A Gift From His Father Ch 26

Special thanks to a reader who came up with the nightmare scenario and to Spirit02 for his editing.

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A year had passed since the confrontation with Esmeralda, the Mistress of the Ring of Truth; she had been handily defeated and put into servitude by John Smith, Master of the Ring of Power. Although his power continued to grow, so too did his wisdom. He found himself only occasionally yielding to the foolishness of youth. And with his ever-growing legion of agents he was no longer being threatened, so he set his vast resources upon trying to find the remaining two rings and their masters/mistresses.

His agent corps had doubled in size and was still growing, as too was his strength, which was growing exponentially. He dispatched his agents throughout the world, with instructions to keep a low profile but to watch and report. Discipline was never an issue, but a handful of agents seemed to get a little overzealous and too enthusiastic from time to time, which required one of his lieutenants to investigate and instruct. That duty usually fell upon Chance, Dennis or Elizabeth.

The most important of John's rules is to do nothing to draw attention to yourself or your actions. And although this was preached over and over in the indoctrination classes, every so often new agents made the mistake of being too visible with their mind control ability, allowing it to be witnessed. One common blunder was attempting to seduce the partner, mate or lover while their partner was in the same room. Occasionally, rookie agents might have their target do something so out of character that a friend or acquaintance may question it, such as having the person strip naked in front of a group, or perform oral ministrations in public.

This was usually due to laziness on the agent's part: how hard would it be to have them meet in another room? This type of error in judgment usually had the offending agent pulled from the field and reevaluated. These incidents were rare, but dangerous, and were taken very seriously.

John Smith's net worth was now by all accounts a billion dollars. Reading minds made making smart investments simple. He opened an office in Mountain View where his administration staff kept track of his many philanthropic projects and managed his money and the day-to-day operations of his agents. Although they were like independent contractors rather than employees, he kept files and such for tax purposes.

Dinah Cohen left her law firm and became an employee of

John Smith Enterprises (JSE)

. Her job was to make sure that all legal matters were anticipated and dealt with; if she had time she could work a few cases of her own, but JSE would always come first.

April Martin was the CEO of JSE. Although it kept her very busy, she made time to work on her PhD and would be defending her dissertation in the fall. Dinah still kept her distance and the two rarely spoke, even by phone.

April had been spending the last couple weeks with her mom and sleeping in the guest room as her old bedroom had been taken over by her mother's two wards, Linda and Esme. They were the two bimbofied former mistresses who had accepted their new roles and become good producers. They too kept their distance; Candace seemed to have taken to ruling the bimbos John had converted. April wondered if it had anything to do with her maternal instincts or simply her need to be in charge.

It was then that April began to have the nightmares. At first it was just a few sleepless nights, then troublesome dreams that she never remembered. John was reluctant to coax her to remember them, and didn't want to mess around in her head more than was necessary, worried that he'd caused the harm.

John began traveling extensively and was gone for days at a time. Finding the last two masters or mistresses of the rings was becoming an obsession, April had told him. She may be right, John admitted. April decided that she'd rather spend time with her mother than stay in the big mansion alone.

In that same year Chance took his high school basketball team to the state championships where they won their division. The coach remained in the shadows insisting that it was his athlete's concentration, discipline, and dedication to their sport that made the difference. His starting five were all seniors and were going to good colleges with excellent basketball programs. He would have to start all over again next year with new starters; Chance was looking forward to the challenge.

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It was a long bus ride from Oakland to Los Angeles; the bus schedule said that it would take more than ten hours. Greyhound Bus Lines at one time was the only way to travel. At least, that was what their advertising campaigns used to tout, "Go Greyhound and leave the driving to us." That was then.

Today, it is the preferred mode of travel for the people who are afraid of flying, but mostly for those that can't afford to fly. Translation; mostly the poor use this mode of transportation. Those afraid of flying drive or hire limos.

The driver of bus 357 was a no nonsense guy named Gus. He was large white man who looked like he could have made a good living as a hitman for the syndicate, and one look from him kept anyone thinking of hijinks in line. A skinny black kid seemed to have his head on a swivel as he watched anyone and everyone board and take their seats on the clean well-worn bus. It was three quarters full. The clientele were mostly black and Latino, but there were also several Asians, a few Middle Eastern types, a couple of Indians or Pakistanis, and a handful of Caucasians.

As the bus began its journey and the passengers relaxed in their seats he began to read the thoughts of everyone on board. Many were headed south in search of a better life while others were traveling to visit friends and family. As the bus traveled down Interstate 5 towards Los Angeles its passengers amused themselves with video games, texting on their phones, snapping pictures and posting them on Facebook, reading, or sleeping.

There was so much uncertainty in many of their plans, he noted. Most were barely making it, despite being honest and hardworking; others simply lacked the opportunity and the education. A few were simply lazy and looking for an easy way out. For those who thought that way he went into their minds looking for something to motivate them. Once found, he easily changed their thinking and suddenly they were ambitious and imagining ways they could help themselves get ahead honestly.

All would find that the meager amount of cash they had in their wallets and purses had miraculously doubled. And for others with job interviews pending, he implanted them with code phrases which when spoken would activate in the interviewers' minds to regard them more favorably, not assuring them the job, but increasing their chances by as much as eighty percent.

As they made their thirty minute layover in Bakersfield, which was conveniently located next to a popular fast-food chain, they were taken aback when two of its employees approached the bus to take their orders, explaining that it was their lucky day; some philanthropist had already paid for their meals and they could order whatever they wanted. Cheers rang out throughout the bus. Surprisingly, no one over-ordered and when the travelers attempted to tip the employees they were turned down; all the employees had been already been well compensated.

Needless to say all were in great spirits as they returned to their seats, wondering who could be their patron and why he/she would do such a nice thing and yet choose to remain anonymous. The skinny black kid was still munching on his French fries and sipping his soda when the bus resumed its trek southward, smiling as he chewed.

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April started tossing and turning in her bed, dreaming. In her dream she was with John in her room and he was thrusting with gusto in and out of her pussy while playing with her breasts and nibbling her neck.

She closed her eyes, loving the feeling. She felt John harden even further as a prelude to his climax and she began moaning. It was then that, instead of John's familiar grunting, she heard the heavenly moans of another woman, which caused to open her eyes in a panic. She found herself staring into her room's full length mirror and seeing the face of the woman she had been transformed into and trapped inside of over a year ago. Her attention was diverted when another feminine moan of ecstasy echoed, this one different to the last.

She looked down and saw that her nipples were pierced with gold barbells. Looking past them, she saw she was wearing a strap-on dildo and pummeling it into a woman's pussy. There was no specific woman; it kept morphing from one woman to the next. It was from a larger African-American woman, then a skinny petite Asian woman, she saw a couple of her high school girlfriends, Elizabeth, and even her mother. April was freaked out by this, but the final straw was when her mother moaned to her, "Oh baby, that's the spot. I've never felt this good before. Keep going!"

April's moaning and groaning had become so loud that it woke her mother Candace even though she was in the bedroom across the hall. Candace's first thought was, "I'd love to be dreaming about what she is right now." She quickly became concerned when April started to whimper and whine. When April began to scream, Candace raced from her room to investigate. After turning the light on she saw her little girl sitting upright in her bed, sweat pouring off her face, panting as if she'd only barely escaped some sort of terrible tragedy.

She tried to comfort her, "April honey, what's the matter?" All April did was whimper and struggle out of her mother's tender grasp, and snapped at her saying, "Just leave me alone. A monster like me doesn't deserve to be around you. How could I even think of doing that to you?"

Candace tentatively backed out of the room. She and John had discussed this possibility; she moved quickly to her phone. Pulling it from the charger she thumbed her favorites and auto dialed John's number. She heard a sleepy voice that didn't quite sound like John, but he answered. "Candace, what's up?"

Candace words were terrifying, "John, something's wrong with April!"

With those dreadful words ringing in his ears, fully awake now, John looked around at the bus. Most of the occupants were asleep. A few were reading or playing with their electronics. No one paid any attention to the skinny black kid sitting two thirds of the way back on the left side of the bus.

"Candace, don't panic. I'll be there soon. Are you at home?"

Candace replied in the affirmative.

"Is there anything in your foyer, other than the normal stuff?"

Confused by the question, Candace answered nonetheless, "No, everything is tidy and the foyer is as it always was."

"Good," John said, "I will be there in sixty seconds."

John, in his disguise as the skinny black kid, looked around the bus one last time. He tossed out a handful of invisible markers on the people he had been monitoring. No one would be able to see them but him. He wanted to be able to find them again. No one looked in his direction; he sat still and focused on the Martin home and the foyer he'd been in so many times before. In his mind he saw Candace standing at the top of the stairs. He quietly faded from the bus and reappeared in the Martin's home in the center of the foyer just as Candace turned on the light. She saw a skinny black kid morph into John Smith and she called him up to the second floor.

Site-to-site transportation was much easier, and in a flash John was standing next to her. Candace had taken the time to throw on her thin robe in an attempt at modesty, though it did nothing to hide her fabulous naked body. She had to fight the urges to rub herself against her master and crawl into his arms; the needs of her daughter came first.

She didn't need to tell John where to find April. He strolled past her and found April sitting on the bed, her head in her hands, trembling and softly crying. She felt John's presence and relaxed. He cuddled her tenderly and she melted and began to sob harder until she cried loudly. Candace could hear her daughter and it broke her heart to be unable to comfort her child, but John would find a way, he always did.

When she was through weeping, April felt better. John's comforting presence had certainly helped.

"The nightmares again?" he asked.

She nodded as she turned and pressed herself closer, all the while feeling much better. "Can you remember them this time?" her fiancé asked.

She nodded. She didn't want to talk about it. It obviously frightened her and John didn't want to push.

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It was late morning, but the temperature had already hit the predicted high. Nevertheless, Maria turned over onto her back and the twenty-something-year-old young attendant applied more sunscreen to her delicate back. His unprofessional erection pointed skywards, pushing out the black apron around his waist. Carmen lay less than five feet, away also on her back. Her naked breasts were barely pooling into her armpits as her attendant added sunscreen to her long legs, carefully trying to avoid her naked bald pussy and the jewel that sparkled in the bright sunshine.

He too was displaying a mighty erection despite having worked at the nude resort for over a year and seeing some of the most beautiful women in the world. Both young men would be chastised although no one would have blamed them. Maria and Carmen had forgotten the effects their newly enhanced pheromones had on the average male. If that wasn't enough, their beauty was almost unequaled. It was still hard for them to get used to their transformation those many years ago, changing them from short stocky undocumented maids barely able to converse in broken English, to Latin beauties fluent in both languages, accents only used for effect.

Although they did deserve a vacation, they were there on business. A lead had told them that there were some interesting things going on the resort, the kind of things that their master would want to know about. So they posed as tourists, models in their professional lives but now just together on vacation in Boca Raton, Florida.

"Mmmm..." Maria said as she enjoyed the touch of her young attendant rubbing the sunscreen all over her back, stopping just above her awesome naked ass. "You know what would be good right now, Carmen?"

Carmen sipped her Blackberry Mojitos as the young lad adjusted her umbrella to allow the sun to fall over her sparkling bronze body. It was too bad that alcohol no longer had any effect on them, but they had to keep up appearances. Carmen looked over the top of her stylish dark Ray Bans at the attendant's hard cock and said, "Don't tell me. Let me guess, a nice hard piece of man meat?"

Maria smiled and looked at the young attendants as they gathered their drink trays and towels. They did look very inviting with their only clothing a black bowtie around their necks, small aprons around their waists, and sandals. Both young men were perspiring and not due to the temperature. They trudged back up the beach to the restaurant. Putting lotion on the guests wasn't part of their job description, but who could have resisted?

After a few lazy hours on the beach in the morning sun, the girls decide to head back to their room to shower and explore the resort. As they sashayed back to the room, passing through the busier parts of the resort, they couldn't help but be impressed by the age range of the guests. There were many middle-aged fit people there. Had it not been for the white hair they'd have thought them to be in their late thirties. There were many older men and women who looked to be in their sixties and seventies that looked very good for their age. As one might expect, Maria and Carmen got plenty of attention and several phallic salutes, even from many of the older guys.

They both smiled as they passed the very friendly clientele and staff. Like most women they couldn't help but jiggle and wobble their womanly parts as they walked. Carmen was slightly bigger in the breasts department, but both had delectable butts which they shook to the fullest with each step. They could each feel their nipples grow taut and firm; they were both very excited by all the attention they were receiving.

As their diamonds absorbed the sexual energy all around them, both seemed to feel a little bit tipsy. That was very unusual as during their promotion to lieutenants, one of the upgrades that John insisted on was immunity to the effects of alcohol. So although the buzz was weak, both women took notice.

Everyone was so pleasant, even the women, who they often seemed to make jealous. As they waited for the elevator a couple appearing to be in their early fifties made small talk asking where they were from and disclosing that they were from upstate New York. They got in the elevator and found they were on the same floor, so continued to talk. They were husband and wife.

Carmen was stunned to learn they were both in their late sixties, both in incredible shape. Despite the white hair, the man still had a six-pack and looked like he worked out regularly. He also had a nicely shaped cock that looked like it could get much bigger. The woman showed a little more age, her red hair white at the roots, she had fat on her thighs and butt, and her large heavy breasts sagged a bit. They were Jim and Susan.

Susan asked if they would like to drop by their room on the way back for a quick drink and perhaps they could explore the grounds together or perhaps simply have lunch.

Carmen answered for them and said they'd love to, but were just going to shower to get the oil off their bodies. She said they wouldn't be long and the group parted company.

As they entered their room, Carmen asked. "Do you feel a little buzz?"

Maria replied, "Yes. It's not unpleasant, but it feels like my drinks are catching up to me."

"Well enjoy it while you can. You know how serious the boss is about being in control at all times." Carmen shrugged. "If it gets worse we may need to call this in."

The girls showered together, soaping each other up and down, but refraining from any real sex play since that would happen soon enough and they wanted it to be natural. As a precaution they both decided it made sense to transfer their collected energy before heading out.

They dried each other and made sure their hair and makeup were perfect before leaving, carrying the customary pocket towels that all the guests used. The two left their room naked except for their sandals.

When they arrived at Jim and Susan's suite they were pleased to see they weren't the only ones there. Susan introduced Mike, Kim, and Greg, recent college graduates from Texas A&M. As you'd expect their young bodies looked great naked. Kim was a blonde with smallish breasts and really hard nipples; Mike was her boyfriend, lean and about 6'3" with brown hair. Greg was Kim's brother, a little more on the muscular side and about 5'9" tall.

When Carmen and Maria entered the suite everyone converged on them and drinks were handed out in addition to lingering hugs. It didn't take long for the men to need attention for their hard cocks. Being the hostess, Susan didn't waste any time, kneeling before Mike and taking his large hard cock in her hands. She massaged it before surprising everyone as she took it down her experienced throat.

Jim pulled Maria close and kissed her as his hard cock sprang up between her legs as their kissing became more serious. Kim and Carmen double-teamed Greg, Kim taking her brother's cock in her mouth while Carmen straddled Greg as he began to feast on her pussy. Jim and Susan seemed to have the stamina of eighteen-year-olds and they brought off their partners and moved around, joining others. It wasn't too long before Susan had joined Carmen on the floor for a sixty-niner, leaving both Mike and Greg spent. Kim looked exhausted but seemed to want more and Jim was happy to oblige, taking her by the waist and bending her over the bed. He fucked her hard and fast and had her screaming her final orgasm of the afternoon.