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The Mayor’s Daughter (Part Six—Final chapter)
Synopsis, parts 1-5:
Tomlin, a man with mind control powers used his abilities to rape and debase the wife and elder daughter of the mayor who caused the death of Tomlin’s son. He took Angela, the mayor’s innocent ten-year-old daughter, as his little lover. He moved her to a new city far away from the evil people who had raised her. Tomlin used his powers to give her pleasure, but never to control her. She became his entire life.
Two years later, with the mayor and his wife executed by their enemies, Tomlin returned and rescued the older daughter, Hannah, from the new mayor who was using her as his personal sex slave. Angela discovered everything that Tomlin had done, but eventually forgave him. The two daughters did demand that he cleanse their memories of the incident so that they could move on with their lives. Tomlin went further with Hannah, wiping out some of the memories that had led her to callous and slutty behavior. He would never take her as a lover, because he was still guilty for the rape, but with her memories gone she bonded to him as a stepfather.
Angela, then twelve, was becoming overwhelmed by Tomlin’s constant need for sex and recruited her best friend, Sierra to “help out.” Athletic Sierra was a wonderful lover for Tomlin, but moved on to a boy closer to her age. Meanwhile, Sierra’s older brother Carlos became Hannah’s one true love after Tomlin helped him overcome an earlier trauma. It occurred to Hannah and Tomlin at times that Carlos reminded them both of a young Tomlin.
Then, Angela took Courtney, her sometimes rival, as a lover. Courtney turned out to be hiding a tremendous crush on Angela and wanted the girl to dominate her. Tomlin watched them make love and found that Courtney’s mind functioned much like Hannah’s. After Angela dominated Courtney, she then proposed that Courtney join her in becoming Tomlin’s lover--to which Courtney happily agreed.
Tomlin decided that he was becoming good at using his power to help other people, and vowed that he was going to make a more meaningful contribution to the lives of the people in his new city.
Science fiction, mind control, male/female teens, male female teen, anal, pissing/watersports, bondage/restriction, domination/submission
For some reason, Courtney liked things better when they were sideways. She was something of a free-thinker. She loved to sit on top of Tomlin’s cock and face sideways as he took her tight young pussy. She loved to finger and kiss Angela’s sex while lying at a perpendicular angle to her. Now, she was offering her round little ass to them while kneeling sideways to the bed, her chest resting on the mattress.
“I think she’s ready for the big thing, Tommy,” Angel said.
“Well, I always wanted to do that over the table,” he said nonchalantly, “but I don’t think I can top your little display in the kitchen. Did you ever make that girl squirm all over the table!”
“But just look at that sweet little ass, Tommy. She’s practically begging for it. You know how she swings it around you. Such a little slut for you, isn’t she?”
“I’m right here,” Courtney said with a slight plea in her voice. “You talk about me like I can’t hear you.”
“Shhhh! No one is talking to you, honey,” Angela said as if speaking to a child who had interrupted her parents. Courtney wanted to turn to them and plead with her eyes, but she really couldn’t. Angela had used two silken sashes and tied Courtney’s arms to the far side of the bed. Angela moved to the girl and traced a tickling finger up and down the length of her sex. Courtney moaned with desire but did not speak. “You know, I think I could finger her here,” Angela offered to Tomlin. “While you put your big cock right here,” she said as she moved her finger from the girl’s sex to her tight little asshole. “But I’d have to get under her… sideways.”
Courtney moaned again and twitched her long slender legs together, aching for some genuine satisfaction from either of her ridiculously skilled lovers. The idea of having Angela sideways to her had sent her even further into ecstasy than she had been all evening, and she had spent most of the evening being loved in some way or another. Tomlin picked up on Courtney’s usual thoughts during their sex games. “I’m such a little whore,” she thought. “God, I love being their little whore. I hope I’m theirs forever.”
That last thought had given Tomlin some fear in the beginning. He had taken Sierra to his bed knowing that she would someday be free to pursue normal young love. But Courtney wanted none of that. She wanted to know she was theirs for the rest of her life. Tomlin knew from the beginning that Angela wanted to love the girl forever, but he wasn’t sure about himself. Before he took the girl to his bed and pleasured her with his mind and his incredibly capable body, he spent an entire day with her, just talking and getting to know her through gently walking in her mind. After that, he knew her better than most men knew their wives. He had become certain that the girl was more than just a sexy submissive. She was a kind and sweet girl, shy in many ways, but blessed with a very loving heart. Like him, she had not always been a good person, and now she desperately sought redemption and acceptance from people like Angela who were pure of heart. All those things made the man love the girl, but it was her unconventional mind that made him truly fall for her. Tomlin took her into his heart and never looked back.
Of course, despite the fact that he and Angela were now completely in love with her, they still dominated her and teased her beyond all reason in the bedroom. Courtney craved that from her lovers. She wanted it to be clear that she would do anything for the people she loved. They had all learned that domination came in many forms, but could always be delivered with love. As long as all the games were ultimately played with Tomlin and Angela holding the overarching goal of Courtney’s pleasure in mind, dominating her was a loving act.
Tomlin didn’t move toward her yet. He let her stew for a few more moments. “I don’t know if she’d like that,” he said.
“Please, Daddy,” Courtney sobbed. “Please do that.” Tomlin’s cock twitched at that. Angel called him Daddy in public, but Tommy at home. Hannah called him Al in private, and Sierra had always called him Mr. T no matter the situation. Only Courtney called him Daddy in the bedroom. Tomlin knew that the girl had lost her parents when she was an infant and had been raised by an aunt and her girlfriend. The women loved her, but had never planned on having a child. They wanted to live in the moment, and had spent the last dozen years tied down by the sweet girl. In many ways, her forty-three-year-old dominant lover was the only Daddy the thirteen-year-old blonde had ever known.
“It’s so hard to say no to you, pumpkin,” he said, finally speaking directly to her. “Okay, Angel, fire her up.” Angela began to finger Courtney as she lay underneath her along the edge of the bed. Tomlin fetched some warm oil from the nightstand and began to work it into the girl’s anus. Courtney had been with them for a while now, and had been fingered in her ass many times. Angela loved to use a small dildo on it as well, but this was to be the first time Courtney would take anything of size up that hole.
Tomlin walked in her mind as they prepped her. Courtney had always known that her bottom was her “moneymaker.” By the time she was ten or eleven older boys and even grown men would notice it. She liked the attention, but was careful not to swing it too much unless someone she really desired was nearby. Tomlin and Angela had just assumed the girl loved to work the crowd with it. They had never really seen her without that little bit of extra sway in her walk. Once they became intimate, they realized that her public display had in fact been intended more or less as a private show for their benefit. As she felt the warm oil slide into her channel along with Tomlin’s finger, Courtney groaned in anticipation. She anticipated that it would hurt, but she was okay with that. Tomlin sensed that she was going to her faithful mantra. She was displaying love by doing anything she could to please her lovers.
Tomlin noticed that Courtney also thought that since she had come to really enjoy little things up there, she would soon come to be able to gain greater pleasure by having something big up there. It had worked with her pussy, after all. She had progressed from her little dildo to two of Angela’s fingers to a little bigger dildo to Tomlin’s big cock on that side. She was ready to do the same on the back side. Tomlin was sure she was ready. “Tell me what it was you wanted again, sweetie?” he teased as he put the oil back in the nightstand.
“Take my ass, please,” Courtney moaned as she struggled to form words while the little redhead was sucking Courtney’s clit.
“Take it how, exactly?”
“Please, Daddy, fuck me in the ass with your big cock,” she panted. “Oh, fuck, Angela, that feels so good!” she squealed as the redhead latched onto her clit again and drove two fingers deep into Courtney’s wet snatch.
Tomlin couldn’t hold back any longer. He had wanted to take this girl in this fashion for so long, now. Something about Courtney drove people to want to be a little rough with her before she even admitted that it was what she wanted. He pressed the big head of his cock to the tight little channel. Courtney moaned. Tomlin drove into her a few inches. The outer ring of muscles fought him for a moment, but he had managed to push past it. Once inside, the passage itself wrapped around his big cock like a soft fist.
“Oh, my fucking god! It hurts, Daddy!”
“Want me to stop?”
“Never! I can do it for you, Daddy.”
“Angel, our little lover is a filthy slut, isn’t she?”
“The filthiest, Tommy.”
“Smack her ass for being so filthy, if you don’t mind, Angel.”
“Of course, darling,” the little redhead said and slid herself all the way under Courtney until her upper body was past the moaning blonde. With the left side of her body under the bed, and her back on the floor, Angela still managed to get a nice wind-up and bring her tiny right hand up to Courtney’s left butt cheek with some force. A loud smack filled the air in the room. Courtney wailed in pleasure and pain, far more of the former. Tomlin used the distraction to drive deeper into her backside. He was now about six inches into her.
Courtney screamed as he reached depths of her that no dildo or finger had ever explored. Her upper body twisted as she tried to catch sight of what was happening, but she was still bound by the sashes. Tomlin opened Courtney’s mind, but didn’t give her his own view. He linked Angela’s mind to Courtney’s with his as a conduit. Courtney saw the hand swinging up to deliver a second blow, but also saw Tomlin ram his way home as Angela jerked her head around to watch what she knew would come with the smack. Somehow, the sight of Tomlin pushing his hips all the way to a collision with her ass, gave Courtney a sense of profound relief.
It hurt like hell, but she had done it. That whole nine-inch monster was inside of her, and she was still alive—and somewhat surprisingly to Courtney—still conscious. She had feared she would pass out. Tomlin could sense the way the girl felt. She didn’t feel stuffed as much as she felt stretched. It was the girth more than the length that caused the stinging pain inside of her little ass. But she wasn’t worried about it, now. She had done it. Her muscles relaxed somewhat, and it became easier for her to accept the big visitor to her tiny chamber. Tomlin sensed what the girl wanted in the moment, and made sure that he sent the message to his Angel.
Angela crawled up onto the bed and lay at a perpendicular angle to Courtney, their faces only inches apart from one another. “I love you, Courtney,” Angela whispered. When Courtney opened her mouth to reply, Angela spit into it. Tomlin was glad that Angela was comfortable with Courtney’s desire to be spit on. Tomlin found it nearly impossible to do. Courtney’s body and face were so beautiful that despite her desire to have it happen spitting on her was difficult for him. He just didn’t want to stain her perfection. Besides, he had spit in Hannah’s face as he’d raped her three years ago. The act was too loaded with memory for him. Courtney, for her part, moaned in pleasure and swallowed Angela’s spittle. Angela stroked the girl’s hair and kissed her lips as Tomlin began to move again.
Tomlin used his body for all it was worth. He was far faster than a normal human, and he drove deeply into the girl at a speed that made his hips nearly invisible to the human eye. The blonde’s channel was so well-oiled that there was no worry about injuring her. Tomlin’s mind was so filled with lust and pleasure of its own that he stepped out of the girls’ minds in the moment. He had taken Angel’s ass before, and Sierra’s, too. He had loved the feeling of it. How anything could be so soft and accepting yet so strong at the same time mystified him. But Courtney’s ass was something special. Surrounded by a beautiful face, slender waist, long legs and a generous bosom, the ass still popped out to anyone who saw her. Now, that was his. He shared right to that gorgeous ass with Angel, but only he was able to do this to her. That marvelous traffic-stopping ass was one of the wonders of the world, and only he was going to be able to fuck it.
He slowed to enjoy the sensation. With long and deliberate strokes he brought his cock nearly out of her and then pressed forward at a pace that allowed every millimeter of his lengthy shaft to be stimulated by the warm and ferociously tight passage. The sounds the girl created during her ordeal of pain and pleasure induced a maddening lust in his brain and heart. She didn’t spare the volume in the least. Courtney was becoming quite the screamer, and as he slowed to long strokes, she reacted to each push with a cry that began in such a high pitch that his male ears could barely perceive it, but would crescendo in a lusty wail of ecstatic agony.
He bent over her back, the big head of his cock resting just inside her as he leaned on her warm skin. “Only a filthy, filthy whore would beg for this, pumpkin. But I don’t think I’m going to do it anymore unless you do.”
“Please, Daddy. Please, please hammer me again. Stick that big cock in my little whore ass. I saved it for you. Fuck it so hard it makes me cry.”
Satisfied that he had given her the chance to talk the way she loved, he began to pound on her delicious ass. “She’s a filthy slut, Angel!” he cried.
Angel took the cue without needing a message to her mind. She rolled to her belly, turned sideways and began to pinch the blonde’s firm tits from beneath. Tomlin felt the exquisite rush of pleasure come off of Courtney. It was just the right kind of pain and in just the right amount. Courtney was in heaven. Her body was her lovers’ plaything, and as long as they used her and mildly abused her she was able to reach a part of them that they rarely reached with one another. She knew she added another dimension to their love while still evoking a unique love for herself. She assumed she could not reach greater heights of euphoria.
Tomlin had one more thing for her. Without warning, he picked her feet and legs up from beneath the bed and plopped them onto the mattress. He flipped her legs over to the side and stood at the end of the bed, fucking her ass from a newly acquired sideways position. Her upper body rotated toward Angela who was still at a perpendicular angle to Courtney. Her whole world was turned sideways, and that was the trigger for Courtney. When Angela bit on her nipple and ground her fingertips into the girl’s sex, Courtney had a climax that made her feel like she was flying apart. Everywhere she turned there was pleasure and pain, lust and love. “Sweet little fuck slut,” Angela whispered into her ear as she caught Courtney’s thrashing head and pushed it into her ample tits. She reached up and untied the girl’s arms lest she pull something in her attempts to get free of her bonds.
Courtney tried to kiss and suck her little redheaded lover’s nipples, but she had too little control to do it. Her tongue had to remain inside her mouth or she might have bitten it off. “I love you,” she moaned, barely forming intelligible words at all.
Tomlin was nearly losing his mind as well. The dimensions were different this way, and he was stretching her all over again. The ring of muscle touched the back of his cock’s head in an all new way, and the underside glided over a slightly different surface than before. And through it all, there was the tightness. The experience of taking Courtney’s ass was greater even than the anticipation. Now, he was fucking a girl who shuddered, shook and trembled uncontrollably. Her arms would thrash about and grasp at anything they could find.
Tomlin got a new flash of pain-induced pleasure as Courtney’s newly-freed hand found Angela’s ass and a finger drove deep inside of it. “Yes, you crazy bitch!” Angela squealed. Then, the thrill got even more intense as Courtney’s other hand found Angela’s hair and pulled her head around.
Tomlin was overwhelmed and felt the boiling rage of his ejaculation tear through his shaft. Again and again he filled the gorgeous ass with long ropes of cum. The girls were a writhing mess of passion now, and he watched in wonder even as his cock continued to twitch inside the blonde’s ass. Finally having completed his release, he withdrew from Courtney and stepped back to watch his little lovers clutch and paw one another in frenzied lust.
Courtney ultimately ended up on top, pinning tiny Angela to the bed and wildly sucking at the nipples of her well-developed breasts. The blonde came up for air and finally got her senses about her for a moment. Her eyes opened wide as she realized that she had been rough with Angela. She had never done that before. Courtney seemed as if she was about to burst into a tear-filled apology. “You’re so beautiful,” Angela panted. “Eat my cunt now. And finger my ass.”
Courtney did as she was instructed, relieved to be given an order she knew she could follow and finding that her beautiful redheaded lover could handle it if Courtney got wild sometimes. Angela’s control didn’t come from physical strength. It simply came from the fact that she was the one of them who was comfortable in control.
Tomlin watched as the leggy blonde greedily feasted on her lover’s sex. Her gorgeous ass was up in the air, but some of his cum had begun to dribble out of it and run down onto her sex. Gently, he moved in behind her and slid his cock into her sweet pussy. He took her slowly and lovingly. “I love you so much, pumpkin,” he whispered as he leaned up over her. He felt the slow wave of tender pleasure emanating from the girl’s body and knew he was right to be tender with her now. “We both love you so much. You are a treasure, Courtney. We love you, body and soul.”
“Make this my home, Daddy,” she whispered in his mind. “Make this my home.”
“Done,” he said aloud. “Angel already asked. We were just waiting for you. I’ll talk to your aunties tomorrow.”
As he continued pleasuring the girl who had basically become his second little wife, Tomlin wondered if any man had ever had a happier home.
Tomlin found that he loved the food court at the mall. There were so many souls there in need of a little “pick-me-up” in their mind. He essentially made himself invisible to everyone’s perception and moved among the people. He changed dozens of bad days into good ones with only a few seconds work inside a person’s head. Much of what he did was simply help stressed-out mothers relax and enjoy their children. On many occasions he would urge siblings not to pick at one another for a bit and gave them pleasant daydreams to occupy their mind and keep them from fussing during a boring day of shopping. He loved to help awkward teenage couples find just the right thing to say to make their feelings clear and begin the romance both wanted to have happen.
Sometimes he had more serious things to do. He gave girls the confidence to leave abusive relationships. He sometimes did the same for boys. He rarely did a major overhaul on a stranger, but he tweaked many things here and there.
There were times that he did more than that, though. Tomlin once found a serial rapist and planted in him the burning need to go to the police station and confess. He saw the irony of him, of all people, busting a rapist. But he also knew that because he interrupted the man’s plans, there was a little fifteen-year-old Asian girl working the counter at Sbarro’s who didn’t get raped in the parking garage that evening because of what he had done.
Tomlin had decided he was going to do his city some good, and he was slowly becoming convinced that he was doing just that. At long last, he had realized what he could become. He could have become even more powerful, he reasoned, if he had lived his life a little differently. His power seemed linked to his happiness and contentment.
If only he had acted differently that night at the mansion. If only his rage hadn’t driven him to act out against Hannah. She had been awful in those days, but no little thirteen-year-old girl deserved to be raped. The guilt of what Tomlin had done to the girl he now loved like a daughter would always be there, and it would always be the one thing that prevented him from reaching complete contentment in his life. It would always be the one thing that kept him from being a truly good man.
As that thought occupied his mind, he saw the world go white, and he was lost. Something had taken control of his mind.
In the living quarters of the mayoral mansion, ten-year-old Angela moved among the still figures of the four people she controlled. She had been lucky, and she knew it. This man who had entered her home had more power than she had, possibly not as much as she would someday, but certainly more than she had now. Like a surgeon, she had picked through his brain, finding the way his abilities were enhanced or limited by the serenity in his soul. Had he not been so fixated on revenge, had he not just lost his beloved son, she never could have taken him unaware and gained control of his mind. She was a Changeling; not even alive during the Days of the Poison Sky, she had become mutated in the womb by contaminants her mother had inhaled. She was a mindwalker, and she could sense other Changelings, but she had never encountered one with such power and potential before.
Having him under her control, but not wanting to destroy a man with such incredible ability to do good for the world, she had helped him live out the next few years of his life in his mind. She let him believe he had done everything he’d intended to do when he walked into the room. She’d even let him see the twisted person her sister had become so that she could see how he would react to her. Seeing how he behaved then, she’d thought she would have to seize this one opportunity to destroy him. Thankfully she had stayed in his mind long enough let him reveal his true nature. Given time to free himself of the madness caused by his son’s murder, he was one of the gentlest souls she had ever known. And little Angela was a girl who knew everyone around her to the bottom of their soul. He was an angel in agony, but he truly was an angel in the end. Only a Changeling like herself could have known for certain what he was, but she did know it for a certainty.
“Hannah,” she said, “we need to talk, sis.”
“Angie, did you freeze my brain again? I hate when you do that shit! Wait a second, who’s the hot old guy?”
“He came here to destroy our parents. They helped murder his son,” Angela had tears in her eyes, but she was in control of herself. She was so much more certain than the other mindwalker in the room that once she had gotten the jump on him she could hold him in check even as she continued to talk to her sister.
“Are you going to kill him?”
Of course Hannah would think of that first. Her impulses were so dark these days. Things had changed so much for her, and never for the better. “No, but I am going to make sure he doesn’t destroy them. He can push buttons I could never hope to push. He’s going to make our parents into better people, and then he’s going to take the two of us away from all this hatred and war. We’re going to be happy.”
“To hell he’s taking me away from this place. Angie, our family is in charge here!”
“But we’re not happy!”
“No one is happy,” Hannah said; sometimes she was aggravated by her sweet sister’s naiveté. But she loved the little girl.
“He was happy. Then our parents destroyed his world. He can be happy again, if we go with him. And we’ll be happy too.”
“No one could make me happy, Angie. It’s not my nature.”
Angela knew what Hannah had become. The little girl was clever, and she could walk in the minds of grown-ups well enough to understand many things she shouldn’t have been able to fathom. Hannah’s psychiatrist knew what was happening, and Angela had probed his mind when he made his last weekly visit. Angela’s big sister was addicted to sex, or at least to sex play. But she wasn’t getting any emotional satisfaction from it. It would take some kind of miracle-man to be able to fulfill both her sexual cravings and connect with her heart. “He can make you happy, Hannah.”
“Besides mind control? He has a nine-inch cock and superhuman sexual powers.”
Hannah looked at her parents. She knew what they were. She knew she would eventually become them. There was a glimmer of hope now, a chance that her fate could be different. Still, she lacked the courage to follow that path. But Angela had just used Hannah’s sex addiction to save her. She looked at the handsome man with the magical cock. Its lure was too great for her. “Okay, then,” she whispered. “I’m in.”
Angela silently ordered Hannah to sit quietly and wait. Hannah thought it was her own idea. Angela had seen many people in Tomlin’s mind, both real and imagined. But one evoked more powerful emotions than any other. She used the extremely detailed portrait of that person in Tomlin’s memory and created him in the Changeling’s mind.
“Dad?” the creation said softly.
“Kyle?” Tomlin wept freely.
“What are you doing to these people, Dad?”
“They’re the ones responsible for what happened to you. I-I’m going to make them pay.”
“What the hell are you talking about, Dad? You already forgave the boy who killed me. I loved you more than ever for that. You did a work of great mercy and kindness in my name. Be that man again, Dad. Make my legacy one of hope, not of hatred and revenge.”
“Kyle, you’re so much better than me. I don’t know if I have any forgiveness left.”
“Yes, you do, Dad. You raised me. Every bit of good in me came from what you taught me. If you show mercy one more time, you prove that everything I was is stronger than hate.”
“Oh, my beautiful, beautiful boy. How can I live without you?”
“One day at a time… you’ll get there, Dad. Take more people into your heart. Help them become good people, too.”
“Kyle, stay with me, son.”
“I have to go, Dad. Honor me! Honor me!” The vision faded.
Then, Tomlin realized that there was someone there, someone who had control of his mind. He also realized that he was gradually being released. Finally, he saw the girl he had seen in a series of vivid dreams while under her control. “Thank you, little angel,” he whispered when he finally pieced together what she had done for him. “You’re Angela?”
“Yes, sir. Angela Weathers.”
“You’re strong enough to do this to me, and you’re only nine?”
“Just turned ten, sir. This is my sister, Hannah. She’s thirteen. Isn’t she gorgeous?”
“You’re both beautiful. So beautiful.”
“Do what you can for my parents, Tommy. Then Hannah and I will go with you as your willing companions.”
“I’d like that,” he said with a sad smile. “Someone I loved told me to take more people into my heart.”
“Then we should get your friends’ little girls from the orphanage, too” Angela said. “The girls are beautiful and sweet. I’ve seen them through your eyes. The older one’s my age. I think we could be friends.”
“Sierra?” he said, thinking of the wonderful daughters left behind when Meg and Javier Santos had perished as Meg tried to give medical attention to a group of school children caught in a crossfire. “I was thinking about that. We’ll get them, too, then.” In his vision, he couldn’t stand to think of his two best friends as dead. But apparently the little angel had no difficulty sorting out which characters in his vision were real and which were hopeful creations of his mind. Even he hadn’t been able to tell at times. He wondered where Courtney had come from, and why she had seemed so very real to him.
Tomlin did what he could for the parents and put them to sleep on the couch as he left with both the mayor’s daughters.
It was nearly three years later that Tomlin anxiously awaited the arrival of the blonde with the ass that had been haunting his dreams. It wasn’t that he needed another lover. Angel could nearly keep up with his voracious sexual appetite, and Sierra was sometimes there to help. The beautiful Latina had recently left their little circle of lovers for a boy at school, but she still loved them as much as ever. It simply wasn’t her destiny to become theirs forever. Her life was her own, and they respected and loved her all the same. There was always room for her in their bed if she needed or desired their romantic love again. But the little blonde Tomlin was now waiting for touched parts of his mind and soul that it seemed no one else really could, not Sierra, not even Angel.
And, just like in the vision, Angel had begun to feel the same attraction that her Tommy felt toward the blonde with the enticing bottom. Tomlin tried to blame himself, but Angel was having none of that. This was not something that Angel had picked up from walking in his mind. The blonde had tempted her for too long. Angel had actually taken her first, at the kitchen table. Now, Angel wanted the one girl that she truly loved to share her unique brand of passion with her man.
He was Angela’s life, after all. No important part of her life should be held separate from him. Angela had changed her last name to Tomlin, but never bothered to change her first name. Anyone who might have connected her to her old city and old life was easy enough for her to control. They had decided that for safety’s sake Hannah should go by her middle name in public. Hannah had gone further with it, abandoning her old identity altogether, and insisted on answering only to her middle name. Angela opened the door of the room and called to her. “Come on in, Courtney,” she said to her sister.
Tomlin admired the younger Weathers girl. He had many things for which he owed his little redheaded lover eternal gratitude, but none of them was a greater gift than the fact that she had stopped him from ever hurting her sister that night in the mansion. He would have never been able to be her lover—certainly never able to dominate her in the way she craved—if he had ever acted cruelly toward her in the past. But he did want her. He wanted her so badly that he had envisioned another blonde as a stand-in for her when his Angel had guided him through a vision of what his life might become if he went through with his plan to rape Hannah in front of her parents.
But now, Hannah was here in the flesh, having changed her name, having fought with him and challenged him at every turn for over a year when she first moved to the new city with him. But she had changed, learned her self-worth and finally accepted that he was a better father to her than her own had ever been. Still, while she called him her Daddy and respected him as one, Courtney’s feelings were far more complex than that where he was concerned. At last, she admitted to her sister that she greatly desired that he ravage her and use his amazing body to bring her both pleasure and erotic pain. Angie had already known that for some time, but she was still overjoyed to hear Courtney finally admit it.
“I’m here for you, Daddy,” Courtney said, and awaited his command.
“I’m going to leave you two to yourselves tonight,” Angela said, standing in the door before she left. “Sierra has a date, and I’m taking Pilar to the movies.”
“How did you ever become so incredible?”
“Love. I love love. And I love both of you,” she said as she closed the door behind her.
Tomlin turned toward Courtney, she had not moved. She cast her beautiful blue eyes to the floor. She had been so haughty and impossible to deal with at first, but the two of them had found a way to love one another like father and daughter. But even then, the mounting desire between the two had created a tension between them. Now, that tension would be gone, giving way to satisfaction and acceptance.
“Come here, little slut,” he said, touching her mind and knowing they were the words she wanted to hear. She crossed to him and knelt in front of him; the arrogance that had been her defense was no longer needed; she knew she loved this man, and she knew how she wanted the man who loved her to treat her. “Suck my cock.”
Courtney reached up and pulled his boxers down to the floor and allowed him to step out of them. She took his long, thick shaft in her hand and looked at it in wonder for a second or two. “It’s so fucking big!” she whispered and then put her mouth on him. She had some skill. She had liked doing this even to boys she didn’t love. Now, he could sense her thrill at getting her first opportunity to pleasure the man she loved above all others.
Her tongue seemed like it could twist in every direction, sometimes Tomlin thought it was in more than one place at once. She licked and spiraled with that tongue, and he even realized that she wrote filthy words with it on the underside of his shaft. He let her see them in her mind. Her little hands worked his balls with great dexterity, and her fingers were warm and soft. “I love you, Courtney,” he said as she worked him patiently and gently. He could sense she was waiting for him to say more. “Sweet cock-sucking whore that you are,” he added. The corners of her mouth drew up in a little smile.
Tomlin did not move but created the illusion in his lover’s mind that strong hands seized her by the wrists and jerked her to her feet. The sensation was so real that Courtney rose quickly and threw her arms wide as if she was helpless to close them against the hands that forced her to spread. “Please, Daddy, let me do it some more.”
“Begging to suck my cock?”
“Because it feels so good to please you.”
“Because I’m your little whore.”
“Are you beautiful, Courtney?”
“No, Daddy. I’m plain.”
“I say you’re beautiful. Your face and smile are gorgeous. Your tits are nice and full for a sixteen-year-old girl, but your hips are still slim. Your legs are short, but very strong and tight. Doesn’t that make you feel beautiful?”
Courtney blushed at the praise. “Only when you and Angie tell me things like that, Daddy. Then I feel beautiful.” Her eyes darted down to the big cock she wanted to taste or feel or have violate her anywhere, in any fashion.
“You’re also sexy, Courtney. Your ass makes me want to bend you over the table and drill you from behind. Does that make you feel sexy?”
“Oh, God yes!”
“What else makes you feel sexy?”
“The way you look at me, Daddy. Lately you look at me like I’m supposed to be your fuck-toy.” There was a plea in her voice as she added. “I want to be your sexy fuck-toy, Daddy.”
“What else do you want, Courtney?”
“To be shamed,” she said and dropped her chin down.
“Look at me and tell me again, pumpkin.”
“I want you to shame me. It turns me on.”
“If I let you treat me like that it reminds me how much I love you. I used to be a total little slut, but now, I would only do those things with someone I loved. Only for you… and for Angie.”
He moved in close and trailed a finger up her taut belly. The pink babydoll teddy she wore rose slightly and he could see the tops of her sheer pink panties. Blonde hair pressed against the fabric. “What if Sierra wanted to do them to you?”
She shuddered at the touch. A few drops of moisture ran down the inside of her leg. “I love Sierra, and she’s sexy, but I wouldn’t want her to do them to me. If I wasn’t in love with you and Angie I would love to fool around with her, but I belong to the two of you.” She was having trouble speaking now. His finger was tracing the hemline where her panties barely covered her ass.
“What if Angie ordered you to force Sierra to fuck you?”
“I wouldn’t do it, even for the two of you. I don’t hurt people. Besides, that little girl could kick my ass.”
Tomlin reached into her panties and placed his fingers over her clit. He vibrated them quickly and she bucked and moaned in pleasure. “That was a very good, honest answer,” he said. “We don’t want a girl who loses herself completely. We just want you, the person that we love. You never have to change for us.”
Courtney was taking it all in. He made sure of it. But she was screaming in pleasure as his fingers brought her to a climax. Her legs grew weak, and she started to sag, but the illusion of hands holding her up kept her from sinking to her knees. “Thank you, Daddy,” she panted. “Thank you, thank you.”
“Now, what if Sierra thought it was okay and Angie and I told you to fuck her?”
“I would fuck that little beauty all she could stand, Daddy, because it pleased you and no one got hurt. And, I would like fucking Sierra.”
“Would Angie and I ever have you fuck someone you didn’t want to fuck?”
“No, Daddy. You wouldn’t hurt me… that way.” There was a naughty flicker in her eyes as she said that.
“But you think I will hurt you?” he asked, smiling slightly.
“Yes, Daddy. Because you love me, and you know I want you to do it. Not bad pain, just some. It makes me feel sexy.”
“I love you, Courtney,” he said. “Strip naked, my pretty little slut.” Courtney felt the hands release her and she quickly pulled the nightie and her panties from her body and threw them to the floor. “Give me those panties, slut.” Courtney scrambled to the floor and came back up holding the panties out to him. “You came all over these. They’re soaking wet!”
“I’m sorry, Daddy. You made me feel so good.”
He breathed deeply of their scent. “It’s okay, pumpkin. They’ll help remind me of what a filthy little thing you are, as if that ass wasn’t enough.”
“I don’t mean to be filthy, Daddy. I can’t help it around you.” She was twitching her thighs, craving satisfaction again. The shame was like a push of a drug into her bloodstream.
“Well, I suppose discipline is the only solution,” he said with a sigh. “I hate to have to be strict with my little girl, but she needs a firm hand.” Once again, Courtney found herself being spread wide by an invisible grip. This time, her legs were spread as well. “I saw the filthy thing you were doing with your thighs,” he added.
Courtney blushed bright red and looked down again. She had once been shameless, but somehow three years of being in a house filled with love and its own odd sense of decency allowed her to now be embarrassed. Sexual pleasures carried emotional weight with her now. She had been on the verge of nymphomania, constantly craving the physical thrills and never feeling anything with her heart. Now, her heart felt things so profoundly that her body’s pleasures were amplified ten-fold. It was only a decent girl who could be truly shamed, only a girl with some control over her impulses who could truly feel the joy of surrendering to them in a wanton manner.
Tomlin stepped to her. “I adore you,” he whispered and then slapped her right tit. It was not a vicious blow, just enough to cause a stinging sensation. Courtney quivered in delight. It was so right for him to treat her like this. She had wanted it for such a long time. He used his invisible hand to force her fingers down to his cock. She began to stroke him. She wanted so very badly to jam the cock into her soaking little cunt, but she had not been given his blessing. The desperation she felt was reflected in her movements. When he slapped her left tit, she strained against the phantom restraints and tried to drop down and pop his cock into her mouth.
“Is that enough discipline?” he asked her, placing a gentle hand on her chin and making her look him in the eye.
“I’m still a slut, Daddy. I haven’t learned.” She fought to suppress her smile. He was willing to do more to her, and the shame of it felt so fucking good.
“Shameful,” he whispered and spit in her face. He couldn’t have done it for her before. If he had actually done what he had meant to do to her in the mansion, he could have never been like this with her. But now, he meant every word of adoration he heaped upon her, and none of the cruel things he said. They both knew that, and the shame or guilt either felt was just another sideways manifestation of love and desire. Desire took him for a moment, and he licked the spit off her face, and then slid his tongue into her mouth so that she could suck the spittle from it. He had seen a vision of Angel doing this with phantom Courtney, the sexy, sideways-thinking girl his mind had conjured as a stand-in for Hannah, the girl he had desired but could not have. Phantom Courtney had even called him Daddy.
In the vision, he had then conjured the phantom Carlos, the ultimate handsome boy stand-in for himself, because he couldn’t let even the Hannah of his vision be lonely. Carlos didn’t have Tomlin’s special abilities, but Tomlin had endowed him with every advantage a “normal” boy could have—looks, brains, athletic ability, a tender heart and the commanding side that he knew Hannah would crave. Then, he had given Carlos his blessing to pleasure and dominate his little girl, to love her as he wanted to do it.
Now, though, Tomlin had the real thing. Even if they all called her by her new name, she was still Hannah. She was still the girl who had rescued Angel from the cruel boys when Angel was only six. Had Angel been eight, the year her powers kicked in, that all might have ended very differently. But the girl now standing before Tomlin had indeed been the protector in that moment, and somehow, they all drew strength from that. “I love my brave girl,” he whispered. He grabbed her by her blonde hair and led her to the bathroom attached to the master bedroom.
Courtney looked to the tub and to the toilet. She was unsure of where she should go. He pushed her toward the tub. They climbed in and stood facing one another. He kissed her and held her close to him and sent the urge to pee into her brain. She spread her lips and pissed on his cock and legs as he continued to snake his tongue around her mouth. She realized he was too hard to piss at the moment, but knew that time would come yet this night, or perhaps in the morning. “I did it, Daddy,” she sent to his brain. “It felt good.”
“We’re letting all the bad things out, honey, to make room for the good things.”
“I wasn’t ashamed to do that. Is that okay?”
“It’s okay, pumpkin. You’re trying so hard.” He reached back and turned on the shower. Courtney thrilled to what she saw with Tomlin’s help. The shower head sent forth a cascade of many colors. Flower petals in the entire spectrum rained down on her body, but when they struck her, they became clear and cleansing water. They soaked into her and gave her forgiveness for anything she had ever done wrong in her life. Her soul was purified by the shower of forgiveness. The more pure and decent she felt, the easier it was to feel the shame that turned her on so very much. She had found a man who would always love her, and who could always give her the shame she craved. She would never grow jaded, never become anything but this innocent who wanted to be treated like a whore.
Tomlin turned off the shower and stepped out of the tub to turn on the heat lamp. Within moments, the bathroom became incredibly hot and steamy. It was a sultry setting, the type of place where only the worst sins could happen. Before he even touched her, Courtney felt sharp pinches on her nipples. His invisible fingers were giving her the sensation of exquisite pain. She squealed in a rapture of lust. “Oh, yes, Daddy. It hurts just right!”
Tomlin grunted and bent the girl over the bathroom counter. The steam made it impossible to see more than the basic outline of her features in the mirror, but as it would gradually clear, the girl would be forced to look deeply into the eyes of the beautiful person reflected there. Perhaps, she could even learn to love herself the way he loved her. But she would have to do that while in the throes of ecstasy.
Tomlin drove his big cock deeply into her pussy from behind. She was little, but she was no virgin, and she was a lusty creature by nature. The cock was big enough to hurt as it spread her and filled her deep inside, but all of those things were things she craved. The finger he jammed in her ass was big, far bigger than Angie’s tiny digits. But it vibrated like Angie’s did, even faster. He was definitely the more powerful of the two, but he insisted the day would come when Angie surpassed him.
Tomlin walked in her mind and pushed in the sight of her ass being vibrated by his finger while his huge cock plowed in and out of her pussy nearly as fast. Courtney wailed in pleasure. The sweet pain faded slightly as the ecstatic feelings of carnal satisfaction took over. The pain was something she loved, but she did not need it to feel enraptured. Everything she got from her lovers meant something to her. She could find thrills in candlelight, soft music and gentle touches from this man. But in this moment, her desires were being well-satisfied by the continual jolts of lightning in her pussy. He went deep, deep inside of her, past the cervix and into her womb. No lover had ever done that for her before. Yes, it had hurt at first, but that was gone, too. Her acceptance of him was complete in body and soul. The first orgasm she felt when fully coupled with this man gave her a deeper sense of calm and fulfillment than she had ever known.
Courtney wanted only one more thing from him, but she dare never ask it. That privilege should be Angie’s. But Tomlin and Angela had known what she craved for some time. Angel had secured Tommy’s blessing to let Courtney have it. She was the older sister, after all.
Courtney clearly remembered taking her pill at the beginning of the month, but it had never happened. Her sister had planted that memory there. As her two lovers had planned, Tomlin now let her see the truth of the situation. She deserved one last chance to make the decision. He cleared her mind of the carnal thrills and desires for a moment and let her think lucidly. “Yes, Daddy! Yes!” she cried when she finished considering it.
Tomlin drove deep inside of her again, slowing to a normal pace, but still delivering the pleasure she craved. He leaned over her back and kissed her neck as she looked into the mirror and saw their reflections clearly. “I love you,” he mouthed to her.
“You, too,” she said as a few tears trickled down her cheeks. She struggled to keep her eyes open to see the final few seconds, but the feeling of serenity that swept over her made her close them gently. Tomlin sensed her dilemma and sent her mind the picture. Even with closed eyes, Courtney saw her pretty face and knew that the bliss reflected there came from deep within her heart. When rope after rope of his hot cum launched from his shaft and deep into her womb, she could swear that she felt a spark of life. Maybe it was just a vision. But they were committed to that road now, and at the rate her man took his lovers to bed, it wouldn’t be long.
His fingers did their magic for a few seconds more, and another climax brought her many seconds of frenzied joy and then utter and complete serenity. He cemented that moment in her brain. She could find it any time, and it could turn the worst day into something far, far better.
Courtney vaguely remembered being carried to his bed and nestled under the covers. Strong arms encircled her. She did not dream that night, not as most do anyway. Memories and sensations of the evening circled in her head, and they were beyond anything her dreams would have given her. She woke only once, for a few moments. She smelled her sister’s green apple shampoo and felt little arms slide around her from behind and a few gentle kisses on her shoulder.
Courtney was unaware of the two minds in her bed conversing. “I have a very happy girl in my arms, Tommy.”
“So do I.”
“She won’t be the last girl you have, Tommy. You know how I feel about that now.”
“I don’t need to have more girls, Angel.”
“You didn’t NEED to have Sierra or Hannah either, but you cared for them and wanted them. I want you to still be able to find more hearts to touch, and if that means touching more bodies I’m okay with that, too.”
“Just okay?” he asked, needing to be sure.
“More than okay. I want that for you.”
“Angel, if you ever… I couldn’t have imagined it before… But I have grown. I want you to be happy in every way, too. Whatever, whomever you desire. We know where our hearts belong in the end. You and Courtney will be as free as I am.”
“I know, Tommy. Maybe when I’m older I’ll do that. My sister doesn’t even want to do that right now, and she used to want to have every boy in town. We’ll just have to see where life takes us. Our lives are different than other people’s.”
“Yes, they are, Angel, but the same, too. Everyone wants to feel what we feel right now.”
“We’ll do our best to help as many of them as we can,” she said with certainty. Then she mused, “Maybe that’s why we were created.”
“Have you ever thought… our children… they may be even more powerful than the two of us combined.”
“Of course I’ve thought of it, Tommy. Of course I have. Let’s just fill their lives with love and hope and make sure that they spread that to everyone they take into their hearts.” She dared to speak the name of the boy she knew almost as well as Tomlin did. How could she walk in her lover’s mind and not know his son? “It’s what Kyle would have wanted.”
Tomlin rarely needed sleep, and he didn’t need it now. Neither did the mayor’s daughter, but as their fingers interlaced across the hip of the girl they loved, they both were filled with such peace and contentment that there seemed nothing else to do. Their eyes closed, and their minds walked together, side-by-side. One word floated through both their minds. “Forever.”
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