Ultimate Control 6: The Dark One Returns
By Elrohir, Elrohir57@gmail.com



(This is another tribute/sequel to McInvictus' Ultimate Control, found in
volume #30 of Miscellaneous Stories. Ultimate Control 2, 3, 4, and 5 are in
volume #33.)

She strolled through the airport carrying her small carry-on bag. She never
stayed in one place too long, so there was really no need for a varied
wardrobe. The people she met never forgot her, but their memories seldom had
anything to do with her clothing ... . She spied one of the female flight
attendants from her trip entering a concourse restroom, her crew bag trailing
her. She had taken a fancy to this one: some kind of fire in her personality
as well as a good head on her shoulders. She had a rather bright face under
all those blonde curls. What was it with her and blondes, she wondered? She
followed her into the restroom, and when they both had finished and were
washing up, she said "Thank you for a smooth flight."

"You're quite welcome!" She smiled non-committally. "Let us know if there is
anything we can do to make your experience more pleasant."

"Oh, you've no idea how much I love to hear that!"she laughed. She rather
roughly grabbed the attendant by her shoulders and turned her to face her. She
stared deeply into her eyes, baring the flight attendant's soul and wiping out
all consciousness of anything but her eyes. "I need you to service me right
now." She guided the stewardess back into the stall, still holding her with
her eyes. "Kneel before me." The stew without hesitation dropped to her knees.
The woman hiked up the short little black dress she was wearing, stood with
her feet wide apart and commanded "Pleasure me, orally, until I tell you to
stop." The flight attendant preferred men, but she suddenly forgot that;
something about this seemed so right: the woman had exotic dark hair, a
muscular killer body, and the aroma from her sex was strangely intoxicating.
She buried her face in the woman's pussy, easily locating her clit because it
was so large and engorged. She licked and sucked it as if there were no
tomorrow, rubbing her nose against the woman's labia as she gave each lip a
couple of licks every now and then. A soft "Mmm" was the only sound the woman
made. She grabbed the hair on the back of her victim's head and ground her sex
against the flight attendant's face until after what seemed a long time she
suddenly threw back her head and roared like a lioness and went up on tiptoe,
the climax causing her to clench her muscular thighs together around the
flight attendant's head. The stew's head felt as if it was about to be
crushed, and she pounded and pushed on the woman's thighs trying to extricate
herself, but to no avail. The pain was becoming unbearable, and she felt as if
she was about to pass out. With a sudden final release, however, the woman
flowed as she came again, her juices drenching the subjugated woman's mouth
and nose. Finally coming back to herself, the woman eased up but did not
release her prey's head.

"Taste all of my juices, so you will know who I am" she commanded quietly. The
young blonde did so, lapping furiously, trying to get every drop or what now
seemed to be a delicious nectar. It caused her mouth and tongue to tingle so
strongly she forgot about anything else for a moment, and a sudden head rush
made her slightly disoriented, but then her consciousness quickly returned
with amazing clarity. She could feel her brain changing rapidly, rewiring
itself, forming stronger, faster connections, making her more aware of
everything. A new fire was rising in her eyes as the woman released her head
and she looked up at her former captor in awe with the realization of what was
happening to her. "Rise and be acknowledged. You are Sentient, now. Though we
derive our power from men, they are only fodder to us. We take men, and we
take from them as much as we desire. Someday, if we can ever keep our
individual egos in check, we may band together and rule the World. Your power
will grow each time you take the essence from a man, until you reach your full
ultimate potential. Thereafter you will actually need one only occasionally to
sustain that power, although some of us develop such a taste for their essence
that we consume men just to experience it. I am one such Sentient, and I have
returned to this city in order to feast again on one particularly satisfying
victim. Go, now, and find your own path to power."

"Thank you," beamed the newest Sentient. She arose and left the washroom
without another word, making her way toward the Crew Lounge. She already had
her first target in mind.

The ride from the airport was long, but finally the cab pulled up in front of
the hotel. As luck would have it, the cab driver was one of two she had bent
to her will the last time she was here. Even though he was still in thrall to
her and would do her bidding without question, at the end of the ride she paid
him by licking her lips and blowing him a kiss, which made him shiver with
excitement as his manhood came to attention. Then she tipped him by leaning
forward and whispering into his ear, "Come." Once again his world was rocked
with an explosive orgasm. He cried out and grabbed the steering wheel to hold
on while climax after climax shook him as he emptied himself uncontrollably, a
dark stain spreading across the front of his trousers. She emerged from the
cab dressed in her tight little black dress and thigh-high black boots and
walked away while the driver was still quaking with contractions, his gaze
unseeing as all his senses were overwhelmed by the devastating climax. He only
dimly heard the seemingly far away sound of his own voice moaning in ecstasy.

He had somehow always known that she would return. When he was completely
spent and his contractions finally subsided, he dragged himself out and
staggered to the back of the cab to retrieve the bag of clean clothes he had
placed in the trunk for just this occasion. As he headed for the restroom to
change, though, he caught a glimpse of her languidly sauntering over to the
night manager's office, her lithe movement and tight round backside driving
him to distraction. He instantly became hard again and had to hurry onward to
avoid exploding in yet another embarrassing display. Sensing him, she turned
and caught his eye, then blew him a kiss, which sent shivers through him and
made him let go again, although he had nothing left to spill. He fell back
into the restroom and locked himself into a stall to compose himself.

She paused at the door to the night manager's office and spoke to the small,
balding, 40-ish man behind his desk: "Where is Peter the desk clerk?" she
demanded.

"He is off sick, tonight. At least that's what he told me" he said
perfunctorily without looking up.

"In that case, I shall need his address."

"Madam, we do not give out"""The hairs stood up on the back of the man's neck,
and he looked up with a start. "YOU!" he gasped, sliding his chair back from
the desk. His first inclination was to run, but then she caught his eye and it
was too late. He was frozen in place, a look of terror on his face. She held
him there for an instant, then blinked to break his trance.

"Well?" she said imperiously.

He jumped to his feet and frantically flipped through the old-fashioned
Rolodex on his desk, then heaved a sigh of relief and blurted "4321 Daffodil
Circle" as if announcing he'd found the Holy Grail. He ripped the card out of
the file and tried to hand it to her, but she waved it away.

"You should know I don't need that. I remember everything, just as I remember
how you squirmed under my touch the last time we met. You seemed so frightened
and yet you seemed to enjoy it immensely, as I recall."

"P-please, I'll do anything you say!" He felt like a bug hiding in a crack in
the floor only to be found by the exterminator's magnifying glass.

"Yes, you will." She had lately consumed several very evil men, and their
essence had unfortunately influenced her, putting her in an almost constantly
evil mood. She had returned to this city because when last she was here she
had encountered several men who were, if not saints, were filled with enough
goodness that her soul's balance might be restored if she could consume enough
of them. She turned and closed & locked the office door, then backed him
against the wall, his head trapped between her bodacious breasts. She rubbed
up against him, sensuously massaging his bald head with her hands. She began
her mantra, "YOU WILL NOT COME UNTIL ... ." He stared up into her eyes from
his fleshy prison without blinking even though her gaze burned into him as if
he was looking at the Sun. She dropped his pants and yanked them off, then
knelt and picked him up, his thighs resting on her shoulders, giving her mouth
direct access to his small but diamond-hard manhood. He was frightened,
helpless, and incredibly aroused all at the same time, his hands frantically
waving in the air with nothing to grab onto, but she with her great strength
easily held him steady, and when she began to go down on him he could think of
nothing else. He dropped his arms to his sides and surrendered to her power,
which quickly overwhelmed him.

She took in the length of his member and locked her lips around the base,
sucking mightily while playing with the little captive member with her tongue.
Within seconds he screamed in ecstasy and then in surprise. He should have
exploded, but instead his tension was still building, even higher on the way
toward another peak that again would not crest. "Aagh!" he cried out again as
he spasmed but could not release. She continued working him, and as he reached
his third peak she sensed that he was becoming fully loaded. After another
minute or so he was again about to spasm; with a silent command she sent him
over the edge into oblivion. GRRRRRRRRAAAGH!" He roared, all his energy
completely focused on expending every drop of cum he contained, feeling like a
stallion as he came, but he soon fell silent when every drop of him was spent.
She easily consumed all of his physical explosion and then started in on the
rest of him, taking it so rapidly that he suddenly moaned as he felt his very
essence leaving him. He became so weak so quickly that without the slightest
bit of resistance he silently succumbed to the draining, which left him
quaking until he faded and collapsed into unconsciousness, still held
suspended in midair only by her muscular arms and shoulders. She took and took
until finally she drained him away to nothingness, and he passed away into her
without even a whimper. She licked her lips, savoring the taste and feel of
the essence she had just ingested. She had completely consumed this one, and
yet she had not been satisfied.

She lowered his body to the floor and removed the belt from his pants, leaving
them lying on the floor. She carried him over to the coat closet, opened it,
then strapped the belt to the hanger bar and looped the belt also around his
neck, hanging the body so that his feet were dragging the floor. She
regurgitated some of his cum and dribbled it onto the floor below where his
now-shriveled manhood drooped. She left him hanging there, and poked around in
his desk just to see what she could find, and was soon rewarded to find a
pornographic magazine in the bottom of one of the drawers. She dropped the
magazine on the floor next to where he was hanging. When the scene was
discovered it would be assumed that this was an autoerotic session gone wrong.
An autopsy and analysis of the forensic evidence would of course later reveal
that such was not the case, but she planned to be long gone before that
happened ... .

Once dressed, the driver had returned to his cab and dozed, exhausted by the
atomic climax. She roused him with a silent command and had him take her to
the Daffodil Drive address. He recognized the house from having dropped his
fellow slave off there, but he wisely did not say anything about it. She
dismissed him with a simple "That will be all tonight" and commanded him to go
home to his wife. He drove away both relieved and disappointed. A third
nuclear orgasm in one night might have killed him, he thought, and his second
set of clothes remained unsoiled, requiring no explanation when he got home,
but he was now extremely frustrated because he was hopelessly addicted to this
mystery woman and craved her touch, any touch, and this time she had summarily
denied him that. He shook with a lust for her to control him, and he realized
with a painful longing he would have to wait an indefinite amount of time for
her to return and use him again.

She walked up to the tidy little two-bedroom house and stood in front of it,
watching the flickering light of a TV set play across the curtains covering
the row of small windows at the top of the door. She waited patiently. Not
feeling well, he had fallen asleep on the couch in front of the TV. He awoke
with a start; he could feel she was here. He knew just as surely as he was
breathing that she was at the front door waiting for him. Not knowing what to
do, he jumped up and turned toward the back door to run, but a blast of
thought from her stopped him in his tracks and turned him around. Against his
will he went to the front door and opened it. She stepped in and reached
behind his neck, pulling him down to kiss her deeply. Somewhere far away in
the back of his mind his conscious mind was screaming for help, but her tongue
invaded his mouth and conquered him, claiming him as her own. She continued to
kiss him while sliding his pajama pants down onto the floor and then, cradling
him in her arms, she carried him into the bedroom. She tossed him onto the bed
and stripped off her boots and catsuit while he watched, his flagpole member
upright and helplessly craving action. She deftly mounted him in one motion
and repeated the words he had been dreading: "YOU WILL NOT COME UNTIL I TELL
YOU."

She began by squeezing him internally just using her vaginal muscles, driving
him absolutely crazy with desire while she held him frozen with her gaze. She
then rode him in earnest just as she had once before, rhythmically rising the
entire length of his shaft until the head was just about to pop out of her,
then slamming her hips down on top of his, pounding his body into the bed and
his entire length far up into her. He moaned and moaned with each stroke,
driven over the edge each time but not allowed to climax. She watched his face
with amusement, loving the look of excruciating torture he displayed. She
enjoyed this mount more than perhaps all the others she'd had since becoming
Sentient: She could feel a depth of spirit and perception in him that few
other men possessed, and unlike some of the muscular dolts she'd commandeered,
he was not bewildered or confused but knew exactly what she was doing to him
and was fully aware why he could not stop her. She continued this motion far
longer than he could have ever been able to take, were he not governed by her
command.

When she sensed he could take no more without collapsing into unconsciousness,
she switched to a vigorous back and forth thrusting in order to maximize her
own pleasure, alternately slamming his cock against her clit and g-spot. She
moved faster and faster, barely conscious of the tortured moans she was
extracting from her hapless victim, until finally she came violently, roaring
out her ecstasy and triumph over and over again for several moments, then
becoming silent and motionless as waves of contractions rolled through her. As
soon as she recovered she rose up off him, pivoted, and quickly went down on
his still steel-hard member while grinding her pussy on his face. Her aroma
was driving him crazy, and he struggled to keep his mind on orally pleasuring
her while jolts of electric sensation flowed through his cock into his body.
In almost no time she came again, though not as violently, and she silently
commanded him to do the same.

He cried out so loudly that the bedroom windows shook, coming in explosive
spurts as he quickly released several loads one after the other. She contained
the torrent and drank it down, hungrily consuming each new flood. He reached
the point at which he knew that he was completely drained physically, but it
was obvious she was not done with him and would soon begin sucking out his
essence. "NO, PLEASE, NO ... " he moaned plaintively, but he already felt
himself being drained away. Weakness overcame him, and in his last conscious
thought he knew this was the end.

But he was wrong: he awoke to find her alternately dribbling her essence into
his throat and breathing life into his lungs. He gagged and coughed repeatedly
for some time, until he was finally able to breathe easily, although he was
too weak to sit up. She looked deep into his eyes, probing his being until she
was satisfied he would recover. "I apologize, my pet" she said softly. "Good
sex always makes me ravenous, and you were such a tasty meal. You were so good
it was hard to stop consuming you.... Mmm, I feel better than I have in weeks!
You should rest, now." And with that she waved his eyes closed and he slept,
albeit fitfully because he repeatedly dreamed of being eaten by a female
shark.

... Two weeks later, his wife Debbie was still on the road. Tonight she was
prowling the seedier parts of Las Vegas when she spied a large bald-headed man
beating a woman near a car in an empty parking lot. She alighted from the GT-R
and approached them silently on bare feet. The man was loudly berating the
woman for holding out on him, yelling that he would kill her the next time he
didn't get his cut of one her tricks. She slipped up behind him just as he
raised his fist to strike the woman yet again. She caught his fist in
mid-backswing, jerked it downward and twisted the arm up behind his back while
snaking a steel-sinewed arm around his neck. In seconds she dislocated his
shoulder and choked him unconscious, leaving him face down on the pavement.
She rolled his mountainous limp form sideways and removed a large wad of bills
from his pocket, then rolled him back onto his face.

She walked over to where the woman still lay on the pavement, her mouth agape
at having just witnessed Debbie do in seconds what she had longed to do to
that arrogant prick for several years. Debbie looked with blue fire deep into
the woman's dull gray eyes. "Take this money. You're going to use it right
this minute to go back to your hometown and make a new, happy life for
yourself, one that does not involve drugs or prostitution. Be on the next bus
home. Is that clear?"

"Yes. I will take the next bus home ... " said the woman distractedly. It
sounded so wonderful to her that she couldn't believe she hadn't thought to do
so before. "Goodbye!" smiled the woman as she walked away. Giving no thought
to the meager possessions back in her rented room, she headed directly for the
bus station.

Just then the big man began to groan. "We'd both better leave, now" said
Debbie sweetly. She delivered a hard brachial stun to the side of his neck,
shocking the nerves there and briefly interrupting the blood flow to his brain
so he would be out at least a little while longer. She felt satisfied that she
was able to use her power to accomplish some good in the world, but as she
drove out of town she reflected that she was also becoming quite lonely, and
even a little homesick. Against her better judgment, she pulled out her
untraceable burner phone and dialed her husband's number. It rang several
times, and just when she thought it would roll over to voicemail, the phone
was answered. She spoke quietly, tentatively "Pete? Are you there? It's me,
Debbie!"

"Oh ... Debbie, it's so good to hear from you. I would've answered sooner but
I'm so weak I could hardly pick up the phone ... . You've got to help me,
baby. Please!" He sounded as if he was about to start crying.

"Why, Honey? What's wrong? Are you sick?" She was really concerned, now""Pete
sounded awful.

"No, not sick, just weak. She's back, and she's been draining me twice a day.
It takes hours before I'm strong enough to get out of bed and do my chores ...
."

"WHAT??? WHO'S BACK?"

"The woman from the hotel, the one who started all this... She says she made
you sentient, whatever that means. She said she's the one who caused you to
change. She doesn't look any different, but she's insatiable and becoming more
and more powerful every time she drains me. Now when she fucks me she almost
breaks me in half every time. Debbie, I'm not sure how much more I can take
... ." There was a pause, followed by Pete softly crying "Oh, no, not again!"
She heard the phone drop to the floor, followed by the sound of Pete loudly
groaning.

"Dessert time, my pet" said the sultry female voice that had mesmerized Debbie
several weeks earlier. She could hear the bed springs squeaking a little, then
heard the woman say "Mmm ... " softly. The bed began to squeak, increasingly
loudly and more rhythmically for several minutes, during which she could her
Pete moaning and the woman uttering a low, catlike growl. Suddenly she heard
Pete screaming out in both ecstasy and pain, but his scream soon died away to
a whimper as the squeaking stopped. The bed squeaked one more time, and then
there was the sound of heavy footsteps walking away. "See you at breakfast,
Love!" called the woman as the front door opened and shut. Pete groaned again.
She listened for almost two minutes but heard nothing, until finally Pete
began snoring softly.

At least Pete was still alive, she thought. She switched off the phone and
turned the GT-R around to head for the home she thought she would never see
again. She would drive only a little over the speed limit in order to avoid
complications, but her stamina and concentration would allow her to keep
moving for long periods without stopping, so she might be able to make it in
40 hours or so. She felt guilt for Pete's predicament even though it was clear
she was not the only person responsible, but she resolved to atone for her
part of that. There was going to be Hell to pay, and she was going to make
someone do the paying ... .