She arrived at 4:00 pm, knocking softly at my door; I told her to 
come in and watched, entranced, as this tiny, shy, thirteen year old girl 
stepped into my apartment, wearing a flowered summer dress which showed 
off her smooth, olive shoulders and her trim, firm legs.
	"He...he...hello," she stuttered out as I looked her over 
carefully, my heart filled with lust:  she was tiny, only about 4'8" and, 
at a guess, maybe sixty five or seventy five pounds, with a short, boyish 
haircut, full, pouting lips, a round, flattish face, and beautiful, 
narrow eyes.  Her small breasts, just beginning to form, heaved under her 
dress as I asked her to come closer.
	<Clickity clack> I went, increasing her excitement as she moved 
closer to me; <clickity clack> again as I put an idea into her head.  Now 
she was staring at the bulge in my pants, her look one of innocent lust 
as she went to her knees before me, her small, delicate hands caressing 
my penis through my pants.
	Excuse me if I rhapsodize poetic about this moment, but such 
flowery language is the only way I can correctly recount my feelings at 
this particular moment, in which I first used the powers of my mind to 
seduce this barely pubescent girl.  It was, I know, in reality a rather 
pathetic act of a pathetic human being, but at the time my sexual desire 
had consumed me, and my ability to play god with the minds of others 
swept me away with a feeling of overwhelming power--a heady turn on indeed.
	A moment later I had stepped out of my pants and underwear and my 
little asian girl had her lips stretched around the head of my penis; I 
was in heaven as she worked it around in the warm cavity of her mouth, 
each <clickity clack> from my mind improving her technique and bringing 
her a growing sexual excitement.  <Clickity clack> and my penis was down 
her small throat, making it bulge with my swollen member, and I was in 
ecstacy, the building pressure in my loins signaling an incipent 
explosion of come into my girl's mouth.  I pulled my penis from her 
throat at the last moment so she could taste my seed before it ran down 
her gullet into her belly, and <clickity clack> I drove a desire and 
longing for that taste deep into her subconscious mind, a wish to have 
warm come bathing her tongue and her mouth and sliding thickly down her 
throat.
	She kept sucking as I grew limp, the sensations almost 
unbearable, and did not stop until I was once again painfully erect.  
With her eyes opened wide and with a look of shy expectancy on her face, 
she looked up at me from her knees and said, "Pl...please put it in me."
	How could I refuse?  I lifted her up and carried her into the 
bedroom, placed her on the bed, and quickly undressed both her and 
myself, gazing in longing at her almost bare pubic mound, a mound I knew 
had never before been penetrated by a man.  I adjusted her light body so 
her buttocks were right on the edge of the bed, and then I slowly, 
gently, pushed her legs back until her knees were on either side of her 
head, my penis just an inch away from her fully exposed vagina, which was 
glistening a soft pink in the light.
	<Clickity clack> and I sent pleasure thrilling through her body 
as the tip of my penis pressed into her virgin folds; <clickity clack> as 
the pleasure built in my own loins as the head of my penis slipped into 
her tight sheath; <clickity clack> as I fed pleasure directly into her 
brain as I jerked forward, ripping through her hymen and burying my full 
six inches into her tight, grasping, virgin vagina.  She cried out then, 
as my penis tore away the sign of her innocence, both in pain and 
pleasure, and I <clickity clack> fed her sensations as I ground my pelvis 
against her, swirling my penis around inside her.
	Her young, never before used vagina was almost painful in its 
tightness, but I was undetered as I began to stroke in and out within her 
box; she was crying out in constant pleasure, little gasps and moans and 
cries escaping her young lips as I rodded her out.  A feeling of 
complete domination, of complete control, overwhelmed me, and I once more 
went <clickity clack>, this time making the muscles lining her sheath 
begin to milk my penis with a passion.  I groaned in my own ecstacy as I 
approached completion, riding the waves of euphoria engulfing me.  
<Clickity clack> one last time as I spat my seed deep into her belly, and 
my little asian girl began to buck and scream beneath me, held down by my 
hands and my penis as she howled her way through orgasm after orgasm.
	I think I probably overdid it with her pleasure, for some minutes 
after my member stopped unloading its contents into her she was lost in 
the frenzy of multiple and building orgasms, until finally she collapsed 
limply beneath me, exhausted.  As I rolled off of her limp, raggedly 
breathing form, I began to think:  she might get pregnant, and I 
certainly didn't want that, so <clickity clack> and I knew that I did 
have control over body and mind--she would not concieve from today.  I 
stared down at my now limp member and wondered if I had control over my 
own body:  <clickity clack> and my penis slowly began to swell with blood 
again.  I gasped in pain as my member achieved a rock like hardness in a 
matter of moments, and I gazed over at my little doll and thought to 
myself, I haven't had everything she has to give yet; I don't own her; I 
haven't possessed everything.  You see, suddenly I wanted to know that my 
come had filled every one of her tender young orifaces--that, in some 
way, mind twisted mind told me, she would always be mine.
	<Clickity clack> and she began to recover, began to grow sexually 
excited yet again, but this time with a twist--I made her ass and bowels 
burn to be invaded, burn to be taken to match the feeling she had just 
experienced in her vagina.  She moaned as I rolled her over onto her 
stomach and pulled her to her hands and knees onto the bed; I wasn't 
wasting any time now, my particular machinations on my own body having 
driven me to the peak of excitement.  A glob of vasaline and a <clickity 
clack> to loosen up her asshole later, and I was into her slender, 
grunting, thirteen year old body, thrusting my dick maniacally into the 
deepest recesses of her bowels, similtaneously reaching around her small 
frame to pinch and maul her small nipples and breasts.
	My orgasm was the best I had ever had, and hers, from the way she 
screamed and bucked, couldn't have been much worse.  I was finished with 
her though; besides, she was covered in sweat and leaking my semen from 
her nether orifaces--she wouldn't have been too much fun after that 
anyway.  So <clickity clack clickity clack> and she got dressed and went 
home, sure in the knowledge that she had just spent the afternoon in the 
library fantasizing about what had just happened in reality, any physical 
evidence still in her body would be cleaned up by her unthinkingly once 
she got home.
	Myself, I lay on my back on the bed, my penis now flacid against 
my thigh, and thought about the extent of my powers:  I could have any 
woman I wanted with merely a thought, and I could have her as many times 
as I wanted, since I had discovered that I never need to become flacid 
again with the powers over my body I had now.  It was, for one of my 
previous inexperience and unpopularity, a heady thought, a thought I most 
definately indulged in for the rest of the night before drifting off to 
sleep, tired by my exertions of the day and determined to repeat them 
come the next day.
	The next day I returned to the junior high and this time 
"pushed", as I now like to call it, two more girls to join me in my 
apartment after school, both girls, like the one the previous day, almost 
prebuscent and very boyish in their figures and bearings, one a small 
blond and the other a small African American.  I kept these two 
overnight, fucking them continuously, not stopping even when they both 
passed out from exhaustion from their racking, multiple, orgasms.  I 
don't remember myself how many times I orgasmed, but it was at least two 
times each hour, and I was with them about fourteen hours, the <clickity 
clack> of my mind burning up the fuel reserves of my body to turn my into 
a sexual demon, indefagible in my lust.  When I finally let them go, I 
<clickity clack> made them inseperable lovers who would always share any man 
they chose, thinking that it was only fitting that two who had given me 
so much pleasure should not be seperated.
	The next few days, my lust sated and my mind assured that I was 
now superior to those who thought themselves my superior, I had no need 
to use my powers to revenge myself on any of the many slights they gave 
me; I was, in other words, smug in my knowledge of supremacy.  During 
this time I arranged with my financial guru to purchase a large mansion 
on a hill overlooking the college I was attending, and the purchase 
quickly went through.  I quickly moved in, dropped out of college, since 
what need did I have of college when I was nearly a god, and began laying 
plans for my future, which was filled with beautiful women and beautiful 
things.
	It had been over a week since my last sexual escapade, and I was 
beginning to feel the lack, so I, braver now and more sure of the 
effaciacy of my powers, spent the afternoon at the high school stadium, 
deciding that I was going to have one of the cheerleaders for my sexual 
toy that evening.  The way I reacted to my prize, once I had her, I am 
afraid to say, puts me and the viability of my existing mindset in a very 
poor light, although it would probably be better if I simply described 
exactly what happened to both myself and the young girl I so callously 
bent to my will.
	The girl I chose and <clickity clack> sent to the front door of 
my new mansion up on the hill brought back memories of my own high school 
days:  she had long blond hair falling to her lower back and beautiful 
elfin features, with a full, firm figure which, I was to learn later, 
although fully womanly in shape, lacked a certain maturity that the 
bodies of older women display.  The memories she brought back, 
unfortunately, were all negative; the moment my eyes had landed on her 
doing her high kicks and hip thrusts in her scanty cheerleading costume, 
she summed up for me all the girls, all those awful girls, who, throughout 
the first bloom of my sexuality, tormented me with their riducule and 
disdain--which is why, I know now, that I chose her.
	Before I continue, I must explain a little something about how my 
mental powers worked, but first I must describe the picture of mind I 
came to form from frequent use of my abilities:  imagine a flashlight 
shining on a small portion of an infinitely large rug--this is the entire 
mind, subconscous, id, superego, everything.  On this circle of light, 
imagine a laser beam near the center, moving around, placing into shadow 
some of the nearer, dimmer life--that is the conscous, a focused 
intelligence able to illuminate a tiny thread of the tapestry far better 
than the general dimness of the unfocused mind.  This little bit of 
conscousness is, in many ways, distinct from the majority of its surrounding 
unconscous, yet not completely divorced from it either.  Up to this 
point, I had used my powers (except for that very first time) to directly 
affect the conscous mind, or the subconscous very near the conscous mind, 
which then fed back into the subconscous my desires and warped the 
individual accordingly, having the effect of appearing to leave free will 
to the person so affected.  In other words, what I wanted them to do and 
think they thought they had decided for themselves to do and think, a 
very satisfactory situation, up to that moment.
	When the young lady, still wearing her cheerleading outfit at my 
"suggestion," arrived, I had already decided, having let the past abuses 
of girls like her affect my judgement, to leave her her conscousness 
while I took her body:  I wanted, I am ashamed to say, to see the fear, 
hatred, and loathing in her eyes as I made her body jerk in ecstacy as I 
used her.
	I embarked immediately upon my plan, and <clickity clack> 
commanded her to do a routine for my private enjoyment, smiling as I saw 
the confusion on her face as her body began to perform the precise, 
erotic movements of her cheer.  In the middle of her routine I began 
undressing in front of her, earning a horrified widening of her eyes, but 
a <clickity clack> definite tingling in her loins.  She finished her 
routine and I finished undressing at the same moment, and I allowed her 
the use of her voice, wanting to hear her pleadings before I had her.
	"Whe...where am I?  What's going on here?  Who are you?" she 
asked, looking around frightened and confused.
	I approached her, and although she wanted to run, I wouldn't let 
her, forcing her to stand there with her arms down by her side and her 
legs together, and said, "You, my dear girl, are here at my whim.  You 
see, I desire the use of your body for the nonce, and have decided to 
take it.  Do not worry, your body will be pleasured, and you will not be 
harmed."  With that I began to slowly remove her clothes from her body, 
knowing that feeling me doing so, but being unable to do anything about 
it, would torment her all the more.
	Slowly I revealed all her charms to my eyes:  her smallish if 
firm breasts with dark red nipples, her flat, strong stomach, her 
rounded, muscular buttocks and legs, and her sparse blond pubic hair. At 
that point I sat down on my couch and had her play with herself until 
she orgasmed, then I, seeing the loathing and fear in her eyes, made her 
beg to be penetrated, which I obliged.
	That was just the beginning:  before the night was over, I had 
not only taken her in every oriface multiple times, as well as squirted 
my semen all over her body, I had also urinated over her face and body 
and into her mouth, defacated on her and had her smear herself with it 
before licking my asshole clean; I had her beg for everything I did to 
her, even the spanking and whipping and piercing of her nipples and 
labia.  By the time I was done with her her conscous mind was in a state 
of horrified shock, and only my control over her body still allowed her 
to function; I think the worse thing I did to her was make her physically 
enjoy everything I did, which stunned her even more.  Still, my projected 
anger was not completely assauged, so when I sent her off with the 
command that she would always remember her time with me but never be able 
to communicate the least bit of it in any way, I implanted a subconscous 
inability for her to ever reject any sexual suggestion; in other words, 
from this moment on, she would always say yes to any sexual overture made 
toward her, and--I wasn't a complete sadist, or maybe I was--her pleasure 
would be in porportion to how disgusting and horrifying her conscous mind 
found the act.
	For the few weeks immediately following the abasement of this 
girl, I went back to the highschool on almost a daily basis and plucked 
one popular, beautiful teenaged girl to abuse in my mansion on the hill, 
and, after tormenting each one to my satisfaction, I would give them 
permanent commands which would follow them and torment them for the rest 
of their life.  I now remember only a few of the punishments I created 
for these innocent girls, victims of an unbalanced mind projecting 
humiliation from the past to the present, but even these make me cringe.
	A brunette with large breasts I made a pain slut, who only in 
breast torture could find pleasure, and yet who could tell no one what 
she truly wanted, could only travel from man to man hoping that she could 
find one who would pleasure her.  A small, slender redhead I made prefer 
beasts to men, and who would find her ultimate pleasure when she could 
find someone who would treat her like an animal and keep her penned.  An 
asian girl I made a nymphomaniac, whose pleasure increased with the 
number of partners, men, women, or animals, she had similtaneously.  A 
few girls I simply made so that they had a driving urge to copulate with 
everyone to whom they spoke.  A few more I made love the taste and feel 
of semen, so much so that they would do anything for it.  Another I made 
an desirer of scat and golden showers, and whose main pleasure was 
rolling in the excretions of others while people watched.  I made 
them all love the particular perversion I enforced upon them, as well as 
sterilizing them all, not wanting to torture innocents unnecessarily.
	Over time, though, I grew bored with these games I was playing 
with these girls; my pent up anger and frustration had been slowly 
exhausted until I held no more hatred for the beautiful girls of my high 
school years.  My revenge had run its course, and I was ready to move on, 
and move on I did, as I began to throw wild parties at my mansion for the 
sororities and fraternities on campus.
	Every week there would be another party, and if two or three of 
the more attractive coeds did not make it back to their sororities or 
their dorms right away, who would know?  Most would return home to their 
studies within a week, glad to have been blessed with my favor and 
disappointed that they did not share the fate of my favorites, who 
invariably dropped out of college and took up residence with me.  Within 
two months I had three perfect slaves, attendent upon my every whim, 
willing to do anything to please me.  By the end of the year, I had 
twenty such female slaves, every couple of weeks adding one or two more 
and discarding, with a million dollars to make up for a lost education, 
those with which I had grown bored.
	I lived in this manner, indulging my every whim, for over ten 
years, never growing older than twenty six and never at a lack for 
anything I desired.  I even managed to get my hands on various celebrity 
women, as well as several supermodels, to add to my amusement; I kept 
some of these.  One night, though, I went to sleep, thinking about moving 
on to greater things, when I woke up the next morning in a private room 
in a hospital.
	Now I come to the rather depressing part of my story, the part 
where I find out that, instead of living the life of Riley using the 
money and powers that a genie granted me, I had instead been, for the 
past nine years, lost in a fantasy of my own creation.  It seems that I 
had, that time so long ago on the beach, really attempted to commit 
suicide, saved only from my own folly by those two individuals walking 
the beach, whom in my fantasy I first use my power upon, who, seeing my 
plight, rescued me.  Near death, I was taken to the hospital, where I was 
taken under the wing of a certain branch of the government which was 
experimenting with various suicide recovery techniques.  Although I do 
not understand exactly how the technique worked, the technique to which I 
was subjected involved keeping me sedated and prodding my mind to create 
an elaborite fantasy within which I could solve all my psychological 
problems.
	This story, which my keepers and saviors have asked me to write 
as a final test of my renewed sanity, is both a confession and an 
advocacy for a technique which will allow human beings who are a danger 
to themselves or their society to live out the worst part of their 
beings, burning themselves clean of their hatred and pain.
	Now, as the memories of the past ten years, a ten years which 
seemed as real to me as the chair in which I am sitting and the paper 
upon which I am writing seem to me now, fade into the past like a dream 
half captured upon waking, I am ready to begin anew, ready to begin 
living, truly living.

THE END