Emma Ch. 01

I spotted her right away after I entered the pub as my "special" sense targeted her immediately. She was near the bar looking at the posted menu of drinks and appetizers, her long blonde hair pulled back into a single ponytail. I approached her from behind admiring her broad shoulders which tapered to a slim waist that flared to a shapely, muscular ass, covered in a short, tight skirt that thrust out even more due to the 6" stiletto heels she was wearing. Being a personal trainer it was obvious to me that this fit specimen spent a lot of time in the gym. Probably a lot of pull-ups and squats, I guessed.

When I pulled close to her I allowed my mind to connect to hers. "Emma," I said to her softly. Once our minds were connected I always knew my quarry's name. At first there was no response, not surprising as her mind was undoubtedly adjusting to my connection. "Emma," I repeated, a bit louder.

She turned slowly around, wearing the familiar vacant "deer in the headlights" look they always had when I made a new connection.

"Yes," she said slowly, softly.

I was immediately taken in by the largest two tits I had ever seen on a young lady, particularly one of her overall body build. They were natural, I knew, thanks to the link, and I guessed that she sported a DD cup size. They thrust out spectacularly in the low cut top she wore, held together only with string ties behind her neck and back. Being made of a white, stretch fabric, and due to her voluptuous bosom, it seemed like it was barely able to contain her ultra-generous assets. "Jackpot," I thought to myself. "If she is doing pull-ups, her strong developed shoulders would be due to the at least ten extra pounds she is packing in her chest," I thought jokingly.

"Are you alone," I queried her.

"No, two girlfriends are with me," she continued, still softly but closer to a normal conversational pace.

"Where are they seated? Don't point, just nod," I ordered.

She nodded back over her right shoulder. Surprisingly she had already become completely acclimated to my control as she had regained small motor control.

I peered in the direction she indicated and saw two attractive young girls at a table at the far end of the pub. "All the pretty ones travel in packs," I mused.

"Do they go to the gym like you?" With my mind I sensed that she frequently went to the gym. "Good girl," I thought.

"No, but I've been trying to talk them into joining," she replied.

Thinking quickly I ordered, "Tell your friends that you ran into one of the personal trainers at the gym. You find him hot and want to join him tonight. You will catch up with them later. Be convincing! Then go to the restroom and when finished, join me at that table," I pointed to a small table in a dimly lit corner at the opposite end of the room from where her friends were seated. I did not want them to see where we were so as to prevent any premature interference with the next steps of my plan.

She nodded, taking a minute to digest all of my instructions, then moved off. After reaching the small corner table I sat and watched Emma talking with her friends. They appeared to look quizzically at her at first, but then they smiled and all shared a laugh and a high-five. Exchanging waves Emma then made for the restroom.

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<<< I never quite understood where my ability came from, nor why I had it. I just knew that it was special, perhaps unique. After going through puberty I discovered that I could form a mind connection with girls. Just girls, it didn't work with guys. At first I used this "ability" to sense things about other girls, such as what they thought of me and if they were attracted to me. It didn't work with any girl however, just certain girls, which puzzled me at first. Being a hormone-laden young male, I discovered, after some experimentation, that I could only establish the link with sexually mature girls who had not yet had sex, i.e. virgins.

With some practice I soon came to the exciting conclusion that I could use this connection to control a girl, not only to attract her to me but to even have sex. Obviously this was quite a power for a sex-craved teenage male and, being careful to choose only girls of legal age, I deflowered many just for the sake of satisfying my sexual urges.

Then, over time, I found two very interesting properties of my power. First there were times after I had established a connection with a girl that later the connection was gone and I was unable to re-establish it. This, I realized, was due to the girl losing her virginity to someone else in the interim. Someone else "beats me to the punch" so to speak. Second, if I had made a connection and deflowered the girl myself, the connection, and my control over her was permanent. The link was just there the next time I reached out to her as if it was a natural course of things. Better yet, the more I had sex with her the stronger the link became and the more natural the girl would act, except for being under my total control. It was as if, through the link, she was picking up my orgasmic pleasure and satisfaction during the sex act and adding that to her own. Basically she would become more creative and focused on maximizing my pleasure as she would share that through the connection. In essence, she became my sex slave. This was powerful stuff. >>>

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After a few minutes I saw Emma come out of the restroom and she headed straight for my table and sat down. Using the link I had mentally directed her to take the chair so her back was to her friends at their distant table. She now seemed completely natural and comfortable with the link. It was very unusual for my control to progress this quickly, particularly before any sexual relations. However I couldn't think about that right now as I could barely keep my eyes from staring at her heaving breasts. It took all my self-control to prevent myself from fucking her on the spot and turning this virgin into a full-fledged woman. But that would come very soon, I assured myself. First I needed to perform a necessary background check on her.

"Emma, do you go to school?"

"Yes, I am a sophomore at the city university, majoring in nursing."

Excellent, she now goes beyond just answering my questions, using her intuition and a feeling via the link to offer additional information I want to know. "And where do you live," I continued.

"I moved into an apartment a few months ago which I share with my two friends over there."

"And why are you still a virgin?" I asked abruptly changing the subject to see if I could throw her off stride.

However she was very composed and capable, never losing her equilibrium as she answered. "Boys were always hitting on me because of my looks and that got tiring. I never was very attracted to any males, until you. I actually am more into girls, but never could get over the stigma of a same-sex relationship."

This was too good to be true I marveled. I have never had the link work this strong before consummating it. Her casual comment meant that she was not only attracted to me, but she was probably bisexual as well. However her dress indicated that down deep inside she was still hoping to find someone as she was sending out "ready for sex" signals like a flashing red light.

"Are your friends virgins as well?" I continued pressing her.

"Yes, we had formed a pact that we would tell each other when we lost our virginity," she replied.

"Hmmm," I thought to myself, "Emma, you are not going to be one much longer and as you and your two friends seem to be in this virginity thing together I can take care of them very soon."

Having heard enough I stood. Aloud I ordered her, "Come with me."

She stood, readily taking the hand I offered, and we left the pub hand-in-hand.

Nothing was said between us in the 15 minute drive to my place. Emma relaxed silently, her hands folded in her lap, looking ready to respond to anything I might say or demand of her.

Once inside I wasted no time and led her to my bedroom. Then I addressed her as a drill sergeant would address his troops. "I am going to make you mine by taking your virginity. My cum in your body will seal our mental connection and make my control over you complete, permanent, and irrevocable. After that I will take the virginity of your other holes. Over time I will train you as my submissive slut and then you will live to provide me as much pleasure as you possibly can."

She listened calmly to my little oration, nodding slightly. I tested the link and it was still strong. I could sense anticipation in her of what was to come, an almost anxiousness to finally become a real woman, to be taught and shown a real woman's place. There was absolutely no fear in her, just a desire to begin her new life of submission to me. I had never had a girl be this relaxed and comfortable so soon. It seemed Emma could take whatever speed I wanted to move things along. Indeed she was becoming the most exciting and spectacular catch of my life.

"First," I ordered, "lose the pony tail. I don't ever want to see you in a ponytail again. You hair is so beautiful it deserves to be worn down so it can hang lose."

Emma immediately removed the hair tie and shook her head to allow her hair to hang free on her shoulders.

"Next take off your top."

Emma reached behind her neck and pulled lose that tie.

Immediately the top shifted down, pulled by the weight of her massive boobs. The fabric making up the body of the top was hugging them as they strained for release. Her nipples stood out plainly behind the stretch material. I smiled as I noticed them becoming hard and erect. "She is aroused by this," I thought.

She quickly reached around her back and pulled on that tie. The top literally sprung off her as her tits exploded out of it. Even without it they still afforded her remarkable cleavage and had amazing youthful support. Her nipples were hard and pointed, probably close to 3/4 of an inch long.

Quite pleased with these assets I couldn't wait to see the rest of her endowments. "And now the skirt," I said imperiously.

Sensing this was next she had already begun to move her hands toward the zipper in the back. She quickly unzipped and pulled the skirt down over her taught, muscular glutes that thrust out oh so wondrously. Once past her ass the skirt fell unimpeded to the floor where she stepped out of them.

It was hard to believe anything could match her amazing DD cup 40 inch breasts but her ass and cunt came very close. Her pubic area was shaved smooth and she wore a minimal red G string, with just enough of an oval-shaped piece of fabric to barely cover her slit and cunt hole, which clung to her so tightly her cunt lips were clearly outlined. To top it off it was soaked with pre-cum as this strip-tease was clearly arousing her. The back string below her waist quickly disappeared from view between her muscular, bubble-like ass cheeks. Emma's body just did not quit.

Maintaining my composure, and trying to project an air that what I was seeing was all quite expected I then ordered, "Prepare me for fucking you." I was curious to see how she would go about this, not that it was going to take much.

Without hesitation she approached me and unbuckling my belt and unzipping my pants she pulled my trousers to the floor. Then she rubbed and gently squeezed my cock, which was already rock hard, slowly through my briefs for a minute. Then she pulled my briefs down, careful to reach in and hold my cock up to get it free. With my briefs and trousers around my ankles she knelt to the floor. She paused for just an instant taking in my immense size and probably wondering how she could ever accommodate me. Then, with my cock pointing straight out at her face she stuck out her tongue and began to slowly lick the head, sticking the tip of her tongue into my cock-hole. Within a minute she started to take long licks up and down my shaft. Finally she placed her mouth at my cockhead, and slowly pushed, taking me inside her mouth. I never became so hard in my life, and as she took me deeper and deeper I knew that if this went on much longer I was going to lose it. Clearly she already had a lot of talent in this area.

"Very good Emma, I am ready for you know. Go lie down on the bed on your back."

After doing so I further ordered, "Now take off your cum-soaked G-string and put it in your mouth. Until I say otherwise you are to keep your mouth closed tightly and suck hard on it."

Again she did so without comment or without facial expression as she now tasted her own cum. I sensed through our connection that this was not a first. Emma was becoming more interesting all the time.

"Now spread your legs wide and put your arms over your head," I ordered.

When she had done I took her hands and cuffed them together to the headboard.

"Now Emma I want you to keep your legs straight and raise them, bending at the waist, and bring them over your head to the corner posts of the headboard." Noting her very respectable six-pack abs and powerful legs (another reason to love her body) I knew she would have no problem with this maneuver. And indeed she did so with little apparent effort. When each foot neared a corner post I took it, and cuffed it to the nearby corner post. I did hear a faint grunt from her as I stretched her legs even wider to do this. They were now stretched as wide as they could go and the muscles on them were standing out noticeably.

In this position her cunt and asshole, centered between her beautiful ass cheeks, were deliciously wide open and accessible to me, and most particularly, to my cock. First things first however as I leaned over her and with a deliberate slowness I began to gently lick around the lips and folds of her cunt, which glistened with her cum. She had the most beautiful pussy, and I was going to take my time for the enjoyment of both of us. As I lapped up her honey, I could hear her breathing become more rapid, and even though she was obeying me by clamping hard on her G-string in her mouth I could hear moans begin to escape from her. Even though I would soon own her and she would be my slut and cunt slave I wanted her to enjoy her passage to womanhood.

Opening my mouth I began to suck gently on her cunt folds. I found her clitoris and suckled on it gently. All the time her groans grew louder, even though her closed mouth and the G-string she was sucking on tightly. Her clitoris stiffened as I continued my oral administrations. Seeing her arousal and knowing what soon was to come (cum) my cock grew even harder. I thrust my tongue into her vagina as deeply as I could, curling it up to rub her upper wall searching for that magic G-spot. When I found it I flicked my tongue across it as fast as I could. Fortunately I have the ability to extend my tongue more than average, and with all the practice I have had at this I was a pro at stimulating a woman.

Emma began to thrash about and I could sense her orgasm was close. Even though the link allows me to control, to instigate or suppress, her orgasm, I did not interfere. This orgasm, on the cusp of her deflowering, should be special and I wanted it to happen naturally. I began to alternate between stimulating her clit and her G-spot, thrusting my tongue deeply and rapidly in-and-out of her cunt. Now she was shaking and thrashing against her bonds. I knew it was only a matter of seconds.

Suddenly her body tensed, she let out the loudest moan possible through her clenched mouth, and I felt her genital fluids gush out, produced by her par urethral glands in the throes of her orgasm. I sucked and licked hungrily pressing my mouth over her entire cunt hole, capturing and savoring her offering.

As she calmed down I straightened up and said soothingly, "Emma, it is time to make you a true woman." I wanted to act quickly knowing that her post-orgasmic bliss would take the edge from the pain of popping her cherry. Also, using my control, I am also able to mitigate some of her discomfort.

Emma nodded dreamily as she was enjoying what I could sense was her most powerful orgasm yet. "That is just the first of many for you," I thought with satisfaction.

I straddled myself over her as the hole I was targeting first was pointed straight up due to the way she was bound. I pressed the tip of my very rigid cock against her cunt hole and slowly pressed downward. As she was quite wet from her orgasm lubrication was not a problem but I could tell my large girth was stretching her. As I slowly pushed in my cock head soon hit her maiden barrier. "OK Emma, hold on," I thought and projected soothing thoughts through our connection as I lunged downward, using my body weight, tearing through her virginal membrane.

Emma let out a quick whimper, but then smiled at me and nodded. She gave a thumbs up signal from one of her bound hands and I proceeded downward, sinking my cock to the hilt in her cunt. She started to moan again as her cunt struggled to take me in. I slowly withdrew partially before thrusting down again.

She began to moan softly again, but I sensed that now these were moans of sexual pleasure. She evidently experienced little if any pain in the process, which was a first for any of the girls I had deflowered. Relieved at this realization and knowing that she was now used to my size I quickly worked up to a frenzy, jack-hammering her relentlessly. I felt a crescendo of sexual pleasure building in her that was somehow rebounding, through our link, to increase my pleasure as well. This was unprecedented, seeing how our connection had not yet been consummated by the sex act, but I was too caught up in my own oncoming orgasm to reflect much on it now.

I drilled her harder and faster, and she moaned louder and louder, until finally, she opened her mouth and let out a howl as we climaxed simultaneously, me injecting copious amounts of my warm seed in her and her giving my male spear a fresh coating of her cum.

After we both calmed down I dismounted her. Emma gave me not a submissive look, but an adoring and thankful one. I could sense that she had been waiting for this step in her life for a long time and was happy it had finally come.

I leaned over her and whispered, "You are now my cunt, my slut slave. I will now mark your asshole as mine." Indeed now the link, and my control over her, was permanent and at its strongest. She not only would be unable to deny me anything, and be pleased and happy to service me in any way that would bring me pleasure.

I slowly pushed my index finger deep into her asshole as I knew it would be tight. It was and with my mind I projected pleasure to her. She had absolutely no fear in her and I sensed a curiosity, a desire for this new experience. It was easy for me to help her to relax her sphincter muscles. "This is going to be easier than I thought," I said to myself, amazed again at her composure.

Wriggling my finger and feeling her muscles relaxing I inserted a second finger. Her anal ring slowly parted its muscles relaxing even more, to accept the additional girth. So I added a third finger knowing that I would need her wide open and began to plunge them in and out of her. Nothing more than a few whimpers from her and her anal muscle rings were now sufficiently open. I withdrew my fingers and again leaned forward and dipped my cock into her still sopping pussy to re-lubricate it. I pressed the three fingers I had just used against her lips and knowing what I wanted her to do she willing took my fingers in her and sucked them clean, despite the G-string that was still nestled in mouth.

Wasting no more time I withdrew from her cunt hole and pressed into her anal opening. Even though it was still gaping open from my three fingers it still required some pushing to take in this new, significantly wider, anal invader. I pulsed slowly as I moved deeper inside her allowing her to adjust as my cock was going to be sinking in much deeper than my fingers. But, in less than a moment I was all the way in her. I heard some mewling from her, but sensed it was as much from pleasure as from discomfort.