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Early Works - Mind Control Mode

By: Ysoi



To whoever reads this story :

Firstly, this story is complete and can be read on its own.

Secondly, please be warned that this is one of my earlier works, and was intended to be just one quick chapter in a compilation of themed stories... Basically I wanted to write one story for each of the majority of the standard literotica categories. I will post some of the other chapters when I can, but the compilation itself was never finished.

Thirdly, italics are used to indicate thoughts, and bold is used to indicate emphasis.

Finally, this story contains one scumbag, several women, some drugs and a liberal dosage of heterosexual sex with a sprinkling of lesbian sex.

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Ysoi's Early Works - Mind Control Mode

18/September/2054 ~19:30Hrs.

How much can I get away with?

He swallows. Tears his gaze from the small packet of powder that lies by the equipment and refreshments cabinet. Glances about the otherwise empty room. Smells the faint but lingering odour of sex that still fills the air within its glass walls. That clings to the soft cushioning that covers the floor. That reminds him of the sometimes frenzied, often passionate and always lascivious acts that have taken place within the room into which he has stumbled.

How long till the centre's staff realize I shouldn't be here?

He glances away. Wipes his brow and swallows once more. Knows that he can still escape through the VIP lounge's single door. That he doesn't have to push his luck. That if he leaves now he can plead innocence even if he is caught doing so.

The powder beckons him, though. Calls to him with a siren's voice that brushes aside both the now seemingly distant taunts and challenges that drove him to sneak into the room as well as the fear that had started to speak with volume equal to that of his false bravado. How many men of any status, let alone his own, have stood in a room like this one before? He bites his lower lip. Narrows his eyes then grins. The powder reminds him that it can give him things more valuable than the approval of the friends who challenged him. More exciting even than the orgies that will soon play across the darkly shining walls. Than the images of women driven wild with lust that he can almost see imprinted into the warm, moist air itself.

He takes one slow and cautious step backwards. Takes a deep breath. How much would that unassuming bag cost on the street? He has no idea, has no clue how he could even go about selling something so insanely valuable, but it doesn't matter. His thoughts are on matters more immediately satisfying anyway. The things that he imagines make his head swim, make his heart pound. Make his cock ache and thrust upward with a strength that he had thought stolen by middle-age.

He wonders how many women he can request before the staff realize that he has no right to be there. Wonders just what they will show him as they ravage and fuck not just him but each other in helpless and all-consuming lust. Prays that he will see his fantasies brought to life. That they will do before him what only the women within his favourite porno's have done before. That they will rut and fuck like animals. That their desire for him will turn into rivalry towards each other. Into something nastier. More violent than sexual.

"Oh fuckin' shit!..."

He shudders and groans. Tenses and closes his eyes. Grasps the bulge at his loins as firmly as he dares. He shakes his head once the threat of orgasm has passed. Turns and scrambles for the bag with all other thoughts removed. Kneels crouching before it and lifts it as if it is a newborn child. Examines it as if it's a gift bestowed directly upon him by Gods until then uninterested in his perverted desires.

Automa.

There's a single word scrawled in marker pen close to the zipped shut opening. He mouths it silently. It's an unknown word. A word unencountered during the experiments of his teenage years and the escapes from reality of those that had followed. He ponders the dosage and effects. Feels certain that it could only be an aphrodisiac like those rumoured. Grins at the thought that he kneels in a building no doubt filled with women upon whom he can test it.

"Master Turner?!"

A gasp of surprise from the door behind him. He gives a start. Clutches the bag so tightly that it almost tears. Shoves it into one pocket then stands up unsteadily. Wonders if the woman will be as young as she sounds. If she will be as weak as she is young. If his shaken spirit will carry him to her before she can think to question his presence. If it will suffice to silence her voice before she can alert her superiors to his presence.

"Ah, I'm sorry it's late! We were told you'd been delayed!"

She's young. A beauty enough to stop and hold him in his place. Tall for a woman but only just up to his shoulders. Almost as lean as himself but far fitter. She moves more quickly than he could imagine. Becomes a blur of flaming red hair, gently bronzed flesh, white blouse and skirt. She gazes up at him through wide and slanted grey eyes whilst her blue-tinted lips grin in delight. Traces the bulge in his trousers with delicate fingers then grins naughtily as he tenses and shivers.

"Name's Cristal by the way, but you're a handsome one, aren't you. I think I'm gonna love sucking this thing dry." she steps past him as quickly as she had approached. Brushes her fingers across his well-toned belly. Pushes her firm buttocks against him before kneeling besides the cabinet and swinging the door open. "Five, wasn't it? One slut and four girls, wasn't it? Girls for looking but not touching, and myself for everything else, right? Fuck, I'm so lucky!"

He hears the clinking of champagne glasses beneath the rapid flow of her words. Goes to turn towards her then stiffens once more as she pushes up against him from behind. Hears the cabinet door click shut but can focus only upon the feel of her hands unbuttoning her blouse, of the small and firm breasts that thrust towards him beneath them.

"How do you like your champagne, Mister Turner? Glass, bottle, tits or pussy? Personally I like it out of a nice and juicy pussy, but I'm not flexible enough to do that under these conditions so I'll leave it up to you! Mind you, that's not to say I shan't get my favourite drink before the nights up!" she shrugs out of her blouse as she giggles once more. Pushes her undeniably erect teats against his back then reaches around to caress his manhood not with her fingers but with the base of a bottle of champagne instead.

"Holy fuck Mister Turner! What on earth have you been feeding this thing?!" she works the bottle up and down his length as if oblivious to his pleasure. Pops the cork from the wide top then switches hands agilely to unbutton and unzip his trousers. "Well, I've been told champagne a'la hard-on is just as tasty, but I've not tried that yet... How about it? Why don't I find out now? It's not every day we get a new hunk in the VIP lounge, and if we could just get this beautiful thing out, I'd love to find out before the girls get here! Maybe let you shoot into the bottle a bit as well? Girls are no-touching, but what they don't know won't hurt them!"

He wants to tell her to slow down. To stop. Wants to tell her that he should be in charge, that she should surrender to his orders. He can do nothing but arch his back against her and tremble in helpless pleasure though. He gasps and shudders and whimpers in shock as she guides his knob to the bottle's cold and wet entrance. Stiffens and whimpers again as she grasps his length and wanks him not just rapidly but eagerly towards the still-fizzing liquid.

"God fucking damn, it's a fucking snake! It's longer than my double-ended dildo, Mister Turner! Fuck, I'll try my best if you want me to, but I don't think I'll be able to deep-throat that monster!"

A part of him wants nothing more than to escape.

He thinks that at any moment she'll crush his knob inside the tube of glass. That she'll smash the glass against his flesh and tear his most important organ to shreds. He is helpless within her hands though. Is powerless to do anything in the face of the pleasure that radiates from his shuddering and overflowing cock; and when he cries out again it is not in pain but in ecstasy as the first jet of his seed spurts straight into the bottle. Again and again his cum explodes out of his swollen and throbbing knob to fly into the tube of glass held before him. Again and again it splashes into the icy cold and still-fizzing liquid; thick ribbons of white that quickly slow to a more leisurely pace within the icy wine; and she squeals in delight as it does so.

"Oh God, that's beautiful, Mister Turner! Oh, do it again, please! Let's give those nasty little cunts your cum!"

He empties himself regardless of her encouragement; eyes shut tight and body jerking in time with his ejaculations; and then he too squeals as the liquid explodes out of the bottle as if in revenge. It squirts out of the narrow gaps between his flesh and the cold glass that kisses it; sprays his thick brown bush and the toned flesh beneath; but even when he bucks away instinctively, the red-haired minx keeps the bottle flawlessly before him.

"Oh fuck! Fuck that's cold! Oh shit, please stop!"

"Of course! Whatever you want, Mister Turner!"

She giggles at that, removing her bottle and stepping around him so quickly that he can't tell which started first; and then her voice comes from lower down than before.

"Is this warmer?"

It's a voice full of mischief. Warm against his twitching and still oozing cock. A moment of relative calm before the heat of her mouth and the pressure of her tongue beneath his length snaps his eyes open and his hands to her hair.

"Oh fuck please don't!"

He freezes. Whimpers in anticipation of the sensations that she could so easily produce within his sensitive member, and her grey eyes shine with wicked mirth when she meets his gaze. She keeps her mouth distorted but stationary about his still rigid cock, though; and then she withdraws slowly, trailing her tongue along the underside of his manhood, taking care not to touch the sensitive tip. 

"You taste lovely, Mister Turner." she grins with the flame-red and still greasily oozing lips of his cock barely millimetres from her own blue-tinted lips, then slowly extends her tongue. Laps tenderly at the bead of semen that bubbles up and out of his long and slowly softening cock before taking it into her mouth. Rolls it upon her tongue and against her teeth before grinning once more. "Far better than any pussy... So nice in fact that I don't think I can share this equally."

He stares as she takes a swig from the bottle, helpless to ignore the thought of his sperm within her mouth and throat and belly; and then he notices the small pink teats that thrust towards him, the humbly sized breasts upon which they sit.

Are they big enough for a tit-fuck?

He licks his lips. Imagines her sucking on his cock once more as his shaft thrusts between her un-tanned mounds. Imagines grasping her twin pony-tails and lifting her head as he rides her face. As he fucks her beautiful mouth cruelly. Blasts his seed into her throat. Holds her tightly to his loins as his still pounding cock pumps his thick, rich seed into her throat.

Will she take it all? I bet she'll choke... I'll keep going till, though... Face-fuck her into oblivion.

"I see you've been a bit naughty, Mister Turner."

He blinks at her giggle. Raises his gaze to her wicked grin and twinkling eyes. To the bag that she holds in one hand. He feels his heart stop. Feels his fear return once more. What if it's something illegal? What if she can tell that he doesn't know what it is? What if she realizes that he's not Mister Turner, whoever he is? That he could never pay a hundredth of her fee for a night?

Oh fuck, I gotta silence her! Gotta knock her out!

He freezes. Scolds himself that she's just a woman. Just a young woman. She's fit as well, though. Fast and agile. Quicker than him. Perhaps stronger. He feels weak. Scared. Helpless. He tells himself that it would be mean to hit a woman anyway. That it would be beneath him. That silence is the best response. That she will talk without him regardless.

"I've not see this one before... Most people bring Paradisia, you know. Gets us girls all so hot. Makes even the straightest prude into a born-again cock and pussy-gobbling slut! Girls like me... Well, last time I used it on a g.f. she frigged and fucked for 36 hours straight then slept for 3 days straight!" she opens the bag as she speaks. Looks inside then looks upward. Licks her lips then dips a finger inside. "Is this for you, for us or for everyone?"

I don't know!

What if it was an old man's? What if it only works on men? What if it's harmful?! He seems to remember hearing something about that. Something about unintended consequences. Errant desires. He swallows. Tries to smile. Remembers the black-market pornos that he always loved but could never bring himself to buy. Remembers beautiful women fighting tooth and nail for the right to accept a man's seed. Tearing hair. Spilling tears and drops of scarlet.

"For you..."

She's a stranger. Just a whore. Not worth hesitating over.

"It's for you and the others. I want to watch..."

"Oh?" she grins, strokes his jutting shaft teasingly. "I can tell by how much this beauty has grown! How much should I take, Mister Turner?"

A finger-tip worth? All of it? What if it doesn't work? What if she takes more than necessary? How many credits would be wasted? How many more pussies could that waste drive onto their knees before him.

He swallows. Shrugs.

"It's up to you... As... As much as you want... I thought it would be nice if, uh, if every girl could have some..."

"So us two can fuck each other raw whilst the others frig themselves senseless? I like your style as much as your cock, Mister Turner!" she giggles once more at his response then kisses his still wet but no longer sensitive knob before licking his shaft from tip to balls. "Just a second, 'kay? Gotta check what the o.d. limit is."

"Y-yeah... Of course."

"Good." she licks his balls. Breathes in his scent then wraps both her hands about his shaft. Marvels at the bulbous and purple head that thrusts rudely towards her then leans forward once more. Seems oblivious to the start of shock with which he stiffens before her.

Oh fuck!

"F'kin' sit, 'or 'ock is beau'iful, 'ster 'urner..." she mumbles about his cock before sucking on it hungrily, then backs away once more before grinning up at him, her eyes alight with mischief. "Computer? What's the o.d. limit for the stuff in this bad?" 

"Substance identified as Automa and sugar in 1:9 ratio. Neither substance has any no known o.d. limit. Notes entered by Mistress indicate that sugar directly contributes to flabby arses and saggy tits. Extreme caution advised."

"Yeah, for old fogeys, maybe! Rest of us just gotta fuck it off, right Mister Turner? You'll help me do that, won't you?"

"Wha-... Oh fuck yeah!"

She laughs at that, glancing between bottle and powder, then wipes her finger across his cock before dipping it into the bag.

"Promise, Mister Turner? You gotta let me ride you, okay? Gotta give me all your spunk, 'kay?"

He nods his head. Licks his lips as his eyes lick her body.

I will, but I'll make you beg for it... You and the other girls...

"Yeah. I promise."

"Good. No, wait a min', great!"

She beams at his response. Sticks out her tongue and licks her finger as sensually as if it were his cock. Sucks on the white-coated tip before sucking on it hungrily, her eyes sparkling in delight.

And then her body shudders, her small breasts quivering. Her eyes go wide, her mouth opens in an "o" of pleasure; and she takes one shuddering breath before blinking and looking up at him in silence.

Part 02...

Ten seconds.

Twenty seconds.

What?

He swallows. Glances at the bag. Looks at her once more.

Are you messing with me?

He realizes that he's still on display. That cameras could be recording him. That the centre's men and women might laugh at his confusion. He goes to put his cock away then grits his teeth. Looks down at her once more.

Forty seconds.

"What is it? How do you feel?"

"I feel good, Mister Turner. Horny. I want to do one of the girls from behind. There this one I know... Great tits. Full o' milk. Want to feel them. Squeeze 'em. Pull on her nipples. Make her spray her milk over the floor..." she blushes, pauses. Looks down then smiles. Reaches her free hand down to touch the gentle swelling of her pubic mound beneath her simple skirt. "I.. I'd like you to fuck me as I do her, Mister Turner... I'd like you to cum in me..."

He blinks. Doesn't know whether to laugh in surprise or frown in confusion. His cock has no such indecision, though. It twitches, stiffens and swells before her, but despite that she keeps her gaze upon his face. Smiles and licks her lips as her hand moves gently across her still-hidden sex.

"I want to frig myself, Mister Turner. Want to show the girls how wet I am... Want to watch them frig as you fuck me..."

"Fuck yeah..."

He whispers the words, and though she continues to watch him in silence, her hand drops lower as if of its own volition. Lifts her skirt then slides underneath. Starts to move rhythmically. He blinks and licks his lips. Stares and waits for her to reveal herself further, to reach for his cock once more. She won't care, will she? She won't notice. He smiles. Licks his lips once more then pauses.

He is at once awed by the sight of her but somehow disturbed as well, and he gazes at her questioningly. Is she horny? She seems at once disturbingly attentive yet distant. Seems somehow lifeless. He swallows dryly. Wonders if he should make her eat some more of the powder. Waits in vain for her to pleasure him whilst she instead carries on touching herself, stroking gently, her grey eyes never moving from the his face.

"It feels good, Mister Turner... Feels great..."

She moans in pleasure. Increases the speed of her movements. Her small breasts start to rise and fall more rapidly as she does so, whilst for the first time he hears the slick, wet movement of her fingers upon her sex. Smells the subtle fragrance of her wet pussy. He moves towards her instinctively, without conscious motive or thought; but his cock leads the way towards her glistening, blue-painted lips and the sight of it edging towards her small, hot mouth forces his confusion to one side. Will she suck him? Will she wank him? He has no doubt that she will do one or the other. That she won't forget that he is her customer. He grins, moving his cock closer, but when she finally reaches her hand upward and forward, she does so only to move his cock from where it had come to interfere with her gaze.

What the fuck happened to the cock-hungry slut from earlier?! Why get horny if you're not going to get me off!

He stares at her for several long seconds, too stunned to do anything else; wondering what kind of drug she might have ingested. What type of drug might a man bring to a sex-centre other than the usual. And then he gives a start. Could that be it?! He frowns then grins before biting his lip. Watches in delight as her eyes start to flutter, her body to tremble.

"Stop that."

She freezes instantly. Gazes up at him with her breasts heaving. Her eyes pained, desperate. Her lips silent but moving as if begging him to allow her to continue. Her fingers withdrawing reproachfully, glistening wetly and flecked with white foam.

Oh fuck!...


Early Works - Mind Control Mode



He grins more broadly.

"Get up."

She does so immediately. Takes her eyes from his face for as little time as possible. Shows no sign of any interest in either the sudden lurch of his cock or the glint of malicious delight within his eyes. He grins. Steps forward and reaches down to grasp at the sodden and hot pussy behind her skirt. To dig his nails into her delicate flesh; to pinch her crinkly labia between his fingers and twist them till her face screws up in pain and a whimper breaks her silence.

"It hurts, doesn't it?" he whispers the words into her ear, careful to make sure that he can't be heard by any observers; but the rush of power that makes his heart pound within his chest is too impatient to allow her time to respond. "Thank me for it. Tell me to do it harder."

"Thank-you for hurting me, Mister Turner." she shudders, twisting her neck to maintain the all-important view of his face. Blinks her moist eyes rapidly. "D-do it harder, Mister Turner."

Oh my fuckin' bitch!

He beams in delight. Grins as broadly as he can whilst his fantasies battle the pressure of her firm but velvety soft and still-overflowing pussy against his palm.

"Now tell me how hard I should do it."

Silence. Her eyes move rapidly, seeking some kind of answer. She looks down. Swallows.

"I... I..."

So that's how it is.

"Forget it. You've got a jungle down here." he grins, pushes his palm against the curls that push against the heel of his palm. "You want me to rip it out, don't you. More than anything in the world. Beg me to do so and I might."

For just one instant he sees her give a grin equal to his own; and then he loses sight of it as she jumps up and onto him. She embraces him with her arms and legs so that her eyes blaze into his own whilst his cock thrusts upward against the sex that was only moments ago within his hand.

"Oh God, please do it, Mister Turner! Please rip it all out! Please please please! Make me bald down there, Mister Turner!" she squeals like a girl, bouncing her dripping wet mound against his hard-on as she does so. "Rip it out! Rip it out! Rip it out!"

"Oh my fucking God! You're totally gone, aren't you!"

"I am I am I am! I'm gone! I'm gone!"

He laughs both in triumphant delight and at the enthusiasm with which she chants; but he does only up until the moment that her increasingly eager movements slam his manhood into her. He grunts and stiffens in shock whilst her mouth turns once more into an "o" and her eyes widen, and then she grins, glancing downward to where their bodies are now joined before lifting her gaze upwards once more.

"Oh... Oh fuck you're big... You should have warned me..." she whimpers, misunderstanding their new situation, then bites her lower lip before reaching upward to grasp his head. She meets his still shocked gaze with no recognition of the sensations that that single thrust have sparked within him; and then her hips start to move once more, at first tentatively but almost immediately with even more vigour than before. "Fuck me, Mister Turner! Fuck me, fuck me, Fuck me!"

She pounds her lean body upon him without mercy, chanting her desire and squealing in delight as she does so; and once again he feels helpless. He wants to tell her to stop. To take control once more. To make her and the still-absent other women feel as inferior to him as he has always felt to them. He tells himself that he wants to save himself for the orgy that he hopes to have centre upon him. The sounds and sensations of her sodden and greedily clutching sex about his shaft are too much for him to bear though. Her pubic mound slams loudly against his whilst her cervix alternately thrusts over and pulls against his swollen helmet; and as simple as it would be to tell her to stop, he cannot manage to do so.

He gasps and whimpers and shudders instead, clutching at her weakly and helplessly as he does so. He is powerless to utter a single word. Has no wits to use his hands for anything more than trying desperately to slow her increasingly uncoordinated thrusting. He is not alone in his feeling of helplessness, though, for the the beautiful young woman who rides him is closer to orgasm than he. Her chants and cries of encouragement slowly but surely devolve into little more than pants of exertion and whimpers of pleasure, her body shuddering and jerking as his manhood pounds within her; and then her climax gives her the strength for one more burst of coherency.

"I'm cumming Mister Turner!"

It is a redundant cry, but she utters it without thinking; her body twisting and arching against and above his own; her eyes wide and unfocused. The orgasm that tears through her is as violent as the thrusting with which she attained it; made all the more powerful by her belief that she is serving his wishes; and in turn he manages two words.

"Please!... H-help!..."

He has never been ridden so hard. Has never been fucked so passionately. His mouth hangs open. His eyes go wide. He stumbles backward, and he finds the support of the cabinet just before his knees buckle and his cock erupts within her obscenely squirting and convulsing sex.

"Oh fuck!... Oh shit!..."

He cries out as he cums. Jerks his hips helplessly into her with every ejaculation; pounds his cock deeper into her body so that his seed pumps again and again into the clinging heat of her slowly relaxing sex. He drenches her insides with his sperm; empties his strength and his soul into her beautiful body; and then he clutches her too him weakly. Closes his eyes and gasps in pleasure as he tries to catch his breath.

Did she notice how quick he was?

He opens his eyes slowly, pushing the thought from his mind; and when he does so he finds her already rested and grinning above him.

"That was wonderful, Mister Turner." she giggles, gazing into his eyes; and then she reaches down between their hot and damply joined bodies down to touch the uppermost fringes of his pubic bush once more. Plays her fingers lower to where his cock twitches within her folds, caught in indecision between softening and stiffening once more.

"Are you going to fuck me again?" she whispers the words mischievously, her fingers stroking where his sodden cock pushes into her sex, where his juices dribble slowly out of her to puddle at the base of his manhood. "I want to make you cum again! Want to feel you spurting inside me! You were great, Mister Turner! So quick -"

"No!" he shoves her aside in a panic. Sends her sprawling onto the floor as he attempts to scramble backwards for one futile moment before recognising that the cabinet won't disappear just for his sake. He pushes himself to his feet shakily then backs away from her and the glistening, dripping thing that lies between her arched thighs. "It was your fucking fault! Get off me you fucking cunt! You fucking filthy cunt! You shouldn't be like that! You can't demand things like that! You're always too strong! You're always too demanding! You should be helpless! You should wait for me to let you know when I want to give you my cum! It shouldn't matter if it's too quick!"

He stares down at her, but he sees other women besides her. He shakes and pants, his chest heaving and his breath ragged, and then he closes his mouth and swallows, and he realizes what he has just said.

Oh fucking shit...

He imagines the scorn and the disgust that the whore before him will feel. Imagines the laughter with which she will talk about him to her whorish friends. Imagines his friends learning of what he has just said to the most beautiful woman to have ever shown any interest in his body. She meets his gaze in confusion, her eyes moving rapidly and her lips moving silently once more; and then she nods and leans forward to kneel before him, her grey eyes never leaving his face.

"I am helpless, Mister Turner..." she looks down, tilts her head to one side then looks up questioningly, her eyes moist and uncertain. "Will... Will you still tear my pubes off for me, Mister Turner?"

Oh fuckin' God...

He closes his eyes then. Shakes his head then tilts it upward. Grins in blessed relief. Imagines her and her co-workers bound in obedience to him. Imagines them vying for his seed whilst he watches safely distant from their all-too-stimulating bodies. Imagines the bestowing the victor's reward upon her up-turned face whilst she kneels unquestioning of the speed with which he does so.

"You don't want that. Forget what just fuckin' happened, 'kay."

She blinks. Glances to each side then returns her gaze to him once more. Smiles uncertainly then replies before he can do anything more than start to wonder just how she will react to his last command.

"I..." she glances down. Flushes scarlet then hastily covers her small breasts. Rearranges her skirt then looks up once more. "I... Mister Turner?"

"No. I'm Kolby..." he grins. Pushes the memory of his humiliation away. Tells himself that he is in charge once more. "Call me that."

"Yes, Kolby." she pauses, seems hesitant, looks about herself once more. "I... Mister Turner -"

"Forget him. You exist to serve me." he kneels before her, pushes one finger to his chest to emphasise the word. "You do whatever I want. And you never, ever touch me unless I tell you to... And if you're a good girl I'll let you have the cum out of this." he grins, lifts his sticky and semi-erect manhood so that she can gaze at it, then continues hastily when a puzzled frown starts to touch her brow. "Because you want my cum more than anything... And no matter if it takes just a few seconds, it'll arrive at just the right time! And you don't care how much there is either, 'kay?"

"I... I... I do, it does, I don't?!" she grins in response, licking her lips, then frowns once more, blushes and looks down demurely. "Then... How do I get it? How can I make you cum, Kolby?"

"Well... Firstly, this stuff is so good it's too much for one bird, so you gotta get, let's say... Four more hotties in here... An' secondly, you've got to get... You've got to get them to take some of that powder over there... And then you and them'll fool around, and maybe you'll get some then, or maybe you'll have to wait till we all get home."

"Oh, okay!" she giggles, looking down at his cock once more before returning her gaze to his face, "Is that all, Kolby?"

"Uh... No... And get your skirt off. I wanna have my cock in your arse when they get here."

"Okay, Kolby!"

Part 03...

He moves slowly. Thrusts cautiously. Fuck. He's lasted two minutes already. It feels like a lifetime. He cups her firm but gently hanging breasts from behind and beneath as he breathes in the scent of her flame-red hair, enjoys the feel of it against his chest. Moves his loins against the gentle swelling of her buttocks. She's hotter than he had ever imagined a woman could be. Tighter as well, even though she has one leg arched and lifted. An attempt to ease his movements within her as well as a display of his manhood and her sex to the girls who have just entered the room. He has to be careful. Has to hold back. Can almost feel the sperm building itself up within his balls, preparing to spray itself into her once more. Fuck... It's so nice not having to worry about her pleasure.

"God, Cristal!"

"You dirty slut! You could have waited you know!"

He grins quietly. Appraises the girls and their response to his position within their friend's buttocks as they enter the small room. They're all dressed in the same simple skirt and blouse as she once was. Are all shorter. Younger than her or perhaps, in the case of one, close to her age. He thinks that they look nothing like her or her friends. They're young. Weak. Should be less sure of themselves. His to mold or break as he sees fit. His to fuck or to dump.

"You expect her to wait? Look at that monster between her legs! I'd just like to say, Mister Turner, that you have got the most beautiful cock I've ever seen."

A diminutive blonde. The most tanned of the four. Kolby grins. He goes to nod his head in acknowledgement, only to have the redhead within whom he thrusts interrupt him.

"You cock-hungry slut! Anyway, Mister Turner doesn't exist, Kaya. This is Kolby. You might want him, but I exist to serve him."

Oh for fuck's sake!

"A joke! A joke!" he interrupts the growing looks of confusion and surprise as soon as he can finish coughing, "I, I mean it's a thing I've got... Strange but... Please call me Kolby... You, uh, you lot are?"

"Horny and naughty and pissed off that that fucking gorgeous cock of yours is off-limits?" Kaya again. She has the semi-squinting look of someone who should wear glasses, and though her eyes are as grey as Cristal's, they are large enough and wide enough to make her look far too young and innocent to utter such words. He feels nervous. Thrusts the emotion away angrily. Wonders if he's going to end up scared of brats as well as whores. "Name's Kaya as I hope you'll remember. Age twenty and a half, so next time you can ask for me instead of that red-headed bimbo."

And a half?

He smiles. Wonders if her rivalry could be coaxed into turning nasty. Grins at the thought that he will make sure that it is.

"Bimbo?! Says the biggest cunt-gobbler of us all!"

"Me?! Fuckin' airhead, you're the one who licked the Mistress to four orgasms in a row!"

The five giggle at that, grinning in friendly mischief, and then a petite, ivory-skinned blonde raises one hand as if she were still in class.

"Alia here, Mister Kolby Sir! I've only just turned eighteen so I'm off-limits, but I can do stuff with the other girls if you want!"

"McKenna here. Almost nineteen but still off-limits I'm afraid."

The shortest of them all goes next. He looks at her then frowns once more. Realizes that her eyes are as green as her hair. That he missed the similarity the first time. Downward sloping as well. Like her. Like the friend that she invited for their first threesome as well. The big-mouthed cunt-munching bitch. The one who...

He realizes that she is lifting her blouse. That she is baring a pair of breasts that are not only larger than any of her peers', but also topped with large, dark-pink aureole whose stubby tips glisten with drops of white. "I can do the lesbian stuff as well, but if you want to see this sort a thing, I'm ya girl." she squeezes her tanned mounds as she speaks, moving her hands towards the teats, and then the girls giggle once more as needles of milk arc out from each teat.

Fuckin' hell!

He gives a start of surprise. Shakes his head then grins. Looks down at the breasts about which his hands are cupped. Wishes that he hadn't remembered her. That he could concentrate on the filthy spectacle before him instead.

"Cow!"

"Ew, don't you get that stuff on me!"

The only one who hasn't introduced herself. Her hair is pink, her lipstick the color of black-cherries, and though she's taller than all of the women bar Cristal, she is also the most slender of them all.

"Why not ya squirt, saves ya suckin' on it, don't it?!"

"And who says I don't want to suck it instead?"

She closes in on McKenna before Kolby can gasp at the sight of the older girl's milk splashing across her small breasts; and then without a hint of hesitation she pushes McKenna against the wall. She pins her green-haired assailant easily, using her fore-arms to push the other's gently hanging breasts together; then bows her head to close her mouth over not just one but both of the dark-pink and still-squirting teats.

Holy shit!

His eyes widening in shock, Kolby stares as the apparently sweet and gentle fifth girl suckles not just thirstily but noisily as well.

"Stupid fuckin' slut! Get off me ya bitch!" McKenna. For all her apparent venom, the giggles and the gasp of pleasure with which she accompanies her words leave Kolby in no doubt as to her true feelings. "Don' bite! Oh fuck, no tongue!"

"Do her Sabrina-darling! Fuck her!"

A cry from Cristal; her hips bucking of their own accord so that Kolby gasps and stiffens behind her; hastily grabbing her buttocks before closing his eyes and concentrating hurriedly on anything bar the scene before him.

Holy shit! They're all fuckin' muff-divers! No fuckin' way they're not at it every night! 

"Get her tits out, McKenna!"

"Frig her, 'Kenna!"

And then Alia and Kaya together, giggling and staring in delight, their hands reaching towards each other as if of their own volition. Their teats swell beneath their blouses, thrusting the thin material forward; and though Kaya is even more tanned than Cristal, the blush that touches her cheeks is as unmistakable as that upon Alia's.

"Oh!..."

"Fuck you, ya slut!... Oh! Oh God!"

The sounds of young women giggling. Of McKenna and the one that Cristal had called Sabrina engaged in a fight to grasp and stroke and maul each other's bodies. Of cloth tearing and fingers thrusting into sodden cunts. Of Sabrina gasping about McKenna's abused teats as the elder girl gasps and whimpers in pleasure. Of Alia and Kaya urging their friends onwards as their fingers lock together, stroking each other ever-so-gently.

Holy fuck! They going to do it now!

"Oh Kolby! Oh fuck! You're too big!"

His first orgy. Two beautiful women. Two undeniably hot girls. Just one he could do without. Maybe two. He opens his eyes despite himself; so awed by the thought that he barely notices the warning swelling of his cock within Cristal's arse. Stares in breathless wonder at the scene before him. At McKenna and Sabrina; the former all but naked, her breasts bared beneath the blouse that has been pushed up to her neck; the latter clad only in her blouse. Each grasping the other's breasts. Sabrina's tanned hand resting upon McKenna's chestnut bush; McKenna's upon Sabrina's all-but-hairless flesh. Each thrusting her fingers into the other's depths. Grinding her palm against the other's hidden but undoubtedly erect clitoris.

And then Alia and the short-sighted bitch as well. Still clothed but as wonderful and erotic as the other two. Eyes intent and cheeks flushed. Lips glistening and teats swollen, thrusting forward. Bodies tense with desire. Fingers playing not against each other but beneath each other's skirts and upon each other's buttocks. Moving slowly closer to the line between each cheek. Downward to where they are no doubt as wet as the two who frig before them.

And then Kaya glances towards him. She catches his gaze with a smile; bites her bright pink lip as she glances down at his length thrusting into her elder; and he feels his heart catch in his chest. Knows that she won't be able to resist him. That she will give in to her desire and attempt to use his cock regardless of the rules under which she worked. That her friends and peers will join her in ravaging him.

No!

A moment of panic. Of fear that they will laugh at him. That they will fail to understand how much better he is than them.

They're out of control! I need to... I gotta get 'em to take the drug!

"St-stop!"

His voice sounds louder than he had intended. Weaker as well. The beautiful redhead before him freezes before glancing behind herself uncertainly, whilst the four glance at him with expressions of obedience and frustration; and he pulls out before they can see his cock start to wilt.

"I... I'm sorr-..."

He stops. Feels a moment of indignant anger. Why should he always have to apologise? Why should he feel bad for the behaviour of two muff-divers and three sluts? How was it his fault if they didn't know their place?





Early Works - Mind Control Mode



"I want to play a game first..." it sounds stupid in his ears. Infantile. Weak. He narrows his eyes. Thinks that he will make them endure the humiliation that they have forced upon him before letting them fight for his favour.

"How about we get the party started, Cristal?"

"Of course, Kolby."

She smiles. Pads away. Grins as her peers giggle and grin in appreciation. He smiles as well. Concentrates on the appreciation with which they eye his manhood.

They love it. I better they've never seen one bigger. Shame it's so -

He pushes the thought away hurriedly. They love it. Women always have. He smiles to himself then turns casually so that his semi-erect cock juts freely for the benefit of his audience. Allows them see it in profile. They whistle in appreciation. Maybe he could let two of them win? He turns just in time to see his red-headed slut stand up from a bent-over and feet-widely-spread position that seems to display her wetly glistening sex and gently reddened anus more than necessary. Realizes too late that he didn't give his first slave any instructions on how to distribute the all-important powder.

"Come on you horny little sluts!" she beams. Holds up the bag with neither shame nor any attempt at guile. "Take this."

Part 04...

He feels his heart stop once more.

For fuck's sake you fucking bimbo idiot!

He blinks. Swallows. Stares at her in shock. What if they refuse?! What if they ask her what it does? Fuck, fuck, fuck fuck fuck! Two are under twenty. What if it's not legal for them? What if they can't cope with it? Can he blame Cristal? Pretend it was her idea? Say the whole thing was -

"Okay, Cristal!"

"Sure."

Alia and Kaya. He breathes deeply. Swallows once more then closes his eyes. Fucking sluts. 'course they don't care. He feels a hand brush across his cock as Alia steps past. Hears a whispered offer and a touch against his buttocks as Kaya walks behind him. Glances after her instinctively. Decides he doesn't like her confidence.

"How much we meant -"

McKenna.

"Just a fingertip's worth!" he answers before Cristal can display her lack of knowledge. Feels his heart pound as the two muff-gobblers step past hand-in-hand. Licks his lips as all four young women take turns to lick and then dip a finger into the bag.

And then feels anxiety clutch at his heart once more.

"Wait!" he interrupts them hurriedly. How does it work? Do they need to look at him? Could it be like that thing that baby chicks do? "Come here. Please." he pauses, feels that every word that he utters is an admission of guilt that they will pick up on, that every word that he keeps to himself will lead to his downfall. "I... You're all so beautiful." he looks down, tries to remember something charming. Wonders why his life has to be so difficult. Why whores and sluts can't just accept their proper role. Why they can't just be happy to offer their cunts and mouths and tits on demand. "I... I wanna see your cunts! I mean... I wanna see your cunts when you take it..."

Was that charming enough?

"Fine!"

"Sure, whatever ya want Kolby!"

"Then please just tell us where, Mister Kolby Sir."

"Uh... Uh..." he looks around, realizes that there are no seats, no beds. "Just here..."

He realizes it was a stupid place an instant later. What if they can't fit? What if one falls? Better that than she falls under the control of someone else. They giggle and laugh regardless of his fear. Jostle to fit on the cabinet together, the two taller girls taking the centre position whilst Alia and McKenna perch on the outside.

"Give us some room, will ya?!"

"It's your fuckin' melons!"

"Oh fuck that, Mrs big arse!"

"Please move over, Kaya! I'm right on the edge and it's touching my arsehole!"

"Oh! Fuckin' Christ, it's not so tight you have to put a finger in my arse, okay?!"

They taunt and tease each other as their bodies squash together, taking far more time and groping each other far more than he expected; but finally they manage it. They spread their legs; each girl forced to slide at least one leg under or over her neighbour's; and even though his heart races with the thought of the power that he will soon wield over them, he cannot help but stare at their not only obscenely displayed but sopping wet cunts.

"Ready, Kolby?"

"Is this wha' ya wanted?"

A giggle. McKenna. Her fingers reach into his line of view. Pull on either side of her crinkly, butterfly-like labia. A short but fat clitoris shining above a dribbling, coral pink orchid whose dark, almost minuscule core cries out for his cock to pierce it. Fuck. Why hers. He swallows. Shudders and tries desperately to fight the welling within his loins. Looks to the left as a flurry of activity is accompanied by a girlish cry.

"Please hurry Mister Kolby Turner Sir! I'm going to fall!"

Finally finally finally!

He smiles. Ignores her. Looks back over the displayed private parts. It doesn't matter if she falls. She's small. Not the smallest but still small enough that she won't stand a chance. She's weak. Probably won't fight well. Will lose quickly. Do more crying than anything else. He licks his lips. Gazes oblivious to the beautiful redhead who stands happily at his side; to the efforts that the four make to ensure that she too gets to witness every part of their most private places.

"Look at me. Please." he lifts his eyes. Pictures for a moment their eyes filled with tears, their hair ragged and their bodies scratched raw. Pictures them driven mad not just by lust for his cock but hate for each other. He closes his eyes until the moment of danger passes then wonders why it should have to stop with just them. "Take it."

They go rigid. Shudder and quiver as one. Relax slowly.

He looks upward. Sees six shining, attentive eyes and two squinting futilely. Three gentle smiles and something midway between a smile and a frown of concentration. Four more bodies with which he can play. The rush of power that he feels right then is so intense, so wonderful, so deserved; that he doesn't even notice when his cock stiffens and swells. It jerks as if an entity all to itself; shuddering again and again as it thrusts towards the four lovely young women; and each time it does so another blob of thick white spunk bubbles up out of it then rolls greasily down the underside of his shaft.

"Now you're mine." he grins. Entirely unaware that he has just ejaculated. Reaches upward and forward to brush his hands across the eight engorged and rigid teats that thrust towards him. "An' this is the best night of your lives, 'cause first I'm gonna use you the way sluts are meant to be used... And then we'll get to the main event... So thank me for it."

"Thank-you Mister Kolby Sir!"

"Oh God, thank you Kolby!"

They giggle and squeal in delight, thanking him as one, and in return he turns his mind to the difficult but important task of working out how best to make them learn their true position in life.

Part 05...

Get naked. Bend over. Spread your arse. Spread your flaps.

He feels like a king. Feels on top of the world.

They are his toys.

Beg me.

"Please do me Kolby!"

Cristal. Her arse is already familiar. He enters her roughly. Pounds his cock into her buttocks as hard as he can for just ten or twenty seconds. Makes her gasp and squeal then moves panting and grinning to where the squinty cunt kneels on all fours besides her; her firm, slim buttocks raised in the same way.

"Please Mister Kolby!"

And then her as well. He takes his time. Works his length into her. Grins as she gasps and pants about it even though he lets it stay motionless within her quivering body. It's probably longer than anything she's ever had in any hole. He digs his nails into her tanned hips and pounds her whilst she screams. Pleasure? It sounds like it, but he doesn't care if it's pain. Either would be encouragement.

McKenna? The lesbian. Dyke. Cunt-muncher. He pauses. Wants to remind her especially that women are inferior to him. He grabs her twin pony-tails. Works his way into her rear then tells her to do her job. Rests as she bounces her arse up and down upon his manhood. Harder! Faster! He counts down from ten over and over. Keeps her going until his balls tighten regardless then pulls out hurriedly. Grins as she thanks him, panting in exhaustion as she does so.

And then the next youngest, Sabrina. The muff-diver's bit of pussy. He rubs the tip of his penis against her small, pink anus. Thrusts himself into her so that she squeals then withdraws just as suddenly. She doesn't deserve his cock. Alia. The youngest. The least like her. Like them. The most polite. The most aware of her true position. He spreads her anus gently. Eases into it. Fucks her gently. Rides her whilst his orgasm slowly builds. She whimpers in pleasure. Gasps her thanks. Oh God, again. The fourth or fifth one so far? He pounds her into the soft floor. Makes her squeal. Reminds her that she is a slut. Cries out as he pumps his sperm deep into her bowels. Takes his time resting inside her whilst the other four thank him for bestowing his gift upon her.

He pulls out. Wants to watch them worship his cock but can't stand even the thought of them touching him. Orders the cunt-munchers to lick and lap his sperm out of her as she squats above them. They do so with relish. Worship her most private place. Urge her not to be embarrassed. Is their pleasure real? He finds the thought uncomfortable. Doesn't like the reminder that his cock is not the only thing that they desire.

"You hate doing that, but you do it anyway."

The words are effective. He laughs as they whimper and cry, but he sits surrounded by their gently smiling friends, and the surrealness of it all touches upon his anxiety. What if their complete misery is an illusion? Does their obscene conduct give them some tiny spark of pleasure somewhere deep within their souls? Some reason to think that they don't need a man to satisfy their lusts? That they are superior to him?

"Piss over them."

Cristal.

She drenches them. Sprays their faces and breasts. Grins as she does it. Finishes then returns hurriedly to empty one last stream across their wetly glistening heads.

"Don't smile! Stop giggling!"

He sits in silence. Wonders again why his life must be so difficult. Wonders sullenly whether another man might know how to humiliate them properly. Whether a woman might do better than he.

"Drink it."

Sabrina. Alia. Himself. Each other. He tells them to hate it. Tells them to remember that they're just worthless sluts. Can't help but see desire and excitement in the flicking of their tongues against their peer's gushing vulva.

"Shit... No." he stops. Doesn't want to even think about such a thing, let alone witness it. Feels dissatisfaction eat at the ecstasy and power that had filled his mind.

"Stand up, all of you. Now slap her. Call her a whore."

He is greeted by confused stares.

"God, you're all so fuckin' thick! Slap McKenna! All of you!"

They do so, but they do so gently. Their lips lie in flat lines, but their eyes shine. Sparkle with mischief. It's wrong. She squeals and gasps as he had anticipated, but she also giggles, and he realizes in shock that she enjoys it. That her eyes dart from one face to another. From one pair of swinging breasts to the next. That her seemingly ever-overflowing teats are as engorged as they were when she played with her young lover, whilst her hips have started to move rhythmically. Her pussy to overflow.

He wants to break her. Can't think past that.

"Harder!"

A sharp crack. A blotch of reddened flesh. A gasp of pain. She shivers. Shudders. Gasps again and again as their palms land upon her. Gasps of exertion and winces of pain from them. Gasps of pleasure from her. She's a lesbian and a masochist. She shudders where she stands, and as he watches, her sodden pussy dribbles its juices both down and between her lithesome thighs.

She is, he realizes, about to cum.

"Fucking hell! You're not just a cunt-muncher, you're a fucking freak as well!" he whispers the words. His eyes wide, his mouth lax. "Hit her."

For the first time he sees her peers hesitate to obey a clear and direct order. Sees consternation and a flicker of alarm in the eyes that gaze towards him.

"She's a freak just like she was! She's a fucking evil little pussy-fuckin' whore! Hit her! Hit her, hit her, hit her!" he screams the words. Pants and tries desperately to catch his breath then glowers at her lover. "Do it, Sabrina! Do it!"

The look upon his face is enough. She lifts a fist. Turns towards the older but shorter woman. Her chin quivers and her eyes are bright, overflowing with tears, but her actions restore his sense of power.

"Everyone stop. Sit down and shut up, Mister Turner."

It's a voice that is at once new yet somehow familiar. He sits down as if the rush of power that flees from his broken mind takes the strength of his body with it as well. Looks up at the five naked and beautiful young women in a daze whose apathy is broken only when he lays eyes upon the only one who moves. Kaya.

"This man is not our Master. He deserves neither your love nor your desire, and most definitely not your obedience." she pauses, turns from the four who gaze at her towards him then stops. Shakes her head and gives a small but definite snort of derision before turning her back on him once more.

I have seen that hair before...

"His hold on you is broken."

"Oh McKenna!"

"Sabrina!"

You should have been mine... You were mine...

"Oh God, I thought... I thought he might have -..."

"I'm not that weak! You big baby!"

They kiss and embrace each other. Apologise for what they have done under his influence. Giggle at what they will try again. Caress each other's naked bodies and lick at each other's tongues. He sits forgotten. Neglected. Unworthy of their revenge. Unworthy of their attention.

I've lost them... I wasn't worthy after-all...

He lowers his head dully. Feels it return of its volition to gaze once more at the hair that falls to lick at the top of Kaya's buttocks. Blinks and then blinks again. A flash of a memory. Hair that swept in an arc as a young woman left him to stand on his own. The bag of powder that she threw into the corner of the room before him.

"This is why we test everyone with Automa." she speaks again, but her words are directed to them and not to him. To the three students who stood behind her when she challenged him to fight his own desires. To the redhead who leant casually against the wall behind even them, who eyed him warily and her with love when he declared that there was no way that he could be unworthy.

"I have seen only one man conduct himself under its influence as we would hope he would in reality; but you, Mister Turner, are a failure as both a man and a human being. Had you sought to control yourself then for this night only we would have done anything for you. Had you been like him, then we would have served you as well as him for the rest of our lives. You are weak though, and you sought not to control your most base desires but to sate them; and since you have lost, we will gladly accept your fortune."

She stands before him again. She's so short and yet seemingly so tall above him. So innocent. Almost child-like without the glasses that she had worn when she had challenged him to drink. She kneels as if sensing his thoughts, and then she leans forward so that even when he tries to back away, her bright pink lips brush against his ear.

"It didn't have to be this way, Mister Turner." her voice is a whisper, but it blocks out all else, "But you boasted of your integrity and your virtue, and you increased the stakes, and I will have Mister Turner die to the world. You are Kolby now, and you will work to help others until the day that you really do die. Now go, and be grateful that I have no need of the life that you so stupidly and arrogantly offered."

"I am Kolby. I'll go." he nods his head. Stands up. Pads slowly past the women who watch him in silence. Turns around to bow his head. "Thank you, Mistress."

He turns away once more then; and with that the man who was once Mister Turner leaves the four women and their Mistress to explore the pleasures of each other's company.

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Thank you for reading this far! m(_ _)m

Though this is one of my earlier works, I hope that you found it at least interesting! :)

Ysoi