Descendant of Baccus Pt. 05

She had a long slender neck and as I recall it was very sensitive. Kissing her neck, especially along the back up near her hairline and close to her ears never failed to leave her panting and covered in goose bumps. It never took much of this before she begged me to stop.

Her breasts were fuller and firmer than they were when we were first together. Back then they were nice handfuls with perky nipples but she didn't have enough to created a defined cleavage. Now they were firm melons with a pronounced cleavage and nipples that often showed through whatever she was wearing. I often fantasized about what it would be like to slide my cock between those magnificent globes while toying with her nipples. Maybe it was time to live out that fantasy.

Her beasts stood firmly above a flat, very toned belly that was often on display. She had a thing for short cut shirts and low cut pants that framed her belly to perfection. She kept it firm with gymnastics. She had started studying as a child with the thought that one day she would be competing in the Olympics and she had worked very hard to reach that goal. It was sometime during my recovery that she gave up on that idea but she still maintained a fairly rigorous training schedule. She often said it had become like therapy for her. She just loved it too much to quit and given the results, I certainly wasn't anxious for her to give it up.

The other benefit gymnastics had was to give her the firmest and roundest ass I'd ever seen. Even better than that, her ass was perched upon a pair of absolutely exquisite legs that I would have gladly spent hours exploring with my tongue until every inched had been mapped in my brain. Her ass and legs were almost always wrapped in tight fitting jeans that left no doubt as to their perfection but it was those times when she wore a skirt or dress that I loved the most. Her legs were far too fantastic to be covered and with the right cut her ass was still magnificently displayed.

What really made this package so enticing was the personality held within. She was always cheerful and funny as hell. In my darkest moments she was the one who could always manage to drag a smile from me. She was also very smart. During my recovery we had spent hours talking and working together on a number of my assignment and I quickly came to realize she was a close as anyone to being my mental equal. Very little got by her and I enjoyed the challenge of trying to stay one step ahead of her. She also had a great heart, not just with me, but with everyone she came in contact with. If you needed help she would find a way to help. There would be no questions asked or any expectation of reciprocation. She just helped because it was who she was. She often said it made her feel more human. I think, actually I hope, some of that rubbed off on me.

Her parents had named her Sandy for some unknown reason. It was the only thing about her I wasn't real thrilled about. I really can't explain why but the name just didn't seem to fit her. She wasn't real happy with the name either so early on we decided she needed a nickname and man did we have fun finding the right one. We played with everything from the ridiculous (Bubbles), to the ridiculously sweet (Princess) to the ridiculously cartoonish (Bugs). We eventually settled on the ridiculously obvious Mac. It was obvious since her last name was Mc Tavish and ever since then that's what everyone called her.

Mac jumped into my arms and kissed me deeply the moment I opened the door. She smelled great. Lilac was the scent and it insinuated itself throughout my senses. I was getting lost in it when she finally broke away. She was so excited she couldn't stand still. She was jumping up and down and shouting, "I did it" with such intensity it was becoming infectious and still I had no idea what she was talking about. It was scary. We were too close for her to have accomplished something so important without my knowing what the goal had been.

That's when it struck me. I had gotten so wrapped up in things I had forgotten how we had talked about universities and what it would be like if we could get into the same program in the same school. At the time, it sounded like the best thing in the world. Now that plan seemed like ancient history. And here she was, more excited than I've ever seen her and I was going to have to tell her I wasn't going with her. FUCK!

As always, she read me perfectly and suddenly stopped. The energy and her color drained from her as I watched her go from pure joy to total bewilderment. I was going to have to do something fast and without a second thought I decided she need to know everything. I needed to open up to her now or I would do irreparable damage. I couldn't do that to her, especially not to her.

"Mac, we need to talk. I'll tell you everything. Please don't get too worried. I think it's all going to be ok but please, trust me for a moment so I can explain. We can talk in my room. Go ahead up and I'll be right behind you. I just want to let Mom know you're here."

She hesitated for a second and as I probed her thoughts I saw her light on the word trust. She knew she could trust me. I'd never let her down before and in a flash she decided I was not going to let her down now. I was not feeling all that confident.

She finally spoke. "Ok but hurry or I'm going to bust wondering what this is all about."

She headed up the stairs and I hurried into the dining room to deal with my family. I needed them out of the way tonight. I especially needed Carrie occupied. I quickly devised a plan.

"Mom, Mac is here and I'm pretty sure she got into most if not all of the same universities. I need to spend some time with her to help her understand why my plans have changed."

Mom knew immediately what this meant. "Jeez Kenny, be careful son. She's going to be crushed."

"I think it'll be ok. I'm going to explain everything and she'll understand. I just hope I can convince her to stick around. I'm realizing I'd miss her way too much if she went off without me." I was quickly coming to the conclusion that the only way this was going to be ok was if I convinced her to stay here with me.

"Mom, girls, I want you to help me with something. Savannah experienced painful torture today, maybe a bit too painful. Tonight I want her to experience the other side of torture. I'm hoping you can all work together to teach her how pleasure can become torture." Annie spoke up first.

"I don't understand. How do you make pleasure seem like torture?" She really didn't have any idea and I had a brief inkling to see if I couldn't give her a quick lesson, but there was no time for that now.

"He's what I want you to do. Make love to her but don't let her cum. Make it last as long as you possibly can before she has the first orgasm. Once she does I want you to give her as many more orgasms a possible. If she passes out, bring her around and give her more. When she finally passes out so deeply that you can't bring her around you'll know you're done with her. When she finally comes back to us both you and she will know how torturous pleasure can be."

It was Annie again and all the while we were talking no one paid the slightest bit of attention to Savannah. She was little more than a fly on the wall. It was the perfect setup to this night and once again I was extremely thankful for my ability to think quickly.

"You are evil baby brother. Can we at least have some fun while we're busy doing your dirty work?" She was being deliciously sarcastic.

"Have a blast and I'll see you all in the morning." Neither Mom or Carrie had said a word but a quick probe told me they were both looking forward to this game. I also detected that musky scent again and was disappointed that I wouldn't be there to watch all the fun. Again, I thought quickly and decided I needed a video system installed in the house. There was just too much going on and I didn't want to miss any of it.

I finally turned to Savannah. "You will go with them and do exactly as you are told. I don't want to have to punish you again so don't let me down. I will see you tomorrow and Mom will tell me how you performed."

Se replied with a simple, "Yes Master" and I headed off to deal with Mac.
Descendant of Bacchus

By

Zazupitz

Chapter 12: Wet Dreams – Wetter Reality

I headed straight for my room and there was Mac stretched out on my bed. The only way this vision could get any better is if she was naked and I was hopeful that would come soon enough. For now, it was time to talk.

I lay down beside her and took her into my arms. She felt so warm and smelled so good I just had to hold he for a while. Actually, I momentarily lost the power of speech. Instead, I was getting lost in her embrace and had to fight to regain control. I was desperate to make love to her but I couldn't do that until I had come clean. I loved her too much not to tell her everything first and then hope she would understand and stay.

I sat up and turned to face her.

"Mac, I have a ton of things to tell you and I really need to tell you everything. It's just that this is going to sound so outrageous I just don't know how you're going to react. The worst part of all of this is I really love you. For me that means I have to be totally honest. But, what if I'm totally honest and as a result you hate me and run away? Jeez, I'm already screwing this up. Loving you isn't the worst thing. In fact it's the best thing I discovered about myself. I guess I'm just a little nervous."

She was really worried now. She had never seen me as unsure of myself as I was at that moment and she had also never heard me tell her I loved her. The combination of the two was confusing her.

"Kenny, I love you too. I always have and I always knew you loved me. I mean I sensed you felt that way. I really love that you want to be honest with me but you're scaring me a bit. I mean, I think I can deal with most anything but I've never seen you like this. Your not going to tell me you're gay or something, are you?"

She was searching for some explanation and when she came on the gay idea it really scared her.

I had to laugh just a bit. "No Mac, I promise, I'm not gay. It's a whole lot stranger than that. Let me try something with you and maybe it'll help you understand."

I looked into her most recent memories and discovered what I was looking for.

"Mac, you came here tonight hoping we would finally have a chance to make love."

Hearing this, she immediately turned red and just looked at me trying to digest what I had just said.

"Was I being so obvious?" She hadn't even considered that I might be reading her thoughts. I was being too subtle.

"No, you weren't. Let's try this again." This time I looked for something that I could not possibly know or guess and lo-and-behold there it was.

"Mac, I'm sorry to embarrass you but in the shower this morning you were thinking about tonight and you masturbated. You had a really strong orgasm." I threw that last bit in to be sure I was driving the point home.

She turned even redder and gasped. "How the hell could you know that? "If you were spying on me I'll kill you?" Now she was pissed.

"Mac, please clam down. I wasn't spying on you. I would never do that to you. I recently discovered an ability that will seem very strange to you. I know it seemed strange to me at first. You see, I can read your thoughts." She stopped me before I could continue.

"You've got to be kidding me. I don't believe it. You're just playing with me." She really didn't believe it was anything more than luck at best or spying at worst. I needed something more if I was going to convince her.

I decided it was time to tweak her a bit. I tapped into her pleasure center and mentally nibbled on her clit just a bit.

She jumped off the bed and backed as far away from me as she could. "Jeez, what the fuck was that? What did you just do to me?"

The first thing that caught me off guard was the language. Mac never used that language and coming from her it seemed totally inappropriate. The second thing that caught me was her fear. I scared her now and that was not what I was intending.

"Please Mac, I'm sorry. You see I also discovered that I have the ability to manipulate people as well. I just touched your pleasure center. I'm sorry. I just needed to do something that would help you see just how real this is. I promise not to do that again. Please come back and talk with me. Please." I really needed to settle her down.

"Jesus Kenny, this is just too much. How did you discover this power?" She still hadn't come back to sit with me but I could see some of the tension draining out of her.

"We'll, I guess I really discovered it at the party. By the way, I'm really sorry I didn't get to spend any time with you. It was just so crazy."

She started to ease back to the bed. "I was really pissed with you that day. If you had been able to read my thoughts that day you would have know I was hoping that would have been the day we first made love." With that declaration she sat on the bed and punched me. This was no love tap. It caught my upper arm and it hurt. That was one more failure to add to my growing list.

"Sorry Mac, I was just really overwhelmed that day. Actually I've spent most of the time since then feeling overwhelmed. There's more though. You see I've found out that this power is something that runs in the family. All the men seem to have the same ability to varying extents. My father was a master at this and used it to help a lot of people improve their lives. He actually turned it into a consulting business that is now mine."

I figured I'd hit her with the good stuff first and then try to ease her into my kinkier activities.

"You're serious, you can read and manipulate people's minds. This is just too weird. Can you really make me do things?" Her tone had shifted. Now it was less tinged with fear and more with curiosity.

"I can but I won't. The thing of it is I could but I won't use this to do things to anyone unless they want me too. There have been times in my family history where this power has been abused and it always resulted in disaster. I am trying very hard and will continue to try very hard to be sure I don't make that mistake." I knew that wasn't totally true. I might make Philippe's wife do things that she wouldn't be asking for but for now I rationalized that this was not abuse. This would be done in the service of a client. I really wasn't sure how long this rationalization would hold up.

"This is just too much to get my head around. What exactly could you make me do?" By now her curious nature was fully engaged.

"Well, I guess I could make you do pretty much anything. It's all pretty new to me so I'm not really sure if there are any limitations to this gift. I've tried it with a few people but so far, I've only done things they wanted done. I haven't forced anyone to do something they would be uncomfortable with or unhappy about." I thought about my two slaves and felt just a bit better. As out of control as I had been, in the end it was nothing more than delivering what they needed to be happy.

"Wow, I don't know what to say. I guess this is going to take a while to settle in." I looked into her thoughts and saw she was wondering if what she felt for me might have been something I planted. I needed to nip this one in the bud quickly.

"Mac, I swear to you, until this moment I've never even looked into your thoughts. I have never done anything even close to manipulating you. No matter what happens to us I really need you to trust me on this one. I would not do that to you. I really do love you and I would never do anything to abuse your trust." I wasn't sure I was getting through and as hard as it was not to influence her, I decided to let her reach her own conclusions.

"I guess I believe you. It's just strange knowing you could do this stuff. How would I know if you were or weren't manipulating me? I've always trusted you. I really want to trust you even now. Jeez, this is so confusing."

Her mind was working a mile a minute but I stayed out of her thoughts and waited to see where she would head with this.

"I guess I trust you. I know I love you. I can't believe you planted that in my head. I won't believe that. You just need to promise me one thing. No matter what, I want you to stay out of my head. Promise me, you'll let me be me. If you can promise me that I promise not to question you on this again." I sensed she was not fully convinced but she was also not prepared to run away.

"Mac, I promise, more than that, I swear I will never invade your thoughts or manipulate you in any way unless you specifically ask me to. I promise you this with all my heart. No matter what, I will let you be yourself." This was as heart-felt a promise as I could give. I would not violate it for the world and having made the promise I had to let her decide whether to accept it or reject it. It was torture waiting for her to digest this.

She stared deeply into my eyes and finally wrapped me in her arms and whispered, "I love you".

We had passed the first hurdle. I needed to take her to the next and I was going to stick with the good stuff for a bit more.

"Mac, there's a lot more I need to tell you but first I think it might help if I tell you a bit about how I think I'm going to be using this gift." I decided Josh's daughter was the best example I had to help her understand how good this could be.

"I have a new client coming in next week. He called yesterday about a problem with his daughter. You see, she was raped and she has been so traumatized by it that she can't even get near another man. Her father says she even cringes when he tries to hug her. I'm going to try to get into her head and see if I can't ease her pain. I believe I can. That's just one example of the kinds of things I believe I can achieve with the gift. I'm really going to try to do as much good for people as I can."

I think I touched a nerve.

"Wow, you really think you can help her?" Mac always had a big heart. If she could help she would and when she couldn't she grieved. I definitely hit a nerve.

"I'm pretty sure I can. I just need to get into her head and convince her it wasn't her fault and the beast that did this to her is just that, a beast. He's not a man. He's an animal. If I can make her see the creep for what he really is I think I can help her get past this horror." I wasn't convinced it would be as easy as I was making it seem but I really was confident I could help.

"That would be so great. I guess I wouldn't mind being able to do some of that as well. I was going to tell you I got into most of the universities I applied to and I am really leaning toward going to Harvard. They accepted me into the Psychology program." I knew she was going to tell me this and was about tell her about my change of plans when an idea struck me.

I had been considering how to get close enough to Shane to be able to help her and was thinking about using Mom as a conduit until I could get her more relaxed. Now I was thinking Mac would be the better choice. They would obviously be closer in age and could talk a bit more comfortably, maybe. It would also help me give Mac something that would make her happy and more comfortable with who I was becoming.

"Mac, I think you can do some of what I'll be doing. Hear me out for a second and if you want, maybe you can help me with this. You see, Shane – that's her name by the way, is so traumatized she probably won't be willing to sit with me so I can work with her. I was thinking about using someone else to help intercede. You might be the perfect person for this."

"Jeez Kenny, I don't know what I could possibly say or do that would be helpful. I've never even met someone who went through this. I don't see how I could be of much help." I could see she wanted to try but it would take some convincing before she felt any confidence.