AngelWatch Ch. 06

She gasped and then, I think, he kissed her. Instantly I felt how she wanted and then needed to kiss back. The spank made her need to please him, and kissing is pleasing but she wasn't supposed to do it. Must, can't! I could feel her self-control shredding, and he broke the kiss at the very last second. Her moan was an animal thing.

"Ok.. I.. I get it now. I understand, thanks. You call this dominance and submission? I'll look it up when I get back to the apar- ahhhh! Fuck Peter stop that's..."

I didn't have to be in there to know what would happen next. The slap caused another animal moan.

"Say Stop again and you will be over my knee. Now kneel. I said kneel! Now!"

She did, so fast I heard the twin thumps.

"Now pull my pants down, no, I'll do the zipper, you aren't going to touch that yet... good girl. Now the boxers. Good girl! Just stare at it... did you know you just licked your lips? I want you to think about what cocks like, Elena. Maybe if that bitch I'd picked up had been a little less crazy I'd be forcing this into her right now -- oh, you find that hot? You'd like to watch her thrash as I pushed it in? You're a naughty one, Elena... so picture it. And touch yourself."

"W-What?!"

"You heard me. Unconditional obedience within your limits, you said. Rub your clit through the stockings and panties, and stare at my cock."

Her voice was very unsteady now. "Peter... I don't think... I can handle this."

"Do as I said. Now!"

I could feel shame and embarrassment and dark, hot need swirling in her. And then fear, more and more, as she put off obeying his demand. And then the explosion of need as her will collapsed and she began to touch. And then someone opened a door nearby and I had to make myself invisible to them, and I couldn't either listen or read while I did that. And the idiot was on a cell phone, and dawdled in the hallway taking about the hot girl he didn't really have in his room. Fuck, I hate men. When the elevator finally took him away I whirled back to the door and the eavesdropping.

"Wait, what? Vodka? Peter no, please. Please I'm not in the best control here and if you make me drink anything I'll never be able to stop you from-"

"From what? Crossing your limits? I told you I would not. But by getting you a little drunk you are going to understand that it's not your control that matters. It's mine. You're going to sip vodka and masturbate and pray I'm a man of my word."

"And what if... Peter what if I tell you no more limits."

"Say that now and I'll rip that lingerie off you and be inside you before you can whimper. But if you say it after I make you drink, I have to ignore it. There are rules to this, you know?"

"Two drunk, very horny people in a hotel room-"

"One tipsy, one stone cold sober. I never drink when I do this. If I did my demons would come out and you don't want that this evening."

"What if -- what if I did."

"Don't be a fool, Elena. Here is how this part goes. You take off the bodystocking and lie on your back with your legs wide apart, and I'll hand you the phone. Then I'll go down on you through the panties while you call room service and order us a half pint bottle of Absolut. If you stutter, I'll escalate."

"T-the bodystocking off. Bare boobs? You know when I came in here all I planned was to curl up against you and nibble your ear and rub your cock and I thought maybe if I was daring I'd open your zipper and rub you through your boxers, and I thought I was so, so fucking badass for doing that in a skirt and bodystocking. And this is just a tight bikini cut, you know I'm going to feel every single touch of your tongue-"

"You're talking too much."

"Please Peter! This is so fucking intense."

No it's not, I thought. It's hot, but you don't know what intense is, miss bad ass. But lie on that bed for him and I will make sure you know what intensity means.

"Now, or I rip it off, and that will hurt."

A few seconds of silence, in which Elena felt that pit-of-the-stomach quiver that comes with real nakedness.

"No, the shoes stay on. Now lie down."

I could feel the exact moment his tongue moved on her. He clearly knew what he was doing, though in her state skill barely mattered.

"Fuck! That's not just your tongue!"

"Right. This is my thumb, pushing against the panty right- hold still, Elena. I can be much more evil then this, I promise you. Now I'm going to shift... you're going to wrap your hand around my balls. You will NOT stroke or squeeze, no matter what you feel."

"They're the size of lemons, fuck... fuck I want to rub them!"

"I know. But you won't. And now, my tongue..."

A minute of the most perfect sexual agony passed for Elena. "Oh fuck," she gasped suddenly. "I didn't make orgasms a -- a limit. Peter it's not fair I know nothing about this-"

"But I like the way you learn. Here's the phone. 6-6-2."

I could feel her fighting to focus long enough to dial the three digits. Hot hot hot!

"Room service? I'd like a- a half pint bottle of ohhh, oh I'm s-sorry, a h-half pint of Absolut vodka brought up, I'm s-sory I d-din't h-hear that yes please on the room tab right away thank you bye! Oh fuck! Peter I know I can't say stop but I'm going to come, I never get turned on this hard and fast, I can't -- can't-"

Enough with this spectator sport stuff. I was dying to get inside Peter's head and understand what he got from dominance, but just right now I wanted to make Elena suffer for stealing my date. Or enjoying my date. Or whatever the fuck she was doing.

I reached in and pushed her arousal somewhere I could tell she'd never gone-

"Peter, Peter! I'm coming! No, don't stop, please, I was right there, finish me I'm going crazy I didn't know anything felt like this, Peter please!"

-and pinned it there with an orgasm just out of reach-

"OH fuck have mercy! I-c-can't th-think! Pet- fuck shit damnit-"

-and mixed in just a touch of oh-fuck-this-is-so-out-of-my-control fear, to make it extra hot-

Incoherent screaming. And fuck what an emotional jackpot that was! I suddenly understood what dominance was. Dominance was being so in command of another, in such total control, that you can do anything. It's total freedom. Not that you would choose do some things, and I know that good Dominants exercise vast self-control in their relationships. But the freedom is there - unrestrained, complete, total authority -- and it's a rush like nothing else. Without thinking I switched my focus from Elena to Peter and there it was, the blinding joy of ruthless control. I had to bite my lips to hold back a moan of sheer pleasure from what Peter felt. Oh fuck YES!

But I had a problem. Elena's cries were loud even through the door, and anyone walking by would find them fascinating. And while I can hide from people quite well, it's simply not possible to hide in front of a door with those way too interesting noises coming through it. Plus, they'd ordered vodka and the order could be coming along -- well, any hour, actually, this was a hotel's room service, after all. But it might also be here any minute.

Oh. Oh... it was too easy. I went to the service elevator and waited, sporting blonde hair again. Five minutes later a girl rolled a cart out with a small bottle of vodka on it, and started down the hall, gathering up trays and heading towards 328. I pretended to be on my phone, muttering "yes" and "of course, Mr. Sito" occasionally, until she got to the room; then I got behind her and with a single mental push, made her collapse.

Go fast go fast go fast -- find her key card, she almost had to have one that gave her access to the rooms. Got it! Check room 327, quick read through the door, no one in there, open the door, come on card, work, yes! Drag her in. Fuck, ok, she's not the same size, she's taller and plumper, damnit, I can do a lot with my appearance but I can't change everything at once... ok, the outfit is somewhat adjustable at least... throw it on over the dress? Yes, that will work. Brown hair color, wider face.., no, I can't hold an exact representation of her in my mind, it's just too many changes, but I didn't think Peter knew the staff here anyway. Mirror, fuckdamnit that looks awful, plus I hate being uglier than I am but I just needed to get Peter to open the door. Ok, drag the help onto the bed, shit, sister, I know you call it big-boned but let's just spend a little less time at the dessert tray ok? Ok I don't know what you'll think when you wake up half naked in bed, and you're probably screwed but oh well, ha, here's fifty dollars for your trouble, and won't it be funny if someone comes in and finds you half naked with money lying next to you, hahaha. Bye.

Out, lock, push the cart to 328, smile... knock. Focus. Smile. Read through the door furiously.

Shit, they were both heading this way! And that was a problem because Peter wouldn't give me a second glance but Elena was a woman and women are observant and check out other women and I can't really do an effective job of hiding from two people at once, I hadn't thought this part out too well-

The door opened. Elena in the lead, naked except for panties, heels, and an improvised leash on her throat, namely Peter's belt. Wow, Peter, I couldn't have been away for ten minutes and you've been a busy guy. Luckily, Elena's eyes were looking at the floor and staying there, her mind a cauldron of shame and arousal and shock at herself. And Peter was mostly focused on Elena, after one dismissive glance at me. I was inside his head when he looked at me, and based on what I felt in there I will never allow myself to gain weight in my life.

"Give her the tip, take the bottle, and hold it between your breasts, Elena," Peter rumbled.

"No tips," I said with my best Spanish accent. I handed over the bottle, which Elena dutifully placed between her breasts, and they were ample enough that she made that look interesting even without a bra. I really, really didn't like Elena, I decided.

Now or never. I pushed into Elena's mind and made her faint, and then slammed into Peter's mind and filled it with confusion and a natural concern for Elena, who was collapsing. And I stepped in through the door and closed it.

I found out later that Angelwatch thought I was a full blown puppetmaster (and that terrified them). In fact, I wasn't. I could push very strongly in a lot of areas and I could manipulate emotions, like, I think, no other; but literally taking control of limbs and directing motion was impossible. I always felt as if I could have done it if I could have focused more clearly and deeply, but I just couldn't get there.

I picked up the bottle, which fortunately hadn't shattered, and continued to focus on Peter. I had to be here but not here. Not quite like invisible, but more like irrelevant. I kept him focused on Elena as I took off the service girl's outfit, and then, on a darkly erotic whim, my dress.

What I was doing was something like hypnosis, but from inside, not outside. I'm sorry I can't explain it better. Reading and Writing are indescribable. Effectively, though, I could manipulate Peter's perception of reality very deeply, and right now, to him, I was just a voice in his head. It's all a dream, Peter. A very dark, sexual dream in which I'm going to make you do exactly what you've always wanted to do. And then I will judge you and condemn you.

"Make her naked, Peter. She's a toy. You're going to play with her."

"No," he whispered back, slowly, almost incoherently. "Agreement. Panties on. Unless she asks."

I imitated her voice, begging to be naked, and made him believe it was her. At some level he knew something was wrong, and he resisted, but I knelt down behind him and reached under him and massaged his cock. Yes, I could have gotten the same effect from inside, but, well...

Fuck, his dick was something. And it's always hot hot hot to read what effect touching a cock has. I worked him, making him think it was Elena's hand. Suddenly he tore off her panties, and jerked at her shoes until they came free. She tried to wake up, but I slammed her back down into a semiconscious state.

"Bed," I whispered. I found staring at Elena's naked, helpless body oddly fascinating. No wonder men want us like this. It's so pretty. "Put her on the bed. Tie her up with..." I cast my eyes around -- "the cords from the window blinds."

"No knife. I gave it away for you."

Holy shit. Even through all this, at some level he knew who I was.

That was both horrifying and hot. I took off my bra, and shifted and pressed his mouth against my nipple. He sucked, frantically, and I moaned, and rubbed my clit against his hip.

"Good boy. Suck harder. Isn't Elena pretty? Isn't her helplessness sexy? And so wet for you. What' it going to feel like pushing into her bound body? She'll have no choice. Your huge, thick, hard cock forcing into her..."

I wet my hand on Elena's slit and stroked his cock, firmly. It throbbed, and the soft skin slid smoothly over the hardness inside. I ran a fingertip under his huge balls as I stroked, letting my fingernail tickle him. His need to fuck went off the charts and I wallowed in his ruthlessness and intensity. Nothing is hotter and make-me-shivery-scarier than a man in this state.

"What kind of noises will she make when you take her? Whimpers, sobs, gasps? Will she talk dirty, or beg you to stop? But it doesn't matter because she can't stop you. You're big and thick and hard and she'll be bound and helpless and wet, and maybe I'll put my hand over her mouth so she can't even scream; do you want to be rough with her, Pink? I mean Peter. Peter not Ink. Use her for your pleasure and watch how she responds."

His cock was a rigid bar now. I took my hand away. "No more fun until she's bound to the bed."

I got up and wheeled the cart in, and then picked up a knife from one of the collected trays. "Cut the cord."

He took the knife, and obeyed. He believed Elena wanted this and that made anything he did alright. That's how guys are. If they can get away with it, it's ok.

He walked back with the cords and that huge erection, swinging. I fought back an urge to kneel and suck it. I'd been trained to do that... but I was free now. Now men would do what I wanted.

He moved her to the bed and I arranged her limbs, and tied her for him, nice and tight. And then knelt on the bed between her and him, and licked his mouth while I rubbed his cock again. "Do you want her or me? Or both? Both would be so hot and even I don't know why. Make her cry and you'll have me. I never got to cry, you didn't -- he didn't let me. But she will. Do you like having your big, huge balls rubbed? Fuck you're so turned on, is that what you felt the first time you controlled me? You made me so helpless and taught me to find that hot, and I can't turn it off."

He wanted to come, and I edged him, shifting so I could tease the head of his cock with my thighs and pussy. His hands started to twitch. He was on the verge of grabbing me and raping me and that was so achingly hot I moaned. But no, it was Elena he was going to rape this time.

I laughed, softly, and moved aside. And with a quick mental poke, woke Elena up and then slammed her into the most aroused state I could contrive. Her hips rocked unconsciously, and Peter pounced like an animal.

Rape victims come from rape. I had when Ink raped me; he'd forced me to come over and over, violently, every time. Rape isn't a cock pushing inside you; that's just a physical sensation. Rape is being forced to like it and to want more. That's what happened to me and that was now happening to Elena.

I couldn't be in both their heads at once, and switching back and forth rapidly just doesn't work, though it's hard to describe why. Things blur. But I'd fucked with Peter's head pretty good and I didn't think he'd find his way back to reality quickly, so I settled into Elena's head and felt anew what it was like to have to take a cock you hadn't agreed to. I masturbated furiously and let Elena's and my feelings mingle, teaching her to love her rape even as I bathed in her fear. She was shattering internally, terrified and desperate to stop her skyrocketing arousal, but really we wanted more. We were going to come at the same time, because we were being raped together. I curled next to her and pulled Peter's head to my breast again. "Fuck one girl and toy with another, I know you can't resist that, no guy can. Suck it. Bite it," I whispered.

Elena sobbed and then cried out. His cock was a ruthless monster and I -- she -- we -- were masturbating as a form of worship to it. I was in her head so deep and every good feeling got amplified between us; so did the fear and horror, and then Peter sucked my nipple in slow and deep and then bit down in that perfect, painful way, and everything became brightness, and she twisted and arched in her bonds and we came, savagely. I put my hand over her mouth to silence her screams, and that only intensified the orgasm, and I screamed for her, and her hips bucked, trying to milk Pink's cock, oh fuck yes, deep down she wanted her rapist to come, that was how bad and broken she was; and I reached into Peter's mind and pushed as hard as I could and gave her our darkest desire. Cum gushed and she and I came again, sobbing for mercy we didn't truly want, but needed more than anything in the world...

I made Elena pass out again, savagely, and entered Peter's mind.

"Now we talk," I whispered in his ear. "You're a rapist."

He shuddered in fear. He didn't know what was happening but he knew everything was wrong.

"No," he whispered. "Once, it was a mistake. We had a fight, she said she wanted to prove herself to me, we started to have sex and then she said stop. I didn't stop, she tried to push me off and I pushed her back down. Found out later I'd hurt her, but she didn't tell me. It was wrong. Been more careful since."

"She never recovered."

"She wouldn't talk to me. I tried. All a mistake... who are you? What are you? You... did something..."

"I'm her. The girl you raped. I'm every girl that was ever raped and struggled with guilt and fear and desire and shame. I was just Elena as you raped her. I made her like it because that's your fantasy, that girls always like it. She loved it. She wants more. That was my gift to you, I destroyed her for you."

I climbed on top of Elena, lay down and opened my legs. "Lick me."

He resisted, but I pushed and with a moan he settled between my legs and used his tongue. He was good at it, and I wrapped my legs around his head, massaging his back and ass with my feet. I came again, and I could feel him starting to harden already. He was a perfect fuck machine, made to convince women to open their legs, and I squirmed and got my legs back under him, so I could catch his cock between the soles of my feet. Mmmm, so hot, and if I pushed him hard enough and deep enough I could force him to come again, but I wanted him more conscious and aware than that.

"Gift... why? I don't know you."

"But I know you. Kiss Elena good night now."

I squirmed out of the way, and reached between those muscular thighs and pet his cock more as he kissed her unmoving lips. It would be fun to make him come like this, watching it spurt into the sheets as he raped Elena's mouth with his tongue, but I didn't have unlimited time. And I couldn't focus indefinitely; I needed to save something for my getaway. This had to end now.

"I gave you a gift because I felt I owed you something. Because of what I have to do. I need to spill the ink now."

He shuddered, knowing what was coming, but I pushed hard, making him too frightened to move. I pushed harder and harder, watching fear crumble his mind, and then lifted his head and pushed the knife into his throat. He bled all over Elena and then his mind went dark.