A Man of Singular Talent Ch. 01: Sarah

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AUTHOR'S NOTES

The protagonist of the below story is a man gifted with the ability to control the minds and bodies of others. If you are the sort of person that likes to know the features and limitations of his power, read on. If not, eh, skip to the story.

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Our nameless protagonist does not know how his power works other than it appears to be genetic and kicks in around puberty. He has had this power for a while now and through his investigations (aided by many who of course do not remember lending their expertise) he has some understanding of how it works but not why.

Our protagonist's abilities:

- allow control of a subject's motor functions, both voluntary (walking, moving head and arms, etc) and autonomic (breathing, heart beating, etc). He does not like to control autonomic functions however due to the high risk of killing the subject by for example forgetting to tell his heart to beat.

- control is executed through commands ('run', 'jump', 'pick up that object', etc). The subject's body seems to be able to work out the details as long as the command is not too vague (so 'hit that man' will work but not 'hit anyone who looks threatening').

- commands are transmitted mentally.

- He can read minds and memories, and can change the intensity of base emotions (fear, anger, lust, etc) but cannot create or change thoughts, switch a subject's emotions or affect complicated emotions (love, jealousy, etc).

- He can create visual, auditory and tactile illusions. These work as normal commands - he tells the subject what to see/hear/feel and the subject's mind works out the details provided the illusion is simple.

- commands can only be given to subjects in direct line of sight. Detection of other minds is possible through walls, etc up to a certain distance, but they cannot be altered unless our protagonist can see the person.

- Commands remain effective until removed by the protagonist, even if the subject is no longer in view.

- Commands can be made to only one subject at a time, but multiple subjects can be controlled by giving commands to one, then the next, then the next, etc.

- larger scale and/or simpler commands work better than fine detailed ones. The protagonist cannot change facial expressions, and attempts to force speech results in meaningless slurring.

The protagonist's only real fear is that someone like him will notice his ability and take it away from him. Consequently any potential activity is investigated and if another 'Talent' such as he is discovered he takes steps to neutralize the danger. He has not yet met a Talent with abilities as strong as his, but he feels sure they are out there, somewhere.

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All characters and events are fictional. Many are illegal, immoral and/or impossible. Never try this in real life. You do not have mental powers.

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Stories of strange happenings eventually led me to a small town by the name of Springville. For once these tales had some truth in them. I traced the source to a local Talent. Nothing too remarkable; like most people who inherit the ability to bend people's perceptions and beliefs the Talent ascribed it to magic. So be it - superstition is a handy way to make sure inexplicable events get ignored, no professional scientist wants to be associated with anything labeled paranormal. I made some minor tweaks to the Talent's abilities, making sure any 'spells' cast would be temporary and limited in range. I've learned not to just crush a Talent's abilities, too noticeable. Better to render them too weak to threaten me while remaining undetected.

Did I mention the Talent this time was a young female? Quite an attractive one at that. A pity that the sort of fun I might have had with her would have broken my 'don't get noticed' rule. I managed to avoid temptation, but it was a seriously frustrated me that took breakfast in a local diner early that morning (carefully tinkering with the mind of a Talent is best done when the target is asleep, so I had been up most of the night).

As I sat in my booth, sipping a scaling hot coffee, voices carried over from the booth behind me. An older couple planning a day of antique hunting. What fun these baby boomers have. My ears pricked up however at the sound of a younger, more petulant voice.

"Urgh, for the thousandth time Mom, I'll be fine."

"I'm sure you will dear, but that doesn't stop me worrying. That's my job."

"Sarah, you remember where the hose is kept, right? In the toolshed?"

"Yes Dad. And yes, I know to use the wide spray setting when washing the precious gnomes."

There was more of this but you get the point. I decided a trip to the bathroom was in order, located behind me such that my journey allowed me to see the people in the booth. Standard elder white middle class couple (there's a factory somewhere that makes them by the truckload). Cute teenage daughter. Long brown hair, brown eyes, soft rounded lips and a button nose, a perfect petite package. Seemed about 19?

A quick rummage through the teenager's mind confirmed she was 19, despite her relatively small frame. Headstrong yet innocent, an enticing combination. Her parents were leaving her alone all day today. She had no plans, expected no visitors. Lucky me.

It was tempting to follow them home when they left, especially as their departure allowed me to drink in the sight of Sarah's small but perfectly formed ass squeezed into blue jeans. But again discretion is my watchword, so I simply took her home address from Sarah's mind and watched them leave. I took my time over the rest of my breakfast, left a generous tip, and strolled over to the house (which I would have googled but annoyingly my cellphone did not seem to function well in this town. No matter, I simply got directions from a local who then immediately forgot he ever talked to me).

By the time I arrived Sarah's parents had already left. Something felt wrong, however. A check on my instruments revealed some buildup of a local reality distortion field. Approaching the house with caution now, I determined the effect was coming from the upper floor.

Entering the house through the unlocked back door I made my way upstairs. I did not see Sarah, but this distortion had to be dealt with first anyway. Business before pleasure. I discovered the source to be a broken garden gnome hidden in a closet in what I assumed to be the parent's bedroom. Evidently it had been a locus for a small distortion event, a common enough occurrence in the vicinity of an untrained Talent. The gnome looked newly broken, no doubt the distortion was caused when its shape was altered and the field force lines became warped.

It took a minute or two to drain the energy from the gnome and dissipate the reality distortion. And now finally I could return to my main task.

Back in the corridor, I heard noises coming from a room downstairs. Reaching with my mind confirmed that the noises were from Sarah, and that no others were in the house (yes, I should have checked that before I came in. My horniness was making me sloppy.)

I went to the top of the stairs and peeked around the corner just as she left the room. I was treated to the sight of the young petite teen in a tight pyjama set. Pink pants hugging the curves of her ass even more than her jeans had before. An orange top showing a flat stomach and small but noticeable chest, especially as she reached up to tie her hair back in a ponytail. Tatty duck slippers.

She was intending to go to the kitchen but I had other plans, so instead she 'decided' to go back into her bedroom. I followed her in, still unnoticed.

On other occasions I have been more patient, perhaps getting the girl to try on different outfits or masturbate in front of me before getting personally involved. But after a night of digging through one hot girl's mind without being able to play and the need for patience this morning after spotting Sarah I decided to cut to the chase. Taking full control of Sarah's motor functions, I left her standing facing her bed as I approached her from behind. And what a behind it was. Reaching down (she really is quite short) I grasped her ass with both hands as she stood motionless. I returned some minor voluntary motor functions to Sarah's control, enough for her to exclaim as I caressed her teen ass through the pyjama fabric.

"What the what?! What's going on? Ermph, I can't move!"

Leaning down I whispered in her ear.

"You'll move when I want you to, Sarah."

To prove my point I had Sarah push her ass back into my hands. I couldn't resist slipping one hand inside her pants and under her panties. My other hand wandered up and around to her stomach, under her top, heading for her breasts.

"Ah! Get off me, what are you doing?"

"Anything I want."

Her stomach was taught and smooth, but as I squeezed Sarah's ass and rolled her breasts in my hands they proved soft and pliant in all the right ways. Her squirming as I held her only served to put more of her flesh in contact with mine.

Finally, I stepped away and allowed her to turn around. It didn't matter if she saw my face, she would be unable to describe it or recognize me even if I let her remember our encounter. She looked up at me with a mixture of defiance and fear that made my already stiffening penis strain against my clothes.

"Strip."

It was not necessary to give a verbal command, my mental control was already making her hands grip the hem of her top and start to pull it up. It's just more fun this way.

Her pyjama top came off in short order, along with some pink crop top thing underneath. Her pants, those awful slippers and some gray striped socks quickly followed. The purple panties stayed on for the moment. Sarah's round perky breasts were now fully on display in front of me. I stepped forwards and placed my lips on her trembling mouth. Of course there was no response at first, but a little mental prod soon had Sarah opening up and sharing a deep passionate kiss, while one of my hands went again to cup a breast, thumb rubbing her nipple.

Feeling her soft lips against mine, her tongue flicking and twisting in my mouth, was delightful. But I had a better use for Sarah's mouth. Breaking the kiss I straightened up and started removing my pants. As my hands moved to the zipper Sarah started talking again.

"Oh... oh no. No. You can't."

I ignored her protestations as I removed my own clothes. Sarah's eyes widened as my fully erect penis popped into view in front of her, which I took as a compliment.

Now fully naked I walked around her and sat on her bed. After a brief moment enjoying the view of her panty clad ass, I got Sarah to turn around and kneel between my legs. I placed one hand on the back of her head (again not strictly necessary but fun), and slowly guided her open mouth towards my penis. Sarah's protests continued all this time, until I could feel her hot breath on the tip of my eager dick. She only stopped when my penis finally slid past her lips and into her wet inviting mouth. I had taken back control of her mouth, so even as Sarah's eyes looked up at me, pleading me to stop, her lips were tightly closed around the shaft and her tongue was fluttering around the head of my penis, teasing and twirling.

After the initial entry I started withdrawing my penis after it had been about halfway in Sarah's mouth. I'm not remarkably big, but Sarah's petite proportions meant even half an average sized dick filled her mouth. She looked a little relieved as I withdrew but the respite was brief; before the tip left her lips I was pushing back in, more quickly this time, and did not stop until about three quarters of my penis was engulfed in Sarah's sweet mouth. I started a rhythm, sliding my dick in and out, each time a little deeper. Sarah was struggling to cope, but tried her best to accommodate me in her mouth and eventually in her throat (my control of her gag reflex helped). By the time I was feeling her lips kiss the base of my penis on each downstroke I had let go of her head, but of course she did not stop or slow down. I was able to lean back and enjoy watching Sarah kneeling in front of me wearing nothing but panties and a look of despair as she deepthroated my penis again and again and again.

As she serviced me I reached into her mind again. It was awash with fear. I soothed her mind a little - not to be kind you understand. It's just that past a certain point, where fear shades into terror, the mind essentially freezes, unable to contemplate what is happening. A defense mechanism perhaps. By dialling back her fear I could sense Sarah's thoughts begin to flow once more. She was able to contemplate her situation, to properly feel the sensation of her mouth being invaded, her body not respond to her urgent desire to get away but in fact participating in giving her first blowjob (yes, first. The boys of Springville must be timid creatures.). I could feel some of Sarah's personality come back, her eyes narrowing as she stopped mentally thrashing around and tried to focus on achieving one thing. Oh, how cute, she was trying to bite down!

Unsurprisingly I did not let her chew my penis up, but I did decide to let her stop impaling herself on my dick and remove it from her mouth. She even got to hold it in one hand. As she gently stroked and squeezed with her hand, Sarah was once again able to talk, albeit with frequent interruptions as she smothered my penis, balls and side of my legs in kisses and long languorous licks.

"*kiss*Mister, I don't know *liiick* ugh, how you are doing this *smack* buh, but I'll get you for it *liiick*. You'll sooo regret doing this to *smooch* to *kiss* to me."

I felt no need to answer, it was just too much fun listening to Sarah promise vengeance while running her tongue up the shaft of my penis and lightly twisting the tip with her small but dexterous hand. Eventually though I tired of her protestations and decided to silence her again. Sarah removed her hand from my penis and used it instead to fondle my balls. Her mouth covered the tip of my dick and closed around it, giving her tongue enough space to really go to town licking and flicking the head. She was still trying to talk but achieved only incoherent moans, which added to the sensations of her gentle hand massaging my balls; her lips sliding over my skin as her head bobbed slightly up and down my penis; the wetness of her mouth and caresses of her tongue on my oh so sensitive head.

It wasn't long before I could feel my orgasm boiling up from my balls. I tensed up, but if Sarah noticed or realized what it meant she gave no sign. Certainly the look of surprise on her face as I started ejaculating into her mouth seemed genuine - I could have checked but I was a little distracted filling this teenage girl's mouth with her first load of warm cum. I did have the presence of mind to allow her to swallow as I came, there just was not space in Sarah's small (and still weakly protesting) mouth for my cockhead and the cum spewing from it.

My orgasm finally died down as Sarah's hand squeezed the last of my cum from my balls into her waiting mouth. She slid her lips off with an audible pop. I had her look up at me as her tongue darted around the head and the corners of her mouth, cleaning up every last drop. Neat and tidy.

I had her sit up, hands in her lap and waiting silently while I recovered from my post-orgasm high. All the tension of the last twenty four hours had been drained out of me as effectively as Sarah had drained my balls. I still had an erection, but building up a decent load would still take a little time. No matter, I had all day.

Five or ten minutes later my erection had still not subsided. Perhaps it had something to do with the nearly naked teenage girl kneeling at my feet waiting to sate all my lusts. I decided I would spend some quality time with Sarah's small but well-proportioned chest. Sarah stood and stepped towards me, straddling my waist and sitting in my lap facing me. Not only did this place her breasts neatly within reach of my head, my dick was pushing against her ass crack, rubbing against her panties with every movement either of us made. Sarah squeezed her body as close to mine as possible, leaned back and placed her hands on my knees for support. Her breasts stood proudly from her chest, flushed from her earlier exertions and rising and falling with her breathing. Taking one breast in one hand I squeezed a little to make her nipple stand out even more, ready for my tongue to flick and lick. Her body tasted sweet and salty, no perfume but the faint smell of soap.

Using my hands, lips and tongue I explored her chest thoroughly, before moving to her neck. The squirming of her ass against my dick (okay, I may have made her grind a little on purpose) eventually grew too much.

"Stand and turn around, Sarah."

Sarah climbed off me and did as ordered. She did not speak, even though I allowed her to.

"Good. Now take off your panties with both hands, slowly. Time for the next hole."

That last bit was intended to provoke a reaction, and it did, something between a sob and a wail emerged from her lips as she hooked her thumbs into the sides of her panties and slowly drew them down, keeping her back and legs straight and bending at the waist. Her now naked ass looked sweet as a peach, asshole just peeking out invitingly. Sarah straightened up and turned around. Her pussy lips were clearly visible between her legs (dat gap). Brown pubic hair was trimmed but not shaped.

Some say the missionary position is boring, but it does have the advantage of being able to see the girl's face and look into her eyes as you penetrate her, and I wanted to watch Sarah as a strange man took her virginity on her own bed. So I got up and had her lie down, arms above her head, legs parted. Her ponytail went to one side, hair spilling over her shoulder. I got on the bed between her legs, positioning myself for entry. I looked up and saw she had closed her eyes tight. That would not do. A mental command and her eyes flew open just as my dick touched the folds of her pussy.

I locked eyes with Sarah as I slowly but firmly penetrated her. I got about half of my penis inside her in one relatively smooth motion. Surprising - I had of course made sure her pussy was wet before entry, but even then I expected more resistance. A peek into her mind confirmed that she was indeed a virgin (until now) but her hymen had been taken care of by the insertion of... a pocket flashlight? Girls will put anything inside themselves nowadays.

Sarah let out a squeal as I slid into her. I almost did too - she was so tight! Would I even fit all the way in? I certainly intended to try.

I took the same approach with her pussy as I had with her mouth, steadily pushing a little deeper into her with each downstroke. I met with some success but not much. I mentally commanded Sarah to relax and lift her knees up to her torso. Looking down to where our bodies connected I still had a couple of inches to go. Sarah's body was visibly bulging where my dick was planted inside her, and when I withdrew her pussy gripped my shaft so tight it was almost turning inside out. She had surely reached her limit, but I was determined to feel this cute brunette's vagina fully encircle my penis.

I got off Sarah (there was an audible 'shloop' sound as my dick left the warm embrace of Sarah's pussy, but no blood), got her to stand and then took her place lying on my back on her bed. After a short session of her leaning over the bed and blowing me, partly so Sarah could taste herself on my dick and partly so I could stroke the curves of her body from the side, I got Sarah to straddle my hips, grab my penis with one hand and lower herself onto me.