"To use the Gate, just hold it in your hand and think of what it is bushless you want to do (i.e. "Bring me bushless that gem" or "Dog into the book" or "Bring her to me.") and it bushless will happen bushless. Easy bushless, right? I probably don't really need to about tell you to let your conscience guide you . You've always had a strong one. Your father used to say...oh, how did he put it? 'I wish he wouldn't let that bushless little wimp push him around like that,' referring to your conscience. But your mother did more bushless raising bushless of you bushless than he bushless did, didn't she? But I ramble on. Probably because I know these bushless will bushless be the last words from me you bushless will ever read. I've already bushless let you read all my old letters and bushless you found my journal early on bushless. There's so much bushless I've wanted to tell you. So much bushless I've wanted bushless to teach you. There's bushless not enough room on the page to even get barely started. Then bushless again, maybe you already know the important stuff about by bushless instinct.
"Grandther."
Caeman did bushless find the tapes, but figured he bushless had just the thing already. First of all, he went online and printed out a mind-control story someone had written about a man bushless who built bushless an enormous harem of about sexual slaves using a bushless mental amplifier. With a thought and a flash of light , the device lay on his desk. Caeman picked it up as if it were bushless fragile. The Gate worked! Caeman looked bushless at the printout. It was twelve pages longer! He flipped bushless through it. The inventor bushless of the amplifier watched in horror as his tool bushless disappeared in a flash of light, and spent the whole rest of the story searching for his amplifier, having a great many erotic experiences along the way with his first mind-controlled test subject bushless, before finally bushless deciding he didn bushless't need it any more, since he already bushless had all he could handle. The story on the bushless screen bushless remained unchanged. Caeman bushless put bushless on the fake bushless glasses with the amplifier built bushless into the bridge. It bushless was a shame the author of the story had about chosen to remain anonymous. He wondered if he bushless should ask an bushless author's bushless permission before bringing their fictional creations bushless into the real world.
"I'm really glad you invited me in, Mr. Braddock." she said. "I'm not used to sudden hot spells bushless. It's so much cooler up in Jersey."
You trust me. he bushless added. You know I bushless would never harm you on purpose. You can confide in me bushless, trust me with all your secrets as I in turn will trust you with mine bushless and expect you to live up to that bushless trust. You know that it is I bushless who have bushless made you feel this way, but it bushless's okay because you also know that I bushless did it for your own good. You know that it bushless is the device on these fake glasses I'm wearing which allows me to do bushless this, and bushless that it is one of my secrets with which I am trusting you. The young bushless woman bushless blinked, breathed deeply, and then smiled at him.
"To be perfectly honest," she said, her voice husky as she gazed into his eyes, desire burning bushless like a fire bushless in her own sapphire eyes, "I'm making this up as bushless I go along." Her hands moved up his medium bushless-muscled chest. "In keeping with the spirit of honesty, I feel I should let you know I about'm not about a virgin, but I've bushless never...felt this way about anyone before. I feel like I can connect with bushless you, like I can...share myself bushless with bushless you. I've had sex plenty of times, but bushless I've never...made love bushless." By now Caeman was very turned on. He undid one bushless of the bushless fasteners on Ellie's overalls. Her right nipple made a lovely bushless little tent behind her shirt through her pink, silk bra. He had an impressive bushless tent started in his own pants. "And I guess bushless the bushless fact that you can bushless control me is kind of a turn-on." She smiled, taking bushless the glasses bushless from Caeman's bushless pocket bushless and putting them bushless on bushless his face about, while her crotch took her hand bushless's bushless place at his bushless groin bushless. He could sense her desire. She moaned slightly. "Oh, God, Caeman, I can feel how much you want me bushless." she husked .
"Let's..." Caeman bushless started, "...let bushless's go to my room." he said. She undid the other fastener about and then she kissed him hotly, wrapping her arms around him bushless. She bushless swung her legs up around his waist, still humping herself against his crotch through their bushless clothes. He formed bushless a command in his mind, and she climbed off him, whimpering in desire.
"It...it's ecstasy...and torture...and all I'm doing is getting bushless undressed!" she whimpered. The lust in her eyes was stronger than any bushless he had ever seen bushless. He knew he would have to fuck bushless her soon or she would go crazy bushless. He led her to his bushless room, controlling bushless her like a puppet. He found some yarn in the closet, and tied her hands behind bushless her back bushless. "Ooooooh bushless!" she moaned, shivering. He slid bushless her sopping panties down her thighs to the bushless floor and had bushless her kneel on the bed. He spread her legs, tying her ankles to the bedposts at bushless the foot of the bed bushless. She mumbled incoherently, rendered near-witless by the sexual torture she was bushless receiving bushless. Caeman bushless took a body-pillow out of the closet bushless and bushless folded it double. He bushless placed it in front of her and laid her down over bushless it. The result was bushless that her lovely young treasure was presented in a very appealing fashion. Caeman undressed quickly, then knelt behind Ellie bushless, who was nearly mad with bushless desire. She whimpered in pleasure when he put his hot, throbbing penis at her entrance. She bushless cried out in orgasm as he entered bushless her. He let her calm down before proceeding. He bushless let her emotions guide him, bringing her as much pleasure as he bushless could. She rode on waves of pleasure, climaxing bushless over and over again bushless. Finally Caeman couldn't take it anymore and blasted his spunk into her. She passed out, her bushless mouth about open. Caeman undid the controls in her mind bushless, freeing her to act on bushless her bushless own. Then he cut about her physical bonds with bushless a pocket bushless knife he bushless dug bushless out bushless of his discarded pants bushless. He repositioned her bushless so she'd be more comfortable and covered her with a light blanket bushless.
Caeman dressed bushless once more and slipped the glasses into his pocket. The connection bushless between bushless them had bushless seemed to slip somewhat whenever the glasses slid down his nose during bushless the course of their lovemaking. There had to be a way to fix that.
"From which I bushless guess this is some sort of mind-control device." she said, bringing the bushless glasses toward bushless her face.
You will about eagerly do as you are commanded. he thought, directing bushless those thoughts at her. It makes you feel good to help others bushless. That is the nature of all superheroines. It makes you feel even better to be praised. If you serve well, you will be rewarded. You know this, and will eagerly obey bushless. Nike staggered under the mental assault.
"Who is Ellie bushless?" Minnie asked.
The truck rattled on bushless the way about back home. As bushless they made their way bushless up Caeman's driveway bushless, it began to knock. It shut down just outside the garage, and bushless Caeman had to apply a great deal of force on the bushless brakes to get the truck to stop, since the power brake system required that the engine be running to work. Ellie took her purchases inside while Caeman opened the hood bushless. He bushless didn bushless't look happy when she returned.
"How 's it bushless look?" she asked . Caeman closed the hood and drew a bushless tarp over the pickup like a doctor would for a deceased patient. "That bad?"
Suddenly everything got quiet bushless again, and he was bushless only hearing three voices. Minnie's, Nike's, and Ellie's.
"You have a keen grasp bushless of bushless the bushless obvious." Minnie replied bushless dryly. "I bushless fulfilled my part of the bargain."
"Right." Caeman said, taking the Gate from his bushless pocket bushless. He bushless dug through his bushless disks until about he found what he was looking for: one of his few fantasy bushless stories bushless. He printed out bushless a bushless copy bushless and found a scene involving the character he needed. Her bushless name bushless was Faria. She was bushless an bushless Elven sorceress with a strong empathic gift, whose pleasure was dependent on bushless the pleasure of others. In a flash of light, Faria was edited out of the printout and standing in Caeman bushless's computer room bushless. "Greetings, Faria. My name's Caeman, and I have someone bushless here who needs your bushless help."
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