Voice Activated Ch. 01

Mike reached into her head and took control. She stiffened with a quiet gasp as he made her completely obedient. "You can follow me." She nodded eagerly and trailed close behind him as he walked to the back room.

The three girls were already hard at work. The blonde was sprawled out on a bed, topless, while the other two bathed her thick nipples with their tongues. They has pushed her shorts down to her ankles, and both of them had a hand under her panties. The thin fabric of her underwear was soaked with her nectar. She was grinding against them, little moans and gasps escaping her lips. Mike could see their fingers delving inside of her, opening up her pussy and drawing out copious streams of liquid lust. She came, hard, her abs flexing as she tried to curl up into the fetal position. The other two held her down as her limbs twitched and a cascade of girlcum poured from her pussy. She lay back gasping, still for a moment, until the mousy girl pulled off her panties and jammed her tongue deep into the blonde's pussy. Fresh moans burst from her lips, filling the room, until the brunette straddled her head and began grinding her dripping cunt against her friend's face.

Mike sat on an adjacent bed, patting the mattress next to him as the saleswoman followed. She was flushed, her nipples pushing through the thin cotton of her blouse. Mike could see that she was getting turned on by the scene in front of her, but she was trying to remain in control. He reached into her and stripped her control away. She moaned and reached down to her crotch, pressing a hand against her pussy through her dress pants. A wet stain was already forming on the grey fabric.

"What's your name?" He asked, reaching out to brush a finger over her cheek. She moaned at his touch.

"Irene." Irene bit her lip and groaned as she moved her hips, desperately grinding her pussy against her hand.

"Do you like what you see, Irene?" He gestured to the girls in front of them. The blonde was on top now, two fingers plunging rapidly into the brunette's asshole. The mousy girl was watching them from the side, her hand a blur on her clit. Mike's cock was thick and heavy in his pants.

"Yes." Her voice was a strangled whisper.

Mike leaned in until his lips were almost touching Irene's ear. "Show me how much you like it."

Her hands went to her blouse. She ripped it off, sending buttons flying, to reveal a lacy bra. The bra was discarded in a heartbeat. Irene has nicely rounded breasts, and there was a slim silver ring piercing one nipple.

"Very nice, Irene," Mike said, reaching out and giving the pierced nipple a short, sharp tug.

She moaned, but her hands were already moving south. They clawed at her zipper, clumsy with passion. Finally, she undid her pants, pushing them down far enough to display a pair of simple green panties. They were soaked with her juices. She slid her hand in, furiously frigging her pussy. Her free hand came back up to cup her breast, lifting the full mound until she was able to capture her nipple in her lips.

Mike gave her pierced nipple another tug, and then got up from the bed. Time to see what his other toys were doing.

Things among the three girls had certainly progressed. The blonde and the brunette had the mousy girl pinned down, vigorously fingering her holes. Mike watched, fascinated, as the blonde added a fourth finger to the girl's pussy, and then her thumb. She slowly eased herself in until she was buried wrist deep in her friend's dripping cunt. The brunette was busy thrusting three fingers into the girl's now stretched asshole. Mike's cock turned into a steel rod while he watched it.

He turned back to Irene. She was naked now, on her hands and knees as she finger fucked her pussy. Her eyes were locked on the lesbian orgy unfolding in front of her. There was a wet stain on the mattress below her, evidence of her own orgasms. Mike pulled his cock from his pants, and she moaned and came again when she saw his girth. He took a step forward and ran his crown over her lips, smearing them with precum. She opened her mouth, cooing happily as he stroked into her. She began worshiping him, moaning as she tasted his dick. He had an overwhelming urge to fuck her face. His hand wrapped into her hair and he pulled her down on him. She struggled for a moment, one of her hands beating against his thigh as he pushed into her throat. Tears formed in her eyes. When he pulled out she gasped, and then coughed up a wet burst of spit. She looked lost for a moment, and then he slapped his cock against her lips. Irene smiled, and opened up to receive him again.

Mike face fucked Irene brutally.Spit was pouring out of her lips and down her chin, coating his balls where they smacked against her face. He thrust all ten inches of himself into her, and held it there as her eyes rolled back. Her hand was still busy on her pussy, and she came with his cock buried in her throat. When he thought she was about to pass out, he withdrew, letting her gasp and cough before pounding back into her. He glanced over at the girls on the other bed, amazed at their stamina. They were coated in each other, cum and spit streaked across their skin and matting their hair to their heads. They were busy trying to find inventive new ways to jam as many fingers as possible inside each other.He turned his attention back to Irene when her tongue poked out to sweep across his ball. Mike could feel his orgasm approaching, feel the cum churning in his testicles. He pulled out, letting Irene lavish attention on his crown as cum raced up his cock. She swallowed the first shot, and then pulled off of him, using both her hands to jerk his cock over her face. He plastered her, his rod spitting out shot after shot of thick cum. Mike had never seen so much before. When he was finished, Irene looked like the star of a bukkake video. She grinned, and began pushing his cum towards her mouth, murmuring happily.

Mike's orgasm brought total clarity, and with it, a terrible crash. It felt like a fog was lifting from his mind. Where had that come from? And why had he done those things? As he looked around, the horror of his actions became clear. The girls were still on the bed, laying in a circle, furiously fisting each other. Irene was still at his feet, her face now clear of his cum, staring up at him with an adoring smile. Cold dread filled him up. Mike reached out, hoping to find some way to reverse what he had done. There was nothing in the girl's minds but the all-encompassing need to fuck each other. He couldn't even see anything of their personalities anymore. Irene was, if possible, even worse. She was still there, still a person. But every fiber of her being was now devoted to him. All she wanted was to please him.

Mike shook his head. He didn't know what to do. He waved in the direction of the girls. "Go join them." She smiled and climbed up on the bed, her own moans quickly adding to the chorus of lust that still filled the room. He turned his back on them and left the store.

Mike started walking without any real destination in mind. He must have gone ten blocks when he found a park bench. Despair filled him. The idea that he could really hurt someone with this new power hadn't occurred to him. And now he may have hurt four people. He had to understand what was going on, why he had lost control like that. He heard the sound of footsteps approaching. It was a woman, beautiful and well dressed. Mike averted his eyes and put his head in his hands. Anything to avoid taking her too.

She sat on the bench next to him, his worst fear coming true.

"So," She said. "That was quite a mess you made back there."

His head whipped up. Mike found himself staring into a pair of shockingly blue eyes.

"Hi." She smiled and held out her hand. "My name's Clara. I think we need to talk."

For the second time that day he found himself sitting at an outdoor cafe. Mike couldn't stop himself from staring at the woman across the table from him. She was stunningly beautiful, with thick brown hair falling past her shoulders, high cheekbones, plush lips, and those huge blue eyes that had first captured his attention. The rest of her body matched her face. Full breasts strained at her thin blouse, her trim frame making them look huge. She had an ass to match, tight and round under her skirt.

Clara smiled at him. "You must have a lot of questions."

"Yeah. Are they alright?" He looked away from her, afraid of what her answer would be.

"The girls at the shop? They're fine." She grinned. "The three you started with, the ones in their little sapphic orgy, they were easy. It probably looked bad to you, but you were just seeing the surface. It wasn't too difficult to suppress their lust. They'll have a few pleasant memories of an afternoon spent exploring each other's bodies, and go on with their lives."

"Do they have to remember any of it?"

"They do. Cleaning up your mistake was not as easy as snapping my fingers. It would have been much harder to completely wipe their memories. Better to leave them with a little of what they did, and avoid doing any real damage." Clara's smile turned a little wicked. "Besides, it's more fun this way. I think you really broadened their horizons."

Mike sighed, the dread in his heart getting less intense. "And the other one? Irene?"

Clara became more serious. "She's a different story. What you did to her, it bound her to you completely and irreversibly. She's yours forever, and there's no going back from that. It's why that particular technique isn't used very often." She saw the look on his face and reached out to touch his hand. "She'll be OK. We'll take care of her."

"Who's we?"

"You and me. I sent someone to pick her up, so she should be on her way to my house now. You'll see her when we go back there tonight." Clara's smile returned. "You have a lot of training to do before you'll understand all of this."

Mike made eye contact with her again, and snorted out a quick laugh. "Where were you three months ago?"

She looked embarrassed, and sighed. "Actually, I was on the train that almost hit you."

"You're shitting me."

"Ideally, your mentor is supposed to be there right as the change hits you, to take you and care for you while you're asleep." She held up her hands when she saw his incredulity mount. "I know. I had this great idea where the subway doors would open and you'd fall right into my arms. But the fucking train was a minute late, so instead you almost got your head smashed. That's what I get for trying to be romantic."

"That's insane." He shook his head, nearly speechless. "How did you know I'd be there?"

"The Voice told me."

That stopped Mike cold. "Oh. You can hear it too?"

"Of course. We all can." Clara's eyes got wide and she waved her hands while speaking in a mock baritone. "It is time. I am everywhere." She snorted and rolled her eyes. "It says the same thing to everyone. It can turn us into psychic immortals but it can't think up some new lines while it's doing it." She giggled at her own joke until she saw the shock on his face. "What?"

Mike swallowed, fighting against the sudden tightness in his throat. "Did you say immortal?"

Clara bit her lip, giving him a second to process things. "Yeah. How old do you think I am?"

He took in her soft skin, the way her body moved under her clothes. "I don't know. Mid-twenties?"

"Close. I was 23 when the change came." She leaned in closer, the tip of her tongue flicking out to rest on her upper lip. "But that was in 1926. So I'm 101 years old as of last March."

He leaned back, a slow whistle escaping his lips. "Wow. Will we live forever?"

"I guess." Clara shrugged. "The oldest one of us I ever met invaded England with William the Conqueror. And I've heard stories of people meeting Romans and Ancient Egyptians. But we're immortal, not invulnerable. We can die. And after a couple of millennia the odds might catch up to you."

'This is a lot to take in. I can control people's minds. And I'm immortal." Mike thought of another change. "There are... physical differences from the way I used to be. Is that normal?"

"Of course." Clara leaned back and gestured to her body. "You don't think I've always looked like this, do you? As far as I can tell, every single one of us is physically perfect. Not a bad side effect if you ask me."

"I guess not." He took a deep breath and blew it out, puffing his cheeks. "What am I going to tell my parents?"

"If I were you, I wouldn't tell them anything. Or even talk to them again for that matter."

Mike looked up in shock, and met her eyes. They were ice cold. She was serious. "Why?"

"You know how you felt when you took those girls? Powerful, dominant?" He nodded, fear and desire mixing in him. "You're going to feel like that all the time, and about everybody, soon. It comes from using your abilities. We're not like them anymore," She said, waving her hand to take in the people strolling down the sidewalk. "We are sharks, swimming in a sea of goldfish. We are the apex predators of the human race."

"What does that have to do with my family?"

"Have you ever wanted to fuck one of your siblings? Or turn your parents into pets?" The stricken look on his face was all the answer she needed. "If you go back to them you might do those things. I'm not saying you will, but it can happen. Better safe than sorry."

"Does it have to be like that?" He shook his head. "Is that all we are?"

Clara was silent for a moment. "Maybe it's time for your first lesson." She got up from the table. "Follow me."

They went a couple of blocks down the street, until they found themselves standing in front of a small store. Mike had walked by it in the past, but had never gone in. It wasn't really his taste, mostly selling small pieces of mediocre art and cheap jewelry.

"What do you see?" Clara asked.

"It's a store. A shitty one, for teenage girls."

"I don't mean with your eyes. What's in the store?"

Mike reached out, and found a single fire burning inside. "There's a woman in there. She works here."

"What's her name?"

"Sophie. She's 22."

"Cute. Let's introduce ourselves." Clara pushed her way through the door and headed for the back.

Sophie was standing near a rack of jewelry, absentmindedly rearranging earrings. She turned at the sound of footsteps. "Hi, how can I... oh. Oh!" She froze in place a look of fear and adoration spreading over her face. Her limbs started trembling as Clara came closer. Clara leaned in and planted a gentle kiss on her lips. The poor girl let out a long quavering moan. A spreading wet patch appeared on her crotch as she came.

"Hello, Sophie," Clara said. She reached down and unbuttoned Sophie's jeans, sliding her hand in to cup the girl's pussy. "Mmm, nice and wet. Did you already cum for me?" The girl nodded frantically. "Good." She looked back at Mike. "Can you lock the door please?"

He locked the door and turned the sign around to 'closed'. When he got back to the women, Clara was standing behind Sophie, one hand still pushed down into her panties. The other had slid the girl's shirt up and moved her bra out of the way. She lightly tweaked Sophie's nipple as she looked over at Mike.

"First lesson: How to take someone over without destroying them. Look into her mind. Don't do anything, you'll be able to see what I'm up to in there."

Mike reached out, drawn to the flame of Sophie consciousness. When he touched her, that new feeling awoke in his chest. A sea creature rising out of the depths. He had to have her.

The look in Clara's eyes said that she knew what was happening to him. "Stay under control, we don't want to keep this one. Watch as I work." Mike could perceive her presence inside of Sophie, suppressing some things, heightening others, move some parts of her self to the side. "Our time with Sophie here is going to be temporary. So, we only really want to change a few parts of her. Everything else, we push out of the way and compartmentalize it. She's going to fuck, and suck, and cum. And when we're done I'll put everything back into place. She'll remember having a good time, but that's about it." She turned her attention to Sophie. "Are you having a good time sweetie?"

"Yes! Yes, mistress!" She was so turned on that she could barely talk.

Mike stepped in and cupped the girl's free breast, letting his palm slide over her stiff nipple before his fingers dug into her flesh. Clara reached out and cupped the back of his head, pulling him to her. Their lips met, her hot pink tongue delving into his mouth. When they parted he was momentarily speechless. She smiled at him wickedly, before turning back to Sophie. Mike could feel her fingers moving in the girl's crotch, grazing his cock as she plunged them in and out. He stepped back, stripping off his clothes, desperate to free himself.

"Mmm, I thought you might be packing some heat." Clara's eyes were locked on his prick. She licked her lips before leaning down to whisper in Sophie's ear. "Do you like Mike's cock, pet?"

"Yes, mistress." The girl was clearly losing all semblance of control, her hips jerking as she ground against Clara's fingers, searching for her next climax.

Clara wouldn't give it to her. She withdrew her hand from Sophie's pants, her digits covered in nectar. Clara carefully licked each finger clean, savoring the girl's taste. When she was done, she pushed Sophie down to her knees, right in front of Mike's cock.

Mike knew when an invitation was being offered. He stepped forward, the crown of his rod butting against Sophie's lips before sliding off to rub on her chin, smearing a line of precum on her skin. She opened her mouth, swinging her head as she tried to grasp his wayward cock. He kept it out of her reach for a moment, letting her catch little nibbles of his shaft, before finally resting his glans on her lips. Sophie opened wide, eagerly swallowing him. Little moans escaped her lips as she tasted him. Clara's hands were on the back of her head, wrapped up in her hair. She pushed Sophie deeper, ignoring the girl's struggles as Mike's cock breached the entrance to her throat. Mike groaned as he slid down into her gullet, reveling in the feeling of her muscles twitching around him as she fought her gag reflex. Clara held Sophie down while she tried to push away, her airway blocked by Mike's rod. Finally, Clara relented, pulling Sophie back until Mike's cock rested just in her lips. The girl gasped for air, and then coughed, a rush of spit pouring from her lips. Clara repeated the process, pushing Sophie down onto Mike's rod until she couldn't take it anymore, and only then letting her catch her breath. Mike was in heaven. He didn't even have to do anything, he just stood there as his mentor used their new pet like a toy. Clara locked eyes with him, her pink tongue flashing out to touch her lips as she grinned. He leaned in and kissed her, their mouths coming together in passion as Clara started thrusting Sophie's head faster. The wet "gluck" noise coming from the girl's throat filled the room as Mike and Clara made out above her, their tongues dueling. Clara finally pulled away, her hands leaving Sophie's head as she stepped back. The girl continued on her own, driving Mike's cock deep into her throat with aggressive thrusts.

"That's a good girl, Sophie," Clara said, her hands going to the buttons of her blouse. "Keep playing with Mike."

Mike watched, rapt, as Clara began undressing. Her blouse went first, revealing a grey shelf bra underneath. Clara's nipples were exposed, offered up on the lacy platter of her bra. She reached up and gently tweaked the fat points. Her skirt was next to go. She hadn't bothered to wear anything underneath except for a pair of sheer stockings. Clara's pussy was perfect, a slightly puffy mound, with lips like the halves of a peach. Her full clit was already engorged, sticking out from under its hood.