Telekinesis - the Undoing Ch. 11

Telekinesis - the undoing of Mandy, Rachel and a few more besides

by Maximilian Cummings

Chapter 11

"What can we do about Bobby –after that night?" It was the girls – Mandy, Rachel and Titch – together. There was no need to specify which night. The subject was so obvious.

"We just so saw what he can do. He can control - move things - with his mind."

"So strange."

"Yet, so true!"

"What should we do?"

"We should tell someone like Mr Derais."

"Don't be silly, Titch. What can Mr Derais do, and he wouldn't believe us anyway."

"Or the Police. I mean, though, it's impossible and we have no proof. They'd saying we were fantasising. Frustrated young girls making up imaginary stories."

"We need to do something ourselves. Something to teach Bobby a lesson, something to punish him. We need to take him in hand."

"He is a bit of a handful."

"Titch, that is so not funny! He went too far with that lezzie stuff."

The girls all nodded.

"You were quite good, though, Rachie."

"Oh, shut up Titch. How'd you have liked it the other way around?"

Titch pulled a face.

"If only I'd had those photographs."

"What photographs, Rachel?"

And Rachel had to tell the girls about yet another incident with Bobby and admit she had rather started it. How she had planned to get the better of him with her camera and then discovered the missing card. Bobby had not mentioned it and neither had she. The others shook their heads. It just got worse and worse.

"If only we could capture him. You know. Tie him up. Punish him."

"If he's tied up we can take more photos. Then we have him. Any more trouble and we release the photos."

"They need to be embarrassing, Mandy, the sort he would not want to be seen in."

"Tied up wearing suspenders and a bra - and erect!"

"Titch! But yeah"

"Being fucked by a man. You know, up his bottom."

"Or blowing one."

"Cum all over his face."

"We haven't got a man. I can't see your Jeff doing that."

"He's not my Jeff - now."

"I'd like to dye his cock blue with Mr Derais' ink."

"Mandy!"

"And then punish his balls."

"Whack his bum and his balls!"

"Tie him up in chains."

"But, but won't he be able to stop us." said Titch.

"Not if we blindfold him. Remember the wardrobe. If he can't see, he can't do his thing!"

It became a plan.

Men are stronger than women but three women are more than a match for a single man. Bobby never saw them until it was too late. Thump and they were on him. Forced to the ground he was blindfolded, gagged, trussed up like a chicken and carried into a waiting car - Rachel's car. Not easy to do in broad daylight but easier if the victim is creature of habit - and the girls knew where he walked on a Saturday.

Not a sound from the girls. They were not going to let him know who had abducted him. He never saw them coming. The bag over his head and then all of them on top of him. Not a sound until they had got him to an old abandoned hut out beyond Bright's Farm near the railway line. The girls had thought the plan through, their moves were planned in advanced. No chance of him using his mysterious ability with three girls holding him down or blindfolded and trussed. Mandy had found just the place for the 'punishment.'

Hands raised up in the air and tied to a beam above Bobby's head, Bobby pulled up to stand on tiptoe, there was a bit of futile kicking from him and then, still without a word, the girls began slowly to undress him. Scissors to his shirt and there was Bobby hands high above his head and bare from the waist up.

Rachel smiled at the other two girls and reached inside the pocket of her jeans and produced things which made the other two shake their heads. Rachel grinned and stepped up to body and applied the two wooden clothes pegs to Bobby's little nipples.

"Mppphoww"

Rachel grinned the wider and began to undo Bobby's belt. She got as far as undoing it and the brass button of his jeans before her fingers starting running gently over his bare skin - his stomach, his back and around his trapped nipples. Soft sensual touchings. She knew what she wanted to see when his trousers came down! Rachel nodded at Mandy.

Mandy's hand reached for the brass zipper and pulled. More ineffectual kicking from Bobby, kicks which completely missed any target. Rachel and Titch pulled down the jeans, despite the wriggling legs had the trainers and socks off and pulled the jeans downwards restricting his leg movements.

Rachel shook her head. The bulge in Bobby's boxers was there but not the big bulge Rachel had been expecting and wanting. She pouted and nodded to the other girls who hooked one finger each into the waistband of the boxers.

From her jeans pocket Rachel produced a tin of Vaseline. The other two girls looked at it. Mandy hunched her shoulders and grinned broadly. Rachel nodded and the boxers began their downwards journey.

A lot of muffled protest and wriggling from Bobby but the downwards movement was inexorable and out into the open came his flaccid penis and his white bottom. Rachel leant around Bobby to see the state of his penis and shook her head at the girls. It was not at all tumescent even if it was big. She began to unscrew the tin.

A great big glob of the petroleum jelly scooped up on her fingers and then Rachel moved her fingers forward, not around to his front to grease Bobby's penis, not to make it rise all shining and slick but instead into the crack of his buttocks. She inserted the glob of jelly between the cheeks and began to slide her fingers up and down greasing the crack, her finger inevitably running over the rubbery corrugations of his anus. And greasing that was her object. Another glob but this time she pushed a finger in. Easy enough with all the Vaseline. Bobby, for his part, tried to escape the invading finger, pulling his body forward and away with his feet, but with the rope holding up his arms there was only so far he could go and Rachel's invading digit simply followed his moving buttocks and burrowed further.

"Mmphmo."

Up to her knuckle and then a second finger slipping in on the Vaseline. Back and forth working the sphincter and easing it.

Standing at Bobby's front her two friends were watching. Smiling at the struggles the boy was making. Mandy looked at Rachel and nodded, indicating with her eyes. Rachel peered around Bobby and there lifting itself up into the air was his wonderfully large penis. She watched, as her fingers moved around in his bottom, the penis undress all by itself, the foreskin rolling back to reveal Bobby's really rather big and bulbous knob. Magnificent, but so attached to the wrong boy! The girls were going to have some fun with that and Bobby. They were going to teach him a lesson.

Beneath his erection his equally big balls swung at his struggle to escape the invading digits. Rachel's smile broadened the more. There was going to be more to escape than that.

Delving within her own jeans, kept nice and warm – body temperature – right inside her panties and very intimate with her own sex. Rachel pulled out one of her dildos. Not too large but very realistic – and importantly realistically warm. Rachel attached it to the harness she was already wearing and then reached and pulled apart Bobby's already well greased cheeks. There she could see his wrinkled arse hole. The arse she had planned to invade with Mr Tom but been thwarted by Bobby's revelation that his erection was just as big. Well, he was not going to escape this time!

As agreed Titch knelt in front of Bobby and opened her mouth, holding it just beyond his erection.

Rachel touched and pushed giving Bobby the sudden feel not of a finger but the very realistic feeling of a warm knob touching his arse. As expected the shock produced a violent reaction away from the dildo; Bobby thrusting forward causing his penis to push straight into the waiting mouth; Rachel followed the movement having no intention of letting him escape. The sudden soft and warm wetness of Titch's mouth caused an immediate counter reaction away and back onto Rachel's dildo. Bobby impaled himself, the plastic sliding easily on the Vaseline into his bottom.

Bobby's hips pushed and pulled trying to escape the penis in his bottom on the one hand and the sucking mouth on his penis.

"Mmpphmo!" It was a real wail.

It had all worked so perfectly, just as Rachel and the girls had hoped. Bobby undoubtedly believing he was being used by a group of men. One in his bottom, the other sucking his cock. Psychological torture! It was perfect.

Rachel reached around and grasped the thick erection. It was so big in her hand; so big that her fingers did not meet. She squeezed. The message being to emphasise that Bobby had erected at the unknown play to his bottom and was still erect. It was slightly annoying how nice it felt. Despite her crossness with Bobby, she could not help her body reacting to the firm penis, thick and warm in her hand,to the naked boy and, indeed, what she was doing to him.

Bobby was still wriggling, still trying to get away but they had him. They well and truly had him! Perhaps now was the time to reveal who his captors were and what was to happen. Not actually a succession of erections up his bum: the original plan had been to have one mystery boy, at least, do that but they were fairly sure none of their friends would have been prepared to do that particular deed however much the girls might have offered to help and what they might have offered in return. They had discussed it. They had discussed the reward – certainly the boy being offered the opportunity of bedding the three of them together and doing anything he wanted – but they had not thought Simon or even Burt Sampann would have been prepared to do or, perhaps importantly, could have been trusted to keep the secret. Amusing as it might have been!

Rachel indicated with her hands and the other two girls moved to pull off Bobby's jeans and boxers completely leaving him naked with Rachel fucking his bottom. Grabbing one ankle each they pulled and left him suspended as they tied a rope to each ankle and then tied the rope ends securely to the old shed on either side leaving Bobby spread-eagled rather like that Leonardo da Vinci drawing of a naked man – only that man did not have an erection or, for that matter, a girl fucking his bottom! Rachel's hand moved from shaft downwards to hold Bobby's balls in the palm of his hand. Just like the bull in the field Bobby's hung big and low. Such a vulnerability to girls who were cross.

As Rachel pushed away at Bobby's bottom she lifted and lightly fondled Bobby's balls. She could feel within the wrinkled skin the smooth egg shapes of his testes. Such a vulnerability to vengeful girls! With his legs so spread they were just hanging there ready to be crushed - like eggs could be!

Rachel leant forward pushing her upper body close to Bobby. Perhaps he might feel her breasts but it no longer mattered. She stuck her tongue into his right ear and wiggled it. Perhaps he had not felt her breasts – he certainly did not like the tongue! Bobby pulled his head away but trussed as he was he could not go far!

"You went too fucking far with that Lezzie stuff, Bobby." It was the first spoken words, given close to his ear. The first indication to Bobby he was not the prisoner of men but cross girls. His struggling stopped, with, what Rachel hoped, was relief flooding over him but as her hand closed a little tighter around his balls there was a sudden stiffening of his body as realisation dawned that rather than the feeling of a warm masculine squirting in his rectum he was about to feel that masculine pain of crushed balls. Was he going to? Oh yes he was! Her fingers closed. She had not done this for real before, had never had cause to knee a guy in the groin. This was not kneeing: this was much more personal. Her hand - his balls. She squeezed quite hard. There was not an immediate reaction, almost as if there was a delay, and then Bobby shook. His sucking in of breath and shaking revealing he was in pain.

Rachel grinned at her friends and began gently stroking Bobby's penis. "I hope that didn't hurt Bobby? No? Well, I'll do it again. Just the right one twixt finger and thumb. Would you like Mandy to hold the left? Yes? You need to speak up."

"Mmmph."

"You would?"

She felt Mandy's fingers in position. "One, two, three, squeeze!"

It was more than clear Bobby did not like the attention his balls were receiving.

"Come on Titch, give Bobby another little suck. He's liking this!"

Bobby might have liked the sucking but he was not enjoying the squeezing.

"Shall we let you speak?" Her hand cupped both balls, just gently fondling.

A nod to Mandy and the gag was removed.

"No, Rachel, please don't. Aaaagh no!"

She had squeezed again!

"Don't you like my penis in your bottom?" She jerked her hips at him.

"No, Rachel, please..."

"Mistress, that's the word, Bobby, you are being overly familiar. You are here to be punished by Mistress Mandy, Mistress Titch and myself. Mistress Titch is being very nice to you sucking your penis isn't she?"

"Yes. But not my... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah, fuck, don't do that Rachel."

"Mistress! Bobby. One more mistake like that and..."

"Mistress Rachel, please no, it hurts."

"It's meant to Bobby. It's meant to. Titch, why don't you kiss Bobby's poor little balls better."

Rachel watched Titch take first one ball and then the other in her mouth and massage them with her tongue. No doubt soothing for Bobby. That had been the idea. That had been the plan.

"Are they nice, Titch, good enough to eat?"

"Mmmm, Rachel," there was a giggle from her, "all soft, succulent and juicy."

"Go on then, bite into one."

Mandy giggled as well. They had planned much of this and the phrases.

"Fuck, no, please! Aaaagh!"

Rachel could see the teeth marks. Titch had not held back!

Bobby was almost whimpering. "Please mistresses..."

"I think," said Rachel," we'll leave them alone for a while. Mandy, your turn."

There was a definite sucking, popping noise as Rachel pulled out of Bobby's bottom. But the respite for Bobby's bottom was only to be short.

"Bad boys get smacked, Bobby, but we don't want to hurt our hands. Mandy is all ready behind you. Count to three."

"Mistress, I..."

"Count to three."

"One, two, can't we stop..."

"Count to three."

"One, two... three."

The cane in Mandy's hand was wielded with some force. The sound of it striking flesh, buttocks indeed, was loud. The thrusting upwards of Bobby's erection in response to the thwack to his buttocks seemed so erotic. The girls had not planned to use Bobby's penis on themselves but Rachel felt herself suddenly really wetten. What a penis, how beautifully it thrust and, indeed, what a thrust to feel where it counted. What a picture! She looked at Titch. Her eyes were on Bobby's penis as well.

Picture? The camera! The girls had forgotten the camera. Rachel set to capturing the moment. The next swish and reaction she got perfectly. The contact of the cane and the evident movement away, the unrestrained erection just pushing so hard up into the air, Bobby's buttocks so clenched and the muscles of his legs so straining. Rachel could not help it. The image came to her of herself, jeans off, bending at the waist to the front of Bobby and feeling his big knob thrusting up into her as Mandy thwacked Bobby hard on the buttocks. The sensation would be so intense.

Another whack from Mandy, another thrust from Bobby, another click of the camera. The girls were not gentle. They took it in turns to chastise. His bottom became rather red.

"I think we've left those clothes pegs on long enough."

"Owwww!" The returning blood caused more pain.

"You're making too much noise. Titch, the gag."

There was nothing Bobby could do to stop his mouth being silenced again. It was time for the next stage of the punishment.

Mandy, Titch, I think we need the stinging nettles now! You'll need the gloves."

Lovely to see Bobby shudder and then strain at his bonds.

"No drooping Bobby, it is polite to stand in the company of mistresses. I said stand straight!"

The thwack of the cane to his penis was not meant to be gentle. It was not!

There was laughter as the two girls went out in search of the greenery.

Wonderful to see him writhe. To have him at her mercy. Rachel was enjoying herself. It was not just the pleasure of revenge but it was sexual enjoyment as well. Blindfolded, Bobby could not see the lust in her eyes, could not see the way she stared at his erection but she knew what she really wanted to do. That had not been part of the plan. The girls has not intended to fuck him - it hardly seemed a punishment to settle one by one onto his upstanding, just so big penis but had she just been wearing a skirt she could have slipped her knickers off and had just a little bit of a fuck with them none the wiser. She unstrapped the dildo and knelt. It was so big and so juicy looking, standing up there right in front of her face. She did so like big. The girls need not know. Bobby wouldn't tell!

Rachel's lips descended. Her eyes closed. Just a little suck would not hurt. It was so big in her mouth - fucking marvellous!

Outside away from the hut, out in the bright sunshine two girls looked a little bit like they were on a nature ramble.

"It's not quite like picking a bunch of daffodils."

"Hardly," replied Mandy.

Carefully, with gloves on, the two girls were snapping off stinging nettles and putting them in a pile. The idea was to bring in a couple of big bunches into the hut to really frighten Bobby. Make him think perhaps he was going to be made to lie on a bed of nettles? The reality was probably just an application to his penis, balls and bottom. Each girl with a single nettle in hand.

"Do you think this is enough?"

"It's really going to hurt," said Titch. "Should we really?"

"Oh yes, it'll hurt all right. His big thing will be so painful and red with all the stings."

"Are we being a bit hard on him?"

"Don't be silly, Titch. You are too soft. You'll be able to kiss and suck it better - afterwards!"

It was a lovely day, the sun was shining, the birds singing and the sky so blue. Even the old dilapidated hut looked rather picturesque and pretty and not a bit like a torture chamber. The girls walked back chatting happily carefully carrying their bunches of nettles.

As she opened the door Mandy realised things were not as they had been.

"Rachel, you shouldn't have taken his blindfold off." She stepped forward. Where was Rachel?

She grabbed the blindfold and made to retie it on Bobby but then saw Rachel.

Rachel was gagged and tied to a chair.

"Rachel" How?" But she already knew the answer. Their plans had suddenly gone very wrong. Behind her she heard Titch gasp. She turned and already spare rope was looping itself around her friend, seeming to move by itself as if it was a magic rope but Mandy knew it was Bobby's doing. Nothing magic about it. Bobby had not moved, was still spread-eagled and gagged but she could discern the smile beneath the gag.

Perhaps if she could blindfold him then all would still be well but she felt herself forced away even as the ropes entwined themselves around Titch. Mandy knew they would be coming for her next. If she could only reach Bobby with that blindfold.

But she could not. She was just not strong enough to overcome the force Bobby was exerting; and all the time Titch was getting tied up.

"Rachel, help!"

"No, no, this wasn't meant to happen." Mandy cried.

But it was happening!

No sooner was Titch tied than the magic ropes came sneaking towards her. She could not resist as her hands were raised high above her and a rope began winding and threading itself around her wrists before tying itself to a beam above her. Mandy was only tied by her hands but it was enough. She could twist and turn and kick but otherwise she was as tied up as the rest of them. Rachel tied to an old chair, Titch trussed up on the floorboards and Bobby still tied spread-eagled in the centre of the hut. Everyone seemingly captive but Mandy knew the appearance was deceptive. One of them could get free - the wrong one!