Leslie Johnson was a popular college girl only 21 years old. She was a beautiful girl with long black hair and an hourglass figure. Today, Leslie was with "the four." She had many friends but there were only four that she trusted completely. She had known these people all of her life even though they never went to the same school. The four consisted of Janine a black woman with curly hair, Christine a blond bimbo with huge boobs, Shelby a well-known slut who always wore revealing outfits and a short girl by the name of Daniel who was brilliant and shy but also a bitch. Leslie and the four did everything together; they even shared their deepest darkest secrets with one another.
On this warm sunny afternoon, Leslie and "the four" were watching with disgust at a geek-looking boy known as James. He was short for his age with thick brown hair and wire-rimmed glasses. He always wore plain clothes, nothing too expensive or fancy looking as he actually had to work for his money. James was skinny and pale and he didn't get out very much. Leslie had known him through out her life and had always hated him. They had attended the same schools and now attended the same college. She had done many bad things to him and still did. Her latest (and by her standards, greatest) thing she had recently done was break up him and his girlfriend who had been together since they started college four years ago.
As he walked past he bumped into Leslie and something dropped out of his hand. It was a feather. Before she could curse at him, he had left. She looked back at her friends to say something when a sudden dizziness came over her. However, it quickly passed. She shook her head, picked up the feather and stuffed it in her pocket. Why, she didn't really know.
"What an idiot" said Shelby "Hey, is his girlfriend still mad at him?"
"Yeah she is" Leslie laughed and so did the others
"I wonder what he's working on," said Christine "he's been working on that thing of his all month."
"It's probably a vibrator" said Janine and they all laughed again.
They laughed on as they walked poking fun of James. Leslie stopped at a classroom telling her friends that she had some business and would catch up with them later. She entered the classroom but the professor wasn't there. She waited for ten minuets and decided to give it up. She exited the room and a strange look crossed her face.
"Why did I come in here" she whispered to herself "I didn't...need to, I don't even have a class here." She shook her head and ignored it. She had too much on her mind. She came to the conclusion that she had gotten confused and walked off.
Leslie headed for the dormitories when the dizziness came over her again. When it stopped she realized she had to go to the bathroom. The college bathroom was closer so she decided to use that one. It was odd of her to do this since she hated using public restrooms but she really had to go. She moved toward the bathroom and entered into the first stall. She pulled her jeans and her panties all the way down to her ankles and peed. When she was done she went to pull her pants up, but found she couldn't. Suddenly, there was a noise; a beeping noise and the dizziness came over her once again. She began to remove her clothes but she didn't want to. Her body was moving by itself. She let out a whimper as her arms slid her clothes under the stall door, but not before taking out the feather that James had dropped. She then crossed her leg so that her foot was resting in her lap.
Leslie now sat naked on the toilet seat with her foot sitting on her lap and the feather in her hand. She was very frightened and unable to stop herself from shaking, from cold and from fear. There was another noise and she jumped. She heard a voice mutter something and the dizziness washed over her again. When the room stopped spinning she noticed that her arm had begun to move on its own. It was moving the feather slowly to the sole of her sized ten foot. She struggled and tried to will herself to stop but to no avail. She gasped as the tip of the feather touched her foot.
"Who's doing this? Make me stop! I know there's someone here! Who are you? Show yourself right now! This isn't funny!" Leslies was now terrified. Someone had total control over her body and she was helpless against whoever it was. All she could do was sit there on the toilet and obey their silent commands.
Suddenly, her hand began to move the feather across her bare sole. Leslie giggled and then burst into hysterical laughter. She had always been hyper ticklish, but had never told anyone (except for her friends). Through her haze of laughter she realized that she was free to wiggle her body but could not get up and could not move her foot from her lap.
"HA-HA-HA-HA-HA STOP IT! HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE HA-HA-HA-HA-HA! MAKE ME STOP HA-HA-HA MAKE ME HA-HA STOP PLEASE!"
Leslie was laughing so hard it was difficult for her to form words. Suddenly, through her own hysterical laughter she heard someone walk forward and stop at the stall door. She saw a pair of white tennis shoes and began to plead and scream for whoever was controlling her to stop. The door opened and in front of her stood James with the device he had been fiddling with all month. The device looked like a remote only longer and wider. It had a large yellow button on the back and several smaller buttons on the front. There were two silver prongs on one end and smaller black sliding switches on the sides.
"Mind control device. Do you like it? I made it myself and I made it especially for you" he said calmly as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening.
"HA-HA F-FUCK HA-HA-HA-HA-HA Y-Y-YOU HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!"
James smiled as he watched Leslie wiggle and laugh. Her face was turning red and tears were coming out of her eyes. He had never seen anyone laugh that hard before in all of his life. Suddenly, Leslie began to pee again. Through her laughter she began crying.
"Since I have known you, you have been a complete bitch. You have played humiliating pranks on me and my friends and constantly got us in trouble for things we never did" he said as though he had practiced saying it "I was hoping to get away from you come college time, but I was wrong. I was hoping that maybe you had matured when I found I was stuck at college with you but again, I was wrong. Making my girlfriend hate me was the final straw Leslie."
"HA-HA-HA-HA-HA I-I-I'M HA-HA-HA-HA S-S-SORRY"
"No your not" James was now beginning to lose his cool "your sorry because you're on the receiving end this time and you can't make it stop."
James handed Leslie another feather and made her take it. He then pushed the large button on the back of his device and made her begin to tickle her thigh with the feather he had just given her. Leslie began to laugh even harder. Her face was now completely red and it was nearly impossible to tell she was crying through her hysterical laughter.
"This is fun isn't it? You know, people can't actually tickle themselves, but with this device I made sure it could happen. This little toy can do a lot of interesting things, but I'm saving them for later" A smile crossed his face as he spoke again. "You know, I always wondered what a woman would look like if she was laughing and masturbating at the same time."
"HA-HA-HA D-D-DON'T HA-HA-HA-HA P-P-PLEASE!"
He pressed the button and Leslie stopped tickling her thigh. She dropped the feather and moved her hand to her pussy, which was shaved. She rubbed herself slowly at first and then penetrated her vagina with one finger, probing herself slowly, gently. Soon she had two fingers in and was moving faster. She moaned and laughed at the same time, becoming angry and frustrated. Soon, she was masturbating furiously. As she pushed her fingers in and out, she let out a long loud scream.
"Well, as long as I have you like this I might as well fuck you. I must admit, I have always wondered if you were good in bed, or in this case, on the toilet."
He pressed the button and Leslie moved the feather across her thigh and up to her ribs. She got up and bent over putting one hand against the top of the toilet. He pulled out his cock it was already rock hard. He put it inside of her as hard as he could causing her to yelp through her ongoing laughter. He hadn't really planned to fuck her. In that instant he had decided that if he did fuck her it might be more humiliating since she despised him. James pumped her as hard as he could until finally he came inside of her. He pulled his pants up and then made her stand up, still tickling herself. She saw him push the button and she was once again masturbating. She had an orgasm and stopped tickling herself. It was now very clear she had been crying but was now trying to hold it in.
James relinquished his control and she dropped to the floor and huddled into the fetal position. She was exhausted and humiliated. She was breathing hard and could hardly see straight. She was also sweating furiously and shaking. For a split second she thought she was going to pass out. She managed to look up and saw James. A sinister smile had crossed his face. Shaky words came out of her mouth, something that sounded like "please, no more" but he couldn't tell.
"You look exhausted, poor thing, but we aren't through yet. You're friends are just like you, troublemakers. They humiliate people and get them in trouble for no apparent reason. They too must be taught a lesson."
He pressed the button and Leslie got up and put her clothes back on. She was sniffling now and her face was still red. He made her take both feathers and stuff them into her pocket.
"Now, I could use my device on your friends and I will. However, I will also use you to get to them. I think it would be best if you personally paid them back for everything they have done to me and my friends."
"Please, don't make me hurt my friends" she wept, her voice staggering.
"Oh, you won't hurt them. Not physically anyway. Now, go and get some rest and tell no one of what has happened. You will act normally but will remember what has happened here. I will visit you and you will tell me everything I want to know about your close personal friends. My vengeance will begin this weekend."
With that he turned and left. Leslie closed the door to the stall and sat down on the toilet seat. She crossed her arms over her stomach trying to stop her violent shaking. She thought of what had happened and then of her friends enduring the same torture at her hands. Then, she couldn't hold it back any longer and she began to cry.
Later that night, James walked out onto the dark campus and met a woman with medium sized boobs and a big butt. She had light brown hair with a red tint and was dressed warmly. A curious look crossed her face as she saw James approaching with his hands behind his back. She jogged up to him and tried to see what he was hiding. That sinister smile crossed his face and he showed her the device.
"What's that, is that what I think it is?" she asked him, her arms crossed in front of her.
"If you mean a device that control the minds of others, then yes, this is what you think it is" James was smiling wider now.
"Well, does it work?"
"Why don't you ask her?"
He pressed the button and Leslie walked into view. She looked pale now and was still shaking a little. She whimpered and became very frightened. Anna could not stop a smile from spreading across her face.
"Have you told her about us yet, about what happened?" Anna asked
"Not yet, I don't plan to until I after I'm done getting valuable information."
He pressed the button and Leslie headed back to the dorm rooms.
"See Anna, I told you this would all work out. Now, let me tell you about phase two."