Parasound Ch. 10

Author's note:

This chapter is long overdue. I had to spend some time deciding where I wanted this series to go because, while I would love to have plenty of time to write tons of Parasound chapters, the reality is that I don't have nearly as much time as I would like. I have so many little scenes I want to write, parings of characters that I want to bring together, but I also don't want to leave the series unfinished. To satisfy my hopes for Parasound, I've got a two part plan moving forward.

The first part is finishing the series by bringing the already completed prequel series, Opening Act, more firmly into the plot. As of this point, Opening Act is still not required or even necessarily recommended reading yet. The focus of this story is still Kate and Lex and the rest, and I intend that to be the case right up through the end. If there is ever a point where Opening Act is recommended reading, I will note it at the top of the chapter. That said, you can expect at least three more chapters to the main series after this one, if not more.

The second part is where the series will go from there. As I said before, there are several stories and scenes that I think have great potential, even if they don't fit neatly into the main plot. So you can expect more Parasound stories after the end of the main story. Things like one-offs starring familiar characters that take place during or after the events of the series or maybe even giving those characters or new ones their own multi-part stories.

The bottom line is that I don't want to leave something unfinished, but that doesn't mean I will be hanging up Parasound for good at the end. The following chapter will set these plans into motion.

Thank you for reading! Please enjoy.

Fine droplets of rain drifted down from the night sky onto the front windshield of Kate's car as she drove back home from the movie theater.

It wasn't Kate that had any interest in going to see a movie. Her idea of entertainment had changed drastically in the last week. There were definitely cameras in movie theaters now anyway, wasn't much you could get away with besides maybe a covert handjob and a fuck in the bathroom.

No, Jake was the one who had plans tonight. Plans to see a movie with his friends, neither of which were Mike. She fantasized a situation where she, Mike and Jake all saw a movie together before having fun after, but the reality was a little more disappointing. Instead, she just dropped Jake off. Although, being the wonderful brother he was, he of course offered to drive there. And being the wonderful sister she was, Kate made her appreciation known. She could still taste the salty proof of her appreciation on her tongue.

Regardless of the fact that she hadn't gotten any new dick herself, she was still happy with the way her day had gone. Surprise sex that practically fell into her lap. Lining up a big dick that was in all likelihood actively penetrating her friend at this very moment. All topped off with a mouthful of her brother's cum that she coaxed out of him from the passenger seat.

She couldn't help but smile at the good job she was doing. Tonight she would go home and brainstorm. Figure out who was next. Sleep. Keep her energy up. There were plenty of people out there just waiting for her to come along and grab them by the crotch and pull them into the nearest alley.

Kate pulled up to her house and stopped out front. She didn't pull into the driveway, but rather stopped in front of it on the road and threw it into park.

She needed to pull into the driveway. She always pulled into the driveway. She could hear her thoughts in her brain telling her to pull into it and park and get out and go inside but... she couldn't. She looked down to see her hand trembling for the first time since having the gift thrust into her brain. Her hand slowly grabbed the gear shift once again, putting her car back into drive. The feeling was strange. As if her brain decided she was done for the day but her body had other plans. She felt herself ease into the will of her body, letting it take the lead as the music stirred quietly. Her hand stilled and whatever strange dichotomy of actions and thoughts had just occurred began to dissipate, calming her, soothing her. This was right. This was good.

Her arms and legs carried her freely around the neighborhood. She knew they were doing what was right. Knew they were taking her where she needed to be, even knew deep down that her brain was the one telling them what to do, but her inability to pull the 'why' from her own head was what made it feel so alien. The song rumbled again, quelling her conscious mind. She didn't need to know the 'why.' She would find out soon enough.

Kate found herself driving away from the suburbs. It was only after about twenty minutes of driving—the rows of houses turning into the occasional house surrounded by fields—that she realized a van was following her. It was big and looked unmarked from her obscured view. She should have been worried, but in that same way she had stayed calm and followed her gut willingly into Mike's car last weekend, she kept driving without a care. She had an idea that a similar fate was in store for her tonight.

The question was, how did she know? Did she guess? Did the song guess? One thing was certain. The van wasn't following her for the whole trip. So how?

The song stirred once more. This wasn't the time for questions.

She turned down a cracked, dilapidated road that stretched out towards what looked like an abandoned factory. After more than a mile of being followed down it by the mysterious van, her foot pressed the break slowly through her blue running sneaker, bringing herself to a controlled stop.

Kate looked around. The space surrounding her car, beyond her headlights and the headlights of the van that overpowered her own, was nearly pitch black. There were no houses visible, no windows lit against the darkness, no possibility of peering eyes stumbling upon their peculiar encounter. The outlines of long-forgotten factory equipment were visible against the starlit sky as the hums of the two vehicles' engines intermingled with each other. Her small sedan ran quietly, while the van's own rumbling overtook it.

She waited. Waited for anything to happen. The van stood motionless. The driver's face was impossible to make our through the rear view mirror, though Kate felt them irrelevant for reasons she couldn't explain.

Her fingers grabbed the key in her ignition. She turned off her car and flicked her headlights off with her left hand. With only the van running, she could hear the sound of her own rapid heartbeat. Mike was one thing. The moment she saw him the other night, she knew she was in no trouble. He was just Jake's friend, easy to manipulate. Something else was emanating from the bright lights behind her. Something far less controllable than an 18 year old boy. Behind her was an unstoppable force. As if murmuring in agreement, the song woke briefly. Low, pulsing bass made its rounds in her brain before slumbering once more.

The door handle felt inviting against her hand. She pulled it, freeing her body into the night. Her long, smooth leg stepped out onto the cracked pavement, thigh bare against the nipping night air thanks to her white-trimmed black short shorts. She stepped all the way out, upper body warmed by the gray Waldon sweatshirt that her brother would be seeing in his dreams forever.

She closed the door, leaving her keys in the car. She may be able to return to it later, but she truly didn't know for sure. The only thing that was clear to her in that moment was that her destiny was in the back of that van. All she needed to do was walk around to the door on its side and step in. She had felt this before, she realized, but when she tried to recall the moment, it escaped her.

Something pulled at her, like an invisible rope wrapped around her thoughts. She was wasting time. The person waiting inside the van couldn't wait forever. She needed to go inside and fulfill her duty. And she would of course. She was a good girl.

As Kate walked away from her dormant car towards the unmarked van that radiated danger, the large door on its side slowly slid open. And without hesitation, at the same time when her best friend sank willingly onto her knees to swallow an intruder's cock miles away, Kate climbed into the van, the door closing just as slowly as it had opened.

The exterior of the van was deceptive. It wasn't necessarily a piece of junk by any means, but the inside of the van was incredibly lavish. It looked more like a limousine than anything else, with plush seating that curved along the three doorless walls. The lighting inside was incredibly dim and blue, with small cutouts under the two corner armrests. These were lit with equally dim red lights, housing wine glasses and rocks glasses that were clearly untouched.

"Katherine, it's nice of you to join us."

She turned to look at the man sitting to her left. He looked old, at least in his late fifties if not early sixties, but something about the tone of his voice and the way he was sitting implied an energy younger than his years. He was wearing all of the fixings of a suit, sans tie. The top button of his white shirt was popped. He didn't look the least bit surprised to find her stepping into the van.

"Who are you?" Kate asked, knowing it didn't matter.

Us?

She looked to the opposite side of the van. The lights on this side were dimmer, nearly off. A woman—a young woman occupied the dark space, wearing a black cocktail dress. She wore a short pair of black heels on her feet, legs crossed. Kate couldn't make out any of her features from her chest up. She had nice tits though.

"Eyes over here."

Without protest, Kate obeyed. The man put down his phone face-down onto the armrest and she felt the van's engine stop, leaving a strange stillness in its wake.

"Come over here, Katherine. Let me get a good look at you."

"It's Kate," she said curtly. Despite her tone, her body obeyed all the same. She took the few short steps over to him, bent over slightly to fit under the van's roof.

"It would be much more comfortable for you to be on your knees. Wouldn't you agree, Kate?"

Kate didn't even have an opportunity to think about it before she was kneeling down in front of him. The song had begun to stir, of course. There was only one possible way this was going as she saw it, but this time the song itself was reacting as much as her own head. She wasn't in disagreement with the way things were going, but her body responded faster than the rest of her could. His commands had an immediate effect on her that she couldn't help but find familiar.

The carpeted floor of the van was pleasant on her knees. She watched his cock stir in his pants, making the song stretch its chords to prepare her brain. The man in front of her put two fingers under her chin, and lifted her young face up towards his. His thumb caressed her cheek. It was rough against her soft skin.

"You really are one of ours, aren't you?"

"Yeah," her lips responded without fully understanding what he meant. Putting the pieces together wasn't hard though. This was about her gift.

"How old are you Kate?"

A smile crept across her face.

"I'm nineteen."

"Nineteen years old...."

His thumb traced her lips, and almost like a reflex, she kissed it slowly. Her eyes glanced down again at his lap, catching a more concrete display of arousal this time. The outline of his dick was growing in his pants. He wanted her. Of course he did. She was young, beautiful. They were here, inexplicably in the middle of nowhere. She might not know the full reason why she was here yet, but she knew part of it at least. She was going to fuck this man. His voice called her eyes back to his.

"You want to suck my cock, don't you Kate?"

Her response poured out of her head as quickly as the song flared in her mind.

"Yeah."

All at once the invisible hand loosened its grip on her body and the music came together. It was all so simple now. The way her body worked without her from leaving her house up until now. It was all to bring her here. She didn't know it, but she was being pulled on a leash, led to this inconspicuous road with the promise of... what?

Kate undid the stranger's belt and unzipped his pants before pulling them away. He lifted his hips and with the layers of clothes removed, his cock sprang up, pointing towards the ceiling.

The promise of this, Kate thought. She was led by the nose from the invisible force—maybe from this man or maybe the woman behind her shrouded in shadow—to a private place where she and the strange man could become intimately familiar with each other. He was clearly eager and she was no prude.

And now that the song took hold, the force was free to release her. Her crude assessment of her place in life now was accurate, it seemed. She was a puppet. One who only now realized someone else besides the song had a set of strings. She decided, even as those other strings went limp and she grabbed the man's cock, that she didn't mind relinquishing control to them either. The people in this van.

Kate gave him a few dry, lazy strokes and looked back into his eyes through her glasses.

"Have you been a good girl, Kate?"

She released him and brought her palm to her mouth, using her tongue to slick it up to her fingertips. She could taste his dick on it. The song approved.

"You mean you don't already know?" she said with a smirk, grabbing his dick again with her hand to jerk him.

"We don't know all of it. Please," he paused, clearly enjoying the way she touched him. "Tell us everything."

Us. Kate felt a desire to turn around for another look at the young woman, but the desire to make the man in front of her cum was too strong. Her hand twirled steadily along his shaft.

"Oh... where should I start?" She giggled. "Maybe with the day I listened to what I'm guessing was your song. When I walked into my little brother's room and fucked myself on him and took his cum."

The man grinned and exhaled. He glanced at the woman across the van before looking back at her. Kate continued.

"Maybe when I gave my best friend's boyfriend a footjob under the table and then let my boss plow me in the back room at work?" She worked him faster and cocked her head slightly with a casual grin. "Did I mention those two were the same people?"

The suited man in front of her held his composure surprisingly well. In her head she had seen this going one of two ways. The first was him busting almost immediately. Who knew the last time he had a girl like her touching his cock?

The other possibility in her mind was him not being able to keep it up. That one was looking less and less likely. His dick wasn't particularly big, roughly the size of Jake's, but it was impressively hard. Thoughts of how it would feel inside her flooded her mind along with the familiarly hypnotizing music.

"There was the time someone kidnapped me and took me out into the middle of nowhere to have their way with me." She offered him a playful glare. "Weird that it happened more than once, isn't it?"

"We didn't kidnap you. You came here because you wanted to."

"Mmhm." Kate used her thumb to press his dick against his chest. She leaned forward and sucked at his balls, using her tongue to caress the underside of them. She let them slip out of her mouth and she glanced back up at him from between his legs. "Tell that to your therapist."

Without pulling away, she trailed her tongue up his shaft to his head, happily tasting a spot of precum from the tip.

"You guys brainwash girls, don't you? Brainwash them to make them horny."

She kissed the head of his cock.

"Like me."

The young woman across the van watched the man grab Kate's head and push it down onto himself.

She watched from behind as the girl's brown haired head bobbed up and down on the older man's cock as so many others had done before. So many tongues—including her own—had tasted it, but never one as young as this. This was, for once, new and exciting for him. She wasn't carefully selected, not calculated but truly wild. Everything had worked flawlessly but the excitement of pure random chance made him hungry for it in a way he might not have been for a while.

The young woman heard her heartbeat take on a faster pace. Somewhere beyond it, another steady rhythm accompanied it, echoing the bobbing of Kate's head as her lips engulfed his shaft.

Guck... guck... guck...

Kate took slow, long movements along the man's dick as the song rumbled in agreement. He was small enough that she could easily, proudly take him into her throat. So she did just that, feeling the way he trembled each and every time the head of cock pressed down into it.

Finally, after bringing herself to tears on him and and letting her breath grow short, she pulled away and drew in a deep, audible inhale. She looked up at him with a satisfied, slutty smile as he cocked her head up towards him with two fingers under her chin again.

"Sweet fucking Jesus you're perfect," he said. She giggled in response, fully aware of that fact.

"How many?" he asked.

A vague question, but she knew what he meant.

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves. I haven't even told you about the party yet."

"We know all about the party," the young woman behind her said. Her voice was sweet and nice. Far from the deep, sultry one she expected.

"How do you think you found your way there?"

Of course. The invisible strings. It wasn't by chance or some omniscience on the part of the song. The feeling was familiar to her from that night.

As if in thanks, Kate spit into her hand and grabbed the cock in front of her again. Likely not the only reward she'd be giving them for the best night of her life. She stroked.

"You pushed me there. To get gang banged by some drunk assholes."

"That's right. Are you angry?"

"Are you kidding? Not even a little bit. Those boys... they bent me over and used me. Filled me up one after the other like a fucking assembly line. It was... intoxicating."

"How many Kate?"

A light flipped on in her head as the music casually played to hear ears from the inside.

"Why even bother asking?" Kate stroked faster. The older man's cock hadn't lost one bit of its erection. "You already know don't you, V?"

The man exhaled a breath that was half laugh, half pleasure from being jerked off. He glanced at the girl across the van once more before looking back into Kate's eyes. She'd pulled his attention back with tighter, faster strokes that filled the van with the wet sounds of her grip on his shaft.

"You're not as smart as you think you are. I'm not V." As if reading her mind, he answered the next question on her lips. "Neither is she. Now answer."

Kate still wasn't sure she believed them, but decided to answer all the same.

"My brother. His best friend. My best friend's boyfriend. Some asshole with a big dick and two other assholes with slightly smaller dicks. So six."

"More than five already?"

Kate smirked with pride.

"So did you..."

"Lex. My best friend. I gave it to her too."

His cock twitched in her hand. She swirled her thumb around the slick tip.

"And this Lex..." he exhaled. "How many?"

"My brother and his friend." She stopped before remembering the plan she put into place earlier. "She's about to get fucked right now too. I offered her to the aforementioned big-dicked asshole."

"Three?" He let out a groan, brought on by the hand wrapped around him and the good news. "Perfect."

"You didn't just bring me here to suck your cock, did you? Or fuck me?"