Amost Rumble And Spark

A Man of Singular Talent - Rumble and Spark

by Mephisto Pegari

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The protagonist of the below story is a man gifted with the ability to control the minds and bodies of others, with some limitations. He is also a terrible person.

Credit goes to doorknob22, my invaluable proofreader. Seek out his game "Vae Victis - Khan: Conquer, Ravish, Breed" in places I am not allowed to link to here.

As always feedback is welcome.

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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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Superheroes are getting to be a problem. Or more precisely, the popularity of superheroes in the public imagination is a problem. When someone develops abilities they used to be afraid of them. Now, they decide to put on a colorful costume and 'fight crime' (whatever that means). At least it makes them easier to spot.

One town in particular has been sprouting superheroes (and their less common but equally ludicrous cousin, supervillains) - a third-rate sinkhole called 'Freeburg'. A few days spent having conversations with local and federal law enforcement personnel (who immediately afterwards forget ever meeting me) reveals the source to be some illegal experimentation with latent abilities which got out of hand. Fortunately for me the local superheroes had already destroyed the research, for which they have the thanks of all peace-loving mind-controlling paranoiacs. By which I mean me.

I express my gratitude by stripping the remaining superheroes of their abilities; a lucky delve into a police officer's mind reveals the identity of one, which leads me to the others. Not unusual for them to group together but in this case the main heroes are all related.

The superheroes had just scored a big win, executing a man who had made their lives miserable for some time. Meaning their guard was down. A few late nights breaking into suburban homes and subtly but irrevocably altering the minds of sleeping superheroes and my work was done. Freeland was no longer a threat to me. I, on the other hand, am very much a threat to the now ex-superheroes. Specifically to the superhero sister act Rumble and Spark, currently lying peacefully asleep side by side in my hotel bedroom.

They will not wake without my mental command, so I take a moment to look over this evening's entertainment. Nineteen year old Spark is the younger sister. Her current relaxed and peaceful state is at odds with the driving intensity I noted from my earlier observations of her. Her expression is soft, full lips slightly turned up at the corners, small rounded nose unwrinkled, dark eyebrows unfurrowed. Her shoulder-length wavy brown hair lightly frames her face. The short-sleeved silk pajama set she chose to wear tonight reveals slender but toned limbs, while concealing what looks to be a small-to-medium sized chest. Spark (or Jenna to use her 'civilian' name) has mid-brown skin, closer to latte than mocha. Her and her sister both take after their father in that regard (their father being "Black Spark" - I do not pick the names).

Twenty-five year old Rumble is dressed more conservatively in a full cotton pajama set (don't ask how I got them to the hotel room dressed like that). Her face is more oval, sporting well-defined cheekbones and a straight nose. Her brown curly hair is long; if she were standing I expect it would fall to her hips. Speaking of hips, Rumble (AKA Aniyah) is clearly curvier in that area than her sister, although it is hard to get a proper picture when she is lying on her back. I estimate her chest is however more modest than her sister's.

I take a seat in an armchair placed in front of the bed, and send a couple of wakeup nudges to the minds of the slumbering sisters. I let them wake slowly, watching their movements. My mentally-induced sleep is deep and refreshing (so I am told), so it takes the girls some time to realize they are not in familiar surroundings. Spark is the first to notice; I feel her mental state turn from woozy to puzzled to alert in short order as she sits upright and takes stock of the room. Her gaze reaches me and fixes in place just as her older sister says "...wha..Jen?".

'Jen' doesn't answer. Instead she half-jumps, half-tumbles out of the bed and stands facing me. She is about to speak but pauses when she notices her rather sheer attire. Her hands start to move to cover herself before she changes priorities and puts them ready at her sides.

"Where are we? Who are you?"

Spark's face settles into the serious-verging-on-angry expression that is her default look as she barks these questions at me. Meanwhile Rumble does not waste time with words, practically leaping off the bed and assuming a combat stance.

I pause, waiting for the moment just before Spark repeats her questions.

"I said-"

"You are in a bedroom. I am nobody."

Spark snorts.

"Be more helpful if you don't want to get lit up."

Rumble, who has been carefully looking over the room, spins her head.

"Jen, watch what you say."

I understand Rumble's words before Spark does, and respond before she does.

"Relax Rumble. I know who you and Spark here are. And as for being 'lit up', go ahead."

I feel Spark reach for the place in her mind where her electrical powers used to be. I also feel her surprise when her eyes fail to glow and hands fail to crackle with sparks. Superheroes always choose to manifest their powers in flashy ways.

"Aniyah, my powers aren't working!"

Rumble is next. She takes a deep breath, holds it and claps her hands together. It's a very odd display and I can't help laughing a little at it, as well as at her look of surprise when no super-strength thunderclap sends me flying into the wall.

"Power dampeners?"

"No, Rumble. Just all-natural mind control."

"Oh great, another Gazer. Well we don't need our powers to beat your ass."

It takes me a moment to remember who Gazer was (and be mildly offended - Gazer was a third rate mental puppeteer who thanks to me is now a diner waitress with no memory of her supervillain activities). But thankfully deeply ingrained instinct makes me reach out to Spark's mind and order her to freeze just as she leaps at me. Spark's body goes stiff and she crashes haphazardly onto the floor.

"Jen!"

The older sister Rumble takes a step towards me, but no further before she too freezes. It's not a fair fight, I know, and that's just fine with me.

I send mental orders to both girls, and their minds radiate shock as their bodies obey someone else. Rumble and Spark stand again, this time side by side a foot or so in front of the bed. Rumble seems unhurt by her fall, but neither seem very happy. Their eyes watch me as I stand and speak.

"I hope that was instructive. Perhaps you'll let me talk now? Good."

"As I said, I am nobody. And I like to keep it that way. My powers allow me to control the minds and bodies of others, which both makes me a target for people like you and gives me the means to neutralize you.

Your powers are gone, and they will never come back. The same is true of all your little group, and any other - what do you call them, 'meta-humans' - in this city."

As I talk I approach the girls, walking around them until I am standing close behind and between them.

"All this was quite a lot of work. So I decided two are here to... relax me."

I emphasize the last two words by lightly placing one hand around the waist of each girl, feeling the contrast of silk versus cotton. I hear their breathing quicken and smile with anticipation.

"Get your hand off me you creep."

"What hand, Spark? This one?"

My hand starts wandering over the waistband of Spark's pajama shorts, moving to her back where I can slip a couple of fingers inside her clothing. Her skin is warm and smooth. I have not permitted the girls to move, so Spark can do nothing but turn her eyes to the side to try to see me.

"Get the hell away from me!"

My smile widens. I move my head closer to Spark, almost touching her neck. I breathe her scent, clean but unperfumed. My hand travels slowly down underneath her shorts. As I reach the curve of her ass her sister pipes up.

"Let her go damnit!"

"Patience babe, your turn will come."

I spare Rumble a glance as I reply but quickly return to exploring her sister's ass. It seems Spark doesn't wear panties at night, as my hand is able to make unimpeded contact with the teenager's taut curves. I notice Spark has decided to stay silent and simply grit her teeth. I give her ass a quick squeeze and quickly lick the side of her neck, mainly to watch her open her mouth in surprise. I then turn to her older sister.

I keep my hand resting on Spark's ass under her pajamas, while the hand on Rumble's waist starts to move. As it circles around her back I see Rumble's own expression tighten, even more so as I start to reach under the waistband of her cotton pants. This time I am met with more fabric, not cotton by the feel of it but something more slick. I resist the urge to move under this covering as well, and instead start to stroke Rumble's panty-clad ass.

My hands simultaneously move up, following the curve of the girls' backs. The direction of my hands changes to travel around their bodies and under their pajama tops. I feel the superheroes' abdominal muscles - regular hard training intended to protect the girls from defeat now serves only to provide flat stomachs for me to enjoy. I sense small spikes of relief from both minds that my hands are no longer groping their asses, relief which is quickly dispelled when my hands reach the underside of their chests. I stop there, my hands resting on their stomachs, fingers just against their breasts, listening to the shallow nervous breathing of the sisters.

I feel the tension in both girls' minds; I feel my own tension just as strongly. So after less than a minute I abruptly move my hands away and step back to sit on the bed.

Normally I would mentally order the girls to turn and face me at this point. However my seated position puts their asses at my eyeline - well not quite for Spark who is short at just over five feet. My gaze is inevitably drawn to Rumble. My earlier guess is right; Rumble's profile widens starting at her waist to form an impressively hefty ass that her conservative pajama pants completely fail to conceal. Which does not mean she gets to keep wearing them, of course.

I send mental orders to each girl and watch their hands obey. Rumble's hands go in front of her out of my sight, while Spark's cross over each other and grip the hem of her top. Both girls start talking over each other.

"You have no idea who you are messing with, man!"

"No, no, this is not- gah, resist him Jen!"

"I'm trying Aniyah, but I-mm!"

Spark's top is easier to remove, interrupting her speech as she peels it up and over her head. Rumble takes a little longer with the buttons on her shirt, and more time again as she unhooks and removes a dark purple bra. Spark is waiting with her thumbs inside the waist of her shorts until Rumble does the same with her pants and panties. Then, simultaneously the girls bend at the waist, their hands traveling down their legs and taking their last items of clothing along. I send a mental order and the girls freeze in place when their hands reach their ankles. I want to take a moment to appreciate the view of these two former superheroes, naked and bent over in front of me.

Spark's ass has only a modest roundness, just enough not to be flat. Her skin looks taut in the way that only regular gym sessions can provide. Rumble's ass is as spectacular as I expected it to be, the curve of her cheeks at full effect from her position and my viewpoint. From this angle you would not have guessed they were sisters. Without thinking I emit a low whistle as I gaze at Rumble's ass. I sense a mental eyeroll from Rumble; she doesn't need to be a mind reader to guess the reason for my whistling. I do her the favor of confirming her guess.

"Rumble your ass is magnificent. But I'm sure you've heard that before."

Silence from both girls at my comment.

"I'm sure many, many men turn their heads just after you pass. I wonder how many of them, later on in the privacy of their homes, have imagined seeing you as you are now. Or maybe not quite like this, perhaps..."

I send a few mental commands to Rumble - and the same to her younger sister Spark, why not - and both girls place their hands on their knees and arch their backs in a u-shape. The pose emphasizes their asses, with the added benefit of making their pussies partly visible from behind. The wave of embarrassment from the girls' minds adds to the effect.

"Oh this is some bullsh-"

"Jen, ssh!"

"What?"

"Just... quiet."

I dip into Rumble's mind and see she has noticed my enjoyment of their previous protests. By maintaining silence she is taking away a small measure of pleasure from me, the only thing she can do now. Spark's mind on the other hand is a turbulent mess of anger and frustration, and not capable of such observational skills.

"Naw, fuck this guy Aniyah. You hear me back there? Fuck you and this bullshit creepy shit."

"Ignore your sister, Aniyah. She's just jealous that you look so much better in this pose than she does."

"What? Go to hell!"

Spark is mostly indignant but I sense a small note of guilt hidden in her mind. Not quite enough to work with though.

I smile and send some more instructions. In a moment the girls have stood straight and turned to face me, their hands covering their breasts. I note Spark's toned body; I have no doubt Rumble works out as well but her body type is naturally broader than her younger sister's, masking the shape of well-kept muscle. Spark's pubic hair is a short black landing-strip, while Rumble appears to be clean-shaven.

Once my eyes have traveled back up to the girls' breasts they let their hands drop, exposing the last part of their bodies to my level gaze. Neither girl can be called large-chested, but this time it is Spark who has more to work with. Spark's breasts are round and pert, about grapefruit-sized. Rumble's breasts are more conical in shape, with prominent nipples. On my mental command the girls' hands return to their breasts, but instead of concealing them this time they cup their breasts in their hands and push them together. Having the girls present themselves to me like this earns me a stony stare from Rumble and more vocal abuse from Spark. I ignore both.

Spark's tirade stutters as I stand up, giving me a chance to get a word or two in.

"You both look lovely, girls. I'm sure you will be very entertaining."

"You lay one finger on my and you'll regret it, you sick freak!"

"Alright Spark. How about you lay a finger on me instead. I'm feeling overdressed anyway."

"Wh-wha!"

Lighting exclaims in surprise as she moves to stand beside me. With her help I am soon removing my own clothing. As parts of my body are revealed I make sure Spark lays gentle kisses on my skin, much to her distaste. All the while I keep my attention on Rumble, sending a series of mental commands to her that causes her to move from one pose to another, showing her body off to me.

(Perhaps I do owe Gazer a debt after all; thanks to the superheroes' experience with her neither of them are surprised or confused by my ability to control their bodies. If I have time before I leave this city I could swing by and pay her a visit.)

With Spark's unenthusiastic help I am soon wearing only briefs. I stop her at this point and order her to stand at my side facing me. Her older sister Rumble joins us, on the other side. As the girls start kissing my shoulders and neck my hands return to their asses, tracing my fingers over their curves. I feel the girls' bodies press against mine from either side, while one hand from each slides down my chest and under the waistband of my briefs. As the girl's hands reach my semi-erect penis Rumble breaks her silence.

"Please stop making us do... please stop."

"Aniyah don't beg him for shit."

As the girls start running their fingers over my shaft (impeded for now by my last item of clothing), I dip into their minds and memories. Spark's mind is a shell of anger encasing a roiling mass of panic. Not being in control of herself is apparently a deep-seated fear. Bad luck, Spark. Her memories reveal very little sexual history, certainly less than I would expect from a nineteen year old. She isn't a virgin, but her experiences so far have been few and highly conventional.

Rumble on the other hand has much more experience, but exclusively with women. She isn't disgusted by men but simply finds them uninteresting. I correct myself; she does have strong negative associations with men whenever they comment on her prominent ass, something that happens unsurprisingly often. I give her ass a sudden squeeze and watch the spike of frustration appear in her mind. Her current mental state is best described as unstable; she is desperately trying to stay calm and think through her situation, looking for any advantage. She is only partly succeeding; waves of panic rush over her mind before being forced back down. I tilt my head to whisper in Rumble's ear.

"You want me to stop, babe? I'll stop when I run out of ways to fuck you and your cute little sister. Might be a while though, I can be quite creative."

I send a mental command and Rumble turns to kiss me on the lips; I get a glimpse of despair on her face before her mouth presses against mine and I feel the slight slippiness of lip gloss. Her lips part and her tongue enters my mouth. We make out for a few moments before I break the kiss by turning my head to the other side.

"Aw he-mmph!"

Spark's complaint is interrupted as her mouth closes on mine. She still makes noises of protest however, as much as she can while her tongue dances with mine. Rumble meanwhile lowers herself slowly to a squatting position, kissing and giving little licks to my body as she passes. This goes unnoticed by her teenage sister, who is busy fondling my dick with her hand while kissing me (she has to stretch a little to reach). But after a short while she takes her lips off mine and travels the same route down my body as her sister, from the other side. Soon both girls are squatting at my feet, one hand each stroking my dick while the other is on my hip to steady themselves. My briefs and this point are almost off anyway, so it is the work of a moment for the girls to remove them. Rumble and Spark are then inches away from my now-very-erect penis. Their hands gently stroke the shaft and balls. I look down and order them to look up.

"So. Who's first?"

I pause, partly for effect and partly to see if either of them really does volunteer. The thought does cross Rumble's mind as a way to spare her younger sister, but it goes no further as she decides it would not help and would probably just please me. She is right, of course.

"No takers? I'll choose then."

I put my hands down in front of them, index fingers extended. On my command both girls take a finger in their mouths and suck gently. Rumble is doing adequate work, but I feel Spark's tongue flick the end of my finger.

and my decision becomes clear. I remove my fingers, look at Spark and nod. Rumble lets out a small "noo" as her sister takes a firm hold of my shaft, turning it towards her. I feel the warmth of Spark's breath, feel her lips on the head of my dick, and then her head moves forwards and my dick slides into the teenage superhero's mouth.

"MMMF!"

Spark's lips are soft as they move down my shaft, wrapped tight enough that her protests are almost completely muffled. Her tongue follows close behind her lips, running against the underside of my dick. I give a satisfied sigh and my dick twitches in pleasure at the feel of her warm wet mouth. I watch the girl's expression flip between fury and concern as she works her way down. The tip of my dick reaches the back of her mouth and I expect her to stop, but her throat opens up and I am completely swallowed by Spark without any apparent difficulty. My surprise at Spark's ability is matched by her own alarm, judging by her widened eyes and the panic in her mind.