Consider

By:
J.D. Hoeye

Chapter
LXXV

"Shh If you listen you can hear the elevator running."

Silence in the room, and then the sound of distant machines stopping. "Ok," said Tina, "it just hit bottom."

"Keep listening!" I snapped. There was a clang in the distance and the whir of machinery as the elevator ascended to the floor above us.

"What?"

"Quiet!" I barked.

Again the clang and twang of machinery as the elevator sped downward at it's incredible rate.

"Now," I said, "Somebody count heads coming down the stairs from the apartment."

I patted Cindy's sore little ass, and she scampered to the darkness of the door, and watched the hallway.

Barely two minutes went by, when Cindy came back and reported, "Four little angels have just returned home for the night."

I waited until the four women had shuffled into their rooms, and then I dashed upstairs, through the open apartment door, and into the library. There were two women still there. Flow, asleep in the chair, and Tamm, still hanging from the chandelier. I returned to the bed chamber on the women's floor, just as the elevator returned to the attic above the apartment.

I sat on the edge of Lynn's old bed and looked at my hands. I thought I knew what the answer was, but I dared not let my self think about it. "Girls I need your help for a while, I need to make my mind a blank."

"How can we help?" Tony asked.

I lay back on the bed and looked up at the canopy, "Make me think of sex."

My five concubines went to work, each in their own special way, and before I knew what was going on, I heard the sender ring off with the words, "He's going to the overload zone, we better cut the tie. He'll be out for several hours, I'm going to sleep for now."

I smiled inwardly as I fell into the velvet blackness, and drifted down, ever down.

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The women waited until they heard Flow shuffle by in the hall, then they roused me out of my sleep, something I hoped my buddy Art hadn't counted on. He was going to be fast asleep for several hours, at least that's what he'd reported, mostly because he thought I'd be asleep for several hours to come.

"Now very gently take him into the gallery, and secure him to the bed. If I'm right, he won't be able to send from there, because he'll be inside of the reflective surface he needs behind him to send for any distance."

"Are you sure?" asked Lavern.

"Not one hundred percent," I answered, "but I have very good reason to believe it's true. Now go do it before I wake him up with my anger."

My harem left me silently, and stole their way upstairs. In about twenty minutes, Toni came down and told me they'd done as I asked. "Is he awake?" I asked her.

"Yes, very much awake." Toni replied, "Tina has taken his clothes."

"And is he, a he?"

Toni, "Yes, but I don't think it gets hard."

"Not for a woman." I mentioned.

"Follow me." and I walked out the door of the bedroom on the women's floor. Toni was having trouble keeping up as I approached the gallery of Tower Three, mostly because I wanted to get inside before any monitors could detect my presence.

Once inside the gallery, my pace became normal again, and I began directing my thoughts at the nude, bound man on the bed. He was wide awake when I entered the room, but it was as if he had just seen his vision, because his poor little cock fairly jumped when he saw me, a man, approach.

Tina nearly fell off the bed when she realized what it was that had effected Art's libido so drastically, "The son of a bitch is queer!" she announced.

"Yes, he is. That's what made him such a good plant for the Counsel." I said, "He can't get it up for a woman, therefore his women don't produce. He's also telepathic. A trait found mostly in women and rarely found in men. The reason for the Tower visit was because the Counsel thought that since I was a male telepathic, there was a good chance that I might be lured to the Homo side of life by this perfect specimen of a male, who also happens to be something I'm not. A sexual deviant."

I continued, "Debbie, will you and Cindy go to the library and retrieve the hanging parcel you find in there. I think I know what it is about Tamm and Sandy that brought them to my attention."

Debbie and Cindy left quickly and were back in almost no time.

When Tamm came into the gallery, I had one single question for her. "Am I correct in assuming that you are bisexual?"

Tamm countered, "What does bisexual mean?"

"Bluntly, it means you like sex with both men and women equally well. Your choice is dependent on your mood, rather than availability."

Tamm, "If you put it that way, yes, I guess I'm bisexual, sometimes I'd rather make love to a man, and sometimes I'd rather make love to a woman."

"Does the thought of either make you turn away in disgust?"

"No, I like them both, why?"

"Did you know it's not normal to like to have sex with a member of your own sex?"

"I know that as a preference, it's not normal, but my preference swings back and forth."

"Now, we're going to try an experiment. Look at the man on the bed."

"Do you see anything wrong with him?"

"Other than he desperately needs someone to do something to relieve his sexual tension. No."

"How would you like to relieve his problem?"

"I can do that, no problem. Shall I use my mouth or my pussy?"

"To be sure, use your pussy, unless you'd rather not. By the way, do you mind and audience?"

"No, I don't think it matters to me."

"Then begin any time you're ready."

Tamm smiled rather sheepishly and began by using her hand on herself. "Lubrication." she explained.

"Allow me." I said and took the woman into my arms. She was warmed in fairly quick order. I dipped my fingers into her pussy and brought forth a quantity of slippery fluid. I helped her along with one more good deed grope, and smeared the stuff all over her vulva. "If I were going to dip my stick, I think you'd find it comfortable."

Tamm was blushing six shades of red as she mounted Art's tool. She started the slow easy motion that would normally blow a mans mind. Just as she started to work on his shaft I left the room and stayed outside listening. I didn't have to wait to long before I heard Tamm exclaim.

"What's wrong with this guy? Does he have some kind of a problem with spectators, or is it me?"

Tina and Lavern helped the shaken Tamm from the bed, and Debbie's hand beckoned me into the room. No sooner had I appeared in Art's sight, than his tool began to gain size again.

Tamm exclaimed, "Well I'll be dipped. The ass hole is totally queer. No wonder all I could get from him was silence."

I took Tamm aside and whispered into her ear, "I'll stand here and keep the weirdo up, why don't you take advantage of it?"

"Boy, am I going to like this!" and Tamm humped herself off on Art's member. I guess you could say she got a bonus because Art went off in her too.

"Probably a first for him!" and with that comment I left the room.

As my harem and I walked down the stairs to the women's floor, Tina asked, "What do we do with the useless thing? We can't just leave him there."

"Oh, we could," I replied, "and probably should, but I think maybe justice would demand that we tell the four women in these rooms, just what he is, and where he can be found. I'm not certain but I think he's abused them much more than he ever abused Tamm, after all, she's at least halfway like him."

My harem loved that idea so I waited in the living room while they woke up the four remaining women on the floor. It took about twenty minutes to wake them all up so they could follow the conversation.

Tina and Debbie told most of the story, then Tamm told them the rest. They took one look at the rivulets running down Tamm's thighs, and the four of them saw almost pure red; they stormed out the door up to the apartment above. I caught Tamm at the door, and gave this private, whispered thought.

"I doubt very much if a search party would ever look under the elevator, and there is a set of doors hidden in the Gallery"

Very soon I heard a muffled cry coming from behind the wall of the living room, so I suggested to my harem that we should invite the women of this Tower home, for a nightcap on their way to some real men.

All five of my women liked the idea so we invited the five women of Tower Three to come home for a drink, change of clothes, and a ticket to freedom. I noticed the smiles on the five strangers faces as the elevator stopped rather softly on this trip to the basement and Tower Three.

Consider

By: J.D. Hoeye

Chapter LXXV

By:
J.D. Hoeye

Chapter
LXXV