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Mind Frequency Ch. 01

By: icehead



This is only the third story I've submitted to the site, and the first one that's been this serious.  Any feedback I can get would be much appreciated.  This is a concept I've been devising for a long time, and I hope you like it.

Casey knew he had to be dreaming. There was no way he could actually have received something that did what his uncle said it did. Casey knew his uncle to be a brilliant inventor, who had created many bizarre things that were never patented, but a device that could actually control people’s minds? That had to be impossible!

Casey was about half-way through his senior year in high school, and had turned eighteen a few months ago. At this point, his uncle decided he was old enough to entrusted with his most secret invention. It consisted of a device about the same size and shape as a toaster oven that supposedly emitted a sound frequency specifically attuned to human brainwaves. The resulting effect rendered those exposed completely obedient to whomever might issue a command to them until the frequency dissipated after approximately two hours, or when it was deliberately turned off. 

Along with it, Casey also received a small cardboard box that contained six small gadgets that looked designed to fit onto the ear. His uncle told him that these were the frequency neutralizers, and that he should never ever operate the frequency without wearing one on his ear, because that was the only thing that would prevent him from being affected by the frequency himself.

Casey had to take a minute to think things through. This thing, if it worked, would make him one of the most powerful people on the planet. If he wasn’t careful with this power, the consequences could be horrendous.

His train of thought was suddenly broken by the sound of a knock on the door. Casey snapped back to reality in an instant. Erin was supposed to be dropping by this afternoon to study with him. He could always brood about this thing another time, so he stashed the device in his room and went to answer the door.

Erin had been Casey’s friend for a number of years now, and these study times were a frequent thing between them. Erin had curly dark hair, a fairly pretty complexion behind her glasses, and a body that did tend to turn a few heads now and then. So far, Casey had never viewed that body of hers with any real reaction other than it belonged to a friend. Things were about to change. Phenomenally.

"Hi Casey!" she beamed.

"Hi! Come on in."

He led her inside and up the stairs towards his room, the two of them conversing as they casually did. As they arrived in his room and started to break out the books, thoughts began racing through Casey’s mind. What if his uncle’s invention actually worked? What better time to test it than now? No one else was in the house besides him and his guest. He could try it out now just to see if it worked. But would it be right for him to use it on one of his best friends? And yet, if he didn’t, who else was he going to test it on?

Ultimately Casey made up his mind. He would try it on her now. First he would have to get her out of the room to get out the device and set the distance for the frequency to cover. "Hey, Erin, you want to run down to the kitchen and grab us a couple of cokes out of the fridge?"

"Oh, sure," she agreed without a second thought. As soon as she had left the room, Casey pulled the gadget out of the closet and fitted one of the little neutralizers onto his ear. Into the little data console, he inputted the direction for the frequency to cover a radius of fifteen feet; nowhere outside the house.

The sound of light footsteps heralded Erin’s return as Casey finished preparations. She set the two coke cans down on the computer table and walked over for a casual look at what Casey might be up to. "What’cha doing?" she asked lightly.

"An experiment," was Casey’s only answer before taking the bull by the horns and flipping the switch. For a second, Casey noticed nothing, until he spun around to look at Erin. The device wasn’t making any sound that he could hear, but Erin evidently heard something because her hands were pressed over her ears. Her eyes were shut, her body trembled violently as she stood curled forward, and a loud moan of agony poured from her mouth. Casey had to stop this! Erin was in pain! He extended his hand for the switch, but stopped in mid-motion as the continuous moan ceased. He looked at her again. She was bent over further, and her trembling had become less violent, but whatever was happening to her hadn’t stopped yet. He still should have turned the thing off, but he found himself transfixed on what was happening to Erin and couldn’t look away. 

A few more seconds passed, and Erin slowly ceased her movements, dropped her hands, opened her eyes and straightened up. The look in her eyes was completely blank. It was gradually becoming clear that this device worked as advertised. What Erin had just gone through must have been the induction process. Now she was completely under and awaiting instructions.

Perhaps he had best test his authority now. "Erin, raise your right knee." Erin raised her knee. Casey grinned slyly. "Hop on your left foot." Erin hopped up and down on one foot. Casey chuckled with triumph. "You can stop. Put your foot down." She did. Now what else could he make her do?

Erin was the kind of trustworthy teenager and model student who did well in all her classes, who didn’t swear often, and rarely talked about sex. With that in mind, Casey thought of making her say something that Erin would never say of her own free will. "Erin, say ‘I’m a damn dirty fucking ho.’"

"I’m a damn dirty fucking ho."

Casey stopped. Hearing Erin say those words had a bizarre effect on him. For the first time his eyes began drifting towards his friend’s nicely molded body. He began to wonder if maybe this would be his best possible chance of seeing what that body of hers really looked like. After all, his uncle did say that those under the frequency’s influence remember nothing that occurred while under when they are released, so he wouldn’t have to worry about losing a friend. "Erin, remove your blouse please."

Erin obediently began unbuttoning her blouse, tossing it aside when she was finished. Little if anything was left up to the imagination by her silk bra. Casey wasn’t satisfied yet, though. "Erin, take your pants off." Erin unfastened and unzipped her jeans and slid them down her legs. Now she stood before him in full lingerie. But he still wanted more. "Take off your bra." Erin reached around behind her and unfastened her bra, letting it drop to the floor, displaying her gorgeous, succulent breasts to him.

Casey suddenly remembered something else his uncle had told him: the mind-control frequency would allow him to control not only a person’s actions, but their moods and emotions as well. Somehow it seemed only fair if Erin shared the feelings he was feeling right now. "Erin, I want you to start feeling sexually aroused. I want you to start feeling horny." He waited a moment, and gradually began to notice her breathing harder, and her fingers trying to inch their way downstairs. Her panties also began growing rather moist. He decided to allow her some degree of relief. "Erin, I want you to start playing with your tits."

Erin grabbed a hold of herself by the boobs and began kneading the nipples like dough. As she did this, Casey began to realize that if she was going to be getting some relief, he should be getting some too! But at the same time, he didn’t want to end up doing something he would eventually regret, so he ultimately made a decision. Erin’s eyes glimmered as he released his throbbing cock from its prison and said to her, "Erin, I want you to rub my dick between your boobs."

Erin stepped forward, got down on her knees and obliged him. Her cleavage was wonderfully warm, and the feeling of her heartbeat against his shaft only added to the exquisite experience. In fact, Casey could only think of one thing that would make this moment any better. "Erin, look at me. Look at my eyes." Erin looked up at him, and Casey reached down and removed the glasses from her face. Her sparkling green eyes were utterly magnificent.

As this went on, Casey absently extended an arm out to lay upon the desk. As he did, he suddenly felt something move under his fingers. He turned to inspect it, and went white with horror as he realized he had just accidentally switched off the machine! Inevitably, Erin’s glorious service to him stopped. With her glasses removed, it was hard for her to make out the situation, but there was no hiding the fact that she was just short of naked. "What the fuck is going on?" she bellowed, throwing one arm across her chest and using the other to search for her glasses.

Casey’s mind raced for an excuse as he hurriedly stuffed his member back inside his pants. Perhaps the fact that she couldn’t see clearly could be used to his advantage as long as he organized things properly before she found her glasses… oh, damn. Too late. She found them. "Casey, what the hell just happened? Why the hell are my clothes off, and what the hell is that thing, and what the hell is on your ear?"

Casey sighed. The game was up. He couldn’t think of anything to tell her except the truth. As she worked to get her clothes back on, he proceeded to explain about his uncle’s machine, and how it worked, and about the neutralizers and everything. "And you decided to use it on me?" Erin asked angrily when he finished.

"I was testing it," Casey explained. "You know I would never do anything to hurt you, Erin, I just wanted to see if it worked. So I just started giving you some simple commands, and one thing led to another, and…"

"Did you have sex with me?" Erin demanded.

"God, no! I just… I just…"

"You just violated me."

Casey’s head drooped. "I’m sorry, Erin! I really am! I never planned for this to happen, it just sort of spilled out. I’m sorry! God, I’m really hating myself right now."

Part of Erin wanted to hate him. She knew she should have, but something about the way he sat there, hanging his head and shame and remorse touched her. She bent down to her knees and said, "Okay, I forgive you Casey."

Casey’s head bolted up. He hadn’t dared hope or expect he would hear her say that. "You do?" he asked in honest surprise.

She nodded tenderly. "Yeah. But if we’re going to get on with our studying, maybe we’d better go do it at my house, where you’re not tempted to use that thing again."

Casey smiled and nodded. "Okay, that’s probably a good idea."

So they began to gather their books into their bags and headed down the stairs. As they approached the door, Erin stopped them suddenly by saying, "Hey, do you still want that coke that’s sitting up in your room? I do."

Casey thought about it. "Okay, sure. I’ll go—"

"No, I’ll get them," said Erin, handing him her keys. "You go get in my car and I’ll be with you in a minute."

Casey proceeded out the door and Erin headed back up the stairs and picked up the cokes off Casey’s computer table. Before leaving the room, her eyes glance over the mind-control device, and a sudden wicked thought entered her mind. She was still a little angry at Casey for what he did. What better way to get even with him than with a taste of his own medicine? She set the cokes down for a moment, and stuffed the machine, along with the neutralizer sitting by it, into her bag. Then she picked up the cokes again and headed down the stairs and out the door to her car.

Finding Casey in the driver’s seat as she arrived, she crossed her arms and sternly said, "What do you think you’re doing?"

"Waiting for you?"

"You’re in the wrong seat, junior!"

"Hey, you gave me the keys, remember! You told me to get in the car!"

"But I missed the part where I said you could drive my car."

Lacking a good comeback, Casey grinned sheepishly and scooted over to the passenger side.

When they arrived at Erin’s house, she suggested they set up in the living room. Planning it carefully, she set the machine in her room and went on and started studying with him, not wanting to arouse his suspicion by excusing herself to get the machine ready right away. She took a look at the clock. Her parents weren’t going to be home for at least another three hours, so she had time to go for the whole two hours. 

After studying for about ten minutes, she got up and excused herself to the bathroom. Once out of the room, she hurried to get the machine from her room and fitted the neutralizer onto her ear. The current setting of fifteen feet was probably good as it was. She also decided to get his attention before turning it on; if she wanted her revenge to be proper, he would have to know what was happening.

Thus, she walked back out to the living room with the gizmo in her hands where Casey was continuing to study. "Oh, Caaaseeeey…" Casey looked up, and his eyes went wide as he saw what Erin held, with her finger hovering over the switch. "Call it poetic justice," Erin mused just before throwing the switch.

Casey’s eyes snapped shut and his hands clamped down onto his ears. His body shook and a loud, agonized groan shot through his clenched teeth. Casey had said that the induction process looked something like this, but the sight of Casey in this apparent pain was more than a little unsettling to Erin. She bit her lip, though, and waited it out. His shaking gradually lessened, and his teeth relaxed. Finally his hands dropped, his big blue eyes opened, and he sat up straight and stared blankly ahead.

Erin’s mouth molded into a slight smile. "Casey, stand up and face me." He obeyed. That was confirmation enough for her. He was her slave. Now what to make him do? Well, her parents did say they wanted the dishes washed by the time they got home. Why not make him do it while she continued with her studying? Heck, that would allow her to get hers done, and force him to still do his after he went back home! Ah, sweet revenge!

"Casey," she commanded, "go wash the dishes." He proceeded off to the kitchen, while she set the gizmo down atop the TV, where he would still be within its range in the kitchen.

Thus, the time ticked by. Dishes rattled about in the kitchen, while Erin went on with her studying. All the while, Erin found her mind trampled with various thoughts. She was beginning to realize, to somewhat of a surprise, that she wasn’t quite as upset in particular about the fact that Casey had violated her as she was about the fact that she couldn’t remember what she had done. Had she been awake for it, would she have enjoyed it? What frightened her was the feeling she had that she would have.

"I’m finished," Casey suddenly said, standing over her. Erin realized he had returned to her to receive his next instructions. What loyalty! Wait a minute… why not ask him what she did? As long as he was under, there was no way he was going to lie.

"Casey, when I was under the frequency’s mind control, what did you make me do? Tell me everything."

"I told you to stand on one foot, then hop up and down." What? Boring! That must have been a test of authority. He continued, "I made you say ‘I’m a damn dirty fucking ho.’" Now that was a little more interesting. "I told you to remove your blouse. Then I told you to take your jeans off. Then I made you undo your bra. I told you to start feeling sexually aroused." As he said that, Erin made the unsettling discovery of just how turned on this was starting to get her. "I told you to start playing with your tits." Yes, indeed, as he spoke those words, as if she had no will of her own, one of her hands did travel up and begin massaging a boob through her blouse. Hey, she thought, who’s supposed to be under mind control here, him or me?

"Then I made you rub my dick between your boobs." That was it, then. That was what she had been doing when she broke out. But wait, there was more… "I told you to look up at my eyes, and I took your glasses off. Then I accidentally turned the machine off." 

Now that interested her. "Do you think I have pretty eyes?"

"Yes."

Incredible! Even though he was busy taking advantage of her, he had still taken a moment to admire her in a non-sexual way. Something about that got her warmer still. Oh, what the hell! Every good girl had to have a naughty moment now and then. If he had used her sexually, why couldn’t she use him? It would just be for a moment. She stood up and said, "Casey…" she hesitated, then continued, "…I want you to go down on me." There. She’d said it. She’d never asked such a boon before, much less received it, but she had no intention of taking it back. And Casey was showing no signs of hesitation as he proceeded to undo her jeans and let them drop to the floor. He lowered to his knees and slowly pulled her panties down, exposing her waiting pussy for his mouth. Thus, his tongue went to work. Erin’s eyes fluttered shut, she rolled her head and let out a soft moan. One hand placed itself on his head and pressed towards herself. Her head leaned back, and another moan came out, and another. She took hold of his head with both hands, running her fingers through that fiery orange, spiked hair. Oh, God, she wished this could go on forever! Her moans began escalating to gasps. As the excitement slowly intensified, her eyes suddenly popped open, as she went from gasps to cries. Louder. Louder. It was coming! She could feel it! She gave a final, earth-shattering scream, and thoroughly drenched Casey’s face.

Erin collapsed onto the couch, her senses whirling. Her head, though a bit hazy, was nonetheless thinking. That had been wonderful. Maybe even a little too wonderful. It was so good that she was eager for more. Also, she wasn’t so sure that Casey could be trusted. As long as this machine was in his possession, he had power. He had power that he could use any time she let her guard down. There was no telling when he might give in to temptation and take her virginity without her consent. When she lost her virginity, she wanted it to be on her terms. She wanted it to be when she was in control of herself, and would remember it.

Hell, she wanted it to be right the hell now!

But first she needed to get Casey ready. "Casey, drop your pants, please."

He obeyed, and she got down on her knees. She rolled her eyes, though, realizing she should have been more specific; he’d dropped his jeans sure enough, but his boxers were still on. Oh well, nothing she couldn’t do herself. She pulled his underpants to the floor, uncovering his still limp piece of meat. She took hold of it, engulfed the head in her mouth and sucked away. As she had hoped, being in a zombie-like trance didn’t prevent him from showing appropriate response to stimuli; the thing in her mouth did indeed swell and harden as she continued to suck.

Once he was hard enough to satisfy her, she released his swollen meat and stood up. "Remove your shirt, Casey," she commanded as she unbuttoned her blouse. Once he had been totally disrobed, and she was just starting to unfasten her bra, she said to him, "We’re going to have sex now, Casey. And we’re going to enjoy ourselves, aren’t we?"

"Yes, we are," he agreed.

"Oh, and when you come," she instructed, "I want you to shot it onto me, not into me, understand?"

"Yes, Erin."

"Good." With that, she seated herself on the couch and raised her legs in the air. "Now get down here and put yourself inside me."

Casey lowered to his knees, allowing her to lay her legs on his shoulders. "Slowly now," she instructed as he moved towards her. Slowly, deliberately, he eased his way in and punctured her. Erin winced with pain and let out a low and painful groan, a bit surprised at first, but remembering then having heard that the first time was supposed to hurt at first. She would just have to bite her lip and endure it until it got better. She gritted her teeth and waited, as he stroked in and out. Gradually, with each stroke the pain began to fade, and she found her hips starting to move with him as if they had a will of their own, and her hand began working her clit. Her breathing steadily intensified, eventually accompanied by vocal sounds. "Faster," she suddenly said between gasps. As the sounds out of her mouth grew stronger and her body motions become more vigorous, at last a jolt suddenly shot through her, and her body went stiff. Her body then grew limp for a moment, but only for a moment. Casey wasn’t finished.


Mind Frequency Ch. 01



Thus they went on. More successive jolts went through her, each one greater than before, until she felt something extreme coming on. When it couldn’t hold itself back any longer, she went stiff again, this time for longer, accompanied by a scream that could have shattered the windows were it any louder. While she was still in her climactic throes, Casey removed himself from her and began stroking himself, until his gooey load sprayed across her belly. Then he collapsed next to her on the couch.

The two of them remained slouched in their seats panting for several more minutes. After catching her breath, Erin down at herself and sighed. "Grab me some tissues, would you?" she requested, feeling a little to drained to be giving commands. He consented, and she began wiping herself off.

"If you really wanted to do that, all you had to do was ask," Casey said suddenly.

Erin froze. Her eyes opened to the size of golf balls. She looked over at his eyes, those big, pretty blue eyes, utterly full of life. The two hours were up!

"Don’t explain it to me," Casey said, "let me guess. You thought you’d get back at me by using the machine on me and turning me into your slave. Then you started making me do your household chores, and then the situation devolved into you seducing me to make sure I wouldn’t take your virginity without your consent. How am I doing?"

Erin stared at him. "Wow…you’re good. Um…how long ago did you come out of it?"

"Hard to say really," he said. "I wasn’t really paying much attention to the clock, seeing as how we were in the middle of, you know…" He pumped his arms back and forth to give her the idea.

Erin nodded, and buried her face in her hands. "Oh, my God!"

"Well I’ve got to say," said Casey, pulling his boxers back on, "if you wanted to get back at me, there are worse things you could have done."

"Yeah, you’re right," Erin agreed, still wallowing in self disgust.

"And you know, there are other ways you could have made sure I didn’t give you the extreme violation. You could have just taken the machine and kept it from me or something." Erin’s disgust sunk deeper as she realized he was very right. "Instead, you chose to get it done with right here and now. I find that very interesting. For a girl who regards sex with as much taboo as you do, you must be pent up as hell!"

Noticing that Erin was on the verge of tears, Casey extended a hand to her face. "Hey, don’t be ashamed," he comforted. She looked sorrowfully at him, her eyes twinkling brightly behind her glasses. "You did what you apparently felt you wanted to do. And I’m not going to hold it against you."

He stood up, started to gather up the rest of his clothes. Erin stood up behind him, still completely undressed, and put her hands on his shoulders. "Casey, wait, look…I…I’m sorry!"

He turned and gazed again into her eyes. "For what?" he chuckled. "I’m not complaining! I woke up happy, and you looked pretty happy too, so I don’t see anything wrong with what we did." The air in the room began to brighten as the faintest hint of a smile cracked its way into Erin’s face. "And hey," he added, "maybe it was fate. Maybe we were destined to do it sooner or later."

"You think so?"

"Why not? You know I love you, Erin."

She smiled and nodded. "Yeah. I love you too." With that, she pulled him to her and kissed him warmly. Her arms coiled around his neck, as his hands reached the small of her back. The embrace gradually tightened, her bare breasts flattened against his chest, and the kiss grew from tender warmth to heated passion. 

Casey took hold of her and carried them over to the wall and slammed her up against it. He disconnected the kiss and moved his lips down to her neck. She looked down, and briefly broke their embrace to pull his boxers back off again. She resumed kissing him then, and slowly turned herself around to face the wall, while keeping her head turned to make out with him. Casey backed up, and she thrust her rear end out to him. He once again slid his equipment into her waiting pussy, from behind this time. Her arms outstretched and her hands pressed to the wall, Erin bucked her hips in unison with his thrusts. Her eyes sealed shut but her mouth hung open, as cry after cry of ecstasy burst from it. He hammered away at her, driving her into a state of near delirium, until all her motions stopped and her senses went numb. He never had a chance to pull out of her; he blasted his load right off inside her.

Both exhausted beyond the telling of it, all they could do for the moment was drop to their knees and make out. When they were rested a bit, Casey asked, "What do you want to do now?"

Erin looked around. "I guess I’d better have a shower and clean up here."

Casey nodded. "Yeah. I’d better head home. Don’t bother driving me, I’ll walk."

Erin nodded in agreement. "Okay."

Casey got himself dressed, gathered up his supplies and the gizmo, and headed out the door. Casey still knew he had to be dreaming. But if he was, he didn’t want to ever wake up.



Mind Frequency Ch. 02



The feedback I got told me you liked the first one, but didn't have a lot of suggestions for the second one.  So I just played by ear to come up with something I think is even better than the first one.  I hope you agree.

Work. Ugh. Not that his job ever really thrilled him, but today especially Casey found it unappealing. The back of the counter of the Burger King had never looked so disgusting. His passionate afternoon with Erin yesterday simply refused to get out of his head. After that, looking at a cash register and a line of hungry customers was like following a delicious cheesecake with a plate of broccoli.

He and Erin had barely spoken at school today. In the classes they had together, they had exchanged a number of long, sometimes sensual glances across the room. They had met briefly during the lunch period, but that meeting had been filled by more awkward silence than actual words. They exchanged a little "Hi," and "How’d the studying go?" Neither of them seemed able to say anything important, no matter how hard they tried.

The afternoon had gone by equally uncomfortably. The task of homework had simply dragged on and on, as every few minutes he would look over to the phone, waiting for it to ring, wondering why he wasn’t going over to pick it up himself and call her. Everytime he closed his eyes, even if he just blinked, he could see himself just as he emerged from the thrall, hammering away at her, staring down her bare, beautiful chest, his equipment disappearing into her again and again. Then, hours later, it was time for work. There had never been a longer day.

Well, time to face the music and get on to the next customer. "Hi, what can I get—" He suddenly looked at his customer and went silent.

"Hi Casey."

"Erin, what are you doing here?"

"We need to talk."

"Yeah, I know, I’d love to, but now is really not the time for it."

Erin sighed. "Casey, I’d like us to say more than a few short sentences before it’s tomorrow."

Casey was beginning to lose patience. "Okay, I think we’ve done that now, and I’m getting paid by the hour here, so either order something or stop holding up the line." Erin scowled. "Look, Erin, don’t think I’m not happy to see you, but your putting my payroll on the line, okay! We’ll talk when I get off."

The guy behind Erin was developing a serious bug up his ass. "Hey, did I walk into some kinda youth club by mistake, or can I actually order something, damn it?"

Casey and Erin exchanged a look, and Erin moved aside.

As it turned out upon inspection of the time, Casey only had about a half hour left for the day, so Erin wasn’t kept waiting long. As soon as his uniform was packed up, Casey stepped out and said, "Let’s go outside."

Their conversation outside the building started much like their previous meeting: silent. When the silence finally became unbearable, Erin said at last, "So what are we going to do?"

Casey looked at her questioningly. "Do?"

Erin’s look turned incredulous. "With the machine!"

"Oh." Casey suddenly cocked an eyebrow. "We?"

Erin shrugged. "Well now that I know about it, you can’t expect me to just let you have all the fun, you know!"

"I see." Casey said. Then he said nothing. Neither did Erin. Silence again.

That is until Erin started chuckling. "You know something really ironic that I realized in school today, is that I’m a spaz who just had sex in a school with a lot of popular virgins!"

Casey thought, and began laughing with her. "Hey, that is interesting!" They laughed some more, then it died down…silence again…then an urgent thought came to Casey’s mind. "Oh, speaking of which, I wonder if, you know, we happened to…if you…as a result—"

"I’m not pregnant," Erin cut him off. "I checked."

Casey breathed with relief. "Okay. But we’ll have to be careful about that next time."

"Now that’s another thing I think we need to talk about," Erin added, "the possibility of there being a next time. We need to talk about us. Especially considering this mind-control gizmo we have that we’re more than likely going to end up using to get a bunch of other people in the sack."

"Is that your prediction?" Casey smiled. "Okay, well, I guess if we’re going to be fair about, you know, sharing this thing, we should probably alternate ownership of it every week, maybe on Monday or something, and we should probably blah blah blah blah…"

Casey was still talking, but his words were beginning to become incoherent. At least to Erin’s ears they were. She found her mind beginning to drift. She wasn’t paying any attention to his words; it was his lips she was looking at. Those tempting lips. In a burst of unrestrained need, Erin suddenly grabbed Casey’s head and pulled him into a ravenous lip-lock. Her arms wrapped around him in a death hold, and she rolled them around along the wall, ultimately knocking into the trash cans and dropping to the ground. Her hand began rubbing his bulging crotch through his pants, while his hand reached down under her skirt.

"Erin? Erin, I’m talking here!"

"Huh? What?" Erin suddenly snapped back to reality. "I’m listening!"

Casey cocked an eyebrow. "What were you thinking about?"

"Um…nothing."

"Uh-huh."

"Look, whatever, just what were you saying?"

"What I was saying was we should probably take turns with the machine, like every week," Casey explained again.

"Yeah, I caught that part."

"And I said we should keep tabs on each other, and keep each other informed as to how we’re using it."

"Yeah?"

"And I said that I’ll hold onto it this week and let you have it on Monday."

"Okay?"

"And then I was going to get into the part about us, but that was when I noticed you looking kinda spacey and concluded you weren’t listening to a word I was saying. Thus we arrived at this moment."

"You know what," Erin said, "maybe we should just leave it at this for tonight. Maybe we should just let the us thing pan out. And we make sure that anyone we decide to…well, screw…stays under for the whole…session. No one else knows about this."

"You’re really okay with us doing it with other people? After what we did yesterday?"

"Oh come on, what else are we going to use it for?" Erin smiled. "To take over the world? A little hard when you can only keep a hold on people for two hours you know! That’s only really enough time to use someone as a love slave."

"You’ve got a point there," Casey mused. 

"But we’re going to have to be careful not to go overboard with this," Erin added. "This much power is a big responsibility, you know!"

"Yeah, I suppose."

"At any rate, I don’t we should get like…involved, you know. We’ll regard yesterday as a fling." Erin noted the questioning look on Casey’s face and said, "This doesn’t mean for a minute that I don’t love you, Casey. I’ve loved you since I even liked boys. I just don’t think we should be a couple or anything just now. That way sleeping with other people won’t be considered cheating. And if we end up doing it again, it’ll be just another fling."

Casey began to chuckle. "You know, this is weird!"

"Don’t I know it! Uh, which part of this specifically were you talking about?"

"I’m talking about hearing you say these things. Until now, the only time I’ve heard you talk about sex was the sex-ed course in bio class. Now you couldn’t sound more casual about it if you tried."

Erin shrugged. "Well what can I say?" Almost against her will, and without even much conscious knowledge of it, she started inching closer to him. "Yesterday was good. I enjoyed it. A lot. I want more."

Casey couldn’t help being painfully aware that Erin was coming slowly closer as she said these words. "Do you want to do it again?"

The concept hit her like a bolt. Was that precisely what she had in mind, or the last thing on her mind? She honestly didn’t know. She did know one thing, though: It certainly wasn’t without appeal. Okay, well that was putting it mildly. She loved the idea. But her conscience didn’t. Yesterday’s ordeal had certainly awakened an animal in her, yet her moral voice hadn’t changed, and it was telling her that she shouldn’t. If she slept with him again tonight after yesterday, who was to say they wouldn’t do it again tomorrow? And the day after? And the next day again? They’d become the very thing she just said she wanted to avoid.

"No. I should really be getting home now anyway."

Casey noticed she still hadn’t stopped inching forward. "Why do I not believe that?"

"No, Casey, really, we shouldn’t."

She was still moving. Her eyes were locked to his, and the look he saw in them was one of powerful, urgent longing. Apparently her heart was waging a violent war with her head. She didn’t look like she believed what she was saying any more than he did. He stepped closer to her and gently took hold of her shoulders.

"No, no really, I need to get home, really…" she said as she drew ever nearer to his face. The anticipation killing him, Casey decided to break the tension and engulfed her mouth. As he expected, she made no attempt to resist him but returned the favor eagerly. They embraced fervently, hands moving everywhere, as he moved his lips to her neck. Her mouth being free allowed her to continue the protests that both of them were ignoring. "No, no, no, we shouldn’t, no, no…"

Casey raised his head and looked at her, and simply, coolly said "Shut up."

"Okay."

With that, they locked lips again with even more fervor than before. Their lips began moving about almost as much as their hands. Erin took a moment of having her lips unoccupied to ask "Is anyone watching?"

"You’re right," Casey said between kisses, "let’s go around to the bushes behind the building." He took hold of her and lifted her off the ground, and she responded in kind by throwing her legs around his waist. He hoisted her over to the chosen spot, all the while neither of them able to cease their frisky activity for an instant.

He steered them around behind the bushes before leaning back just enough to allow her weight to bring him crashing down onto his back. As she continued to ravage his face he reached down under her skirt and slid her panties down the length of her legs. As he reached her knees, she took over the task and finished removing them before going to work unfastening his belt. She released his engorged meat and, straddling him on her hands and knees, positioned herself above it and dropped her hips down as he guided it in.

Her hips began churning, and her breath came hard and loud, but other than that her position remained more or less stationary: straddling him on her hands and knees, staring into his eyes. They went on thus for at least twenty minutes, lost in the throes of gentle passion. Eventually Casey reached up and removed her glasses. This seemed to brighten the moment even more, as he stared into her luminous, forest green, and now uncovered eyes. Erin would have expected this to hinder the moment for her, but somehow it didn’t. She was just close enough to him that she could still make out clearly his shimmering cerulean eyes, and that was all she was concentrating on.

The sound of a cell phone suddenly went off. "Is that yours or mine?" Erin asked between gasps.

Another cell phone rang then. "That one would be mine," Casey said.

Both of them simultaneously answered their phones, neither of them stopping what they were doing. "Hello?" they both answered.

"Yes, Mom," Casey said, "I got kinda held up."

"Hi, Mom," Erin said. "It’s okay, we got caught up."

"Erin showed up and we, uh…got into discussing a few things."

Erin put a hand over the receiver to gasp a few times, then continued. "I went to see Casey at work, and he’s off now, so we’re going over some stuff."

"Yes, I’ll be home shortly."

"Eleven. Right."

"Bye," said both of them before dropping their phones off to the side and locking lips.

They ultimately came almost simultaneously, and Erin collapsed into Casey’s embrace. They made out for a few more minutes, then Erin rolled off of him and they lay side by side, catching their breath before either of them spoke again.

"So," Casey said at last, "what do we do now?"

"We get home is what we do now," Erin said, pulling her panties back on. "I still say we really shouldn’t have done this."

Saying Casey didn’t care would have been the understatement of the century. "I know," was all he said.

Erin hesitated. She wasn’t exactly sure how to properly dismiss herself. As much as she’d enjoyed what they just did, she didn’t really feel happy with herself right now, but she didn’t want to just give Casey the brush off for the night.

As it turned out, she didn’t have to. Casey beat her to it. "Well I guess I’ll see you tomorrow then?"

"Uh, yeah…"

"Okay…" And he got up and left.

***

Casey came to school the next day with a lot on his mind. Erin had herself approved of them using the machine to turn people other than each other into sex slaves. This week was his turn to use it; today was Wednesday, and he had to give the machine to Erin on Monday. Thus he had until Sunday to make good use of his uncle’s gizmo. The first thing he had to do now was select a target. It was difficult, but by lunch time he had narrowed it down to a list of three choices.

Sofia was a girl who was all about performance. She was the drama teacher’s pet, had a featured role in every school play (especially the musicals), led the cheerleading squad, and occasionally, when she could, would break out dancing in the quad for no real reason at all. She had light blonde hair, gray eyes, a fairly pale complexion, and a slender body that could move as if it were made out of rubber. Casey was eager to test just how flexible she really was.

Katie was, essentially, the little girl of the senior class. She was relatively short, with a very sweet and innocent face. She had straight brown hair and a pair of innocent blue eyes that frequently looked afraid. She approached almost everything with a gentle touch. She’d had sex once before, and apparently regretted it or had been frightened by it, and had been rather reserved about it since. Casey found the idea of making this cute little girl do some nasty things to be quite a turn-on.

Joyce was nothing less than an Asian doll. She was more absorbed in her looks than any girl he’d seen, and half the time he saw her she seemed to be getting into her makeup kit and reapplying her mascara or something. She was hailed as the leader of the so-called "fashion squad," the girls who were always deciding what clothes were in and what ones weren’t. Casey wondered what she might look like underneath all those stylish clothes.

Of course, he planned to do all of them sooner or later, and eventually some others to, but for now it was just a matter of choosing which one to be first. And once he’d done that, he’d have to get her alone long enough to have his way with her.

As it turned out, chance happened to drop the solution to both right into his lap. In economy class, sixth period, the teacher assigned them a poster project to be done in pairs. She added also that she didn’t want them working with friends, or they would spend all their time yapping about other things and not get anything done. He just happened to share that class with Sofia, so when the word was given to select a partner, Casey went straight for her. The arrangement to meet at her house that afternoon to work on it was quickly made. It was so easy it was almost unreal.

Casey made the preparations before leaving, in case a moment alone should prove unattainable. He set the frequency to cover the standard range of fifteen feet, and stuffed it into his bag. If only it didn’t make his backpack so damn heavy.

She greeted him at the door casually, as nothing more than a work partner, naturally. Casey decided he had to plan this carefully. He concluded it would be best if they worked for an hour or so before he went to work, or they might not get anything done, and she might wonder how she missed the time passing when they were done.

So they worked, and researched, and drew on their piece of poster board. Casey waited, and waited, and waited, checking the clock every two or three minutes. At some point, Sofia casually flipped her hair. Time seemed to snap into slow motion as he watched her, and at last he could bear it no longer. He got up and went to grab the gizmo and to put his plan into motion.

Sofia turned around in her chair to follow him. "Where you going, Casey?"

"I just need to get something out of my bag. Just keep working, I’ll be back with you in a tick."

Thankfully, she turned back around. He couldn’t blow it with Sofia like he did with Erin. This had to stay under wraps. She couldn’t be allowed to see the machine, or have any clue as to what was going on. Casey fitted a neutralizer to his ear and, keeping one eye on Sofia, threw the switch.

The pen in Sofia’s hand suddenly dropped as her hands flew up to her ears. Casey could only see the back of her from where he was, but he could see her body curled forward, her head bobbing up and down, and he could hear the cry of distress she was making. The induction process was only something he’d seen once before, and it was still a little difficult to watch. He could console himself some with the fact that it only lasted a few seconds, and the victim would never remember going through it.

When the process ended, and Sofia’s hands dropped and she raised her head again, Casey commanded her to stand up and face him. She obeyed, and stood motionless, staring off into space. Now what to make her do? Should he just take her now? No. He didn’t want to just do it and get it over with. He’d selected Sofia for a reason. He wanted to remember this. Sofia was a performer, and she was going to perform for him.

"Sofia," he commanded, "dance for me. Show me a sexy dance." Then he added, "And I want you to be happy about it."

Instantly the human mannequin before him came alive. She showed off all her sexiest moves, each one thought up right on the spot; thrusting her curves outward, running her hands over her body, and staring enticingly at him with her shining gray eyes. She was a natural! Then he had an idea: "Let’s make it a strip dance now," he said.

Voom! Off flew Sofia’s shirt in a single, simple motion. A smile cracked its way into Casey’s face as he watched this. She was goooood! Keeping her eyes on him, she turned sideways and bent over, thrusting out her ass, and slide her pants down. Then she kicked them aside, and continued dancing in her lingerie. She turned her back to him, allowing him to watch as she unhooked her bra. She tossed it aside, and turned back around, hefting her boobs in her hands.

Casey decided he was ready to unleash his swollen dick and tell her to come over and service it. Or maybe he should let her get her panties off first. Oh well, it didn’t make that much difference. Not yet anyway…

The front door of the house suddenly opened, and someone came inside! "Hello? Sofia?"

Oh, shit!

"Sofia, stop! Put your clothes on, quick!" She obeyed without hesitation. "Get back in the chair," he commanded once she was fully dressed again. She sat back down, and Casey switched off the machine and then took off the neutralizer and stuffed both into his bag just as Sofia’s mother knocked on the door.

Sofia got up to answer it, completely unaware that anything had happened. "How’s it going in here?"

"Oh, great!" Sofia smiled. "Oh, Mom, this is my partner, Casey. Casey, this is my mom, but you probably already figured that out."

Casey stood up and grinned sheepishly, doing his best to conceal his disappointment. "Hi."

"Hello, Casey."

Casey glanced at his watch for no real reason in particular. "You know what, I wish I could stick around, but the time’s kind of gotten away from me here, so I guess I’m going to have to take off."




Mind Frequency Ch. 02



Sofia gave a look of surprise, which didn’t surprise Casey. "Well," she shrugged, "I guess we’ll have to meet again on another day."

All Casey could think was, "You’re damn right we’re going to meet again!" But of course he wasn’t about to say that out loud.

Damn it! Damn it all to hell! The fact that he hit the horn was the only thing that made Casey stop banging his head on the steering wheel. This was the second time in a row his use of the machine had been rudely interrupted. What made it worse was that this was also the second time he’d used the machine, period. So far the gizmo had only provided him with periods of five minutes of pleasure that ended suddenly with crushing disappointment. Well, they say the third time’s a charm, and he prayed that the saying held out for him, because he was nowhere near done with Sofia.

They continued working in class for the rest of the week, and ultimately decided to finish the project on Saturday at Casey’s house. Casey arranged for a time slot when he knew they would be alone for a good while. He had to make good this time around, because this would potentially be his last chance with her.

Saturday arrived. Casey waited. His tension could have been seen on the Richter scale. He nearly jumped out of his skin when the doorbell finally rang. They set up in the living room and started as before; Casey allowed them some time to get some work done first. He didn’t want them to run out of time and have Sofia wonder why she missed the whole thing. She had to be absorbed enough in work that she didn’t notice the passing of time. 

He chose his moment, and while she was working he applied a neutralizer and threw the switch once again. Apparently using it on someone more than once didn’t make a whole lot of difference, because the induction process went just as it did before, or at least as far as he could tell since he could see her from the front this time. Then her hands dropped from her ears and her eyes opened and stared ahead. Now, what to start with this time? He still ought to get her warmed up first in her own special way. But this time he thought he’d go about it a little differently. "Sofia, I want you to strip down. Completely." Zip! Whoosh! Off went her clothes, piece by piece, until she stood before him bare as the day she was made. Not bad, Casey thought. Smooth. Perky.

Anyway, down to business. "Show me your sexy dance again, Sofia," he commanded. "And don’t forget to like it." Once again, the living statue disappeared and the sensual live wire awoke. Only this time the show had an added tweak to it. This time he could see everything. This time the way she thrust out her curves and ran her hands along her body was more intense now that nothing was covering those curves. Eventually she even took it to the next level by utilizing the furniture in her moves. A true animal had just been brought out.

"Sofia," said Casey, "are you horny?"

"Oh yes."

Casey grinned devilishly. "Me too. Come here."

She strode over to where he sat the look in her eyes eagerly awaiting whatever was to come next. Probably hoping it would be her. Casey unfastened his pants and displayed his well hardened stick. "Now be a good girl and suck it for me." Sofia dropped to her knees and cupped her mouth around the stiff shaft, and proceeded bobbing her head. Casey rolled his head back and sighed. "That’s a good girl." He ran his fingers through her silky hair, intent on savoring the moment.

After a short time, though, he decided he’d best get to the main event before she blew him over the edge. He took hold of her head and lifted her off of him. "Would you like to screw?"

"Yes."

"So would I, baby. Get down on your knees."

She obeyed eagerly, shivering in anticipation. Casey threw his clothes off and kneeled behind her, and placed his hands on her ass. Slowly, he slid his equipment into her waiting snatch, and began to work her. Light sounds of pleasure, completely opposite to the sounds she had made during the induction process mere moments ago, came from Sofia’s lips. Casey began to quicken the pace; to strengthen the intensity. Sofia responded in kind, moving her hips back and forth to meet his thrusts. Her voice also began increasing in intensity. Before too much longer, her volume reached an apex, and her pussy squeezed tightly on his dick. Her inner thighs became thoroughly soaked. The sudden squeeze added a boost to his delight, and less than a minute later, he felt himself rising to meet her, and pulled out and moved around to the front of her. Without even waiting for the command, Sofia opened her mouth wide and rolled out her tongue. This girl knew the routine! When he burst, Sofia’s tongue lashed about, attempting to catch as much of it in her mouth as she could. She took hold of the rod in front of her white-spotted face and pumped out as much of it as was left, then went on licking his cap.

Ah, yes. This was the kind of afternoon he was looking for. No interruptions. And hey, they still had some solid time before the frequency dissipated. Maybe they could go again!

DING-DONG!

Or maybe not! Crap! Someone was waiting outside the door! Okay, don’t panic, just don’t answer it. Act like no one’s home. They’ll go away.

"Casey, it’s me!"

Erin? What was she doing here?

"Stay there," Casey commanded Sofia, as he wiped the cum off of her face with a tissue. He pulled his pants up and walked up to the door. Without opening it, he responded, "Erin, now really isn’t a good time. I’ve…I’ve got somebody here, and…"

"It’s okay," she said. "I’m wearing a neutralizer."

Taken completely by surprise, Casey gingerly opened the door. There she was, with a neutralizer fitted to her ear sure enough. "You left this one at my house after our…encounter…the other day," she explained.

"Oh," said a dumbfounded Casey.

"By the way," she added. "I was already aware you had someone here. And you sounded like you were having fun, too."

Casey didn’t say anything this time.

Erin shrugged. "Well can I come in already?" Off Casey’s hesitant look, she added, "it doesn’t bother me if whoever you’ve got in there is butt naked, and it’s certainly not going to bother her."

Casey was still a little hesitant, but finally sputtered out, "Um, okay."

Erin stepped inside and looked about. "Ah, Sofia? The dancer girl? Not a bad choice."

Casey was half-surprised to hear her say that, but in comparison to the previous things she said, this one blew over fairly quickly. "Um, let me get you something to drink," Casey said as he stepped into the kitchen. "What would you like? Anything special, or just the usual can of coke?" No answer. "Erin? Did you hear me?" No response. "Erin, I’m talking to you!" Still nothing.

Casey marched out into the living room…and stopped dead in his tracks. Erin was standing in a pool of clothes, none of which were on her, and connected to her lips was Sofia. And they looked pretty damn passionate. Erin turned her head and saw Casey staring wide-eyed at them, and greeted him with a naughty smile. "Oh, hi," she said sensually.

"I gotta say, Erin," Casey said, completely motionless, "you’re certainly full of surprises today!"

Erin shrugged, never removing her smile. "What can I say? I guess she’s brought out my inner dyke." With that, she extended a hand and crooked a finger, enticing him to come join them. Who was he to say no?

He dropped his pants to the floor and walked towards the two girls, his tower raising with each step. "Let’s share him," Erin said to Sofia. Sofia did as Erin did as Erin took hold of him and pushed him down to the floor. The two of them crawled back and simultaneously began tonguing either side of his rod. Having Sofia alone servicing him so was delightful enough, but Erin’s unannounced visit had doubled the whole afternoon. The fact that Sofia was far more experienced didn’t seem to matter at all; especially since, ironically enough, she was the slave, and Erin, the amateur of the two girls, was in control.

A while after Casey was gem-hard, Erin decided it was time to changed tactics. "Sofia," she commanded, "go sit on his face. Face me." Sofia did as Erin commanded, and positioned Casey’s mouth between her legs. Erin sat on him also, on the other key point, facing Sofia. She carefully impaled herself, and rode away, watching Sofia relish the service Casey was providing. Sharing some of that revelry herself, Erin took hold of Sofia’s face and kissed her sensually. Tongues went everywhere. The cries of two female voices filled the air.

After Sofia had placed about three or four loads of juice onto Casey’s face, and Erin had released a few bursts herself, Erin gave the single-word command, "Switch!" The two girls rotated, Erin positioning herself on Casey’s face, Sofia plugging him into her. Thus it went on as before, in reverse.

After a roughly equal amount of time, Erin commanded Sofia off and had her lay down on the floor. Erin went down on her elbows and knees and went to work pleasuring Sofia’s little slit, while shaking her raised ass to invite Casey in. Casey took her offer, slid in from behind, and took off pounding away. Erin periodically had to let off of Sofia to scream a few times, but then concentrated her hardest on keeping Sofia happy.

"Oh God," Casey announced at last as he pulled out of Erin, "Here it comes!" In response, Erin moved over and lay on her back next to Sofia, removed her glasses and opened her mouth. Casey pumped away over the two waiting girls, and unleashed a milky spray over the both of them.

No more needed to be said. They got themselves cleaned up and dressed, Erin said a sweet goodbye and left, Casey told Sofia to resume work on the poster, and switched off the machine. All in all, a pretty damn good day. Golly, this machine was the stuff of dreams! It made him sad to think it wouldn’t be in his hands come Monday. But then again, Erin had given most of the commands during the threesome. Maybe he wouldn’t be so lonely next week after all!



Mind Frequency Ch. 03



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If Erin had learned one thing this past week, it was that, contrary to her image, she enjoyed being a dominatrix. Starting today, she was going to have a week to explore that power all she wanted. Needless to say, she was excited.

She began looking at people in ways she had never done before. She had never paid so much attention to the people around her at all, in fact. The concept of looking for potential sex slaves was new ground, especially for a school geek like her. At any rate, she decided not to stress about the decisions too much (at least not yet) and just focus on the joy of what was to come. 

She met with Casey in a secluded spot during the first break to receive the gizmo. "Hope you’re not going to miss this too much," was all she could think of to say.

"Just be careful," he warned. "Finding a moment of privacy with your subject is not always as easy as you might think."

"Oh, really?"

Casey nodded. "Yeah. When I first used it on Sofia on Wednesday, her mom came home before I could get anywhere, and I had to postpone it. Boy, it’s lucky Sofia’s a fast dresser, cause if her mom had walked in any sooner—"

"She would’ve fallen under the frequency’s influence too," Erin interjected. "And then you could’ve enjoyed Sofia without her mom saying a word, and maybe, if you wanted, you could’ve enjoyed her mom too while you were at it!"

His eyes bulging, Casey slammed his hand against his temple. "Holy crap Batman, you’re right! I never thought of that before!"

"Come to think of it," Erin added, "when you accidentally switched off the machine while you were using it on me, why didn’t you just turn it back on right away?"

Casey looked at her incredulously. "Because it had to have its ten minutes or so to recharge." Erin looked confused. "Did I forget to mention that part?" Casey asked. "Whenever the frequency stops, it can’t be used again for about ten minutes while it recharges."

Erin nodded. "Yes, yes, you did forget that part I believe."

Casey grinned sheepishly and shrugged. "Huh, sorry!"

"Anyway, I think I’d better get going now," Erin said.

"Why, who are you planning to use it on?"

Erin shrugged. "Haven’t a clue. I just need some time to pick somebody. Just relax, I’ll improvise."

As Erin turned and walked away, Casey found the concept of relaxing to prove a little difficult. Something in him didn’t feel right about watching Erin wander off to find some random person to screw. But she’d allowed him to do the same, so he knew he had no grounds for argument. It still didn’t feel right, though. Maybe it was the fact that there was nothing slutty about the way she looked, with that dull, curly brown hair, rounded glasses and plaid school dress. She looked like a common nerd. Yeah, maybe that was… no, that wasn’t it. It was something, but it wasn’t that.

Erin continued her search through the whole day, ultimately coming up empty. She just couldn’t seem to pick any one definite candidate who she’d prefer above all. Some of them were completely out of the question of course, but the rest of them all seemed to have their ups and downs. Moreover, getting them into the appropriate situation to make use of them for a long enough period of time without screwing up the schedule was another issue.

The next day, however, just as she was about to give up looking for an opportunity, an opportunity happened to find her. In her art class, just before lunch, the teacher asked for a couple of volunteers to take some supplies down to storage during lunch. Not thinking anything of it at the time, Erin casually volunteered. She and the other volunteer, Kyle, piled some art supplies into a pair of boxes and wheeled them to the storage room and started putting things away on the shelves, just before Erin started thinking. She took a look at her surroundings. They were in a cozy, isolated room, just the two of them, during a perfectly free period. She looked over at the other person in the room with her. Kyle was a decent enough looking guy; she’d probably enjoy him. The machine was right in the bag on her back. When would there ever be a better moment?

Being careful not to arouse attention, Erin snuck around the shelves, slipped the machine out of her pack, fitted herself with a neutralizer, and… she could see through the shelves Kyle had turned around, didn’t see her and was starting to look for her. Any more hesitation would cost her, so she threw the switch. That broke off Kyle’s search in an instant. His hands clamped onto his ears, his eyes squeezed shut, and he gave a low roar of distress. Erin stepped out of hiding, not nearly as unsettled this time as she had been when she used it on Casey. She waited patiently for him to finish until he dropped his hands and stood up straight.

"All right," she said to her new slave, already starting to unzip her dress, "we only have until the end of lunch, so we’re just going to have some quick sex, okay? You like that, right?"

The sudden bulge in his pants said all as her dress dropped to the floor, leaving her in lingerie and panty hose. "Come here, you," she said, crooking a finger.

She grabbed his head as he approached and kissed him fervently, and took hold of one of his hands and slid it down her panties. She moved his hand up and down, and began giggling with pleasure through her teeth which where holding onto his lower lip. She began undoing his pants, then slid her own panties down, and turned around and put her hands on the shelves. She thrust her ass out at him, enticing him, and said, "Now get in here, you naughty boy you! And warn me when you’re about to fire off."

Her eyes fluttered as she felt Kyle filling her. He began to hammer her, and she began to move with him. "That’s it, baby," she moaned. She rolled her head to the side and started gasping, eyes shut. "Come on, give it to me. Faster! Yeah!" He started to pick up the pace. She gritted her teeth and grunted. 

She was just about to say another naughty thing when she heard the door open. For an instant she started to panic, but then realized she was in no danger of being discovered. Whoever had entered the room was just about to fall under the frequency’s influence also, and wouldn’t see anything they would remember. Besides, it my be another good looking guy! Let them come!

"Hold on a moment," she commanded, and Kyle pulled out and waited. As soon as the cries of agony stopped she commanded whoever had just come inside to approach them. Wow! Now this was her lucky day! He must have been one of those guys on the football team or something, because he had the broadest shoulders she’d ever seen! She had no idea who he was though, so she asked him, "What’s your name?"

"Jason."

"Come here, Jason."

As soon as he was in arm’s reach, she dropped to her knees and yanked his pants down, and, without a word, engulfed his manhood in her mouth. As the thing in her mouth turned to hard rock she held onto the base with one hand, and reached around with the other and took hold of the still-hard rod behind her. After sucking on one for a minute or two, she turned her head around and started sucking on the other, and continued to alternate periodically. When she began to feel the need for a cock in her main orifice again, she positioned herself on her hands and knees and commanded Jason to give her some doggy-stile while she continued to service Kyle. One muffled moan after another echoed in her mouth, having some trouble getting past the huge thing in it.

As per instructions, Kyle finally announced that his load was about to be blown. She pulled him out, removed her glasses and rolled out her tongue, and actually began to climax just Kyle released a milky shower on her face. Two seconds later, Jason pulled out and covered her ass with his cream.

For a moment, she merely laid on the floor, panting. Then she commanded both boys to pull their pants back on and took a tissue out of her purse to clean herself off. She first wiped the goo off her butt, then went to her face. She put her glasses back on and took out her mirror to make sure she’d gotten it all. She looked in the mirror. She looked. There didn’t seem to be any cum left on her face, but she looked. Something about the image she saw didn’t seem right. Of course, it was the same face she saw in the mirror every day, but something in the back of her mind seemed to have expected to see a different face, like the face of a hooker or a porn star or something. Not some geeky-looking schoolgirl.

She finished cleaning up and getting dressed, then released the boys and let them off, neither of them aware that anything had transpired. Once they were gone she took another look in that mirror. It just didn’t look right! Maybe it was right for her a week ago, when she was little more than a bookworm, but it just didn’t fit the person she’d become since the machine entered her life. Maybe it was time to change that look.

***

If Casey was going to continue with this, he was going to need a way to get close to his victims on a regular basis, and he couldn't count on the convenience of always having a school project to work on. His grades were in the high range, so he came up with the idea of signing up as a tutor. It was safe, convenient, and there were plenty of girls who received tutoring for no other reason than to get cute guys in their houses. When Friday rolled around, he became notified of the first person he was to tutor on Monday—and his jaw nearly hit the floor. Katie. The sweet, baby-faced, innocent-looking little girl who was still at the top of his to-screw list. His luck was just too good to be true! He suddenly found himself wondering how fate was going to drop Joyce right into his lap.

That was the good news. On the other hand, Erin had been unusually quiet since she started her turn with the machine. He had been seeing her less often, and their conversations were briefer than usual. He had asked her once what, or who, she had done with the machine, and her only answer was to give him a wicked grin and say "Wouldn’t you like to know!" He began to get the impression that Erin was up to something, and that simply asking her about it wouldn’t get him any nearer to finding out what.

Casey came to school on Monday ready to receive the machine back. Erin showed up with a very uncharacteristic aura of mystery around her. Her clothing was notably more feminine than usual, and her face wore a grin of confidence and anticipation that seemed very unlike her. At last, after receiving back the machine, Casey could bear it no longer.

"Erin, what the hell are you up to?"

The smile she gave him was so wicked and seductive it almost scared him. "You’ll find out very soon, darling," she cooed as she began walking off past him. Just before going off she gave him a quick kiss on the cheek with a loud "Mmmwaah!" Casey turned and stared at her wide-eyed as she walked away, thrusting a hip out with each step. Who the hell was this, and what had she done with Erin?

As it had to, the critical moment came. Casey packed up his bags with books, paper, writing implements, and of course the machine. This was going to be a fun afternoon! When he knocked on her door, Katie answered it with her typical uncertain look, followed by the uncertain smile. She gingerly ushered him in and they began studying. As they worked, their constantly seemed to be a slightly faraway look in Katie’s sweet blue eyes, and most of her sentences were starting out with stutters, like there was something on her mind that she was afraid to bring up. Wasn’t she just adorable!

While still searching for his right moment, he couldn’t help but feel a touch of sympathy for this seemingly tortured little thing. There was something she wanted to get out so badly, she just needed a little help. "Is there something on your mind, Katie?"

She seemed to have a bit of trouble meeting his gaze. "Wh-wh-what do you mean?"

Casey chuckled. "Come on, Katie, it’s written all over your face! It’s okay, you can tell me. What’s bothering you?"

"Uh, w-well there, there is …something."

Casey nodded his head, opening his eyes wider, waiting for her to get it out. "Uh-huh?"

She cringed and said, "No, n-never mind, it’s nothing."

"Oh, come on."

"I, I shouldn’t, really."

"Don’t worry about it!" Casey’s patience was wearing a little thin. "Whatever it is, you can tell me. I’ll understand, no matter what it is!"

She looked at him hopefully. "Whatever it is?"

"Whatever!"

"Okay…" She began to tense up. She closed her eyes and bit her lip, and tensed up some more, and finally blurted out… "Do you want to have sex with me no strings attached?"

Casey turned stone still. He stared at her. There was no way he had heard that right. He twisted his head around and said, "Could you please say that again, in my good ear this time?"

"No, I mean it," she said, starting to blush slightly. "I…I really want to have sex, no strings attached. That’s why I signed up for the tutoring in the first place."

For a moment, Casey said nothing, then said, "I was under the impression you didn’t like sex, that you were afraid of it or something."

"Well, that first time I had sex, the guy just sort of… stopped calling me, so I thought I didn’t do well, so I haven’t done it again since. But I want to get a little more experienced before I get into college, so I signed up for the tutoring thing to get someone I could, you know, practice with. When I saw my tutor was you, I figured… you know, you’re always hanging out with Erin, so I talked to her about this to see if you were the right guy, and she said she couldn’t think of anyone better."

Suddenly Casey was impressed. Erin knew what Katie was planning, and hadn’t said a word. She’d deliberately kept it from him. She’d kept it as a surprise. She wanted to make sure Katie caught him off guard. Subsequently, another thought came to him: the Erin he knew two weeks ago would never have done something like that.

Not that he was in a position to complain, of course.

"Well, who am I to say no?" The irony of this situation was just incredible. He’d come planning to brainwash this girl into screwing him, and it turned out he didn’t even need the machine, or much of anything for that matter, to get her to do that!

She put all her study materials down—and stopped, apparently waiting for him to make the first move. He took the hint and obliged her, putting a hand on her face and engulfing her mouth. He began to realize that using the machine on her would have pretty much been a moot point, as she was proving to be a total submissive anyway. She was hanging back, letting him to all the work. By the time he had gotten her down to her lingerie, she had barely touched him. "Hey, don’t be afraid to move a little," he instructed as he pulled his shirt off. "I want to be giving and receiving here." She nodded, and carefully took the offensive on his lips, while her fingers began to work his pants. "That’s better," he said between kisses as he reached around to unfasten her bra. His mouth traveled down her neck to in between her petite globes. 

She pulled his boxers off of him, then turned and reached down into her pencil pouch, and came up with a blue square-shaped wrapper. She ripped it open with her teeth and rolled the round piece of rubber inside down onto the stick on his lap that pointed to the ceiling. Then she stood up, dropped her panties to the floor, and positioned herself with her knees on the couch on either side of him. Her mouth hung open as she slid down, absorbing him. She threw her arms around his neck and started slowly, gently rising and falling. Her eyes fluttered shut and her lips curled back over her teeth and sealed tightly. A series of muffled moans came form her, then she licked her top lip, and let her mouth drop open slightly as her head bounced backward and she let out an audible gasp. Then she went back to the sealed lips and continued a general pattern. The pattern was beautiful, but gradually she began to pick up some speed, and the pattern became even better, until at last her eyes snapped tight shut and her jaw came unhinged, and an incredible scream came out of her gaping maw. Her slick pussy squeezed tighter, pushing him over the edge at last, pouring jism into the condom.

Katie collapsed against his chest, her breathing coming hard next to his ear. "How was I?" she whispered at last.

Casey smiled. "You were wonderful."

***

After leaving Katie’s house, Casey stopped at home briefly to drop off the machine and left for work for a few hours, then finally came home that evening. The absence of his parents’ car was to be expected, since they were away for a few more days. The presence, however, of Erin’s car was not entirely expected.

The porch light was on, as were a number of lights in the house, as he could see from the windows. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that she had let herself in using the secret key hidden inside the fake rock on the porch and was waiting for him inside. But what exactly was she waiting for him for? Well, of course he could guess…

As soon as he stepped inside the house, even though Erin was not present in the living room, her general intentions instantly became clear. He realized there weren’t as many lights on in the house as he originally thought; much of the light he’d seen from the window was coming from the dozens of candles that stood everywhere he looked, riddled all around with flower petals. On the coffee table was a tiny cardboard box with a little piece of paper taped to it that read "important." Inside it was a neutralizer accompanied by a message: "Put this on and come up to your room." Casey smiled with anticipation and, putting the neutralizer in his ear, headed upstairs.

His curiosity mounting, he took another step towards his door. Every floorboard in the house seemed to creak with a loud echo. God only knew what he’d find on the other side of that door. He cautiously extended a hand and rotated the smooth round thing of brass, and gave a little push. With the door partly open, he poked his head in and looked around. Erin was still nowhere to be seen, but a large dressing screen that had never been there before was situated in the room. Plenty more candles and flower petals lay about, and a little disco ball hung from the light fixture, throwing the candlelight all about the room. Casey cautiously stepped inside and shut the door. "Hello?"

In response, a slow music track started up, and a gorgeous feminine shape twirled out from behind the dressing screen. All of a sudden the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, one he hardly recognized, was standing before him seductively, putting one hand on the top of the screen and the other on her hip, and one leg bent at the knee and standing on the ball of her foot. She had a shimmering waterfall of wavy brown hair, and a pair of glittering green eyes with no glasses in front of them. She wore a fancy silken robe, and a smile like none he’d ever seen before. That was about it. Oh, except for the neutralizer in her ear.

When he was able to find his voice, Casey sputtered out, "Erin? Is that you?"

"You better believe it is, sugar lips," she said the sexiest voice that had ever come out of her mouth.

Casey sputtered some more, but not in the form of words this time. Erin began striding over to him in a slower variation of the walk she had used this morning. "Don’t be so shy. After all, it’s your party." She began twirling one of the straps of her robe. "And I think it’s time you unwrapped your present."

Then came the inevitable question: "Erin, could you explain to me why we’re both wearing neutralizers?"




Mind Frequency Ch. 03



Erin gave him a seductively sinister giggle. "I was wondering when you were going to ask me that." With that, she clapped her hands twice, and it suddenly became clear that they were not alone in this room. Two girls stepped out from either side of the dressing screen, neither of them wearing a neutralizer, or much of anything for that matter. Casey recognized them as people that Erin sometimes casually hung out with…what where their names? Hmm, the blonde one was…Jesse, yeah, that was it. The redhead was…Virginia? No, Ver…Veruca. Yeah, Veruca. "Girls," Erin commanded, "would the two of you please start undressing this nice boy?"

The two nudes strode over to him, and Jesse took hold of his shirt and began pulling it up while Veruca started to unfasten his pants. As they did this, Casey couldn’t help but ask, "Just how much time did you spend planning this, Erin?"

"Oh, pretty much the total amount of time that elapsed between about twelve noon yesterday and ten minutes ago."

Casey nodded. "Erin, you are incredible," he said, just now noticing that the two slave girls had gotten down to his boxers. Both of them pulled them off simultaneously, exposing his growing hunk of meat.

"Mm, doesn’t that look tasty?" Erin cooed. "Why don’t you go sit down on the bed, Casey. The two of you, start licking that thing like a popsicle."

Instantly Casey was warped into heaven. "Okay," Casey sighed, looking down at the two girls running their warm, wonderful tongues up either side of his shaft, "they’re incredible too."

Casey watched as Erin pulled the straps of her robe and threw her one and only garment to the floor, deliberately showing off all her assets. She came over and sat down next to Casey on the bed, and pulled Veruca off of him. "Jesse, give him some head now. Veruca, you can go down on me." The two friends now sat side-by-side, both with a girl planted face-first between their legs, and both in heaven. When Casey looked to the side at Erin, her head was thrown back, her eyes were shut and her mouth was hanging open in the smile that had not left her face all evening. She turned to look at him and said, "Is she good?"

"She very good," Casey moaned. Erin leaned over to him and engaged a wet lip-lock. She held it for a while, then he felt her tense up and break off the kiss, allowing her to do some audible gasping. She cried out with the throes of her first orgasm of the night.

She commanded Jesse and Veruca to let off, and gave them some new instructions. "Why don’t the two of you get out your little toy." The two girls got up and scampered over to the dressing screen, and came out with a little blue plastic object. As Erin stood up and took the object, Casey had managed to identify what the object was: a double-dildo. Casey didn’t even want to know where that came from. "Get down on all fours, both of you, ass-to-ass." They obeyed, and Erin got down on her knees and slid the little thing into both their pussies, and they started humping. Erin watched them and smiled, then looked up at Casey, pleased to see how this new action had added some extra fire to his hard-on. She got up, strode over to where Casey sat, turned around, and seated herself in his lap, slowly easing him into her. She threw one arm around behind him and leaned to the side as she started to bounce, allowing him to still get a view of the show. Casey had had some outrageous experiences since the machine came into his possession, but this beat the hell out of them all. Screwing Erin while watching two girls getting nasty right in front of him… does it get any better than this? "Louder!" Erin barked at the two screaming girls. Okay, apparently it did get better than this.

Erin threw her head back and closed her beautiful eyes in ecstasy. Casey seized the opportunity and engulfed her mouth. When he disengaged, she smiled sweetly at him, then raised her head again, and suddenly stopped bouncing. "Jesse," she commanded, "trade places with me." Erin stood up and went over to Veruca as Jesse got up and sat down on Casey, and then the routine continued as before, but different this time. Having the dominant girl on one end of the double-dildo did do something to change the scenario. Not in a bad way, though. Not in a bad way at all. Erin’s smiling mouth hung open as she screamed with delight, which only amplified Casey’s own as Jesse pleasured herself on him. Eventually Erin gave the command, "Veruca, switch with Jesse." Jesse returned to the girl fuck, while Casey now got to screw the third girl in the room. This didn’t change as much, of course, but it was only fair that everyone did everyone.

Finally, Casey made the announcement: it was coming. Instantly Erin commanded everyone to drop what they were doing, and rushed over and knelt in front of Casey, whom she told to stand up. "Gather ‘round, girls!" she commanded. Now Casey was jerking off with three girls kneeling before him with their eager, hungry tongues hanging out. Jerking it wildly from side to side, Casey growled like a beast and released a spray of goo across three mouths. He sighed, and collapsed on the bed.

"Girls," said Erin, audibly licking and smacking her lips, "say thank you to Casey."

"Thank you Casey."

"You are soooooooo welcome, girls!"