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Controlling Jennifer, Parts 1- 3
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NOTE: This story, Controlling Jennifer I, is © 1993 by Daniel Reinker,
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Controlling Jennifer
Jennifer was a frosh at Jefferson College, and so far she liked it a
lot. As she walked down toward the gym, she smiled to herself at the
California weather. It was nothing like the weather in Alaska. Here it
was, the middle of february, and she could walk around in shorts without
worrying about freezing to death. Others complained that it was cold and
told her she was a nut for wearing shorts. Obviously they didn't come
from Alaska like she did. To her, the crisp chill in the air was more
refreshing than it was chilling, and she knew that after running around
the track a few times, she would actually be hot.
Jennifer liked to run; it was a good way to keep in shape, and it was
a good way to daydream while still being productive. She was a good
student and very responsible, and this was her way to escape the constant
academic pressures she put upon herself. She could jog around the track a
few times, letting her body do the work while her mind wandered onto
other things. Others wouldn't believe her, but running relaxed her. (Her
roommate thought she was crazy, but then again, Jenny's roommate was a
plump girl who looked like she had never exercised a day in her life.)
Jenny was wearing a tank top and a loose fitting pair of shorts.
Underneath the shorts, she wore a pair of those tight-fitting bike pants,
made of the stretchy black material. This was mostly to keep her warm,
and to keep her decent. Plus, whenever she ran in panties, they got all
drenched in her sweat and basically became too disgusting to wear.
Similarly, under her tanktop, Jenny wore a tightfitting elastic top over
her breasts. The reason for this was that she hated the feeling of running
in the discomfort of a bra, and if she wore nothing, she bounced, and that
became painful after awhile.
Jenny was happy with her body, unlike most women, and this
happiness gave her a very visible confidence. This confidence almost did
more to make her attractive than her actual physical appearance. Jenny
had dark hair and tan skin, and a nice smile. When she had first arrived on
campus, men had swarmed around her, mostly frat guys checking out the
new women, but Jenny had made it through without acquiring any
boyfriends. She was not one that had to have a boyfriend; on the whole,
she preferred not to, as they took up a lot of time and never seemed to be
much worth it. She didn't need the time-drain. Yes, Jenny would only
settle for a boyfriend that she actually loved, and the frat guys soon gave
up on her, disgusted, and moved to other prey.
As Jenny bounded down the steps toward the gym, taking them two
at a time, she enjoyed the beauty of Jefferson College campus. It seemed
like a park more than a campus, and she walked under the trees towards
the gym. Squirrels chirped at her from their trees, and she let her eyes
wander to them, watching them hop from tree limb to tree limb.
"Hi, Jenny." a voice said, startling her out of her reverie. She looked
to see a man standing beside her. He looked to be in his twenties, possibly
a senior, with short dark hair and dark eyes. Jenny thought he looked
italian. She couldn't remember his name offhand, and decided he was
probably some guy from a fraternity that she had met and forgotten. Still,
he was fairly attractive, so Jenny flashed her most charming smile. After
all, she might as well keep her options open.
"Hi!" she said. "Have we met before? We must have, but I'm afraid I
don't remember...." She shrugged and grinned.
"No, we haven't really been formally introduced. You can call me
Mark."
"Hi, Mark. Nice to meet you."
"Yes....yes. Nice to meet you, too, Jenny." Mark's eyes shifted, and he
smiled slowly. "I've been wanting to talk to you, Jenny...like I said, we
haven't been introduced, but I've seen you from afar, and well, let's say I'd
like to get to know you better."
Jenny's eyebrow lifted. He was very forward, and she felt a faint
discomfort. She discarded this quickly, telling herself she was just being
paranoid. She had dealt with forward guys before; this one was no
different. "I was just on my way to the track to run a few laps...want to
walk with me? We can talk on the way."
Mark's eyes shifted. "Actually, I was hoping we could sit down.
Please? It'll only take a second, and then you can be on your way. Huh?"
Jenny squinted at him. "You sound like you have something very
specific to tell me." she accused.
Mark grinned, and Jenny thought his grin was very cute...kind of a
Tom Cruise smirk. "Actually, I do." he admitted. "Wanna sit down?"
"Okay." she said. "I suppose I can take a few minutes." Mark grinned
again, and walked over to a picnic table. He sat down, and she plopped
down opposite from him.
"Ok." she said, propping herself on her elbows and looking him
straight in the eye. "What do you want to tell me?"
Again the grin. It's almost like he's embarassed to say it, Jenny
thought. "I've been watching you, Jenny...from afar. I suppose you could say
I was admiring you. You're very pretty, Jenny." She smiled, but the
compliment disturbed her. She didn't particularly like being 'watched
from afar' by someone she didn't know, and she was wondering where all
this was leading. "I think you're just what I'm looking for."
Jenny leaned back, her eyes narrowing. "You're very forward." she
remarked, somewhat coldly.
"I can afford to be." Mark was not the least bit fazed by her coldness.
"You see, Jenny...let me explain something to you. I'm new here too, and
I've been looking for a woman. Not a girlfriend; I don't care about that just
now. I've been looking for a woman who'll do whatever I say." He grinned,
and this time his grin seemed somewhat frightening...it was the
confidence behind it. "I suppose you could say I've been looking for a
slave."
That was all Jenny needed to hear. "Fuck off." she intoned, and started to get up.
"Stop." said Mark. And suddenly, Jenny was frozen. She couldn't move.
"Sit back down." And Jenny did.
Mark looked regretful. "I didn't want to have to do it this way." he
sighed. Jenny could only sit there, motionless. Her mind raced. Why can't I
move? What did he do? Her face would have shown her fear, but her face
too was frozen. "You see, Jenny...I have the power to control you, whether
you like it or not. I guess after years of wishing I had the power, I wished
so hard that I actually got it. But it's funner if I don't use it. It's better."
He folded his hands and looked like a lawyer making a contract.
"Here's the deal, Jenny. You do what I say, without me using my power, and
it will be easier for you. You refuse, and I'll be forced to use my power,
and it will be harder on you. I won't do anything all that bad, truly; I won't
hurt you or anything. I don't get off on that. I get off on the controlling.
But it will be better for us both if you do it without the power." He
watched her as she struggled against his control. "Tell you what. I'll let
you free from my control, and you tell me what you want to do. Okay?" He
concentrated. "You're free." he said.
Jenny suddenly regained control of her muscles, and she bolted. She
was maybe ten feet away when he shouted "Stop!" And she froze. Unable to
stop her momentum, she tripped and laid frozen on the ground. As she laid
there, completely immobile, she heard his footsteps crunching the leaves,
walking towards her. "I can see how it's going to be today." she heard him
say sadly. "I hope you will learn in time. As for now, here is your
punishment. In twenty seconds, you will be able to move again. From that
time until you get back to your room, you will feel very sexually
attracted to every third guy you see. Once you have helped them reach
orgasm, you will once again regain complete control, and then you will
know what you have done." He paused. "I'm sorry it had to be this way,
Jenny." he said sadly, and then she heard him walk off.
Jenny laid in the grass for that twenty seconds. All she could do was
breath and blink her eyes and wonder what the hell was happening to her.
After the twenty seconds was up, exactly as he had said, she regained
movement.
"Oh, god." she said. "What in the world is happening? Is this really
happening to me?" Jenny tried to deny what she had just experienced, but
she could not. It was a cold, sterile memory; it was all real. She couldn't
afford to disregard the power he weilded over her. "I need to get
to my room." Jenny thought, and then she could think no more, for she
lifted her head. She saw a guy throwing a frisbee to his dog. She saw an
old man hobbling along the path. And then she saw a guy, sitting on a
bench under a tree, writing in a notebook. "Oh, god." she said.
He was small, smaller than her. He had thick glasses, and his hair
was in a disarray that she found very erotic. "Oh, wow." she said, and she
felt the wetness spreading between her legs. He had something about him;
maybe it was his size, maybe the way he slowly scribbled in the notebook.
Maybe the way he lightly nibbled on his bottom lip. All Jenny knew was
that he was the most gorgeous thing she had ever laid eyes on. And she
had to have him. Her body felt empty; she had to have him inside her or
she wouldn't be able to survive. She was cold without him.
It was a quick walk over to him, and the boy didn't notice her until
she stood right over him, blocking his light. He squinted up at her through
his glasses. "Yeah?" he asked.
"Hi." she said, and she slid next to him, pushing her body delightfully
close to his side. With every touch of him, she felt a rush go through her
stomach and settle between her legs.
"Can I help you?" he inquired. Jenny wanted to scream: fuck me! fuck
me! She fought for control over her desires. "What are you doing?" she
gasped.
"Writing." he said. "Why?"
"Oh, wow." she said, and all control left her. She thrust her body into
his side, running her tongue into his ear, running her hand onto the
growing lump at his crotch. She cursed herself for wearing the lycra top
under her blouse; she wanted to feel her breasts touching his shirt. With
one hand she peeled up her top, with the other she frantically tried to
undo his pants.
She pressed her lips to the boys, and plunged her tongue into his hot
mouth. He resisted for a moment, but that quickly faded as her hand
slipped into his pants and touched his hard penis. She moved over, so that
she was sitting over his legs; her breasts were free, and she mashed them
against his body.
And then she felt it. The boy moaned, tensed, and his penis started
pumping hot jism onto her hand. She froze. "Oh, god, what the hell am I
doing!" She pushed back, and fell backwards off the boys lap into the dirt.
Her eyes were wide with shock, and the boy stared at her with confusion
shrouded in ecstacy. Jenny quickly scrambled to her feet and sprinted
away as fast as she could go, her face hot and tears of shame dripping
from her eyes.
She ran until she was out of the sight of the boy, and then she paused
to catch her breath. Tears ran down her face. How could I do that? she
thought to herself. What came over me? She felt dirty, disgusting. Slutty.
When she looked up and around, she noticed the guy with the frisbee
had stopped tossing it to his dog and was staring at her. She wondered
why for a moment, and then remembered she hadn't pulled down her blouse
again, and her breasts were visible. She quickly pulled her blouse and the
lycra down (too quickly, as she pinched her nipple between the two
fabrics) and turned away from the frisbee guy, her cheeks burning again.
She started a purposeful walk.
Then she froze. "Oh, geez...that's one male I just saw. He said it
would be the third. I gotta stop looking at people...I gotta get to my room."
She was hardly aware she was talking to herself, and she clapped her
hands over her eyes.
"How can I get back if I can't see?" she thought. It would be nearly
impossible to get back blind, and even worse, it would be embarassing.
"Stare at the ground, Jenny. Look where you're stepping..that's all you can
do. Don't look up no matter what."
Jenny started to walk, staring down at the ground and striding ahead
purposefully. She focused completely on the ground, and wished that she
had remembered the curse Mark had laid upon her before she had looked at
the guy with the frisbee. She could make one mistake. It was the second
one that would start her off again. Jenny walked.
She came to concrete, and carefully studied the cracks as she
walked. She fought down her natural desire to stare at everyone she
passed, studiously avoiding even looking at their feet. She concentrated
so hard that her head hurt.
"Hi, Jenny!" said a male voice, and Jenny quickly stopped herself
before she looked up. Who was it? James? Rob? Whoever it was, she was
fairly sure she didn't want to sleep with him. "Hi." she mumbled, and
steadfastly marched past the owner of the voice.
"Thank god I'm getting near the dorm." Jenny muttered to herself
after awhile. It had seemed like it was taking forever, and Jenny had been
in constant fear that she would forget herself and look up. She sighed in
relief as the realization that she would probably make it sifted into her
consciousness.
And then she ran into someone. As they collided, Jenny let her eyes
wander up to see the face of a fat middle-aged man. He had been reading a
book, and hadn't been watching where he was going. "Oh! I'm sorry!" he
exclaimed in a nasal voice. Jenny's eyes filled with distress, and she
quickly dropped her gaze and rushed past the man.
"Damn!" she swore, her only consolation being that she was almost to
her dorm. Finally, she reached the door. Breathing heavily, Jennifer dug
into her pocket and fished out her key. It was difficult to insert the key
without looking, but she managed it. "God, they must think I'm weird." she
thought, thinking how she must look to the people in the lobby as she
walked through the door with her gaze fixed on the ground.
Jenny was going up the steps to the third floor, when a realization
hit her. The dorm was coed, and she was going to have to walk down the
men's hall in order to get to her room. "Oh, god..." she moaned under her
breath. She hesitated by the door, and then entered the hall.
Take it fast, she thought. That's the key. She rushed down the hall.
And found herself looking into Jacob's eyes. He was lying on the floor
in the hall. "Hi, Jenny!" he said, looking up from his book and waving.
"Sorry, am I in your way?"
"Oh, wow." said Jenny. She had never realized before how sexy Jacob
was. He was on the wrestling team, and his muscles seemed to bulge
through his tank top. Jacob had briefly expressed an interest in her the
first week, but he had accepted her disinterest, and they had become
"just" friends. How could I have rejected him? Jenny screamed to herself.
He's GORGEOUS!
"You all right, Jen?" asked Jacob. Jenny realized she had been staring
at him. She didn't care.
"Ooh, Jacob...ooh..." she sat down on him, straddling him with her
legs, his firm stomach muscles supporting her behind. She was heavily
juicing up, she could feel it. She wanted Jacob inside her.
Jake's expression was one of shock, and he dropped his book just
before Jenny mashed her lips against his face. "Woah!" he blurted, as
Jenny dotted his face with kisses. She slid backwards, and could feel his
hard penis against her butt. She moved, back and forth, kneading it,
pressing it against her wet cunt. "Jacob...Jacob, I want you inside
me...now..."
"Holy shit!" said Jacob, looking nervously up and down the hall.
"Let's move into my room, ok? Let's not do this out in the hallway." Jenny
heard him, but didn't care. What did it matter WHERE they did it? All that
mattered was that he make love to her. She started fumbling with her
clothes, raining kisses on his face and neck. Jacob picked her up in his
arms, and carried her into his room.
His roommate Kurt was there. Kurt looked up from his computer,
surprised. "Out, man! I need some privacy!" Jacob said. Jennifer felt
herself dropped on the bed, and she writhed in agonizing lust against the
cool sheets. She slipped her fingers under her lycra top and in one motion
ripped it over her head. Her breasts popped free and bounced lightly on her
chest, jiggling like jello. Jacob stared at her dark nipples for a moment,
then twisted his head to glare at Kurt, who also happened to be staring in
amazement at Jennifer's breasts. "Out, damn you! Can't you see I need
some privacy?" said Jake. Kurt rushed from the room, stealing a
backwards glance at Jennifers nude upper torso.
Jacob quickly closed the door, and came over to Jennifer. She threw
her arms around her, tearing at his shorts. "Please, Jacob....I want your
cock...oh, I want it so bad..." Jacob stripped off his shorts, and let his
penis bounce free. It hadn't bounced twice when Jennifer took it in her
hands, running her fingers over it, feeling the silk spider web feel of it
against her palm.
"ooh!" she moaned, and Jacob helped her take off her shorts. His eyes
widened as he saw there was no need for foreplay...Jennifer was dripping
wet, and the crotch of her lycra shorts was soaked.
Jennifer got on her knees, and Jacob saw she was guiding her vagina
towards his hardened penis. "This is too good to be true..." he whispered.
Then he spoke louder. "Wait...Jenny...we don't want any kids...let me get a
condom..."
Ignoring Jenny's very determined protests, Jacob dug a condom out of
his desk and slipped it on. Then he tried to ease slowly into Jenny, but she
was having none of that. With a heave, she impaled herself onto Jake's
cock, and he found himself thrusting deep within her. Jenny was almost
hyperactive with sexual lust, and Jacob, who normally prided himself on
his sexual endurance, found himself about to come very quickly. He tried
to hold it back, but Jennifer pounded against him and finally it came
spurting forth, shooting through him, a tremendous orgasm. He gasped, and
rode her for all he was worth.
And Jenny came back to herself. "Oh, wow!" she thought. She was
back in her right mind, but she was also very close to her own orgasm.
She couldn't stop. Just as Jacob was finishing up his orgasm, hers
started, and she gasped with its intensity. Her body was wracked with
pleasure, and when Jacob pulled out, her body continued to buckle with
the strength of her pleasure. It faded slowly, and she savored every piece
of it.
"Wow." she said as she laid back on the bed. "You used a condom,
right, Jake?" She looked at him with apprehension.
"Uh-huh." he said, and she watched him peel it off. "Wow, Jen...I don't
know what came over you just then...you were a wild woman! You wanted
sex like a starving man wants food! What's up?"
"Oh, Jake." she said, turning away. "I think I've been...hypnotized."
"Hypnotized?" he stared at her.
"Yeah. Hypnotized so that I go sex crazy over every third guy I see. I
was trying so hard not to see anyone, and you were there..." she sighed.
"You were the third guy. At least you were a friend. It could have been
worse."
Jake sat on the side of the bed, looking at her with concern. "Oh,
man...I'm sorry, Jenn...I didn't know..."
"I know." she said, and smiled at him. "Don't worry about it, Jake. You
didn't take advantage of me; I wanted to have sex with you so bad, I
wouldn't have taken no for an answer. You really didn't have a choice. And
I enjoyed it, all of it, even after I came out of the hypnosis." Her eyes
became sad. "I'm just glad it was you. It could've been a stranger. God, it
could've been a two year old. What would I have done?"
"Hey, are you all right, Jenn? Hey, who hypnotized you, anyhow?"
Jennifer thought of telling him about Mark, she really wanted to, but
she couldn't. It wasn't his problem. "I'm fine. Look, Jake, I know this
sounds weird, but could you put a blanket on my head and lead me back to
my room?"
"Okay, that sounds like a good idea." said Jacob. He still looked
skeptical, however, and Jenny didn't thing she had fooled him. He knew she
was hiding something. "Just remember, if you need someone..ya know, to
talk to? I'm always here."
"Thanks, Jake." said Jennifer, and offered him another smile, this one
forced, and Jake seemed to know it. They put their clothes back on in
silence, and afterwards, Jake put a blanket over Jenny's head and lead her
back to her room.
Jennifer's roommate wasn't home, and Jennifer thanked Jacob and
said bye to him. She closed and locked the door, then collapsed on the bed
and watched the wall as the sun faded away and the grayness of night
took over.
What am I going to do? she thought, but could find no answer.
CONTROLLING JENNIFER II: LESSONS IN OBEDIENCE
The phone rang, and Jennifer jumped. Darlene, her roommate, gave
her an annoyed look and picked up the phone. "Hello? Yeah, this is Darlene.
Huh? Oh, sure...I have it right here." Flashing Jennifer another annoyed
look, she picked up her math assignment sheet and started to read an
assignment from it.
Jenny hugged her pillow close to her, listening to the phone
conversation and trying to take refuge in its relative normalcy. It wasn't
him. Thank god it wasn't him. She pressed her cheek into the soft fabric of
the pillow, and held it tightly. Her eyes stared to the side, her mind
fighting once again to deny what had happened to her before. It seemed
like a dream now, but Jennifer knew it had not been a dream. She could
not wake up from this nightmare.
She heard the click as Darlene hung up, and heard her roommate
stand. She didn't look, but she knew the expression that was on Darlene's
face; it was Darlene's exasperation look, with her eyebrows jagged and
her lips pursed together tightly. Jennifer had been seeing Darlene's
exasperation look quite a bit lately.
"You want to tell me what the hell is going on, Jennifer?" Darlene
snapped. "I can see being startled by the phone, once, maybe twice, but
EVERY FUCKING TIME? What's gotten into you? You're so jumpy lately... and
you won't tell me why! What's wrong, Jennifer?"
Jennifer was silent for a moment. Once again, she was tempted to
just blurt out the whole story, about Mark, about his powers, what he had
done to her. And once again, she stopped herself. For one, she didn't want
to draw anyone into this beside herself. And for another...who would
believe her? Jenny barely believed it herself.
"Nothing's wrong." she mumbled.
"What?!? The hell, nothing's wrong! You've completely weirded out on
me, Jen! You stay in the room all day, moping around, staring into space.
You won't answer the phone anymore, and it seems to scare you to death
whenever it rings...you won't talk to anyone, you don't go out anymore...you
can't tell me nothings wrong. Give me some credit, Jennifer!"
Jennifer spoke, squeezing the pillow even tighter. "You couldn't help
anyway."
Darlene's voice softened, and she spoke with concern now. "Won't you
let me try, Jenny? I'm worried about you! I know somethings wrong...but
you won't tell me. C'mon...talk to me. Maybe I'll surprise you." Darlene's
voice hesitated, waiting, but Jennifer stayed silent. Finally, she heard
Darlene sigh and move back to her desk. The scraping of Darlene's pencil
resumed.
Jennifer dropped her pillow and slipped on her slippers to walk to
the bathroom. She seemed to do this a lot now, telling herself that she
was leaving to give Darlene a break from her constant moping. But it was
more to give herself a place to think. She would close herself in one of
the stalls, and sit on the seat, hugging her legs to herself and thinking of
what had happened to her.
She stared at the gray of the stall door. She had been mind-raped.
This term had come to her that first day, and it had stuck in her head.
Mind-rape. It wasn't like real rape, for it offered no chance of resistance.
It made her degrade herself willingly, only letting her loose to regret her
actions after the fact. It seemed worse than actual rape, because in
actual rape you were obviously the victim. In what Mark had done to her,
her role was blurred, even to herself. She kept telling herself over and
over that she could have prevented his control. She could have fought it
harder than she had, and maybe opposed it. It was as much her fault for
not resisting enough, and this was the worst part of it.
After That Day, she had been scared to even go to class, for fear she
might see him again. She hadn't been able to talk to Jacob since, or even
his roommate Kurt, fearing what she had become in their mind's eye. A
wanton slut. That's probably what they saw her as.
Most of all, she feared when it would end. Would she ever have her
own life? Or would Mark make her his slave forever? Would she ever be
free? This is what scared her most of all. That her role was set...as
Mark's slave, for all eternity.
Jenny's butt hurt, and she realized she had been sitting in the stall
for quite awhile. She stood, letting the blood circulate back into her rear
end, and flushed the toilet, to make it seem like she had actually been
using the bathroom.
Amy, the girl from down the hall, was brushing her teeth. "Hi,
Jenny!" she grinned at the mirror, her teeth covered with suds. Jenny
forced a weak smile in response, and padded back to her room.
As she walked in, Darlene was on the phone. "It's for you, Jennifer."
Darlene said, offering the phone.
Jennifer stared at the phone. It seemed suddenly malevolent, and she
pulled back from it. "Tell him I'm not home." she whispered.
"I already said you were home." insisted Darlene. "Come on, Jennifer.
Stop acting like an idiot and take the phone."
Jennifer reluctantly touched the phone, then hesitated, watching
Darlene's face contort in exasperation. Slowly, summoning her nerve,
Jennifer let her hand wind around the handle, and lifted it to her ear.
"Hello?" she whispered weakly.
"Hello, Jennifer." Mark's voice said back. His voice was bright and
cheery, and Jennifer almost dropped the phone in shock. But she could not.
Her hand was frozen onto it.
"You..." was all she could say.
"Yes. Mark, remember? I hope you enjoyed your last lesson in
obedience, Jennifer. And I hope you've learned from it. I don't want to have
to teach you again."
"What do you want?" Jennifer rasped, her voice catching. Darlene
looked up in concern.
"First of all, I want you to calm down. We wouldn't want your
roommate to find out about our special arrangement, now would it? After
all, the deal was only for you, remember, Jenny? We never said anything
about your roommate, and I would rather not have to take control of her,
too. Neither of us wants me to have to do that, am I right?"
Jennifer forced her voice to be more firm. "Yes. You're right." With
great effort and more self-control than she knew she possessed, Jennifer
flashed Darlene a smile. "Chill, Darlene...everything's fine, it's a friend of
mine from class." Darlene smiled back, relaxed, and continued working on
her math.
Mark laughed. "Very good, Jenny! I think we'll have a good time, you
and I. I suppose you're wondering why I called. Well, I wanted to request
your presence at dinner tomorrow. I'm going out to La Rochelles....its a
snooty french restaurant...and I want you to accompany me. Shall we say,
oh...sevenish?"
He actually paused, and Jennifer was swept away in the whole
surrealness of the situation. He sounded like he was actually asking her
on a date! Over the week since she had first seen Mark, his image had
grown in her mind, until it seemed like he was the devil himself. The way
he asked her out, as if she actually had a choice, took her completely
aback. It was so at odds with her image of him.
"Jennifer?" he asked.
"You ask me like I actually have a choice." she murmured, quietly
enough that Darlene couldn't hear her.
Mark's response was cheery. "Well, you do have a choice. You can
come of your own free will, or I can make you come. Not much of a choice,
I admit..." he let his voice drift away.
"Well, then, I guess seven it is." she said, her voice dripping sarcasm.
She was surprised at how easy it was to talk with Mark. At how easy it
was to let her anger at him overshadow her fear of him. He was a human,
just like her...just with the power to control. It didn't make him perfect;
it didn't make him any better than her.
Jenny's intimidation started to fade.
"I'll pick you up in front of your dorm at seven then, ok? And
naturally you will dress to please me. You are a beautiful young lady, Miss
Cailly. Impress me." And before she could answer, the phone clicked, and
she was left hearing the steady hum of the dial tone.
"Goodbye." she said, to keep up appearances, and passed the phone to
Darlene. Darlene looked at her with open curiousity, which Jenny
studiously pretended not to notice. Finally, Darlene had to speak. "Well?
Who was that?"
"A guy in one of my classes." Jenny said vaguely.
Darlene's face split into a grin. "Really? Is he after you?"
Jennifer suppressed her urge to shudder. Nevertheless, a shiver went
down her spine. "You could say so." she said.
"Wow! Are you after him?"
A long empty pause as Jenny tried to decide how to answer, trying to
figure out how to put Darlene off without making her even more curious.
Finally, the silence, seemed to answer Darlene. She held up her hand. "Oh,
sorry, I know, I'm being nosy. Just don't get a boyfriend without telling
me, ok, Jen?" Jen nodded, and Darlene contentedly returned to her math.
For the rest of the evening, Jenny found she couldn't concentrate. She
kept wondering to herself what would happen the next day. What would
she be forced to do? Her mind jumped from one erotic image to the next,
each one more degrading than the next. Maybe he would make her strip
down right there, in front of the restaurant. It was a possibility. Maybe he
would make her have sex with all the men in the restaurant, one at a
time, until she lay naked, sprawled on the floor as they stood around her,
a toy for their amusement.
The worst part of it was that she realized some of it fascinated her.
She would catch herself playing with an image in her head, over and over,
replaying it and replaying it, until her vagina started to get wet. Usually
then she caught herself, while her mind screamed at her to stop, to stop
thinking about such things, lest it weaken her resolve against his control.
Finally, worried and confused, she fell asleep.
The next day was even worse. She tried to plunge herself into her
studies, but she couldn't concentrate on anything. Her attention span was
gone and she didn't get much of anything out of her classes. By then, her
mind had moved on from imagining what he would do to her to trying to
figure out a way out of his control. She spent almost two and a half hours
trying to decide what to wear. If she disappointed him too much, he would
get mad and make her do worse things. On the other hand, if she looked too
good, he might get too turned on and again make her do worse things. All
the while, she was mad that she was doting so much on him; it was far
more than he deserved. Her final compromise was to wear a modest pretty
green dress with a lot of underwear. She emptied out her underwear
drawer, putting on anything that could go on without looking too strange.
If he was going to make her disrobe, she wasn't going to make it easy on
him.
Seven o'clock started to approach, and she felt sick. Jennifer's
reflection in the mirror was beautiful, and Darlene said over and over
again how gorgeous she was. Jennifer had combed her hair back and tied it
with a green ribbon to match her face. On the whole, she thought she
looked too good; far better than he deserved. It made her sick, that she
was dressing up only to satisfy his taste for the perverse, and not just
morally sick but physically sick. Unfortunately, the paleness of her skin
contrasted well with the rich green of the dress and only made her look
more attractive.
Finally, it came to be seven, and Jennifer composed herself and
walked down to the lobby. Her fingernails were bitten down; it was a
habit she had when she was nervous, and she was very nervous. Until she
came downstairs and saw him waiting for her.
It had been a week, and Jennifer had almost forgotten what he looked
like. Almost. As soon as she entered the lobby she saw his dark italian
features and his smug grin. He was waiting near the payphones, dressed in
a dark suit and tie. Jennifer would have thought he was handsome under
normal circumstances, but this time she could only see him as a repulsive
monster.
"Hi, Jennifer." She froze. He walked over and took her hand. She felt
faint; he radiated smug confidence, along with the subtle scent of some
cologne, and when he took her hand, she did not resist. He pressed a kiss
to the back of her hand, his eyes looking deep into hers, a smirk hovering
on his lips. "You look gorgeous, my lovely slave Jennifer. I am very
pleased. I was afraid I would have to teach you another lesson."
She still couldn't speak. She hadn't really been prepared to see him
again, and she was too shaken to do anything. He took her hand and led her
outside to where a limo waited. The limo driver opened the door for her,
and she dropped onto the seat. Mark slid in next to her, and the driver
closed the door.
"You see?" smiled Mark. "Only the best for us." The chauffer settled
in the front seat and started the engine.
"To La Rochelles, Mr. Wells." Mark commanded, and the driver pulled
away from the curb.
Jennifer finally found her voice. "Is he...he's controlled, too?"
"Yes, he's under my power at the moment." said Mark. "I thought we
could drive there in style." She felt him plant a soft kiss on her cheek. She
breathed in slightly, but otherwise didn't react, kept her eyes staring
forward. "Only the best for you, my slave." He leaned forward and started
making a drink from the bar.
Jennifer watched him mix the different liquors together into what
looked like a martini. The seat was very soft and luxurious, but she was
too tense to enjoy it. Mark took a sip, and seemed to notice this. "Hey,
relax, Jennifer. You're too tense. I don't like to see you tense."
His words seemed to come from a distance. "Is that an order?" she
murmured.
"No, just a suggestion. You'll have a better time if you just relax.
Want something to drink?" he indicated the bar.
"I don't drink."
Mark smiled. "Good!" he emptied his glass, and set it on the bar. "So,
how was your day?"
Jenny looked at him to see if he was serious. Once again, the whole
situation was becoming surreally normal. Too much like a real date. She
was almost too stunned to answer. Outside, the streetlights were
slipping one by one past the car. Distantly, she heard the chauffer put on
the signal, and the limo made a left turn.
She gradually focused on Mark's face. It was in shadows, but she
could make out his grin. "How can you ask that?" she finally answered.
"All day, all I could think of was this." Her voice was frighteningly
neutral to her ears. She sounded dead.
He slipped his hand back behind her head and pulled her forward. She
was too numb to resist, and he brushed his lips against hers. "Good. As
well it should be, slave." She could smell the alcohol on his breath.
The car stopped, and Jennifer realized that they had already reached
the restaurant. The chauffer had pulled in front, and got out of the car to
open their doors. Mark was on the right side, so he got out first. He took
Jenny's hand to lead her out, and she once again felt too lost to resist.
They entered the restaurant, leaving the chauffer to take care of
himself for awhile. The head waiter immediately came forward, a small
well-dressed gentleman. "Mr. Antonio!" he said in an obsequious french
accent. "How good it is to see you again! I have saved you your usual
table." The waiter led the way to a small elegant table on the side of the
restaurant.
Mark pulled Jennifer along, and she wondered to herself whether he
was trying to impress her with all this fanciness and glitz. It was like
dating a movie star, she supposed, only she knew that like her, all these
others were just under Mark's control. It was his power that made this all
possible. Still, she had to admit she was a little swept away with it all.
It was certainly the most impressive first date she had been on. And thus
far, he had been relatively nice and polite, despite his habit of calling her
'slave.' He certainly did not seem like the monster she had thought him.
Of course, Jenny admitted to herself, she had not resisted yet. Still,
her apprehension at being with Mark faded, and she started to relax.
She realized that the head waiter had pulled out her chair, and she
sat down across from Mark. The head waiter walked off, and Jennifer
heard him telling someone to 'take good care of Mr. Antonio.'
The restaurant was very elegant, one of those romantic places with
low lights and candles in the middle of the table. A place for lovers. Mark
looked at her over the table, his eyes glinting. "So, Miss Cailly, what do
you think so far?"
"You seem to have gone to a lot of trouble to impress me." she said
hesitantly, not sure what his reaction would be.
He only nodded slightly to her, his eyes dancing in the candlelight.
"And are you impressed?"
"Well, yes." she admitted reluctantly, meeting his eyes. "That is, I'm
impressed with your power."
"Good." he said. "You should be." He waved his hand at the restaurant.
"You see, Jennifer, to be my slave is not such a bad thing. I ask very little
from you, and look how much you can receive! Is this life so bad?"
As soon as he mentioned what he asked of her, her mind flashed back
to when she had been in the park. The man on the bench, his eyes flashing
confusion, shock, and above all, ecstacy. Her fingers slick with sperm, his
sperm. Her breasts bared for everyone's appraisal. This was very little?
He stole her freedom, he made her an object for some boy's pleasure.
"How can you say that?" she burst, louder than she had intended.
"How can you possibly expect me to exchange my freedom for this? Can
you honestly believe I accept what you ask of me?"
Mark's dark eyebrows narrowed. "I would ask you to keep your voice
down, Jenny. I don't want a slave of mine to disrupt the dinners of others.
It reflects poorly on me."
"What?" asked Jennifer. "How..."
"In fact...." interrupted Mark, and his voice was now very stern. "I
think that if you raise your voice again, you will remove an article of
clothing. Starting now."
"What?" asked Jennifer, and then she remembered his power. He had
just used it on her. She quickly became quiet.
"That's better." said Mark. "I'm sorry, Jennifer, but you must
remember who you are yelling at. I am your master. Whether you like it or
not. Please apologize."
"I'm sorry." Jennifer said quietly. She inwardly cursed herself for
making him mad.
"That's better." He reached under the table and pulled out a bag. "Now,
Jennifer, I said before that you were very beautiful, and you are, and I am
happy with how you dressed to please me. However, I am displeased with
what you wore. You are over-dressed for this situation. Fortunately, I
brought you an outfit to wear." He indicated the bag.
Oh, god, thought Jennifer to herself. He's going to make me change,
out here, in public. She realized this with cold certainty.
Almost as if he read her mind, Mark said "Oh, don't worry. You can go
to the bathroom to change." Jennifer was so relieved she actually smiled.
She took the bag from him and got up to head to the bathroom.
"Oh." his voice followed her. "Of course, I meant the MEN's bathroom."
She turned, shocked. He was casually examining the tablecloth.
"And naturally you won't displease me by changing in the stall." He
lifted his eyes, and they flashed malevolently at her.
Jennifer opened her mouth to argue, but knew by the look in his eyes
that it would do no good. Finally, she turned, and walked to the bathroom.
At first she hovered by the door to the woman's bathroom, acting
like she was preparing to go in, but actually looking at the door to the
men's bathroom. She held the bag he had given her tightly in her arms, and
her stomach rose and fell like a roller coaster. What if a guy was already
in there? How long should she wait, before she went in? How long did
guys take to pee, anyhow? Then she realized that the longer she waited,
the greater the chance that some other man would enter while she was
changing. Finally, she gritted her teeth and pushed through the door.
The bathroom was empty, and she exhaled. At least she didn't have to
worry about that. She checked the door on the off-chance that it had a
lock. No such luck.
She hesitated only a second, realizing that the longer she took, the
greater the chance of being interrupted. Cautiously, she pushed open the
door and took a peek outside, to see if anyone was making a beeline to the
bathroom. No one. She was safe for awhile.
She stood in front of the mirror, and quickly pulled down the zipper
to her dress. As she stepped out of it, she remembered how much
underwear she wore underneath it. Another quick peek out the door; no
one.
"Come on, Jenny, get on with it before you get caught." she muttered.
She kept her shoes on; they wouldn't get in the way too much. She reached
into the bag and looked at what she had been provided with. Her heart
sank. The black leather skirt was very short, the panties very slim, and
she couldn't find a bra. The silk blouse was fairly sheer; her nipples would
be very visible through them. "What a sleaze." she said, but at least it was
better than nothing.
She started to pull of her various undergarments, pulling the slips
over her head. She slipped off the panties (she had worn four pairs),
pantyhose and the silk underskirts all at the same time, and felt really
vulnerable, seeing her black pubic triangle reflected in the mirror. Was
that someone at the door? Seconds passed, no one entered. Just her
imagination. Jenny cursed herself for letting time slip by and pulled on
the tiny panties he had provided her with. They barely covered her rear
end, and in the front she had pubic hair protruding from the top of the
waistband. Still it had to do. She pulled on the skirt frantically, almost
losing her balance, and experienced some temporary relief at being more
decent. The skirt was fairly tight, and clung to her rear end. But at least
it covered her.
Next she pulled off the various silk tops, and finally unsnapped her
bra. She tore at it, trying to get it off, almost getting tangled in it, but
finally, it fell to the floor. Her breasts were free, and she once again felt
exposed.
And then she heard the door opening.
The man who entered looked at least as shocked as she was. His eyes
stared at her chest, and she realized what kind of show she was giving
him. She quickly reached down to snag the blouse, only to fumble it away
in her scrambling.
The man was quicked to recover. "I think one of us is in the wrong
bathroom." he said, in a cultured english accent. He leaned on the counter,
and made no move to avert his eyes from Jenny's naked breasts.
"Yes, I'm sorry." mumbled Jenny. "Let me finish changing, and I'll
leave." She was acutely aware at how her breasts jounced around as she
bent down to pick up the blouse, and acutely aware of how his brown eyes
were locked onto her brown nipples.
"Oh, take your time. It's not often that I see such a beautiful naked
woman as yourself."
Was that meant as a compliment? Jennifer would have taken it more
so if the man's lecherous eyes weren't so frozen on her nipples. At least
he could see what her face looked like.
"You have such lovely breasts. May I....touch them?" Jenny's eyes
widened in shock, and she focused on the man again. He was running his
hand over the bathroom counter, slowly, fondling it. His breathing was a
little too quick, and his eyes a little too intense.
"No!" she shouted, and then, for some reason, she was compelled to
remove her shoe. The man had started to drift closer to her, and now he
rubbed his hands together in front of him.
She frantically pulled the blouse over her head, and over her torso.
Looking down, she realized it did little good. The fabric was sheer enough
that her breasts were still very visible, and she didn't have time to do up
the buttons. Still, it was apparently as decent as she was going to get.
"They look so soft...so lovely..."
"Go away!" Jennifer pushed aside his advancing hands, and stuffed
everything she could in the bag, including her two shoes. She grabbed the
bag and pushed through the man toward the door. As she passed him, she
felt one of his hands brush over her left breast. His palm stroked across
her nipple in what felt like a burst of electricity that coarsed through her
body. Then she was out the door and making her way toward Mark,
buttoning the blouse as she went.
Mark apparently had ordered for her. A plate of steaming Escargot
waited for her as she sat down, and Mark was a third of the way finished
with some chicken dish. He looked up as she approached, and let his eyes
wander over her body.
"Very nice!" he smiled.
She dropped into her seat. "Damn you!" she growled, careful to keep
her voice down... after all, she couldn't afford to lose anymore clothes. "I
almost got raped in there, you know!"
He shook his head. "You wouldn't have gotten raped." He stuck a
forkful of chicken into his mouth.
"He was there, damn it! He wanted to touch my breasts! He would
have raped me if I hadn't gotten away!" She said this before she realized
it, louder than she intended, and immediately her fingers were working at
the buttons of the blouse, even as she struggled to control them, and soon
the blouse was unbuttoned. Her hands pulled apart the two sides, and she
felt the air against her breasts. Her hands dropped.
"Can you blame him?" asked Mark, admiring her. "You have such lovely
breasts, my slave." And he sipped a glass of wine as Jennifer lay open to
his, and the restaurants, view. She could feel her face hot with shame.
Finally, Mark spoke. "Button your blouse, Jenny." She felt her hands
released from whatever power held them, and she quickly covered herself
again. Frantically, she looked around, and was relieved to see no one
appeared to have noticed her when she was exposed. She turned back to
Mark, to see him staring deep into her eyes. She was caught, held, by
those eyes.
"There are two lessons you need to learn as my slave, Jennifer. The
first is obedience. You are learning this; you performed my bathroom
instructions very well, and without complaint. I am pleased. The second
thing is that you need to learn to have faith in me. I am your master,
Jennifer, and that means that not only do you serve me, but I am
responsible for you. That means I don't let you get hurt. I don't let men
rape you. I don't let you catch diseases or get pregnant. I control, Jenny,
situations as well as people." He dropped his eyes, and she felt as if he
had released her from some spell. "That man would never have raped you,
not with me around." muttered Mark. He said no more, only worked on
eating his chicken.
Jennifer watched him eat, and then starting poking at her escargot.
It tasted really good, in a rich butter sauce, and she started to eat. After
awhile, she even stopped caring that her breasts were visible through the
sheer blouse.
When the waiter came, he seemed to pay very close attention to
Jennifer's chest, and was very nervous around her. Nothing Jenny could do
about it, so she let him have his view. Mark informed the waiter that they
were done.
"Very good, sir. And naturally, that will be on the house."
"Naturally." said Mark. "You have given us very good service. I would
like to give you an especially good tip."
The waiter bowed his head modestly.
Mark continued. "You seem to admire the breasts of my slave there,
do you not?" Jennifer's eyes widened. The waiter looked at her chest and
nodded. "Well," said Mark. "Would you like to feel them? That will be your
tip."
The waiter looked a bit taken aback with this offer, but he looked at
Jennifer's breasts and smiled. "Oh, yes, sir. Thank you."
Mark looked at Jennifer. "Jenny, would you...?" Jenny opened her
mouth to protest, then thought better of it, looking at the waiter. Why not
let him have his fun? If he's gentle, then I might even enjoy it. She drew
in her breath, reached down, unbuttoned her blouse, and opened it.
The man pressed his hands onto her chest, his palms aligned with her
nipples. His hands were cold, and Jennifer gasped a little to feel their
touch. Then he started to stroke her, moving his hands in circles over the
tips of her nipples, and the electricity she had felt before was repeated a
hundred fold. If I enjoy this, I may never be able to resist Mark's control
again, Jennifer thought, but she couldn't help herself. The waiter stroked
her, working her breasts like a sculptor, and she arched her back, pressing
them against his hands. She closed her eyes, letting herself drift into the
sensation of the hands teasing and playing with her. Finally, she felt them
reluctantly from her, and she opened her eyes, coming back to the real
world. She realized her panties were very wet.
"You must be a sculptor." she told the waiter, touching his hand.
"Thank you."
He bowed his head. "It is easy to sculpt what is already beautiful,
madam." And he walked off.
Mark was looking at her, intrigued. "You enjoyed that." he said.
Jennifer blushed and looked down, quickly rebuttoning her blouse. When
she peeked up again, Mark was grinning. "Good. Good." he said. Then he took
her by the hand and led her outside to where the limo awaited.
They drove back in silence, and Mark released her back to her dorm,
once again brushing her lips with his and sending her on her way. Jennifer
had already walked through most of the dorm before she realized she was
still wearing the sheer blouse. She hadn't noticed if anyone else had been
staring at her; she thought probably they had been. It was late, but not
very late, and Darlene was probably still up, so Jennifer went instead to
the bathroom, where she closed the door, sat on the seat, and tried to
come to grips with her confusing emotions and desires.
Controlling Jennifer III: Power Play
The library was a frightening place. It didn't seem like it had been
built all at once, with one plan and one idea; instead it seemed like every
extra room attached onto the main floor had been tacked on as an
afterthought, and the result was a jumble of rooms with no rhyme or
reason to their layout. When Jennifer had gone through orientation upon
arriving at Jefferson college, they had been given a small tour of the
library, a tour of the more important rooms. The librarian had laughed and
remarked that she had worked at the library for five years, and thought
she knew everything about it, until a couple days earlier when she had
discovered another stairwell she hadn't known about. "You see?" said the
librarian. "You're always discovering things in the library!" Jennifer, who
at the time already found the library intimidating, hadn't found that
comment particularly reassuring.
Even worse, the confusion of the library's layout bred small isolated
pockets of gloomy emptiness, and these gave Jennifer the creeps. She
hated wandering through the older shelves, looking for obscure books. The
shelves were always looming monoliths, and the atmosphere reminded her
of a hedge maze. As a result, she hardly ever went down into the stacks
unless she had to, and she rarely even came to the library at all.
Unfortunately, this time she had to be there. It was tuesday, and the
physics midterm was thursday and Jennifer had never felt more
unprepared for a test in her entire life. She was usually a very good
student, but now she had a hard time concentrating on anything. Studying
in her room, with Darlene humming Janet Jackson tunes and the phone
looming next to her had proved impossible. Finally, she had packed her
bags, cursed the requirement that made her take such a boring class as
physics, and gone to the library. Once there, she settled in a somewhat
isolated row of desks on the third floor. It offered her quiet, plus the
security of knowing that the periodicals section was very close and while
she had quiet she was never quite alone.
Jennifer opened her books to study, but her eyes drifted over to the
graffiti on the desk. "What do you do with your hormones?" one scrawled
remark read. The answer, written below it, read: "If your whore moans,
put your dick in her mouth!" Next to this witty statement was a pencil
depiction of a set of obscenely enlarged male gentalia, and below that "I
want to fuck Lori W." Jenny's eyes lingered on this last statement. Who
was Lori? Did she know that some library vandal wanted to sleep with
her? Or was she oblivious? Watched from afar, perhaps, him waiting for
the right moment to spring on her. Jennifer shook her head and pushed a
paper over the offending graffiti. Back to physics. No more distractions.
Soon, however, her mind was wandering again. To Jacob, and what
had happened between them on saturday night. She had finally given in to
his appeals to talk. He had been pressuring her since that first day, the
first day she had met Mark, to talk about what had occured between them.
Finally, she made herself face him, and they had talked. He had tried to
get her to tell him what was going on, but she wouldn't. He had tried to
get her to become more serious with him, to become his "girlfriend", but
she refused to do this too. She didn't need the complications of having a
boyfriend along with everything else. Finally, he had seduced her. Well,
not really seduced; she had been a fairly willing participant. Why had she
given in to his pressuring? Well, it had seemed like a good idea at the
time, but after the fact she couldn't think of why she had given in. It had
been a mistake, she reflected in hindsight; it had given him the exact
message she was trying not to give him, the message that there might be
something between them. The night had ended up disappointing for both;
Jacob had apparently been expecting another wild sexual encounter like
their previous time. But Jennifer wasn't really like that; it had been
Mark's power that had made her act that way before. She liked to go slow
and take her time with the whole thing. The end result was that Jacob
became impatient, and Jennifer became impatient with his impatience,
and the whole thing hadn't been satisfying for either of them. And now
Jacob was doting on her, as if she was a possession of his. Just what she
didn't need.
"After all..." she whispered. "I belong to Mark!" and she smiled grimly
at the irony of the whole thing. She didn't want to be a possession, but
unfortunately she was forced into it. "Why even bother studying physics?"
she muttered. "I'm just a toy for Mark anyhow." Mark, thankfully, hadn't
called her since their 'date' at La Rochelles, almost a week before.
Jennifer was still troubled with what had happened at that restaurant,
particularly with what she had done at the end of the night. Mark had
offered her breasts to the waiter as a 'tip', and Jennifer had submitted
herself to letting the waiter fondle her in the middle of the restaurant.
True, she hadn't really had a choice, and Mark could have forced her to do
it anyhow with his power. But that hadn't really been her reason for
submitting to it. The idea had appealed to her, and she had enjoyed the
waiters hands. This was what bothered her. Everytime she didn't resist,
she fell deeper and deeper into his control. And this scared her.
Jennifer realized she was becoming distracted from her physics
again. "Argh!!!" she muttered to herself. "Jenny, study, darn it! Remember,
you have a test!" She forced her eyes to start reading the page in front of
her.
"Well, well, well!" A voice said above her. "Jennifer Cailly! Fancy
meeting you here."
Jennifer recognized the voice with horror, and looking up confirmed
her suspicions. Leaning on the top of the little wall that separated her
desk from the others was Mark. He was smiling down at her.
Instead of inspiring horror, however, the sight of his face only
served to exasperate her. "Mark!" she said. "Argh!!! Not right now! I don't
need this right now!" Mark's eyes widened, and he pulled back slightly.
Jenny realized what she was saying and caught herself. "Look, Mark..." her
voice rushed forward. "Look, I'm sorry, but whatever you want, I can't...I
just can't! I have to study for a major physics test. Please leave me
alone? Please? Can't you control me later? Just leave me alone now." She
fixed her eyes on his, trying to convey her desperation in her gaze.
Mark gaped at her for a moment, then his eyes narrowed. "Who said I
wanted to control you?" his voice was a cold monotone, and Jennifer's
spirits sank. "Maybe I was just checking to see how my slave was. Next
time I come over and greet you, you will say 'Hello, master. What can I do
for you today?' Say it now."
Jennifer's spirits plummeted. There was no winning. Her appeal to
him had only succeeded in making him angry, and now he was going to
make her pay for it. Oddly enough, her greatest regret was that she would
not be able to get any studying done after all. "Hello, master. What can I
do for you today?'" she recited. She pushed aside her books. Looked like
studying would have to wait.
"That's better." said Mark, smiling thinly. "I think you need to be
taught a lesson, my slave. You need to be taught to be more respectful to
your master. Listen: YOU do not decide when I can exercise my control
over you. I will do so whenever I desire. If this is clear, say 'I will do
whatever my master wills WHENever my master wills.' Say it!"
"I will do whatever my master wills whenever my master wills." she
repeated. It's not as if I have any choice in the matter, she thought to
herself.
"Very good. I'm sure you will learn in time." Mark smiled again, and
then he paused, his smile slowly fading as the pause stretched out. He's
trying to figure out what to do, Jennifer realized. He doesn't have
anything planned. She looked down and noticed with interest that he was
carrying an economics book. Was he an econ major? Or a business major?
Jennifer's mind was immediately completely taken with this revelation.
He was a student here, too! It made sense, but it really didn't fit with her
image of him. After all, she was a student. If he was a student, too, that
put him on equal terms with her. A very strange concept, to think of Mark
the controller maybe being in the same class as her.
And it also meant he was probably here to study, too. Maybe he really
DIDN'T come to control me, Jennifer mused. Could it be just coincidence
that he happened to see me here studying? It certainly seemed that way.
Next time, Jenny told herself bitterly, keep your mouth shut. She looked
back up at Mark.
Mark was moving around her, until he sat at the desk beside her. His
eyes were on her skirt, and they had lighted up. Uh, oh, thought Jennifer.
He's got something.
"I wish to inspect you, slave Jennifer. To make sure you meet with
my approval. Please lift up your skirt so that I can see under it."
Jennifer took a quick look around to see if anyone else was watching.
No one else was even around. She turned back to Mark, and lifted up her
skirt so that he could see under. She had worn plain white panties, so she
wasn't really showing him anything. Nevertheless, the act disgusted her.
"I need to make my stand." she thought to herself. "This time...I need to
fight his power with all my concentration, see if I can face it down. If I
can, I'm free."
Mark looked at her panties, and then back up to her. His eyes were
disapproving, and he shook his head. "I'm afraid I am displeased, my slave.
Your panties are blocking my view of your lovely pussy. Please walk over
to that rubbish can, remove them, and throw them away. You do not need
them."
Jenny's heart pounded. Was this the time to resist? She looked
around and couldn't see anyone. Maybe not now, she thought. It would be
better to resist if it was something REALLY bad that he wanted her to do.
If she was really against the act, she would be able to fight against his
power all the better. "And I really only get one chance..." she thought. "If I
fail, then I may never have the will to resist again."
For now, she would comply. Jennifer stood up and walked over to the
garbage can. She looked around once more to make sure no one was
watching. Fortunately, she stood in the midst of a line of bookshelves, and
she was relatively hidden. She slipped her fingers under her skirt and
hooked them onto the waistband of her panties. Fully aware that Mark was
probably watching her intently from behind, she quickly slipped her
panties over her thighs and down her legs, being careful not to lift her
skirt anymore than she had to. She stepped out of the underwear and
dropped it into the garbage.
It felt very strange to wear a skirt without underwear, something
Jenny had never done before, and it was a strange sensation to feel the
air against her bare flesh under the skirt. It felt weird when she walked
back to her desk. An odd feeling of freedom. She looked at Mark and he
nodded in approval.
"Here." he said. "Sit down." She did. Be ready, she told herself. "Now
lift her skirt again." Mark commanded. "I wish to inspect you again."
Jennifer mentally dug in, ready to resist whatever compulsions he
gave her. "I will not." she said slowly, emphasizing each word.
"What?" Mark stared at her, seemingly taken aback.
"I said I won't! I'm not going to bare myself to you right smack in the
middle of the library. No. I won't." She stared at him defiantly.
He seemed more shocked than angry at her resistance. For a second
he could only stare at her. "What are you doing, Jenny?" he asked, and he
asked it like an actual question, like he seriously couldn't believe what
she was doing. "Why are you acting like this?"
"What do you mean, what am I doing? I'm saying no!" She glared at
him.
He was dumbfounded. "But why? I mean, I can just use my power, you
know that..."
Jennifer was getting irritated. She wished he'd use his power
already. She was ready to resist it. "So then use your power! Either use
your power to make me do what you want, or go away and let me study my
damn physics!" She was getting angry now. That was good. Anger would
help her resist.
"Ok." said Mark, his eyes down, and the reluctance in his voice
surprised her. "I'll use my power." He raised his eyes. "I'm going to go
down to the lounge and get a soda. While I'm gone, here's what will
happen. I'm going to leave my watch here. For the first thirty seconds of
every minute, your body will build up to orgasm. But it will never reach
orgasm, and at the end of the thirty seconds, you will come down again.
Until the beginning of the next minute, when you will start to build up
again. This will keep happening, until you prop your feet on this chair,
spread your legs, and lift your skirt so your pussy is visible. Once I have
seen that you have done this, I will return, and you will stop building up
to orgasm." Mark took off his watch, and stood up. Jennifer watched as he
left.
"Okay, Jennifer." Jenny spoke out loud to herself. "This is it. Time to
break his power. You just have to be confident. Have to be ready. Have to
be.. ur!" She looked at the watch, and it had started the minute. And
indeed, pleasure was building up within her. "No, it isn't, damn it!" she
gritted her teeth. It's all an illusion. "I don't feel anything at all." She
pulled out her physics book and made herself concentrate on the page.
"The word equilibrium implies that the body is either at rest..." she
recited. The pleasure was still building, making her pause, but she forced
it down. "or that it's center of mass is moving at constant velocity." The
pleasure started to ease through her again, but then abruptly it started to
ebb. "Did I beat it? Urg...no, the thirty seconds just ended." Jennifer
pushed the watch out of her line of sight and forced physics into her
brain.
When the pleasure began again, it was more powerful, and she gasped
despite herself. "Oh, god." she whispered. "Remember, Jen...be angry!" She
thought of what Mark wanted her to do, and that generated enough anger
to push back the pleasure. However, it was a constant battle; if she
released her concentration even a little bit, the pleasure started to race
through her body. Finally, it again started to ebb, and she felt a little
disappointed. Then she caught herself. "No! That's what he wants! Come on,
Jen.... remember that this ISN'T good pleasure. Resist it! You don't want to
feel it!"
The next time, the pleasure didn't just build up, it burst within her,
and she arched her back against her will, gasping. "Oh! Oh god! Please...give
me strength!" She again pushed it back, fighting it every step of the way.
She didn't make much headway, but at least she kept it from gaining on
her, and finally it started to ebb again. This time when it ebbed, it left
her feeling empty, and despite herself, she looked forward to it building
up again. As it ebbed, she became aware at how slick she was getting
between her legs. "Darn." she said. "I don't want to stain my skirt." She
started to get up to retrieve her panties when the fourth wave coursed
through her body.
Jennifer crumpled to her seat. This was the most intense yet, and
Jennifer only kept it back reminding herself over and over what Mark
wanted him to do. "Mark is an asshole! He's a sleaze! A mind-raper!" she
told herself. "Damn it, girl, resist him!" These last two words came out
more as high-pitched moans than as words, but they helped. The fourth
wave finally began to ebb. And Jennifer started to crave release. As she
gasped in the interim, she quickly pulled out her keys and pushed them
deep into her palm, hoping the pain would counteract the pleasure.
When the next wave hit, she dropped her keys, and could only clutch
at the table as her body was wracked with the escalating physical
pleasure that splashed over her body. All resistance disappeared with this
wave. Her body was left trembling as it finally ebbed, trembling and
frustrated. Her hand fell between her legs, stroking herself, but she could
get no pleasure from this. It continued to ebb.
Then it hit again. "Oh! Oh!" Jenny yelped, thrashing on her chair. Her
hand was still touching herself through her skirt, but now every little bit
of pressure caused warm electricity to launch through her body. "Oh! Oh,
God! I'm gonna come!" But before she could, it slipped away from her. Her
eyes dripped tears of frustration. Not only was she not able to resist, but
she was even denied the orgasm that would have made it worth it.
Again the pleasure hit, and Jennifer had had enough. She pressed her
feet against Mark's chair, spread her legs, and lifted her skirt so that her
slit was visible. She trembled to be so exposed, with her legs spread so
lewdly, but then the pleasure slammed into her again, and she could think
no more.
She rode the wave of pleasure, and when it started to back down, she
looked at her exposed slit, dripping with juice, and wished and wished
that Mark would return, so she could cover herself and not have to endure
this frustration and embarassment. And then the next wave hit.
When this went down, she looked up, and Mark was there. He was
smiling, looking at her trembling before him, her face flushed and a
driplet of sweat running down her cheek. His eyes fell between her legs,
and he reached his finger forward to run a finger from her clitoris down
to the bottom of her lips. She could only tremble at his touch, all
resistance gone. All she wanted now was to come. To find release.
"I told you resistance was a useless waste of effort, Jenny. I'll have
my way no matter what you do, so you might as well let me have my way
from the beginning. Have you learned, Jenny?"
"Yes." she said. "Yes, I've learned."
"Good." he said. "Now I want to watch you get yourself off." He pushed
Jennifer's feet off his chair and sat down facing her. "Go ahead...you know.
Finger yourself." He watched her intently. Jennifer didn't care that he
watched. She dropped her finger onto her clit and started to massage it,
building herself up for the release she so needed. The pleasure came
again, and she was almost scared that it would disappear, but it didn't
ebb, but grew and grew. Finally, it exploded through her, and she spasmed
in her chair, experiencing the biggest orgasm of her life. Her whole body
seemed to be feeling pleasure simultaneously, from her fingers to her
toes, and she almost passed out from sensory overload. She couldn't say
how long it lasted, but when it finished she was very satisfied. She lay
back gasping.
"Wow." was all she could say.
She noticed that he was watching her face intently, which she found
curious, as she would have expected him to still be staring at her exposed
vagina. "You look like you enjoyed that." he said. It was phrased more like
a question that a statement.
Jennifer pulled down her skirt. "Wow. That was the fiercest orgasm
I've ever had." she whispered.
"Really?" Mark seemed pleased.
Jennifer didn't answer, but looked around to see if she was being
watched. And she discovered with shock that she was. A tall man was
peering at her from one of the book shelves. Looking down, she saw that
he had his cock out. It was hard, and he was stroking it, his eyes boring
into her. As Jennifer met his eyes, he smiled; a slow, sleazy smile of
contempt, and as he did so he rubbed his dick and spurted white jism
towards her. The white syrup dribbled to the floor. Jennifer almost
vomited. I'm just a pussy to him, she realized. A pervert's wet dream. She
felt very sick.
Mark noticed. "What's wrong, Jen?" he asked. Then he noticed the
strange man. "You stupid FUCK!" he exploded, standing up. The man gaped at
Mark, and started to put away his cock, backing slowly.
Jennifer looked up at Mark and was surprised to see the fury in his
eyes. She spun back to watch the strange man.
She heard Mark's voice behind her, cold and deathly. "Worms are
eating into your brain." he intoned. And the man screamed. He clutched
his head, falling to the ground. Spasming, shrieking, scraping at his
face as if to claw away the worms.
Jennifer looked at Mark with complete and utter horror. He turned to
look deep into her eyes, and his eyes were jumping and frantic as he read
what was there. "Oh, Jenny, I'm sorry..." he started, and then he grabbed
his book. "Stop!" he yelled at the man, and the man stopped his tormented
writhing and lay still. Mark looked back at Jenny, and before she could
react, pressed a hard kiss against her lips. She gasped. He looked at her
once more, and then was gone, racing from the room with his book and his
watch clutched in his hand.
Jennifer sat for a moment, then scrambled to gather her own things
and leave. The man lay still. She raced out, and it wasn't until she got
back to her room that she remembered she had left her panties back in the
garbage can.
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