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Thd Control Ring

- Draft Version 1

Chapter 1

Discovery

Blowing out the candles Peter De Ville wondered how long the charade would last. At fifteen he was tired of birthday parties. He smiled to please Mother, who bustled around the table taking photographs of the family. Everyone appeared to enjoy themselves but he knew they did not mean it.

Peter missed blowing out two candles. Anna, his older sister, did not miss the opportunity to dig in a jibe, "Candles too big for you Pete, and I thought you were full of wind? Maybe when you grow big enough you'll learn to blow."

Anna's gloating spoiled her otherwise good looks. Her long brown hair adorned a body of a model. She pouted her nose and snickered at her brother. Peter, on the other hand, missed out in the looks. Short, bespeckled, overweight, and very clumsy, he did not reply to the insults.

Ben cut the cake ginving Grandad a chance to comment, "Don't touch the bottom with the knife Pete or you'll have to kiss the closest girl."

Mother smiled at the remark, edging closer to Peter, just in case he chose to grant her a kiss on his special day.

Grandad had become the head of the family since Peter turned six years old. Father passed away that year leaving Grandad with the responsibility. Smelly old Grandad did nothing to earn the respect of the family. Although his money provided them a home and a maid, everyone wished that the toothless on geizer would simply die, leaving them in peace.

The only person everyone did like was Mary. At age thirty the energetic maid kept the house in order. Taking over the chores Mother considered dull or benieth her stature. Peter sometimes dreamed of Mary, other times he compared her body to some of the women in his magazines, trying to guess what those large breasts looked like without clothing. Mary helped bath Grandad, which probably thrilled the old fart, and she often consulted Anna on private ladies matters.

The gifts arrived next. Anna reluctantly held out a unwrapped box of chocolate. She forced a smile when he thanked her. Mother enthustiasticly wheeled in something large. It was wrapped in colourful paper and weighed a lot. Peter tore the paper off to reveal a motorcycle. That time he did kiss his mother, thanking her at least five times. Mary produced a bundle that hid a new shirt and trousers. Peter thought that the outfit looked a bit too nice for him but she encouraged him by saying it could help win the hearts of the girls. He tried to look into her eyes before she glanced away.

Grandad delivered his present last. An old box containing a note and a ring. "Here you are Pete," said Grandad handing over with shaking hands. "Your father asked me to give this to you on your fifteenth birthday. He told me to say that he hopes it brings you as much fortune as it did to us."

Peter liked the ring. It held a green gem that sparkled with unnatural beauty. "I like it," he said grinning like a fool.

"I hope so Pete. It is worth more than anything else I own." Grandad winked making Peter feel very uncomfortable.

The ring looked nice but not that nice. The gem was not like any other stone Peter had seen but could hardly be considered valuable. The gift touched him anyway. It was a gift from the grave. Father wanted him to have it and therefore, in Peter's eyes, it was priceless. He looked at the note.

"Not now Pete," said Grandad briskly covering the writing. "Its private from your father."

Due to Peter's lack of interest and Anna's bickering the party finished soon after. Peter escaped to his room to read his fathers message. Admiring the ring he read as slowly as his excitment allowed. It read:

Dear Son,

Congratulations for your fifteenth birthday. I hope that you have not forgetten me and held our memories close to your heart. The heirloom in this parcel will change your life forever. You may choose not to accept it but I trust that you are not a fool because only a fool could refuse such a gift. The ring can only be used by one of our line. Your duty is to pass in on to your son as I have to you. The ring has the power of suggestion. Use it wisely and your life will always be wonderous. Take care to keep it a secret for many others want such a gift. The instructions are easy to follow. Concentrate on the ring, when it begins to glow you can suggest thoughts to other people. They have to obey you. Tell them or change into whatever you like but be careful because the changes are irreversible.

Good luck son and happy birthday,

Father

Peter looked in disbelief. His spectacles almost fell from his eyes. Was it a joke from Father? How much did Grandad know? Did Grandad or Father ever use the ring? They must have.

Placing it on his middle finger Peter stared at the ring. Within moments it glowed and continued to glow for several minutes.

Heart beating he raced out the hallway, almost colliding with Grandad. "Well Pete, I see that you know about the ring now?" said Grandad. "Have you used it yet?"

"I.. Just a moment ago. I saw it shine."

"Very good. Now you must wait for it to recharge. I bet you have lots of plans now sonny. Who is going to be your first subject?"

"None of your business Grandad. I am not going to use it on anybody."

The old geizer laughed. "Of course you are. We all do when we first get it. Is it somebody at school or a girl in the neighbourhood? You can tell me. You know your father picked your mother out of a centrefold, don't you?"

Mother a centrefold? It could not be true. Yet when he thought about it, she was very attractive. For a forty two year, her legs were quite stunning. "How?" he asked.

"Your father just opened a magazine one day, saw your mother, and decided to take her. That's the kind of power you have now Pete. So who are you going to choose?" Grandad smiled his toothless smile making Peter cringe.

"I said none of your business. Leave me alone Grandad."

Peter launched onto his motorcycle, hearing the old man's laughter fade . The means to travel and the power to control. He felt like a god. Only when a police siren interupted his dream did he wonder how long the ring took to recharge.

He pulled the motorcycle over and waited for the interrogation. The police woman climbing out of the car looked strict and stern. A woman in her early twenties wrapped up in a blue uniform. She might not have known it but, to the teenage boy, she presented the final gift of the day.

"Can I have your licence please?" she said in a no nonsense, cop like voice, and drew out a little book and pen to take down details.

Peter pulled his leather glove off to concentrate on the ring. It glowed. Cautiously he said to the police woman, "You don't want my licence."

She frowned, then repeated, "No I don't want your licence. I have made a mistake."

The ring still glowed but he did not know how long it would last so he ordered her, "Stay with me until I tell you to go."

The command seamed easier for her because her expression relaxed a little. "Yes, stay with you. I don't want to go anywhere else."

In the waning glow of the ring Peter quickly said, "I am your best friend." The glow vanished completely as he finished.

The woman said robotically, "My best friend," Then the blank expression vanished, replaced by her friendly character. "Hi, my name is Cheryl. I don't know yours, do I?"

"I'm Peter. My friends call me Pete."

She shook his hand. "Well Pete it is then. I think that we are going know each other very well. Its funny, I can't remember why I pulled you over but just as well I did or else we wouldn't have met."

"I think that you pulled me over for my license," said Peter testing the power of his suggestion.

She looked shocked "No way Pete. I never want to ever see that thing. Anyway, where are you off to on your cool bike?"

They chatted for a while. She wanted to know all about him and told him a lot about herself. All the time he studied her uniform trying to catch glimpses of her figure. While they talked the ring recharged and he formulated a plan. He parked his motorcycle, then asked to ride in the front seat of the police car. Cheryl agreed.

At a traffic light the ring glowed again. Before she could excellerate he said, "You are feeling very sexy Cheryl. Feel your body to see how sexy you are."

In a flat voice she replied, "Very sexy. Have to touch myself." Leaving the steering wheel her fingers unfastened her shirt to glide over her skin.

Peter said, "Everytime I say your name you will feel sexier and sexier and touch yourself until you have an orgasm. Then you will feel normal again but you will remember how you felt and fall in love me a little more."

The ring faded.

Cheryl shook her head and said, "What's going on? Did I fall asleep or something? The traffic light is amber." She looked down at her partially exposed chest. "Oh my! How did my shirt become undone?"

Peter stayed quiet until she drove a little way. Then he asked, "Do you like the sound of my voice Cheryl? Some girls say that's its sexy."

She giggled, "Your voice sounds fine but not sexy. Hey, I have to get back to work soon. Do you want to come too?"

"I don't think so," he said. "Why don't we go somewhere private. A motel perhaps?"

Flipping her cap off to untie her hair bun she replied, "Now don't going getting ideas Pete, we're just friends, okay? What would we do in a motel anyway? I am much too old for you."

"Just hoping." He noticed how she combed her long brown hair with her finger tips. The suggestion was taking affect.

"Do you really think that age makes that much difference if people are attracted to each other?"

"Oh Pete. I'm sorry," she said breathing a little harder. "I don't think that I could like you in that way. Lets change the subject. Isn't it warm in here?" No longer able to concentrate, she drove the car down a secluded alley and parked.

In minutes the police woman stripped away her uniform revealing black lacy underpants and bra. "Please don't look Pete." she gasped slipping a hand onto her crotch. Ashamably, she spread her powerful thighs and furiously masturbated until her whole body spasmed.

Coming down she redressed herself. "Oh Pete, what have I done? You must think that I am a slut. Please forgive me but I don't know what come over. You wont tell anyone what I did. Will you?"

Coyly Peter replied, "Gee I don't know Cheryl. Would you give me a kiss in return?" he emphasised her name.

"Ohhh Pete, I do like you a lot but it simply can't be like that." Before she pulled her shirt together she moaned. "Oh no! I'm getting hot again. So hot!" She stretched out, removing all of her cloths and masturbated herself in clear view of anyone passing by.

After relieving herself she pulled her trousers and shirt back on.

Peter toyed with her several more times. Finally, by using the power of the ring, he had her masturbate him at the same time. Growing bored, and feeling guilty, he ordered her to drive him home. Cheryl was very sad to see him leave and insisted on handing her phone number over.

"So a policewoman Pete," said Grandad slapping Peter on the back as he entered the house. "Not bad for starters. I bet it was your first time, hey?"

"I didn't do what you think Grandad. I'm still a virgin."

"Ho Ho." laughed Grandad. "A virgin? What are you waiting for? Got someone special in mind?"

Peter did not answer. The old man annoyed him.

"Come on Pete. Tell me about it. You can trust me."

Peter stared at the ring, making it glow. "Grandad," he said. "Forget about what the ring can do and stop annoying me."

"Forget the ring and leave you alone." repeated Grandad in a monotone voice.

Grandad did forget the power of the ring and never bothered Peter again about anything.

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