4 comments/ 179629 views/ 15 favorites Power Ch. 01 By: sil_writer ~#~#~#~ Hi, this I my first time writing an erotic story, so your feedback would be great! High votes would be nice as well :) I left the story open ended, so if the feedback of the story was good, I could go on to write a second chapter. ~#~#~#~ I look around me and I see children, adults, blacks, whites and thousands of other types of people. They may all look different, but deep down they are all the same. But I'm different. When I was born, doctors noticed that my brain activity was different from other peoples. I spent the first four years of my life in a specialist brain hospital, being observed for any abnormal activity. I was treated like a lab rat. In the end they found nothing special, I was chucked into an orphanage, never having known my parents. I had strange brain activity, yes, but there seemed to be no affect on me as a person. That's what they thought. 10 years later, I was 14 and still in the same orphanage. But something happened one day in the summer, which seemed very strange to me. I was about a year or so into puberty, and bored as hell with my life. No one listened to me because I was insignificant to them. That was going to changed. I was the little kid, who everyone picked on, and one day I was being layed into by a boy called Greg Turner. He hit me a few times, and I was backed into a corner, I could hear my head thumping and pain was going throughout my whole body. All I could do was shout, "STOP." Greg just stood their, his fist in mid-air. Everyone else looked on, wondering what was going on. "GO AWAY." I shouted, and he did. It was almost as if he was obeying my command. That day I didn't know what was happening, but now I know, that was the first time my mind control gift started. Five years on and I have perfected my gift, for everything and anything. The first few years I couldn't do much except make someone do a few little tasks before pain shook though my whole head. Now I can control anyone. My name is Dave, and I'm a horny 19 year old. Now I know about sex, I realise I have been horny since the day I became 14, and my sex drive has grown more and more each year. The first time I used my gift for sex was when I was 18, want to know about it? Yeah I knew you would. I'd turned 18 and had been perfected my skills for about four years. I had tried my skill on everyone at my orphanage, but never did anything sexual; I hardly had a clue as to what sex was. They never let us out much, and we had tutors every day, even on weekends. But I had turned 18, and was now aloud to leave. I wasn't sure if my skill would work perfect with everyone, so the first thing I did when I left the place was walk up to random people, making them do things like hop on one leg and bark like a dog. It worked. I had people doing crazy things all over the place. For the first time in my life I was having fun. That's when I saw it, a strip club. I didn't have much of a clue about it, but the images of scantily clad women on the walls outside gave me a tingling feeling in my boxers. I had to go in! I walked though the doors to be stopped by a man asking for I.D, but I moved him on straight away making him think he needed to shit really badly. This was going to be fun. I looked around to see flashing lights and topless women dancing on tables, while old men sat around them. I'd never seen anything like it. I took a seat at an empty table that a blonde girl was dancing at. She had long beautiful legs, and the most gorgeous arse I had ever seen. She smiled at me as I sat, and she moved my way. Her thong and tiny bra, left little to my imagination, but I didn't have much imagination when it came to this stuff. "Want me to take this off?" she said pulling at her bra. "Y…y..yes please", I stuttered, not knowing what I should really say. "Please won't get this off honey, show me the money", she kneeled in front of me, waiting for me to give her some money. But I didn't have any. This was the moment my mind first clicked, to the sexual potential my powers had. "You don't need money, you were going to take your bra off anyway, and that thong," I whispered to her. "Yes I was" She brought her tightly held breasts in front of me, and reached behind her unclasping the bra. Bringing the bra down, her breast came out of it, in full view for me. I'd never seen a pair of naked breasts before, and at the sight of them I felt my cock harden. They were perfect. Her breasts were smooth and the nipples were small but stood out like bullets. I reached a hand up, but she pulled back, "No touching" "You want me to touch you, I'm special to you" Her face went calm, and she moved forward again. I reached up and grasped her breast. It was warm and soft, and I didn't want to let go. But people were staring and some bouncers started to run towards the table I was at. It seemed touching really wasn't allowed. Reluctantly I let go of her soft breast and ran for the door. I didn't want too much trouble, as I had only just set out of my new fresh life. I wanted to know more, more about sex. I ran to a video store and walked straight to the section called 'Porno'. Picking up as many videos as I could I went to the door, and an alarm went off. The shopkeeper came to stop me. "These are my tapes, you don't need to worry", I said. "Oh ok, sorry son, the alarm system must be playing up again, thanks for stopping by." The feeling of power surged through me, I never knew how much my powers could do for me, but I now knew they would come in very handy. By the end of that day I had a penthouse apartment in one of the most expensive apartment blocks in the area, and I hadn't paid a thing. Life here was going to be good. I watched all the tapes about 5 times each, and picked up a lot of things. One of them being masturbation. Wow, I didn't know what I had been missing! The next day I set out on a mission. A mission to loose my virginity. I was walking around town, looking for women, lots of them. The first target I found working in a clothes shop. I was picking up some clothes for my new wardrobe and went to walk out the shop when a beautiful Asian girl stopped me. She was slightly shorter than me with long curled brown hair. She had a tight pair of leather trousers, which showed her perfect arse off to the world, and a tight pink top that showed off her smallish breasts off well. I wanted her. "Excuse me sir, have you paid for those items?" she said as she stopped me from leaving. "Yes you served me remember." "Oh yes, of course I did, I'm sorry sir, I don't know what's wrong with me today." "Its ok, you should probably have a night out, come to this address at 8:00pm sharp, and call me master not sir." I said handing her a piece of paper with my address on it. "Yes, I need a night out, I'll be there master." "What's your name?" "Jessica" "Good Jessica, I'll see you tonight." This was easy. The next two girls almost found me. I was walking around the town still on the prowl. When these two twins bumped into me, making me drop all the things I had. "Oh my god! We're so sorry!" they both said together. I looked up, ready to make them jump in the road or something like that. But as I looked up my rage disappeared. They were both wearing short frilly skirts, and had the smoothest legs I had ever seen. They must have been identical twins, because as I looked up further I saw that both had smooth tanned stomachs, and they both had very large breasts. Finally getting up to my feet, I looked at their faces. They were about the same age as me, maybe a year or so older, and looked like models. "We are so sorry" they cried. "Its ok, tell me your names." They obeyed. The girl on the left was called Sarah, and her twin sister was called Holly. "Pick up my stuff and follow me." They scrabbled all my stuff together, and followed me to my flat. When we got there it was almost 7pm. I had 1 hour before Jessica would get there. So I decided to have some fun with Sarah and Holly first. On some of the videos I had watched, there were some scenes where girls had sex with other girls. I decided I wanted to see this up front and personal. "Sit on the bed, and stay still in till I command you to do so." They did. "Have you ever done anything sexual with each other?" I asked. "Eww, no that's incest!" I didn't know what this was, but I knew I had a lot to learn. "Sarah, take your sisters clothed off." Sarah stood up and walked to Holly. She pulled at her top lifting it over her head, letting he bra clad breast bounce down as her top came off. Next she got Holly to stand and worked the dress down her legs. When the dress was off she took off Holly's shoes and then stopped. "All of them." I commanded. Reaching behind her sister Sarah unclipped Holly's bra and her breasts sprung out of it. They were much bigger than the stripper's breasts and I was mesmerised. Only when Sarah sat down did I realise that she had taken her sisters underwear off as well. I looked between Holly's legs to see her pussy. It was different to some of the ones I had seen; there was no hair at all. I could see it gleaming, as juices where already pouring out of her. She was excited. "Did you like that Holly? Did you like Sarah stripping you, like I commanded?" "Yes" she said. "Yes, MASTER" "Yes master. "Good", I had them both under my control. Now the fun could begin. I got Holly to strip Sarah and she was just as excited. Her shaved pussy (like her sisters) was leaking her juices all over her panties. I got them to lie on the bed, as I took a seat, giving me the best view of them. "Kiss each other." They moved together and went crazy snogging each other. I guessed they probably wouldn't need my commanding to have sex, but they wouldn't have done it in front of me. "Kiss her from head to toe Sarah." Sarah kissed her way down her sisters body, stopping at her breast to suck and nibble at her nipples, produces a long moan from Holly's mouth. As she got to Holly's pussy I stopped her. "Now, put two fingers in your sisters hot pussy, then take them out and taste them." She went straight ahead and plunged two of her fingers straight into Holly's vagina. "Ah yeahhhh…" moaned Holly. Sarah then went on to take her fingers and lap away at the juices on them. "Do you like the taste of you sisters pussy?" "Mmmmm….", was the only answer I got from her. "If you like it so much then eat it." The girls were putting on quite a show for me. I unzipped my trousers as I watched Sarah eat her own sister's pussy. I pulled my, by then, rock hard cock out, then slowly began to masturbate, looking onto this great scene. This was better than videos. "Tell your sister what you want Holly, scream what you want" "Ohhhh Sarah! Lick my pussy! Ahhhhhhhh yesss, ohh yeah. Finger fuck me! Do it, more! More! I want your whole fucking hand in my pussy, fuucccckkkkkk meeeeeeee!!!!" That was the first time I saw a woman cum, up close and personnel. It was great. I looked up and down Holly's panting body; her breast heaved up and down as she breathed. Her sister sat between her legs, still licking away as a drenched pussy. I wanted to fuck them both right then, but I couldn't start the real party till Jessica got there. So I decided to get the girls to give me my first blowjob, and what a blowjob it was! "Both of you come over to me", I commanded. They obediently crawled over to the chair where I sat, both kneeling in front of me. "Now both of you give me a blowjob." Both their heads shot forward. Sarah started at my balls, licking and sucking them, while Holly, took the head of my cock into her mouth. Her tongue twirled over it, like it was a lollypop to her. With a girl sucking on my balls, and another sucking my cock, I nearly blew my load right then and there. I was new to the whole sex thing, and the blowjob was unbelievable! I managed to hold back from cumming, as the girls both brought a hand up to my cock and started working it up and down. My mind was exploding, and not because I was having trouble controlling there minds! The slurping noises where driving me insane, and I knew I wouldn't last very long. When Holly took my cock right down deep into her throat it was just too much! "I'm cumminnnggg!!!!" I moaned. Holly pulled my cock out of her mouth, and both of them opened their mouths, ready to catch my cum. I shot spurt after spurt of it, all of which the girls got in their mouth, on their face and on there tits. "Swallow it all", I told them. "Yes master", they said together. I sat back in the chair watching as they licked each other and my cock clean, swallowing up every last little bit of my cum. Looking to the bedroom door, I saw it was slightly open. Though the gap in the door, I could see a pair of eyes looking onto the scene. It was exactly 8pm. The night was just getting starting. Power Ch. 01 Joanne wondered what Mr. Johnson wanted so late at night. It had been a long day and the twenty-eight year old account executive was ready to go home finally when he buzzed her. With a deep sigh, she set her handbag down on her desk and walked briskly to the corner office where the Senior Vice President for Corporate Accounts kept his hours for the day. It was late already and only a few lights were on in the building since almost everyone had already gone home. Joanne brushed a loose strand of auburn hair behind her hair and knocked on the door, confidently, like the college grad always did, trying to maintain control of the situation. Her feet fidgeted slightly when there was no answer and she was about to knock again when finally she heard Mr. Johnson's deep voice telling her to enter. When she walked into the office, Joanne couldn't help but feel her heart jump. Mr. Johnson was a powerful man, he was tall and wide shouldered, ruggedly handsome. He had the demeanor, voice and carriage that commanded respect. He was definitely a type-A personality, something that Joanne secretly admired. She couldn't help but be attracted to a man of such strength and will. The office was dimly lit, only the lamp on his solid mahogany desk was lit. Mr. Johnson stood with his back to her, looking out the seventh floor window into the skyline of Memphis, Tennessee. He didn't turn to greet her, nor did he speak to her. Joanne walked in and looked around, uncomfortable by his lack of attention to her. She fidgeted again and bit her lip unsure of what to do or say. To keep from looking a fool, she remained silent, standing in the center of the room with her feet together. Joanne couldn't see his amused smile on his face as he watched her reflection. A man who liked to keep woman, his prey off guard, he knew the rules and he knew the game. A cunning and forceful man, Mr. Johnson knew that Joanne would be no match for his will. Taking a deep breath, he turned around. Joanne tried to control her breathing and the hot blush she could feel rising up in her as her boss stared her down. His lips were pursed as he silently appraised her. Somehow she felt naked under his gaze, as if he was undressing her with his eyes. She fidgeted on the five-inch heels and wished she could run away but knew that she couldn't; if she did she would lose her job. Finally, Mr. Johnson smiled at her as he sat down. She uneasily returned the smile but remained silent. If only she could recognize the deeply submissive currents running through her body. Mr. Johnson recognized them, nonetheless. "You're a very beautiful woman, Joanne," Mr. Johnson said finally. He could see that she was uncomfortable standing there while he sat but he did not invite her take a seat. Instead he left her on her feet in the center of the office. "Thank you, Mr. Johnson," Joanne said as she looked around, wish she could sit down. The young woman saw the look on his face and thought to herself, great, now another man I have to fuck to get ahead. How far she was from the truth, if she only knew. "You're also very smart, Ms. Granger," he said, looking at her. "Scored top of your class at University of Pennsylvania. Then Cumme Laude at Wharton Business School," he smiled up at her. "Makes me wonder why you're down here in the south, rather than on Wall Street where you can be making millions." I'm already making millions, you asshole, she said silently, wishing she could just get on with it. The beautiful young woman had already resigned herself to having to get on her back for him to get promoted but that was ok. She liked sex and if it meant a nicer office, then fuck it. "Thank you, Mr. Johnson," Joanne replied with a warm smile of her own. "But," he said, frowning, his gaze turning stern. "Is why you would steal." "Steal?" Joanne asked, wondering what the fuck was going on. "I didn't steal anything," she said indignantly. "Oh yes you did. The proof is right here." Mr. Johnson held up a sheaf of papers. "It's all right here, how you embezzled hundreds of thousands from your accounts, accounts of money from people that trusted you to look after their estates and their livelihood. " I thumbed through the stack of receipts and papers. "Somewhere in the neighborhood of six hundred thousand dollars." Joanne just stared at him, flabbergasted, bending slightly at the waist as if she had been punched in the gut. How could this be? Her heart was racing and she could feel sick to her stomach. She had never stolen anything in her life! "I don't know how this happened, but I didn't steal anything and I will not get blamed for this," she said as strongly and as indignantly as she could, trying to maintain some semblance of control over the situation. "And here's the security report," Mr. Johnson said with a smile as he held the paper up. "It's already complete and ready to go to the police," he looked at her. She withered beneath the cruel smile. "You can't do this!" she said, trying to regain control of her composure but she could feel the tears building up. "You can't do this." "Wanna bet you fucking bitch?" Mr. Johnson snarled as he leaned forward. "Who do you think the cops are gonna believe?" He lifted the sheaf of papers again. "I got receipts. I have the proof right here. All this shit is going o land your fucking bitch ass in jail." Joanne couldn't help it any longer. She finally broke down and started to sob, wondering what she was going to do. The tears flowed freely as Mr. Johnson leaned back in his chair watching with a satisfied grin on his face. He sure did know how to pick them. He sat silently and watched as the young woman balled her eyes out, not even trying to hide the triumphant look on his face. "I can't go to jail," she finally said, sniffling and trying to stop crying. "I just can't." Then the tears came again. "Oh my god, what am I going to do?" "I guess you'll just go to jail," Mr. Johnson said with a shrug as if he really cared. "I can't!" she nearly screamed in panic. "Well," Mr. Johnson said, watching her. Joanne's face turned to his as she looked him desperately. She forgot that he was the one that had framed her and put her in the situation to begin with. "Perhaps there is a way to keep you out of jail." His voice was unsure and he leaned back, crossing his arms as if in deep thought. "What?" Joanne asked desperately as his voice trailed off. "I'll do anything to keep from going to jail." "Anything?" Mr. Johnson asked immediately as he leaned in, staring her down the way that she had seen him do hundreds of times in the boardroom or at the negotiating table. Not trusting herself to speak, Joanne only nodded her head. "Then turn around and show me your ass." When she hesitated, Mr. Johnson snarled: "right now bitch before I call the cops. Show me your ass!" As if a switch had been thrown, Joanne turned around and lifted the tail of he black skirt exposing the black lace boy short panties that she wore. Her face reddened with embarrassment but what else could she do. It was like she was having an out of body experience, able to see and hear everything, but she could no longer control. Joanne had been given a command and she obeyed. "I knew you had a nice ass," Mr. Johnson said with a self-satisfied grin. "I just knew it. Turn around." Joanne complied but didn't look in her boss's eyes. "open your shirt," he commanded next. Somewhere in the back of her mind, Joanne wondered why he didn't just have her strip but was too fearful to ask. Obediently, she unbuttoned the white cotton blouse and opened the shirt, revealing the low-cut white bra that she wore. "Look at me," Mr. Johnson commanded. She complied. "You really are a beautiful woman." There was an odd look on his face, Joanne thought detachedly. Self satisfied, almost knowing, like he had anticipated this moment for a long time. She felt a chill run down her spine as she thought for a moment over the past year that she had worked at the Company. Mr. Johnson had always been there to help, giving advice and assistance with her deals so that she could learn the ropes. As much as he had helped he had also been an unfailingly harsh and strict taskmasker. She would be berated and ridiculed for the smallest of mistakes, punished with late worknights and menial tasks that she felt were below her. When she had succeeded and pleased him, Joanne had been rewarded with tiny gifts, small compliments and other things which she had cherished. A cold sweat broke out over Joanne's body as she came to a realization that he had been planning this all along. The past year had been leading up to this moment. Mr. Johnson saw the recognition in her eyes and only laughed, making her all the more miserable. "That's right, you bitch. I've been planning this all along. I've been training you so to speak." Mr. Johnson chuckled at her horror of the thought. "And unless you want to be put in prison for the next ten years and be fucked and raped by every dyke bitch until your cunt is bleeding, you're going to do everything I say." Joanne was completely defeated now. She knew that she had no choice. Over the past year he had specifically and expertly trained her to obedience and unquestioned loyalty to him. Even if she wanted it, it would have been counter-instinctual to disobey. All the pretty young woman did was nod in response. "Good. Now pull your bra down so I can see your nipples," Mr. Johnson ordered as he sat down in the chair." He grinned at seeing the little pebbles that were quickly growing hard and larger by the second. She couldn't help but be excited. The fear was making her shiver and the rest of her body coarse with energy. Her nipples were hardening and she couldn't believe it but her sex was getting wet! "Nice. Very nice. Now play with them and make them hard." The command made her blush and wish she had a hole she could crawl into. Joanne hesitated for a moment. "Now bitch!" Mr. Johnson yelled and slammed his hand against the desk. With a jump and the adrenaline from fear flowing through her veins, she quickly complied. She tweaked her nipples, feeling the tiny nubs getting harder as she worked them. She could also feel her heart racing and her pussy getting wet, something that shamed her. Here she was being commanded and virtually raped and she was excited about it! She was aroused! Joanne couldn't help the moan that escaped her lips, much to her shame but the chuckled amusement of Mr. Johnson. She really was a beautiful young woman. She was tall for her gender at five-foot seven but carried the 130 pounds well on her frame. She liked to think she had all the right curves in all the right places. While some women were as thin as rails and skin and bones, Joanne was not. She had small breasts, only B-cup but they were extremely excitable and she loved having them played with. Some nights when she was home alone, she could make herself cum just from nipple and breast play. That was why she was so aroused now. No matter the situation, she couldn't help the reaction of her body. Her hair was long and blonde, straight to the middle of her back. Mr. Johnson smiled when she threw her head back with a moan, closing her lovely blue eyes. Her skin was fair and light complected. All and all she was a stunning young woman, with the figure, the skin tone and the eyes to be a model...or a porn star. "Good," Mr. Johnson said. "Move closer." She inched toward him, fearful of what would be next. He was so unpredictable. "Closer," he said and she inched a little closer. "Closer," he snapped and she moved to within a foot of him, letting him see her exposed hardened nipples that were standing proud. "Are you aroused?" Mr. Johnson asked in a conversational voice, only confusing Joanne all the more. "No," she lied, trying to hide the truth. "Lift your skirt," he commanded and Joanne obeyed, not knowing what else to do. She looked away and closed her eyes. She felt so embarrassed holding the black skirt above her hips, exposing herself like that but what else could she do. Joanne shuddered when she felt his large strong finger on her skin. She shivered and closed her eyes, feeling the tears. Then she felt it lightly running up her inner thigh and she moaned a little, embarrassed and shocked at herself. Then she bucked her hips and threw her head back, moaning even louder when she felt his fingers on her sex, pressing down and massing her clit with strong motions, almost like he owned it. She gasped when he pulled his hand away, never knowing it could feel like that. Joanne was no prude. She had had sex enough through high school and college, had even fucked a professor once for good grades. She had experimented, been with a few girls even did some group sex, but never had she been dominated before. Never had she felt hands so strong, so possessive on her before. She blacked out slightly and felt her burning cheek as she crashed into the desk, landing across the mahogany wood, laying still, disbelieving. Why did he slap her! How could he slap her! She was a woman! She should have been indignant and angry but she wasn't. All Joanne could feel was fear. "That's what you get for lying, you bitch," Mr. Johnson said and then she felt his hands roughly on her, massaging her ass. She yelped when he spanked her. It had been years since she had been spanked and it burned her ass but she lay still in the pain, searing through her. Every time his hand landed on her ass, her clit was pushed into the desktop and she couldn't believe that she was still wet. She was feeling a definite need for sex. Soon she was crying in pain as smack after smack landed on her ass, reddening both cheeks. After only twenty spanks, Joanne lay on the desk, whimpering, shivering eyes closed, tears running down her cheeks. Never before had she felt so punished. She didn't move for fear of being spanked again. She couldn't take another! Joanne lay as still as she could, clinging to the edge of the desk, eyes closed, wishing she was somewhere else. She tensed her body when she felt his large hands roughly pulling her boyshort panties to the side, exposing her pussy. She kept it shaved of course, taking the time to trim and keep it neat at least every other day, rubbing baby oil and other skin moisturizers on the soft skin around her pubis. Joanne didn't know how feminine she actually was. "You fucking bitch of a whore, you like it," Mr. Johnson sneered. Joanne whimpered but remained silent, blushing hotly as she felt her own pussy oil. She was so humiliated. How could she like what was happening to her. "I'll give you something else you'll like, you fuckin' whore." Joanne tensed up and held her breath as she waited for what she knew was going to happen. No stranger to sex, she steadied herself. Nothing could prepare her though as the tip of his cock ran up and down her pussy lips, lubricating itself before pushing deep into her in one long motion. Joanne reared up, not expecting to be stretched so wide. She moaned and felt her eyes tearing up. He was so huge! Mr. Johnson pushed her back down on the desk and she just lay there as he fucked her, feeling her pussy stretch to accommodate his large cock. She could hear him moaning and grunting as he fucked her, harder and harder with every thrust until he was [ushing her on the desk. "You like it don't you?" Mr. Johnson growled as he pummeled her, bruising her pussy and using her hard. "I can feel your wet cunt. I can hear your moans and your soft cried. You like it, bitch, don't you? You like being used, don't you." Joanne remained silent, unable to admit it to herself, not wanting to say the words. She yelped and cried out when he smacked her still red and welted ass cheek as his cock slammed into her wet cunt. "Yes! I like it!" she cried out. "I like it!" "Tell me you like it, you bitch," Mr. Johnson snarled. "Tell me what you like." "I like being fucked," Joanne said, stunning herself. It was like someone else that was talking. It wasn't her. She never talked like this. "I want you to fuck me! Fuck me hard!" her cunt was gripping the huge cock inside her and milking it for all it was worth. Her muscles spasmed, sending pleasurable impulses throughout her body. She sobbed and moaned, squirming as he fucked her, using her. "Fuck me! You're stretching me so wide! You're so big inside me!" She grunted and opened her legs wider but could feel her pussy lips stretching to hold all of him as he pistoned in and out of her. They both could hear the wet slurping sounds of sex. She couldn't deny her arousal now. She couldn't deny that she liked it. Joanne loved sex but never in her wildest dreams would she imagine this. The pleasure was something that she had never felt before. The sensations coursed through her veins as he pounded her, every thrust making her want more, to be stretched more, to be used more. Soon she was moaning, losing her breath, meeting every stroke, pushing back, silently asking for more. Before she even knew what was happening, Joanne was cumming hard, shaking and spasming as her world went black. She slumped on the desk and didn't feel Mr. Johnson slamming into her cunt even harder as he neared his orgasm. She woke up when he pistoned into her, pushing her into the desk, bruising her hips. She was held down and couldn't move but she knew that it was no use. All Joanne could do was grab onto the edge of the desk and endure it as he slammed into her, filling her stretched cunt, moaning and grunting as he fucked her without relent. He got almost violent as he neared orgasm, pulling her back by her hair and lifting her body off of the desk. Her hair burned and tears flowed from her eyes but she did not fight it. She came again unexpectedly when he came, feeling the orgasm rush through her, making her lose her breath as the sensations overtook her system. Mr. Johnson let go of her and she fell to the desk, feeling the warmth of his cum send heat throughout her body. She trembled slightly but did not move. "On your knees," Mr. Johnson said breathlessly as he pulled back, his semi-hard cock swinging in the air as it glistened with the mix of his cum and her pussy juice. "Oh!" she yelped with a jolt, adrenaline flowing again as Mr. Johnson lifted her off the desk by her hair and threw her to the ground. She instinctively looked up through her tears, breathing heavily. Mr. Johnson started at her and then raised his hand. Joanne's eyes were closed but it didn't make the pain any less as he backhanded her left cheek. She grunted in pain and then looked down, trying to make herself small. "Don't hesitate in obeying me anymore, bitch," Mr. Johnson snarled. "Do you understand?" "Yes," Joanne answered meekly. "Now lick my cock clean." Joanne didn't want to be beat again so she started with earnest. The mix of cum and her own juices only made her wet again. She had always been multiorgasm and after what happened tonight, she was even hotter than ever. She could feel her pussy leaking juice as her small tongue licked the shaft of the cock, cleaning it off. "Now my balls." Silently, she obeyed. She licked and sucked on his balls, lapping up all of the cum and juice from his bal sac with the flat of her tongue. This only made her hotter and Joanne was startled as she wondered if he would fuck her some more. Mr. Johnson could tell that she was becoming more excited and he simply sneered at her, laughing in contempt at her arousal. After a moment, he pulled her off his cock her hair and she was left on her knees looking up at him. "That's enough for today," Mr. Johnson said with a fatherly tone. Joanne watched as he stuffed his now soft cock back into his pants and zipped them up before sitting back down at his desk, calm, as if nothing had happened. She stared at him, a thousand thoughts going through her head but she was to afraid to speak. She just kneeled there trembling, partly in fear, and partly in sexual need. Power Ch. 01 "You may go," Mr. Johnson said to her coldly, eyeing her impatiently. Feeling ashamed and belittled, Joanne started to get up on sore legs to leave the office. "No, on your knees," Mr. Johnson commanded. She sobbed as she got back on her knees and started to crawl toward the door, her bare ass swaying in the air with cum dripping down her thighs. Her pussy throbbed and her skirt was still bunched up around her waist. "Oh, and Joanne?" Mr. Johnson called out to her. The young account executive turned to face him silently. "Remember. I still have the papers and the report right here," he said, patting the sheaf of papers on his desk. "You better obey me in all things or your little bitch ass is going to be in jail. I'm sure those dyke bitches would love having fresh cunt like you." Joanne locked eyes with him, heart throbbing. She silently gave in, acceding defeat. "Wear thigh high stockings tomorrow, no panties covering your sore used cunt." He paused and she nodded her head in silent defeat. "Now get the fuck out of my office." His eyes burned into Joanne's back as she crawled out the door and then stood on shaky legs. "What am I going to do?" she asked as she stood and re-arranged her skirt, heading for her cubicle and her handbag. Mr. Johnson smugly laughed as he sat at his computer. After entering his password, the executive vice president was online in the company's security system. He punched in a few codes and clicked a few buttons before he was pulling up the security camera footage that was hidden in the corner of his office. The taste of victory was sweet indeed for him, who had trained her subconsciously for the past year, grooming her for this moment. He relived the victory as he cut and pasted the video feed and recorded it onto the DVD as portable media. He liked to savor the moment. Power Ch. 02 ~#~#~#~ Well after writing the first chapter of this story I wasn’t too sure if I should write more. But I received some nice feedback so here is a second chapter for you. I think I will write one more chapter after this, but I wont be able to get round to writing it till the end of July. Thanks if you vote, and feedback would be nice. ~#~#~#~ So where was I? I’ve told you all that my brain activity being different from yours and how I discovered my mind control powers. I was also telling you about the first time I used them for sexual relief, I’ll get on with it. I’d just got Sarah to go down on Holly (they are twins), and then I got them to suck my cock. By then I was feeling great! That was when I looked to the door to see Jessica’s beautiful eyes looking at me and the two girls licking cum off of each other’s big breasts. Jessica was a sexy Asian girl I had picked up in a clothes shop earlier that day, and I told her to be at my flat at 8pm. The time then, was exactly 8pm. I could see she had changed into a hot little number. It was a skimpy red dress, which made me want to fuck her right then and there. “Come in Jessica,” I called to her, “and take a seat on the bed.” Jessica did just that. She looked very hot that night, and I felt my cock beginning to grow again, minutes after I had received my first blowjob from the twins. “Jessica, meet Sarah and Holly. They’ve just given me a very good blowjob. What would you like from them?” “Um… Umm.. I… I don’t know.” She stammered. It seemed she was quite shy, I changed that. Connecting to her mind, I gave her a few suggestions, and suddenly she shouted, “I want them to suck my tits! While you fuck my wet pussy!” “That’s a very good idea Jessica, I think the twins would like that.” The twins looked up to me, and nodded with cum dripping around their lips. I made the two girls get on to their feet, and had them walk to the bed and pull Jessica’s dress slowly up and over her head. I was surprised to see that she wasn’t wearing any underwear, so as soon as the dress was off, I had a good view of her gorgeous naked body. Her skin clearly stood out as darker, as the twins ran their hands along her body. Her breasts, smaller than the twins’, stayed firm to her chest, and had large dark nipples in the middle. Getting out of the chair I had sat in, to watch Sarah finger and go down on her sister Holly, and receive my first blowjob, I walked up to Jessica lying on the bed. Reaching out my hand I slid it across Jessica’s stomach. It was so warm and smooth. I brought my hand to her right breast, and lightly ran my hand around it, being careful not to touch her nipple. Running my hand slowly up and down the side of her breast, I moved my other hand up to do the same to her other breast and a moaning sound came deep from Jessica’s throat. Lowering my head down, I opened my mouth and snaked my tongue out to tickle it against one of her nipples. This made her whole body shake with pleasure. I wanted her. “Sarah, Holly. Treat Jessica’s body, as if it was a princesses.” The twins leaned forward and ran their hands over Jessica’s body. Then Holly leaned forward and placed her lips onto Jessica’s. At first their mouths were tightly closed, but I removed the worrying thoughts they had in their minds, and slowly they opened up their mouths to one-another. Their tongues darted into each other’s mouth and I could see them swirling them around. Reaching down I pulled Jessica’s leg further apart, and stared up in-between her legs. She had shaved her pubic hair into a long thin strip above the top of her pussy. With my head between her thighs, I moved my right hand up, and rubbed my index finger up and down her pussy, realising how wet she was already. I put my index finger up inside of her. This was my first experience with a female vagina, and it was an amazing feeling. My finger glided in and out of her warm opening, and when I pushed my finger right up inside her, the walls of her vagina held onto it tightly. I put another finger inside of her, and moved my hand up and down. “Mmmmm….” Was the noise that came from Jessica’s mouth, as I added yet another finger. Her moans were slightly muffled though, because Sarah and Holly took turns to shove their tongues down her throat, as they ran there hands all along her body and around her breasts. Pulling my three fingers out of her, they were dripping with her juices. I brought them up to my lips, and put them in my mouth. The taste was much nicer than I thought it would be, and I licked all of her juices off my fingers. Moving my mouth down between her legs, I kissed the outer lips of her vagina. I raked my tongue up along her, and pushed it into her warm opening. The taste was sweet, and I couldn’t get enough. While licking her pussy, I added all 3 fingers again, and started moving them in and out of her. After a few minutes, Jessica started bucking wildly. “Arghh!!! Ahh… Ah,” I then put a forth finger inside of her, and she came for the first time that night, “AHHHHHHHHH!!!! OH YESSSSSS!!!!!!!!” Her pussy tightened around my fingers, then as Jessica’s bucking slowed down I pulled them out, and was ready to loose my virginity. Standing up, I took hold of my cock, which by then had recovered from my blowjob and was standing up at full alert. I placed the tip against Jessica’s pussy, to be kicked back by her legs. “No! Why am I doing this!?” She was sitting herself up and trying to cover her body, and the twins had stopped kissing her, and had shocked faces as if they were wondering why they had just been kissing this Asian girl. It seemed that I had lost control of them by accident in a moment of too much passion. I was going to have to be careful in the future. “Its ok Jessica. You want my cock in you, and you want the girls to pleasure you.” I said taking control of their minds again. “Girls get on with taking care of Jessica.” Jessica lay back on the bed again, and the girls carried on kissing her. I moved forward again, and placed my cock against her pussy, this time with no resistance. “Open you legs wider.” I commanded, and Jessica obeyed right away. Her pussy was soaking wet, I ran my hand along it, and then rubbed her juices along my cock. I thrust my hips forward, and the head of my cock pushed inside of her. “Mmmmm…..” came from Jessica’s mouth, or was it mine? Either way I was in heaven. I pushed the rest of my cock up inside of her, and stayed like that for a while. Her smooth warm pussy, holding onto my cock. I knew at that moment, that I would be using my powers mostly for sex from then on. I started to move in and out of her and all I could hear was moaning, and sloping noises of either the girls tongues moving against each other or Jessica’s pussy as my cock moved in and out of it. It wasn’t long before I felt my balls tingling. Just as I was about to cum an idea popped into my mind. I connected to Jessica’s mind, and basically told her body to cum. To my surprise this actually worked! Jessica’s pussy tightened around my cock, pulling me over the edge. “OH YES! I’M CUMMING!” As the words came out of my mouth, I shot my cum up inside of Jessica. Stream after stream of it came out of my cock. I had just lost my virginity, and it FELT GREAT! I slipped my cock out of Jessica, then made the girls leave the building right then. They walked out of my door, Jessica with cum dribbling out from between her legs, and the twins with bits of cum still covering their breasts. I walked to the window, and laughed as I watched the girls walking out of the building naked, and the shocked faces of passers by. I was controlling the girl’s minds, making them think it was normal to be walking outside naked. I then ordered them to keep thinking this until they got back to their homes. Coming away from the window, I dropped down onto the bed. What a night, I’d just lost my virginity, and after that first insight to a world of sex, I was thirsty for more. ********* Waking up the next morning, I was feeling great. That was until I looked out of my window. I looked down to see police cars parked at the bottom of the building. When I saw them it didn’t come to my mind that they were looking for me. But they were. “KNOCK KNOCK,” someone was at the door, “Open up it’s the police.” I wondered what they wanted, and opened up the door. I was pushed back and pinned to the ground, then a police man went on to tell me my rights and put me in a pair of handcuffs. They lifted me up off the floor. I had no idea what they wanted, but I knew then that I didn’t want to go with them. Reaching out to their minds I got all 4 police men to stop what they were doing, then made one of them undo the handcuffs. “What do you want from me?” I asked. “We’re here to arrest you on charges of suspected rape.” The man next to me told me. After leaving my house Jessica must of thought I had raped her, which I hadn’t. But she can’t have understood what happened, with me controlling her mind and everything. From then on I knew my powers, and how I used them, had consequences, but I didn’t care at the time. So what if the police where after me? I could just control them with my mind. I realise now that having the power had gone to my head. For so long I had been the weak one, who everyone took no notice of. But I suddenly had this ultimate power, and I liked being in control. I could make anyone do anything. I made the police men tie themselves up and then locked them in the apartment. I then left the building, to find a new place to live. As I walked down the street I felt all-powerful. I decided to have a little bit of fun. Across the street I saw a young, big-breasted, female. Walking in her direction was a young roman-catholic priest. Controlling the females mind, I made her pull off her top and bra and pin down the priest. The priest was so shocked about this, and so was everyone else around. Women around the place were gasping and looking away in disgust, but the majority of the men were staring at this woman’s big beautiful breasts, much to the disgust of some of the men’s wife’s. I then got the woman, to unzip the priest’s trousers and pull out his cock, which was by then already hard. (It seemed the priest hadn’t had any kind of sex in a while). I then made the woman give the priest a blowjob right in front of everyone in the street. I sat down on a bench, and just watched laughing at the reactions of some people around. Many were reaching to their phones, to phone the police. But I quickly made them drop their phones and stamp on them. They did this but afterwards they looked even more shocked and wondered why they had just destroyed their phones. Looking back to the priest receiving a blowjob, I saw that the priest had just shot his cum down the big-breasted woman’s throat and she was swallowing it like a pro. The priest was very happy after this, and I hadn’t even had to control his mind. He had just lain there in the street and received a blowjob from a young woman he had never met. I released control of the woman’s mind, and her eyes widened as she woke up to the fact that she had a strangers cock in her mouth in the middle of a street. Pulling her mouth away she quickly jumped up and ran away, before realising that everyone could see her big breasts swinging around as she ran. Screaming she ran back to pick up her clothes, and I could see her face had gone very red. I sat laughing for a few minutes, as the priest got up and put his cock away. He didn’t seem that worried about it at all, and just walked on as if nothing had happened. Getting up I walked on until I got to a little café. I took a seat and looked up to see a TV on the wall. The news was on, and the news reporter was talking about how 4 police men had been found tied up in a apartment, after going to arrest a suspected rapist. Served them right I thought, I didn’t rape anyone, I just made Jessica want to have sex with me. The waitress came over to serve me, and my mouth dropped open. She was a stunner. She has long straight brown hair, and a smooth sweet face. She was slightly taller than I am, and had ample sized breasts. Looking down, I saw her nice long smooth legs, which came out of her knee length skirt. Just looking at her made me realise how horny I was after watching the blowjob in the street. “What would you like sir?” she asked taking her notepad out. I reached out with my mind and took control of her. “I’d like you to fuck me right here in front of everyone in this café.” She started taking a note down voicing some of what she wrote. “fuck…. in café….. in front of everyone. Would you like anything else?” “Yes I want you to take off you clothes right now.” Dropping her pad she ripped off her top. She hadn’t been wearing a bra, so her breasts were right there for everyone to see. She then bent over her arse pointing to my face, and pulled down her skirt, and then ripped off her panties. Everyone around the restaurant was so shocked and some ran out straight away. Controlling her mind, I made her very aroused while she was doing this, and made it so that she didn’t notice that anyone else could see her. “Now take my trousers and boxers off, and suck my cock.” Doing as I said she pushed the table I was at away, and bent down in front of me. I lifted myself up as she pulled my trousers and boxers away, and then sat back down. She took my cock in her hand, and I felt my blood rush to my cock. She bent her head down and sucked my cock into her mouth; her saliva lubed my cock up, and my cock grew in her mouth until I was fully hard. I was surprised to see some people in the restaurant hadn’t even noticed what was going on, and some had noticed, but where just watching the waitress as she sucked my cock. Making sure no one could call the police I made everyone chuck their mobile phones away, which they did straight away, but wondered why they had done it afterwards. “Stand up,” I told the waitress, “Bend over onto the table and let me fuck you.” I had been making her aroused using my control over her, and as she bent over onto the table, her breasts squashing down, I could see that her pussy was nice and wet, ready to take my cock. I took hold of the sides of her waist and pushed my cock inside of her pussy. As I moved in and out of her, I leaned my head back in pleasure. “Oooooo, oh yes, yes I like that.” Moaned the waitress, not even noticing there were lots of other people around us. By then everyone in the restaurant was looking at us, while I rammed my cock into her. I had control of them all, making sure they all just sat there and watched, but most of them didn’t mind watching anyway. Looking over to the counter I saw a man watching with wide eyes, it was the husband of the waitress I was fucking. I reached out to his mind, and made him walk to the table. His wife’s head was over the edge of the table, and she was making mewing noises as I pulled my cock in and out of her. I made the man unzip his trousers and pull his cock out. I then got his wife to suck his cock while I fucked her from behind. It was great. It must have been quite a sight for people in the café, or passers by, seeing a woman sucking a mans cock while being fucked from behind leaning over a table naked, right in the middle of a public café. “Mmmm…. , Ohhhhhh, Yesssssss.” Were the muffled noises I could hear coming out of the waitresses mouth. Ramming my cock into her one last time, I told their minds to make them cum, just as I shot my cum right up into the waitresses pussy. Sliding my shrinking cock out of her pussy, I saw that the husband of the waitress had fallen back onto another table in pleasure and cum was pouring out of the top of his cock, down his leg. His wife was in a very similar cum soaked state, cum was dripping out of her mouth, as she tried to swallow most of her husbands cum, and my own cum was oozing out of pussy. Pulling my trousers up, I started to walk out the café only to see about 5-10 police vehicles pulling up outside. It seemed someone had noticed me as the person reported on the news, and had phoned to report me and report the fact that I was fucking a woman in public. Running down the street, about 5 police vehicles pulled away after me, while the others went in the restaurant to find out what had been going on. (They must have got quite a shock.) I turned another corner, but the police cars were still right behind me, so I just stopped and waited. Trying to think of what to do, I sat down on a bench, and the police were climbing out of their cars running towards me. Controlling their minds I made them stop where they were. I sat there on the bench for about 10 minutes, wondering how I could get the police off my back. Passers by just stared at the police standing there motionless. I came to a decision as I sat there. I would have to leave the country. Power Ch. 02 By the time Joanne got home she was trembling with sexual need. She ripped her clothes off as soon as she got in the door and laid on the couch, already dripping wet. Spreading her long legs as wide as she could she closed her eyes and pushed two fingers into her and finger fucked herself to a quick orgasm. Her muscles clenched down on her fingers as she screamed in pleasure but she kept on going, pushing herself through two more orgasms. After ten minutes she was completely exhausted and dozed off for a moment sucking on her fingers, tasting the remnants of his cum and her pussy juice. Joanne had always been a sexual person, loving sex and trying knew things. The twenty-four year old account executive had never thought of herself as being submissive but it obvious to herself that she was. She had obeyed him without question and without thought. It had been reflex. Looking back over the night, it was surreal for her to think about it. What am I going to do? She asked herself. What am I going to do? Finally she decided to not go to work. She couldn't go to work, not the way things were now there. Joanne knew that she could never face him again. She would just quit and everything would be ok. Yes. That was what she would do. Then she thought about the helplessness of her situation and she started to sob again. She was crying in fear and shock, desperate to figure a way out this situation that she was in. She cried herself to sleep. She woke up on the couch the next morning at six o'clock without the alarm clock. Se was sore, her legs aching and her pussy throbbing, both in memory of the mind blowing orgasms that she had experience and the feel of his huge cock stretching her. She sat on the couch and wondered what she would do. Without thinking and on autopilot she walked into the bathroom of her small apartment and took a shower. It was like it wasn't her but someone else. She felt nothing as she dried her body off and then walked into the bedroom. She started to reach for a pair of panties, a thong, in her top drawer but without really thinking about it, she went to the other drawer and pulled out a pair of black thigh high stockings. Silently and without emotion she put them on and then walked to her closet. She arrived at work right on time at eight-thirty and didn't look at anybody in the eye. The black skirt that she wore was flowing to hide the fact that she wasn't wearing panties but Joanne couldn't help but feel like a slut. Who would go to work not wearing panties? She asked herself but did not receive an answer. She walked into the lady's room and looked at herself in the mirror but did not recognize the woman that looked back at her. Joanne stopped dead in her tracks when she saw Mr. Johnson but continued to walk toward her desk on shaky knees. Her breathing quickened and she felt faint but somehow stayed on her feet. She looked away when he smiled at her, knowingly, accusingly, victoriously. Taking a deep breath she sat at her desk and looked at the overnight faxes and other documents that required her attention. The chill that ran up her legs and to her bare pussy kept her aroused and she could feel her pussy quivering at the very thought of being fucked again. She wondered when he would call for her. He would call for her, right? He had to, right? By ten o'clock she was absorbed by her work and she barely even remembered what had happened the night before. It was the farthest thing from her mind. While she read an inspection report for a prospective buyer she felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. Her whole body tensed and she caught her breath in her throat as her heart pounded. Mr. Johnson didn't give her enough time to turn around. His mouth was by her ear, eerily close, so close she could smell his cologne and feel the heat from his skin. "You look nice today, Ms. Bauer," he whispered in his smooth voice. Joanne couldn't deny that he was a smooth talking and very self confident sonofabitch. "I'm glad to see you followed my instructions. I like it when my bitches obey." Her body stiffened in anger and her face reddened. "Yes, that is what you are, my bitch. You are my bitch until I decide not to keep you around anymore. If you don't do exactly what I say when I say, you won't have to worry about me fucking you. You'll have to worry about some dyke lesbian fisting you and using your tight little cunt inside prison." He laughed harshly and she wished that she could just shrivel up and die. Joanne trembled in anger and fought back tears. Her breathing stopped when she felt Mr. Johnson's hands going up her skirt. She felt cold metal on her and gasped when she felt a small bullet-shaped object pushed into her pussy. Already semi-trained, her pussy muscles clamped down on it and she bit back a whimper of sexual arousal. Mr. Johnson noticed this and laughed again. "I see you like it, don't you bitch? You can't deny the forces of nature, the forces that tell me you're a slut. You got so wet yesterday when I was forcing myself on you. I wonder if that hot cunt of yours ever got fucked so hard. Well, you're my slut now." Joanne jumped slightly and almost screamed when he turned the vibrating bullet on to a low setting, just enough to arouse and tease her but not enough to satiate or satisfy. He laughed at the begging look she gave him. "No, not now. You need to learn a few things today." Joanne looked down with tears in her eyes. She knew that she needed sexual satisfaction. She also knew that the very satisfaction she craved now rested on Mr. Johnson's whim and desires. She depended on him for that now. She fought back a sob at the knowledge she was helpless and lowered her head in angry submission. "Do not take this out until I tell you to," Mr. Johnson whispered in her ear. "And don't even think about going to the bathroom to finger your hot cunt until you cum. You may only cum from now on with my permission. Do you understand?" "Yes," she whispered. He wordlessly walked away, leaving her there, lost on her own thoughts. It was difficult to keep her mind focused for the rest of the day but Joanne did her best. As she was reading over documents, she was continuously bombarded by the sensations that raced through her body, bringing every nerve to the surface as her body turned to fire. The constant sexual stimulation kept her slightly shaking and her breathing irregular as she fought to keep from flexing her leg muscles in rhythm with the vibrator; That would have been too obvious and would have only driven her closer to a maddening orgasm, which she was fearful of. Early in the afternoon after an agonizing morning she walked quietly to the bathroom and inspected herself. She was not surprised to see juices and sweat coating her inner thighs, all the down to the tops of her thigh high stockings. Her legs were slick. She sat down on the toilet and cleaned herself up as best as she could, hoping nobody could smell the faint but distinct aroma of her sex. Joanne knew that she could smell it, only making her more aroused. Her whole body shook with emotion and sexual need. As Joanne walked back to her desk, Moira, a slim striking brunette with a dark tan smiled and winked at her. Joanne blushed and retreated back to her desk, wondering what the wink was about. Joanne hoped that she could just stay in her cubicle and not have to talk to anyone else the rest of the day. More than once, she whimpered and gasped at the sexually-charged emotion that was flowing through her. Joanne had never felt this sexual before, this needy, this charged. She got her wish as the last of her coworkers said their goodbyes and walked out the door, leaving her alone in her own thoughts. As the last of her coworkers left, she leaned back and let her whole body shake and ran her hands down her neck to her full breasts, touching her tingling and hardened nipples, shivering at the touch. God she needed sex. She needed to be fucked. She also knew that she would have to beg for it and that only made her juice all the more at the very thought. "Ms. Bauer," Mr. Johnson's voice called. "Please come to my office." On shaky knees and with a deep breath, Joanne stood and walked through the dark and dimly lit office to him without meeting his eyes. She stood in the center of the large office with her hands folded in front of her and her head bowed. She didn't know if this was correct or not but it was obvious that he wanted her submissive. To get her sexual fulfillment she would do whatever it took. Joanne already knew that she was at his mercy. "Do you think acting submissive is the same thing as being submissive?" he asked from behind her as the door closed shut. Joanne jumped when she heard him turning the bolt. Not knowing what to say, she remained silent. "Do you think that you can just bow your head and remain silent and have me mistake you for submissive?" Mr. Johnson was so close she trembled slightly in fear. Almost as if she could see it, Joanne cringed and closed her eyes. When the back of his hand smacked the side of her head she fell to the ground crying, dazed and confused, fearful. She cried out when his fist took her by the hair, lifting her body from the ground. Her scalp burned and she kept her eyes closed, wishing this was all a bad dream. "Open your eyes bitch!" Mr. Johnson commanded, shaking her head painfully. With heart pounding, Joanne obeyed and looked up into his eyes. She was chilled to see them devoid of emotion, empty. "I asked you a fucking question! You answer, cunt, when I ask you something, do you understand?" "Yes! Yes! I understand!" She just wanted the pain to stop. Her head throbbed and her eyes watered from her burning scalp. "I understand! Please stop hurting me!" He laughed at her in contempt and then threw her down to the ground. "I haven't even begun to hurt you, bitch," he snarled. "Ger undressed, now, cunt!" Quickly, she did his bidding, throwing her clothes off until she was completely naked and kneeling in front of him. She squirmed, uncomfortable at being in such a subservient position, unaccustomed to being submissive. The hum of the vibrator could be heard now and her thighs were slick with her cunt juices. Mr. Johnson laughed at her again. "You're learning. I see you're sexually excited." He waited for an answer and she nodded her head. "Do you want to be fucked?" "Yes," Joanne answered quickly, aching for a good hard fucking. "Please, I want t be fucked. I want you to fuck me." "Even though last night, I forced you against your will?" He asked with a raised eyebrow. She only hesitated a moment. "Yes. Even though last night I was forced, I still want you to fuck me. I need to feel your cock inside me. Please." Mr. Johnson laughed, loudly, humiliating her. It was a wild, manly laugh, unlike anything she'd heard before. She whimpered and looked away in shame but he young woman could not deny that she needed sex. She was under his complete control which meant that Joanne had to be completely submissive and docile in even the smallest thing. Just the thought of being completely under someone's domination was enough to make her whole body shiver in excitement. "I don't think you want my cock bad enough," Mr. Johnson said with a grin. Joanne looked at him with shock and desperation, her eyes brimming with tears. She yelped in pain as he picked her up by her hair and dragged her to the side of the room where there was an old straight backed wooden chair. He slipped the vibrator out of her cunt and laughed when she moaned in sexual need. He replaced it with a larger vibrating dildo that curved forward to stimulate her G-spot. She was immediately aroused and couldn't help but tremble at the feeling. The pleasure turned to need almost immediately as her cunt clamped down on the vibrator like a vise and she started to feel the tingling through her body as she worked up to an orgasm. She screamed when she felt Mr. Johnson pulling even harder on her hair. "Don't you even think about cumming you bitch!" he snarled and turned the vibrator down to a low hum, enough to excite and stimulate but not enough to make her cum. It was torture for the young woman who was having the door to sexual control opened for her and forced inside the dark room. Joanne looked up at him and whimpered, scared to speak, with desperate and frantic eyes. She needed to cum! Her mind was controlled by the sexual need and numbly moaned and whimpered as Mr. Johnson used duct tape high on her thighs and just below her knees. She yelped at how tight he was binding her, her eyes wide with shock at the obvious and very animalistic need that he was showing. Just the fact that he wanted her so much was enough to excite her. Mr. Johnson stuffed a white handkerchief into her mouth and then used some more duct tape to fasten it. Behind her back her wrists were bound tightly, making her unable to even squirm very well. It felt like she was crawling out of her skin, every nerve alive, every motion, every touch a sexual experience. Joanne was going out of her mind. "Is my little cunt in need?" Mr. Johnson asked innocently. He laughed at the way that she whimpered and moved, trying to extract sexual relief from anywhere she could. He sat Joanne on the chair effortlessly He touched her nose lightly, with a chuckle and ignored her silent pleas. He then used quarter inch rope to tie her to the chair, just under her breasts so that she was completely unable to move. She gave him a scared, startled look as she finally realized how helpless you are. "That's right, Joanne," Mr. Johnson said, reading her mind. "You are completely helpless. You are completely at my mercy. Don't you ever forget it." Mr. Johnson finally tied her legs to the bottom of the chair. "Now don't go anywhere," he said with a chuckle and then turned and walked out the door. After she heard the door click, Joanne fought the bonds while she screamed, unable to believe the situation she was in. This didn't happen anymore! There had to be some way for her to get free. Things like this didn't happen anymore. The more she fought the tighter the rope dug into her skin and the more she wanted to cry. She sobbed and gagged and almost choked she was so hysterical. But also, the more she moved, the more Joanne realized that the vibrator was moving inside her, stimulating her, sending shockwaves throughout her body. Then she was moaning and screaming in sexual agony. She so wanted to orgasm but was too afraid to even release just a little. Logically she would have wondered how Mr. Johnson would have known but she remembered all too well her punishment; her ass still burned from the spanking. How powerful he was! It wasn't right! Men didn't act like that anymore but Joanne couldn't deny that her head still tingled and burned from the way that Mr. Johnson manhandled her. And she couldn't deny that she was obeying him, perfectly. Or the amount of juice that was gushing from her cunt. She wanted to scream from the sexual tension and her whole body shook as she fought back a mindblowing orgasm that seemed to be pushing toward the edge. Joanne squirmed, trying to squeeze her legs together, looking for the smallest amount of relief but found none. As she squirmed on the chair she yelped through the gag as she fell over with a thud. After a time the tears came and she lay there, shivering and moaning in sexual need, her whole body taut with desire. Please fuck me. Please fuck me. Fuck my brains out. Use my body. Joanne lost perception of time as her body writhed and gyrated of its own volition as her whole being became a ball of sexual tension. Nothing else mattered except the aching tension that rushed through her, holding her tight, waiting for release and orgasm. She didn't even know how long Mr. Johnson had been gone and could not even acknowledge his presence when he walked back in and stood, towering over her. She only moaned as he lifted her up to her knees. Pliantly she waited, unable to do anything more, unable to be anything more than his sex object, no longer logically knowing that she was under his control, but knowing it in her core, deep within her. Submissively, Joanne looked up at Mr. Johnson who stood over her expressionless with his arms crossed. Not knowing what else to do, she tried to kneel as beautifully and as subservient as she could possibly be. She squirmed at his silent, wondering, desperate to know if he would fuck her. "I've been gone for well over an hour," Mr. Johnson said finally, lying to her. Truth be told, he had only been gone for a little over ten minutes, having gone outside for a cigarette, what with all these new rules for the fucking health conscious. "Do you have anything to say?" She yelped when she felt his tear the duct tape from her mouth. Tears brimmed in her eyes but she remained silent, fearful of being smacked across the face again. "I know that being submissive is different than acting submissive," she said with a trembling voice, "sir," she added, unable to explain why. She would have blushed except for the sexual need she was in when she heard his snicker at her. "And what is being submissive?" Mr. Johnson asked, quietly. Her mind raced, unable to think clearly through the sexual excitement. "Being completely subservient to you. Being obedient to you, thinking only of serving you, allowing you to control and dominate me in all things, in all ways and at all times. No longer thinking about my desires or needs and only seeking to fulfill yours and take care of your needs and desires." Mr. Johnson only nodded. "Please Mr. Johnson," Joanne begged. "I need to be fucked so badly. My whole body aches to be fucked. Please, do whatever you want with me, just use my body. Please! Fuck me, beat me, use me, abuse me, I don't care. My whole body just screams for anything right now! Please! Make me your slave!" Joanne didn't even know she said it until she did. Mr. Johnson looked down at her and something clicked in his eyes. Oh my God! She thought to herself. What did I say? She thought in her mind. There was something wild and animalistic in his eyes that was beyond control. She looked up fearfully and saw his breathing quicken and then saw the bulge in his pants. Her mind quickly shifted to, my god, he has such a huge cock! I need it inside me. Before she could think anything else, he was on top of her. He knelt down on her and pressed her tits into the rough carpet. Joanne shuddered and moaned when she felt the cold blade of a knife brush against her skin ever so gently. It seemed like every inch of her was alive as the cold steel ran down her back to cut through the duct tape that bound her legs. Roughly Mr. Johnson kicked her knees apart and before she could respond Joanne felt Mr. Johnson ramming his huge cock into her cunt. Unable to hold back anymore, she came hard, screaming at the top of her lungs as her whole body tensed up and then her world went black. Joanne didn't know how long she had been passed out but she woke up to Mr. Johnson slamming his cock into her with long hard strokes and pulling her back to meet his thrusts by her hair. She woke up moaning and once again her whole body was alive as her ultra-sensitive nipples were pressed into the ground and every touch, every sensation, every little brush seemed to send sexual energy to her cunt. She could feel her cunt still gushing juice as he fucked her. "Fuck me, Mr. Johnson," she whimpered as she pushed back, fucking him as he rammed into her. "Use your whore. Make me your slut, your fucking whore! Make me your slave, Mr. Johnson, please! Just keep fucking me, just keep your hard cock inside my cunt! I'm your whore! I'm your slave!" Her body erupted into another orgasm, her cunt muscles clamping down on his cock as he growled, forcing him in deeper and harder as he pulled on her hair, using it like a mien. "Ahhhhhhhhhh, I'm cumming! You're slave slut is cumming! Don't stop!" Power Ch. 02 Her head burned from him pulling her hair but it only intensified her pleasure as the orgasm continued, not letting up, only growing stronger within her. It felt like she was peeing as she yelped. He slammed into her, fucking her relentlessly. "Oh, god! Oh god! Cum in me! Fill me up with your cum! Make me your cum dumpster slut fucking whore! Fucking shit! Fucking cock! Fuck me! Fucking fill me with your hot cum!" "You fucking whore!" Mr. Johnson growled before he shot off inside her, pushing her over the edge again. "Oh-oh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, fucking yes! Cum inside me! Fill me up. Fill your slave up with your hot cum!" Her body tensed up into another orgasm as a heat washed over her. Joanne was left panting on the floor, trying to catch her breath. She moaned when Mr. Johnson pulled his cock out of her and she shivered, smiling at the feeling of his cum running down her thighs. "On your knees, whore," Mr. Johnson commanded. Without even thinking, Joanne gathered herself up and kneeled before him, feeling his cum and her cunt juices running down her body. She was a different person. Joanne knew what she had said and she knew that she meant it. She meant every word. No man had ever fucked her before with such ferocity, such intensity, such feral need and animal aggression. She loved it. She looked up and shivered at the sight of his glistening cock, the smell overtaking her, sending tingles down to her cunt again. Oh my god, she thought. I'm getting excited again. She couldn't believe that she could so quickly be sexually stimulated after the fucking that he had given her. "Lick me clean," Mr. Johnson commanded and sighed with pleasure at how quickly she leapt upon him, licking and sucking him, using her small tongue to taste the mix of sex fluids. He grinned at how turned on she was getting again. Joanne inhaled the intoxicating scent as she ran his thickness over her cheeks and between her lips, lapping at the cum coated cock. She then nestled under his cock and licked and sucked on his balls, first the left, then the right, gently, using her tongue to stimulate them. Then she used the flat of her tongue and lapped at them, becoming aroused as he sighed in pleasure. "Ugh," she grunted as Mr. Johnson pulled her off of his cock by the smalls of her hair. The pain burned through her and she involuntarily shivered from the feeling of it. "I said to clean it off not to make it hard again," Mr. Johnson chided her. Joanne felt her heart skip a beat in fear of another punishment. I need to behave! I need to be good! She thought to herself. "I'm sorry, Mr. Johnson. Please forgive me." Silently, Mr. Johnson turned away leaving Joanne in tension. He went to her pile of clothes and tossed her the black skirt and blouse that she had worn. He smirked as he took the bra and put in a desk drawer. Oh my god, she thought to herself. He's not going to let me wear a bra. "Hurry, slut," Mr. Johnson said. "We have more to do tonight." Not wanting to be spanked again for being to slow, Joanne hurriedly dressed and squirmed a little at the feeling of his cum and her juices that still ran down her thighs. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment. Joanne nearly fainted from panic and fear when she saw him open a drawer and pull out a small automatic pistol in a holster. Without paying her any attention, Mr. Johnson checked the round in the chamber and then clipped the holster to his belt on his right hip before grabbing his expensive leather briefcase. Wordlessly, confidently he strode past her to the door. She felt a chill run down her spine just from being so close to him. Joanne couldn't help but feel that way around him. He abruptly turned and looked at her. "Follow two steps behind and on my left." "Yes, sir," Joanne said obediently. Mr. Johnson nodded and then walked out of his office as if Joanne wasn't even there. She hurried to follow him and found herself very conscious of her actions, ensuring that she remained two steps behind him and to his left. He would stop and look at someone's desk and she knew out of the corner of his eye, he could see her. Mr. Johnson was testing her obedience. She found herself trying very hard to obey. Joanne watched him to try and gauge when he would stop and start walking again. As they walked through the dark office toward the elevator, Mr. Johnson would abruptly stop walking and then start again, forcing Joanne to stop and start with him as she maintained a two step interval between them. She felt herself blushing as she realized she was forced to behave, forced to obey. She had no choice. Mr. Johnson chuckled and finally walked briskly to the elevator. "Follow me to your house," Mr. Johnson commanded as they left the elevator for the underground parking garage. Then he ignored her and walked away to his car. Looking around, not knowing what else to do, Joanne smoothed her skirt and then walked to her car to obey. What else could she do? It wasn't until she was in her car that her heart raced as she wondered how Mr. Johnson knew where she lived. Had he been stalking her? Had he watched her? She was no angel and wondered what kind of show he had gotten to see, looking through her windows. Her mind flashed to an image of her being fucked by a guy she met at the bar as Mr. Johnson watched through the window. She felt chilled suddenly and very wet and excited between her legs. At Joanne's small townhouse apartment, Mr. Johnson was out of his car, impatiently waiting for her. She felt a little silly as she fumbled with her keys, no longer fearing what would happen but actually aching for him to throw her down and fuck her again. Just the excitement and the thought of his power and sexual passion over her was enough to make her pussy drip. She was disappointed when entered the house and she dutifully followed him to the bedroom. Her breathing quickened as her senses came alive in anticipation of more sex. Joanne was let down as he snapped his fingers while looking around and pointed to the ground. Feeling silly Joanne knelt where he pointed and waited silently. Joanne was shocked at how absently and how nonchalantly he handled women. Didn't he know this was the twenty-first century? What makes him think he can control me like that? But the truth was, she knew, that he did control her. She had obeyed, and perfectly, for fear of punishment, but also out of fear of not getting anymore sex. So she knelt and waited silently. Mr. Johnson rummaged through her things and she could hear him packing things into bags quickly and expertly, not wasting any time. He didn't even look at her as he walked out of her closet and dropped a pair of rolling duffel bags near her. Then he walked into the bathroom with a smaller bag and she could hear bottled clanging together and the sound of her toiletries being packed into the bag. She felt anger well up as he so indifferently went through her things. He picked up her leather bound diary, looked it over and put it into a small bag. He picked through what he wanted and then walked over to her and dropped the bag with the others. Joanne wanted to look up but fought the desire and stared at the ground, her breasts rising and falling with her heavy breathing. "Give me your keys," he ordered her. Wordlessly, she handed them over. "Do you have any spare sets?" Joanne shook her head. "Very well. Grab your bags and load them into your car." Trying desperately to carry all of the weight, Joanne hurried after Mr. Johnson with two bags over her shoulders and the rolling the two duffel bags. It was a lot for her small petite frame to carry but she didn't want to disappoint him. Joanne still held onto the hope that she would receive some sexual relief tonight. Mr. Johnson watched as she loaded the bags into her car. "Follow me," Mr. Johnson said. "Stay no more than two car lengths behind me and for God's sake, don't let someone cut you off. You'll be lost and I won't come and find you. Do you understand?" "Yes, sir," Joanne answered, still breathing heavy from carrying the heavy bags. Mr. Johnson just nodded and then walked to his car.