A Man of Singular Talent Ch. 02: Sophie and Alice

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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There are people in the world who can directly control the minds and bodies of others. I know this because I am one of them, and I have met others with similar abilities.

This has made me quite paranoid. So far none of the Talents I have met match my own level (especially after I alter their minds to limit or disable their ability). Most have been much weaker, and none so far truly recognized their singular talent as I have. But I live in fear of meeting one who is stronger than I, of that stronger Talent doing to me what I do to weaker ones. Or just plain killing me. And then of course there is always the danger of discovery by non-Talented but still powerful forces, and me ending up on a dissection table somewhere.

Because of this a 'normal' life is not possible for me. I move from place to place. I never pay for anything myself; people very kindly buy things for me then forget they did so. As long as these things are small - a meal here, a set of clothes there - I stay under the radar (I think). I live well, but modestly. I see a lot of train and bus stations. Such as the one I'm in now.

There are perks of course - did I mention I can control people? I can't make them think or say whatever I want, but I can move their bodies, read and erase their memories and create simple illusions. So when I see a (young, female) body I want to move, I may risk doing exactly that. If I see two, and I'm in the right mood, well...

The train platforms are accessed by an underpass with stairs to each platform. Turning to the stairs to one such platform I am met with the sight of two teenage girl's asses right at my eye level as their owners climb the stairs ahead of me. A thoroughly enjoyable coincidence, especially as one has decided to beat the summer heat by wearing tight green shorts that reveal the bottom third of her tanned and shapely ass as she ascends. The other girl is also wearing shorts, but of a looser denim. Nonetheless I'm sure there is a cute little ass hiding in there (I'm something of an expert in this).

The girls reach the top of the stairs and stand waiting on the platform, talking to each other. I stand a discreet distance away, far enough that I can look in their direction without obviously staring (dark sunglasses help). Miss Green Shorts - a quick rifle through her mind reveals her to be Sophie, eighteen - is tanned and fit, but still with soft teenage curves. Her bright green shorts with white trim are below a blue and white striped top, tight enough to show a respectable chest. Long brunette hair frames a round face with full lips and an easy smile. Blue sneakers and a large brown handbag.

Her friend (let's see... Alice, also 18) stands about a head taller than Sophie. If she has curves they are hidden in loose denim shorts and white sweater (a slightly odd combination for this heat, but what do I know of teenage fashions).

Blonde hair with darker streaks reaches down to just below her shoulders. Blue eyed with a straight nose and somewhat pronounced cheekbones, probably some Scandinavian heritage in there. White sneakers and a black shoulder bag.

I do some more mental digging as the girls chat (Sophie animatedly telling a story of some kind to Alice who mostly just nods and laughs). The two friends have just started a day of shopping; having been through the nearby mall they are now heading to the center of town where they plan to stay until late.

By this time I've pretty much made up my mind to entertain myself with these two hot teenage girls. Taking control of Alice first (I can command only one person at a time, but my commands remain in place until I change them) I have her reach into her bag and put on a pair of sunglasses. I also order her not to talk, but Sophie does not notice as she is too busy talking. Besides, the moment Alice dons her sunglasses I take control of Sophie, who also falls silent and puts on sunglasses. I then get them both to walk over to a nearby bench, sit down, take out their cellphones and stare at them. There; to the casual observer these are two girls immersed in their smartphones, their no doubt confused and scared expressions effectively hidden by sunglasses and hair falling around bowed heads. They aren't going anywhere until I tell them to, so I leave the station to make some arrangements.

Do you have self service hotels in your area? Wonderful things - no receptionist, no bellboys, no regular staff at all. You book a room online or through an automated kiosk in the hotel foyer, it gives you a code to unlock a room, and that's it. Zero human interaction, very discreet. There is one such hotel attached to the mall next to the station. A couple of passers-by pay for some rooms for me (four rooms at the end of a corridor - I only need one but this way there will be no foot traffic past my door or neighbors beside or opposite) and go on their way after a selective memory wipe. I then return to the station through the mall, picking up an item or two on the way.

I find Sophie and Alice exactly as I left them. No one appears to have noticed their condition, but I wait five minutes and gently scan the minds of everyone around just to be sure - paranoid, remember? All seems in order, so I command the girls to get up and start walking. I follow some distance behind. They eventually get to the hotel and board an elevator. I board the same elevator, the first time I have been within a few feet of the girls since I took control of them.

I stand beside Sophie and wrap an arm around her waist. I get her arm to do the same with me as her head leans on my shoulder. We exit the elevator on the correct floor and go the end of the corridor, Sophie and I still holding each other while Alice walks behind. I don't know if there are cameras in the elevator or corridor, but this little charade is just in case.

We enter the hotel room at the end of the corridor. It is sparse but functional - double bed, couch (which folds out to become another double bed), TV, etc. A door leads to a small bathroom with a shower, toilet, etc. Perfectly adequate for my needs.

The girls stand beside the bed facing me, drop their bags and take off their sunglasses. As expected their pretty faces are twisted with fear. If I hadn't disabled their tear ducts they would be crying (manipulation that fine is at the limit of my abilities, but worth the effort I think). I decide to dial down their fear, at least for now. What rises to the surface is instead anger, which is evident when I finally allow them to speak.

"What... what the fuck?"

"Who are you? How the fuck are you doing this?"

"Let us go you fucking... fuck!"

(I know originality goes out the window in stressful situations but yeesh.)

I let them talk, standing in front of them and openly admiring their bodies. Eventually they run out of steam and I take the opportunity to speak.

"Take off your clothes. Sophie first."

Not the answer they were wanting, and not really necessary to say because my commands do not need vocal prompts. But I want them to know how little their concerns matter to me. They are here for my pleasure, nothing more. Sophie is the first to react.

"No. Fuck you, I'm leaving right nowumph!"

It's hard to talk when you are lifting your top over your head I suppose. Sophie's striped top falls on the floor, followed shortly by a black bra. Her breasts bob free, full and round with small nipples. Her friend's eyes go wide.

"Soph, what are you doing?"

"I don't - I can't - I don't know! I can't fucking stop!"

Sophie takes off her shoes and goes to remove her green shorts. I have her turn around first and bend over as she pushes her shorts down. Her ass is everything her shorts promised and then some - round and taught and completely tanned (nude beach? Tanning salon? No, a quick mental query shows she sunbathes naked at her friend's summer house for that all over tan. Lucky friend.). A black thong follows the pile on the floor as Sophie straightens up and faces me again.

It's Alice's turn now, but first I step forward and place my hands around Sophie's waist. One hand goes up, tracing the contours of her stomach before reaching her perky C-cup breasts. Cupping one in my hand I feel the soft warm flesh, firm but yielding. My other hand meanwhile has traveled down and around to caress Sophie's buttocks. I decline my head and bring my lips to hers, silencing her litany of sentences involving the word "fuck". A few telepathic commands and her body is kissing me with passion, tongue darting around in my mouth as she melts into my embrace. Her mind of course is a lot less friendly towards me, but her mind is not in control of her body.

Breaking the kiss (but silencing Sophie with a command), I allow her to start undressing me as I turn my attention to Alice. Her natural reticence had taken over and she watched in silence as her friend first stripped and then responded eagerly to my attentions. But now, as her hands more to the bottom of her sweater and she realizes she is next, she finds her voice again.

"No. No, you can't, don't make me. What the fuck do you want?"

"I should have thought that obvious. I want to spend some time getting to know you and your friend."

Alice's reply is too muffled to make out as her sweater goes over her head. A simple white bra is underneath, soon also gone, revealing apple-sized breasts on a thin frame. Perhaps I should go easy on her in case she snaps in two?

(That's a joke. Of course I won't go easy on her.)

The rest of Alice's clothes come off quickly, and in silence. Alice has distinct tanlines, her breasts and waist pale compared to the rest of her body. She has been more modest in her sunbathing than her friend. Alice's pussy is clearly visible in the gap between her legs. Pubic hair looks to be entirely clean shaven (as is Sophie's).

By this time Sophie has finished removing all my clothes, and I stand naked in the presence of two equally naked teen girls. Sophie stands to one side of me, pressing her breasts on my chest as Alice approaches and takes station on my other side. Kissing Alice brings the pleasant scent of her perfume to my nose, which I enjoy as her lips press inexpertly but eagerly to mine. One of her breasts fits neatly into the palm of my hand; Alice yelps into my mouth as I squeeze a little.

Both girls press against me and start kissing and licking my face, neck and chest, allowing me to reach down and compare their asses by touch. Sophie certainly has the curves, but there is more definition to Alice's ass. Let's see... years of netball, yes that would do it.

All this attention from a pair of young naked girls has made me almost painfully erect. Time to start the action proper. I put my hand on Sophie's shoulder and press down (again, not necessary but fun). She kneels in front of me. Sophie's eyes are wide but her mouth is shut. As she descends I rebalance her fear/anger and restore her speech.

"Oh fuck. No. Don't make me do this. Please. I don't want this."

Her protests of course are in vain. As her friend silently nibbles the corner of my ear, Sophie positions herself in front of my penis. Her tongue snakes out and gently licks the head by way of introduction. I look down and watch this sweet teen girl open her mouth and close her soft lips around my dick, before slowly leaning forward and letting me feel her mouth envelope my dick in its warm wet embrace. Heavenly.

I turn to kiss Alice again as my hands explore her body and Sophie starts sliding her mouth up and down my dick. I reach one hand between Alice's legs and stroke the outer folds of her pussy. Alice desperately wants to close her legs but instead I have her spread them a little, enough to slip an exploratory finger into her vagina. Hmm, pretty dry down there. A well-practised mental tweak starts her pussy warming up and soon I feel her juices start to flow. I do the same tweak for Sophie. After a few minutes I am able to move my finger deep into Alice's pussy.

As I explore her pussy with one hand and her breasts with the other, I also explore Alice's memories. She's as innocent as she looks; no sexual experience beyond a hurried handjob given to a boyfriend in the toilets of a club one drunken night. Turning to Sophie's mind I see much the same - boyfriends mesmerised by her well-shaped body but unable to experience it fully yet.

(My mental commands mean that even a novice can give a decent performance - witness Sophie, currently running her tongue along my penis from base to tip - but experience or lack thereof still affects the style of the individual.)

Oh, wait, what's this? Popping back into Alice's memories confirms my find - it seems the two friends have experimented not with boys but with each other, or at least in each other's presence. No actual bodily contact, but more than one session with a couple of vibrators bought together and used while talking about boys. How interesting.

By this time I've inserted three fingers into Alice's pussy and am slowly sawing them in and out. I allow Alice to talk but as she is still kissing me all that produces are moans and yelps as my hands probe both out and inside her body. Sophie's blowjob is starting to make my dick tingle in all the right ways, but I'm not ready to pop until I've felt Alice's mouth around me too, so I move Sophie off and have her lay on her back on the floor with her head a foot or two away from the end of the bed. Sophie's relief is mixed with puzzlement at her odd position, but the mystery is solved when Alice kneels over her head and lowers her pussy into contact with Sophie's lips. Sophie's oral pleasuring isn't over yet, and with a mental command from me she starts licking her friend's wet pussy.

Meanwhile I have sat myself at the end of the bed facing Alice, legs spread. By bending at the waist and placing her elbows on the bed Alice is able to put her face level with my dick. She starts licking the head, working down the shaft to the balls. The taste of my dick, well coated in Sophie's saliva, seems to wake Alice up a little and she starts talking again.

"Oh god. How are you doing this? Soph, are you okay?"

(No answer from Sophie; even if she could reply her mouth is buried in Alice's pussy so no reply would be intelligible.)

"Ohhhh god.. okay, alright, you want a, a blowjob? If I do this will you let us go?"

"Well.. yes, you will blow me and I'll let you go."

"Okay okay"

"- of course in between you blowing me and me letting you go there's gonna be lots of fucking. But sure, you can start by blowing me Alice."

She doesn't get a chance to reply, as taking the back of her head in one hand I push down and thrust my hips up, shoving my dick into her trembling mouth as far as it will go. Alice's cheeks bulge and she would probably pull her head back if given the chance. Instead, I command her to start bobbing her head on my dick, her eyes turned up to look at me as she gives her first blowjob. She doesn't manage to get all of my dick inside her mouth, at most three quarters, but we can work on that later. At this point all I want is to feel Alice's lips tight against my shaft, tugging and pushing at my flesh, while her tongue flicks the head at every opportunity.

Sophie's pussylicking is having an effect on Alice, not much given the situation but enough for me to work with. I dial Sophie's lust as high as it can go and she starts moaning, producing wonderful vibrations on my dick. This is more than enough to open the floodgates and very soon Alice's mouth is filling with my cum. I let her swallow as I spurt inside her mouth, coating her tongue and the back of her throat. After the last drops fall from my penis Alice releases it from her mouth and starts cleaning me with her tongue.

The first ejaculation of a session always relaxes me immensely. Still, I remain hard as Alice continues to lick and kiss my dick. Looking over her shoulder I watch her hips rotate as she grinds her pussy in her friend's face. Poor Sophie's pussy hasn't had any attention yet. Let's fix that.

Alice lifts herself off Sophie and climbs onto the bed, sitting up against the wall with legs crossed. Sophie also climbs up to the bed and lies down, her head resting in Alice's lap. Sophie's breasts are large enough to go to each side of her body when she lies down, but taught enough to merely separate, not sag or flop. Ten years from now maybe it will be a different story, but at 18 her chest is capable of things older women can only achieve with implants.

I reluctantly draw my focus away from Sophie's tits and place myself between her legs, moving up her body until my penis is resting on her pubic mound. Looking up I see two faces of silent horror staring at me. Both girl's chests are also in my view, rising and falling rapidly. I position my penis at the entrance to Sophie's pussy and push in just enough to require no further guidance from my hand. I then free Sophie from her silence and watch her expression change as I slowly but steadily push into her.