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Control Freak (M/f teen, mind control, NC)
by Dr, Wu (doktorwu@yahoo.com)
Date: 5/27/99
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