unless they’re so loud that they’re broadcast right at me. I don’t even do that to you much anymore.”
“You can do it without changing her. You’re that good, and you know it.”
“Okay, Angel. I don’t want you to feel lonely.”
“Sierra, Daddy wants to talk to you,” Angela said aloud.
Sierra bounced up from the floor and crossed right to Tomlin. Her brown eyes shone with delight. She had a crush on him that one didn’t need to be a Changeling to sense. She used to like to play fight with him. She was a fairly accomplished little martial artist, and she got a thrill out of the way that Tomlin seemed to be the only one who was always a step ahead of her. Eventually things had always broken down into a tickle fight with Angela joining in on Sierra’s side. But three months ago that had all stopped. Tomlin took a peek inside and found that Sierra was embarrassed by the fact that she had begun to get “squishy” in her intimate spaces when the tickling began.
“Sweet, sweet Sierra,” Tomlin said gently. “My daughter trusts you more than any friend in the whole wide world. She wants to tell you her biggest secret. It’s going to mean so much for you to be trusted with it that you will keep her faith and never, ever tell anyone outside of this room, okay?”
Sierra nodded quickly, and Tomlin could tell that the subtle order had taken root. He gently took Sierra by the shoulders and turned her toward Angela.
“Si, you know how we always talk about what it would be like to have a wonderful boy take you in his arms and kiss you and tell you how much he loves you?”
“Yes,” Sierra said, breathing deeply in anticipation of news about her best friend having a secret boyfriend that she’d been hiding from her.
“Well, I know what it’s like. I know what it’s like to have someone you love kiss you and touch you and make love with you.”
“You mean…?” Sierra looked back at Angela’s daddy but then realized he must already know or Angela wouldn’t be talking like this. “You did IT?”
“Yes, Si. I’ve been doing it for a while now.”
“What boy? Is it Jake Lensure? ‘Cause he is totally in love with you!”
“No, Si. It’s no one from Saint Paul’s. It’s…” Angela’s eyes gazed in love at her Tommy.
“Oh, my god!”
“Are you okay, Sierra?” Tomlin’s strong hands were still on her shoulders. As he’d predicted, the child’s knees got weak at the moment she’d realized what Angela was saying. Without his hands there, she might have toppled over.
Sierra turned to him. There was confusion in her eyes, but no anger or fear. “I knew you two had sort of a crush on one another, but you… you… fuck?”
The last word had come out of Sierra’s mouth with a little difficulty. Like most twelve-year-old girls she used those words in private moments with friends, mostly just to try them on for size. “Like bunnies,” Tomlin said. “Two times a day, sometimes more.”
“Oh, my god! I have to sit down, Mr. T.” Sierra didn’t bother to take the one step back to the couch. With his hands guiding her descent, she sat down on the floor at his feet. “Anj, what’s it like?”
“The most wonderful thing in the world. Tommy is like a dream in bed. It’s almost magical the way he makes my body feel. But it’s the love that makes it so damned good. He touches my heart and soul every time. It’s everything we ever hoped it would be.”
Tomlin looked at Angela and asked her permission before he wandered into Sierra’s thoughts. Angela nodded slightly. There were vivid mental images of Tomlin and Angela making the covers on the bed dance as Angela cried out in ecstasy. But in a heartbeat Sierra’s own slender body was wrapped around his, and she was crying out in ecstasy as well. Tomlin had expected a little of that, but he had expected some very negative emotional responses as well.
Sierra’s mind didn’t run toward thoughts of perversions and cruel adults preying on children’s innocence. They ran toward romance and gentle pleasures. If there was any negative emotion, it was a twinge of jealousy. Tomlin hadn’t been this deep into Sierra before. He didn’t know how firmly entrenched in her heart her crush on him had become. “Sierra, sleep for a little bit,” he said and caught her as she began to tip over. He picked her up and put her on the couch.
“Why’d you have to knock her out?” Angela asked. There was no accusation in her voice, only concern for Sierra.
“She’s got a very bad crush on me. Way worse than we realized. Her thoughts were getting pretty sexual and I was going to have a hard time blocking them out. Plus which, I needed to talk to you about it without having the revelation embarrass the hell out of the poor kid.”
“That little tart!” Angela sniffed without any real venom behind it. Then, she giggled. “Dang, I can’t even beat her up. She’s Little Miss Tae Kwan Do.” Angela got a little more thoughtful. “Well, I guess she would be crazy about you. I mean I know you put out a general happy vibe when you’re around the two of us. I can sense it, but she wouldn’t know what it was. The vibe makes the world seem brighter and sweeter. If she sees this handsome guy and then her whole world lights up every time she’s in a room with him, she’s going to fall in love.”
“I should have thought about that before,” he groaned.
“Well, what do you think of Sierra?”
Tomlin was momentarily confused. He thought Angela was asking if Tomlin thought less of her for falling for a grown man. Slowly he realized what his Angel was asking him. “Angel, it’s out of the question.”
“Just hold on a second, Tommy. I have something I sort of have been keeping from you,” her blue eyes betrayed worry that didn’t show anywhere else on her pretty face. “Tommy, every time I make love with you I go absolutely over the moon. But, honey, I can’t keep up with you. Your body and mind go so much faster than anyone’s, and you are always horny.”
Tomlin suddenly felt guilty. Had he been asking too much from his little lover? “I’m sorry. We can do it less often. I should have realized.”
“Tommy, let’s just talk about the elephant in the room.” She looked at his face and then let her eyes wander down to his crotch. Tomlin’s eyebrows arched in pleasant surprise. “That’s not what I meant,” Angela said and giggled. “Although it is kind of like a big old trunk.”
“Okay, so what are we talking about, Angel?”
“Before me, you would use your power with girls for fun, right?”
“That’s not important, honey. You’re my life now.”
“Don’t be like that,” she said. “Let’s just be honest. How many girls would you pleasure a week? Don’t get all ashamed, I know you were using your power in a good way with girls that wanted to do it. It wasn’t love, but it was pleasure that you shared. How many? I do have a point to all this if you’ll just answer the question.”
“I don’t know,” he said uncomfortably. “Twenty a week, maybe.”
“That’s a lot, Tommy. And you probably were doing it more than once with a lot of them. I can’t make up for that. There’s just no way I can.”
“But I was just having fun, and so were they.” He took her hand and made sure she knew he meant what he said next. “If I made love once a week with you it would still be better than all that put together. As it is, I’m making love with you a dozen times a week or more. I’m coming out way ahead on this.”
“Don’t be stubborn, Tommy. I’m trying to show you how much I love you. I don’t want you to EVER fool around with another girl without my permission, but my little body can’t keep up with my heart and your horniness. What I’m saying is that if there are girls or grown women that we both think are wonderful we can talk about getting me some help.” She looked at him and saw he was about to protest. “Dammit, Tommy! I know I’m not with a normal guy. I also know that I am your true love and I’m not going to lose you to another girl. I’ve felt what you feel for me. But now you need to understand something. You can give me all the pleasure I can handle and more. I want to be able to do that for you, and this is how I can do it! Quit being a damned old poop about it!”
“Did you just call me a poop?”
“I’m twelve. I don’t know a big word for it!” She glared at him in frustration but then read his facial expression. He was trying to hide it, but he was relieved. “You were worried about it, too!”
“I couldn’t believe how much you can fuck, Angel. You’re so damned little, but you can really go!” He saw that she blushed a little and then smiled with a touch of pride. “I have been worried that you were taking on too much, but every time I poked in your mind you seemed to want to do it.”
“Of course I want to, Tommy. For god’s sake it’s incredible! I always want to do it. I can just only physically do it so often.”
“I would have never strayed from you, Angel.”
“I know. So what do you think of Sierra?”
“Not one of your other friends comes even close. Even Emily, and she’s a damned fine-looking little piece of tail.”
“Any more of my friends you perv on, old man?”
“I kind of want to bend Courtney over the table and take her up the ass. She swings that thing like nobody’s business. And she has thoughts that she can’t quite contain.”
“NOT Courtney,” Angela said. “She’s already stuck up. She treats me like I’m one of the ‘little people.’”
“Well, Angel, you do only come up to my shoulder.”
“Not funny. Actually, I kind of like being little. And my head wouldn’t reach your shoulder if I stood on my tiptoes. If Courtney got nailed by a handsome older guy she’d be impossible. Anyone else?”
“I’m not going to quibble with you about it, but I’m going to bet you eventually change your mind about Courtney. Now, Shannon has some gorgeous blowjob lips.”
“Really? Most of the boys ignore her because she’s a little chubby.”
“I love girls’ bodies, honey, but I love their faces more, and she’s cute as hell. Even more than that, she’s so damned smart and creative. I’d love to touch a mind like that.”
“Well, Shannon I could really see. I think she’s pretty cool, too. Emily, I’ll have to think about.”
“Katie’s got a naughty streak. I can sense it whenever she’s in the room. She tries to suppress it, but the girl’s dirty thoughts leak out like steam from a kettle.”
“Katie? I thought she was a total prude. Who would have thought she was naughty? Katie’s okay. Um, Tommy, are you going to name all the girls in my class.”
“I could, but to tell you the truth, they’re not all ready for it. Most of them aren’t. In the abstract, what I really like are girls that are innocent but fifteen or sixteen.”
“So, you’re gonna like me more in three years?”
“Well, I’d like the girls in your class more when they were fifteen. But as for you, I won’t like you nearly as much then as I will in seventy or eighty years, Angel. You’re my girl. I’ll love you a little more every day for the rest of your life. Now, can I ask you a couple questions?”
“Just take the answers from my brain, Tommy. I’m always wide open for you if you want me to be.” She giggled again as she realized the way a male would hear that statement. “Old perv.”
“I want you to answer out loud so that you realize what you’re thinking, too.” He waited for Angela to nod. “Do you want to play naughty with any of those girls?”
“I don’t think so. No, wait, do I? You probably already know better than I do!”
“You’re not really into girls, but you kind of want to be there to share me with some of them. You wouldn’t mind kissing Sierra. You think she’s gorgeous and just kind of want to taste her once. But the only girl you’ve ever really had sexual dreams about is Courtney.”
“I don’t even like Courtney very much!”
“Fuck! She turns me on, doesn’t she? Is that why I think she’s stuck up?” She looked at Tomlin as he grinned. “Dammit, Courtney’s back in the game!”
“Want to know the thoughts she accidentally broadcasts to me?”
“No. Oh, hell! Yes I do.”
“Courtney has a bit of a dark side, a lot of it comes from losing her parents. But for whatever reason, she was downright mean when she was younger. Now, she sees what she was, and she really regrets it. She wants to be dominated and be someone’s ‘good little slut.’ It’s why she swings that ass so much. She has a fantasy that someone pins her down and takes her. She wants it to be someone special; she’s not really a slut. You’re on the very short list of special people in her mind, but she thinks you’re probably too hot for her, so she’s really guarded around you. Courtney’s not as particular about gender as the rest of your friends. The auntie and ‘other auntie’ who raised her are gay, and Courtney just doesn’t care one way or the other which side of the fence a person plays on. She likes both pretty girls and handsome boys.”
Tomlin paused and watched to see Angela’s reaction. He didn’t need to watch it. The thoughts hit him like a blast of air through the window of a moving car. Angela felt dirty, and she rarely felt that way. The notion of ravishing her pretty classmate had been beyond her realm of thought until that moment. Angela had no idea if she would really like it, but as naughty thoughts went, it was pretty powerful for her. Plus, Angela loved the idea of assisting Courtney’s self-redemption. “So, I might be a little gay?” she asked.
“You might be for Courtney. The rest of the girls have never given off any vibe that indicates they really like other girls. Emily knows she doesn’t like girls for a fact. I’m not sure why, but it’s a pretty firm no from her.”
Angela processed the information overload she had just received. Then, she returned to the more immediate subject. “Look, Tommy. This whole thing with Sierra was my idea, but I don’t know what to do with it. I have no idea how to start or even if she’s ready.”
“She’s not ready, honey. She’s fairly close, but not ready. I could push the notion into her head, and I could even wipe out any bad feelings she had afterwards, but on her own, she’s not ready.”
“So, what do we do?”
“Doing nothing is one idea. Let this wonderful child be what she is. But, since you kind of seem to need some help, I can nudge her a little and see where she takes herself from there.”
“Nudge how?” Angela was in no way ready to put her friend at risk for her own gain, but having another girl who really understood what she was going through was becoming something of a necessity for the little redhead.
“Sexy dreams. The kind that you remember when you wake up.”
“That could probably work!”
“Probably,” Tomlin said with as little inflection in his voice as possible. She still caught him.
“Those dreams I had about falling in love with you?”
“You were already falling, Angel. I just gave some of your abstract feelings a more lucid form.”
Angela gave him one of her “all is forgiven” kisses. For just a moment he wished that it really could mean that all he had ever done was forgiven. “Do it, Tommy. Make her feel wonderful. I love her so much.”
Tomlin stroked Sierra’s long black hair as she slept. He began to reach into her dreams. Sierra was playing on a swing-set in the yard behind her big house. She was eight years old. She wore a little white dress. This much was actually memory. A little neighbor boy walked up to her and called her a name. He had always been mean to her. Sierra had had enough. She got off the swing and punched him in the nose. She hit way harder than a girl her age was supposed to be able to hit, but she knew how to focus it. The boy’s nose bled on her white dress as she cried about having hurt him more than she meant to, just as it had all happened in reality four years ago. But then the dream spun wildly and she was in sixth grade gym class. Her white shorts were covered in blood. This had never really happened. The other girls looked at her and began to tease her. “She’s a slut!” “Has her period now, wants to fuck all the boys!” “Sierra slut! Sierra slut!” they taunted. Tomlin stepped in.
He took Sierra in his arms and a swirling cyclone of white light formed around them and their clothes disappeared as they rose into the air. They began to writhe in ecstasy, but Tomlin left their intimate parts sheathed in light too bright for the eye to penetrate. “It’s so beautiful!” the other girls exclaimed as their eyes shone in admiration. “Sierra’s so grown up and sexy!” “Is that what heaven’s like?” “Go, Sierra. Make him feel like we do.”
The last had been Sierra’s mind adding into the dream. Tomlin let her drive for a bit. She rocked back and forth and Dream Tomlin groaned in delight. “I’m your slave,” she made the dream man say tenderly. “Your body is incredible!” When her dream lover was obviously about to cum inside of her, Sierra squealed in pleasure. A gentle rain of white fluid fell over the gym, disappearing into each girl’s skin as it touched them.
“Thank you, Sierra! We understand now!” the girls exclaimed. The gym filled with funnels of white light and every girl had a handsome boy or man wrapped in her arms. Tomlin did not intrude or steer the dream as Sierra looked around the gym and saw her friends in the throes of passion with their own dream lovers.
Tomlin understood Sierra now. She was on the verge of her sexual awakening, but feared the rejection of others. Her innermost wish was for all the girls to feel the things that she did so that she did not feel like a freak or a slut.
An adult couple appeared and hovered next to them. It wasn’t until they slowly rotated in the light that Tomlin recognized them. It was Javier and Meg, Sierra’s parents. Meg reached her hand out to Sierra and touched her. “It’s okay, sweetheart,” Meg said. “I’m a doctor, I understand physical urges. Just make sure there’s love like with your papi and me.” Meg kissed Javier and then they made love along with the rest of the Sierra’s class.
Tomlin was still not steering her when Angela appeared in the funnel with them. The girls locked each other in a stare and then kissed briefly before they began to writhe against Tomlin. Dream Tomlin turned to Sierra, but this time Tomlin was steering him. “All you had to do was ask, honey.” He let the dream continue as he pulled himself out.
“Tommy, you have a raging hard-on!” Angela said as she saw that he had come back to reality.
He did not say a word, but scooped his tiny lover up in his arms. He carried her to his bed, feeling her little heart pounding against his chest. He did not ravish her often, but on occasion it seemed the thing to do. He did not speak as he snatched her tank-top up over her head and rolled her over to her belly. He pulled her panties down, flipped her skirt up and lifted her hips. Hungrily he devoured her sex with his lips and tongue. She moaned in pleasure. He unleashed his mind a bit and gave her an image of his hands kneading her breasts through the neon green bra he loved so much. Meanwhile a finger of his real right hand began vibrating rapidly inside of her tight little snatch. He knew how intense that would be for her, but he wanted her brought up to the level of lust he was feeling. “Oh, Jesus!” she exclaimed, having an orgasm that rocked her little body. She tipped over to the fetal position.
He gave her a few seconds to catch her breath and then tipped her back up to all fours. His hungry tongue slid up the length of her slit and continued right up the cleft of her backside.
In recent months Angela had lost all sense of squeamishness about having him there. In the mood she was now in in, she reached back and held his head in place so that he continued. Imaginary, yet tangibly real hands continued to tease and pinch her nipples while the real finger slipped from her little pussy and penetrated a few inches into the tiny channel of her backside. She pushed an image back at him of his cock taking her anal virginity. She had begun to be curious about it, but now she needed it to happen. He scrambled to the nightstand and grabbed some oil. He worked his finger back into her, lubricating as far as he could reach.
“Oh, yes, Tommy. Oh, yes!” she cried loudly. There was no concern about the girl sleeping on the couch right outside the door. Angela knew she would slumber until Tomlin roused her. His little lover felt her muscles relax as Tomlin pushed the notion into her mind.
His well-oiled shaft pressed to the tiny hole. His strong hands gripped the plaid skirt around her hips, and he pushed his way in. A halo of red hair swished around her as she began to cast her head about and groan. It was so big, and she was so tiny. But she was doing it. Tomlin could feel pride mixed in with the ecstasy and the pain. Impossibly, he found he could continue to push until he was quite deep inside of her. He cast an image of his tongue lashing her clit over and over, and he let her vision of a jet of fire rushing through her body seem a reality. In her own mind, she became a creature of fire, and he was steel. She could not hurt him, even with her tremendous heat, and he could penetrate her again and again.
Tomlin saw a flash of what was fueling her. She desired Tomlin to have her in every way, but he had also been graphic about anal sex and domination with Courtney. Angel was making certain that the little sexpot with the swinging ass was not going to get that before she ever did. “Nothing!” she managed to groan aloud. “Nothing with any other girl if you don’t do it to me first!”
“Take me hard and take me real, Tommy! Take me real!” All visions slipped away. She saw and felt exactly what was happening. A huge shaft was pumping in and out of her bottom at an incredible speed, but the diversion of the fantasy world had given her body time to adjust to it. Her channel was incredibly stretched and stung a little each time he buried himself into her, but the thrill was far more powerful. Tommy was having his way with her, and she wanted it to be like that. “Own me!”
“You’re mine, Angel. This—“ he slapped her on the ass without any real force to it, “is mine, little lover. It will always be mine.”
“This is too!” she exclaimed and pulled his hand from her hip to her heart. The little heart pounded against his palm for a few seconds. “And this,” she added and steered him to her clit. Tomlin knew that along with her declaration of devotion to him, she was asking for two things. Bring her over and then finish the whole thing before she lost her mind from the sheer thrill of being ravished both mentally and physically by the man she loved.
He vibrated his palm against her, and she gave herself no mercy as she ground into it. Tomlin was feeling his load being pulled from the base of his shaft. He didn’t hold it back. He released a torrent of white into her little bottom and then pulled out; half of the load came dribbling right back at him. Angel screamed, really screamed, as her merciless grinding finished her. She kicked back with her legs and flopped forward on her face. A cloud of bright red hair covered her head and shoulders. She was utterly spent.
Tomlin lowered himself to her and took her in his arms, giving her comfort, warmth and above all else, love. It took her a long time to catch her breath enough to speak. “Must have been… some dream,” she panted.
“Be kind of nice for you to have another girl right now, wouldn’t it?” she moaned.
“In a week or two, maybe. She’s closer than I thought.”
Angela nodded. She was sore and exhausted, but Tomlin could sense her satisfaction. He could also sense that she finally felt certain that Tomlin really did see things her way. He held his victorious lover to his chest. He wasn’t tired, but Angel could feel his heart pounding as well.
Tomlin walked through the streets of his old city like a ghost. No one noticed him when he didn’t wish to be noticed. Besides, the war-torn city was filled with people rushing to and fro and seeking to get under shelter. He hated this place, and he had told himself he would never be here again. But only a few days after his ravishment of Angel following the passionate dream encounter with Sierra, he had seen Angel’s memory of Hannah. Now, with his love and her best friend dreaming of him at home, Tomlin risked everything for a girl whose life he’d once destroyed.
He walked once again into the mayoral mansion where he had raped Hannah and forced her mother to deepthroat the cock he had just pulled from the girl’s ass. In the office, he blew past security and secretaries and strode into the new mayor’s office.
“You know who I am?” he asked the man behind the big desk after putting everyone else in the office to sleep.
“I have a good idea. You basically gave me this job, Changeling.”
“I guess I did. Looks like you’re doing as little good with it as your predecessor.”
The man blanched white. He feared Tomlin might just be there to install yet another new administration. “What can I do for you?” the mayor asked. He was at least smarter than the old one in the way he treated Tomlin. He wasn’t going to sneer and insult him.
“The older daughter, Hannah.”
“Looking for another go, huh? That’s easy enough. I can have the boys take you right to her. She’s in my private collection. Had to fight like a bitch to keep a hold on her, too. Lots of people wanted to treat her just like you did. The public thinks she was executed along with her mother.”
“You’ll have her brought to me, nicely clothed and ready to travel.”
The mayor’s face fell. “Dammit,” he muttered. “Gonna miss that filthy little piece of ass.” He pressed a button on the desk. He pushed the right one; he knew Tomlin could sense if he was calling for security.
Tomlin spent the next hour doing something he should have done with the last mayor. Revenge had seemed rewarding at the moment, but it had accomplished nothing for the rest of the city. He forced the new mayor to assemble his cabinet for an emergency session and repeatedly drilled the notions of peace and public service into their minds. Tomlin didn’t know if it would work in the end, but he had done his best.
Hannah was then ushered in. She wore a pretty little sundress and carried a small bag. If it hadn’t been for the defeated look in her eyes and the shiner on her left cheekbone, she would have looked every bit the part of an angelic high school sophomore. She hadn’t yet made eye contact with Tomlin. When she heard his voice, her head snapped to him. Fear, hatred and lust rushed into her still gorgeous face.
“Hannah, I am truly sorry for what I did to you,” he said.
The girl broke down in sobs, “Fuck you,” she moaned. “I hate you!” She spoke in little bursts between spasms brought on by emotional turmoil. “Please---make me feel---like that---again.”
“Not now, maybe not ever,” he said. “But I’m offering you the chance to leave this place and go where you’ll find someone who truly loves you. Do not speak the name.”
Hannah nodded in understanding and rushed to his side. Without being able to control it, she reached to stroke his cock. “Please,” she whispered.
“Until I get you home, you are to behave like a virginal fifteen-year-old girl. You are my happy and acquiescent daughter.”
“What does acquiescent mean?”
“You happily obey your daddy.”
Hannah nodded and then looked toward the security man lying unconscious on the floor. His shock gun was on the floor next to him. She looked to Tomlin, the gun and then the mayor. Tomlin shook his head. “Revenge is a cycle that only brings more pain,” he said, his guilt nearly crushing him. Hannah happily obeyed her daddy as instructed.
The trip home was mostly silent. He took a car all the way, not wanting to have Hannah aboard a crowded train. He was uncertain if she might have some kind of breakdown even with him there. She had been pushed beyond her limits in nearly every way. He probed gently into her mind and found that he had been right about the incident with the three boys. Hannah had always been a bit of a spoiled princess, but her darker impulses had been minor until she came face-to-face with the genuine horror of an attempted rape and a triple execution. After that, the more horrible she became, the more it insulated her from the things she knew about the world.
They did need to stop several times so that Hannah could pee and eat. Tomlin could go a long time without doing either, but he ate as well. He actually usually consumed a great deal of food. His body could go long periods without it, but ultimately needed massive amounts of calories to sustain itself. He could store the energy for slow release, though. During the meals Hannah smiled and was friendly to any waitress or cashier whom they met. Tomlin had pushed one thought into her mind before they entered the world at large. “Everyone matters, Hannah.”
When they reached his home, Tomlin released her from the order to behave like a sweet girl. He even stood and took it as she pounded her little fists into him. She wasn’t really much bigger than Angela these days. Hannah’s stature had changed little since she was thirteen, but her breasts had become considerably more pronounced. Like her mother, the fifteen-year-old now could have embarrassed a pair of large grapefruits. But her ass stole the thunder from even those delicious tits. Hannah had a bottom that made men act like idiots. Tomlin figured that if she wanted to put on a show, she could even outdo Angel’s friend Courtney.
Exhausted from beating him, Hannah curled up at his feet and began to clutch at the fly of his pants. She had become something of an animal in the time since Tomlin had taken her against her will. She was now a creature of pure instinct. She would have murdered the mayor who kept her as his personal sex slave. She beat Tomlin and then groped him. “Hannah,” Tomlin said sternly and used his power of command. “When I said everyone matters, that includes you. Have some pride in yourself.”
Hannah stood and flattened down the front of her dress. She was trying to obey his order, but respecting herself might have been the most difficult thing he had ever asked of her. “What in me is worth being proud of?” she asked, not defying him but looking for help.
“You love Angela and protect her.”
She thought about that for a moment and seemed to grasp it as a lifeline. Immediately her concern for Angela kicked in. “Have you been raping Angie, too?”
“Angel and I are lovers, but everything we do is with her permission. You understand the kind of pleasure I can give. Imagine what I can do for someone I love.”
Hannah almost groaned at the mention of Tomlin’s physical pleasure. Nothing in her sordid young life had ever come close to the sensations she felt as he had taken her in front of her parents. She understood at least a glimmer of what her cherished little sister felt every day, but she used her concern for Angela to keep her lusty impulses at bay.
“How is she?”
“Beautiful like you. But beside that she is bright and innocent and generous, everything you and I were not when we first met. Angel has brought back much of the good in my soul that was lost when your father and his cronies murdered my son. But I can never be innocent. I have killed, although I know the guard I had the others kill was a murderer himself. But I have raped you and your mother, and that was an act of pure evil.”
“You’re a self-righteous bastard if you think that falling in love with a sweet little girl washes the stink off of you.”
“It doesn’t. Nothing ever can, but I can try and make your life better than the way I left it. I hope I can even make it better than it would have been had you been left to your own devices. Not a very high bar,” he couldn’t help but add the last.
“That might be true, but fuck you for saying it.”
“Hannah, have a seat over there on the couch. We need to talk before I let you see Angel again.”
“Her name is Angela, asswipe. I call her Angie, but everyone else is supposed to call her Angela.”
“To me she is Angel. To her I am Tommy when we’re alone and Daddy in public. You can call me whatever you feel like when it’s just the three of us. But as far as everyone else you meet, I am Daddy. Angel will be your sister as always. The story is going to be that you were half-sisters through your late mother, and I recently rescued you from a war-zone after your birth father was killed. You will not deviate from the story unless I directly countermand the order. Do you understand countermand?”
“I’m not stupid. I just don’t think very much. ‘Acquiescent’ was a very hard word.”
“I’d imagine the new mayor didn’t see to your schooling very much. That’s pretty easy for me to remedy. I can push knowledge into your mind as easily as feelings or instructions. Angel only goes to school because I want her to socialize with girls her own age.”
“Not boys, though?”
“No, not in the way you mean. I’m as guarded with that as any husband would be with a grown-up wife. She is for all intents and purposes my wife. In a few years, she will be the mother of my children.”
“You’ve made her into quite the little pet, haven’t you?”
“No, she’s my partner and my equal. I am hoping that in time your love for her will allow you to accept that. She is truly very happy and whole, except that she misses her sister. She let go of your parents rather easily. I think somewhere deep inside her young mind she already knew what they were, but it never came to the surface. Now, all of that is coming out into the open, I guess. Don’t lie to her about it. Don’t lie to her at all. And of course you realize how pointless lying to me would be.”
“Alright, I’ll tell you the truth. I hate you.”
“I know, Hannah, and well you should. The things I did to you were worthy of your father. I should have tried to make him better, but when you lose a child… you slip into madness.”
Hannah teared up slightly at the mention of her father’s role in Kyle’s death. “Your son mattered. I see that now. It still gave you no right, and I still hate you.”
“That’s as true a thing as you’ve ever said.”
“So, we’re going to tell Angie everything?”
“She’ll hate you, too.”
“I’m afraid so, but the only other option is to shelter her from it. She’s reached the age of reason. We have to stop protecting her from reality.”
The two of them talked for a long while, but there was no more fondness or understanding between them than there had been in that moment. The conversation was simply an exchange of information. Their only bond was the little redhead they both adored.
Javier and Meg dropped Angela off at the house a few hours later. Tomlin thanked them for taking Angela for a few days. He also asked Meg if she had followed through on an earlier suggestion that she put Sierra on the pill.
“Yep,” Doctor Santos answered. “She’s protected. Damn wonder the new pill, works instantaneously after the first dose. And she only has to take it the first of the month.”
Tomlin remembered the old pill. It didn’t offer any protection from disease and was a pain to take faithfully. Nowadays, it was all so much simpler. Tomlin looked at Javier and Meg and thought of how much he liked them, and how incredible their kids were. Before he released them from his control, he followed his usual habit and told them to go home and have fantastic sex and then be kind to all three of their children. He erased the memory of them having had the conversation. For some reason they couldn’t quite grasp, all the Santos’s lives always seemed happier after Angela visited with Sierra.
Tomlin took Angela’s hand and then kissed her passionately before he opened the door and showed her inside. Angela could sense fear and desperation in his kiss, so she turned and kissed him again, hoping to calm and reassure him. When she slid her hand down to his crotch he gently moved it away and shook his head. Puzzled and slightly troubled, Angela passed through the door he held for her.
Her reaction to seeing Hannah was not what Tomlin had expected. She whirled to face him and had a pleading expression in her eyes. “It’s real,” he whispered. Then, Angela sprinted across the room and threw herself into the arms of the weeping teenaged girl who reached to embrace her. The sisters hugged and kissed and cried for a very long time. Angela was afraid to ask Hannah what had happened to her in the last two years. Hannah did not volunteer it.
“How did you get here?” Angela finally asked.
“He rescued me from the man who executed our parents,” she said.
“So, they are dead then?” Angela had long suspected as much.
“Yes, thanks to the new mayor and your boyfriend here.”
For the first time in his life, Tomlin felt the pain of seeing disappointment and hatred in Angela’s eyes. She was too clever to still completely buy the story that Tommy had been hired by her father to take her away permanently. But she had hoped that he’d merely fallen for her and kept her hidden from them in order to go on loving and protecting her. It was the one thread in the tapestry of her life that she had never dared tug. Now, she knew that her worst nightmares were true. Her Tommy was not what he seemed. Her life was unraveling.
“Tell me every bit of it, Tommy! Tell me right now!”
“I’m going to make you remain calm until Hannah and I are finished. Then you’ll be free to do as you see fit.” Angela agreed. It was better if she knew everything, and she feared she wouldn’t get through it all any other way.
Angela listened to every detail, especially in Hannah’s graphic description of her rape at Tomlin’s hands. But she also heard the tale of Kyle’s death and Tomlin’s madness in the aftermath. She knew the gentle nature of her lover’s heart. She understood his reasons. Angela forgave him for her parent’s death. But she could not forgive him for his violation of Hannah.
The tiny redhead crossed to Tomlin when the last of his story was done, and she slapped him in the face with all of her might. She spat on him and kicked him over and over until her fists began to fly. She split his lip and tore a gash in his ear. He never rose from the chair. When she could strike him no more, she took Hannah’s hand and led her to the guest bedroom. “Don’t come back for a while,” she told Tomlin before she closed the door.
Tomlin crossed to the door and spoke loudly. “Hannah, do not disobey your little sister. She’s in complete charge.” He left the house and stayed at a hotel for three days.
On the morning of the fourth day, Tomlin’s comm rang. “Come home,” Angela said and hung up.
His hands were trembling as he opened the door. He had the power to make everything go his way, but if he used it he lost Angela’s honest love. There was a very real possibility that when he opened the door the house might be empty; or his bags might be packed for him.
His entire world hanging in the balance, Tomlin opened the door.
PART FOUR coming quite soon.
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