CONTROL FREAK M/f teen, mind control, NC By. Dr. Wu

This story contains sex. If you are under 21, go somewhere else. This story is
copyright 1999 by Dr. Wu. It may be re-posted to any free newsgroup, and archived
on any site that is free. It may not be archived on any site that requires
payment in any form. This story is complete fiction, and the characters bear no
resemblance to anyone, living or dead. Anyone who would even think about doing
anything in these stories would be guily of major felonies, but this is pure
fantasy. Enjoy.

Author's note: After completing the rather extensive "Toying With Tiffany" saga,
Dr. Wu is still noodling around with ideas for a sequel. In the meantime, this is
a shorter, self-contained story, a little different from "Tiffany," but in other
ways, somewhat similar. The Tiffany sequel will happen when it happens. In the
meantime....

CONTROL FREAK

Hello, sweetness. What's your name?

Who are you?

Oh come on, I asked you first.

What's happened to me?

Jeez, sweetness, we're never going to get anywhere at this rate.

Help! Somebody please help me! What's going on?

No one can hear you, sweetness. Look around. Oh, sorry, you can't look around.
Well, let me help you out. As you know, we're standing in the middle of the mall.
You were just standing there by yourself a few seconds ago, looking good enough
to eat, staring into the shoe store window. I walked over and took control of
your mind. By controlling your mind, I control your body. You are now frozen in
place, as immobile as the mannequins in the other store windows. You can't talk
or scream, you can only whisper. So when you called for help just now, no one
could hear you except me.

What do you want?

I want you, sweetness. I want to spend a little time with you, maybe an hour or
so, and then I'll be on my way.

Go away. Leave me alone. Please.

Come on, darling. You're starting to piss me off. And you don't want to piss me
off, I can assure you. You want to cooperate, within your limited abilities. Now
I'll tell you what. We're gonna take a walk, you and me, like we're old friends.
I am controlling your mind, so I'm gonna be in charge of your legs. Here we go, I
have my arm around your waist, and we're walking, slowly but normally, over here
to the food court where we can sit down in a quiet corner and not be disturbed.
Inside you're freaking out, I know, but everyone else in the mall just sees a
girl with a pleasant smile on her face walking with an older man. There. We're
here. Now I'll sit you down across from me at the table, and you're still
smiling. Inside, I know you're screaming. Your kind always do. But just get
control of yourself. The sooner you answer my questions, the sooner I'll be done
playing with you and you can go back to normal. Now, what's your name?

Cindy.

Very good, Cindy. And how old are you?

16.

That's about what I figured, Cindy. You're simply an amazingly beautiful girl.
Blonde hair cut short, perfect skin, and a body that drives men wild. I'll bet
all the boys at school just about go nuts over you,. don't they, Cindy?

Please go away, Mister. Please, please, I'm begging you.

Cindy, the last thing you want is for me to go away. If I walk away, you'll be
frozen like this forever. You'll never move a muscle or speak a word again.
You'll be a vegetable. You don't want that, do you?

No.

Then answer all of my questions and quit pissing me off or you're going to be
very sorry. You know I'm inside you're brain, don't you Cindy? And I'm
controlling your body and your speech, but not your thoughts and emotions, right?

Yes.

Then answer my questions, and tell the truth, cause I'm looking inside your mind
and I can tell if you're lying. Now: Do all the boys at school think you're hot,
Cindy?

Yes.

Do you feel their eyes carressing your body?

Yes.

And do you like that feeling, knowing that all the boys at school are watching
your body, and fantasizing about fucking you?

No.

Cindy. I can hurt you very badly. Don't you lie to me, darling.

Yes. Yes, sometimes I kind of like knowing that.

Do you know what guys call a girl like you Cindy, a girl who has a fantastic
nubile teenaged body and dresses to show it off but is really just teasing all
the guys? Guys call that a cock tease, sweetness. Do you think maybe just a
little bit you might be a cocktease?

Maybe. Sometimes. I don't know. I don't mean to.

Oh, you girls never mean to, do you sweetness? You just go to the mall wearing a
little pleated skirt so short you can almost see your ass cheeks when you walk,
and you sway that ass from side to side so the skirt swishes across your golden
teenaged thighs, and you wear a tight little crop top with no bra underneath so
your nipples are poking out. Let me ask you, Cindy, when you got dressed today,
did you look in the mirror and think you looked really hot?

Yes. I'm sorry. Please leave me along and stop me asking me these questions.

But I just love the look in your eyes. Cindy. I can see fear in your eyes. Nobody
else can cause we're tucked away here in the food court, but I know you're
afraid, and that turns me on. See, I was watching you today in the mall. You
thought you were the greatest thing on two legs here today, and in some ways, you
are. You knew the men were all ogling you, wanting to fuck you, but they
couldn't, cause you wouldn't let them. You knew you were looking hot, right? I
want you to describe for me what was in your mind before I found you.

I was just shopping, I wasn't thinking.

Cindy, don't lie to me.

Well, you're kind of right. I knew guys were watching me, and it sort of made me
feel good to know how I looked.

Did it turn you on a little?

A little.

It turned me on a lot, Cindy. That's why I chose you to play with today, out of
all the girls at the mall. If you'd dressed a little more modestly, I would have
chosen someone else. How does that make you feel, sweetness?

I don't know.

Well, take a stab at an emotion.

It makes me feel bad, I guess.

A little naughty, perhaps, Cindy? A little dirty? Like a dirty little girl who
was out teasing men's cocks and then got caught by something she didn't know
could happen?

I don't know.

Oh, I think you do know, Cindy. Now, tell me, are you a virgin?

Please, mister, please leave me alone. I haven't done anything to you.

Dammit, Cindy, that's it. You need to understand that when I ask a question I
want an answer, not a bunch of fucking whining. Now as you'll noticed your hands
are coming up in the air, as if you were willing them to do it, but of course
you're not, I'm making you do it. It's like you were my sweet little 16-year-old
cock-teasing marionette, and I'm your puppet-master. Now let's bring those hands
right up to those tasty little tits. Anybody looking? No, nobody's paying any
attention to us over here. Now let's give those nipples a few really good twists
with your very own fingers. Twist to the right, then to the left, and back and
forth and 1 and 2. Really squeezing now. Oh, I can see the tears forming in your
eyes. Can't have that now. Hands back in your lap. And just look at those nipples
poking out of that think top, all perky and excited.

Oh God, Mister, that hurt so bad. Please don't do that again.

Well, sweetness, that's just a tiny hint of what I'm capable of. I don't even
have to manipulate your hands. I can just go right to the pain perception center
of your brain and you make think that something is happening to you. Would you
like to see what it feels like to have someone hold a cigarette against your
nipple? Or maybe to have a firecracker explode inside your pussy? And if I want
to, I can wrack your sweet young body with unimaginable, unbearable pain, and
then walk away and leave you like this. You couldn't tell a soul what you were
feeling. How long before you went insane from the contant agony? Whoa, your
pupils just got huge! I think your fear index just went off the chart!

I'll be good, Mister. Please don't hurt me. I'll be good.

I knew I could convince you, Cindy. See, I really am not into hurting girls. I
like controlling them, and dominating, and humiliating them, but I only hurt them
as a last resort. So don't make me go there. Now tell me, are you a virgin?

Uh, yes sir, I am.

How nice. You've never had a boy's cock up inside your pussy?

No sir. I swear.

Ever touched a cock? Oh, I can see you're blushing now. I've struck a nerve, so
to speak.

Yes, sir.

How many?

Three.

Ever give a boy a hand job or a blow job?

No.

So you've touched three cocks but you didn't give any of them hand jobs? Do I
have that right?

Yes, sir.

Oh, you really are a little cock tease, aren't you? You and the boys get all hot
and heavy, you're making out, maybe you're letting them touch those sweet tits of
yours, pretty soon he's unzipping his fly or you are, and it's all feeling so
good, and your hand brushes his cock, and he moans, and then you pull back cause
you're just not that kind of girl and you don't want to get carried away. Is that
about the size of it, sweetness?

Yes, sir. But I don't mean to be cruel, I really don't.

Of course you don't, sweetness. But how do you thing the boys feel.

I I I I don't know.

Well, let me show you how they feel, Cindy. I'm going to probe the pleasure
center of your brain, the place that's connected to your clitoris nestled down
there in your pussy. But before I do that, let's have those panties off. Nobody's
looking. Just reach under the table with both hands, that's a good girl, under
the skirt, grab the panties in your hands and pull them down those thighs, down
those legs. Lift the feet, and slide the panties right off. Now hand them over to
me. Very good. I'll just stuff them in my pocket for now. If you're good, I'll
give them back when I'm done playing with you. So now you're sitting in the food
court with a strange man, and you've given him your underpants. I want you to
open your legs, knees about 18 inches apart, nice and open. If we were someplace
else, I'd get down on my hands and knees and use my tongue on you. But I don't
have to. I can make you feel my tongue while I sit right here and look across the
table into those gorgeous baby blues of yours. Now your clit is being licked, you
can feel it, and it feels wonderful. Doesn't it sweetness.

Mmmh-hmm.

It feels all wet between your legs. Your clit is getting bigger, and popping out
from under its hood, and it's seeking my tongue. Can you feel that?

Mmmmmmh-hhmmmm. Uh-huh. Mmmm.

And I'm getting you off, sweetness. It feels so good, you've never felt anything
so good, I'm directly manipulating your pleasure center, and your young body is
flooded with good feelings, from your scalp to the tips of those cute little
toes, you're tingling all over, and you're wetter, and hotter.

Oh, jeez, Mister, please, ohhhh, it feels so good.

I can see in your eyes how good it feels, sweetness. Would you like me to make
you cum now?

Mmmmm-hmmmm. Oh, God, oh it feels so good, don't stop.

You have to ask me, sweetness.

Oh, please, make me cum, please make me cum, please please pleeeeeeeeeeeze.

Nope. Sorry, sweetness. The ride just stopped. Oh, my, the look in your eyes
right now. You were right on the brink of the most wonderful orgasm ever, and
then it stopped. Right?

What happened? Ohhhhhh, God, I'm so confused. What are you doing to me?

I'm showing you how those boys felt, Cindy Cock Tease. I'm letting you really
experience it yourself. Is your pussy wet? Is your little clit all hot? Do you
want to touch it really really bad?

Oh, yes, God damn it, yes! Yes!

Goodness, sweetness, it's a good thing I've got your voice dialed back to a
whisper. You'd be screaming like Meg Ryan in "When Harry Met Sally" right now.

Oh, God. Oh, Jesus.

How does your pussy feel, sweetness? All open and warm?

Oh, yes.

And your clit is all tingly and hot?

Oh God yes. Please. Let me.

Let you what, Cindy?

Let me have an orgasm.

OK, Cindy, but you'll have to do it yourself. Right out here in the food court at
the mall. You don't have any panties on, and your knees are spread apart, and
even though there's people nearby they're not paying any attention to us. So I'm
going to lift the control over your right hand just enough for you to move it
down to your lap to play with yourself. But I'm not going to make you do it,
Cindy. It will be up to you.

Oh God, Mister, what are you doing?

I've explained what I'm doing, sweetness.

But how are you doing it?

How do I control your mind? It's complicated. I just sort of superimposed my mind
over yours. If I wanted to I could override your emotions and everything, but
I've found it's more fun to leave most of your personality intact, so that you're
aware of what's happening. That way you feel the shame and humiliation and anger
and fear. That's really just about my favorite part, feeling a girl's fear and
humiliation. Now are you gonna drop that hand down into your lap? Don't you still
want to cum, Cindy?

Oh God, I hate myself. I hate you, you bastard. I just can't stand being right on
the edge like this. It's horrible.

That's right, Cindy. No one is looking. Just rub that little virgin pussy.

Oh, shit. Oh shit that feels so good.

That's a girl. Just rub it. I'll let you rub it as hard as you want. And since
you can't scream, you can just scream internally. Go ahead, let it out. Let
yourself cum right here in the middle of the mall.

Oh shit. Oh my God my God my Godddddddd. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh.

Oh the look in your eyes, sweetness. Lust and shame and panic and more lust. Are
you done now?

Oh, yes. That felt so good.

Do you feel like you'd like to cum some more?

I don't know. I guess so.

I told you not to lie to me, darling. I can see in your eyes you're still pretty
horny. Those sweet little nipples of yours are just poking right through the
front of that top, and it's not from being pinched anymore. I think that one only
got you started, didn't it, but you don't want to look like a slut to me.

I don't know, Mister. I'm just, I don't know.

Well, you don't need to worry about looking like a slut to me, because you
already do, sweetness. Sure, I took control of you for awhile, but you played
with your pussy of your own free will, didn't you, sweetness?

Uh-huh.

Say it for me.

I played with my pussy of my own free will.

And you'd like to play some more.

Uh-huh.

Well, we'll play some more, don't you worry darling. But let me tell you
something. See, I'm all horny, too. Watching your delicious little 16-year-old
freckle-face get all hot and flushed while you have an orgasm in the middle of a
mall has given me a raging boner. I may be old enough to be your daddy, but I
still get erections like you wouldn't believe. And before you cum again, I'm
going to cum too. This food court won't be so good for that, so we're going to
take another little walk. Get up now, and come along. Oh, I forgot, you're not
wearing any panties under that short little skirt. My, my. Wouldn't the boys
around here just love to know that little Cindy is walking through the mall with
no panties on, her pussy all wet and so close to being exposed. Too bad there's
no breeze. Hey, there's an idea. Why don't we walk outside?

No! Please, don't make me do that.

You don't want to walk outside and maybe let a little gust of wind blow that tiny
little skirt up and show the world your naked ass and pussy?

No, please. Please don't, Mister.

OK, Cindy. We'll stay inside the mall. Hey, here we are, at the movies. Let's
just walk up and buy a ticket to whatever's playing. You like Keanu Reeves in The
Matrix? It started 10 minutes ago, but I don't care. Anything but Phantom Menace.
I don't want a crowd. Now first stop is the concession stand, where fortunately
there is no line. Yes, I'd like a box of popcorn please a cup of water. See,
Cindy, it's almost like a little impromptu date right in the middle of the
afternoon. Thank you very much. Now let's head over here. Ah, here it is, the
butter dispenser for the popcorn. I'll just fill me empty cup up with a few
squirts of oil. It's not really butter, you know. And now that I've got my little
cup of oil, let's go see The Matrix.

Why are we doing this?

A lot of reasons, sweetness. You said you didn't want to go outside, so we stayed
inside. You said you wanted to cum again, but I want to cum too, and I have to
find us a quiet, dark, secluded place. And what better place than a movie
theater? Now let's just sit up here in the very back row. As I suspected, the
place is practically deserted. Everybody's at The Phantom Menace. You stand right
there in front of me, Cindy, while I unbuckle my pants and pull them down. Don't
worry about blocking my view. I'm looking right at those firm tanned teenaged
legs of your and that sweet ass, and I couldn't care less about the movie. Now
I'm gonna have to immobilize your body for a bit, cause you're not gonna like
this next part. To make it better, I'm gonna give you some really nice feelings
on that clit of yours.

Mmmmmmm.

That's right, girl. Now what you're feeling now is I'm dipping my fingers into
this cup of oil and I'm rubbing them in the crack of that sweet ass of yours. I'm
giving you a warm oil massage all up and down the crack of your ass, and then I'm
letting my finger slip in and touch your little rosebud of your bottom.

Oh please don't do this Mister, please don't. Please stop.

Hush, Cindy. I'm gonna cut off your speech entirely now, so you can't even
whisper. My cock is as hard as a crowbar and I'm ready for action. Now I'm
putting some more oil on my fingers, and I'm finger fucking that sweet little
bottom of yours. It's getting all slick with the oil, and the orgasm you had and
the pleasure you're feeling now in your pussy has relaxed your little bottom to
help my fingers move up inside you, deeper and deeper, spreading the oil. With my
other hand I'm rubbing the popcorn oil on my hard-on, getting it all slick. Sorry
you can't talk, cause I'd love to hear what you'd say about this part of our
little game. Now your little butthole is all lubricated, and so is my cock, and I
think it's time to fuck you up the ass. Wow! Even with your body immobilized I
could sense some tension there, sweetness. That's the last thing you want. The
more you tense up, the more it's gonna hurt. The more you relax, the better it
will feel. I'm pulling you back down into my lap now, holding your skirt up
around your waist in back, and aiming your sweet little asshole right at the big
old head of my cock. Can you feel that, sweetness? Can you feel the head of my
cock touching the outside of your greay little butthole? I don't know how good it
feels to you, but I've never felt anything so hot and tight and sweet in my whole
fucking life, you sweet little 16-year-old cock tease. My dick is sliding further
in, up and up, that hot oily chute, all the way in, ah, yes. I'm all the way in.
You're sitting right down flush against my lap with my cock buried to the hilt in
your ass, Cindy. What do you think of that? Oh, shit, you can't talk. Here. I'm
gonna tilt your head back so your lips are right next to my ear, and give you
just enough power of speech for a throaty little whisper.

It hurts. Oh God it hurts.

Yeah, but think of how much worse it would have hurt without the oil, baby. Now
catch this action on your clit.

Mmmmmm. Oh God, it hurts but it feels good. It feels both, Mister. I don't know,
I don't know.

Yeah, life can be confusing sometimes sweetness. I'm flooding your brain with
sensations that your clit is being expertly rubbed, and you're already all juiced
up and ready to cum again, but then there's this big ol' cock fucking you in the
ass. Speaking of which, it's time to start some serious action. Up you go, Cindy.
I'll make your legs do all the work. You're young and strong and limber. I'll
just sit here while you raise and lower yourself on my cock.

Oh jeez, stop. I can't help myself. Oh God, Mister, please, please!

Up and down. Work that ass on me, sweetness. Oh yes, that's my girl. Up and down
and up and down. Nothing like picking out a piece of teenage poon at random and
20 minutes later you're fucking her greased ass in the back row of a movie
theater. Jesus Fucking Christ, life is good! How's the clit feeling, Cindy? About
ready to explode? Want me to let you cum again, or do you want me to cut you off
like I did at first?

Don't cut me off, God, no, don't cut me off. Let me cum, please Mister!

OK, sweetness, let's come together. Can you feel the head of my cock swelling
inside your tight little rectum?

Oh God, yes, Mister, I can feel it!

I can too, sweetness. I'm gonna make you go a little faster now, and I'm gonna
make you clamp down that sphicnter muscle for all you're worth. Oh Fuck! Oh
Christ! Yes, here I cum, baby! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ahhhhhhh!

Oh yes, Mister, oh yes, fuck me, fuck me, fuck my ass, ohhhhhhhhhh
Fuuuuuuuuuuuck!!!

Oh, baby. Oh, sweetness. Oh, Cindy, you sweet delightful little piece of teenage
ass.

Oh, jeez, Mister, what did you make me do?

I only made you do some things, Cindy. You did some of the rest of your free
will.

Oh, shit. Fuck. What have you done to me?

I think you know pretty well what I've done to you, Cindy. Now there's only one
last little part to our game, and I'll tell you about while my cock is still
stuck up your ass but starting to get soft. I'm going to give you a choice.
Option one is I open up your purse and get out your drivers license and copy down
your address. Then we both leave here, and one night real soon, maybe tomorrow
night, I come over to your house. If your parents are there, I'll use my powers
to paralyze them and render them deaf dumb and blind to get them out of the way.
Then I'll come up to your room and you and I will play. I've got lots more games,
although I have to warn you some of them are a lot nastier than the games we've
played here at the mall. Option two is  you set me up with one of your friends,
the best-looking girlfriend you have. You bring her to the mall at a pre-arranged
time, I see the two of you, I take her the way I took you. She would never have
to know that you had betrayed her to me. Of course, you would know, but that's
not my problem. So what's it going to be, Cindy? A return engagement between you
and me, or you set me up with a friend?

Her name is Tiffany, Mister. I'll bring her here tomorrow night. You'll like her.
She's a cheerleader. And Mister?

Yes, sweetness?

Is there any way, maybe, you could, like, do us both?

THE END