Outsiders Pt. 01

"Holy fuck," exclaimed the leather-clad bear of a man.

"It's a raid," Gary said, panicking and putting away his knife.

"It's okay," Khaki pants said, "we're clean!"

"Well, what about the girl," demanded Leather bear.

"Keep her quiet," Khaki pants said. "Come on! Let's go see what they want!" He handed Leather bear a gun and led the other men downstairs.

Ben knew he had no time to waste. They'd see there were no cops as soon as they came down the stairs. He began to silently cast the Dominate Person spell on Krista. Leather bear stuck the barrel of the gun against the back of her neck. He let his other hand roam against her flank. Krista began to sway to his touch. Her neck craned and she looked right at Ben as he was casting. Only Ben's maxed out Concentration skill prevented him from bungling his casting in shock at having been spotted by her. It took him a second to realize that she was looking through him at the retreating men and judging the optimal time to strike out against her remaining guard.

Ben finished his casting and felt the link establish between their minds. He sighed in relief when she failed to resist his spell. Leather bear didn't hear him sigh over the noise of the cops. Ben sent Krista the order to hold still and teleport with him. He crept to within easy reach of her as he waited for his magic to flow again. The three bikers downstairs were yelling in surprise that there weren't any cops to be seen there.

"What do you mean, no cops," Leather bear shouted. He lifted his hand from Krista and took two steps towards the stairs. His gun was still trained on her head. Ben felt sure she'd be able to take advantage of Leather bear's carelessness if she wasn't dominated by him at the moment. "I can hear them!"

Ben's magic resumed flowing and he spoke the word for the Greater Teleport spell. He did it silently, so it took six seconds, instead of three. By that time, Khaki guy ran up the stairs and said, "It's the darndest thing! We all heard them, but when we got downstairs, we saw that there are no cops and the noise stopped. It's like an episode of The Outer Limits come to life!"

"What the fuck are you talking about," shouted Leather bear. "I can hear them banging!"

Ben heard no more of the argument as his casting was complete. He touched Krista's hand and the two of them appeared in his bedroom. Ben barked out a nervous laugh in relief. The rush of adrenaline was receding and his legs suddenly felt like jelly. He stumbled over to the bed and sat down on it, heavily. He felt Krista's mind rebel in shock at what happened. "That was close," he thought to himself. He wiped the sweat from his brow and calmed down. He looked at Krista, still bent over like she was on the pool table. He sent her the order to stand up straight and looked her over. Other than the auburn hair, she looked exactly like she did when he had last seen her. Except for her vacant expression.

Ben sent her the telepathic order to relax, accept the fact that he has magic and act naturally. She took the tape off her mouth and her easy grin came into play. Her stance relaxed a bit. Ben let his eyes roam all over her. She stood before him in dark boots that had two inch wedges, black tights that hugged her shapely legs and sexy ass like a second skin, a maroon shirt that was stretched tight over her breasts and a brown, leather jacket.

Ben licked his lips, nervously. He had thought of what he'd do to Krista if he ever got a hold of her and here she was, at his mercy. He was sorely tempted to do some of the nasty things he had been daydreaming of.

She had been the one that had sought him out and seduced him, without even ever kissing him, and then took his money and self-respect. She had put him through so much anguish this winter, it would only be fair if he got some nookie for it. On top of that, he had just rescued her from a gang rape. Ben felt certain that after the men raped her, they would have gotten the location of their money from her, one way or another, and then still called those people that wanted to feed Krista to their dogs. He saved her life.

He looked into her bright, green eyes that were just staring off into space. He had felt her terror when he teleported them here and he couldn't think of her as just a hot body anymore. She was a person with emotions and thoughts and all that. He had felt it with his magic. He put his hand over his brow and slowly wiped it down his face in frustration. No matter how much he told himself he had a right to do it, he knew no one could ever claim a right to rape a woman. Not under any kind of circumstances. Not for saving her life, nor for having first been heart-raped by her.

He shook his head and asked himself what he had been thinking when he had gone after her in the first place. It had been a colossally stupid idea, born of lust and the fact that he had been fixated on her ever since he had first met her. He now had a second dominated slave on his hands. He could only take comfort in the fact that he had saved her life and whatever virtue she had left.

He sat there, depressed at having a second slave, for just a few more seconds, until the Greater Invisibility spell faded away and made him suddenly appear on his bed. As soon as Krista saw him, he sensed her recognize him and felt her spirits buoy. She was very glad to see him. He felt, through the spell linking their minds, that the very sight of him was filling her heart with hope.

"Oh, Ben," she said, her voice nearly trembling, "I'm so glad to see you!" She rushed into his arms and hugged him tightly. Ben was stumped at her actions. "You saved me! Thank you! Thank you so much!" She started laying quick kisses all over his neck, chin and cheeks, thanking him out loud the whole time. She then put her hands on the sides of his face and looked him dead in the eye. Ben lost himself in the emotion he could see in her green eyes. "Thank you," she whispered passionately before kissing him on the lips.

Her tongue parted his lips and found his. Ben's eyes closed and he lost himself in the feeling of having his tongue massaged by hers. It was his first ever kiss and he was overwhelmed by it. He could feel her joy through the spell. She swung a leg over him, relaxed and let gravity mould her body to his. He felt the heat and weight of her body upon his and the contact sparked something primal, deep within him. His heart started beating like crazy. Her breasts were pressing into his chest and her thighs were sliding along his. He was starting to get an erection that was poking up at her hip.

He felt her feel it and be very happy for it. She broke their kiss and pulled her head back. He opened his eyes and looked into hers. She was smiling a glad smile. He didn't want to even think about what kind of stupid expression he was wearing. His brain locked up under the soft pressure of her firm, young body upon his and all reason left him.

"Ben, I'm so glad it was you," she whispered and kissed him again. This time, she teased his tongue and tried to entice it to leave his mouth. He instinctively answered the call and licked out at her lips and teeth. His hands slid upwards of their own accord and came to rest upon her behind. He squeezed the perfect globes of her ass, timidly at first and then with increasing possessiveness. She moaned in appreciation. He started to feel a flush spread across his skin like wildfire. He was losing himself in her touch.

He sensed her joy was genuine and allowed himself to explore and grope her body as he liked. His fingers went from softness to hardness as he slid his hand under her jacket and tried to memorize her entire back. She began to rub her front against his, driving him to distraction. A little voice of doubt started to non-verbally speak in the back of his mind, but he ignored it. His hands were full of Krista and his tongue was exploring her mouth. He was too far gone for rhyme or reason.

He ran a hand up over her back and snaked it between them to give one of her tits a good squeeze. He was surprised to feel no bra obscuring his touch. She moaned and lifted her torso from his, without breaking their kiss. He sensed, through the spell, her discomfort with his touch and opened his fingers to let go of her tit. "What's the matter with you," he asked himself. "You know better that that! You've felt what it feels like for a girl! You know they take more time to get aroused than boys! Slow down and explore her body!"

He rolled them over so he was on top. He kissed her again, only this time he used his voyeuristic experience with Susan to guide him. He teased her lips with quick, light touches and rubbed her tongue until he felt he found the right combination. He sensed, through the spell, her start to become genuinely aroused by his kiss. His heart swelled with pride at his accomplishment.

With one hand, he held her head still and regulated the pressure of their kiss. He snaked his other hand under her shirt and started to run his fingers across the smooth skin of her stomach. He sensed through the spell whenever he stumbled upon a ticklish spot and paid it special attention. Soon, she was breathing heavily in arousal and starting to squirm beside him on the bed.

He wanted to zero in on her breasts, but her jacket was in his way. He took his hand out from under her shirt and slid the jacket off her shoulder, all without breaking their kiss. Krista moaned in approval and rolled him over. She sat atop his hips and took her jacket off. He helped her draw her hands out of the sleeves and the jacket was forgotten as soon as it was tossed aside. His hands immediately grasped the hem of her tight, short-sleeved shirt and pulled it upward.

Krista sat up and reluctantly broke their kiss as she allowed him to pull the shirt up over her breasts and shoulders. As soon as her perky tits showed up, he let go of the shirt and put both hands atop them. He hefted them and gave them a tentative squeeze. Krista's arm were trapped above her head by the shirt and her face was covered. He could sense her frustration at not being able to see his reaction to the sight of her tits. She struggled to dislodge the shirt and Ben started to gently knead and massage her tits. He felt what kind of touch she liked best and applied it. Soon, she was moaning like a cat in heat and pressing her chest into his arms, the shirt forgotten.

"I like the way she sounds," Felicia said, sitting on the floor by the bed. Ben gave his familiar a frown and nodded twice at the door. "I can see now what the fascination was all about, Boss. Heh, I'll just give you two some privacy." The cat got up to leave, but Ben paid her no mind. Krista finally tugged her shirt off her head and tossed her hair back to look at his face. When she saw the awe and glee there, she smiled and Ben sensed her delight at how beautiful he found her.

He kept up with his ministrations upon her tits and she moaned and closed her eyes. He could sense how good it felt for her and he could see the blush and goose bumps spreading across her skin. She let her head fall back and her lips parted. She gasped in time with each touch he lay upon her erect nipples. Her hands ran up and down his forearms, gratefully caressing the limbs that were giving her so much pleasure.

All this time, Ben's erection had been trapped under her soft buttocks. When she started to grind her ass against it, Ben lost all self control. He rolled them over again and sat up next to her. He grasped the waistband of her tights and pulled. He sensed she liked the forcefulness of his move and she dug her heels into the mattress to lift her hips and allow him to finish undressing her. He rolled her tights down past her knees and stared at the tiny, red panties that were covering her sex. He suddenly wanted to taste her.

He bent down and kissed her navel. He sensed she liked it so he struck out with his tongue and licked and teased the smooth indentation on her stomach. As usual, the spell's link told him when he stumbled upon how she liked it and he obliged her. She writhed and laughed on the bed as he tickled and kissed her navel. His hands reached up to caress her breasts again. She put her own hands over his and vocalized her approval, saying, "Oh, yeah," over and over again.

Her husky tone of voice made his cock start to throb in his pants. The animal inside him wanted to hear her scream out in ecstasy. He was too far gone to think about how he was brought up to view women. He wanted to dominate her. He needed to utterly, sexually dominate her and make her succumb to him in sheer ecstasy.

He kissed lower and felt the satin of her panties tickle his chin. He growled at the offending piece of fabric and gripped it in one hand. He ripped it off her body, eager to get to the treasure it strove to defend. He felt her respond very positively to his sudden display of force. The link between their minds told him he had made her almost fully aroused. He put both his hands between her legs and gently, but quickly, spread her thighs wide.

Her shaven sex was now completely laid bare before him and he gazed at it hungrily. Her inner lips were pink, swollen and starting to peek out through her fat outer lips. She sat up on one elbow to better look upon his face. He felt her worry about how he would react to the sight of her pussy, but it vanished when she saw the hunger in his eyes didn't abate one, single bit. It grew. He lowered his face to her crotch and took a deep breath. He smelled her skin, the faint aroma of some rose-scented product she must have used in the shower, and the strong, musky tang of her arousal. He looked down and saw a single drop of moisture seep out of her slit. He wanted to lick it up and taste it, but he knew, from his spying on Susan, that he needed to take things slowly and start at the beginning.

He pressed his face against the inside of first one thigh and then the other. He felt the feel of his stubble drive her mad. He pulled her thighs closed against his cheeks and smiled, making her gasp in delight at the rough, but ticklish sensation. He rubbed his face against the insides of her thighs, for a few more seconds, and then let her thighs fall wide open again. He kissed the places he had just irritated, alternating between the left and right thigh and letting his hot breath linger upon her pussy between each kiss.

He felt her liking the kisses, but he soon felt her grow impatient and bored by them, so he stopped and focused on her pussy, instead. He reached out with his tongue and licked the split between her outer lips, from the bottom to the top, making her flinch on the bed and cry out, "Yes!" He put his hands upon the insides of her thighs and pressed down, pinning her hips to the bed, so she couldn't squirm anymore, and repeated the lick. He felt, through the link between their minds, just how good the slow lick felt to her and let that guide him. With each soft lick, she cried out her approval and encouragement.

As much as he could feel and hear her enjoy the licks, they weren't enough for him. He kissed each of her lips with his and sucked on them to part them wider. Her hands reached down and her fingers grasped his head, trying to press his face harder into her sex. He kissed her inner lips and explored them with his tongue. When the tip of his tongue slid between her inner and outer lips on one side, he felt her mind overwhelmed by the sensation and her whole body flinched. He repeated the lick and did the other side, too, making her scream out in incoherent pleasure. Her juices began to flow in earnest, slicking his lips and chin.

He kissed her inner lips and gently probed between them with his tongue. He tasted her juices and innermost folds. It was the first time that he had ever tasted a woman and he could all but feel the experience etch itself permanently into his brain. He fucked her pussy with his tongue, twisting it over the spots he could feel she liked touched. Her body wanted to buck her pussy upwards into his mouth, but he was holding her firmly by the thighs, so she settled for digging her nails into his scalp and trying to press his face into her pussy.

He felt his actions were inciting within her a need to orgasm and that made him proud. She was moaning and keening as his tongue kept driving her closer and closer to the peak. He felt her starting to feel frustrated and instinctively understood she was ready to cum. He licked up her folds until he felt he had stumbled across her clit and planted his lips upon it. He sucked it into his mouth and gave it a few flicks with the very tip of his wet tongue.

He felt her mind collapse at the stimulation and instinctively pressed down upon the hot, little nub with his tongue. Krista exploded in orgasm. Her juices flowed freely out of her pussy to stain his face and the sheets. He felt her pleasure and it made him experience a very strong orgasm of his own, only he didn't shoot his load. He was overwhelmed with a sense of pride and accomplishment. He made a girl cum for real. In his own mind's eye, he became a Man, with a capital M. He didn't care that he cheated, using the telepathic link between their minds. She came by his doing and that was all that mattered to him. He used his mouth on her clit to prolong her orgasm and his own pleasure.

This demonstration of the utter mastery he had over her body was making him want her all the more. He wanted to fuck her. He felt his need to claim her as his own and mark her with his seed, just like a caveman. It was primal and overwhelming. He sat back on his heels, between her spread legs, and watched her body quiver before him. Her skin was flushed and glistening with sweat. Her face was contorted into a grimace of pleasure that looked like it was bordering on pain. Her green eyes were squeezed shut.

He pulled his shirt off, tossed it aside, and undid the button on his pants with shaky fingers. He slid his hand into his underwear and grasped his hard cock, lifting the fabric of his boxers off it. He felt her looking at him and lifted his eyes to meet hers. He slowly pulled his boxers down over his cock and revealed it to her gaze. Her eyes lowered to gaze upon it and she gasped aloud as her mouth fell open. He felt the desire the sight of his manhood inspired in her. She wanted his meat inside of her, right away. She wanted him.

In recent years, Ben had become convinced that no woman would ever truthfully desire him and he had struggled to make peace with that sad fact. Now that he saw the hunger in her eyes and felt the desire in her mind, he forgot all about it. Gone were the doubts that had plagued him since adolescence. He knew he was of a good size and he knew he could last long enough to push her over the edge a second time, which was what he wanted more than anything. A primal desire to mate rose up and took charge of his lust-fueled mind.

He roughly shoved his clothes lower on his hips and leaned forward. He held himself over her with one arm and used his other hand to aim the head of his cock against her folds, still wet from her juices and his saliva. He pressed inside of her and his burning, animalistic desire gave way to the sense of wonder as he experienced penetrating a wet, willing pussy for the first time in his young life. He paused inside her, for a few moments, and let the sensations of her silky folds caressing him sink in for future reference. After that, his primal side completely took over.

He pushed further in, until he felt his balls against her asscheeks. He pulled halfway out and then slammed back in. He started to fuck her in earnest. She grunted with every stab of his hard, hot meat into her squishy box. He felt her pleasure mounting through the link and he knew he was fucking her well. He let go of the last vestiges of thought and started to jackhammer into her.