"Debbie Kessler."
"How old are you?"
"Sixteen."
"This the first time you ever had a cock stuck in you?"
He waited for the answer but there was none. He wondered if the hypnotic spell was not as strong as it should be, or if the hypnosis was somehow affecting her differently from all the others. Usually they obeyed every command and answered every question.
"Does it feel good, having a cock stuck in you?" As he asked the question, he raised a hand to her breasts and fondled them. He considered ordering her to take off her blouse so he could see her breasts and feel their naked flesh but decided that would be too dangerous. As it was, it would take him only split seconds to pull up his shorts and pants and rush out of the building if he saw a car coming. If a car came before he finished with them, before he had time to order them to put on their panties again, he could grab them and stuff them in his pockets, ordering the girls to resume their game of tennis as if nothing had happened. But if he ordered them to take off their blouses and bras, there wouldn't be time for them to get fully dressed again if someone should come to the area.
"No ... " the girl was finally answering. "It doesn't feel good ... It ... hurts!"
Studying the girl's face, he noticed her lips quivering as if she were about to cry. That would be unusual ... no one had ever cried under the hypnotic spell before.
"Aw ... Are you sure it hurts? Tell me it feels good."
"It ... feels ... good," the girl said mechanically.
"Say 'I like having your cock stuck in me.' "
"I ... like ... having ..."
"Say it fast," he ordered.
"I like having your cock stuck in me."
He laughed. Like parrots, he thought. The blonde was still standing there, holding her skirt up around her waist. He began to jerk his hips forward and backward, and the dark-haired girl began to moan. Her eyes were moist now and she seemed to topple backward a few inches until she was leaning against the cinder block wall. When he lunged against her, he crushed her against the wall as hard as he could. When he withdrew, the very tightness of the union seemed to pull her away from the wall. "Tell me you like to be fucked," he ordered as he slammed in and out of her.
"I like to be fucked."
Her response was better ... as if the hypnosis had worked but it had still been necessary to assert his authority. He felt his guts tighten, threaten to burst with his climax. He slid out of the dark-haired girl, stepped to one side, and shoved into the blonde.
With the blonde, he began to move faster and faster, pounding against her ruthlessly. Again, when he felt his ending close, he deliberately stopped to prolong it. "You've been fucked before, haven't you?" he asked.
The girl nodded slowly. The movement of her head sent sweat beads trickling down her forehead.
He leaned forward, kissing her, sending his tongue between the softness of her lips, into the warmth of her mouth. "How many boys have fucked you?" he asked.
"One."
"What's his name?"
"Herbert."
"Is my cock bigger than Herbert's?"
She nodded.
"Say 'Your cock is bigger than Herbert's.' "
"Your cock is bigger than Herbert's."
"Say 'You fuck better than Herbert.'"
"You fuck better than Herbert."
He smiled. And laughed inside. He delighted in making them say such things.
He ordered, "Say 'Oooh, your big hard cock feels so good! Fuck me harder!' "
Her eyes were blank, unseeing. The beautiful mouth moved, the words came, "Oooh, your big hard cock feels so good! Fuck me harder!"
He watched her beautiful young face and her mouth as she spoke. Although the words were mechanical, it had a tremendous effect on him. He had withdrawn his cock to the very tip and now he lunged into her viciously. He lost all control and fucked her as hard as his thrusting hips could manage. His cock seemed on fire and he felt the gobs of come shooting into her. At the last spurts of his liquid, he leaned back and stared down at the slight mound of her pink stomach, wishing he had X-ray eyes and could see inside her cunt, see his hard cock spurting inside her.
He stepped back, sliding his limp prick from her, a few last drops of come oozing from the slit in the head and dripping to the floor. He stared at the blonde's cunt. The lips were still partway open, closing slowly as if numb and not able to close quickly and naturally. Twin rivers of his come trickled down her thighs.
He wanted to fuck them again but it would take something extra to get his prick hard again, something more than the desire. He told them to jerk on his cock and he watched their soft hands as they played with him. His cock hardened some, but they were too inexperienced and clumsy. He told them to get down on the floor and suck each other. They did it, but lay on their sides. He ordered the dark-haired girl to lay on the bottom with the blonde kneeling above her. They began sucking each other in that position and he watched the dark-haired girl suck the white mass of his come from the blonde's cunt. It excited him so much that he crouched behind the blonde and shoved his prick between the soft curves of her buttocks, into the tightness of her asshole. He fucked her in the ass a few moments and then roughly shoved the blonde's head away from the dark-haired girl's cunt, shoving his prick into it. The dark-haired girl kept sucking the blonde's cunt while he fucked, and he groaned as he shot another heavy load of come into the tight cunt beneath him.
He heard the car and jumped up, running to look through the window. It was a car at the top of the hill that bordered the recreation area. He began dressing and ordered, "play another game of tennis. You won't remember me and you won't remember what I did."
They moved toward the door. He followed, picking up the two panties and stuffing them in a pocket. He hurried out of the building and toward his car ... picking up the portable TV where he'd left it not far from the door.
The car was closer than he'd estimated it would be. Perhaps close enough for the occupants to notice he left the building from the door marked WOMEN? He fought the urge to turn and look at the car. From the corner of an eye, he could see the car had moved into a parking space some distance from his own car. He kept his head turned away and placed the TV on the back seat. He slid behind the steering wheel, closed the door, and forced himself to light a cigar.
Appear casual, he told himself. Appear casual. He puffed on the cigar for a few long seconds and then started the car. As he swung out of the parking area, he glanced at the tennis courts and saw the girls had resumed their tennis, exactly as they had been playing before, exactly as if nothing had happened.
* * *
This was the third time he'd caught two girls at once, he remembered. The first time had been in that park in Harrisburg. The girls had been about the same age as these two and at that time he had still been experimenting with the machine to see exactly what it could do. As part of the experiment, after he was sure the girls were hypnotized, he had ordered them to take off their clothes. When they obediently removed their clothes, he had then ordered them to suck each other. It had been excruciatingly exciting to watch their young naked bodies curled there on the grass, watch their mouths and tongues as they worked at the task. One of the girls, even in the depths of the hypnosis, had reached a climax, her body shuddering with a violence that jiggled her firm, apple-round breasts. She had sighed in the throes of her climax; he had suspected it was the first she'd ever experienced and he had been about to fuck one of the girls when he heard someone coming through the park toward them. Because of the danger of having to engage a third person in the hypnosis, he'd left the two girls and hurried away.
Later he had started to wonder ó how many people could the machine hypnotize at once? Had he been foolish to worry about hypnotizing three people at once? Could the machine catch and hold three or four people at the same time?
Returning to the same park a few days later he had tried to find a group of three and
had, instead, stumbled across a group of five. They were in a secluded area of the park by the river. There were no paths on the other side of the river due to the thick growth of brush there and bushes on a slight hill blocked the area from the nearby path on this side. He had left the path because he had heard the water and thought of sitting on a rock by the river, smoking a cigar before continuing his search.
It was the wrong kind of group. Four husky young boys and a single, miniskirted girl. From the expressions on their faces, they had been about to gang-bang the girl and, judging from the girl's expression, she had been eagerly awaiting the gang-banging. The girl sat near a tree and when he glanced in her direction, he caught the movement of her skirt as she pulled it down and brought her knees together. A boy sat next to her and he guessed the boy had been playing with her pussy. A few more minutes and the gang-banging would have started, each of the boys fucking her while the other three watched.
"What the hell do you want, fatty?" one of the boys asked.
"I ... " he faltered, not knowing exactly what to say. The boys were irritated because he'd interrupted them. They wanted to fuck the girl and they hated him because he was an unexpected intruder. "I sell TVs," he said lamely. "Want to buy a TV?"
"What are you ... some kind of nut? Selling TVs in a park! Go fuck yourself!"
One of the boys came toward him, hands balled in fists. If he had met any one of them alone, he would not have been afraid. He could have beaten any one of them to a pulp. Together they were too much and, like a pack of young wolves, brave in their combined strength. If all four of them jumped him at once, they could have torn him apart. Even while he thought about the odds, two more of the boys came toward him, hands in fists.
"It's the best damn portable TV in the world," he said rapidly, pushing the control button. "Runs on regular flashlight size D batteries, color, and picks up all the UHF channels. Look at the sharpness and detail."
They fell into it one by one. Although they had no doubt intended to jump him, they glanced at the screen as they came toward him. The boys stopped in their tracks. The girl was the last to look at the screen. She had been watching the boys and frowned in bewilderment when she saw them freeze in their tracks. Still frowning, she looked at the screen. The frown froze on her forehead as she saw the flashing hypnotic pattern. She had been about to raise one arm for some reason and the arm froze in midair, fingers of that hand slightly splayed. Her red lips were parted and saliva ran down the corner of her small chin. He knew then that the girl had been excited by the idea of the four boys attacking him. If they had been able to go through with it, she would have watched, drooling with excitement.
Under other circumstances, he would have fucked the girl and left it at that. But the boys had called him "fatty." They had said, "Go fuck yourself!" and he had to have some sort of revenge.
He ordered the four boys to take off their clothes. There was nothing about them to suggest they were homosexuals and the very fact that they had come together to gang-bang the girl indicated they were not. He ordered two of the boys to get down on the grass and suck each other, ordering the remaining two to fuck the first two in the ass. They had some trouble getting into the position, but they struggled into it and proceeded. He watched for a while. The boys were all muscular as if they were the kind who constantly took part in some sport such as baseball, football, or basketball. Their cocks were good-sized and sleek in their youth. Young cocks, he thought. Later on, their cocks will not be quite that sleek and the veins will show more.
He kept watching until he heard the girl whimper. He went to her and found her staring at the boys. The sight of the four hard pricks and two boys sucking each other while the other two fucked was causing a whimpering deep in her throat. Despite the hypnosis, the vision had gotten through to her mind. She had pulled up her skirt and was playing with herself in her excitement, although her eyes were glazed and he knew she would never remember.
He knelt beside her, lit a cigar, and listened. All he could hear were the boys groaning and grunting as they sucked and fucked. They were climaxing, spurting their come into mouths and assholes, but they kept right on since he had not told them to stop. He glanced at them only briefly and noticed two of their cocks go limp and then immediately harden again as they continued sucking and fucking. He wondered how many climaxes they would have in a row but the girl's flexing hands seen from the corner of an eye caught his attention and he turned to watch her.
She held her pussy lips apart while she tickled the pink bud of her clit with the tip of a finger. She had one of the largest clits he'd ever seen and it was standing straight up in the moist folds of pink flesh, quivering.
She had two other fingers jammed in her hole as far as they could go, jerking them in and out with a fucking motion while the remainder of her fingers caressed the furry mound of her sex, fingertips running excitedly back and forth in the strands of hair. His eyes widened as he realized she was using all of her fingers in one way or another. She was an expert at playing with herself! He knew she must be some kind of nympho and he quickly removed his pants and shorts, shoving his throbbing cock into her cunt as he pulled her fingers away.
She was a slender girl with a narrow waist and overly wide hips. Her eyes rolled as he fucked her and her lips curled in a smile, despite the hypnosis. The whimpering turned to a warm and joyous moaning. He felt her cunt spasmodically clutching his sliding cock. She had one orgasm while he only began to fuck her and she trembled violently. He kept on fucking her as he felt her juices well up around the hard length of his prick, her hips jerked and she went "Uh-uh-uh" through parted lips as she came a second time, less violently. He shot into her and slid from her while her hips began still another rhythmic beat as if seeking a third climax. He dressed and found a smooth, dead tree branch about an inch and a half thick and about three feet long. Going back to the girl, he saw her still watching the boys. She had begun to play with herself again, although much slower now and not whimpering as she had before. He put the stick in her hands and said, "Here, honey. Sorry I don't have a dildo, but you can fuck yourself with this!" He watched a few moments as she began to fuck herself with the stick and then he left.
He reached an intersection and turned left ó aimlessly. He had ceased to form plans and had fallen into a contented, aimless wandering. All the women in the world were out there waiting for him and he could fuck any of them ... any of the best!
CHAPTER SEVEN
"I was in the yard when I heard Alma scream," Rosina said. "I ran over here and then ... when I found she was upstairs ... I ran upstairs. I could see she'd been ... raped."
"Did you see anyone leave the house?"
"No."
"Did you notice any strangers in the neighborhood today?"
"No."
They had given him some tranquilizers and now, in his own home, nothing seemed real. Paul and Beatrice, Pete and Rosina, had been answering the lieutenant's questions. Sometimes he scribbled the answers in a small notebook, but most often he did not make notes. He remembered the lieutenant's name was Weinman.
"What time did you hear the scream?"
"One o'clock."
"You're positive of the time?"
Rosina nodded.
"How do you know it was one o'clock? Did you look at your watch when you heard the scream?"
"No ... But after I phoned for an ambulance and the police, I looked at my watch. It was five minutes after one. I didn't think about it then, but when the first policeman arrived and asked me when it happened, I remembered looking at my watch and seeing it was five minutes after one. I knew I must have phoned the ambulance and the police only four or five minutes after I heard the scream."
"Did you see Mrs. Vaughn earlier in the day?"
"No."
"Did you hear any other sounds during the day? Any other sounds that might have been sounds of a struggle? Think carefully. We've had cases where neighbors have heard strange sounds ó be
ing made while someone was being attacked ó but they assumed the sounds came from a television or a radio or ó"
"Wait. I did see Alma earlier in the day."
"What time was it?"
"I can't remember ... No ... I remember. I had just put some clothes in the washer. I came upstairs and I saw Alma going in her house. She was carrying a basket."
"A basket?"
"A clothes basket. Alma doesn't like to use a dryer. Except in the winter.
In the summer, she hangs her clothes on the lines in the backyard. She says that makes them fresher. I guess it does but, personally, I don't have the patience to lug clothes up and down stairs and hang them outside on lines.
It's easier to toss them in a dryer."
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