CONTROLLING JENNIFER I

NOT A CHANCE ENCOUNTER

Jennifer was a frosh at Jefferson College, and so far she liked it a lot. As she 
walked down toward the gym, she smiled to herself at the California weather. It 
was nothing like the weather in Alaska. Here it was, the middle of february, 
and she could walk around in shorts without worrying about freezing to death. 
Others complained that it was cold and told her she was a nut for wearing 
shorts. Obviously they didn't come from Alaska like she did. To her, the crisp 
chill in the air was more refreshing than it was chilling, and she knew that after 
running around the track a few times, she would actually be hot.  

Jennifer liked to run; it was a good way to keep in shape, and it was a good 
way to daydream while still being productive. She was a good student and very 
responsible, and this was her way to escape the constant academic pressures 
she put upon herself. She could jog around the track a few times, letting her 
body do the work while her mind wandered onto other things. Others wouldn't 
believe her, but running relaxed her. (Her roommate thought she was crazy, 
but then again, Jenny's roommate was a plump girl who looked like she had 
never exercised a day in her life.)  

Jenny was wearing a tank top and a loose fitting pair of shorts. Underneath the 
shorts, she wore a pair of those tight-fitting bike pants, made of the stretchy 
black material. This was mostly to keep her warm, and to keep her decent. 
Plus, whenever she ran in panties, they got all drenched in her sweat and 
basically became too disgusting to wear. Similarly, under her tanktop, Jenny 
wore a tightfitting elastic top over her breasts. The reason for this was that she 
hated the feeling of running in the discomfort of a bra, and if she wore nothing, 
she bounced, and that became painful after awhile.  

Jenny was happy with her body, unlike most women, and this happiness gave 
her a very visible confidence. This confidence almost did more to make her 
attractive than her actual physical appearance. Jenny had dark hair and tan 
skin, and a nice smile. When she had first arrived on campus, men had 
swarmed around her, mostly frat guys checking out the new women, but Jenny 
had made it through without acquiring any boyfriends. She was not one that 
had to have a boyfriend; on the whole, she preferred not to, as they took up a 
lot of time and never seemed to be much worth it. She didn't need the time-
drain. Yes, Jenny would only settle for a boyfriend that she actually loved, and 
the frat guys soon gave up on her, disgusted, and moved to other prey.  
As Jenny bounded down the steps toward the gym, taking them two at a time, 
she enjoyed the beauty of Jefferson College campus. It seemed like a park 
more than a campus, and she walked under the trees towards the gym. 
Squirrels chirped at her from their trees, and she let her eyes wander to them, 
watching them hop from tree limb to tree limb.  

"Hi, Jenny." a voice said, startling her out of her reverie. She looked to see a 
man standing beside her. He looked to be in his twenties, possibly a senior, 
with short dark hair and dark eyes. Jenny thought he looked italian. She 
couldn't remember his name offhand, and decided he was probably some guy 
from a fraternity that she had met and forgotten. Still, he was fairly attractive, 
so Jenny flashed her most charming smile. After all, she might as well keep 
her options open.  

"Hi!" she said. "Have we met before? We must have, but I'm afraid I don't 
remember...." She shrugged and grinned.  

"No, we haven't really been formally introduced. You can call me Mark."  

"Hi, Mark. Nice to meet you."  

"Yes....yes. Nice to meet you, too, Jenny." Mark's eyes shifted, and he smiled 
slowly. "I've been wanting to talk to you, Jenny...like I said, we haven't been 
introduced, but I've seen you from afar, and well, let's say I'd like to get to 
know you better." 

Jenny's eyebrow lifted. He was very forward, and she felt a faint discomfort. 
She discarded this quickly, telling herself she was just being paranoid. She 
had dealt with forward guys before; this one was no different. "I was just on my 
way to the track to run a few laps...want to walk with me? We can talk on the 
way."  

Mark's eyes shifted. "Actually, I was hoping we could sit down. Please? It'll 
only take a second, and then you can be on your way. Huh?"  

Jenny squinted at him. "You sound like you have something very specific to tell 
me." she accused.  

Mark grinned, and Jenny thought his grin was very cute...kind of a Tom Cruise 
smirk. "Actually, I do." he admitted. "Wanna sit down?"  

"Okay." she said. "I suppose I can take a few minutes." Mark grinned again, 
and walked over to a picnic table. He sat down, and she plopped down 
opposite from him.  

"Ok." she said, propping herself on her elbows and looking him straight in the 
eye. "What do you want to tell me?"  

Again the grin. It's almost like he's embarassed to say it, Jenny thought. "I've 
been watching you, Jenny...from afar. I suppose you could say I was admiring 
you. You're very pretty, Jenny." She smiled, but the compliment disturbed her. 
She didn't particularly like being 'watched from afar' by someone she didn't 
know, and she was wondering where all this was leading. "I think you're just 
what I'm looking for."  

Jenny leaned back, her eyes narrowing. "You're very forward." she remarked, 
somewhat coldly.  

"I can afford to be." Mark was not the least bit fazed by her coldness. "You 
see, Jenny...let me explain something to you. I'm new here too, and I've been 
looking for a woman. Not a girlfriend; I don't care about that just now. I've been 
looking for a woman who'll do whatever I say." He grinned, and this time his 
grin seemed somewhat frightening...it was the confidence behind it. "I suppose 
you could say I've been looking for a slave."  

That was all Jenny needed to hear. "Fuck off." she intoned, and started to get 
up.  

"Stop." said Mark. And suddenly, Jenny was frozen. She couldn't move. "Sit 
back down." And Jenny did.  

Mark looked regretful. "I didn't want to have to do it this way." he sighed. Jenny 
could only sit there, motionless. Her mind raced. Why can't I move? What did 
he do? Her face would have shown her fear, but her face too was frozen. "You 
see, Jenny...I have the power to control you, whether you like it or not. I guess 
after years of wishing I had the power, I wished so hard that I actually got it. 
But it's funner if I don't use it. It's better."  

He folded his hands and looked like a lawyer making a contract. "Here's the 
deal, Jenny. You do what I say, without me using my power, and it will be 
easier for you. You refuse, and I'll be forced to use my power, and it will be 
harder on you. 
I won't do anything all that bad, truly; I won't hurt you or anything. I don't get off 
on that. I get off on the controlling. But it will be better for us both if you do it 
without the power." He watched her as she struggled against his control. "Tell 
you what. I'll let you free from my control, and you tell me what you want to do. 
Okay?" He concentrated. "You're free." he said.  

Jenny suddenly regained control of her muscles, and she bolted. She was 
maybe ten feet away when he shouted "Stop!" And she froze. Unable to stop 
her momentum, she tripped and laid frozen on the ground. As she laid there, 
completely immobile, she heard his footsteps crunching the leaves, walking 
towards her. "I can see how it's going to be today." she heard him say sadly. "I 
hope you will learn in time. 

As for now, here is your punishment. In twenty seconds, you will be able to 
move again. From that time until you get back to your room, you will feel very 
sexually attracted to every third guy you see. Once you have helped them 
reach orgasm, you will once again regain complete control, and then you will 
know what you have done." He paused. "I'm sorry it had to be this way, Jenny." 
he said sadly, and then she heard him walk off.  

Jenny laid in the grass for that twenty seconds. All she could do was breath 
and blink her eyes and wonder what the hell was happening to her. After the 
twenty seconds was up, exactly as he had said, she regained movement.  

"Oh, god." she said. "What in the world is happening? Is this really happening 
to me?" Jenny tried to deny what she had just experienced, but she could not. 
It was a cold, sterile memory; it was all real. She couldn't afford to disregard 
the power he weilded over her. "I need to get to my room." Jenny thought, and 
then she could think no more, for she lifted her head. She saw a guy throwing 
a frisbee to his dog. She saw an old man hobbling along the path. And then 
she saw a guy, sitting on a bench under a tree, writing in a notebook. "Oh, 
god." she said.  

He was small, smaller than her. He had thick glasses, and his hair was in a 
disarray that she found very erotic. "Oh, wow." she said, and she felt the 
wetness spreading between her legs. He had something about him; maybe it 
was his size, maybe the way he slowly scribbled in the notebook. Maybe the 
way he lightly nibbled on his bottom lip. All Jenny knew was that he was the 
most gorgeous thing she had ever laid eyes on. And she had to have him. Her 
body felt empty; she had to have him inside her or she wouldn't be able to 
survive. She was cold without him.  
It was a quick walk over to him, and the boy didn't notice her until she stood 
right over him, blocking his light. He squinted up at her through his glasses. 
"Yeah?" he asked.  

"Hi." she said, and she slid next to him, pushing her body delightfully close to 
his side. With every touch of him, she felt a rush go through her stomach and 
settle between her legs.  

"Can I help you?" he inquired. Jenny wanted to scream: fuck me! fuck me! 
She fought for control over her desires. "What are you doing?" she gasped.  

"Writing." he said. "Why?"  

"Oh, wow." she said, and all control left her. She thrust her body into his side, 
running her tongue into his ear, running her hand onto the growing lump at his 
crotch. She cursed herself for wearing the lycra top under her blouse; she 
wanted to feel her breasts touching his shirt. With one hand she peeled up her 
top, with the other she frantically tried to undo his pants.  

She pressed her lips to the boys, and plunged her tongue into his hot mouth. 
He resisted for a moment, but that quickly faded as her hand slipped into his 
pants and touched his hard penis. She moved over, so that she was sitting 
over his legs; her breasts were free, and she mashed them against his body.  

And then she felt it. The boy moaned, tensed, and his penis started pumping 
hot jism onto her hand. She froze. "Oh, god, what the hell am I doing!" She 
pushed back, and fell backwards off the boys lap into the dirt. Her eyes were 
wide with shock, and the boy stared at her with confusion shrouded in ecstacy. 
Jenny quickly scrambled to her feet and sprinted away as fast as she could go, 
her face hot and tears of shame dripping from her eyes.  

She ran until she was out of the sight of the boy, and then she paused to catch 
her breath. Tears ran down her face. How could I do that? she thought to 
herself. What came over me? She felt dirty, disgusting. Slutty.  

When she looked up and around, she noticed the guy with the frisbee had 
stopped tossing it to his dog and was staring at her. She wondered why for a 
moment, and then remembered she hadn't pulled down her blouse again, and 
her breasts were visible. She quickly pulled her blouse and the lycra down (too 
quickly, as she pinched her nipple between the two fabrics) and turned away 
from the frisbee guy, her cheeks burning again. She started a purposeful walk.  
Then she froze. "Oh, geez...that's one male I just saw. He said it would be the 
third. I gotta stop looking at people...I gotta get to my room." She was hardly 
aware she was talking to herself, and she clapped her hands over her eyes.  

"How can I get back if I can't see?" she thought. It would be nearly impossible 
to get back blind, and even worse, it would be embarassing. "Stare at the 
ground, Jenny. Look where you're stepping..that's all you can do. Don't look up 
no matter what." 

Jenny started to walk, staring down at the ground and striding ahead 
purposefully. She focused completely on the ground, and wished that she had 
remembered the curse Mark had laid upon her before she had looked at the 
guy with the frisbee. She could make one mistake. It was the second one that 
would start her off again. Jenny walked.  

She came to concrete, and carefully studied the cracks as she walked. She 
fought down her natural desire to stare at everyone she passed, studiously 
avoiding even looking at their feet. She concentrated so hard that her head 
hurt.  

"Hi, Jenny!" said a male voice, and Jenny quickly stopped herself before she 
looked up. Who was it? James? Rob? Whoever it was, she was fairly sure she 
didn't want to sleep with him. "Hi." she mumbled, and steadfastly marched 
past the owner of the voice. 

"Thank god I'm getting near the dorm." Jenny muttered to herself after awhile. 
It had seemed like it was taking forever, and Jenny had been in constant fear 
that she would forget herself and look up. She sighed in relief as the 
realization that she would probably make it sifted into her consciousness.  

And then she ran into someone. As they collided, Jenny let her eyes wander 
up to see the face of a fat middle-aged man. He had been reading a book, and 
hadn't been watching where he was going. "Oh! I'm sorry!" he exclaimed in a 
nasal voice. Jenny's eyes filled with distress, and she quickly dropped her 
gaze and rushed past the man.  

"Damn!" she swore, her only consolation being that she was almost to her 
dorm. Finally, she reached the door. Breathing heavily, Jennifer dug into her 
pocket and fished out her key. It was difficult to insert the key without looking, 
but she managed it. 

"God, they must think I'm weird." she thought, thinking how she must look to 
the people in the lobby as she walked through the door with her gaze fixed on 
the ground.  

Jenny was going up the steps to the third floor, when a realization hit her. The 
dorm was coed, and she was going to have to walk down the men's hall in 
order to get to her room. "Oh, god..." she moaned under her breath. She 
hesitated by the door, and then entered the hall.  

Take it fast, she thought. That's the key. She rushed down the hall.  

And found herself looking into Jacob's eyes. He was lying on the floor in the 
hall. "Hi, Jenny!" he said, looking up from his book and waving. "Sorry, am I in 
your way?"  

"Oh, wow." said Jenny. She had never realized before how sexy Jacob was. 
He was on the wrestling team, and his muscles seemed to bulge through his 
tank top. Jacob had briefly expressed an interest in her the first week, but he 
had accepted her disinterest, and they had become "just" friends. How could I 
have rejected him? Jenny screamed to herself. He's GORGEOUS!  

"You all right, Jen?" asked Jacob. Jenny realized she had been staring at him. 
She didn't care. 

"Ooh, Jacob...ooh..." she sat down on him, straddling him with her legs, his 
firm stomach muscles supporting her behind. She was heavily juicing up, she 
could feel it. She wanted Jacob inside her. 

Jake's expression was one of shock, and he dropped his book just before 
Jenny mashed her lips against his face. "Woah!" he blurted, as Jenny dotted 
his face with kisses. She slid backwards, and could feel his hard penis against 
her butt. She moved, back and forth, kneading it, pressing it against her wet 
cunt. "Jacob...Jacob, I want you inside me...now..."  

"Holy shit!" said Jacob, looking nervously up and down the hall. "Let's move 
into my room, ok? Let's not do this out in the hallway." Jenny heard him, but 
didn't care. What did it matter WHERE they did it? All that mattered was that 
he make love to her. She started fumbling with her clothes, raining kisses on 
his face and neck. Jacob picked her up in his arms, and carried her into his 
room.  

His roommate Kurt was there. Kurt looked up from his computer, surprised. 
"Out, man! I need some privacy!" Jacob said. Jennifer felt herself dropped on 
the bed, and she writhed in agonizing lust against the cool sheets. She slipped 
her fingers under her lycra top and in one motion ripped it over her head. Her 
breasts popped free and bounced lightly on her chest, jiggling like jello. 

Jacob stared at her dark nipples for a moment, then twisted his head to glare 
at Kurt, who also happened to be staring in amazement at Jennifer's breasts. 
"Out, damn you! Can't you see I need some privacy?" said Jake. Kurt rushed 
from the room, stealing a backwards glance at Jennifers nude upper torso.   

Jacob quickly closed the door, and came over to Jennifer. She threw her arms 
around her, tearing at his shorts. "Please, Jacob....I want your cock...oh, I want 
it so bad..." Jacob stripped off his shorts, and let his penis bounce free. It 
hadn't bounced twice when Jennifer took it in her hands, running her fingers 
over it, feeling the silk spider web feel of it against her palm.  

"ooh!" she moaned, and Jacob helped her take off her shorts. His eyes 
widened as he saw there was no need for foreplay...Jennifer was dripping wet, 
and the crotch of her lycra shorts was soaked. 

Jennifer got on her knees, and Jacob saw she was guiding her vagina towards 
his hardened penis. "This is too good to be true..." he whispered. 

Then he tried to ease slowly into Jenny, but she was having none of that. With 
a heave, she impaled herself onto Jake's cock, and he found himself thrusting 
deep within her. Jenny was almost hyperactive with sexual lust, and Jacob, 
who normally prided himself on his sexual endurance, found himself about to 
come very quickly. He tried to hold it back, but Jennifer pounded against him 
and finally it came spurting forth, shooting through him, a tremendous orgasm. 
His cock blasted sperm into her again and again.  Squishing sounds could be 
heard from between her legs as driving cock whipped the slimy mess into a 
creamy froth that bubbled out of her and soaked both of their crotches. He 
gasped, and rode her for all he was worth.  

And Jenny came back to herself. "Oh, wow!" she thought. She was back in her 
right mind, but she was also very close to her own orgasm. She couldn't stop. 
Just as Jacob was finishing up his orgasm, hers started, and she gasped with 
its intensity. Her body was wracked with pleasure, and when Jacob pulled out, 
her body continued to buckle with the strength of her pleasure. It faded slowly, 
and she savored every piece of it.
"Wow." she said as she laid back on the bed.

"Wow, Jen...I don't know what came over you just then...you were a wild 
woman! You wanted sex like a starving man wants food! What's up?"  

"Oh, Jake." she said, turning away. "I think I've been...hypnotized."  

"Hypnotized?" he stared at her.  

"Yeah. Hypnotized so that I go sex crazy over every third guy I see. I was trying 
so hard not to see anyone, and you were there..." she sighed. "You were the 
third guy. At least you were a friend. It could have been worse."  

Jake sat on the side of the bed, looking at her with concern. "Oh, man...I'm 
sorry, Jenn...I didn't know..."  

"I know." she said, and smiled at him. "Don't worry about it, Jake. You didn't 
take advantage of me; I wanted to have sex with you so bad, I wouldn't have 
taken no for an answer.

You really didn't have a choice. And I enjoyed it, all of it, even after I came out 
of the hypnosis." Her eyes became sad. "I'm just glad it was you. It could've 
been a stranger. God, it could've been a kid. What would I have done?"

"Hey, are you all right, Jenn? Hey, who hypnotized you, anyhow?" 

Jennifer thought of telling him about Mark, she really wanted to, but she 
couldn't. It wasn't his problem. "I'm fine. Look, Jake, I know this sounds weird, 
but could you put a blanket on my head and lead me back to my room?"  

"Okay, that sounds like a good idea." said Jacob. He still looked skeptical, 
however, and Jenny didn't thing she had fooled him. He knew she was hiding 
something. "Just remember, if you need someone..ya know, to talk to? I'm 
always here."  

"Thanks, Jake." said Jennifer, and offered him another smile, this one forced, 
and Jake seemed to know it. They put their clothes back on in silence, and 
afterwards, Jake put a blanket over Jenny's head and lead her back to her 
room. 


Jennifer's roommate wasn't home, and Jennifer thanked Jacob and said bye to 
him. She closed and locked the door, then collapsed on the bed and watched 
the wall as the sun faded away and the grayness of night took over.  

What am I going to do? she thought, but could find no answer.


CONTROLLING JENNIFER II

LESSONS IN OBEDIENCE


The phone rang, and Jennifer jumped. Darlene, her roommate, gave her an 
annoyed look and picked up the phone. "Hello? Yeah, this is Darlene. Huh? 
Oh, sure...I have it right here." Flashing Jennifer another annoyed look, she 
picked up her math assignment sheet and started to read an assignment from 
it. 

Jenny hugged her pillow close to her, listening to the phone conversation and 
trying to take refuge in its relative normalcy. It wasn't him. Thank god it wasn't 
him. She pressed her cheek into the soft fabric of the pillow, and held it tightly. 
Her eyes stared to the side, her mind fighting once again to deny what had 
happened to her before. It seemed like a dream now, but Jennifer knew it had 
not been a dream. She could not wake up from this nightmare. 

She heard the click as Darlene hung up, and heard her roommate stand. She 
didn't look, but she knew the expression that was on Darlene's face; it was 
Darlene's exasperation look, with her eyebrows jagged and her lips pursed 
together tightly. Jennifer had been seeing Darlene's exasperation look quite a 
bit lately.  

"You want to tell me what the hell is going on, Jennifer?" Darlene snapped. "I 
can see being startled by the phone, once, maybe twice, but EVERY 
FUCKING TIME? What's gotten into you? You're so jumpy lately... and you 
won't tell me why! What's wrong, Jennifer?" 

Jennifer was silent for a moment. Once again, she was tempted to just blurt 
out the whole story, about Mark, about his powers, what he had done to her. 
And once again, she stopped herself. For one, she didn't want to draw anyone 
into this beside herself. And for another...who would believe her? Jenny barely 
believed it herself. 
"Nothing's wrong." she mumbled. 

"What?!? The hell, nothing's wrong! You've completely weirded out on me, 
Jen! You stay in the room all day, moping around, staring into space. You 
won't answer the phone anymore, and it seems to scare you to death 
whenever it rings...you won't talk to anyone, you don't go out anymore...you 
can't tell me nothings wrong. Give me some credit, Jennifer!" 

Jennifer spoke, squeezing the pillow even tighter. "You couldn't help anyway." 

Darlene's voice softened, and she spoke with concern now. "Won't you let me 
try, Jenny? I'm worried about you! I know somethings wrong...but you won't tell 
me. C'mon...talk to me. Maybe I'll surprise you." Darlene's voice hesitated, 
waiting, but Jennifer stayed silent. Finally, she heard Darlene sigh and move 
back to her desk. The scraping of Darlene's pencil resumed. 

Jennifer dropped her pillow and slipped on her slippers to walk to the 
bathroom. She seemed to do this a lot now, telling herself that she was leaving 
to give Darlene a break from her constant moping. But it was more to give 
herself a place to think. She would close herself in one of the stalls, and sit on 
the seat, hugging her legs to herself and thinking of what had happened to her. 

She stared at the gray of the stall door. She had been mind-raped. This term 
had come to her that first day, and it had stuck in her head. Mind-rape. It 
wasn't like real rape, for it offered no chance of resistance. It made her 
degrade herself willingly, only letting her loose to regret her actions after the 
fact. 

It seemed worse than actual rape, because in actual rape you were obviously 
the victim. In what Mark had done to her, her role was blurred, even to herself. 
She kept telling herself over and over that she could have prevented his 
control. She could have fought it harder than she had, and maybe opposed it. 
It was as much her fault for not resisting enough, and this was the worst part of 
it. 

After That Day, she had been scared to even go to class, for fear she might 
see him again. She hadn't been able to talk to Jacob since, or even his 
roommate Kurt, fearing what she had become in their mind's eye. A wanton 
slut. That's probably what they saw her as. 

Most of all, she feared when it would end. 
Would she ever have her own life? Or would Mark make her his slave forever? 
Would she ever be free? This is what scared her most of all. That her role was 
set...as Mark's slave, for all eternity. 

Jenny's butt hurt, and she realized she had been sitting in the stall for quite 
awhile. She stood, letting the blood circulate back into her rear end, and 
flushed the toilet, to make it seem like she had actually been using the 
bathroom. 

Amy, the girl from down the hall, was  brushing her teeth. "Hi, Jenny!" she 
grinned at the mirror, her teeth covered with suds. Jenny forced a weak smile 
in response, and padded back to her room.

As she walked in, Darlene was on the phone. "It's for you, Jennifer." Darlene 
said, offering the phone. 

Jennifer stared at the phone. It seemed suddenly malevolent, and she pulled 
back from it. "Tell him I'm not home." she whispered. 

"I already said you were home." insisted Darlene. "Come on, Jennifer. Stop 
acting like an idiot and take the phone."  

Jennifer reluctantly touched the phone, then hesitated, watching Darlene's 
face contort in exasperation. Slowly, summoning her nerve, Jennifer let her 
hand wind around the handle, and lifted it to her ear. 

"Hello?" she whispered weakly. 

"Hello, Jennifer." Mark's voice said back. His voice was bright and cheery, and 
Jennifer almost dropped the phone in shock. But she could not. Her hand was 
frozen onto it. 

"You..." was all she could say. 

"Yes. Mark, remember? I hope you enjoyed your last lesson in obedience, 
Jennifer. And I hope you've learned from it. I don't want to have to teach you 
again." 

"What do you want?" Jennifer rasped, her voice catching. Darlene looked up in 
concern. 

"First of all, I want you to calm down. We wouldn't want your roommate to find 
out about our special arrangement, now would it? After all, the deal was only 
for you, remember, Jenny? We never said anything about your roommate, and 
I would rather not have to take control of her, too. Neither of us wants me to 
have to do that, am I right?" 

Jennifer forced her voice to be more firm. "Yes. You're right." With great effort 
and more self-control than she knew she possessed, Jennifer flashed Darlene 
a smile. "Chill, Darlene...everything's fine, it's a friend of mine from class." 
Darlene smiled back, relaxed, and continued working on her math. 

Mark laughed. "Very good, Jenny! I think we'll have a good time, you and I. I 
suppose you're wondering why I called. Well, I wanted to request your 
presence at dinner tomorrow. I'm going out to La Rochelles....its a snooty 
french restaurant...and I want you to accompany me. Shall we say, 
oh...sevenish?" 

He actually paused, and Jennifer was swept away in the whole surrealness of 
the situation. He sounded like he was actually asking her on a date! Over the 
week since she had first seen Mark, his image had grown in her mind, until it 
seemed like he was the devil himself. The way he asked her out, as if she 
actually had a choice, took her completely aback. It was so at odds with her 
image of him. 

"Jennifer?" he asked. 

"You ask me like I actually have a choice." she murmured, quietly enough that 
Darlene couldn't hear her.  

Mark's response was cheery. "Well, you do have a choice. You can come of 
your own free will, or I can make you come. Not much of a choice, I admit..." 
he let his voice drift away. 

"Well, then, I guess seven it is." she said, her voice dripping sarcasm. She 
was surprised at how easy it was to talk with Mark. At how easy it was to let 
her anger at him overshadow her fear of him. He was a human, just like 
her...just with the power to control. It didn't make him perfect; it didn't make 
him any better than her. 

Jenny's intimidation started to fade. 

"I'll pick you up in front of your dorm at seven then, ok? And naturally you will 
dress to please me. You are a beautiful young lady, Miss Cailly. Impress me." 
And before she could answer, the phone clicked, and she was left hearing the 
steady hum of the dial tone. 

"Goodbye." she said, to keep up appearances, and passed the phone to 
Darlene. Darlene looked at her with open curiousity, which Jenny studiously 
pretended not to notice. Finally, Darlene had to speak. "Well? Who was that?" 

"A guy in one of my classes." Jenny said vaguely. 

Darlene's face split into a grin. "Really? Is he after you?" 

Jennifer suppressed her urge to shudder. Nevertheless, a shiver went down 
her spine. "You could say so." she said. 

"Wow! Are you after him?" 

A long empty pause as Jenny tried to decide how to answer, trying to figure out 
how to put Darlene off without making her even more curious. Finally, the 
silence, seemed to answer Darlene. She held up her hand. "Oh, sorry, I know, 
I'm being nosy. Just don't get a boyfriend without telling me, ok, Jen?" Jen 
nodded, and Darlene contentedly  returned to her math. 

For the rest of the evening, Jenny found she couldn't concentrate. She kept 
wondering to herself what would happen the next day. What would she be 
forced to do? Her mind jumped from one erotic image to the next, each one 
more degrading than the next.

Maybe he would make her strip down right there, in front of the restaurant. It 
was a possibility. Maybe he would make her have sex with all the men in the 
restaurant, one at a time, until she lay naked, sprawled on the floor as they 
stood around her, a toy for their amusement. 

The worst part of it was that she realized some of it fascinated her. She would 
catch herself playing with an image in her head, over and over, replaying it and 
replaying it, until her vagina started to get wet. Usually then she caught herself, 
while her mind screamed at her to stop, to stop thinking about such things, lest 
it weaken her resolve against his control. 

Finally, worried and confused, she fell asleep. 
The next day was even worse. She tried to plunge herself into her studies, but 
she couldn't concentrate on anything. Her attention span was gone and she 
didn't get much of anything out of her classes. By then, her mind had moved 
on from imagining what he would do to her to trying to figure out a way out of 
his control. 

She spent almost two and a half hours trying to decide what to wear. If she 
disappointed him too much, he would get mad and make her do worse things. 
On the other hand, if she looked too good, he might get too turned on and 
again make her do worse things. All the while, she was mad that she was 
doting so much on him; it was far more than he deserved. 

Her final compromise was to wear a modest pretty green dress with a lot of 
underwear. She emptied out her underwear drawer, putting on anything that 
could go on without looking too strange. If he was going to make her disrobe, 
she wasn't going to make it easy on him. 

Seven o'clock started to approach, and she felt sick. Jennifer's reflection in the 
mirror was beautiful, and Darlene said over and over again how gorgeous she 
was. Jennifer had combed her hair back and tied it with a green ribbon to 
match her face. On the whole, she thought she looked too good; far better 
than he deserved. It made her sick, that she was dressing up only to satisfy his 
taste for the perverse, and not just morally sick but physically sick. 
Unfortunately, the paleness of her skin contrasted well with the rich green of 
the dress and only made her look more attractive. 

Finally, it came to be seven, and Jennifer composed herself and walked down 
to the lobby. Her fingernails were bitten down; it was a habit she had when she 
was nervous, and she was very nervous. Until she came downstairs and saw 
him waiting for her. 

It had been a week, and Jennifer had almost forgotten what he looked like. 
Almost. As soon as she entered the lobby she saw his dark italian features 
and his smug grin. He was waiting near the payphones, dressed in a dark suit 
and tie. Jennifer would have thought he was handsome under normal 
circumstances, but this time she could only see him as a repulsive monster. 

"Hi, Jennifer." She froze. He walked over and took her hand. She felt faint; he 
radiated smug confidence, along with the subtle scent of some cologne, and 
when he took her hand, she did not resist. 

He pressed a kiss to the back of her hand, his eyes looking deep into hers, a 
smirk hovering on his lips. "You look gorgeous, my lovely slave Jennifer. I am 
very pleased. I was afraid I would have to teach you another lesson." 

She still couldn't speak. She hadn't really been prepared to see him again, and 
she was too shaken to do anything. He took her hand and led her outside to 
where a limo waited. The limo driver opened the door for her, and she dropped 
onto the seat. Mark slid in next to her, and the driver closed the door. 

"You see?" smiled Mark. "Only the best for us." The chauffer settled in the 
front seat and started the engine. 

"To La Rochelles, Mr. Wells." Mark commanded, and the driver pulled away 
from the curb. 

Jennifer finally found her voice. "Is he...he's controlled, too?"

"Yes, he's under my power at the moment." said Mark. "I thought we could 
drive there in style." She felt him plant a soft kiss on her cheek. She breathed 
in slightly, but otherwise didn't react, kept her eyes staring forward. "Only the 
best for you, my slave." He leaned forward and started making a drink from the 
bar. 

Jennifer watched him mix the different liquors together into what looked like a 
martini. The seat was very soft and luxurious, but she was too tense to enjoy it. 
Mark took a sip, and seemed to notice this. "Hey, relax, Jennifer. You're too 
tense. I don't like to see you tense." 

His words seemed to come from a distance. "Is that an order?" she murmured. 

"No, just a suggestion. You'll have a better time if you just relax. Want 
something to drink?" he indicated the bar. 

"I don't drink." 

Mark smiled. "Good!" he emptied his glass, and set it on the bar. "So, how was 
your day?" 

Jenny looked at him to see if he was serious. Once again, the whole situation 
was becoming surreally normal. Too much like a real date. She was almost 
too stunned to answer. 
Outside, the streetlights were slipping one by one past the car. Distantly, she 
heard the chauffer put on the signal, and the limo made a left turn. 

She gradually focused on Mark's face. It was in shadows, but she could make 
out his grin. "How can you ask that?" she finally answered. "All day, all I could 
think of was this." Her voice was frighteningly neutral to her ears. She sounded 
dead. 

He slipped his hand back behind her head and pulled her forward. She was 
too numb to resist, and he brushed his lips against hers. "Good. As well it 
should be, slave." She could smell the alcohol on his breath. 

The car stopped, and Jennifer realized that they had already reached the 
restaurant. The chauffer had pulled in front, and got out of the car to open their 
doors. Mark was on the right side, so he got out first. He took Jenny's hand to 
lead her out, and she once again felt too lost to resist. 

They entered the restaurant, leaving the chauffer to take care of himself for 
awhile. The head waiter immediately came forward, a small well-dressed 
gentleman. "Mr. Antonio!" he said in an obsequious french accent. "How good 
it is to see you again! I have saved you your usual table." The waiter led the 
way to a small elegant table on the side of the restaurant. 

Mark pulled Jennifer along, and she wondered to herself whether he was trying 
to impress her with all this fanciness and glitz. It was like dating a movie star, 
she supposed, only she knew that like her, all these others were just under 
Mark's control. It was his power that made this all possible. 

Still, she had to admit she was a little swept away with it all. It was certainly the 
most impressive first date she had been on. And thus far, he had been 
relatively nice and polite, despite his habit of calling her 'slave.' He certainly did 
not seem like the monster she had thought him. 

Of course, Jenny admitted to herself, she had not resisted yet. Still, her 
apprehension at being with Mark faded, and she started to relax. 

She realized that the head waiter had pulled out her chair, and she sat down 
across from Mark. The head waiter walked off, and Jennifer heard him telling 
someone to 'take good care of Mr. Antonio.'  


The restaurant was very elegant, one of those romantic places with low lights 
and candles in the middle of the table. A place for lovers. Mark looked at her 
over the table, his eyes glinting. "So, Miss Cailly, what do you think so far?" 

"You seem to have gone to a lot of trouble to impress me." she said hesitantly, 
not sure what his reaction would be. 

He only nodded slightly to her, his eyes dancing in the candlelight. "And are 
you impressed?" 

"Well, yes." she admitted reluctantly, meeting his eyes. "That is, I'm impressed 
with your power." 

"Good." he said. "You should be." He waved his hand at the restaurant. "You 
see, Jennifer, to be my slave is not such a bad thing. I ask very little from you, 
and look how much you can receive! Is this life so bad?" 

As soon as he mentioned what he asked of her, her mind flashed back to 
when she had been in the park. The man on the bench, his eyes flashing 
confusion, shock, and above all, ecstacy. Her fingers slick with sperm, his 
sperm. Her breasts bared for everyone's appraisal. This was very little? He 
stole her freedom, he made her an object for some boy's pleasure. 

"How can you say that?" she burst, louder than she had intended. "How can 
you possibly expect me to exchange my freedom for this? Can you honestly 
believe I accept what you ask of me?" 

Mark's dark eyebrows narrowed. "I would ask you to keep your voice down, 
Jenny. I don't want a slave of mine to disrupt the dinners of others. It reflects 
poorly on me." 

"What?" asked Jennifer. "How..." 

"In fact...." interrupted Mark, and his voice was now very stern. "I think that if 
you raise your voice again, you will remove an article of clothing. Starting 
now." 

"What?" asked Jennifer, and then she remembered his power. He had just 
used it on her. She quickly became quiet. 


"That's better." said Mark. "I'm sorry, Jennifer, but you must remember who 
you are yelling at. I am your master. Whether you like it or not. Please 
apologize." 

"I'm sorry." Jennifer said quietly. She inwardly cursed herself for making him 
mad. 

"That's better." He reached under the table and pulled out a bag. "Now, 
Jennifer, I said before that you were very beautiful, and you are, and I am 
happy with how you dressed to please me. However, I am displeased with 
what you wore. You are over-dressed for this situation. Fortunately, I brought 
you an outfit to wear." He indicated the bag. 

Oh, god, thought Jennifer to herself. He's going to make me change, out here, 
in public. She realized this with cold certainty.

Almost as if he read her mind, Mark said "Oh, don't worry. You can go to the 
bathroom to change." Jennifer was so relieved she actually smiled. She took 
the bag from him and got up to head to the bathroom. 

"Oh." his voice followed her. "Of course, I meant the MEN's bathroom." 

She turned, shocked. He was casually examining the tablecloth. 

"And naturally you won't displease me by changing in the stall." He lifted his 
eyes, and they flashed malevolently at her. 

Jennifer opened her mouth to argue, but knew by the look in his eyes that it 
would do no good. Finally, she turned, and walked to the bathroom. 

At first she hovered by the door to the woman's bathroom, acting like she was 
preparing to go in, but actually looking at the door to the men's bathroom. She 
held the bag he had given her tightly in her arms, and her stomach rose and 
fell like a roller coaster. What if a guy was already in there? 

How long should she wait, before she went in? How long did guys take to pee, 
anyhow? Then she realized that the longer she waited, the greater the chance 
that some other man would enter while she was changing. Finally, she gritted 
her teeth and pushed through the door. 


The bathroom was empty, and she exhaled. At least she didn't have to worry 
about that. She checked the door on the off-chance that it had a lock. No such 
luck. 

She hesitated only a second, realizing that the longer she took, the greater the 
chance of being interrupted. Cautiously, she pushed open the door and took a 
peek outside, to see if anyone was making a beeline to the bathroom. No one. 
She was safe for awhile. 

She stood in front of the mirror, and quickly pulled down the zipper to her 
dress. As she stepped out of it, she remembered how much underwear she 
wore underneath it. Another quick peek out the door; no one. 

"Come on, Jenny, get on with it before you get caught." she muttered. She 
kept her shoes on; they wouldn't get in the way too much. She reached into the 
bag and looked at what she had been provided with. Her heart sank. The 
black leather skirt was very short, the panties very slim, and she couldn't find a 
bra. The silk blouse was fairly sheer; her nipples would be very visible through 
them. "What a sleaze." she said, but at least it was better than nothing. 

She started to pull of her various undergarments, pulling the slips over her 
head. She slipped off the panties (she had worn four pairs), pantyhose and the 
silk underskirts all at the same time, and felt really vulnerable, seeing her black 
pubic triangle reflected in the mirror. Was that someone at the door? Seconds 
passed, no one entered. Just her imagination. 

Jenny cursed herself for letting time slip by and pulled on the tiny panties he 
had provided her with. They barely covered her rear end, and in the front she 
had pubic hair protruding from the top of the waistband. Still it had to do. 

She pulled on the skirt frantically, almost losing her balance, and experienced 
some temporary relief at being more decent. The skirt was fairly tight, and 
clung to her rear end. But at least it covered her.  

Next she pulled off the various silk tops, and finally unsnapped her bra. She 
tore at it, trying to get it off, almost getting tangled in it, but finally, it fell to the 
floor. Her breasts were free, and she once again felt exposed. 

And then she heard the door opening. 


The man who entered looked at least as shocked as she was. His eyes stared 
at her chest, and she realized what kind of show she was giving him. She 
quickly reached down to snag the blouse, only to fumble it away in her 
scrambling. 

The man was quicked to recover. "I think one of us is in the wrong bathroom." 
he said, in a cultured english accent. He leaned on the counter, and made no 
move to avert his eyes from Jenny's naked breasts. 

"Yes, I'm sorry." mumbled Jenny. "Let me finish changing, and I'll leave." She 
was acutely aware at how her breasts jounced around as she bent down to 
pick up the blouse, and acutely aware of how his brown eyes were locked onto 
her brown nipples. 

"Oh, take your time. It's not often that I see such a beautiful naked woman as 
yourself." 

Was that meant as a compliment? Jennifer would have taken it more so if the 
man's lecherous eyes weren't so frozen on her nipples. At least he could see 
what her face looked like. 

"You have such lovely breasts. May I....touch them?" Jenny's eyes widened in 
shock, and she focused on the man again. He was running his hand over the 
bathroom counter, slowly, fondling it. His breathing was a little too quick, and 
his eyes a little too intense. 

"No!" she shouted, and then, for some reason, she was compelled to remove 
her shoe. The man had started to drift closer to her, and now he rubbed his 
hands together in front of him. 

She frantically pulled the blouse over her head, and over her torso. Looking 
down, she realized it did little good. The fabric was sheer enough that her 
breasts were still very visible, and she didn't have time to do up the buttons. 
Still, it was apparently as decent as she was going to get. 

"They look so soft...so lovely..."  

"Go away!" Jennifer pushed aside his advancing hands, and stuffed everything 
she could in the bag, including her two shoes. She grabbed the bag and 
pushed through the man toward the door. 

As she passed him, she felt one of his hands brush over her left breast. His 
palm stroked across her nipple in what felt like a burst of electricity that 
coarsed through her body. Then she was out the door and making her way 
toward Mark, buttoning the blouse as she went. 

Mark apparently had ordered for her. A plate of steaming Escargot waited for 
her as she sat down, and Mark was a third of the way finished with some 
chicken dish. He looked up as she approached, and let his eyes wander over 
her body. 

"Very nice!" he smiled. 

She dropped into her seat. "Damn you!" she growled, careful to keep her voice 
down... after all, she couldn't afford to lose anymore clothes. "I almost got 
raped in there, you know!" 

He shook his head. "You wouldn't have gotten raped." He stuck a forkful of 
chicken into his mouth. 

"He was there, damn it! He wanted to touch my breasts! He would have raped 
me if I hadn't gotten away!" She said this before she realized it, louder than 
she intended, and immediately her fingers were working at the buttons of the 
blouse, even as she struggled to control them, and soon the blouse was 
unbuttoned. Her hands pulled apart the two sides, and she felt the air against 
her breasts. Her hands dropped. 

"Can you blame him?" asked Mark, admiring her. "You have such lovely 
breasts, my slave." And he sipped a glass of wine as Jennifer lay open to his, 
and the restaurants, view. She could feel her face hot with shame.  

Finally, Mark spoke. "Button your blouse, Jenny." She felt her hands released 
from whatever power held them, and she quickly covered herself again. 
Frantically, she looked around, and was relieved to see no one appeared to 
have noticed her when she was exposed. She turned back to Mark, to see him 
staring deep into her eyes. She was caught, held, by those eyes. 

"There are two lessons you need to learn as my slave, Jennifer. The first is 
obedience. You are learning this; you performed my bathroom instructions 
very well, and without complaint. I am pleased. 


The second thing is that you need to learn to have faith in me. I am your 
master, Jennifer, and that means that not only do you serve me, but I am 
responsible for you. That means I don't let you get hurt. I don't let men rape 
you. I don't let you catch diseases or get pregnant. I control, Jenny, situations 
as well as people." He dropped his eyes, and she felt as if he had released her 
from some spell. "That man would never have raped you, not with me around." 
muttered Mark. He said no more, only worked on eating his chicken. 

Jennifer watched him eat, and then starting poking at her escargot. It tasted 
really good, in a rich butter sauce, and she started to eat. After awhile, she 
even stopped caring that her breasts were visible through the sheer blouse. 

When the waiter came, he seemed to pay very close attention to Jennifer's 
chest, and was very nervous around her. Nothing Jenny could do about it, so 
she let him have his view. Mark informed the waiter that they were done. 

"Very good, sir. And naturally, that will be on the house." 

"Naturally." said Mark. "You have given us very good service. I would like to 
give you an especially good tip." 

The waiter bowed his head modestly. 

Mark continued. "You seem to admire the breasts of my slave there, do you 
not?" Jennifer's eyes widened. The waiter looked at her chest and nodded. 
"Well," said Mark. "Would you like to feel them? That will be your tip." 

The waiter looked a bit taken aback with this offer, but he looked at Jennifer's 
breasts and smiled. "Oh, yes, sir. Thank you."

Mark looked at Jennifer. "Jenny, would you...?" Jenny opened her mouth to 
protest, then thought better of it, looking at the waiter. Why not let him have his 
fun? If he's gentle, then I might even enjoy it. She drew in her breath, reached 
down, unbuttoned her blouse, and opened it. 

The man pressed his hands onto her chest, his palms aligned with her nipples. 
His hands were cold, and Jennifer gasped a little to feel their touch. Then he 
started to stroke her, moving his hands in circles over the tips of her nipples, 
and the electricity she had felt before was repeated a hundred fold. 


If I enjoy this, I may never be able to resist Mark's control again, Jennifer 
thought, but she couldn't help herself. The waiter stroked her, working her 
breasts like a sculptor, and she arched her back, pressing them against his 
hands. She closed her eyes, letting herself drift into the sensation of the hands 
teasing and playing with her. Finally, she felt them reluctantly from her, and 
she opened her eyes, coming back to the real world. She realized her panties 
were very wet. 

"You must be a sculptor." she told the waiter, touching his hand. "Thank you." 

He bowed his head. "It is easy to sculpt what is already beautiful, madam." 
And he walked off. 

Mark was looking at her, intrigued. "You enjoyed that." he said. Jennifer 
blushed and looked down, quickly rebuttoning her blouse. When she peeked 
up again, Mark was grinning. "Good. Good." he said. Then he took her by the 
hand and led her outside to where the limo awaited. 

They drove back in silence, and Mark released her back to her dorm, once 
again brushing her lips with his and sending her on her way. Jennifer had 
already walked through most of the dorm before she realized she was still 
wearing the sheer blouse. She hadn't noticed if anyone else had been staring 
at her; she thought probably they had been. It was late, but not very late, and 
Darlene was probably still up, so Jennifer went instead to the bathroom, where 
she closed the door, sat on the seat, and tried to come to grips with her 
confusing emotions and desires.


CONTROLLING JENNIFER III

POWER PLAY


The library was a frightening place. It didn't seem like it had been built all at 
once, with one plan and one idea; instead it seemed like every extra room 
attached onto the main floor had been tacked on as an afterthought, and the 
result was a jumble of rooms with no rhyme or reason to their layout. 

When Jennifer had gone through orientation upon arriving at Jefferson college, 
they had been given a small tour of the library, a tour of the more important 
rooms. 
The librarian had laughed and remarked that she had worked at the library for 
five years, and thought she knew everything about it, until a couple days earlier 
when she had discovered another stairwell she hadn't known about. 

"You see?" said the librarian. "You're always discovering things in the library!" 
Jennifer, who at the time already found the library intimidating, hadn't found 
that comment particularly reassuring.  

Even worse, the confusion of the library's layout bred small isolated pockets of 
gloomy emptiness, and these gave Jennifer the creeps. She hated wandering 
through the older shelves, looking for obscure books. The shelves were 
always looming monoliths, and the atmosphere reminded her of a hedge 
maze. As a result, she hardly ever went down into the stacks unless she had 
to, and she rarely even came to the library at all.  

Unfortunately, this time she had to be there. It was tuesday, and the physics 
midterm was thursday and Jennifer had never felt more unprepared for a test 
in her entire life. She was usually a very good student, but now she had a hard 
time concentrating on anything. 

Studying in her room, with Darlene humming Janet Jackson tunes and the 
phone looming next to her had proved impossible. Finally, she had packed her 
bags, cursed the requirement that made her take such a boring class as 
physics, and gone to the library. 

Once there, she settled in a somewhat isolated row of desks on the third floor. 
It offered her quiet, plus the security of knowing that the periodicals section 
was very close and while she had quiet she was never quite alone.  

Jennifer opened her books to study, but her eyes drifted over to the graffiti on 
the desk. "What do you do with your hormones?" one scrawled remark read. 
The answer, written below it, read: "If your whore moans, put your dick in her 
mouth!" Next to this witty statement was a pencil depiction of a set of 
obscenely enlarged male gentalia, and below that "I want to fuck Lori W." 

Jenny's eyes lingered on this last statement. Who was Lori? Did she know that 
some library vandal wanted to sleep with her? Or was she oblivious? Watched 
from afar, perhaps, him waiting for the right moment to spring on her. Jennifer 
shook her head and pushed a paper over the offending graffiti. Back to 
physics. No more distractions.  

Soon, however, her mind was wandering again. To Jacob, and what had 
happened between them on saturday night. She had finally given in to his 
appeals to talk. He had been pressuring her since that first day, the first day 
she had met Mark, to talk about what had occured between them. 

Finally, she made herself face him, and they had talked. He had tried to get 
her to tell him what was going on, but she wouldn't. He had tried to get her to 
become more serious with him, to become his "girlfriend", but she refused to 
do this too. She didn't need the complications of having a boyfriend along with 
everything else. 

Finally, he had seduced her. Well, not really seduced; she had been a fairly 
willing participant. Why had she given in to his pressuring? Well, it had 
seemed like a good idea at the time, but after the fact she couldn't think of why 
she had given in. 

It had been a mistake, she reflected in hindsight; it had given him the exact 
message she was trying not to give him, the message that there might be 
something between them. The night had ended up disappointing for both; 
Jacob had apparently been expecting another wild sexual encounter like their 
previous time. But Jennifer wasn't really like that; it had been Mark's power 
that had made her act that way before. 

She liked to go slow and take her time with the whole thing. The end result 
was that Jacob became impatient, and Jennifer became impatient with his 
impatience, and the whole thing hadn't been satisfying for either of them. And 
now Jacob was doting on her, as if she was a possession of his. Just what she 
didn't need.  

"After all..." she whispered. "I belong to Mark!" and she smiled grimly at the 
irony of the whole thing. She didn't want to be a possession, but unfortunately 
she was forced into it. "Why even bother studying physics?" she muttered. "I'm 
just a toy for Mark anyhow." Mark, thankfully, hadn't called her since their 'date' 
at La Rochelles, almost a week before. 

Jennifer was still troubled with what had happened at that restaurant, 
particularly with what she had done at the end of the night. Mark had offered 
her breasts to the waiter as a 'tip', and Jennifer had submitted herself to letting 
the waiter fondle her in the middle of the restaurant. True, she hadn't really 
had a choice, and Mark could have forced her to do it anyhow with his power. 
But that hadn't really been her reason for submitting to it. 
The idea had appealed to her, and she had enjoyed the waiters hands. This 
was what bothered her. Everytime she didn't resist, she fell deeper and deeper 
into his control. And this scared her.  

Jennifer realized she was becoming distracted from her physics again. 
"Argh!!!" she muttered to herself. "Jenny, study, darn it! Remember, you have 
a test!" She forced her eyes to start reading the page in front of her.  

"Well, well, well!" A voice said above her. "Jennifer Cailly! Fancy meeting you 
here."  

Jennifer recognized the voice with horror, and looking up confirmed her 
suspicions. Leaning on the top of the little wall that separated her desk from 
the others was Mark. He was smiling down at her.  

Instead of inspiring horror, however, the sight of his face only served to 
exasperate her. "Mark!" she said. "Argh!!! Not right now! I don't need this right 
now!" Mark's eyes widened, and he pulled back slightly. Jenny realized what 
she was saying and caught herself. 

"Look, Mark..." her voice rushed forward. "Look, I'm sorry, but whatever you 
want, I can't...I just can't! I have to study for a major physics test. Please leave 
me alone? Please? Can't you control me later? Just leave me alone now." She 
fixed her eyes on his, trying to convey her desperation in her gaze.  

Mark gaped at her for a moment, then his eyes narrowed. "Who said I wanted 
to control you?" his voice was a cold monotone, and Jennifer's spirits sank. 
"Maybe I was just checking to see how my slave was. Next time I come over 
and greet you, you will say 'Hello, master. What can I do for you?' Say it now."

Jennifer's spirits plummeted. There was no winning. Her appeal to him had 
only succeeded in making him angry, and now he was going to make her pay 
for it. Oddly enough, her greatest regret was that she would not be able to get 
any studying done after all. "Hello, master. What can I do for you?'" she 
recited. She pushed aside her books. Looked like studying would have to wait.

"That's better." said Mark, smiling thinly. "I think you need to be taught a 
lesson, my slave. You need to be taught to be more respectful to your master. 
Listen: YOU do not decide when I can exercise my control over you. I will do 
so whenever I desire. If this is clear, say 'I will do whatever my master wills 
WHENever my master wills.' Say it!"  
"I will do whatever my master wills whenever my master wills." she repeated. 
It's not as if I have any choice in the matter, she thought to herself.  

"Very good. I'm sure you will learn in time." Mark smiled again, and then he 
paused, his smile slowly fading as the pause stretched out. He's trying to 
figure out what to do, Jennifer realized. He doesn't have anything planned. She 
looked down and noticed with interest that he was carrying an economics 
book. Was he an econ major? Or a business major? 

Jennifer's mind was immediately completely taken with this revelation. He was 
a student here, too! It made sense, but it really didn't fit with her image of him. 
After all, she was a student. If he was a student, too, that put him on equal 
terms with her. A very strange concept, to think of Mark the controller maybe 
being in the same class as her.  

And it also meant he was probably here to study, too. Maybe he really DIDN'T 
come to control me, Jennifer mused. Could it be just coincidence that he 
happened to see me here studying? It certainly seemed that way. Next time, 
Jenny told herself bitterly, keep your mouth shut. She looked back up at Mark.  

Mark was moving around her, until he sat at the desk beside her. His eyes 
were on her skirt, and they had lighted up. Uh, oh, thought Jennifer. He's got 
something.  

"I wish to inspect you, slave Jennifer. To make sure you meet with my 
approval. Please lift up your skirt so that I can see under it."  

Jennifer took a quick look around to see if anyone else was watching. No one 
else was even around. She turned back to Mark, and lifted up her skirt so that 
he could see under. She had worn plain white panties, so she wasn't really 
showing him anything. Nevertheless, the act disgusted her. "I need to make 
my stand." she thought to herself. "This time...I need to fight his power with all 
my concentration, see if I can face it down. If I can, I'm free."  

Mark looked at her panties, and then back up to her. His eyes were 
disapproving, and he shook his head. "I'm afraid I am displeased, my slave. 
Your panties are blocking my view of your lovely pussy. Please walk over to 
that rubbish can, remove them, and throw them away. You do not need them."  

Jenny's heart pounded. Was this the time to resist? She looked around and 
couldn't see anyone. Maybe not now, she thought. 
It would be better to resist if it was something REALLY bad that he wanted her 
to do. If she was really against the act, she would be able to fight against his 
power all the better. "And I really only get one chance..." she thought. "If I fail, 
then I may never have the will to resist again."   

For now, she would comply. Jennifer stood up and walked over to the garbage 
can. She looked around once more to make sure no one was watching. 
Fortunately, she stood in the midst of a line of bookshelves, and she was 
relatively hidden. She slipped her fingers under her skirt and hooked them 
onto the waistband of her panties. 

Fully aware that Mark was probably watching her intently from behind, she 
quickly slipped her panties over her thighs and down her legs, being careful 
not to lift her skirt anymore than she had to. She stepped out of the underwear 
and dropped it into the garbage.  

It felt very strange to wear a skirt without underwear, something Jenny had 
never done before, and it was a strange sensation to feel the air against her 
bare flesh under the skirt. It felt weird when she walked back to her desk. An 
odd feeling of freedom. She looked at Mark and he nodded in approval.  

"Here." he said. "Sit down." She did. Be ready, she told herself. "Now lift her 
skirt again." Mark commanded. "I wish to inspect you again."  

Jennifer mentally dug in, ready to resist whatever compulsions he gave her. "I 
will not." she said slowly, emphasizing each word.  

"What?" Mark stared at her, seemingly taken aback.  

"I said I won't! I'm not going to bare myself to you right smack in the middle of 
the library. No. I won't." She stared at him defiantly.  

He seemed more shocked than angry at her resistance. For a second he could 
only stare at her. "What are you doing, Jenny?" he asked, and he asked it like 
an actual question, like he seriously couldn't believe what she was doing. 
"Why are you acting like this?"  

"What do you mean, what am I doing? I'm saying no!" She glared at him.  

He was dumbfounded. "But why? I mean, I can just use my power, you know 
that..."  
Jennifer was getting irritated. She wished he'd use his power already. She was 
ready to resist it. "So then use your power! Either use your power to make me 
do what you want, or go away and let me study my damn physics!" She was 
getting angry now. That was good. Anger would help her resist.  

"Ok." said Mark, his eyes down, and the reluctance in his voice surprised her. 
"I'll use my power." He raised his eyes. "I'm going to go down to the lounge 
and get a soda. While I'm gone, here's what will happen. I'm going to leave my 
watch here. For the first thirty seconds of every minute, your body will build up 
to orgasm. 

But it will never reach orgasm, and at the end of the thirty seconds, you will 
come down again. Until the beginning of the next minute, when you will start to 
build up again. This will keep happening, until you prop your feet on this chair, 
spread your legs, and lift your skirt so your pussy is visible. Once I have seen 
that you have done this, I will return, and you will stop building up to orgasm." 
Mark took off his watch, and stood up. Jennifer watched as he left.  

"Okay, Jennifer." Jenny spoke out loud to herself. "This is it. Time to break his 
power. You just have to be confident. Have to be ready. Have to be.. ur!" She 
looked at the watch, and it had started the minute. And indeed, pleasure was 
building up within her. "No, it isn't, damn it!" she gritted her teeth. It's all an 
illusion. "I don't feel anything at all." 

She pulled out her physics book and made herself concentrate on the page. 
"The word equilibrium implies that the body is either at rest..." she recited. The 
pleasure was still building, making her pause, but she forced it down. "or that 
it's center of mass is moving at constant velocity." The pleasure started to 
ease through her again, but then abruptly it started to ebb. "Did I beat it? 
Urg...no, the thirty seconds just ended." Jennifer pushed the watch out of her 
line of sight and forced physics into her brain. 

When the pleasure began again, it was more powerful, and she gasped 
despite herself. "Oh, god." she whispered. "Remember, Jen...be angry!" She 
thought of what Mark wanted her to do, and that generated enough anger to 
push back the pleasure. However, it was a constant battle; if she released her 
concentration even a little bit, the pleasure started to race through her body. 
Finally, it again started to ebb, and she felt a little disappointed. Then she 
caught herself. "No! That's what he wants! Come on, Jen.... remember that 
this ISN'T good pleasure. Resist it! You don't want to feel it!"  

The next time, the pleasure didn't just build up, it burst within her, and she 
arched her back against her will, gasping. "Oh! Oh god! Please...give me 
strength!" She again pushed it back, fighting it every step of the way. She 
didn't make much headway, but at least she kept it from gaining on her, and 
finally it started to ebb again. 

This time when it ebbed, it left her feeling empty, and despite herself, she 
looked forward to it building up again. As it ebbed, she became aware at how 
slick she was getting between her legs. "Darn." she said. "I don't want to stain 
my skirt." She started to get up to retrieve her panties when the fourth wave 
coursed through her body.   

Jennifer crumpled to her seat. This was the most intense yet, and Jennifer only 
kept it back reminding herself over and over what Mark wanted him to do. 
"Mark is an asshole! He's a sleaze! A mind-raper!" she told herself. "Damn it, 
girl, resist him!" These last two words came out more as high-pitched moans 
than as words, but they helped. The fourth wave finally began to ebb. And 
Jennifer started to crave release. As she gasped in the interim, she quickly 
pulled out her keys and pushed them deep into her palm, hoping the pain 
would counteract the pleasure.  

When the next wave hit, she dropped her keys, and could only clutch at the 
table as her body was wracked with the escalating physical pleasure that 
splashed over her body. All resistance disappeared with this wave. Her body 
was left trembling as it finally ebbed, trembling and frustrated. Her hand fell 
between her legs, stroking herself, but she could get no pleasure from this. It 
continued to ebb.  

Then it hit again. "Oh! Oh!" Jenny yelped, thrashing on her chair. Her hand 
was still touching herself through her skirt, but now every little bit of pressure 
caused warm electricity to launch through her body. "Oh! Oh, God! I'm gonna 
come!" But before she could, it slipped away from her. Her eyes dripped tears 
of frustration. Not only was she not able to resist, but she was even denied the 
orgasm that would have made it worth it.  

Again the pleasure hit, and Jennifer had had enough. She pressed her feet 
against Mark's chair, spread her legs, and lifted her skirt so that her slit was 
visible. She trembled to be so exposed, with her legs spread so lewdly, but 
then the pleasure slammed into her again, and she could think no more.  


She rode the wave of pleasure, and when it started to back down, she looked 
at her exposed slit, dripping with juice, and wished and wished that Mark would 
return, so she could cover herself and not have to endure this frustration and 
embarassment. And then the next wave hit.  

When this went down, she looked up, and Mark was there. He was smiling, 
looking at her trembling before him, her face flushed and a driplet of sweat 
running down her cheek. His eyes fell between her legs, and he reached his 
finger forward to run a finger from her clitoris down to the bottom of her lips. 
She could only tremble at his touch, all resistance gone. All she wanted now 
was to come. To find release.  

"I told you resistance was a useless waste of effort, Jenny. I'll have my way no 
matter what you do, so you might as well let me have my way from the 
beginning. Have you learned, Jenny?"  

"Yes." she said. "Yes, I've learned."  

"Good." he said. "Now I want to watch you get yourself off." He pushed 
Jennifer's feet off his chair and sat down facing her. "Go ahead...you know. 
Finger yourself." He watched her intently. Jennifer didn't care that he watched. 
She dropped her finger onto her clit and started to massage it, building herself 
up for the release she so needed. 

The pleasure came again, and she was almost scared that it would disappear, 
but it didn't ebb, but grew and grew. Finally, it exploded through her, and she 
spasmed in her chair, experiencing the biggest orgasm of her life. Her whole 
body seemed to be feeling pleasure simultaneously, from her fingers to her 
toes, and she almost passed out from sensory overload. She couldn't say how 
long it lasted, but when it finished she was very satisfied. She lay back 
gasping.  

"Wow." was all she could say.  

She noticed that he was watching her face intently, which she found curious, 
as she would have expected him to still be staring at her exposed vagina. "You 
look like you enjoyed that." he said. It was phrased more like a question that a 
statement.  

Jennifer pulled down her skirt. "Wow. That was the fiercest orgasm I've ever 
had." she whispered.  
"Really?" Mark seemed pleased.  

Jennifer didn't answer, but looked around to see if she was being watched. 
And she discovered with shock that she was. A tall man was peering at her 
from one of the book shelves. Looking down, she saw that he had his cock 
out. It was hard, and he was stroking it, his eyes boring into her. As Jennifer 
met his eyes, he smiled; a slow, sleazy smile of contempt, and as he did so he 
rubbed his dick and spurted white jism towards her. The white syrup dribbled 
to the floor. Jennifer almost vomited. I'm just a pussy to him, she realized. A 
pervert's wet dream. She felt very sick.  

Mark noticed. "What's wrong, Jen?" he asked. Then he noticed the strange 
man. "You stupid FUCK!" he exploded, standing up. The man gaped at Mark, 
and started to put away his cock, backing slowly.   

Jennifer looked up at Mark and was surprised to see the fury in his eyes. She 
spun back to watch the strange man.   

She heard Mark's voice behind her, cold and deathly. "Worms are eating into 
your brain." he intoned. And the man screamed. He clutched his head, falling 
to the ground. Spasming, shrieking, scraping at his face as if to claw away the 
worms.  

Jennifer looked at Mark with complete and utter horror. He turned to look deep 
into her eyes, and his eyes were jumping and frantic as he read what was 
there. "Oh, Jenny, I'm sorry..." he started, and then he grabbed his book. 
"Stop!" he yelled at the man, and the man stopped his tormented writhing and 
lay still. Mark looked back at Jenny, and before she could react, pressed a 
hard kiss against her lips. She gasped. He looked at her once more, and then 
was gone, racing from the room with his book and his  watch clutched in his 
hand.  

Jennifer sat for a moment, then scrambled to gather her own things and leave. 
The man lay still. She raced out, and it wasn't until she got back to her room 
that she remembered she had left her panties back in the garbage can.




CONTROLLING JENNIFER IV

LEARNING TO HAVE FAITH

The sun was setting. Jennifer's physics lab had run late; it had been one of 
those wonderfully stupid labs where they had spent 3 and 1/2 hours hitting clay 
blobs with ball bearings. The whole thing had been extremely dull, and 
Jennifer's distraction hadn't helped; it had only made the lab even longer and 
more exasperating. She had been very glad when they had finally been able to 
get out of there; she definitely needed time to think.  

The problem was clutched in her hand as she walked back to the dorm. It was 
her physics test. She had received an 'A.' 100 out of 100. A perfect score, and 
on a test she hadn't felt prepared for. She ought to have felt proud.  

Except she had run out of time, and hadn't even made it to the last page. And 
yet the teacher had given her a perfect score on that empty page, just like he 
had on all the other pages. One problem she hadn't had time to finish, she just 
scribbled down an equation, just so she might get some sort of partial credit. 
Nope, not partial credit. Full credit. And scrawled under the problem, in the 
teacher's handwriting: "Close enough."  

Jennifer clutched the test close to her. She had been careful not to let anyone 
see the test, or the grade she had received on it. She told everyone she had 
received a 'C', which was probably fairly close to the truth, since that's what 
she probably should have received. Had powers not worked in her favor. 
Mark's powers.  

Jennifer walked towards her dorm through the grassy quad in the middle of 
campus. The sky was painted orange by the setting sun, and the quad was 
fairly empty, as it usually was at dusk. The occasional student walked from a 
late class, but overall most people were inside already. The air was starting to 
get chilly, and Jennifer told herself she needed to get back and put on warmer 
clothes. The cool air slipped over her bare legs as she strolled along. 
Ordinarily, she would have enjoyed the walk back to the dorm as the sun set, 
but she was too preoccupied.  

Since the last time she had seen Mark, her perception of him had changed 
considerably. Or rather, she now allowed herself to HAVE a perception of him. 
Maybe it was the revelation that he too was a student at the college; maybe his 
strange behavior just before he had left her in the library. 
Whatever it was, he was on her mind a lot. She hadn't dared to let herself 
consider what he was like before, taking it for granted that he was a monster, 
pure and simple. A mind-raper. But now she found herself wondering about 
him. About what kind of person he was when he wasn't controlling her. She 
really knew nothing about him, Nothing at all.  

When she had last seen Mark, she had exposed herself before him, and she 
remembered he had touched her clit, then run his finger down the length of her 
slit. At the time she had been too consumed with sexual frustration to consider 
the implications of it. It wasn't until afterwards that she had made a realization: 
that was really the first time he had touched her. 

Well, that wasn't entirely true. He had kissed her a number of times, and he 
had taken her hand to lead her around. But he hadn't really touched her 
sexually until then, and afterwards, she started to wonder why. Why hadn't he 
ever had sex with her? He certainly hadn't lacked for opportunities. Yet he 
barely even touched her. Why?  

Jennifer was thinking about this, and about her physics test, and wasn't paying 
any attention to her surroundings, just enough to know she was on the route 
back to her dorm. She was walking on the sidewalk, along the road that led 
through the middle of the campus, and didn't notice the car until it pulled up 
beside her. 

Jennifer stopped, surprised, almost dropping her books. It was a white car, 
very shiny, very sleek. Brand new. The driver stopped the motor, and Jennifer 
looked through the window to see who it was. She wasn't very surprised to see 
Mark smiling at her, having figured that he would show up to at least explain 
her test.  

Jennifer stopped, pressing her legs together against the cold, and waited for 
him to get out. Her heart had started to speed up, and she shivered, though 
whether it was because of the cold or in anticipation of Mark's orders, she did 
not know. She let her eyes follow him as he opened the door and stepped from 
the car.  

"Hello, Jennifer." he smiled at her and nodded politely. His voice was formal. 
He likes to be formal, Jennifer thought to herself. Like's being a gentleman.

"Hi, Mark." she said uncertainly, trying to decide whether she should address 
the subject of her test or wait until he did.  
"How do you like my new car?" he indicated the sleek white beast he had 
arrived in. Jennifer slid her eyes over its curves. It looked expensive. Probably 
obtained by his power. That seemed to be how Mark obtained everything.  

Including me, Jenny thought. "It's nice." she said quietly.   

"I'm glad you like it." he grinned, patting its hood as if it was a pet dog. "It's 
brand new. Drives like a dream. Want to go for a ride?"  

"All right." she said simply, and stepped over to the passenger side. As she 
turned around, her fingers caught in the door handle, she saw he was following 
her over. She watched him as he approached, wondering what he had in mind.  

He must have seen the confusion in her eyes, for he smiled. "The seat covers 
are sheepskin. Very soft and plush." Jennifer looked in the car, and noted the 
white fur on the seats. She looked back at Mark, waiting for him to explain 
further.  

"I think you would appreciate the feeling of it against your bare skin." He was 
watching her face, but as he spoke this line, he quickly ran his eyes down her 
body, then returned back to her face. She knew what he wanted before he 
even asked. "Take off all of your clothes, Jennifer. Put them in the back seat, 
then get in the front." He waited.  

Jennifer took a quick look around to see if anyone was watching. The quad 
was fairly deserted, and those few who were there were not paying attention to 
her. Her fingers traced the top button of her blouse, considering, and then she 
slipped it out of its hole. I'm getting bolder, she thought. This doesn't bother me 
as much.  

As she moved her hands down her blouse, button by button, she spoke. "I got 
an A on my test."   

"Really? Congratulations!" Jennifer glanced up to see him grinning, his usual 
smug grin, the grin that was born from the confidence of his power. She 
dropped her eyes again.  

"It was you, wasn't it." A murmur as she pulled the edges of her blouse out 
from the top of her skirt. She slipped it off, feeling the cold air against her now 
bare skin. Her nipples pressed against the soft inner layer of her bra, 
hardening as the cold seeped in. 
Mark moved around her and opened the back door for her; she dropped the 
blouse in and watched it fall in a heap of silk.  

"I told you to have faith in me, Jennifer." Mark said. Jennifer could feel his eyes 
on her breasts as she akwardly reached back and undid the clasp of her bra. It 
made her uncomfortable. She let the straps slide down her arms and was 
aware her breasts were now in view, the nipples pert in the cold. 

Mark continued, his voice lower. "You didn't need to worry about that physics 
test. I told you I would take care of you." Jennifer dropped the bra beside her 
blouse, feeling the air wash over her naked top. She stopped to gaze at Mark.  

"You used your power. On the teacher. I didn't deserve an A. But you made 
him give me one anyway." she stated.  

Mark nodded. "Yes, Jenny. That's what I did." He gestured at her skirt. "Come 
on, the rest."  

Jennifer unzipped the back of the skirt, and slipped it to the ground, watching it 
pool in a  dark circle at her feet. "Mark..." she said. "I want to ask you for 
something."   

"What?"  

She wouldn't meet his eyes. "I want you to stop doing that. Don't make the 
teachers give me A's." She dropped the skirt in the car.  

"Huh? Why not?"  

Jennifer had been slow removing her other clothes, but when she came to her 
panties, she suddenly decided to pull them off quickly, hoping that the sight of 
her body, completely naked before him, would distract Mark enough that he 
would agree. She tossed the tiny pink garment onto the back seat, and stood 
facing him, her tan flesh reflecting the street lights. "Because." she said. 
"Because if I get an A, I want it to be because of me, not because you used 
your power. I appreciate it, I really do, Mark. But I'd rather do it myself, ok?"  

Mark stared at her for a moment, considering. A cold breeze blew over 
Jennifer's flesh, and she suppressed the shiver that threatened to course 
through her. Be impassive, she thought. Act like you don't care that you're 
naked out in front of everyone. Be patient. She waited for his answer.  
Finally, he shrugged. "Very well, slave Jennifer. I did it for you, but if you would 
rather I did not, well, hey, it saves me the effort." He shut the back door and 
moved over to the other side. Jennifer, very aware of her nakedness, waited 
for him to unlock her door. 

She looked around to see if she had gone unnoticed, and she had not. A guy 
was staring at her as he walked down the sidewalk, his mouth slightly opened 
and his eyes on her body. Jennifer's heart beat faster, but she found she didn't 
care that much that he stared. She was naked, and there was nothing she 
could do about it. If he found her nakedness so entrancing, then so be it.  

Mark finally unlocked her door, and she gratefully stepped in and closed the 
door behind her. As Mark started the car, Jennifer pressed into the seat for 
warmth. He had been right; the seat cover really did feel nice against her bare 
skin. She rubbed her back against it, enjoying its softness. Mark pulled away 
from the curb.  

They were driving along now, through the campus. Fortunately it was dark 
enough that no one could really see her in the car very well. Nevertheless, she 
crunched herself down until they left the campus. As they pulled out into the 
surrounding suburban area, she allowed herself to stretch out and relax more.  

They stopped at a stoplight, and Mark looked over at her while they waited. 
"You have a lovely body, Jennifer." he said, his eyes running appreciatively 
over Jennifer's bare flesh.  

She blushed slightly. "Thanks." she murmured. Having found her voice, she 
asked "Where are we going?"  

"Oh, nowhere in particular." He answered. The light turned green, and they 
started off again. "I mean, I didn't really have any place in mind. I thought we 
would just drive." He paused. "What do you think of the car? Pretty nice, huh?"  

"How did you get it?"  

Mark glanced at her as he drove. His voice was gruffer when he answered. 
"What do you mean? I used my power, of course." Jennifer was noticing that 
he drove awfully fast. She clutched the armrest.  

"Yeah...." Jennifer said. "That's what I thought." She watched the surroundings 
pass by outside.   
"So what do you think of it?"  

"It's nice." she said. Her voice was very neutral. A Mcdonalds flashed by her 
window. A man on a bicycle. Jennifer tried to let her mind float with the 
passing scenery. Then they roared up a ramp onto the freeway. She heard 
Mark speak again. "How did you think I would have gotten this car?" he asked.  

"Oh, I don't know." she answered. She found it hard to focus; her eyes were 
hypnotized by the scenery flashing by outside. "Maybe you're rich or 
something? I suppose it doesn't matter. It's all kind of the same anyway."  

"What do you mean?"  

Jenny really didn't know what she meant, but she tried to explain anyhow. "You 
know. You can do things the rest of us can't. Get cars without even thinking 
about it. You have that power." Jennifer noticed they were passing the other 
cars on the road now, roaring by them. 

She nervously glanced at the speedometer. They were going close to 85. Her 
fingers pressed into the arm rest, and then she remembered to fasten her 
seatbelt. The strap scraped against her nipple as she crossed it over her body.  

When she looked at Mark, he was grinning. "Nervous, Jennifer?" he chuckled. 
"Like I said, you need to learn to have faith in me. I'm not going to crash us. I'm 
a good driver...I just like to drive fast." Mark reached over and ran his hand 
affectionately over Jenny's cheek to her hair, then returned to driving. Was that 
supposed to comfort me? Jenny asked herself. It didn't help very much.  

Jenny saw the flashing lights flickering on the dashboard seconds before they 
heard the siren. "Uh, oh." said Mark. He started to pull over to the side. 
Jennifer whirled backwards to see a police car behind them.  

"The police!" she said. She stared at Mark, panic dancing in her eyes. "Oh, 
god, Mark, now you've done it, the police are pulling us over, and I'm 
completely naked...I knew you should have slowed down! What are they going 
to do?" Jennifer had never been pulled over in her life. She started to turn 
around to get her clothes out of the back seat.   

Then she felt Mark's hand grab her shoulder and whirl her back around. "No." 
he said. His eyes were flashing at her, and his voice was hard. "Did I tell you 
that you could put your clothes back on? Huh? Answer, slave Jennifer."  
Jennifer crumpled, pressing back against the seat as if she was trying to sink 
into it. "No, master." she whispered.  

"No, I didn't. So just sit back and let me handle things." They were on the side 
of the road now, and the police car was settling in behind them. When Mark 
spoke again, his voice was softer. "I told you to trust me, Jennifer. I can handle 
the police, you don't have to worry about that." Behind them, the door of the 
police car slammed shut, and they heard the clicking of the cop's heels against 
the pavement. Mark rolled down the window.  

The policeman had a thin, hardened face, and he wore reflective sunglasses. 
Jennifer saw Mark's smile reflected in them. "What can I do for you, officer?" 
he asked.  

The officer did not return the smile. "You were driving pretty fast there, mister." 
he grunted.  

Mark only grinned. "No, I wasn't." He answered.  

"No, you weren't." repeated the officer. He sounded confused. "Yeah, I guess 
you weren't. Sorry, mister." He started to walk off, and then Jenny saw her 
naked body reflected in his sunglasses. He stared at her, and Jenny felt the 
urge to shrink into the seat. The cop turned back to Mark.  

"What's with the girl?" the officer asked.  

"Oh, her?" Mark answered nonchalantly. "Don't worry about her, officer. She's 
my girlfriend. She likes to go nude all the time; it turns her on."  

The officer considered Mark's answer, then looked back at Jennifer. Jenny 
cringed under his appraisel. Then the man spoke again, this time to her. "Is 
that right, miss? Are you doing this by choice, or is he forcing you into it?" He 
waited.  

Jennifer opened her mouth to answer, then closed it again. Mark was watching 
her, his eyes intense. She started to speak again, to say yes, it was by her own 
choice, but she couldn't. She closed her mouth again, and glanced nervously 
at Mark.  

That was all the answer the cop needed. He started to tug on his gun. "Ok, 
mister. Why don't you get out of the car." 
Mark turned to glare at Jenny, then looked back at the cop.  

"You trust me." he said. His voice was cold. The officer went rigid; his hand fell 
away from his gun.  

"I trust you." the policeman repeated.  

"I've done nothing wrong. You have no need for me to get out of my car."  

The policeman shook his head. "Yes. Yes, you're right. I'm sorry to bother you, 
mister." The policeman started to walk back to his car.  

"Wait." said Mark. The cop froze. Mark turned to direct a cold stare at Jennifer, 
then he turned back to the policeman. "You trust me, but you don't trust the 
girl. She looks suspicious. She is undoubtedly carrying concealed weapons in 
all the clothes she is wearing."  

Jennifer gaped at Mark, then looked at the policeman, who had fixed his eyes 
on her. The cop spoke; his voice was low and dangerous. "Would you please 
step out of the car, miss. And for your sake, keep your hands behind your 
head." Jennifer stared at Mark helplessly; he only watched her, amusement 
dancing behind his eyes.  

The policeman had started to unsnap his gun, and Jennifer numbly unlocked 
her door and opened it. The cold air rushed in over her nakedness. She 
stepped outside, and was careful to keep her hands behind her head. The 
policeman came over to her, and she saw that Mark, too, got out of the car 
and walked over to stand beside her.  

"Up against the car, please." commanded the cop.  

"What?" asked Jennifer, staring at him.   

The man walked over to her and pushed her roughly toward the car. "I said up 
against the car! Put your hands against the side!" Jennifer let herself be 
pushed up against the car, her mind racing. She felt exposed, her hands 
pressed against the top of the car, her bare ass jutting out behind her. The tips 
of her nipples brushed the side of the car. It was cold, very cold.  

She heard Mark speak. "Take your time." he told the cop. "And be gentle."  

Jennifer stared over the car into the street, watching other cars drive by 
oblivious to her plight. Then she felt leather clad fingers slipping between her 
legs, touching her on the inner thigh. "Spread your legs." commanded the 
officer. Jennifer gasped. Her face hot, she yielded to his pressure, scissoring 
her legs open. Now she felt very exposed. Open to his exploration.  

The officer started on her upper arms, patting them with his hands. She felt the 
black leather of his gloves against her bare skin; it was a strange, cool feeling. 

Then he slipped his hands under her arms and started to pat his way down her 
front. His hands lingered at her breasts, pressing them against her body, and 
her breathing became heavier as a wave of -something - pleasure? - went 
through her. It was a strange feeling. 

His thumbs slipped over her nipples, casually, and then he was moving down 
the flesh on her belly, patting her gently, looking for concealed weapons in her 
bare flesh. His fingers brushed against the edge of her pubic triangle on either 
side, and then started down her long legs. The black leather slipped down the 
front of her legs, and then started up the back.  

Finally, he reached her ass, and he paused. She tensed in anticipation, and 
her breathing was very ragged. She could feel herself getting slick between 
her legs, even as she told herself that she shouldn't be enjoying the 
experience. Somehow that only made it more erotic. 

Finally, she felt the leather press against her buttocks, and his patting motion 
had become more of a sliding. One leather finger slipped, almost against its 
will, tracing the line of her ass up to the small of her back. She gasped; the 
police weren't supposed to search people like this, were they? The finger 
started down her her again, slipping between her buttocks, sliding gently over 
her asshole, moving slowly, closer and closer to her wet pussy. 

Then the leather finger perched against her swollen lips, stopping, almost 
considering. Jennifer waited, breathing heavily, her whole body anticipating. 
Waiting. Then the finger slipped inside her. She gasped again, the leather 
slick with her juices, feeling herself penetrated, his finger moving inside her 
like some tiny leather penis.  

Abruptly, he pulled his finger out, and quickly, roughly, patted his way up her 
back. He turned away, and Jennifer almost collapsed against the car. Her legs 
trembled. 
The policeman turned to Mark. "She's clean." she heard him say. Then his 
heels were clicking, going back to the police car. 

Jennifer felt her flesh press against the cold car; she was aware that she had 
been sweating, even amidst the cold. A hand patted her on the shoulder; 
Mark's hand. "Come on, Jennifer. Get back inside the car." he said gently. She 
allowed him to open the door for her, and then collapsed inside against the 
seat covers. The space between her legs was sticky with her fluids; she 
wished she had something to wipe it off with, to keep herself from getting it on 
the seat covers.  

The police car drove off. Mark got in beside her, and started the car. Jennifer 
leaned back as they pulled away from the side. Once again, she had been 
allowed to feel pleasure without reaching any sort of climax, and it left her 
restless. As they drove along, her eyes drifted to Mark's crotch. Was he hard 
or not? She couldn't tell through his pants. 

She wondered if he would decide to have sex with her. More importantly...did 
she want him to? Jennifer thought about this as they drove along, her 
restlessness (horniness?) fighting with her pride. Finally, she decided she did 
not. It wasn't worth it, after all, wasn't sex more than just a means of obtaining 
satisfaction? It should be more, anyhow, it should be a love- thing, Jenny told 
herself. And she certainly did not love Mark.  

Nevertheless, Jennifer desired some sort of climax, so she started to move her 
finger up and down on the tip of her clitoris, massaging her way to an orgasm. 
She had her hand slipped under the strap of the seatbelt, so that Mark couldn't 
tell she was doing it, and she used all of her self-control to keep from gasping 
out. Finally, she felt it shudder through her. It was a small orgasm, but her 
body still tensed and buckled, and she let a gasp escape her mouth, despite 
all her efforts to keep it in.  

Mark whirled, staring at her. "What are you doing?!?" he blurted, then his eyes 
went from her hand at her clit to her flushed face, and he knew. "What did you 
do? You just made yourself have an orgasm?" He gaped at her. "I didn't tell 
you to do that!"  

Jennifer shook her head, breathing heavily. "No." she said. "But I needed to. 
After that policeman, I just had to feel myself come."


Mark looked back at the road. "I didn't say you could do that." he said. "You 
weren't supposed to do that."  

"Oh?" asked Jennifer, curious. "What was I supposed to do?"  

"Nothing!" he thundered. "Nothing until I tell you to do something! You've been 
a bad slave, Jennifer." He shook his head.  

"Would it please you to know that I enjoyed it, master?" Jenny ventured, 
tacking the 'master' at the end in hopes of calming him down.  

"Enjoyed it? Of course you enjoyed it! It was an orgasm! No, you'll have to be 
punished, my slave. You'll have to learn that you don't get off until I let you. 
You don't come until I finally decide you can come. Until then, you'll have to 
wait. Yes, you'll have to be punished." They had left the freeway, and Mark 
was looking around, driving aimlessly, as if looking for something in particular. 
Finally, he seemed to find it. He parked at the side of the street.  

"Here is your punishment, Jennifer." he stated. "You will get out, and walk over 
to that stop sign way over there." She could see the sign he pointed at; it was 
about fifty feet away. "Wait there and I'll pick you up."  

Jennifer looked at the street he wanted her to walk down. It was a fairly wide 
street in a seedy neighborhood, with two lanes going both directions. Not a 
particularly busy street, but busy enough that at least someone would see her. 
Even worse, she could see a bum sitting at a bus stop, and a bunch of little 
kids playing outside an apartment. She would have to walk right past them, 
completely naked. Jennifer turned to Mark, to beg for something, anything else 
to do besides this.  

But he wasn't putting up with it. "Get out." he said, and Jennifer felt herself 
compelled to leave the car. The compulsion didn't leave until she found herself 
standing on the sidewalk, watching Mark drive off. Watching him leave her.  

She looked down the street. This was the worst he had ever done. For all she 
knew, he was gone for good. He had left her in the bad part of town, 
completely naked.  

"No." she thought. "Learn to have faith. Mark wouldn't do that. He wouldn't!" 
She whispered this vehemently. It was either believe it or go mad. 

A car honked as it drove by; a man in the passengers seat howled out the 
window at her. It scared her. She retreated into the shadows.  

Again she looked down the street. This won't be over until you do it, she told 
herself, and she forced her legs to start walking.  

She passed the bum first. He stared at her legs the entire time, and for a 
moment she was scared that he would reach out and try to touch them. But 
apparently he was too drunk to do anything more than gape.  

Other cars drove by. One man started to pull over, then apparently decided 
against it, and drove off again. This really shook her. Another lady stuck her 
head out the window, and screamed at her in some language that seemed to 
be mostly l's and g's.  

The kids watched her from a distance, and she heard them talking, heard the 
words "tittys" "boobs." Finally they all ran into the apartment, long before she 
could get near them. As she passed by, she saw them staring out the windows 
at her.  

Then she passed an alleyway. And looking down the alley, she saw a hungry 
pack of teenagers. They were sitting, talking amongst themselves, but as she 
passed, one saw her and pointed her out. "Hey, check the naked chick!" he 
called. The others immediately focused at Jenny. Oh, shit, she thought. Oh, 
god. She started to walk faster. Where the hell was Mark?  

"Hey, whereya going, whore?" One yelled, and they all stood and started 
walking towards her. Walking towards her purposefully. Jenny freaked out. 
She started to run.  

"Hey, she's running!" "Get her!" Shoes slammed the pavement behind her. 
Jenny was a runner; she liked to run. Most of the guys couldn't catch up with 
her. She left them all behind, all but one. One that caught up to her and 
grabbed her arm, almost wrenching it out of its socket. He caught her, and she 
rebounded as he pulled her back. Back into the pack. 

He wrapped his arms around her waist and held her tightly. The others 
approached; they smelled of cheap liquor. They held out their hands, twisted 
into claws, moving them to her body to pinch and grab. She struggled, but 
could not do any more than make them all laugh at her fear. "Let's screw the 
bitch." one said. Rape, thought Jennifer. She felt cold. Helpless.  
And then Mark was there. "Let her go!" he screamed. Jennifer felt the arms 
around her grow limp and fall. Mark ran over. He turned to one. "You're 
crippled." he told the guy. The guy fell to the ground screaming, his legs 
crumpling under him. Mark turned to another. "You're a dog." The man fell to 
all fours and scampered off.  

One of the other members pulled a knife and moved as if to strike at Mark. 
"Eat it." commanded Mark. Jennifer tried to turn away, but she couldn't. She 
stood spellbound as the teenager stuck the knife into his mouth and tried to 
push it down his throat. Blood started to drip from his mouth, but the man 
couldn't stop. He got the blade about halfway down before he collapsed 
unconscious.  

The other teenagers were running away from Mark and his frightening power. 
Mark suspended the man who had caught Jennifer by telling him to stop. Then 
he screamed at all the others. "You all eat shit!" Jennifer didn't want to think 
about what that would mean for the teenagers.  

Mark turned to the last guy, who was frozen helplessly. "You." Mark said. His 
voice was full of rage, burning with hostility. "You tried to hurt my Jennifer." 
The man trembled before Mark's wraith. Then Mark turned to Jennifer. "Jenny, 
what do you want me to do with him? I give his fate to you to decide."  

"Oh, Mark." said Jennifer. She really didn't know what to say. "Tell him to turn 
himself in, ok? That's all I want."  

Mark smiled, and before Jennifer knew it, he was kissing her. He pulled away. 
"You're too nice." he told her. Then he turned to the guy. "You heard that? 
You'll turn yourself in. You'll confess to every crime you've ever done, including 
this attempted rape, and then you'll turn over a new life. You'll try to be an 
outstanding citizen. Ok? Do you understand?" 

The guy nodded mutely, tears running down his face. "Now, get hard." The 
man's eyes opened in surprise as a bulge appeared at his crotch. "You are 
about to have the biggest orgasm of your life. Can you feel it? Your balls are 
just fit to burst with jism. How does it feel? Good?" The man moaned. "Good." 

And Mark slammed his foot into the man's balls. The man screamed and 
collapsed to the ground, clutching his crotch and screaming. He continued to 
scream as Mark led Jennifer back to the car. He told her to get dressed.  

"I'm sorry about that, Jennifer." he said as she put on her clothes. "It wasn't 
supposed to have gone that way. I tried to control it, I did, but I couldn't. I didn't 
know about that alley."

"You can never control everything." Jennifer murmured as she slipped her 
blouse on.  

"No, no, I suppose you can't." He watched as she finished putting on her 
clothes. "Jennifer." Jenny felt his power washing over her. "I want you to never, 
ever have any nightmares about what almost happened here. Ok?"  

"Ok." she said. They got back into the car, and Mark drove her back to her 
dorm. They drove in silence.  

Finally, they arrived at the dorm parking lot. Mark stopped the car, without a 
word, and waited. Jennifer grabbed her physics books and her test, and 
opened the door. She was just about to step out, when on a strange impulse, 
she turned around and pressed a kiss against Mark's cheek. He turned to 
stare at her in surprise.  

"What...?" he started.  

"I'm learning to have faith." she said simply, and before he could respond, she 
had stepped out of the car and was running back to the door of her dorm.


CONTROLLING JENNIFER V

SPICES OF LIFE (Pt. 1)

"Your boyfriend called."  

Jennifer glanced at Darlene as she walked in. Darlene was smiling at her; a 
taunting kind of smile, the kind Darlene gave Jennifer when she thought she 
knew something. Jennifer put down her bookbag and sat down on her bed. 

Amy, the blonde girl from down the hall, was sitting on Darlene's bed reading a 
Newsweek. She looked up from her magazine to smile at Jennifer, a smile that 
echoed Darlenes. Between the two of them, Jennifer felt very much like she 
was on display. She glanced between the two of them, trying to decide who 
Darlene was referring to.  
She finally ventured a guess. "You mean Mark?" she asked. The expressions 
of dismay rapidly transforming to intense interest on both Darlene's and Amy's 
faces told Jennifer she had guessed wrong. She sighed.  

"No, actually I meant Jacob. Who's Mark?" asked Darlene, her glittering eyes 
fixed on Jennifer. Jennifer looked down. "Jennifer, hon... you met a guy and 
you didn't tell me?"  

Jennifer pretended to shuffle through her notebook. "I swear, you two." she 
murmured. "You act like a couple of interrogators."  

"Of course!" chirped Amy. "We're girls! We're supposed to gossip!" She 
bounded over and sat next to Jennifer. Amy was always full of energy, and 
acted kind of ditzy; almost the stereotypical blond, except her frame was 
somewhat squat and she was more of an athlete than a socialite. "Come on, 
Jen! You're supposed to tell us everything. Whose Mark?" Amy leaned forward 
in anticipation.  

Jennifer retreated over to Darlene's bed. "Close the door, will you, Amy?" she 
said.  

Amy's eyes lit up, and she jumped up to slide the door silently closed. "Wow! 
Big secrets, Jen?" Amy plopped onto Jennifer's bed, sitting cross-legged.  

"No, no big secrets." said Jennifer. If only they knew, she thought to herself, 
then went on. "I just don't want Jacob to burst in on me. I kinda don't want to 
see him right now."  

"He gave me a message for you." reported Darlene. "He wants to know if you 
want to go to the frat party with him tomorrow." She regarded Jennifer in 
silence for a moment, then spoke. "Rumor has it Jacob and you are a couple." 
she remarked ominously. "Jacob complained to me that you are ignoring him. 
He sounded kind of angry..."  

"What's up, Jen?" burst Amy. "You can tell us!" Amy leaned forward in barely 
controlled anticipation.  

Jenny just shook her head. She felt like crying. "I don't need this right now, I 
really don't." she mumbled. She looked up at Darlene and Amy's expectant 
faces. "Jacob's been mad at me. I slept with him twice, and he thinks that 
makes me his girlfriend."  
"You slept with him TWICE?!?" burst in Amy. Jennifer stared at her, and Amy 
put her hand over her mouth. "Oop. Sorry. Go on, go on!"  

"I don't WANT a boyfriend!" declared Jennifer. "I keep telling him that, but he 
refuses to accept it. He's being a real asshole about it. I mean, guys can sleep 
with girls, and it means nothing, right? But I sleep with Jacob and suddenly I'm 
his." She hit the bed with a fist and frowned. "It makes me mad."  

"Maybe you shouldn't have slept with him the second time..." ventured 
Darlene.  

Jennifer sighed. "No kidding. But I didn't know he would get this way. 
Besides...well...the first time was really good. For both of us. The second time 
was bad though. Anyhow, I think the first time has him a little obsessed with 
me. He said it was the best sex has ever been for him."  

"Wow!" said Amy. "Jennifer, you slut!" Amy grinned, and Jennifer could tell 
she was only teasing, but the word came uncomfortably close to how Jennifer 
had felt about herself with Jacob.   

"Men are assholes." declared Darlene. "So who's Mark?"  

Jennifer sighed. What a question. Mark was a mind rapist, he was a 
manipulator, a controller. He was a dangerous being with far too much power. 
He was also a romantic, in his own twisted way, and he seemed to genuinely 
care for Jennifer. "Mark's another asshole." she said bitterly.  

"Is it Mark Haflin?" asked Darlene. "Red-brown hair?"  

Jennifer shook her head. "No, different guy. I don't think you know him."  

"Where'd you meet him?" asked Amy.  

"Ah...in the park one day, while I was walking to the track to run."  

"You don't run anymore, do you, Jen?" Darlene interrupted.  

"Ah, no. I haven't for a while at least."  

Darlene nodded. "Yeah. I'd noticed you had stopped. Sorry to interrupt, go on."  

"Mark." Jennifer said. "You ever have one of those guys who seems to really 
care about you, and does all these things for you, but he also acts like a 
complete arrogant bastard? That's Mark."  

"Have you slept with him?" asked Amy.  

"Amy!" snapped Darlene. "What a question!"  

"No." said Jennifer, and that too brought up a chaotic jumble of thoughts, 
arguments she had gone over again and again. It all came to the same 
question; why not? "No, I haven't slept with him."  

"That's good." Darlene approved with a decisive nod. That was Darlene; when 
it came to other peoples relationships, she took on the crisp mannerisms of an 
army general. "Makes things less complicated."  

Jenny sighed. "You don't know how complicated things are." she said. "Jacob 
is bothering me, but at least I can understand him. I don't understand Mark at 
all. He's the strangest person I've ever met. Every time I think I've got him 
placed, he does something completely different. It's so... confusing."  

"Well, I'll help you with Jacob." announced Darlene. "I'll talk to him and tell him 
that you aren't interested in being his girlfriend, and to leave you alone. Mark, 
on the other hand, you'll have to handle on your own."  

"No, Darlene, don't do that. I can deal with Jacob. Just let me take care of him, 
okay? It'll sound bad if you tell him. I need to do it."  

Darlene shrugged. "You sure?"  

"Yeah, I'm sure." said Jennifer.  

Darlene waved her hands at Jennifer, her way of indicating she was cleaning 
her hands of the situation. "Fine. He's all yours."  

"Hey, Jen! You want to go to a dance tomorrow night up at Borris?" asked 
Amy. Borris hall was a dorm to the north of the campus, known for its high 
freshman population. "A bunch of us were going to go, and you should, too. It'll 
get your mind off of things. Have some fun, maybe meet some new guys."  


"Yeah." agreed Darlene. "Plus, you won't have to worry about Jacob seeing 
you, because he's going to the frat party."  

Jennifer considered it. She hadn't gone to any parties since she had met Mark, 
and the idea appealed to her. She liked to dance. "Yeah, that sounds like fun. 
I'll go."  

"Good." nodded Darlene. "We were going to hit Pizza Hut for dinner, then go 
to the dance around 8:30 or so. That should be late enough for things to have 
started up there. Dress to kill." Amy giggled, and her bright eyes danced over 
Jennifer.  

Jennifer smiled. At least she had friends.   

"The lasagna isn't bad, but the chicken...urgh!" Jennifer's eyes went wide, and 
she could feel herself unconsciously shrinking down in her seat.  

It was the next day, and Jennifer was eating lunch with a girl in her Chinese 
Culture class named Ann Pajaro. Ann was a math major, an intense young 
lady with cold dark eyes and a mind like a computer. They traditionally ate 
lunch together after Chinese Culture, a class they both took to fulfill 
requirements and a class they both disliked intensely.  

Ann, with her usual lack of subtlety, twisted around and looked to see what 
was distressing Jennifer. "What?" she demanded.  

"Don't look! It's Jacob. I don't want to talk to him. Quick, pretend you don't see 
him." Jennifer covered her hand with her face, hoping he wouldn't see them.  

"Too late." said Ann. "He's coming this way."  

"Darn." muttered Jennifer. They watched as Jacob and some other guy 
wandered their way back to where the two girls were sitting.  

"Hey, Jennifer." said Jacob, and he took the seat next to her. The other guy, a 
dark-haired man with thick muscles, took the seat next to Ann. Probably 
another wrestler, or a football guy. Or both.

Jennifer forced cheer into her voice. "Hey, Jacob." she said. "How are you?"  


"We need to talk." he said. Jennifer fought off the urge to sigh. Talk, yeah, 
right. The same talk they had had before. It never solved anything.  

"About what?"  

"You know about what! Jen, can we go somewhere private?"  

"I can't do that. I'm eating with Ann. Can we talk later?"  

The dark-haired man spoke. "I'm Greg, by the way."  

Jacob ignored him. "Damn it, Jen!, I'm not going to be put off this time!"  

"Hi, I'm Ann." said Ann to Greg.  

"What are we going to talk about, Jake? What is there new to talk about? 
We've had this talk before. There's nothing more to discuss!"  

"Yes, there is." Jacob said, his voice hard. "Jennifer, I don't see why you have 
to be so stubborn!" He looked at Ann and Greg, then back at Jennifer. "Look, 
let's go to another table, all right?"  

"No, Jacob! Don't you understand? No! I don't want a boyfriend right now. 
You're nice, but right now, I need you to please leave me alone! Okay? 
Please, Jacob." She pleaded. "I need you as a friend right now. Stop trying to 
complicate things."  

"Oh, a friend." spat Jacob. "And do you screw all your friends, then?"  

"Jacob! Stop it!" Jennifer recoiled with shock at the low blow and the hostility 
in Jacob's voice.  

"No, Jenny, I'm not going to stop." he snarled. "I'm not going to watch you go 
around and act like there's nothing between us."  

"Jacob, there IS nothing between us." Jennifer interrupted. The whole 
argument was making her sick. She wished Jacob would stop.  

"The hell there isn't! Those two times don't mean anything? You just using me 
to get off? Fuck that, Jennifer! I'm not going to let you just set me aside like 
some toy." His voice was rising now.  
Jennifer looked at Ann and Greg, who were watching the conversation like 
spectators at a boxing match. Finally she stood. "I'm leaving." She said, her 
voice tight. She lifted her tray and walked away.  

"Wait, I'm coming too!" called Ann behind her, and soon Ann was walking 
beside her. Behind them both, they heard Greg telling Jacob to cool down. 
"Wow. Some argument." said Ann. "I didn't even know you two were even 
dating."  

"We aren't." said Jennifer. "I'm sorry you had to see that, Ann."  

Ann just shrugged.  

Afterwards, Jennifer went back to her room and stared at the ceiling. Why do I 
have so much problems? She asked herself. Why me? Jennifer put on her sad 
music, her recording of the Pachelbel Canon, and for the first time in a long 
while, Jennifer let herself cry.  

And when she couldn't cry anymore, she thought about Mark.   

Later that day, Jennifer went with Darlene, Amy, and four other girls to Pizza 
Hut. Jennifer had been contemplating skipping the whole thing, but at the last 
minute, Darlene had firmly ordered her to go. 

"It'll cheer you up, Jen. I don't want you lying around the room all night feeling 
sorry for yourself. You might start getting suicidal or something." Jennifer felt 
left out at the restaurant. Everyone else seemed to be in such good moods, 
talking, laughing, carrying on. Jennifer tried to make an effort to enjoy herself, 
and to be good company, but she had a feeling she was doing a bad job of it.  

They were done with dinner at 7, and all went to Amy's room, where Amy 
brought out some bottles of alcohol, and started passing out cups. Darlene 
tried to get Jennifer to drink. "C'mon, Jenny, it'll loosen you up, make you have 
more fun." 

But Jennifer was not a drinker; it was not that she had something morally 
against it, she just really didn't like the taste. Besides, wasn't alcohol a 
depressant or something? She couldn't afford to get even more depressed. 
She refused their offers of liquor, and felt really left out as the rest of them 
rapidly got plastered and started laughing at silly things.  

"Darlene, I think I'm going to go back to the room, ok? I really don't think I'm 
going to be good company."  

Darlene threw her arm around Jenny. "Nooooo! No, Jennifer! You can't leave 
me here. Ohhh, Jen, I feel so drunk. You'll have to take care of me, I need you, 
don't leave...." So Jennifer stayed. 

Around 9, they all decided to stagger along to the dance. "Jen's our guide!" 
they declared with glee. "She's the only one sober. Lead us there, Jenny!" So 
Jennifer put herself in control of the group of giggling, silly girls, all who were a 
great deal happier than they had any right to be, and she led them up to the 
lobby of Borris hall.  

The party was going at full force, and the dance floor was packed. The music 
was loud and blaring, music that didn't need to be much more than a beat, and 
usually wasn't. Lights flashed across the ceiling, and people swirled on the 
dance floor.  

The group of girls formed a circle on the outskirts of the dance floor, and 
started to dance. At first, Jenny had a hard time getting into it, but after awhile, 
her body started to follow along to the rhythm, and she let her mind loosen as 
she looked around at all the happy people on the dance floor.  

That's what I like about dancing, she thought to herself. Everyone always looks 
so happy. Gradually, Jennifer felt herself start to loosen up, and every time she 
looked at Darlene and Amy, they smiled back at her, drunken, infectious 
smiles. Soon Jennifer started to smile back.  

She let her eyes wander around the floor, occasionally seeing people she 
knew as they swirled and gyrated to the crushing beat that swept through them 
all. The group of girls started moving more toward the center as people left the 
middle of the floor and others appeared on the ouskirts. Pretty soon, everyone 
around Jennifer was in motion. She felt adrenalized, and it was a good feeling. 
She let the music move her body, in motion almost without conscious thought.  

It was then she saw Mark.  

He was sitting on the side of the dance floor, in one of the seats by himself. 
For once, it appeared as if she had seen him before he had seen her. He was 
watching the people dance on the floor. Jennifer faltered in keeping the beat. 
What do I do? She asked herself. Should I talk to him? 
Jennifer looked at Darlene and the others, swaying happily. What if Mark saw 
her when she was with all her friends? What would happen? Jennifer decided 
she would rather not have Mark meet her friends, or vice versa.  

She poked Darlene. "I'm going to the bathroom." she shouted over the loud 
music. "I'll be back." Darlene smiled and nodded, and Jennifer made her way 
through the swirl of bodies towards where Mark sat.  

Mark saw her approaching, and he smiled at her. A different sort of smile, a 
less confident, more peaceful smile than his usual. Jennifer walked over and 
sat next to him.  

"Hi, Mark." she said.  

"Hey, Jennifer." He leaned towards her to be heard. "Wow, I didn't know you 
were here."   

She nodded. "I figured you would see me eventually." She paused; so far the 
encounter had been very ordinary, and she wanted to keep it that way. "Are 
you here to dance, Mark?"     He shook his head. "I don't dance much." he told 
her. "No, I just like to come to these things to watch other people dance. It's 
so...chaotic." He let his eyes roam around the floor, and then he focused on 
her again. "This is where I first saw you, you know."  

"It is?" Jennifer leaned forward to hear him better.  

Mark looked out onto the dance floor again. "Well, not here, but at a dance. 
Remember that Halloween party? That's when I first saw you, dancing out 
there, in the crowd." Jennifer watched his profile as he spoke, watched the 
lights flashing over his face. His eyes had an unfocused, blurred look to them. 

Then he was looking at her again. "I like the way you dance, Jennifer. 
There's...something about it, I can't say what it is. That's what attracted me to 
you. You seemed to go into it with such abandon. Like it was your last night to 
be alive, and all you wanted to do was to dance until you dropped. And, I don't 
know, it was sexual, but not openly sexual. More subtley sexual, I guess, like 
you were acting sexy but didn't know it, and that only made it more erotic. I 
really liked watching you dance, Jennifer."  

"I'm not a very good dancer." she murmured, a little embarassed by his words. 

Her face was hot, and she tried to keep the blush from showing. It was the 
intensity with which he spoke; she found it hard to believe she could bring forth 
such intensity in anyone.  

Of course, Mark wasn't just anyone.  

"Yes, you are. You're one of those that you can tell likes to dance, just be 
watching." He said. He stared at her; his eyes were like two glowing embers in 
a fire. "Jenny, want to play another game of controlling Jennifer? I have an 
idea."  

"Game?" she raised an eyebrow. "Is it all a game to you?"  

"Well...no, not really. I'm sorry, Jenny, that's what I've been calling our little 
sessions. Games of controlling Jennifer. I'm sorry, it's just for lack of a better 
term. Do you want to? I mean, of your own free will. I'm not going to use my 
power or anything."  

Jennifer looked into his eyes, and was intrigued by the eager sincerity she saw 
there. And she also had to admit that she was curious as to what Mark had in 
mind for her. "You promise? No power?"  

"I promise. All of your own free will." he said, and she believed him. For all he 
had done to her, he had never lied to her.

"Okay. And if I don't want to do what you say, I won't and you won't make me, 
okay? I'm just doing this because I'm curious as to what you want me to do. 
That's all."  

Mark grinned and nodded. "Uh huh. Don't worry, Jennifer. If you don't want to 
do what I say, you don't have to. It's up to you."  

Jennifer waited for him to continue, but he didn't. "So what is it?" she pressed 
him.  

"Are you wearing a bra?"  

Jennifer looked down at the white blouse she was wearing. You could faintly 
make out the white lace of her bra under it. She also wore a pair of tight black 
jeans; perfect for dancing. "You know I am. Stop teasing me." she said.  

"Go and take it off." he said.  

"And then what?" she asked.  

"First the bra." he ordered. Jennifer watched him intently, but he would say no 
more. Finally, she walked over to the bathroom. It was crowded with girls 
putting on makeup and stank with the smell of beer and cigarettes. Jennifer 
waited for a stall, and once inside, slipped off her bra and shoved it into her 
purse. She examined herself; her nipples were slightly visible, but only if you 
looked for them. The blouse was pretty loose anyhow, so it was not overly 
apparent that she wore nothing beneath it. Satisfied that she was not too 
exposed, she walked out of the bathroom.  

At first she couldn't see Mark. He wasn't where she had left him. She searched 
the room with her eyes, and finally saw him in a new seat on the opposite wall. 
Jennifer started to make her way over to him, and then realized she would 
have to squeeze her way through the mass of dancers to reach him. 

As she pushed through, her breasts brushed against backs, against fronts, 
against arms. Once a hand, moving in some dancing motion, ran into her 
chest. Jennifer pushed past quickly before the owner of the hand could realize 
what he had bumped into. 

All in all, no one else really seemed aware that she wasn't wearing a bra, but 
by the time Jennifer reached the place where Mark was, she herself was very 
aware of how free she was under the blouse, and her nipples were hard and 
sensitive.  

She dropped next to Mark, feeling her breasts sway with the motion, and her 
nipples scrape against her blouse. "You did that on purpose." she accused.  

"Did what?" he remarked innocently. "I had to move over here to show you 
what I want you to do."  

"Ok, what is it."  

Mark just pointed. Jennifer followed the direction of his finger to see a guy 
sitting against the wall. He was small, hunched over in his chair, staring 
forlornly at everyone dancing around him. Jennifer knew his type. They wanted 
to dance, but were too scared. Too self-conscious.   

"See him?" asked Mark.  

"Yeah. What do you want me to do?"  

"I want you to pick him up. Ask him to dance. Hold him tight and turn him on. 
You know."  

Jennifer regarded the guy. "He's gonna think I'm a slut." she said.  

"No, no, Jennifer. More likely he's going to think its the best day of his life. I'm 
asking you to make him happy, Jennifer. Let him have a fun night for once." 
He offered her his hand. "Come on, Jenny. Are you game?"  

Jennifer shook her head. "I can't believe you're making me do this." Mark only 
shrugged, and kept his hand toward her. Finally, she took his hand, and they 
walked over to where the guy was sitting.  

The guy looked up at them expectantly. Mark leaned close. "You can't see me 
or hear me." He told the boy, and released Jennifer's hand. The boy suddenly 
was staring right through Mark; he shuddered, then turned to Jennifer, staring 
at her with wide eyes. She noticed with distaste that he was one of those boys 
who looked at her chest almost as much as he did her face.  

"Hi!" she said. "Do you want to dance?" She asked him.  

The boy looked down and shook his head. "Uh...no thanks, I'm not really a 
dancer." Jennifer looked at Mark; he was urging her on with his eyes. She 
sighed and sat down.  

"Hi!" she said. "I'm...uh...Marcie." It occurred to her at the last minute that she 
may not want him to know her real name. "What's your name?"  

"Oh, I'm Derrick." he smiled quickly at her, then looked away. Jennifer again 
looked at Mark.  

"Put your arm around him." Mark said. "Press yourself against him. Get him 
hot and hard." Before Jennifer knew it, her arm was draped over Derrick's 
shoulder, and her breasts were pushing into his side. She could feel Derrick's 
quivering hesitation under her, his temptation.  

She glared at Mark. "You said you wouldn't use your power." she hissed.  
He only smiled. "I didn't." he said. And with a start, Jennifer realized he hadn't. 
She was doing this all on her own.  

Aw, what the hell, she thought. She leaned in close to John's ear. "Come on." 
she said. "I want to see you dance with me. I promise I'm a good dancer. Don't 
turn me down." Derrick's body was hot against hers.  

"O...okay." he stammered. Jennifer brushed a slight kiss against his cheek. 
That oughta blow his mind, she thought to herself. I wonder what Mark thinks. 
She looked over at him.  

Mark was staring at them, and the strange expression on his face caught her 
completely by surprise. She thought he would be pleased at her willing 
compliance, but instead he looked sad. She stared at him a moment. 

He always does this to me, she thought. Whenever I think I've got him figured 
out. What's he thinking? He caught her looking, and beckoned them out onto 
the dance floor. Jennifer watched him a moment longer, trying to decipher his 
thoughts, but couldn't. Finally, she turned back to Derrick, and led him out onto 
the dance floor.


CONTROLLING JENNIFER VI

SPICES OF LIFE (Pt. 2)


Jennifer drifted them to the outskirts of the dance floor. She noticed Derrick 
was glancing around nervously, like he was going to take off all his clothes or 
something, and wanted to be sure no one was watching. Jennifer sighed, 
confident that the music would mask her sigh. She had never understood 
those who were embarassed to dance. What was the big deal? Why was it so 
frightening to dance when you were in a room full of people, all of them 
dancing? 

She leaned in towards Derrick. "Come on, let's dance!" she told him. He just 
smiled sheepishly, and looked around at everyone. Jennifer shrugged, 
deciding she would have to set an example. She started to move her body to 
the beat, smiling at Derrick in encouragement, and then she remembered 
Mark, and abruptly she stopped.

She tried to stop herself from glancing at him, but she was a second too late. 
Mark was watching her, she had almost forgotten. He was staring at her, an 
expression of melancholy etched on his face. His eyes were lost and 
unfocused. What's wrong with him? she wondered. For once I'm doing what he 
wants, on my own, without his power. Why isn't he happy?

Maybe he likes to use his power, she thought, and succeeded in generating a 
shudder down her spine. She turned back to Derrick, and thought about 
dancing with him. The moment was growing long, and she could tell Derrick 
was getting uncomfortable. He was looking back at his seat, his eyes longing 
for it like a security blanket. Jennifer started to dance again, drawing his eyes 
to her, and when she thought about herself dancing again, she almost 
stopped, but kept going by will alone.

The problem was, for some reason, her dancing seemed artificial. Jennifer 
usually danced by letting her body go, allowing the music to manipulate it while 
her mind floated over other things. But everytime she tried to do this, she 
would always think of Mark, watching her. How could she dance while he 
watched? It made her self-conscious. She probably felt a lot like Derrick.

Derrick had not started dancing. He would start, then stop immediately after, 
shaking his head and laughing at his own foolishness. Jennifer's eyes 
narrowed. How do I get him to dance? she asked herself. How do I do it when 
Mark's watching me like he is? Before, Mark had always told her exactly what 
to do; this was the first time she was supposed to act...well, slutty...all by 
herself.

Who cares if he dances, she decided. Just turn him on, Jennifer. Think if you 
were him, and you were faced with an attractive girl, what would you want her 
to do? Jennifer tried to imagine this, but couldn't think like a guy would. Only 
the obvious things occurred to her, and she certainly wasn't going to do them 
in a public place. No, she would have to be more subtley slutty. Now the only 
problem was, how?

Derrick was starting to dance now, which was good. It made her feel a little 
less silly, although his dancing style kind of reminded her of Frankenstein 
walking; stiff and goofy-looking. Now how to turn him on? She thought about 
dancing slutty, shaking her breasts to make it obvious she wasn't wearing a 
bra, grinding her hips into his pelvis, basically dancing dirty. 


She actually gave her breasts an experimental wiggle, but it felt very false to 
her, and she stopped. It just wasn't a natural part of dancing for her. She 
continued to dance, as normally as she could with the awareness that Mark 
was watching her in the back of her head. The music stopped, and another 
song came on in its place. Jennifer danced.

During this next song, she tried something else. She danced forward, coming 
teasingly close, and gave him what she thought was a seductive smile. She 
wasn't very experienced with this, and forgot to calculate in his awkward 
dancing style; as a result, she came a little too close to him, and he accidently 
pushed his arm right against her breasts. It must have been obvious that she 
was braless; he stared at her and then looked away, blushing furiously, before 
he even saw her attempt at a seductive smile.

Oh, well, it had probably worked better than she intended. She tried this again, 
this time slower, coming closer and closer until he became uncomfortable and 
backed away. For some reason, she thought this was funny. If she came close 
to him, he would always back off. It was like he feared her. 

Finally, her heart beating, Jennifer moved up until her face was less than two 
inches from his, and, her eyes locked on his, slowly licked her lips. She smiled 
immediately after, feeling very silly, but Derrick was hooked. His dance 
faltered, and he seemed hypnotized by her. Jennifer danced back from him, 
and, very aware that his eyes were on her, pretended to stretch. 

She arched her back, trying to stretch her blouse and get it tightly pressed 
against her breasts. She pretended to have her eyes closed, but she was 
looking out through the crack in her eyelid, and she could see Derrick's eyes 
were fixed on her breasts. She felt a thrill spin through her stomach.

And she knew Mark was watching, too.

She opened her eyes, and overcome by temptation, looked down to see how 
much of herself she was exposing. Her nipples were dark circles under the 
fabric, and she gasped at how visible they were. She quickly eased out of her 
stretched position, fighting to control her blush, trying to appear cool and 
deliberate.

She needn't have bothered. As she continued to dance with Derrick, his eyes 
stayed on her breasts more than anything else, waiting for those dark nipples 
to resurface. 
It bothered her, even though she knew she had pretty much asked for it by 
giving him a peek in the first place. She didn't particularly like being reduced to 
a pair of breasts.

Determined to get him to acknowledge all of her, she slid up to him and linked 
her hands behind his neck. He abruptly stopped dancing, and stared open-
mouthed at her. She moved up against him so there was a faint but undefined 
contact between their bodies; just enough to tease. "Is it just me or is it *hot* in 
here?" she whispered in her sexiest voice. He gaped at her.

"You have to go to the bathroom." It was Mark's voice. Mark was beside them.

"Uh...excuse me, I have to go to the bathroom, I'll be right back though!" 
Derrick pulled away from her, and raced off to the bathroom. Jennifer watched 
him rush off, then turned back to regard Mark. 

"Why'd you do that?" she asked, puzzled.

Mark walked back to the seats on the side of the room, and after a moments 
hesitation, Jennifer followed. He sat down, and she sat beside him, waiting.

"I thought you might need a break." he said finally, looking on to the dance 
floor. "I mean, you've been dancing for fifteen minutes already. I thought you 
might want to sit down or something."

Jennifer shrugged. "I wasn't really tired. Anyways, I could have taken a break 
by myself. No one was MAKING me dance. Derrick would have let me go if I 
had asked."

"Derrick." said Mark. "What do you think of him?" He faced her, his eyes lost in 
shadows.

She thought for a moment. "I...don't know." she said. "He seems kind of 
awkward, I guess. A little socially inexperienced. But nice, otherwise he would 
have probably felt me up by now." Jennifer considered this, and was surprised 
at how casually she reacted to the thought of Derrick feeling her up. She 
crossed her arms over her breasts, pressing the fabric against her nipples.

Mark turned away from her again. "I think you're doing too good a job." he said 
coldly. "You're teasing him too much. He's going to expect something."

Jennifer considered this, pulling the dark strands of hair from her eyes. "That's 
all right, isn't it?" she remarked. "After all, if he gets too demanding, you can 
always do some control thing to him, right? I mean, I hate to suggest it, but its 
an option. Anyway, I don't think he would do that. He seems like a gentleman. 
Too shy to go any further than I'll let him."

"And how far will you let him go?" demanded Mark.

"Mmm? Oh, I don't know....actually, it's been kind of fun so far. I suppose I'll 
have to stop eventually." She shrugged. "Who knows? I'll decide that when I 
get there." She peered at him. "What's wrong? I thought you liked me making 
a fool of myself in front of guys." 

Mark didn't say anything for a while, and Jennifer finally decided he wasn't 
going to answer. Finally, he said "This is different. I don't like Derrick."

"Why not?" she ventured.

He glared at her. "I just don't." And that was all he would say.

"Hi, Jen!" Jennifer heard the voice from above her. It was Darlene's voice. She 
looked up to see Darlene. Darlene's dark curly hair was in a disarray, probably 
from dancing, and she had goofy smile that undoubtedly came from being 
drunk.

Jennifer was acutely aware of Mark sitting beside her. "Hi, Darlene." she said 
quickly. "Look can I talk to you later?"

Darlene ignored her, dropping onto the seat beside her. "Why'd you stop 
dancing, Jennifer?" she asked, leaning back against the back of the seat and 
resting.

"Oh...I just got a little tired, that's all. Where's Amy and the others?" Jennifer 
wished desperately that Darlene would go away.

"Oh, them. They're over there, still dancing." Darlene pointed vaguely towards 
the dance floor. "I guess I got a lil' tired, too. Whatcha up to, Jen?" Darlene 
blinked at Jennifer, her eyes unfocused and dreamy.

"Me? Oh, nothing, really..." Jennifer started. Then she noticed Darlene was 
looking past her.
"Hi!" said Darlene.

"Hi." said Mark. He had entered his formal mode of talking again. "I'm Mark. 
You must be Darlene." He offered his hand, and when she put hers forward to 
shake it, he instead took her hand and kissed the back of it. Darlene giggled.

"Wow. What a gentleman." Darlene said. "Yes, I'm Darlene...Jen's roommate. 
Heh, but you probably know that already. Jen...Jennifer's told me about you." 
Darlene smiled and blinked.

Jennifer felt like she was in some weird dream. She leaned back and numbly 
followed the conversation that was occurring over her, feeling powerless to do 
anything but listen. 

Mark's wore a carefully neutral smile. "Oh? Hopefully good things." His eyes 
shifted quickly toward Jennifer, perhaps looking for a clue as to what Jennifer 
had told her.

"Not really anything." admitted Darlene, grinning. "Jen likes to keep her 
secrets. She's just mentioned your name. I didn't know you were going to be 
here. Jen didn't tell me." She gave Jennifer a sly poke with her elbow. Jennifer 
ignored it.

"Oh, she didn't know. It's just coincidence that we showed up at the same 
place at the same time." said Mark.

"Oh. Well, I guess I'll leave you two alone then. I can sense Jennifer wants me 
to take off." Darlene grinned at Jennifer, and was about to stand up, when she 
noticed Derrick hovering uncertainly near them. "Oh, hello." she said.

"Hi." muttered Derrick, or at least his lips moved. Then, louder. "Marcie...you 
wanna dance again?" His voice was a little bolder now. He's gaining 
confidence, thought Jennifer. Oh, god, how am I going to explain this to 
Darlene?

Darlene looked at her confused. "Marcie...?" she started.

"I'll tell you about it later." whispered Jennifer.

Darlene grinned widely. "Damn right, you will. I'll talk to you later, 'Marcie.'" 
She giggled, then stood and walked off.
Derrick watched them uncertainly. "Marcie?" he asked toward Jennifer, his 
voice uncertain and nervous.

Jennifer flashed him her brightest smile. "Ok, but why don't you get me a cup 
of punch first. Please?" He smiled back, and seemed almost grateful to go off 
and get her a drink. She watched him go.

"I had to do that." she explained to Mark. "I just know Darlene's going to be 
watching me now."

"I don't think so." observed Mark. He pointed over in the distance. Darlene was 
talking to some blonde guy, and seemed oblivious to anything but his words. 
"Looks like she has other things on her mind."

"Oh!" said Jennifer, watching them. "I hope she'll be okay. She's drunk, you 
know. I told her I'd watch out for her."

"Aw, she'll be all right." said Mark. "I know that guy; he's not the type that 
would take advantage of her. Don't worry, she's safe."

Jennifer looked back at Mark, regarding him openly with her dark eyes. "For a 
second there, I thought you were going to introduce yourself as my master or 
something." she said.

Mark shook his head and smiled. "No, no. Don't worry, Jennifer. I wouldn't do 
that to you." Then his smile faded. "Here comes Derrick." he said.

Derrick was returning, clasping a cup of punch like he held the holy grail. He 
held it out to her with a wide grin. Jennifer smiled in thanks as she took it, and 
drank it down, surprised at how thirsty she was. Dancing takes a lot out of you, 
she supposed.

The music had changed; the tempo had slowed down, and Jennifer could see 
that the people on the floor were dividing into couples. She saw Darlene slow-
dancing with her blonde guy.

Derrick followed her gaze, out to the people slow dancing. Then he turned 
back to her and offered his hand. "You wanna dance, Marcie?" he said, 
smiling sheepishly, as if expecting to be refused.


"Ok." she said, and took his hand. He led her out to the dance floor, and 
uncertainly started to put his hands around her waist, swaying at least a foot 
away from her.

What the heck, thought Jennifer, and she clasped her arms around him and 
pulled him close to her. After all, she was supposed to be turning him on, and 
slow dancing from a distance seemed so awkward anyhow. Their bodies 
pressed together. 

Jennifer could feel a hardness below against her waist; his erection. He's hard, 
she thought. Wow. He seemed uncomfortably aware of this, too, and tried to 
pull away, but she wouldn't let him. Instead, she started to move slightly, 
rubbing herself slightly against his hard-on. 

Wow, she thought, I hope Darlene doesn't see me. She'll think I'm a real slut. 
Jennifer grinned, and leaned her cheek against Derrick's shoulder, swaying 
back and forth in time to the music.

Derrick was tense against her, but gradually they fell into the rhythm of the 
music. At first his hands fell limply around her back, but as he became more 
confident, he started to hold her tighter. They swayed together.

"Wow." he whispered in her ear. "You're...you're really beautiful, Marcie..." 
Jennifer wondered whether he was really serious or if his words were just 
motivated by lust. In the end, she supposed it didn't really matter.

"Thanks." she whispered back.

She felt him sliding his hands up her back. If he needed confirmation that she 
wasn't wearing a bra, he received it when his hands couldn't find any straps. 
She hugged him, the pressure of his hard penis pressing into her. 

Well, she thought. I've succeeded in turning him on. The only problem was, 
she was a little turned on herself. She enjoyed her control over Derrick; her 
ability to make him hard, and to make him want her.

She knew she had to stop sometime. She didn't want to go too far. But as 
Derrick tightened his grip on her, and she felt the slickness develop between 
her legs, she hoped she would have the strength to resist her own temptation.


Abruptly, Derrick loosened his hold on her, and she looked up at him to see 
what was wrong. He was staring at her, his breath coming fast, and as he 
started to pull her to him again, she could feel his heart beating rapidly 
beneath his chest. He was slowly bringing his lips to hers. They were going to 
kiss.

This was wrong! It wasn't the way it was supposed to happen. A slow kiss 
while holding each other tight and slow dancing, that was a love thing, wasn't 
it? It was too romantic, too personal. What if it was his first kiss? What if it 
meant a lot to him? Jennifer didn't want to be some strangers first kiss. She 
twisted her head, moving her lips from their collision course with his.

She could feel his hurt, his feeling of being rejected. "I'm sorry, Marcie." he 
whispered. "I didn't mean to...."

"Shhh." she said, and his voice drifted away. They swayed together. Jennifer 
felt lost. She wasn't a seductress; she took things too seriously for that. And 
she felt bad for rejecting him. If only it hadn't been so perfect, then she would 
have kissed him.

"Derrick..." she said.

"Yeah?"

Jennifer leaned up and mashed her lips against his, pressing her body tightly 
against his hard-on. It wasn't a soft, romantic kiss; it was a hard, lustful kiss. A 
passionate kiss. How Jennifer imagined a slut would kiss. She could feel 
Derrick tense up like a statue against her; his lips were frozen with shock. As a 
final touch, as she withdrew her mouth, she let her tongue dart out and caress 
his lips. There, she thought with satisfaction, that should do it.

"What the fuck is this?" A voice, beside them. Mark's voice?

No, not Mark. Jacob's voice.

Jennifer recoiled from Derrick, gasping in shock, and spun to look beside 
them. It was Jacob, all right. His eyes were bloodshot and bulging, his muscles 
were tensed, and he was holding a beer bottle, which he took a chug of as she 
watched. He had two others with him. Jennifer didn't know either of them, but 
they both were big football players, and they were both obviously drunk.

"You little slut!" snarled Jacob. "You just can't keep your hands off any guy, 
can you?" He drank some more of the beer.

"Jacob, go away! You're drunk." said Jennifer. She wished Derrick would go 
away; Jacob wouldn't dare do anything to her, but he might do something to 
the man she had been kissing. But Derrick was frozen in his tracks, like an 
animal frozen in the headlights of an approaching truck.

"Drunk, damn right, I'm drunk, Jenny-fer. Fucking slut Cailly. I come looking for 
you, and how do I find you...fishing for another dick." He glared menacingly at 
Derrick.

"Who the hell are you?" asked Derrick, his voice quavering to be firm. Jennifer 
wanted to scream at him to shut up.

"Who am I? WHO AM I?" bellowed Jacob. People were staring now. "I'm her 
fucking boyfriend, is who I am! The boyfriend of the girl you were just 
frenching!"

"You have a boyfriend?" Derrick gaped at her.

"You're not my boyfriend, Jacob!" Jennifer shouted. She turned to Derrick. 
"Derrick, be quiet, ok? Please?" she pleaded.

"You fucking prick." growled Jacob, and he gave Derrick a shove. Derrick 
staggered backwards. Before Jennifer could react, Jacob had latched a hand 
around her wrist. "Come on, Jennerfer." he said. "I said we need to talk, now 
we're gonna talk, whether you want to or not." He started to pull her from the 
floor, ignoring her struggling.

Then, a shout. "What's going on here!" a voice demanded. Mark's voice. 
Jennifer gasped in relief. Always, always, he was there to save her.

Jacob glared at Mark. "Mind your own business, mother fucker!" he growled.

Mark took in the situation at a glance, and he smiled. He actually smiled. "I 
would prefer it if you called me 'master.'" he said casually.

Jacob glared at him. "I said, fuck off,...uh....master." Jacob's face contorted 
with confusion.

"Good." nodded Mark with a grin. "I would also like it if you would refer to 
yourself as 'this wretch.' I usually like things to be named as they are. Don't 
you?" Mark's grin was easy and confident. "Now let the girl go."

Jennifer felt Jacob's hand grow limp around her wrist. She quickly pulled out of 
his reach, and retreated to stand by Mark. Jacob, along with his two buddies, 
stared at Mark in drunken astonishment.

"Now, then. What seems to be the trouble? Perhaps we can work things out."

"Uh." said Jacob. He looked confused. "Well, you see, thas my girlfriend 
beside you, an' she wuz necking with some other guy, and...uh... this wretch 
was just gonna take her outside and have a talk with her..."

Mark whirled to face Jennifer. "You have a boyfriend?" he asked.

She shook her head. "He's not my boyfriend! He just thinks he is. Tell him to 
go home, would you, Mark? Tell him to go home and sleep it off."

Mark shook his head. He had a malevolent glint in his eye as he looked back 
on Jacob and his two friends. "No, I don't think so. Let's try and work things 
out. Where's the guy Jennifer was kissing?" Mark quickly spotted Derrick. 
"Derrick! You can see and hear me now. Come over here."

Compelled by Mark's power, Derrick walked forward. He twitched nervously, 
glancing at Jacob and his friends uneasily.

"This is the guy?" Mark looked at Jacob, and pointed at Derrick. Jacob 
nodded.

"Mark, what are you doing? Please, just let this end." begged Jennifer. She 
had thought Mark would stop things, but it appeared that he was having too 
much fun manipulating the situation.

"Quiet, Jennifer." And Jennifer felt his power catching hold of her. When she 
opened her mouth, her voice wouldn't work. She closed her mouth again and 
waited.

"Now, then, Derrick. Let's hear your side of the story. What was happening 
between you and Jennifer?"

"It wasn't me!" babbled Derrick. "I don't even know any Jennifer..."

Mark rolled his eyes. "I meant Marcie. Marcie is her nickname, her real name 
is Jennifer." Mark flashed Jennifer a quick smile.

"Oh." said Derrick, also glancing at Jennifer. Then he started babbling again. "I 
didn't know she had a boyfriend, otherwise I wouldn't have done anything, 
honest! I swear I didn't know."

Mark shook his head critically. "What kind of a loser are you?" he said, his 
voice edged in contempt. "Don't be a wimp! Stand up for the woman. This is 
Jennifer! Don't you think she's worth fighting three guys for, even guys as big 
as these three?"

Mark must have used his power, because Derrick's eyes became as hard as 
steel. He pointed a finger level at Jacob. "Hey." he said, his voice flat and 
dangerous. "You leave Jennifer alone."

Jacob grunted and lunged for Derrick, but Mark simply said "Freeze." and 
Jacob froze where he was. "Let's take this outside." said Mark. "You three, 
Derrick, and you, too, Jennifer. Follow me."

It was not a compulsion, at least not for Jennifer, but Mark must have known 
she would follow anyway, just to see what he would do. Jennifer strained 
against the bond he had put on her mind, but as hard as she tried she could 
not speak. She mutely followed them out into the parking lot. Mark walked 
them over to a secluded corner.

"Now then." said Mark. "I see only one solution here. You're going to have to 
fight for Jennifer. It's the only way to decide things." Mark peeked at Jennifer, 
smiling. She was trying to scream at him, but couldn't make the noise. 

"This wretch against him?" asked Jacob eagerly, sizing up Derrick and 
apparently not finding much.

"I'll gladly fight him for Jennifer." declared Derrick fearlessly, balling his hands 
into fists.

"No, not you against him." Mark answered Jacob. He waved at Jacob's two 
friends. "All three of you against him." Jennifer's mouth fell open. She prayed 
Mark wasn't serious; they would kill Derrick.
Derrick wilted slightly, then pulled himself together. "I'll gladly fight all three of 
them for Jennifer." he swore.

"Let's go, then." said Jacob.

"Wait!" said Mark. He grinned. "One more thing to make this fair." He turned to 
Jacob and his two friends. "You three. Every time Derrick touches you, it will 
feel like he is burning you. Ok?" Jacob and his two friends watched him in 
confusion; they did not understand. But that was all right. They would soon 
enough. Mark nodded. "Very good. Let the games begin!"

Jennifer was tugging hard on Mark's arm. "Urg!" she managed to croak.

"Don't worry, Jenny." Mark told her, grinning. "This'll be over soon enough." He 
stood back to watch, and Jennifer, helpless and silent, watched with him.

Jacob strolled over towards Derrick. Derrick lunged in with a clumsy punch, 
and Jacob easily avoided it. He brought his fist up into Derrick's gut. Derrick 
grunted as the air was forced from his lungs.

Jacob, on the other hand, screamed.

He pulled his hand away, and it was bright red, blisters forming on its surface. 
He staggered back in shock. Jacob's two friends stared, astonished.

Derrick recovered, and popped a blow toward one of the football player's 
cheeks. It connected, and the football player staggered back, clutching his 
cheek. Jennifer could see that it was also burnt, like Jacob's hand. The  third 
guy backhanded Derrick, and Derrick fell, his lip split and bleeding. But the 
third guy's hand was also burnt.

Derrick was apparently smart enough to figure out what was going on, 
because his next act wasn't to try another punch; instead he walked up to the 
third guy and threw his arms around the guy's body. 

The guy screamed, and struggled to free himself, finally breaking Derrick's 
grip. Instead of retaliating, he stared wide-eyed at Derrick, then turned and ran. 
Jacob and the second guy took in the situation, and followed their comrade in 
beating a hasty retreat, Jacob clutching his swollen fist. Soon all three were 
lost in the distance.

Derrick looked proudly at Jennifer. "I've won you." he declared, his lip bleeding 
onto his shirt. Jennifer felt like crying, but she managed to keep it in. Why me? 
she asked herself. Why always for me?

"No." Mark told Derrick. "Jennifer is mine. You will go back to your bedroom 
and go to sleep. When you wake up, you will remember all of this as a distant 
dream." And with that, Derrick's eyes blurred, and he turned and staggered 
away.

And then it was just Mark and Jennifer, alone in the darkness. Mark turned to 
her. A tear had succeeded in making its way down her cheek, and Mark wiped 
it off with a finger.

"Don't cry, Jennifer." he sighed. He took her in his arms; she was powerless to 
resist, and now the tears were spilling down her cheeks, staining his shirt, as 
she cried soundlessly. "It's not you, it's me." Mark whispered to her. 
"Sometimes I'm a twisted bastard. The power... well, it makes it easy to hurt. 
Far easier to hurt than to help." He hugged her. "Speak, Jennifer. I can't stand 
it when you're quiet."

And she could speak again. She could hear herself cry, hear herself sobbing 
like a child. She suppressed her tears, pushing them away and reducing them 
to sniffles and stained cheeks. "Why'd you do it?" she whispered. "Why'd you 
make them fight?"

"I don't know." he said back. "I don't know. Jennifer..." and pulled away from 
her, staring down into her eyes. "Kiss me, Jennifer." But she could only stare 
into his eyes, helplessly. She couldn't kiss him.

"Kiss me, Jennifer." he said again, and this time his power washed over her 
mind. Compelled, she stretched up and pressed her lips to his. After a couple 
seconds of contact, she pulled back again. Staring at him wordlessly, waiting 
for his next order.

Mark sighed. It was a deep, lonely sound, like the howl of a wolf in the 
distance. He pulled away from her, shaking his head. "Jennifer. Close your 
eyes and count to twenty." he ordered.

It was his power again, and she closed her eyes, counting as ordered.

And when she opened her eyes, she was all alone.
CONTROLLING JENNIFER VII

TAKING IT EASY (Pt. 1)


It was the day after the dance. Jennifer hadn't really intended to go running; 
she hadn't even set her alarm to get up in the morning, thinking she would 
sleep late after the events of the previous night. However, come the next 
morning, she found herself wide awake at eight, and she really had nothing 
planned to do. So she decided to run.  

Jennifer hadn't gone running since the first day she had met Mark. At first it 
had been fear. Fear and shame. She hadn't wanted to risk bumping into Mark 
again, and even more, she had been afraid she would run into the student with 
the notebook and the disheveled hair-do, or the man with his dog, the ones 
she had seen that day. The ones that had seen her that first day, when Mark 
had her going around the park acting like a wanton slut.  

"Damn Mark." she muttered as she pulled on her shorts. Sometimes, she 
wondered how she had ever come to stop hating him. He had made her do so 
many things she hadn't wanted to do. He had turned her life completely 
upside-down. At times, he had made her life a living hell. "I think I still hate him 
a little bit." she said to herself. "I'm just not scared of him anymore."  

Jennifer felt like running. That had been her time to think, while she was 
running, and if she ever needed to think, it was then. The night before seemed 
more like a dream than anything else. When confronted with the daylight, it 
hardly seemed real. So much had happened. She had so much conflicting 
emotions to resolve.  

As Jennifer was lacing up her shoes, she glanced at Darlene lying comatose in 
the opposite bed. That was another reason to go running; eventually, Darlene 
would wake up, and from experience, Jennifer knew that Darlene usually had 
very bad hangovers. It was better to disappear and come back after she had 
recovered somewhat. Jennifer tightened her shoelaces, and quietly slipped out 
the door. 

It was a nice day to go running; cold, but not too cold. Despite the time, 
Jennifer felt very awake, and full of energy. The dorm was  empty, as it usually 
was early in the morning, and Jennifer slipped out without seeing much of 
anyone. 
Someone was in the lobby reading the morning paper, and he glanced at her 
as she walked by. Jennifer didn't know him, so she just smiled and walked 
past.  

It was about a five-minute walk to the track, and she spent the time taking in 
her surroundings. It really was a nice day, and it made her feel a lot better over 
what had happened the night before. She listened to the birds chirping in the 
trees, and watched them fly overhead. The sun felt nice on her skin; it was still 
kind of cold, but that only seemed to make the sun feel warmer.  

She reached the path that made its way through the park area of the campus, 
and took a quick look around for anyone she might want to avoid. The park 
was fairly deserted; she saw more squirrels than people, and didn't see 
anyone she knew. Jennifer strolled down the path, humming a slow song she 
had heard the night before. 

She thought about the last time she had come this way, when she had first 
met Mark. I never actually did make it to the track, she reminded herself. Her 
mind idled on a squirrel jumping from branch to branch, almost following her. 

Deep down, Jennifer knew she was pushing back what she needed to think 
about, but that was all right. It could wait until she started running. For now, 
she would just enjoy the simple beauty of early-morning nature. Carefree, 
without human interference.  

Before she knew it, she had walked through the park and was on the track. A 
couple other runners were running laps, and they all looked faster and more 
serious than she was. "Just take it easy." she reminded herself. "You haven't 
run for awhile, Jennifer. Let your body get used to it." She moved over to stand 
behind the line that usually determined the beginning and end of her laps, and 
did a few token stretches. "You know, Jennifer." she said. "You sure talk to 
yourself a lot more now." She laughed, and started to run.  

Her pace was fairly slow, but she planned to make it up in distance. During the 
first half of the first lap, she could feel her legs readjusting themselves to the 
exercise. It felt good. Her body settled into a nice pace, and soon her mind 
was free to wander.  

And as she had expected, her mind drifted to the night before, and Mark. The 
whole thing was losing its reality now; it seemed more like a bad dream than 
anything else. 
She hoped she would never see Derrick again; the image of him with his lip 
bleeding and an expression of complete devotion on his face was burnt into 
her mind. Jennifer knew that if she ever saw him again, that image would flash 
before her eyes. 

She would undoubtedly see Jacob again, with his burnt hand, and she wasn't 
looking forward to that either. He was becoming so different; Jennifer 
remembered him earlier in the year as just a nice guy, always saying hello to 
her, always ready to give her a hand. He had accepted it before, when she had 
gently told him she wasn't looking for a boyfriend.  

"It's amazing what a little good sex will do." Jennifer murmured. There was no 
doubt Jacob was obsessed with her now. The way he had acted the night 
before, with a little alcohol thrown in...it was insane. HE was insane. Jennifer 
had never had to deal with a guy like that before. She didn't know what to do.  

Maybe Mark...? She had asked herself that question over and over before, but 
had never really considered it. Before, she had thought Jacob was something 
she could deal with herself. Now, she wasn't so sure. And after all, it would be 
child's play for Mark to use his power...  

Morally, she wasn't quite sure where she stood on the whole thing. Would it be 
wrong to have Mark use his power on Jacob? It seemed like it should be, but 
Jennifer couldn't see how it would be that wrong. After all, Mark had saved her 
from being almost raped by using his power, and she certainly didn't find 
anything wrong with that. How was this any different? Jacob was becoming 
more and more demanding of her, and he might eventually become 
dangerous. Jennifer was just watching out for herself, right? Anyhow, Jacob 
would be better off to just forget her; there was no way she would ever be for 
him what he wanted.  

Unfortunately, all this just sounded like justification to Jennifer. Could she 
justify using Mark to take away someone else's free will? Was it right? She 
couldn't decide.  

Mark, as usual, remained an enigma. He was always mysterious to her, his 
motives incomprehensible. Whenever she felt like she was getting a feel for 
the way he thought, he would turn around and do something completely 
opposite to what she thought he would do. At the dance, it seemed like he 
should have liked it when she started doing what he wanted without him using 
his power. 
Yet, he had turned cold, and had taken a complete and irrational dislike to 
Derrick. What was wrong with Mark? Jennifer wished she could understand 
him.  

Mark had said she was doing too good a job, but what did that mean? Why 
was that a bad thing? Shouldn't that have pleased him?  

Jennifer found her mind lingering over the images of dancing with Derrick, 
pretending to seduce him, and she found the images very tantalizing. Though 
she hated to admit it, even to herself, she had enjoyed herself. It was like Mark 
said, it wasn't like she was really truly being a slut. After all, sluts were sluts 
because all they wanted was sex, right? But that hadn't been Jennifer's 
motivation at all. She had just been giving Derrick a night to remember.  

"Making his dreams come true." she grinned. It was true that she had enjoyed 
acting the role of a seductress the night before, and she discovered she was 
actually looking forward to her next experience with Mark, her next 'game of 
controlling Jennifer', as he referred to their sessions together. This was 
probably the strangest thing to realize about the previous night. She had given 
herself to Mark's control of her own free will, and she had enjoyed it.  

For a moment, she actually thought of doing it all by herself. What if I just 
choose a guy, and try to pick him up? she asked herself. Just like Derrick? As 
soon as she realized she was thinking it, she disposed of the idea. It wouldn't 
be the same without Mark. It really WOULD be slutty. Plus, she didn't want to 
get into another mess like Jacob.  

Jennifer realized that she had lost count of how many laps she had run, and 
she was getting tired. Oh, well, that was probably enough anyhow. She ran to 
the next line on the track, and stopped, breathing hard. Sweat dribbled down 
into her eyes, and she pushed her hair back to keep it from dripping on her 
face. One more time around the track, this time walking. As she walked, she 
thought about Mark and his power. 

The one thing she worried about him was that sometime he would get mad at 
her, and use his power against her like he had used it against Jacob and 
Derrick. He seemed to genuinely care about her, but that didn't mean he 
wouldn't lose his temper and make her do something awful.   

The sun was beating down on her as she walked along the track, and she 
started to long for the shady trees in the park. 
Finally, she left the track, took a drink of cool water at the nearby water 
fountain, and made her way into the park, walking under the trees instead of 
on the path.  

It seemed as if Mark was expecting her. He waited, sitting on one of the 
benches, watching her as she approached. He said nothing, and his 
expression was unreadable.  

When she was almost to his bench, he spoke. "Hello, Jennifer." he said.  

"Hi, Mark." she stood uncertainly next to the bench, acutely aware of how 
sweaty she was, waiting for him to speak.  

"Can we talk, Jenny?" he asked.  

Jennifer nodded. "Okay." she said, and she sat next to him on the bench. A 
cool breeze blew through the shady group of trees, and she shivered. "How did 
you know I would be here?" she asked.  

He smiled slightly. "Oh, you always used to come through here at about the 
same time on saturdays, to go running. I used to come down here and watch 
you go by, before I first came up to you." He lapsed into silence again. Jennifer 
watched him for a moment, waiting to see if he would say anything more. 
When he didn't, she contented herself with looking at the other people in the 
park. Some others had arrived while she had been running: a student reading 
a book, a lady walking her dog, another group of students sitting on the grass 
talking.  

"Jennifer..." Mark finally spoke. "Do I scare you?"  

The question startled her, and she looked at him to see if he wore his 
confident grin, to see if he was playing another game. He didn't seem to be; 
his eyes blinked distantly at the grass. He seemed to be deep in thought. "Not 
you, really..." Jennifer finally answered. "I'm a little scared of your power, 
sometimes."  

"You know I would never hurt you, Jennifer. Not even with my power." he said

"I know." she answered simply. "Not intentionally, anyway...but what if I do 
something to make you mad? How do I know you wouldn't use it on me then? 
You might..." She let her voice trail away.  
"Oh, Jenny. I won't get mad at you. You have to trust me."  

Jennifer watched a jogger go past them. "You say that, Mark, and probably you 
mean it, but how do I know? You have so much power...how do I know you 
won't lose your temper and use it on me?" He answered this question with 
silence, and Jennifer sighed and waited.  

Finally he spoke. "I wish I could get you to trust me." he whispered.  

Jennifer felt something within her leap. Was this the same guy she had 
thought a monster? She couldn't help but smile. If he was an ordinary guy, she 
would have thought he was being incredibly sweet. But he wasn't ordinary, and 
she still didn't trust him completely. She still remembered the fight from the 
night before, and how Mark seemed to enjoy making them fight over her. 
"Mark." she said. "In order for me to trust you, you'll have to show me that you 
trust me."  

Finally, she got him to look at her. "How?" he asked.  

"Tell me who you are." She said, her voice becoming intense. "Tell me about 
yourself. I know your name is Mark, but that's all. Let's just talk, okay? I want to 
find out about you."   

Mark turned away from her. "No." he said. "All you need to know is my name is 
Mark, and I'm your master."  

"Darn it, Mark!" she burst, startling both him and herself. She forced her voice 
down. "Mark, if you're going to be stubborn about this, then we aren't going to 
get anywhere. You say you want me to trust you, but you won't treat me like a 
human being. Please, Mark. Enough of this master/slave thing, okay? At least 
not today. Let's just be friends today, all right?"  

She waited for him to answer, but he only stared silently at the ground. Finally 
she sighed and stood. He looked up at her. "Come on, Mark." she said firmly, 
and picked up his hand. "Let's go play one of your games, okay? And while 
we're doing that, we can talk, all right?" She tugged at his hand, while he 
stared at her, looking at her as if she had gone mad. Finally, he shrugged.

"All right, Jennifer. Another game." As he spoke, she noticed that his confident 
grin was appearing on her face. That meant he had an idea. She waited, 
hoping it would be something she would be willing to do.  
"Here's what we're going to do, Jennifer." he said, starting to lead her through 
the park. "You want to know more about me. Okay, I'll answer your questions. 
But here's the deal. First you have to kiss someone here in the park." He 
seemed to consider this for a second, then nodded his approval. "For each 
person you kiss, I'll answer a question."  

"Anyone?" she asked. That didn't sound too bad. She looked around at the 
others in the park. She saw a couple guys, but didn't know any of them.  

"Anyone." he said. "Even girls."  

"Ew." she grimaced. "I'll stay with guys, thank you."  

He frowned. "It's your choice. I haven't finished the rules, though. You can 
initiate the kiss, but you can't be the one who breaks it. If he holds the kiss for 
an hour, you'll have to keep kissing him for an hour. And while he's kissing 
you, you'll let him do anything to you that he wants. He can run his hands all 
over you if he wants. But once he breaks the kiss, you're free again. All right?"  

Jennifer nodded, feeling the fear and excitement build within her. She wasn't 
sure she was going to be able to do it, but the idea intrigued her. "I'll try. But 
you have to be there to help me if anything goes wrong, okay?"  

"Of course, Jennifer." he said. "Shall we begin?"  

"All right." she said. "First question: what's your full name? The truth."  

He grinned, and shook his head. "I'm afraid not, Jennifer. First you have to kiss 
someone. Remember?" Then his eyes went wide as Jennifer put her arms 
around him and pressed her lips against his. He broke the kiss fast, faster than 
she had expected. She couldn't help but smile at his look of shock.  

"I'm disappointed." she murmured. "You could have done anything you wanted 
to me while I was kissing you. You just wasted a good opportunity."  

He pulled away from her. "I can do anything to you anytime I want, slave 
Jennifer." He snapped.  

She just grinned. "Your name? Come on, Mark. You can't say that didn't 
count."  

He scowled at her, and for a moment she thought he would refuse to answer. 
Finally, he growled. "Mark Robert Antonio." He turned away from Jennifer's 
triumphant grin.  

Mark started to walk again, and Jennifer followed him along. "Mark Robert 
Antonio." she said, smiling at him from behind. "So that's what it is. Mark 
Robert Antonio. Mark Robert Antonio."  

He turned around. "Yes, that's it. That's what it is. Jennifer, kneel down, take 
my hands and kiss each of my fingers. After each finger, bow and say your full 
name." He was using his power, and Jennifer felt it sweep over her and block 
out her will to resist. 

She fell to her knees, and took his left hand in hers. After she kissed each 
finger, she prostrated herself on the ground and said her name. "Jennifer Anne 
Cailly. Jennifer Anne Cailly." First the left hand, then the right. Finally she 
looked up at him. He was grinning.  

"That oughta teach you to act too triumphant. Remember, Jennifer, that no 
matter what information you get about me, I can always still control you."  

Jennifer ignored his words. She sat down on the ground, and turned away 
from him. "This is what I meant." she said, her voice cold. "You lost your 
temper, and you used your power on me. This is exactly why I can't trust you."  

"What?" asked Mark. He knelt down beside her. "Oh, come on, Jenny! I didn't 
hurt you, now did I? Come on, look at me. I really wasn't that mad." He tried to 
put his arm over her shoulders, but she shrugged it off.  

"No, you didn't hurt me, but you could have." She said, her voice still icy. She 
thought about whether she should pretend to start crying, but didn't think she 
would be able to do it convincingly.  

"Oh, Jennifer." he sighed. "Please...I promise...I won't use my power on you 
anymore today, all right? Does that make you feel better? Come on and stand 
up, let's play the game some more."  

She reluctantly allowed him to turn her head, and then allowed him to take her 
hand and help her up. Meanwhile, she fought to keep from smiling, fought to 
keep the reluctant, hurt expression on her face. I can control him, too, she 
thought to herself, and a small smile creeped unbidden onto her face.  
They started walking along again. Mark started talking, saying what a nice day 
it was, and how it was nice that the sun was shining. Jennifer wasn't really 
paying attention, her mind was swept up in thoughts of Mark, thinking of what 
questions she wanted to ask him, and enjoying her small triumph over him.  

After a while, she noticed a man sunbathing in the middle of a grassy stretch. 
He was fairly attractive, a tall man with dark eyes and a firm, athletic build. And 
best of all, he was alone. "I see someone." she murmured.  

"What?" asked Mark, glancing at her, then followed her eyes to the man 
sunbathing.  

"Wait here." said Jennifer, and she released Mark's hand. She explained "It'll 
make it harder if he sees me with another guy." She didn't wait for Mark's 
answer, but started to walk over to the man. Her stomach was flip-flopping, 
and she really had no idea what she was going to do. She wondered if she 
would really have the guts to go through with it.  

"Time to improvise." she said to herself, and then she was standing beside the 
guy. She shifted nervously, not sure how to start.  

She didn't need to. The guy looked up at her. "You're standing in my sun." he 
said.  

"Sorry." breathed Jennifer, and she sat down beside the guy. "I'm Marcie." she 
said. She didn't like the way the guy smiled at her, and the way his eyes 
wandered over her body in frank appraisal. His eyes had a predatory look 
about them, and he seemed to like what he saw. Jennifer couldn't help but feel 
like she had just jumped into his spider web.  

"Hi, Marcie." he said. "I'm Greg." He shifted onto his side to face her, his 
muscles flexing even with this simple motion. "What can I do for you?"  

Jennifer had no idea what to say. "I just saw you here...sunning yourself..." she 
began, trying to come up with something. "I thought it looked relaxing." she 
finished lamely.  

Greg smiled, an easy, casual smile. Mark had his power, but this man had a 
power of his own. It was in his confidence. "Want to join me?" he asked. He 
pulled something from behind him. It was a bottle of sun-tan lotion. "I have 
plenty of extra sunscreen." he said.  
"Uh..." Jennifer tried to think of an appropriate response. "I was jogging..."  

"Oh, don't worry." His voice easily slid in and interrupted hers. "You're not 
really dressed for it, but you can tie your shirt off...that'll give you a little extra 
tan on your stomach. It's very relaxing, Marcie...here, let me help you." Before 
she knew it, she was on her stomach, and he was inching her t-shirt up her 
body. His touch was very methodical and gentle. 

"Just sit back and relax." he said, and something about his hands made her 
feel more relaxed. He lifted her shirt to the point where her back was exposed 
up to the black lycra top that bound her breasts. Then he was massaging sun- 
tan lotion into her lower back.  

"You have a beautiful body." he murmured. His voice had a gentle, hypnotic 
quality to it, and Jennifer felt herself relaxing under his touch. She idly 
wondered how many women he had seduced. What was funny was that she 
was supposed to be seducing him.  

"You don't mind me telling you how attractive I think you are, do you?" he 
whispered near her ear. "It's not a come-on or anything...I just think you have a 
very attractive body."  

"No..." she sighed. "I don't mind." She felt him gently prod her with his fingers, 
and she sensed he wanted her to turn over. She let him push her over, and he 
started rubbing sun-tan lotion on her stomach.  

"Your stomach is so firm." he said. "I can tell that you exercise." His 
massaging was more of a caress now, and he was slowly inching up her body, 
until he was rubbing sun-tan lotion just below her breasts. She waited, 
wondering if he would actually touch her breasts, but he didn't. She felt his 
hands move away, and then his hand brushed her cheek. She opened her 
eyes.  

His face was so close to her, she could smell him. There was something 
sexual about his scent, and Jennifer felt overpowered by his closeness. "You 
really are gorgeous." he said. "Can I kiss you?" She could only nod.  

At first she told herself, all she had to do was wait until he pulled away, and 
then she was done. She could go back to Mark. But Greg kissed her in a long, 
lingering kiss, and as he did so, his hands ran up and down her back and 
sides, making her feel weak. 
When he finally broke away, she could only sigh in pleasure, and lay back as 
he started to press his lips against her neck. 

His arm enveloped her, and pulled her to him, his hand roaming up and down 
her back. Finally he let her lie back in the grass, while he leaned over her and 
smiled. His hand creeped like a spider up her side, and slipped almost 
imperceptibly over her left breast. A shiver of pleasure and excitement raced 
through her at this forbidden touch.  

"Want to go to my place?" he murmured. His other hand was tracing circles on 
her leg, drifting up her shorts and sliding over her thigh.  

"Ooh." she said. Then she remembered what she was supposed to be doing. 
"Oh! I'm sorry, I can't..." She sat up quickly, and pushed him back. He did not 
seem particularly shocked, only displeased. "I'm really sorry, Greg...maybe 
another time, okay?" She blinked at him for a moment, trying to shake free of 
her desire, and rushed off before he could answer.  

"Suit yourself." she heard him say behind her. When she looked back, he was 
on his back again, eyes closed, sunning himself.  

Jennifer looked around for Mark. She finally saw him sitting under a nearby 
tree, waiting. She walked over, and he stood just before she reached him. His 
eyes appraised her.  

"You seemed to enjoy that." he said, his voice very neutral, and he took her 
hand. Jennifer mutely allowed him to lead her away.


CONTROLLING JENNIFER VIII

TAKING IT EASY (Pt. 2)


Jennifer let Mark lead her, waiting for him to say something. They walked 
across the grass and finally stopped in a nearby copse of trees. Jennifer took a 
quick glance backwards to see if the guy was watching her with Mark, but he 
had settled back and was leisurely tanning himself. She felt a little 
disappointed.  


Mark pulled at her, turning her back around to face him, his hands settling 
around her waist. He was smiling, and the shadows of the leaves above them 
played across his face. "For a moment there, I thought I would need to go in 
and rescue you." he said. "You were supposed to be seducing him, Jennifer, 
not the other way around."  

She looked away and smiled in embarrassment. "He was very... persuasive..." 
she murmured.   

"Uh huh." Mark grinned.  

Her eyes flickered back to Mark's face. "I get to ask you another question." she 
reminded him.  

"All right." he said. "Let's sit down." He released her and sat down, his back 
against the trunk of the tree they were under. Jennifer settled down beside 
him, folding her knees in front of her and wrapping her arms around her legs. 
She squeezed them to her chest, feeling the leftover excitement from kissing 
Greg sparkle in her stomach. It made her feel restless.  

"I want to know how you got your power." she said to Mark.  

"I already told you, first time we met." he said. "I just got it one day. Wished for 
it so hard that it finally came to me."  

Jennifer sighed. "Yeah, but there must be more. Tell me the whole story." she 
pressed. "Tell me all about your power, Mark. I want to know. Tell me how you 
knew you had it. Tell me what you did. Tell me about the other women you've 
controlled."   

He was silent, and his smile faded rapidly. Jennifer watched him, curious at his 
strange reaction. Finally he spoke. "I can't tell you that, Jennifer. Not yet. 
Maybe someday, but not right now."  

If anything, this made Jennifer even more curious. "Come on, Mark." she said, 
leaning against him. "Tell me. I really want to know."  

He shrugged her away. "No." he growled. "Ask something else, Jennifer." 
Jennifer pulled away from him, and turned her head to silently observe his 
profile. He was frowning, and his eyes were dark and scowling. 

Jennifer decided she shouldn't push the issue any more, and quickly came up 
with another question, one that had also been on her mind.  

"Am I the only one?" she asked.  

Mark's eyes returned to reality, and he looked at her, surprised. "Only one 
what?"  

"The only one you're controlling right now." she said. "Your only 'slave.'"  

He turned to watch a lady walking in the distance. His nod was almost 
imperceptible, but Jennifer caught it. "Of course." he said quietly. "There's only 
one of you, Jennifer."  

"Good." she said.  

The silence grew between them. Jennifer watched Mark, waiting to see if he 
would say anything, but he seemed to be retreating into his own thoughts. 
Absent-mindedly, he picked up a leaf and started to shred it in his fingers, 
methodically picking it into tiny portions. 

Jennifer watched him do this until her eyes wandered away, and she found 
herself watching a squirrel scurry up and down a tree off in the distance. It 
seemed to be dancing around the trunk with no purpose. 

As she watched, it scurried around, and then froze. It remained suspended for 
a moment, then scampered up the tree. She lost it in the leaves, and then saw 
it again, running like mad toward the end of a branch. It took a flying leap, 
soared through the air, and landed evenly on a nearby branch. Jennifer 
gasped, waiting for it to lose its balance and fall, and then laughed when it 
didn't.  

"What?" asked Mark.  

"Squirrels are funny." she said. "I was just watching that one over there."  

"Squirrels are crazy." Mark observed, as the squirrel tore through the tree at 
lightning speed.  

"I'd like to be a squirrel." Jennifer said. "It looks like fun."  

Mark nodded. "Jumping from branch to branch, looking down on everyone 
from above, being able to run up trees."  

"It just looks like it would be a rush." she said. She turned to grin at Mark. "Can 
you make me a squirrel?"  

"I can make you think you're a squirrel."  

Jennifer shook her head, smiling. "Not the same." she told him. She looked 
over to find the squirrel again, and saw two little boys standing under the tree. 
They both looked to be about six or seven, and the bigger blond one was 
instructing the dark-haired one to gather a pile of rocks.   

"Look at those two boys." Jennifer poked Mark with her elbow to get his 
attention. "What're they doing?"  

"Gathering ammo." Mark observed. Sure enough, the blond one picked up a 
pebble and happily whipped it at the squirrel. He missed completely, but 
Jennifer was still annoyed.  

"Those stupid little boys." she said. "Come on, Mark, let's go talk to them." She 
stood and brushed the grass off her shorts. Mark stood uncertainly next to her 
and followed her as she walked over to the boys.  

"What are you planning to do?" he asked.  

"I don't know. Talk to them?" Jennifer glanced back at Mark as she walked. 
"Maybe you can use your power?"  

"I will if I need to."  

Jennifer thought about this, and decided he was probably right. She could 
handle a couple of little kids by herself. The blonde kid turned to look at them 
as they approached; his face was covered with freckles, and his smile held a 
happy arrogance that made Jennifer instantaneously think he was a brat. 
"What are you doing?" she demanded.  

"Foolin' around." he answered, and as if to emphasize it, he hurled a rock up at 
the squirrel. He turned back to them and grinned widely.  

"Stop that!" said Jennifer. "Stop throwing rocks at that poor squirrel!"  
The child only sneered. "You ain't my mother." he told her, and threw another 
rock. Jennifer felt the urge to smack the little brat.  

Mark spoke. "Why don't you throw rocks at your little friend instead? And he 
can throw rocks back at you!" The child's eyes flickered blankly, and then he 
grinned and picked up a particularly big rock. The dark-haired kid was running 
towards them with another load of rocks.  

Jennifer hit Mark. Her fist connected with his shoulder, hard enough to hurt, 
and Mark turned to look at her, more surprised than actually hurt. "Stop them." 
she told him, and although she didn't say anything else, the threat in her eyes 
was perfectly clear. Stop them, or I'll hate you forever. 

"Stop!" said Mark, and the blonde-haired kid froze in mid- throw. Both kids 
turned to look at Mark. "Don't throw rocks, both of you. Don't throw them at 
anything. Find some nicer way to have fun."  

The kids stared at Mark and Jennifer for a moment, then they both grinned, 
and started to run off. "Wait!" called Jennifer. Both kids stopped, and Jennifer 
walked over to the dark-haired one. She knelt down beside him. "I'm Jennifer." 
she said. "What's your name?"  

The kid only blinked at her. "He's Jeff!" the blonde one chimed.  

"You're very cute." Jennifer told him. "Can I kiss you?"  

"Ewwww!!! Gross!!!" said Jeff, squirming, and he started to turn away, but 
before he could, Jennifer threw her arms around him and planted a kiss on his 
tiny lips. He pulled away quickly and ran away from her. "Gross! Gross! 
Gross!" he howled.  

"She kissed you! She kissed you!" taunted the blonde. "Now you gotta marry 
her!" There was more, more childish teasing and name- calling, but Jennifer 
turned her back on them and looked at Mark.  

"How dare you." she said, glaring at him.  Her voice was low and cold. "They're 
just children. How dare you use your power on them."  

He only nodded, his eyes holding hers. "Uh huh. Don't take the moral high 
ground with me. You wanted to wipe that smile off the kids face just as much 
as I did. Only difference, is that I had the power to do something about it."  
As Jennifer looked into his dark, unrepentant eyes, she was torn by conflicting 
emotions. Half of her wanted to kick him right in the balls, to see him crumple 
to the ground in shock and pain. The other half of her, for some reason, 
wanted to cry. It was all the same with Mark, every time she talked to him. It 
was always him with his power, and his lack of any scruples in using it. 

Jennifer knew she shouldn't be surprised anymore by what he said and did, 
but it always managed to catch her unawares. She always fell into the trap of 
thinking of him as a regular person, sometimes even as a friend. But he was 
not a regular person, and he had no regard for other human beings. Including 
her. Jennifer felt like something was ripping her in two inside.  

Mark must have seen it in her face, because his expression immediately 
became one of concern. "Are you all right, Jenny? What's wrong?"  

"You." she said simply. "You're wrong." And she turned and started to walk 
away. Her face felt like she was going to cry, but she felt completely empty 
inside. Devoid of tears.  

"Jennifer!" she heard him call. He ran up next to her. "Jennifer, please... listen 
to me, huh? Look, I'm sorry...I'm so used to having the power, I just use it 
without thinking. Look, Jennifer, would you stop?"  

"You'll never change." she said as she walked. She didn't look at Mark, and 
was talking more to herself than to him. "You'll always be Mark. Mark, with the 
power to have anything that he wants. Mark, who doesn't care about anyone."  

"Jennifer!" he said, and he stopped in front of her. She angled to go around 
him, but he put his arms around her. She felt herself caught in his embrace, 
and tried for a moment to resist. But it was weak resistance, and after a 
moment, she let herself collapse in his arms. 

Now's the time to cry, some distant part of her mind said. If you cry now, you'll 
hold him in your palm forever. Play games of controlling Mark. But it all 
seemed pointless at the moment, and that made her feel more torn up than 
before. She wondered why she felt so much comfort from being in his arms, 
when he was the one that had made her feel this way in the first place.  

Mark was speaking. "I know it seems like I don't care about anything... like I'm 
the worst person in the world. It's the way it's always been for me, Jennifer. I 
had my power, and that power put me above everyone else." 
"Try to understand how it is for me. I've never had to play the game...all I ask 
for is mine. Life has always been a joke for me. I can have anything I want. 
It...it just makes it easy to think about only yourself. I'm trying, Jennifer, really I 
am. Please, just give me time."  

"You can't have me." she whispered, her chin resting on his shoulder. "I'll do 
whatever you want, with your power, but it won't be me."  

"I know." he said. He hugged her fiercely. "Ask me a question, Jennifer."  

"Huh?"  

"You kissed that little kid, so I'll answer one of your questions. But little kids 
don't count anymore, okay?"  

"You're changing, Mark." she said. It was only after she said it that she really 
came to realize it was true. He was changing.  

"So are you." he answered.  

Am I? Jennifer supposed she was. She knew she had done things with Mark 
she would have never considered doing before. It was all very strange. They 
were both changing each other, and who knew when it would stop.  

"Why me?" she asked.  

"Is that your question?"   

"Yeah. Why me, Mark?"  

"Because. I saw you dancing at one time, and I just couldn't stand not knowing 
who you were. I couldn't stand not owning you. Felt like it would be a capital 
crime to let you get away."  

Jennifer felt the tightness of Mark's embrace, and felt her arms around him. 
"Life with you is an emotional roller coaster, Mark." she sighed. "I haven't had 
this many ups and downs since the first time I fell in love."   

Mark said nothing.   


They held each other for a moment longer, then Mark finally loosened his hold 
on her. Jennifer pulled away, feeling happier, and feeling even more displaced 
with the realization that she was happier. My life really is an emotional roller 
coaster, she thought.  

"What do you want to do now?" she asked.  

"It's getting close to lunch time." Mark said. "Want to go over to Mcdonalds? 
It's right across the street. I'll treat."  

"Okay." said Jennifer. She checked her watch, and felt even more disoriented 
realizing how much time had passed. It was indeed almost lunchtime, and she 
had gone running four hours before.  

They went to Mcdonalds. Jennifer wasn't very surprised when the manager 
waved aside the cost of the food. "Free for Mr. Antonio!" the portly man 
trumpeted. Jennifer had a cheeseburger, small fries and a coke. 

They sat down in a relatively isolated booth, and talked of very ordinary things. 
Mark told her he was a business major, a transfer student from a small college 
in Texas. He was majoring in business because he figured that with his power, 
he could make a fortune in business and still look pretty legitimate. Jennifer in 
turn told him she was hoping to go to law school and become a lawyer. 

All in all, the conversation was very pedestrian, and they avoided any topics 
that concerned Mark's power. Jennifer was surprised with how free Mark was 
being with information; it was safe to say that she learned more about him in 
that conversation at Mcdonalds than from all their previous conversations.  

Afterwards, they walked back to the park area of the campus. "Kiss one more 
person, Jennifer, and I'll let you go." Mark said as they across the grass.  

"I don't understand you, Mark." Jennifer said. "Why do you like it so much 
when I do things with other guys? Why don't you ever want me to do things 
with you?"  

"That's a question." he pointed out. "I'll answer it after you kiss another guy."  

"That was TWO questions." she said. "Answer me at least one, okay?"  


"Okay." he said. "I'll answer your second question. The reason I don't have you 
do things with me, is because it doesn't really mean anything to me. I can have 
any woman I want, any time I want. I could have Hilary Clinton if I really wanted 
her. Sex isn't really that big a deal for me."  

For some reason, this bothered Jennifer. "How many woman do you have sex 
with, anyway? Lots?"  

"That's another question." he said. "You still owe me one."  

Jennifer scowled at him, then shrugged. "All right. Where's a guy?" She looked 
around, and saw a guy sitting on a bench, reading. He was in an overgrown 
area of the park, and Jennifer thought it was likely that no one would see her if 
she kissed him. Plus, he was fairly attractive, with a lean body and a friendly 
face. Jennifer nodded, this would be her target.  

"I see someone. Stay here?" Mark saw the guy, too, and nodded his assent. 
Jennifer started her stroll over, and once again felt the bubbling excitement in 
the pit of her stomach. The I-can't-believe- I'm-doing-this excitement. Finally, 
she reached the guy. He was intently reading a calculus textbook, and didn't 
notice her approach.  

"Hi." she said. He continued to read his book. "I'm Marcie." she continued 
uneasily. He still didn't notice her, and she stood awkwardly, trying to figure out 
what to do.  

Then he looked up. "Oh, hi!" he said, and reached up to his ears. He pulled 
out two tiny black discs attached to wires: earphones. She hadn't even noticed 
them. "I'm sorry, I couldn't hear you...I had my walkman blasting."  

"That's all right." Jennifer said. She stared at the wires trailing down into his 
sweatshirt. Assumedly, he had a walkman down there somewhere. "I didn't 
even see those earphones!"  

"Yeah, they're pretty small. Great for listening during class." he grinned. "I'm 
Francisco."  

"I'm Marcie." Jennifer said. "Can I sit down?"  

"Sure...I've never been one to deny a pretty lady." he grinned again. 

Jennifer liked his grin; it was very open and friendly. Not like Greg's seductive 
grin, but a grin without expectations. Jennifer sat next to him. "So, what's up, 
Marcie?" he asked.  

"Can I be completely frank with you?" she asked.  

"Sure, go for it."  

"I hope you don't think I'm being too forward...but I noticed you over here...and, 
well, I just want to kiss you. Can I?"  

Francisco looked surprised, but not unhappy. "You want to kiss me?"  

Jennifer couldn't believe what she was saying, but the excitement was still 
building within her. "Yes. Can I?"  

He shook his head, still grinning. "Ok, what is this, a joke, huh? Where's the 
cameras?"  

"No joke." said Jennifer. Rather than trying further to convince him, she 
decided to just go for it. She craned forward and pressed her lips against his. 
He was hesitant at first, but rapidly got into it, pressing back. His lips parted, 
and his tongue pushed into her mouth. His arms enveloped her, and she was 
startled by the firmness with which he held her. Finally, he released the kiss, 
and Jennifer gasped.  

"Wow!" she said.  

"Was it as good as you expected?" he grinned.  

"Yeah. It sure was." And they kissed again. This kiss lasted longer, and his 
hands slipped up and down her back, pushing her body tight against his. His 
tongue once again slipped into her mouth, and this time she reciprocated, 
shyly darting her tongue against his. He smelled wonderful.  

Finally, they parted. Jennifer gasped again. "Still good?" he asked. She 
nodded. "Want to do more?"  

"More?" she asked. In reply, he started his way down her neck, sprinkling light 
kisses on her neck. He pushed the neckline of her  t-shirt over her shoulder, 
and pressed his lips against the exposed skin. 
Jennifer felt a shiver creep through her, and she lifted her chin to give him 
easier access to her neck. "Oh, wow." she said.  

"More?" he asked. Jennifer was about to nod, but then a thought occurred to 
her. Excitement spilled through her, and she could hardly control her voice 
when she spoke. "All right...but I have to do something first, okay? I need to 
borrow your walkman. Is that okay?"  

He became suspicious. "What for?"  

"Please." she said. Before she knew what she was doing, before she could 
think enough to stop herself, she had pulled off her t-shirt and sports bra. 
Francisco stared in shock at her exposed breasts. Jennifer felt deliriously 
exposed, even though they were in an isolated area of the campus and 
probably no one else could see her. 

Jennifer let Francisco eye her breasts for a moment, then she pulled her t-shirt 
back on, and dropped her sports bra in his lap. "You can keep this as hostage 
until I return your walkman, all right?" He gaped at her, nodded as he 
scrambled to pull out his walkman.  

Jennifer quickly had it set up. The walkman was tucked in the back of her 
shorts. The wires wound up under her t-shirt, then came up disguised in her 
hair to the earphones in her ears. Mark would see nothing. Jennifer grinned.  

"I'll be right back." she said, and she turned and started walking towards where 
she had left Mark. He wasn't there, but materialized out of the trees as she 
neared.  

"You did it." he said. "I thought you were going to do more...why did you take 
off your shirt?"  

"He wants to do more." she said. "So do I...but I couldn't, Mark. I just couldn't 
bring myself to! Mark...I want him to touch my body...but I can't make myself 
let him! I keep getting nervous. Could you...could you use your power? Tell me 
to do it? Please?"  

Mark arched an eyebrow. "You WANT me to use my power on you? Are you 
sure, Jennifer?"  


"Yes!! I'm sure. Tell me to let him touch my body. Please, Mark? I want him to 
so badly!"  

"Okay, if you want it." he said, sounding a little dazed. Then he opened his 
mouth, and Jennifer could see his mouth moving. But at that moment, she had 
snaked her hand behind her back, and pressed the play button on the 
walkman, and her ears were bombarded with guitar. Mark finished speaking, 
and stood watching her. Jennifer took an evaluation of her mind. Nothing. His 
power hadn't worked on her. Jennifer smiled. She had figured it out. She had 
beaten his power.  

Then she let her eyes appear to go vacant, and walked back to where 
Francisco waited. She managed to conceal the walkman, and turned it off 
before she reached him. "What was that about?" he asked her.  

"I was talking to that guy...he's a friend of mine." Jennifer explained as she sat 
beside him. "He was the one who dared me to kiss you. I just told him to get 
lost."  

"What did you need the walkman for?" asked Francisco.  

"Be quiet and kiss me." Jennifer said, and she leaned into his Francisco's 
waiting lips. They kissed fiercely, and this time, Francisco slid his hands under 
her t-shirt and slid them over her breasts. Jennifer felt a tingle as his fingertips 
brushed her hard nipples, and felt herself start to get wet down below. 

At first his touch was tentative, but after she offered no objections, he began to 
press his hands against her breasts, firmly fondling them. Jennifer slipped her 
hands under his shirt, and felt his bare flesh. She liked the feel of his muscles; 
they were tight and firm. 

Francisco started to push her back, and Jennifer let herself be pushed down 
onto her back on the bench. Francisco lifted her  t-shirt and took her left nipple 
in his mouth, letting his tongue play along the hardened tip, making her gasp. 
She felt exposed again, and thought about making him stop. 

But the pleasure was too much, and it felt so good to just lie back and let him 
kiss her. She gasped again as he began to circle her nipple with his tongue; it 
was a wonderful, hot, tickling sensation. She lost herself in the feel of his 
mouth, his lips pressing against her breasts.  

Then he lifted his head and spoke. "How far is this going to go, Marcie?" he 
asked.  

Jennifer sighed, closing her eyes. "Not much further, I'm afraid. Not here 
anyway."  

"Want to go to my room?" he asked.  

Jennifer considered it. "No." she finally said. "Maybe another time, but not right 
now." She sat up, letting her t-shirt fall back over her breasts.  

"Too bad." Francisco was grinning. "You almost made all my fantasies true."

"Mmm." said Jennifer, noticing the lump in the crotch of his shorts. She 
touched it with her fingers, and watched the contented expression that passed 
over his face. She slid her fingers down the front of his shorts, encountered the 
head of his penis. Enraptured by the arousal on his face, Jennifer took his 
hard-on in her hand and squeezed it lightly.  

"Ooh. That feels good." he sighed. Jennifer started to run her fingers over it, 
exploring it. She slipped up to the head, pressing her fingertip against the tiny 
hole at the tip, then ran her fingers down the bottom of the shaft, circling 
around where it attached to the rest of his body. He was fairly thick, and 
wondered what it would feel like to have him inside of her.  

She started to stroke him, and he stifled a moan. She continued to pull him up 
and down, when finally he stopped her. "Quit it." he said. "I'm gonna come."  

"So?"  

"So I don't want to come all over my shorts!"  

"Stand up and pull down your shorts." she said. "We're all alone here, and 
besides, I want to see what you look like." She started to stroke harder, and he 
groaned. He stood, and she pulled his engorged organ out from his shorts. It 
stood out straight from his body, a thick purple snout, and Jennifer stared at it 
as her hand ran up and down its length. 

She hadn't seen many penises in her life, and was always amazed at how 
fleshy and lumpy they were. Not the perfect cylinders she always expected. He 
was dripping a few beads of pre-come.  
Finally, he moaned, and his penis started to tense and pulse. He started to 
spurt, and Jennifer watched amazed as the blops of sperm launched from his 
body and dropped onto the sidewalk. She just couldn't imagine being a guy, 
having an organ that you pulled and prodded and that finally granted you 
satisfaction by spurting white syrup out of its hole. It was just too strange to 
think about.  

Francisco was breathing hard. Jennifer sat back onto the bench, and waited 
for him to get recomposed. She watched his organ droop. Finally, he pulled up 
his shorts again, and sat beside her.  

"Wow." he said. "You're unreal. Can I call you sometime?"  

She smiled and shook her head. "I'm sorry...but maybe I'll see you another 
time, all right?" She handed him back her walkman, and took her sports bra.  

He kissed her again, and she let herself melt into this last kiss. "This has been 
the weirdest experience I've ever had." he said. "Thanks, Marcie."  

"Thank you, too, Francisco." she smiled. "You're wonderful, too. I have to go. 
See you later?"  

"I hope so." he said.  

"Me too. Bye!"  

"Bye."  

Jennifer stood and walked towards where she had last seen Mark. She felt the 
slickness between her legs, and dreamed of how Francisco had kissed her, 
wishing they could have done more. He had been so nice, and hadn't treated 
her much like a slut even though she was pretty much acting like one. 

He had been slow and gentle, just the way Jennifer liked. She sighed happily, 
and waited for Mark to materialize. She waited, and he did not appear.  

She looked through the park. He was nowhere to be found. Mark had 
disappeared.



CONTROLLING JENNIFER IX

WAITING FOR MARK

"I wish I had a boyfriend." said Darlene, as she dropped her book to the side 
and stared at the ceiling. She was lying on the bed, supposedly studying, but 
the book was apparently so boring that she would put it down every two 
minutes. Jennifer looked up from her Chinese Culture homework. 

"So get a boyfriend." she told Darlene. 

Darlene sighed. "I can't. Look at me....I'm fat." 

"You're not fat!" 

"Yes, I am." said Darlene. "I wish I had your body, Jennifer." 

"Your body is fine, Darlene. Anyhow, if that's the way you feel, why don't you 
go jogging with me? I always offer, but you never go." 

Darlene leaned over and shook her head. "Some women just can't run, Jen. 
You can, 'cause you look good running. But not me. I look ridiculous. I look like 
I haven't run a day in my life." 

"You gotta start sometime." Jennifer said. "Come on, go with me tomorrow. It 
won't be as bad as you think. I'll run with you the entire way, ok?" 

Darlene just turned on her back and sighed. "I could, but it wouldn't get me a 
boyfriend." She picked up her book, and started reading again. Jennifer 
watched her for a moment, then turned back to her homework. 

Not that she was having any more luck than Darlene. Her mind kept returning 
to the same thought. Where was Mark? Why had he disappeared that day? It 
had been almost a week, and she had heard nothing from him.  Every time the 
phone rang, she expected it to be him. Every time she went running in the 
morning, she expected to see him waiting for her in the park. And thus far, she 
had always been disappointed. 

And as always, her mind told her the answer. Call him. She had checked for 
'Antonio's in the school phone directory, and there he was.  Marcus Robert 
Antonio. Extension 6072. All she had to do was call him. 
But always, just as her mind started to consider this option, she would 
abandon it. Why was she calling him, anyway? Why did she want to talk to 
him? True, they had become more friends than master/slave over the 
weekend, but that didn't necessarily cancel out the month of anxiety he had 
provided her with beforehand. No, if he was gone, good riddance! She could 
get on with her life. 

At least for another five minutes, at which point her eyes would once again drift 
from studying the Boxer rebellion to studying the phone, and wondering why 
he had left her in the park the saturday before. But she would never call him. 
No, she was better off without him. 

Jennifer had last seen Jacob the tuesday before. She had been walking down 
the men's hall, when suddenly he was there, glaring out at her from his 
doorway. His hand was bandaged, and his eyes were strange. A little too dark, 
a little too intense. The complete opposite of the clumsy inebriated expression 
that had been on his face the friday before. "Jennifer." he hissed. 

Jennifer froze. He wouldn't try anything, she told herself, not in the middle of 
the hall. Still, fear clamped onto her heart, and, her mind racing, she cursed 
herself for not telling Mark to do something. Mark could change Jacob. Just 
with a couple words. 

"Jennifer." Jacob repeated. "What happened on friday night?" His eyes 
searched her face, burning into her. God, he's changed, she thought to herself. 
He used to be so friendly, so lively and cheerful. Now he was dark and 
scowling, and his expression reminded Jennifer of the sky before a 
thunderstorm. Have I done that to him? she asked herself. Has Mark? She 
made a note to tell Mark about Jacob the next time she saw him. Mark could 
change Jacob back. 

"You mean, you can't remember?" she asked. It was possible, after all, he 
HAD been drunk. 

"Oh, I remember just fine. I remember too well. I just wanted to get your side of 
the story." He paused, appraising her. "Who was he, Cailly?" 

"Who was who?" 

"Don't fuck with me!" he snapped. His eyes were wild. My god, what's wrong 
with him? she thought, stepping back, ready to bolt. 
But Jacob seemed to reign in his temper, and looked upon her with cold 
determination. "Who was the guy you were with? The guy..." his voice 
shuddered. "The guy with the voice. Who was he, Jenny?"  

"I don't know who you mean." she hedged. "What guy? You were drunk, 
Jacob..." 

"Don't lie to me! Tell me who he is, Jennifer! Tell me!" he snarled, and took a 
step forward. Jennifer would have bolted, should have, in fact, but at that 
moment, all she could think of was what an asshole Jacob was. And she got 
mad. 

"Jacob, stay away from me or you'll regret it." she said. Her voice was very low 
and even, surprisingly even. Jacob's eyes widened, and she could see him 
back down, could see him pulling his rage back inside himself. His eyes went 
dark and dangerous again. 

"We'll see." he said, and he pulled back into his room and shut the door. 

Jennifer was left shivering. She felt like talking to Mark right then and there, to 
tell him about Jacob, and get him to do something. It wasn't that she feared 
just for herself; although it was startling to realize, she feared for Mark too. 
Mark was so used to relying on his power...would he be prepared if Jacob 
made a sudden and surprise attack? 

In the end, as Jennifer made her way slowly down the stairs, she became lost 
in uncertainty. She couldn't decide what to do. And finally, she did nothing. But 
as she walked, a thought entered her head. Monsters beget monsters, she 
thought, and this phrase kept returning to her the rest of the day. 

"This book is SO boring!" wailed Darlene, heaving the book across the room 
into the closet door. Jennifer blinked. Back to reality. She turned, and couldn't 
help smiling at the image of Darlene staring in frustration at the battered book. 

"It's your fault." Jennifer said. "You shouldn't have taken a class with the name 
'Role of the Elderly in Pre-industrial France.'" 

"Had to." muttered Darlene, sulking. "Needed to satisfy the European culture 
core requirement." She picked up a stuffed animal from her bed, the austere 
looking walrus she called Jefferson, and started to toss it up and down. "When 
are you going running tomorrow?" 
"I don't know. Probably in the morning, around 9:30 or so." 

Darlene sighed, as if the next words out of her mouth would cause her physical 
pain. "Maybe I will go with you." she said reluctantly. "I really need to get in 
shape, and I suppose I need to stop putting it off." 

" 'Your one true love loves you for yourself, not your body.' " quoted Jennifer. 
Darlene grimaced; it was a favorite saying of Kristi, one of their Resident 
Advisers, and they were all sick of hearing it because Kristi was absolutely 
gorgeous and it seemed had never had to worry about attracting guys at all. 

Jennifer looked at Darlenes face as it bobbed up and down, following the rise 
and plunge of Jefferson, and she decided Darlene was not unattractive. She 
was somewhat plump, but she had a cute face, and curly hair that bounced 
like tiny springs whenever she moved. Of course, thought Jennifer, maybe 
guys saw things different. 

"That's easy for Kristi to say." said Darlene. "They have to notice you before 
they can love you." Jefferson went up again, came down again. 

"Yeah, and then it's still a mess. It never gets perfect." 

Darlene grinned at that. She had a nice, lively grin, too. "Yeah! 'Cause even 
when you've found the perfect guy, you still gotta live with him." She tossed 
Jefferson again, this time missing him as he came down. He bounced against 
the bed spread. "Maybe I'll just stay single and get rich. Maybe guys aren't 
worth it." 

"Sounds good." Jennifer smiled. "Maybe if you give up guys, I'll be able to get 
some homework done." 

Darlene grinned again. "Oh, that's how it is, huh? Ok, I'll leave you in 
peace...I'm gonna go check if Amy is still awake." She slipped on a pair of 
slippers and padded out the door in the direction of Amy's room. 

Jennifer was left by herself. She sighed. "Who am I kidding?" she said to 
herself. "Darlene's not the only reason I'm not getting anything done." She 
looked at the phone, and was about to reach for it, when she made herself 
stop. Instead, she made herself reach for her pencil. "Don't." she told herself. 
"Let Mark call you. He likes to be in control so much, fine, let him be in control. 
As for you, get on with your life." Good advice. She started writing. 
At 9:30, Darlene and Jennifer, dressed in t-shirts and shorts, walked side by 
side through the park and to the track. Jennifer had planned on taking it easy, 
and just having them both run a slow mile. But even that was too much for 
Darlene; after about two laps, with the pace slowing more and more as time 
went on, she finally stopped and refused to run any further. 

A final compromise was reached with she agreed to walk two more laps with 
Jennifer, so that they could at least say they had done a mile, even if they 
hadn't run the whole thing. 

So they walked around the track and talked, mostly about school and other 
people. "What happened to Jacob's hand?" Darlene asked as they neared the 
end of the mile. 

"Hmm?" 

"His hand is all bandaged. I asked him what had happened, but he wouldn't tell 
me. 'Ask Jennifer.' he said." 

Jennifer frowned. "It was his own fault." she said. "Remember the dance friday 
night? He showed up drunk, and tried to get in a fight with the guy I was 
dancing with. Said I was his girlfriend and all that." 

"What an asshole." said Darlene with disgust. "So what happened?" 

Jennifer thought about lying. "Mark happened." she finally said. "It's kind of 
hard to explain, but Mark intervened and told them to take it outside. So 
anyhow, they went out to fight, and Jacob got his hand burnt or something." 

"Wow! Mark saved you?" 

"Sort of. Don't look at me like that, it wasn't like that at all. I think maybe he just 
wanted to see a good fight." That was the truth, thought Jennifer. And she had 
been thinking of calling this guy? Uh, uh. Good riddance. 

"Sounds like I missed the action that night." Darlene said. 

"You didn't miss much." said Jennifer. 

Afterwards, they were walking back through the park, when Jennifer saw a 
familiar face walking towards them. 
She suppressed an urge to run and hide. It was Francisco. As he neared 
them, he called in greeting "Hi, Marcie!" 

"Who's he talking to?" whispered Darlene. 

"Shh." said Jennifer. "I'll explain afterwards." She waved. "Hi, Francisco!" she 
called back. She could feel Darlene's wide grin at her back. 

Francisco neared. "I was wondering if I would ever see you again." he said 
cheerfully. 

"Francisco...I have a confession to make." Jennifer took a breath. "My name 
isn't Marcie. It's Jennifer." 

"Jennifer?"  

"Yeah. I'm sorry...I told you my name was Marcie because...well, you can 
probably figure out why." 

Francisco nodded. "Yeah. Yeah, I think I can. So, Jennifer. Nice to meet you." 
he smiled. "I was hoping I would find you around here." 

Jennifer opened her mouth to say something else, when she felt a poke 
behind her. "Oh, I'm sorry. This is my roommate Darlene." 

"Hi, Darlene." said Francisco. Jennifer couldn't help but smile at the 
friendliness in his voice. Francisco's a good guy, she decided. 

"Hi." said Darlene. 

"Well, Marcie...ah...JENNIFER...since I've found you again, I get a chance to 
ask you out. Want to get dinner and catch a movie on friday?" 

Jennifer stopped to consider. A voice called out inside her: what about Mark? 
But she pushed it back. What ABOUT Mark? She didn't owe him anything. 
"Ok." she said to Francisco. "Sounds like fun. Want my number?" 

He grinned. "Oh, I get your number this time, Marcie?" 

Jennifer felt herself blushing. Ridiculous, she thought...she had kissed him, let 
him see her breasts in public, all without blushing...why blush now? 
"Uh huh." she said. "You get my number now. 8621...can you remember it, or 
should I write it down?" 

"8621. I can remember it. See you on friday, Jennifer." he said. 

"Bye." said Jennifer. He walked away. 

"Bye!" called Darlene. "Nice meeting you!" As they started walking again, 
Darlene turned to her, excited. "Wow! Jennifer, what's gotten into you? That 
makes four different guys I've seen after you in the last week! I swear, 
suddenly you've become Miss Popularity!" 

Jennifer felt like saying that guys liked a slutty woman, but held her tongue. 
That was the truth after all, wasn't it? She had met all those guys, Jacob, 
Derrick, now Francisco, all because she had been willing to let herself be seen 
as a sex object. Sex, wonderful way to attract men, she thought to herself with 
a note of bitterness. All except for Mark. She had met Mark because he had 
wanted her to act like a sex object. 

" 'Your one true love loves you for yourself, not your body.' " Jennifer quoted. 

"Uh huh." Darlene nodded with a grin. "You're starting to get worse than Kristi." 

Jennifer shook her head. "I don't feel that popular. I feel like a piece of meat." 

"Aw. What's wrong, Jennifer? Guys pressuring you, or something?" she 
peered at Jennifer. "Who's been pressuring you?" 

No one, I've been giving in without any pressuring at all, she thought. But 
Jennifer couldn't tell Darlene that. She was Jennifer's roommate, but that didn't 
mean she wouldn't call Jennifer a slut just like everyone else. Nice girls just 
didn't give strangers handjobs in the middle of parks. 

Darlene had become stern. "Jennifer Cailly, tell me who has been pressuring 
you. Is it Mark?" 

"No one." sighed Jennifer. "No, not Mark. I just feel like that's why I've been 
getting so much attention lately. Guys just want me to sleep with them." 



Darlene eased out of her rigid motherly mode and shrugged. "So, what else is 
new? If I remember correctly, you had frat guys hanging around you in a 
swarm around the beginning of the year. You handled them well enough. 
Besides, I guess I don't know Francisco, but he seemed like a nice guy. Hey, 
you haven't told me why he called you Marcie!" 

Jennifer, fortunately, had planned for this question since friday night. She had 
expected it to be asked about Derrick, but apparently Darlene had forgotten 
certain details about that night, probably lost in an alcoholic mist. 

"I told him my name was Marcie first time I met him. You know, I wasn't sure if 
I wanted him to know my real name. I wasn't sure what kind of guy he was." 
She thought about Francisco. Darlene was right, he WAS a nice guy...and just 
because Jennifer had about thrown her body at him didn't mean that was all he 
wanted. 

What would Mark think if he knew she was going out with Francisco. Would he 
care at all? Maybe he wanted her to be with Francisco. Maybe that was why he 
had left her. Maybe Mark was gone for good. 

Somehow, she couldn't believe this. 

Jennifer dressed casually for her date, wearing a pair of snug but comfortable 
jeans and a deep red shirt under a denim jacket. A pair of Darlene's earrings, 
the ones that happened to perfectly match her red shirt, finished off the picture. 
"You look great!" gushed Amy. "Dressed to kill!" 

"Thanks, Amy." Jennifer smiled at her reflection in the mirror. She liked the 
way she looked. "What are you all going to do?" 

Darlene was lounging on her bed, and another taller girl named Maya was 
sitting in her seat. "Probably screw around in the dorm." she said. "None of 
*US* have dates." She grinned.  

"Is he going to come to your room?" asked Amy excitedly. Amy got excited 
whenever anyone had a date. It was her way. 

"No, I said I would meet him down in the lobby. Actually I'd better go see if he's 
there now." Jennifer grabbed her wallet and turned to leave. 


"No!" Amy bounced to intercept her. "What if he's not there? I'll go check, 
okay!" And without waiting, Amy had bounced out the door and was racing 
down the hall. 

Jennifer sighed, and sat down on her bed. "You feel jittery?" asked Maya. 

"Not really." said Jennifer, and it was the truth. After all she had been through 
with Mark, a first date seemed strangely relaxing. 

Amy shot into the room. "I saw him! He's down there watching TV. Darlene, 
he's exactly like you described him!" 

Jennifer scooped up her wallet and slid it into the inside pocket of her jacket. 
"Then I guess I'm off." she said. "Have fun, you guys." 

"You, too!" they all chimed, and then Jennifer was out the door, ignoring the 
double entendres and laughter that predictably followed. As she walked down 
the men's hall, she felt creepy, especially walking by Jacob's door. It felt like 
she was being watched. She wrote it off as anxiety about Jacob, and made her 
way down the stairs. 

Sure enough, Francisco was there. "Hey, Jennifer!" he greeted her as she 
approached. "You look great!" 

"Thanks." she smiled. "Sorry if you waited." 

"Don't worry about it. I just got here a second ago. Want to go?" Jennifer 
nodded, and he led the way out the door and to his car. It was a beat-up blue 
Toyota Celica. "The Francisco-mobile!" he proclaimed proudly. 

"Wow." said Jennifer. 

"Yeah, I know, it's not much, but first cars never are." Francisco let her in, and 
they were off. 

Dinner was nice. They went to a place called Louisa's, a small diner-type 
restaurant Jennifer had never been to before. Francisco talked a lot, and told a 
lot of jokes. Most of them were at least enough to make Jennifer smile. By the 
end of the meal, Jennifer had decided Francisco was a fun guy to be with. 


They went to the theater near the campus, which was a big twelve-plex that 
seemed to make its money mostly off of the college students. He asked her 
what she wanted to see, and Jennifer told him anything was fine. 

So they saw "Army of Darkness." Francisco had seen it three times, Jennifer 
not at all, but he said it was a fun film. The audience was very loud, cheering 
and catcalling and basically having a good time. Halfway through the film, 
Francisco put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her close. He was very 
confident in the way he did it, and Jennifer leaned against him. 

Then his other hand slid upward, and almost absent-mindedly started to rub 
her arm. It slowly made its way up her arm, and Jennifer could see where it 
would go if she didn't stop it. But she couldn't decide whether to stop it; she 
usually didn't like to do much more than kiss on the first date, but how could 
she protest, after what they had done in the park? Inevitably, Francisco's hand 
reached her right breast, and he started to fondle it through her shirt. 

Jennifer looked around. The theater wasn't very crowded, except for a loud 
gathering near the front, and no one was paying any attention to them. Jennifer 
had taken off her jacket, and had it laying over her lap. At first, she felt 
Francisco's fondling without emotion, letting him play with her breast and 
feeling it from a distance, as if it wasn't attached to her. He must have felt her 
coldness, because he leaned in towards her. "Are you okay?" he asked 
uncertainly. 

Jennifer was swept with confusion. What to say? How could she stop him, 
when the time before she had practically begged him to touch and feel her 
body. Come on, Jennifer, she told herself silently. Get into it. She pushed a 
smile onto her face, and nuzzled into Francisco. With her other hand, she 
pushed his hand back onto her breast. 

He happily started to fondle her again, pushing his finger down the cup of the 
bra and twiddling her nipple. It hardened immediately. Jennifer concentrated, 
trying to force herself to enjoy it. After all, this was the way he knew her, right? 
Besides, she had enjoyed it before...she just needed to get herself in the right 
frame of mind. She tried to put images of pleasure into her head. You are 
enjoying this, she told yourself. You are enjoying it. 

He leaned over to her. "You like that?" he asked. 

"Uh huh." she lied. 
He leaned in closer, and moved his hand down her body, until he was sliding it 
between her legs, clumsily pressing her slit through her jeans. She was 
surprised at how dry she was; on the whole, she was surprised at how distant 
she felt from her body. She felt utterly passionless. So he wouldn't know 
anything was wrong, she scissored her legs open slightly and gave him more 
access to her crotch. 

He slipped his hand up and down, rubbing against the denim. This is wrong, 
thought Jennifer. I would've never allowed anyone to do this before. Not before 
Mark. 

"Are you okay?" asked Francisco. 

"I'm fine...that just feels good." And to keep him distracted, she slipped her 
own hand between his legs and ran her fingertips over the hard bulge in his 
pants. She could feel it straining against the fabric, and Francisco closed his 
eyes and sighed slightly. Jennifer slid her hand over his shaft, and that 
seemed to keep his mind occupied. Meanwhile, his hand probed her own 
crotch, and she could feel the wetness finally start to form between her legs. 

Francisco leaned over and kissed her. It took her by surprise, and she broke 
out of it before she had intended. He tried again, and this time she met him 
halfway; they kissed for a moment, their tongues shyly darting against each 
other. His lips were very firm and unyielding, and his kisses were very hard 
and passionate. 

Even so, after he kissed her for the fifth or sixth time, and as they leaned 
against each other, his hand brushing her breasts, a loud burst of laughter 
filled the theater. Jennifer broke the kiss to see what was happening on the 
screen; there appeared to be some battle sequence occurring. She watched 
for a second, before Francisco moved in and kissed her again. 

This time, she pushed him away. "Francisco...come on, let's watch the movie." 
She could feel his disappointment, coming from him like a tangible wave. 
"After." she promised him, and even as she said it, she wondered if she would 
keep her promise.  

And After soon came. Francisco put his arm around her as they left the 
theater, and led her to the Francisco-mobile. They drove, and they drove, and 
after a while, Francisco stopped the car, and they were off in some out-of-the-
way woodsy area. 
"Here we are." he said. 

Here we are, Jennifer's mind echoed. What now, Miss Cailly? 

Now you let him screw you, came the response. 

Following Francisco's suggestion, they moved to the back seat. He moved in 
to kiss her, and this time they kissed for a long while. His hands pressed at her 
back, but soon they moved freely at her chest, unbuttoning her shirt even as 
they were locked in embrace. He opened her shirt, and cupped her breasts 
gently, lifting them in his hands as if amazed by their existance. 

Jennifer's red shirt fell discarded, and quickly, her blouse fell too. She made 
him stop, and removed Darlene's earrings so they wouldn't snag on anything. 
Then she returned to his touch. He played with her breasts, fingering her 
nipples and making them harden. He was at least gentle; she liked a gentle 
touch, and that more than anything was making the whole thing endurable. He 
pushed her backwards to lie against the armrest, and started to kiss his way 
down her body. 

His tongue was wet and slick against her breasts, and she could feel it rough 
against her sensitive nipples. For some reason, an image of a dog appeared in 
her head and wouldn't go away. He's licking me like a dog. Lapping at me like 
he's going to eat me up. He nuzzled the soft undersides of her chest, pressing 
his lips against the point where her breasts met the rest of her body. She 
sighed, and let him continue. 

He made his way down, tonguing her belly button for an extra long time, as if 
to tease her. Then he was fumbling with the snap to her jeans. What the heck, 
she thought, so far I've given him everything else. And she reached down, and 
helped him undo the clasp. 

He pulled at the top of the jeans, and she lifted her butt to help him pull them 
off. Her panties went next, falling in a heap with the rest of her clothes. 
Jennifer looked down, her mind focusing intently on her exposed pubic 
triangle. So black in the light, like a little arrowpoint - enter here. Francisco 
started to strip himself, pulling off his shirt and unsnapping his jeans. Jennifer 
watched him, waiting. 

His penis sprung free, rock hard, like she had remembered it from before. 
Maybe bigger. 
Francisco's hand probed between her legs; she could tell he was experienced 
by the way he quickly found her clit and fingered her until she was good and 
wet. Gasping, laying back, waiting for him to penetrate her. 

He'll expect me to reciprocate, she thought. Here I've been sitting here, like a 
corpse...like a bad lover. She took his penis in her hand and slipped her hand 
up and down it. With her other hand, she cupped his balls, lifting them and 
then letting them fall. Feeling the coarse hair on them. He moaned, and his 
fingers slid over her pussy lips. 

"Condom." she said. He nodded, and fumbled out a little plastic square, 
clumsily producing the circular tube. Jennifer watched as he slid it on. First it 
goes in that, then it goes in me, she thought. Then we go home. 

Fortunately, she was wet enough that he slid in easily enough. She could 
again feel his experience as he expertly maneuvered deep within her, and she 
could feel her pussy clench tightly around him. He was in her, moving, a living 
thing, pumping back and forth deep inside her vagina. A piece of man. 

And he was good at what he was doing. He managed to rub against her 
swollen clit as he pumped in and out, and she found herself building toward an 
orgasm. She felt it very analytically as it came, idly feeling the pleasure build-
up. He came before she did, judging by his moaning and his spasming cock. 
She was afraid he would give up then, but he pumped at her even as he 
softened, somewhat ineffectively, but effective enough that her orgasm hit 
soon after his. 

She rode the wave of pleasure. Take me away, she thought. But after her 
shuddering climax was over, she was still in the car, and Francisco was rolling 
down the window to toss away the jizz- filled plastic. Jennifer closed her legs, 
and pressed them tightly together. She felt lost. 

They dressed. Francisco joked around, but Jennifer was suddenly feeling very 
tired. All she wanted to do was get back to her room. The ride back was sober 
and quiet. 

"I hope you had a good time." he said, as the car idled in the parking lot. 

"I did." she told him, and they kissed. 

"Want me to walk you to your room?" 
"No. That's fine. I can make it." She got out of the car, and returned his wave 
as he drove away. 

Darlene was asleep, and Jennifer quietly gathered up a nightgown and went to 
the bathroom to take a shower. As she let the water rush down her body, she 
leaned against the wall, more tired than she should have been, and wondered 
what she was becoming. 

And once again, she wondered why Mark had left her.

CONTROLLING JENNIFER X

VOICE OF REASON


For about a week, whenever someone knocked on the door, Jennifer would 
automatically think it was Mark. She would slowly slide to the door, preparing 
herself for his face, her mind furiously trying to figure out what to say. And then 
she would open the door, and it would be Amy, or Darlene after forgetting her 
key, or someone else, and Jennifer would feel a strange double feeling,  let-
down and relieved, all at the same time. And then, one day, she opened the 
door without even thinking that it might be Mark. It wasn't, and soon she 
stopped expecting him.  

Francisco asked her out again, and she found herself making an excuse, 
telling him she really needed to study in the library, and she was sorry but 
maybe another time. She did it instinctively, not particularly sure why at the 
time except that she really didn't FEEL like it. Afterwards, she probed her 
mind, to decide on the real reason she didn't want to go out with him. About 
the best she could come up with was that he didn't excite her that much; she 
had first approached her as a target for one of Mark's games, and she wasn't 
sure she could think of him as anything else.  

What if Mark really was gone? What if she had really seen the last of him? 
Could she go back to her normal life again? Jennifer honestly didn't know. She 
had been in complete control of her life before he came, in control of all things: 
herself, her social life, her studies. She could pretty easily get back in control 
of her social life; it was all a matter of telling Francisco that she wanted to take 
it slower, and then letting things run as before, with her not doing anything she 
didn't feel like. 

If Francisco didn't like that, well, it was all right; Jennifer didn't need him 
anyway. She wasn't like Darlene. She really didn't feel any need to have a 
boyfriend. School was also no problem. Her study habits had been suffering 
from distraction, but without Mark, she thought that would soon fade.  

But what about herself? Mark had awakened something in Jennifer, a certain 
restlessness. A desire to rush into things against her better judgement. A 
desire to lose control. She was addicted to the feeling, the I-can't-believe-I'm-
doing-this feeling. He had addicted her to it. It was like a beer commercial she 
had seen as a freshman in high school. 

It was a typical commercial, filled with happy beautiful people, but the image 
that had caught Jennifer's mind was of a pretty dark-haired lady in a silver 
dress, letting herself be pulled down a hallway. Apparently, she was going to 
some party; at least that's the way she was made up. 

A handsome man was pulling her along behind him, and as they rushed down 
the hall, the lady turned and smiled at the camera. At Jennifer. And her smile 
seemed to say, I don't know where he's taking me, but I'm sure we'll have a 
great time once we get there. Jennifer had been enchanted by the image at 
the time, but hadn't been able to figure out exactly why until she had met Mark.  

Submissiveness. The word itself was nasty, something Jennifer had been 
trained all her life to reject. Never let yourself be cowed, her father had told 
her. You can have anything you want as long as you don't let anything stand in 
your way. For years, she had approached all things with this attitude. All things 
including sex.  

But with Mark she discovered a strange paradox; even while she was 
submitting to his words, she had power over him. The lines between 
submission and domination were blurred, and he was almost as much a slave 
to her actions as she was to his commands. In the end, it didn't feel so much 
like she was giving him control, it felt more like she was completely losing all 
control, giving her puppet-strings to her body and its desires, and letting it run 
rampant. For a young girl who had made certain she was completely in control 
all her life, it was a very different feeling. Not necessarily a good feeling, but a 
very tempting one.  

And then came Tuesday night. She was lying in bed, tossing and turning, not 
able to sleep. It was late, and Darlene was sleeping soundly beside her, but 
Jennifer just couldn't sleep. 
She felt that feeling in her body. A desire to let herself lose control, and act 
against her better judgement. To go and do something absolutely insane. 
Something she would never think of doing if she was thinking clearly. To fight 
against it was a losing battle from the beginning. But she tried. Tried and 
failed.  

She got dressed in the dark, quietly so she wouldn't wake Darlene. And all the 
time she was thinking to herself: why am I doing this? This is absolutely mad! 
But she seemed powerless to stop the feeling within her. To go to sleep at that 
point would have been anticlimactic.  

She slipped on a jacket, and was out the door.  

The dorm was dark and quiet, except for a few insomniacs watching t.v. in the 
lobby. Jennifer slipped out the door without them seeing her. It was cold 
outside, and she shivered. Last chance to back out, she thought, but she 
couldn't and knew it. The farther she went, the more it seemed like a crime to 
turn back. She walked out from the dorm.  

Her mind was dancing crazily from one thought to the next, noticing every 
detail around her. The night seemed alive, somehow more vibrant than before. 
Or maybe she was just more sensitive to it. Part of her was scared, of the dark 
and those who hid within it, but that part was suppressed by a sense of 
destiny. 

She felt like she was no longer in control of her actions, like her mind was the 
prisoner of her body, and her body was being pulled along by some force 
unknown to her. Without being fully aware of where she was going, she soon 
found herself at the pond between the schools two administration buildings. 

It was an artificially created pond, stocked with green water lilies and millions 
of tiny guppies. At night, small lights on the side of the pond gave the whole 
area a hazy white surreal glow. Jennifer stood in this glow for a moment, 
trembling, looking down at the pond.   

It penetrated her trance that she was also illuminated in the glow, and, still not 
understanding what she intended to do, she glanced around nervously, then 
headed over to the rocks on the right side of the pond. 

They served as a back drop to the entire pond, a wall of gradually ascending 
rocks that rose behind it to tower beside the adminstration building. 
Jennifer scrambled up onto a low rock, then climbed onto the next highest 
rock, until she was behind the pond on a platform of rock, about eight feet over 
the surface of the water. 

The platform was big enough that she could sit down, and she did, her back 
pressed against the rough rock behind her. She trembled, and it was more 
than the chill of the night. She was in the shadows, and was content that she 
wasn't that visible from below. But she still shivered. Now came the big step, 
and she wasn't sure she could really go through with it.  

But a delirious feeling of daring and anticipation rushed through her as she 
contemplated it. She breathed deeply, and started to untie her shoes. They 
don't make a difference, she thought. I'm still decent if they're off.  

But soon they were off, and so were her socks, and the anticipation was 
soaring and plunging through her. She looked around, making sure for one 
last time that no one was spying on her. Then, her fingers trembling, she 
unsnapped her jeans.   

She took them off slowly, awkwardly, and the wind rushed in to embrace her 
bare legs. Her breathing was fast and nervous, and she tried to sooth her 
frightened mind. No one is here, she told herself. No one can see you. Her 
fingers ran against the fabric of her panties, rubbing against the rough lace. 
Now she was indecent. You couldn't see anything, but that didn't matter. She 
traced the line of her slit through the cloth, and felt a shot of momentary 
pleasure until it was washed away by the cold fear that she was being 
watched. She glanced around. No one. Just paranoia.  

She pulled off her jacket, and put it in the growing stack of clothes. Her fingers 
gripped the edge of her t-shirt. This was it. No bra underneath to hide her. 
Once this was off, she was officially naked. She held her breath and slipped it 
off.  

The feeling was incredible! Both the night on her nude body, and the rush that 
went through her soul. I'm actually doing this! she kept thinking to herself, over 
and over. She pressed against the rock behind her, the rough stone digging 
into her bare back, and she looked in wonder at her naked breasts jutting out 
from her body, open to the night.  

Her panties joined the pile of clothes, and she sat, shivering, feeling the cold 
stone against her butt. 
She pulled her legs to her, squeezing them, running her fingers from her 
ankles to her thighs, as if making sure she was actually bare. Her legs felt long 
and smooth, and Jennifer extended them away from her. This increased her 
feeling of exposure, and her mind fought between fear and thrill. 

Her sparse pubic triangle was dark in the shadow, and she slipped her finger 
along the few wispy strands of hair. To be REALLY exposed, a voice in the 
back of her head reminded her, you would have to spread your legs. After all, 
that's the classic position of the decadent woman. Jennifer, trembling, started 
to scissor open her legs. But no, if she really wanted to do it, she would have 
to turn and face the pond. That way, anyone who stood there and faced the 
right direction would be able to look right at her pussy.   

She inched around ninety degrees, and pressed her back against the concrete 
wall of the administration building. My god, I'm crazy, she thought. Mark's 
gone, but that doesn't matter, I've got him now in my head, telling me things to 
do. For some reason, this thought struck her as funny, and she fought off a 
giggle. 3, 2, 1, go for it, Jenn. And she pulled open her legs, spreading them 
before the world.  

A couple seconds, while she looked around dazed, making sure no one was 
actually watching her. Then she let her gaze fall downward, and her heartbeat 
raced to see her exposed slit. She closed her eyes, and let her hand fall 
between her legs, probing herself. She was still pretty dry, but that was all 
right, it was hard to get turned on in the cold, and the thrill she felt was more 
than sexual. 

She dug her finger as far in herself as she could, then slowly moved it around, 
feeling the soft warmth both around her and within her. Her thumb brushed 
against her clit, sending small, cold bursts of pleasure through her. It would be 
impossible to masturbate to any sort of peak; she was just too cold and 
nervous to even fake it. Instead, she pressed her hand against her pussy, 
feeling the soft contours of it against her palm, caressing it gently in a nervous 
massage.  

What now? She looked uneasily down into the pond. The water looked cold, 
and she wasn't sure she could actually go through with it. What if someone 
saw her? Jennifer pulled back into the shadows, squeezing her arms against 
her breasts. It felt strange, to feel the bare tips of her nipples against her arms; 
she was used to the fabric. 

Once more, she looked down into the pond, into the lightly illuminated depths. 
She thought about her naked body wet and gleaming in the flourescent lights. 
An image of herself standing knee-deep, like a water nymph, wet and 
innocent, while trickles of pond water dripped down her breasts and jumped off 
her nipples. Then she thought about herself, wet, cold, and vulnerable, 
captured in the glowing lights. I can't, she thought. It's just too much.  

But now, once her clothes were off, she almost couldn't bring herself to put 
them back on. She wanted to enjoy her nakedness as long as she could. The 
stars were twinkling in a relatively clear sky above her, and Jennifer leaned 
back against the rock wall and watched them. All the while, she felt the cold 
night goosebumping her skin.  

Finally, paranoia struck her, more than before. She thought she heard rustling. 
Maybe a security guard. Maybe a psycho. She scrambled back into her 
clothes, and was off into the night like a thief.  

The walk back was numb in her mind, passing before she realized it, and she 
found herself settled in bed, hot and sweating despite the cool night air, her 
heart beating furiously underneath the covers. I can't believe I just did that, she 
thought. And she felt the rush.

And so Jennifer didn't know what to do anymore. Mark had left her, but he was 
not completely gone from her life. His voice still spoke in her head, the voice of 
temptation, telling her things she shouldn't do, making her think about doing 
them.  

And then, two weeks after she had last seen him, on the friday night she might 
have spent with Francisco if she had wanted, Jennifer opened the door, and 
there was Mark. It was three days after her night escapade. She hadn't 
expected to see Mark. Yet there he was.  

She regarded him with shock. She had told herself she might never see him 
again, but had never really believed it. And here he was. His hair was 
somewhat disheveled, and his eyes were dull. As Jennifer looked at him, she 
felt something twinge inside her, like someone had tapped her heart with an 
icicle, and she wished he would grin his confident grin. The way he looked... 
he looked like a haunted man. Like someone who had been thinking a little too 
much.  

"Mark." she said. "I was wondering if I would see you again."  
"Did you want to?" he asked quietly. She could almost barely hear him.  

"Where did you go? I looked for you afterwards..." she let her voice fade, 
hoping he would supply the rest.  

He did not. She heard him speak, felt his power catching hold of her, and she 
realized what he was saying a split-second before he completed his statement. 
"Jennifer, forget me." She opened her mouth to protest, to cry out and make 
him stop before he could finish.  

And then she found herself faced with a strange man. His eyes stared at her 
with an uncomfortable intensity, and they were filled with pain. She wondered 
why. "Can I help you?" she asked him. Maybe he was one of Darlene's friends.  

"No. No, I'm sorry." his voice was trembling. "I must have the wrong room. 
Sorry to bother you." And he turned to walk off. His shoulders were hunched, 
and Jennifer watched him go with curiousity. A strange man... yet he looked... 
familiar?  

She felt depressed for some reason. She felt like she was losing something, 
but couldn't figure out what it was. Maybe it was because of the guy. He had 
seemed depressed, maybe it was rubbing off on her.  

Jennifer shrugged and went back to her desk. Her mind kept returning to the 
man's face, and how familiar he seemed. But try as she might, she couldn't 
place him. Finally, she gave up, and returned to studying.


CONTROLLING JENNIFER XI

FORGET-ME-NOT


"I just wanted to say I'm sorry." began Jacob. Jennifer sat on her bed, listening 
to him. His words sounded like he had practiced them over and over again, but 
Jennifer only half listened to him. She had heard the important part anyway, 
the 'I'm sorry' part. The rest was just filler, padding for the first sentence. 
Instead, Jennifer studied his face. He looked different from before, less intense 
and more tired, like he had gone through some sort of emotional upheaval and 
was now coming out of it.   

"I'm sorry I came on so strongly, and pressured you so much. You were... well, 
to put it bluntly, that one day, making love to you was the most incredible 
experience I've ever had. I guess you could say it made me a little..." he 
hesitated. "...obsessed...with you." 

Jennifer's voice was a little distant, as she remembered how he had looked 
that day in the hallway, when he had asked her about...hmm, well, he had 
asked her how he had burned his hand. "You've been acting so...different." 
she said to him. Come to think of it, how HAD he burned his hand? Jennifer 
fought off the temptation to pursue this tangent in her mind; she had recently 
come to the realization that she, too, had been acting very different the past 
month, and now she was trying to get a grasp of all she had done.  

Jacob hung his head. "I know." he said quietly. "Like I said, I've been kind of 
obsessed with you. I hope I didn't scare you too much...if it means anything at 
all, lately, I've been kind of scaring myself lately. All I can say is I'm sorry, 
Jenn...I'm trying to get more in control of my life now." He looked up at her, 
and she saw something in his eyes, a glimmer of hunger as he looked at her. 
"You have to understand..." he breathed. "...that day was incredible. YOU were 
incredible. I've never had sex like that before... it was unreal."  

Jennifer bit her lip uneasily. It was her own fault, for acting that way...why had 
she done that in the first place, anyway? She had acted so crazy that first day, 
throwing herself at any man she saw. Throwing herself at Jacob. It was the 
beginning of everything, the start of the month of madness. Jennifer shook her 
head. "I have to apologize, too, Jacob. I've been acting really weird this month, 
too...well, since that same day. To be honest, I don't think I would've slept with 
you if I had really been myself." She turned away to look out the window, her 
next words inaudible except to herself. "I really don't know what's come over 
me."  

When she looked back at Jacob, she was amazed. He had a fervent, strained 
expression on his face, and it looked like it was taking all his willpower to keep 
from sweeping her up in his arms right then and there. He took a step forwards 
unconsciously, then noticed and forced himself two steps back. "Don't say 
that, Jennifer...you don't need to apologize for anything. Especially not what 
happened that day. I..uh...I gotta get going...can we be friends again? JUST 
friends?" He gave her a slight, almost melancholy smile.  

Jennifer thought about offering him a hug...but she still didn't trust that look in 
his eyes, and worried a hug might lead to more. 
"All right. Friends." she said. She tried to smile but wasn't able to.  

Jacob looked at her uncertainly, then grinned again. "Good. See you later, 
Jennifer." He walked out the door.  

"Bye." said Jennifer, and watched him leave. Her eyes drifted to his arm as he 
entered the hallway and disappeared from her sight. The bandage was gone 
now, and the burn was pretty much healed up...how had he received it, 
anyways? She would have sworn she was there, and that she had seen it 
happen...but she couldn't remember exactly when, or how. It had happened on 
friday, she knew that for sure, because he had burned it after he had broken in 
on her with Derrick. 

When Derrick had led them out to the parking lot for the fight. Or...was it 
Derrick? Or...someone else? Jennifer felt a familiar sensation, like something 
or someone was dancing at the edge of her memory, fluttering just barely out 
of reach, a moth bumping against the dim light of her mind. But, as usual, no 
matter how hard she tried, she couldn't pinpoint it, and soon it all faded. It had 
the feeling of a dream, disappearing quickly out of her consciousness until she 
had no grasp of it left.  

She slammed her fist down into her pillow, taking her frustrations out against 
its softness. She was sure that this elusive memory was the key to her recent 
madness; she didn't know how she knew, but she knew. If only she could 
remember.

******************

The next day, Jennifer found herself staring at a tree. She was in the park with 
Darlene, walking to the track, when she saw the tree, and abruptly she found 
herself completely focused on it. That tree. She knew that tree. She had been 
sitting under that tree... sometime recently... with someone. Not Francisco, not 
Darlene, someone else. Someone in a strange mood, a non-talking mood, and 
she was sitting beside him, waiting for him to speak. She could remember it 
faintly...maybe a dream? It was hard to say. It seemed like a dream, but she 
couldn't be sure.  

"Earth to Jennifer." Darlene's voice sounded right by her ear. Jennifer was 
startled out of her trance, and turned to look at her roommate. Darlene was 
grinning at her. "What's with you? See a ghost?"  

Jennifer once again focused on the tree. "That tree." she murmured. "I know it 
from somewhere. I can remember sitting under it...with...someone. It's weird. 
It's like I'm remembering something that didn't happen."  

"Like deja vu?" asked Darlene. She followed Jennifer's eyes to the tree. 
"Maybe where you met Francisco? Didn't you say you guys met in the park?"  

Jennifer shook her head. "No, that was somewhere else. Over in that woodsy 
area over there." She started to nod slowly. "But I think it was the same day. I 
was with someone else. Or...maybe not?" Now, when she thought about it, it 
seemed like it was all her imagination. Hadn't she been sitting there alone? 
And she had seen a bunch of boys throwing rocks at a squirrel...yes, when she 
thought about it, she had done it all by herself. All alone. Yet...that didn't seem 
exactly right.  

"Want to take a closer look?" asked Darlene. She grinned. "Anything to delay 
jogging." Darlene had started to jog somewhat regularly with Jennifer, although 
she usually quit after two or three laps, and sat in the shade while Jennifer 
finished the rest of the running. Jennifer didn't really mind; it was fun running 
with another person, even if Darlene was slower and got tired faster.  

"Okay." said Jennifer. They walked over to the tree. Jennifer looked at the area 
at its trunk. She knew where she had been sitting, at a space between two 
roots. Now, she looked at the space beside it, and it really felt like someone 
else had been sitting there at the same time she had. Her mind flickered to an 
image of hands, hands shredding a leaf into fragments. Or was that a dream? 
She had been there alone, she was sure of that. She would have certainly 
remembered if it was otherwise.  

Jennifer shook her head. "I think it's just my imagination." she said. "My mind 
is playing tricks on me. Let's go to the track, okay?" Darlene shrugged, and 
they walked back to the sidewalk and continued to the track.

************************

That night, Jennifer had a dream.  She was in her dorm, walking to the 
bathroom to take a shower, wearing her white cotton robe. But when she 
entered the bathroom, the walls on the left side of the bathroom were gone, 
and instead the room extended into another room, a dark study with high 
shelves of books covering each wall. 

The study had one chair, a large swivel chair turned backwards so that she 
could just barely see the head of the person sitting in the chair. He had dark 
hair, and Jennifer felt a touch of fear. But when she turned to leave, the door 
was gone.  

The chair squeaked as it swiveled slowly around, and she could see the man 
sitting there. He looked about the same age as her, with straight dark hair, and 
a darkness to his features that made him look slightly Italian. His eyes caught 
hers and held them; she realized that he didn't have any pupils, only blank 
white where they should have been. But she could tell where he was looking, 
and she realized he was tracing her body with his eyes. He grinned, a familiar 
grin.  

"Hello, Miss Cailly." His voice was familiar too.   

Of course it is, she abruptly realized. It's Mark. How could she NOT recognize 
him? "Mark." she whispered.  

"Did you want to see me again?" he grinned. "Why don't you take off your 
robe? I want to see your lovely naked body."  

Jennifer performed his actions without hesitation, untying the belt and letting 
the cloth slip off her shoulders to the floor. She could see his empty sockets 
wandering over her bare breasts, tracing her soft skin down to her triangle of 
dark pubic hair, then moving down each of her long legs, one at a time. 
"Beautiful." he grinned. His voice was darker, less human. "Beautiful."  

Jennifer found that she wasn't embarrassed by his frank appraisal. If anything, 
she wanted him to do more. She wanted him to pull her onto a bed and spread 
her legs open. She wanted to feel him inside her, feel him thrusting deep 
within her and making wild, passionate, uncontrolled sex with her.  

And then she realized the den had become a bedroom, and a canopy bed 
covered in silk waited to the side. Mark stood and held out his hand. "Come to 
me, Miss Cailly." he said. His voice was overpowering, and her body trembled 
to obey.  

But a question suddenly surfaced in her mind, and it stopped the lust that 
threatened to burst from her body. She peered at him. "Mark." she asked. 
"Mark, why did you leave me on Saturday?"  

He walked forward in three easy strides, and enveloped her naked body in his 
arms. His hands slipped down to squeeze her buttocks, and push her crotch 
against his. She could feel his erection pressing against her pelvis, straining 
against his clothes. "Hush." he whispered into her ear. "Did I say you could 
speak? Come with me, Jennifer. Come to bed."  

But the passion was ebbing inside her, leaving her cold and empty. All she 
could think of was that question. "Why did you leave me? Please, Mark. 
Please tell me why." she whispered as she latched her arms around him and 
fell into his embrace. Just like on Saturday, she thought. It was all coming 
back to her. Mark. That's what she had been trying to remember. How could 
she have forgotten him?  

But he released her and shrugged her off. His face was disgusted, and she 
was still disquieted by his empty eye sockets. "You're a bad slave." he said. 
"I'm willing to please you, more than you deserve, and you won't please me 
back. You disgust me." He wandered back to his chair. "I'm willing to give you 
what your body wants. You should thank me for that. Instead, you turn me 
away. You don't deserve a master such as I, Jennifer Anne Cailly." He sat 
down in the chair, grinning once again.  

"Please, Mark." she said, taking a hesitant step forward. "It's more than that, 
can't you see? More than just sex." He only grinned, as if the smile was frozen 
on his face, and his chair slowly started to turn.  

"Mark!" she cried. She started to walk towards him, her pace becoming faster 
as his chair continued to turn.  "Don't go! Just answer me...tell me why you 
had to leave me!" And Jennifer rushed towards the chair.  

But when she got there, the chair had turned all the way around, and Mark was 
gone.  

That was when she woke up. It was still dark, and her panties were slick and 
wet with fluids. Darlene's slow breathing came from the next bed. Jennifer 
checked the clock. It was 3:35, she still had a couple hours left to sleep.   

For a while, she laid in the dark, staring at the ceiling and thinking of her 
dream. Mark. She had seemed to recognize him in the dream, but now she 
couldn't remember where from. Mark. Maybe she had made it all up; that 
sometimes happened in dreams, she would recall memories that were all part 
of the dream. That seemed likely in this case.   
But the name kept repeating in her head. Mark. Mark. She knew it 
somewhere. It felt right. She didn't know where it came from, but it felt 
important.  

Write it down, a voice said in her mind. In her sleep dimmed memory, she 
could remember someone had written  a poem in a dream, but only wrote 
down the first few lines, and afterwards couldn't remember the rest. She felt 
the same way. If she didn't write down the name, she would surely forget it. 
Jennifer searched the top of her desk in the dark until her hand encountered a 
pencil. Then she found a piece of scratch paper, and scrawled: Mark.  

She nodded, pleased with herself. Yes, that name somehow felt important. Her 
mind drifted back to sleep, and this time, she didn't have any dreams.

**********************

Ann walked up after another boring Chinese Culture class. "Are you eating 
lunch, Jennifer?"  

Jennifer hadn't paid any attention to the lecture; instead, she had filled up the 
blank page in her notebook with that name. The name Mark. She felt like the 
man in Close Encounters of the Third Kind, the one who had spent the first 
half of the movie building replicas of a hill with a flat top. Like him, she knew 
the name Mark was somehow significant, but couldn't figure out how.   

She looked up at Ann. "Huh? Oh...actually, no. Sorry, Ann. Francisco said he 
would take me out for lunch."  

"Oh. Ok, that's all right. Have a good time."   

"Bye!" said Jennifer. Ann walked out as Jennifer gathered her things.  

She met Francisco by her mailbox. "Hi, Jenn!" he said cheerfully. "You ready 
to go?" She smiled and nodded, and together they walked across the street to 
Joanne's Coffee Shop, which was a restaurant near the campus often 
frequented by students. The place was fairly crowded, as usual during the 
lunch rush. Fortunately, Jennifer and Francisco didn't have to wait too long 
before they were seated.   

"So how was your day?" he asked as they waited for the waitress to notice 
them.  
Jennifer sighed. "Kind of weird. For some reason, I have this name running 
through my head. I keep trying to place it....it sounds so familiar... but I can't 
get it."  

"So what's the name? Maybe I know."  

Jennifer doubted it, but she told him anyway. "Mark."  

"Mm. Mark what?"  

"Just Mark. I can't remember a last name."  

Francisco grinned. "Just Mark? There's lots of Mark's, Jennifer."  

She sighed again. "I know. But it feels like a Mark I should know." She 
considered telling him about her dream the night before, but abandoned the 
idea. It was too personal.  

"Hmm. Should I be jealous?" Francisco joked. But, even though she knew he 
meant it in fun, it struck a chord in her. That had something to do with Mark. It 
seemed like Francisco SHOULD be jealous of Mark...for some reason. 
Jennifer went quickly through the names of all her previous boyfriends, all the 
guys she had dated, all the men she had had sex with. But none of them were 
named Mark.  

Her consideration did not go unnoticed by Francisco. "Hey! What's with that 
look on your face? Is Mark a competitor?"   

She smiled. "No, no. I was just going through the names of men I've dated, to 
see if any were named Mark."  

"None were?"  

She fought to keep from pausing again. This also struck a chord in her. She 
KNEW she had never dated anyone named Mark...but...it seemed like she 
had. "No, none were."  

"Well..." he said cheerfully. "I'm sure you'll figure it out." Then he started telling 
a story, about something that had happened in his Chemistry class. Jennifer 
only half listened, her mind wandering. Mark. Who was Mark?  

The waitress came and took their orders. Jennifer ordered a chicken salad, 
and Francisco had a burger. They started to talk again. And then, while 
Francisco was talking, Jennifer looked over his shoulder, and she saw him.  

It was the man from her dream. It was Mark. And he was staring right at her.  

Jennifer went pale, her eyes linked with the strangers. She could see he was 
sitting at the counter, drinking a coke, staring at her. He didn't look away when 
she met his gaze, but continued to stare at her, his eyes tracing a line into hers 
as if doomed to do so eternally. He had a pained expression, as if he would 
have rather returned to his coke and oblivion, but could not wrench his eyes 
from her face. Jennifer felt a weird loneliness go through her as she watched 
him. Even though she was with Francisco, she felt lonely.  

Francisco couldn't help but notice her attention had shifted. "What is it, Jen?" 
he asked, turning to follow her gaze. Jennifer could see Mark's eyes shift to 
Francisco's face, then returned to regard Jennifer for a moment, before 
returning to his coke.  

Francisco turned back. "What's wrong? You know that guy?" he asked.  

Jennifer could only shake her head weakly. "No. I'll be right back." She stood 
on wobbly legs, and walked over to Mark, not knowing what to expect. Maybe 
she was crazy. But somehow, she had to know who he was.  

Mark stared down into his soda, waiting as she approached. She stood next to 
him uncertainly. "Hi." she started. "Um...do I know you?"  

He didn't look up. "Jennifer." she heard him say.  

He knew her name. How did he know her name? She couldn't remember him. 
Yet, she could. Her mind struggled to come to grips with what was reality in 
her mind, and what was not. Finally, she asked, quietly, "Mark?"  

He looked up at her. His eyes were creased in amazed disbelief. She watched 
him, uncertainly, waiting for him to speak. Finally, he did, and as he spoke, she 
felt something reach into her mind and clean away the darkness. "Jennifer. 
Remember." he said. And suddenly, it all came back to her, flooding into her 
mind. All the memories of the past month. Memories of Mark. She knew him. 
He was Mark Robert Antonio.   

"Mark." It all came flooding back. Meeting him in the park. Going with him to 
La Rochelles. Meeting him at the dance. Talking to him in the park. Obeying 
him. Hating him. Fearing him. Kissing him. It all rushed into her mind in a 
torrent of images. "Mark. Of course. Mark."  

"You remember." he said.  

"Mark..." she said again. She gasped as her memory finally caught up. "It was 
you! You made me forget everything! Mark...why...?" She could remember her 
shock, just before his words had erased her memory, when she had realized 
what he was going to do.  

"I couldn't stand it anymore...I couldn't stand that look you had." he said. But 
he was talking to himself. His voice was low and strained. "I couldn't stand you 
not knowing who I was."  

"Mark. How could you?" she felt betrayed. Hurt and betrayed.  

He looked at her. "Jennifer...I had to. I have to do it again. It's better for you if 
you don't remember anything. You can go back to the way things were." He 
shook his head, his eyes squeezing tightly together. "I just couldn't take you 
not knowing who I was."

"Don't you dare!" she said, her voice louder than she intended. Almost a 
shriek. She caught herself, and spoke again, slower and carefully controlled. 
"Mark... please." Now her voice was pleading, but she couldn't control that. 
"Please...you can't...don't put me through that again. I thought I was going 
mad." 

The words started to rush out now. "Mark...why did you leave me? Why are 
you doing this to me? What's did I do to you? How could you put me through 
all this? What's wrong with you? Tell me, Mark...what happened?" She finally 
managed to stop the flow of words and emotion pouring from her mouth.   

Mark looked like every question had pounded against him, tearing him down 
worse than any insults ever could. "Jennifer...please...I had to...I have to 
again...it's better..."  

Jennifer sat down next to him, feeling her legs go weak under her. 
"Mark....Mark, don't do it again. Please. If I mean anything to you at all...don't 
make me forget again." 
Her mind was swirling in emotions, and it was all making her dizzy. She didn't 
know whether to hit Mark or hug him. Her mind jumped from memory to 
memory, reliving her experience with Mark backwards, forwards and sideways. 
She felt completely torn up inside.   

Mark, too, looked uncertain, and Jennifer could feel the emotions battling on 
his face, too. Finally he whispered "I have to...it's better if I do..."  

"Better for who?" she whispered quietly, feeling like her soul was drowning in a 
sea of anguish. He would do it again, he would make her forget. She tried to 
tell herself that she wouldn't forget this time, but she knew his power would 
sweep her away like before. It was all bitterly inevitable.  

"I have to...but I can't, Jennifer. I can't." And he reached out for her. That 
tipped the scales in herself, and before she was even aware of it, she was in 
his arms again. Letting herself feel safe and comforted in his grip. Clinging to 
each other, saying nothing. She could feel him shaking. That's all right, I think I 
am, too, she thought.  

Some colder, logical part of her mind told her that Francisco was getting up 
and leaving. It informed her that she was letting the possibility of a safe, happy 
relationship drift away, while clinging on to what was most likely the most 
screwed-up relationship she could ever have.  

Que sera, sera, she thought as she pressed her cheek onto Mark's shoulder 
and felt him hold her tightly.


CONTROLLING JENNIFER XII

LOVE OF GOD


I think I'm in love with Mark, Jennifer thought to herself. It was bizarre, it was 
strange, it was completely wrong, but she thought it was the truth. She was in 
love with a man who could control her with just a few words. Who could control 
ANYONE with just a few words. 

And the weird thing was, she thought he was probably in love with her, too. 


Jennifer looked at Mark's profile as he drove. She couldn't imagine having that 
kind of power at her command. It would mean never having to worry about 
anything ever again. Money would mean nothing; you could have anything you 
wanted. Power wouldn't mean anything, either. With Mark's controlling, he had 
total power, over everything. He never had to put up with rude people, or 
police, or bureaucracy, or anything ordinary people had to put up with. 

What if he WAS in love with her? What did that mean? 

"Mark..." she said. "Can I ask you a favor?" 

"What?" 

"Can I have this car?" It wasn't the white one she had been in before, it was a 
new one, a black convertible. Very classy. 

Mark shrugged. "Okay." he said. "I can always just get a new one." And just 
like that, she had a car. Jennifer was amazed. It was so easy. 

"Wow." she said. 

"What?" 

"I'm just trying to imagine what it's like to have your power." 

Mark shrugged as he made a left turn. "Well, it makes things easier." he 
replied. 

That was an understatement, she thought. It not only made things easier, it 
made things other people spent years worrying about ridiculously simple. 
Getting a car became just a matter of a few words.The more she thought 
about what she could do with such a power, the more the whole thing excited 
her. Money was nothing to Mark, and if she was dating him, it would be 
nothing to her, too. If she saw something she wanted, all she had to do was 
ask for it and it would be hers. Anything. 

They were going to a nearby mall now; it was more or less their first real date. 
Actually, Jennifer had just wanted to find a place to talk; she would have been 
willing to go anywhere. But Mark insisted that they head to the mall, to a small 
restaurant he liked to go to, where he said it was quiet and pleasant and a 
good place to talk. 
He said he would answer whatever she asked there. Jennifer thought maybe 
this was a place he wanted to show her, like maybe his special place to go or 
something. 

Or maybe he wanted to show her his new car. Correction: HER new car. 
Jennifer ran her hand over the white leather armrest. She could hardly believe 
it. "Wow." 

"You keep saying that. What is it?" 

"I can't believe you just gave me a car." Not just a car, she thought, an 
EXPENSIVE car. 

She could feel Mark's grin at her back. "A car is nothing." he said. "I could give 
you a dozen cars." 

"That's all right." she said. "I only need one." Jennifer could imagine waking up 
in the morning, to find Mark outside with a whole parking lot full of new cars. It 
was just the kind of show- off thing he would do, too. The question was, would 
she be impressed? 

Well, yeah, of course she would. Just like if he showed up with ten diamond 
rings, one for each finger. Jennifer let her thoughts drift lazily in that direction, 
wondering what Darlene's reaction would be if Jennifer showed her ten brand 
new diamond rings. Or if a limo pulled up beside them, and it was Mark come 
to whisk her away on a surprise weekend to Tahiti. 

And what about school? Sure, she had told Mark to keep his power out of her 
grades, but then, the pressure was always high, and wouldn't it be nice to be 
able to call on Mark every so often, to make things a little easier on her? Like, 
get him to postpone a test or something. That wasn't really abusing his power 
was it? She would still have to take the test, just later...so it wasn't REALLY 
cheating. Just relieving the pressure of college. That wasn't so bad, was it? 

"You're kind of quiet." Mark said. "Anything wrong?" 

"No, everything's fine." she smiled at him. "Just thinking about things." She 
paused. "Mark, do you use your powers to make things easier for you? Like 
with college? Do you have your teachers give you straight A's?" 


She was surprised when Mark shook his head. "I used to at first." he admitted. 
"But after a while I realized that grades were more or less meaningless 
anyway, for me, except as ways to judge what I've learned. I mean, I 
transferred here by using my power on the admissions committee. I don't think 
they ever even looked at my grades." He paused as they turned right. "I'm 
really here to learn, not to get good grades." 

She shook her head. "I just can't imagine it." she said. 

"Imagine what?" 

"Having things so easy." she said. "I don't understand why you're even at 
college. You have everything you want now, don't you?" 

He gave her a half-smile. "Not everything." he said. "I thought about it, and I 
decided that it would be better if it looked like I made my money legitimately. If 
I just try and take everything with my power, down the line SOMEONE is going 
to get suspicious." His smile became a little tight. "And that's one of the things 
I worry about, that someday a bunch of scientists are going to catch me and 
dissect me to see how my power works." 

"Oh." said Jennifer. She hadn't thought of that; of course scientists would be 
interested in him. Most likely the government, too. A person with a power like 
Mark's would be a powerful tool in their hands. Or else they would kill him, 
because his power also made him dangerous to them. Jennifer shivered. She 
wondered again, whether she wanted to enter into Mark's world. It was a lot 
more complex than hers had been. 

Then again, she didn't know if she could leave his world. She didn't really want 
to. Mark reminded her of the main guy in a movie she had seen about gang 
members. He was like two people. One was the powerless Mark, the Mark 
who didn't know how to deal with people, the one she could easily manipulate 
with a tear and a frown, if she wanted to. 

The other one was the powerful Mark, the controller, master of everything. 
Master of her, if he wanted. Which one did she love? Both, she admitted to 
herself. She certainly wouldn't love the powerful Mark without the other one, he 
would be a monster. The monster she had first taken him to be. And, when 
she thought about it, she probably wouldn't have fallen in love with the 
powerless Mark either. She found the whole power thing...intriguing. 

The whole thing blew her away, how she had hated Mark, and now she 
thought she loved him. Occasionally, she wondered if he had used his power, 
someway, to make her love him. But she always abandoned that idea. For 
one, the emotional roller coaster she had been going through was too genuine 
to be a result of his power. For another...well, she just didn't think he would do 
that. He could've done it from the beginning, if that was what he wanted. 

"Mark?" 

"Yeah?" 

"From the beginning, what did you want from me? And what do you want 
now?" 

He concentrated on his driving. "I really didn't know, in the beginning." he 
admitted. "I 'captured' you before I really thought about what I was going to do 
with you. I guess I thought I would use you to...um...sort of indulge my 
fantasies....but, well, it hasn't really turned out that way." 

She watched as they turned in to the mall parking lot. "You know, it's hard for 
me to forgive that." she remarked. It was true, she liked to forget his original 
intentions for her, it made it easier to forget the past. The more she 
remembered the first couple times she had seen him, the more she felt like 
she should just tell him to go away. She should...but didn't want to. "I mean, 
what you did to me in the beginning." 

Mark sighed. "Yeah. But actually, that's not really the truth either, I mean, what 
I said before. I wanted more from you than just someone to indulge my 
fantasies with. Look, wait until we get to the restaurant, all right? We can talk 
there." 

Jennifer didn't answer, she quickly lost herself in thought. She thought about 
the second time, with the limo and the fancy french restaurant. It would have 
been a really impressive first date, if it had been a date and if she had had a 
choice whether to go or not. He didn't have to go through all that glitz, not if 
she was just something to indulge his fantasies. 

Mark parked, and they walked in silence into the mall. The place was fairly 
crowded, but not overly so, and Jennifer followed Mark down the plastic 
walkways towards the restaurant. Finally, they reached the entrance to a dimly 
lit dining area. A sign in front read "Mark's Cafe." 
Jennifer looked at him curiously, and he shrugged. 

"My place." he said. 

A pretty young lady inside happily greeted Mark, and led them to what she said 
was "Mark's table." It was a small isolated area in the corner, and was 
bordered on two sides by a thriving green garden that provided an artificial out-
doorsy atmosphere. 

The chairs were extra plush and soft, and Jennifer settled comfortably across 
from Mark. Once again, she fought off being impressed. Mark could surely do 
a thousand times better if he really wanted to; she had no reason, really, to be 
impressed. But, she was. Just a little. 

After ordering two large orange juices (Mark said the orange juice was 
especially good) he turned to her. "All right." he said. "Let's talk." 

When it finally began, Jennifer wasn't really sure how to get it started. She 
finally settled on an old question. "Why did you leave that Saturday?" she 
asked. 

Mark picked up his knife, and started poking his napkin glumly. "I don't know. I 
watched for awhile, and then...well, I don't know. It seemed like you were more 
with him than with me, anymore, so I kind of thought I would leave you two 
alone. It just seemed like you had forgotten about the game, you having too 
much fun with him. And then I kind of thought, about what you 
were...um...what I was turning you into. Or what you were becoming. I suppose 
I got attacked by a heavy dose of self-doubt, finally I just left." 

Jennifer waited to see if he was finished, then spoke quietly. "I came looking 
for you afterwards. I looked all over, but you were gone. I hadn't forgotten you." 
Well, that wasn't entirely true. She hadn't forgotten him, but she hadn't been 
exactly thinking about him, either. "I guess you were my excuse, Mark. If you 
wanted me to do something, I could do it, and enjoy it, and then just say I did it 
because of you. I guess it let me act like a slut." 

"You're not a slut, Jennifer." Mark said. She was surprised by the intense 
tenderness in his voice. "Just because you enjoy sex doesn't make you a slut, 
it just makes you a human." 


Jennifer sighed and touched his hand. It was sweet to say, but he didn't 
understand. "Thanks, Mark. But I AM a slut. After that saturday, I had sex with 
Francisco...he was the guy in the park. I didn't really enjoy it, I did it because I 
felt I had to. I kind of felt like he saw me as a slut, and I had to act that way. 
No, I can't continue the way I've been going with you. I'm changing too much." 

Mark was quiet for a moment. Finally, he spoke. "So, how are things going to 
go between us now? No more games of controlling Jennifer?" 

"Mark, do you love me?" Jennifer asked. 

Perhaps she meant to catch him off-guard, to base his emotions on his 
reaction. Whatever, it was the next question she most often asked herself, and 
she wanted to know the answer. She certainly got the surprise she had 
expected; Mark was momentarily struck dumb. She was afraid he would refuse 
to answer, and when he stopped to consider, she was afraid he didn't know. 

Finally he spoke. "Whatever I say..." he said slowly "I can always make you 
forget it later." 

Jennifer just nodded, waiting. 

Mark was silent for a moment longer, and then nodded slightly. "Yes, Jennifer. 
I think I do. I think I love you." 

Jennifer didn't know what she had expected, but when he answered yes, it 
took her completely by surprise. She didn't know how to react. But it seemed 
she didn't have to worry about that, a smile crept onto her face, and she said, 
"You do?" 

"Yes, I do." he said, eyeing her with trepidation.  

Jennifer leaned back, letting the smile blossom on her face. Wow, she thought 
to herself. He actually does love me. Even more, he admits it. She wondered 
what this was the start of. Whatever it was, she felt very, very good. 

"Well?" demanded Mark after a moment. 

"What?" she asked. She looked at him with glimmering eyes; he looked 
different now that she knew he loved her. More gentle, less threatening. 

"Well, do you love me?" 

Jennifer let a moment slip by, pretending to consider, not because she really 
had any doubts as to what the answer was, but just to make it look like she 
was still a little uncertain. A game of controlling Mark. "Yeah. As crazy as it 
seems, I think I might love you, too." 

"That is crazy." he said. But he didn't look unhappy. He looked like he wanted 
to hug her, and finally he did. 

"I know it's crazy." Jennifer whispered. "After all you've put me through..." She 
felt his hold tighten. 

"You enjoyed some of it, Jennifer, I know you did." he said. His hand tickled 
the hair at the back of her neck. 

"Some of it." she answered. She didn't know how long they would hold each 
other; Mark showed no signs of releasing her, and she didn't particularly want 
to be the one to break the contact. She liked the way Mark held her; he held 
her like he needed her. 

Finally, they split apart slightly. Jennifer felt a foolish smile drift onto her face 
despite all efforts to keep it away. Their faces stood close to each other. Mark 
wasn't looking at her eyes, but down at her lips. 

She thought it was funny, now that he had the chance to kiss her freely, that 
he acted so nervous about it. When he finally did bring his lips to hers and 
start to kiss her, it was a trembling, uncertain kiss. A kiss from the other Mark, 
the vulnerable powerless Mark, perhaps. Jennifer let it last like the hug, 
keeping her lips gently against his, until he pulled away from her. 

Impulsively, she hugged him again. "Wow." she said. "I've always wanted to 
have you kiss me like that, without your power or anything." 

Just then, the lady appeared with two glasses of orange juice. Jennifer 
accepted hers, and the lady took their order. Mark suggested the hamburgers; 
he said they were good, so Jennifer ordered one. 

The lady walked away, saying it would be as fast as possible. Mark told her to 
take her time, they were in no hurry. He turned back to Jennifer. "It's different." 
he said. "Without the power, I mean."  
"How?" she asked. 

"Just different. More mechanical. Your lips kiss me, but you yourself don't. 
Kind of like that." 

"Really?" It seemed to make sense. "Is that why you seemed disappointed, 
when I kissed you after the dance?" 

He nodded. "Yeah, that was why. Well, that was part of the reason, anyway." 
He didn't go on, and she didn't press the point. 

"Hmm..." she smiled. "So is sex the same way?" 

"Huh?" 

"Sex. Is it mechanical when you use your power? Would my body make love to 
you, but I wouldn't?" 

He shrugged. "It's a very slight distinction." he said. "But yes, it's the same 
way." 

This brought another nagging question into her mind. "Have you used your 
power on a lot of women? To make them have sex with you, or whatever?"  

"Do you really want to know?" he asked. 

Jennifer thought a moment. "No." she finally admitted. "No, I don't think I want 
to know." Not now, anyhow, she thought to herself. Not while things seemed to 
be going well. Eventually, she would probably have to come to grips with Mark 
and how he used his power. But not yet. 

Then, Jennifer started wondering what it would be like. She didn't think she 
would notice the distinction between sex by control and actual sex. What if she 
noticed a guy that was particularly attractive to her? Would it be wrong to have 
Mark 'suggest' to him that he be attracted to Jennifer, too? 

Yes, it would be! she answered herself. It would be exactly like what Mark had 
done to her when he had first used his power on her. She forced the thought 
out of her mind. It was tempting, yes...but it was wrong. 


"What are you thinking about?" Mark asked. Jennifer's mind raced for a 
moment, trying to decide whether to tell him or not. Finally, she decided, why 
not? If thus far was any indication, their relationship was going to be pretty 
interesting sexually anyhow. 

"I was thinking about sex." she said. "About whether it would be wrong for you 
to 'talk' a guy into being physically attracted to me." 

"If you wanted, I could have an entire military regiment have nothing more on 
their minds but pleasing you sexually, Jennifer." That thought, and the way he 
said it, so matter-of-factly, put a rush through her. She squeezed her legs 
together, rubbing her inner thighs against each other. 

"No." she said. "I decided it WOULD be wrong. I don't want you to do that." 

"It's not as wrong as you think, Jennifer. You can make it worth their while 
most times. With my power, I can make sex ten times better for the person I'm 
screwing. Believe me, sex is very satisfying for these people; they never leave 
unhappy." 

Jennifer shook her head. "It's still wrong." she insisted. "They don't have a 
choice in the matter." 

Mark just shrugged. "So?" he asked. "Is it wrong to make someone happy 
against their will? Sure, I might have fun with it, too, but that doesn't make it 
wrong." 

Jennifer was about to reply, when the lady came by with their hamburgers. 
"Here you go." she smiled as she sat the food down. "That'll be on the house, 
of course." 

"Fine, Terry." Mark smiled back. "How's work going?" 

"It's all right. It's always kind of empty this time of day." Terry had long brown 
hair in a braid, and pretty brown eyes with long eyelashes. She was dressed 
like a typical waitress, in a pink uniform that reminded Jennifer of the outfit the 
waitresses wore on the show 'Alice.' It was fairly tight on Terry, though, and 
showed off her curves. Jennifer wondered whether it was just coincidence that 
such an pretty lady would know Mark by name, or whether it was something 
more. 

She didn't have to wonder long. Mark spoke. "Well, would you like to take a 
break?" he asked. And at those words, a distant smile slipped onto Terry's 
face, and she started to unbutton her uniform. 

Jennifer turned to stare at Mark. "A mental suggestion I planted in her mind." 
He explained. "Whenever I ask that, it makes her want to have sex." 

Jennifer was about to protest, but Terry spoke up. "Yeah." she said, her 
breathing coming quick, and her voice content. "And I'm glad Mark's always 
here when I get into these moods...he never minds." Terry had finished 
undoing the buttons of her blouse, and she pulled it open. 

She was wearing a bra made out of some heavy fabric; her breasts were large 
and strained against the constraining material. Without even showing any 
consideration for the fact that they were in a restaurant, she slipped off the 
blouse, and popped the clasp on her bra. She slipped off the fabric. Her 
breasts heaved out of their restraints; they were large, with big nipples and 
indentions where the bra had pushed into her skin. 

"I don't believe you're making her do this." Jennifer said. 

"He's not making me do this." said Terry. "I want to! Mark always makes me 
feel so good." She gave him a shy smile, and started to slip out of her skirt. 

Jennifer glanced around, and realized no one could really see them where they 
were. She now knew why Mark's regular place was so isolated. When she 
looked back, Terry had added her skirt to the pile of clothes and without any 
hesitation, yanked off her panties. 

Her slit was camouflaged by coarse brown hair, but Jennifer could smell a 
musky scent of arousal emanating from it, and as she watched, she saw a 
bead of juice drip from Terry's pussy, hanging on a long line like a spider until 
it got pressed and rubbed between Terry's legs. Her panties joined the rest of 
the clothes. 

"Well, Jennifer?" asked Mark. 

"Make her put her clothes on and go away, Mark." Jennifer said. "Please, 
Mark." 


Terry's eyes widened, and she looked at Mark, biting her lip. "Mark..." she 
said, a pleading tone adding a tenor quality to her husky voice. 

"Terry..." said Mark. "Jennifer seems to dislike you. Why don't you try and 
change her mind? You'll receive the same pleasure from her body as you will 
from mine." 

"Mark, don't..." Jennifer warned, but even as she turned to face him, she felt a 
warm body sliding beside her. A warm naked body, Terry's body, and she 
could smell the arousal between Terry's legs. Terry leaned into Jennifer, but 
Jennifer just pulled away, pressing against Mark. 

"Mark, make her stop. Now. I'm not a lesbian." Jennifer commanded him. 

"What's the difference?" he asked. "A woman's mouth is just like a man's, isn't 
it? It can bring the same pleasure." 

"It's not the same." Jennifer insisted. Terry was trying to caress Jennifer's 
shoulder, but Jennifer kept pulling back, pressing herself against Mark's side. 
"Mark, NOW!" 

Mark sighed. "All right. Terry, stop." Terry stopped, and pulled away, her face 
crumpled in frustration. "Here's the way it's going to work. Terry, under the 
table." Jennifer perked up in surprise as Terry slid under the table. 

She turned to Mark, and only had a chance to see a glint in his eyes before 
she felt his mind extending control over hers. "Jennifer, you will forget that 
Terry is a girl, and you will unable to tell that Terry is a girl. You will only be 
aware of the part of her that is touching you. Her hand. Her lips maybe." 
Jennifer felt her awareness getting cut away, limited by Mark's power. And 
then, they were all alone. Just them. No one else. 

Their food had arrived, and Jennifer felt hungry. She realized she hadn't eaten 
anything when she had originally gone out to eat, with Fransisco. She picked 
up her hamburger and bit into it. Mark had been right; it was really good. 

"Good?" he asked. He had a smug grin on his face. 

"Yeah, really good. You were...ooh!" Jennifer cut off her sentence abruptly, as 
she realized a finger was slipping along her inner leg. She felt it slip up her 
thigh, into her shorts. 
It stroked against her smooth skin, just stopping from slipping into the leg hole 
of her panties. She was startled for a moment, before she remembered; 
someone was under the table. Just a finger. She opened her legs slightly to 
give the finger easier access. 

"I was right?" Mark grinned. "Good?" 

"Yeah." she gulped. "Good. Mark...who's under the table?" The finger was 
stroking Jennifer's pussy now, through the silk of her panties, rubbing against 
her lips. She could feel herself starting to get wet, her fluids beginning to 
permeate the fabric of her panties. The finger was joined by another, both 
swirling against her slit. 

"Don't worry about it." Mark said. "Just enjoy it while you're eating your 
hamburger." He winked. "This place gives you great service." Jennifer glanced 
at him, disturbed by the change she saw in him. She was with a different Mark 
now, not the open one she had come here with, but the controller. The over-
confident one. The one with the grin. She was going to say something, but 
then the finger found her clit, and she sucked in her breath, tensing as the 
finger teased her pleasure button. 

Mark took his hamburger and started eating it, seemingly enjoying the show. 

"What's going on?" burst Jennifer, even as she leaned forward, pressing her 
pelvis into the probing hand. It slipped into her panties, and now she could feel 
the fingers directly against her vagina, probing into her slit. 

She gave up eating her hamburger, and leaned back closing her eyes, feeling 
the finger push inside her, as another finger moved in circles on her clit. She 
felt the sexual pleasure start to build. My god, she thought, Mark's going to 
make me orgasm in the middle of the restaurant. The thought of this only 
thrilled her more, and when the hand extracted itself and started to pull on the 
waist of her shorts.

Jennifer obliged by closing her legs and letting the hands slide her shorts and 
panties down her legs. Jennifer felt the seat against the bare flesh of her 
backside. Then the hands started teasing her pussy again, and she slid 
forward and spread her legs to give them better access. 

As she enjoyed the probing between her legs, her eyes fell on the clothes to 
the side. A woman's clothes. Terry's clothes. 
She remembered Terry, but where had she gone? The way Mark was acting, 
he was using his power. He was making her forget Terry. Terry was under the 
table. That had to be it. The fingers playing with her belonged to...a woman. 

The knowledge almost quenched Jennifer's sexual heat, but then she felt a hot 
mouth against her pussy, a soft tongue probing her. And it didn't matter 
anymore. Jennifer had never engaged in oral sex before, either receiving or 
giving, and it was an amazing sensation. It slipped into crevices fingers 
couldn't reach, and when the tongue slid into her, she gasped. 

Lips pressed against the swollen lips of her slit, and then the tongue moved 
onto her clit, slipping under the hood and licking her with such an intensity that 
she almost cried out. I'm close, Jennifer thought. Very close. And then the 
tongue slid over her, from top to bottom, ending on her clit, and that pushed 
her over. 

She had had bigger orgasms, and this one was snuffed as soon as it broke 
through that it had been Terry that had brought her to the climax. She still 
wasn't sure about having another woman administer to her body, although she 
admitted it wasn't that different. It was just the thought of it. 

"How was it?" asked Mark. 

"Good." she said. She leaned back flushed. I should pull on my shorts, she 
thought, but it was too much effort. Besides, she didn't really care. No one 
could see her but Mark, anyway. Mark and Terry. 

"Terry, why don't you come up here?" said Mark, smiling at Jennifer. Terry 
popped up next to Mark, still naked. Mark grinned at Jennifer, but this faded to 
disappointment when she failed to react. 

"You don't seem surprised that you just got brought off by a woman." he said, 
his voice holding a trace of annoyance. 

"Oh, I could tell." she said, secretly liking his disappointment. "Woman do it 
differently." Jennifer noticed Terry was also flushed and sweating. Mark 
absent-mindedly dropped his hand between Terry's legs and started bringing 
her to her own climax. Jennifer noticed that he barely touched her, but it 
seemed to be doing the trick. 


"How would you know?" he asked. He continued to tap on Terry's slit, and 
finally she fell into a shuddering climax. Mark pulled his hand back and ignored 
her. 

Jennifer took his other hand, and pulled it between her legs. "Guys just feel 
different." she smiled. Mark disappointed her by pulling his hand back, but 
then he kissed her on the cheek, and she felt better. 

Terry got dressed. "Why don't you get dressed, too, Jen?" Mark prompted. "So 
we can leave." Jennifer noticed he had finished his hamburger, probably while 
she had been approaching her orgasm. 

"We can't leave yet." she insisted. "I haven't eaten my hamburger." She 
noticed Terry waving as she walked away, and Jennifer waved back. Mark was 
watching her as she started eating her hamburger again. She looked at him 
between bites. "Why don't you make yourself useful?" she said, her eyes 
shining with mischief. 

"How?" he asked. 

In answer, she took his hand and put it between her legs again. "Show me the 
difference between a girl and a guy." she said. She pressed his fingers against 
her wet slit. 

He tried to pull his hand back again. "There is no difference." he told her. 
"Hands are the same." Jennifer held his hand tightly against her. 

"Well, then, do to me the same thing you did to Terry. Make me shudder. 
Make me so hot that I have to put down my hamburger." She took another bite 
of the burger. It WAS pretty good. 

Mark's hand lay limply against her vagina, and then he started making some 
clumsy motions with his fingers. His hand lacked experience, something that 
surprised her, and he was completely missing her pleasure points. By the time 
Jennifer was finishing off her hamburger, she wasn't even close to any sort of 
orgasm. She just felt frustrated. 

"Mark...come on." She said, rubbing the back of his hand. "Touch me like you 
did Terry." He had brought Terry off in less than a minute. But his fingers 
stopped their movement, and when she looked at him, he seemed downcast. 

"Jennifer..." he said "the only reason Terry got off so fast was that I have a 
suggestion in her mind that if I just touch her pussy, it'll bring her to orgasm. To 
be honest, Jennifer....that's really the only way I've ever satisfied women. With 
my power. I'm really not sure how else to do it." 

She stared at him. "Seriously?" 

Mark nodded. "Seriously. I can give you the most mind-blowing orgasms you'll 
ever have in your life with my power...but I'm not really sure how else to do it. 
I've never really worried about that before." 

Jennifer still held his hand between her legs, but now she actually clasped his 
hand in hers. "But I don't want you to use your power. I want you to do it 
yourself." she said. She suppressed a smile. So Mark, despite his previous 
experience, was a lot like a virgin. He knew how to please himself, but not 
another. 

That's all right, she thought. I'll teach him how. And she did smile. She 
reached under the table to get her shorts. "Let's get ready to go." she said.


To be continued 


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