Minding My Own Business [Chapter 1-10]

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Minding My Own Business, Part I (mc, mf, nc, teen, celeb, spank, anal,
facial)

By Fitzhemingway

Chapter 1: THE BEGINNING

The ability to manipulate minds came to me with difficulty. Years of
self-discipline and experimentation passed before I had the first hint
of control, but after I knew I was on the right track, the advances
came at significantly faster rate.

My passion for control started at age 12. Yes, for the obvious
reasons. I desperately wanted the body of Kerri Phipps, the girl who
sat in front of me in 7th Grade History. I remember her tight gray
stretch pants very well. She didn't have much for a chest (as far as I
could tell - baggy sweatshirts were too fashionable back then), but
her calves were strong, her legs were just a little plump, and Christ
was her little ass round.

To this day, I can't remember her face. I'm sure it was young and
clean, and I remember her hair was strawberry blonde and pageboy
short. My clearest memory was the way she slept through every class.
She rested her head on her arms and books and thrust her ass through
the open space between the seat and back of her chair. I can't tell
you how many times I dropped a pen, book or anything, just to crouch
under and get a good look. I could even occasionally cop a quick feel,
as if my knee had accidentally brushed against her.

When I wasn't acting like a 12-year old pervert, I was definitely
thinking like one. I thought maybe, just maybe if I concentrated hard
enough, I could mentally "suggest" she stick her ass out just a little
bit farther. By coincidence, once in a great while she'd do as I
"suggested." Not often enough for me to think I was really controlling
her, but enough that my appetite was whetted.

Junior High passed, as did High School with about as much sexual
adventure as your average Teenage Male. I had been practicing,
concentrating, and studying my craft daily, but with little to show
for it. The incidence of minor victories - a cheerleader
"accidentally" dropping a book and bending over a little to far for
modesty; the class goddess suddenly deciding to do the breast stroke
when she knew I was right behind her doing the much faster Australian
crawl; and the suddenly numb butts in a crowed locker hallway -
happened rarely, but I knew I had something going.

It was just before High School graduation day when it fell into place.
I was not going to graduate. My classic bitch English teacher wasn't
going to pass me. I walked into her room at lunch, and talked with her
briefly, acting like any other student begging for his life. All the
while I ran off at the mouth and she graded our final papers. When I
saw she came to mine, I bent all my will on her mind to give me an A.
I could feel her will budge but her hand started to mark a C on my
paper. A C wouldn't have let me graduate, and in a rage I concentrated
on her pen. Slowly, her hand stopped the curve of a C and make the
sharp lines of an A.

Mind Control was mine - but now with a bonus. I had telekinesis. It
took more work and experimentation, but in two years, full power was
mine and I could have whatever I wanted.

I had no desire yet to lock myself away in a castle with a harem of
mind-slaves. I wanted to experience the fun of my charmed life in the
real world first. So I built a life for myself in the movie industry.
The money was great, the political contacts good, and of course the
women were plenty. All the result of those years of discipline.

Chapter 2: A GOOD NIGHT OUT

Can you imagine the life I've led? Can you imagine the satisfaction of
going to the movies on a Friday Night with my power? Just last weekend
I went to a 10:00 showing of the latest Jim Carey flick. I had snagged
Jennifer Tilly for a few nights of depravity and wanted to see her
again as a blonde.

In the parking lot, I spotted a very toothsome little piece, and
mentally suggested she and her party buy tickets for my movie. No
problem.

In the theater, a moderate crowd moved mostly to the front by my
suggestion and I stayed buried in darkness in the back.

I watched for my prey. There she was. A sweet little beach bunny came
in with her mother and slightly older brother. She couldn't have been
more than 14 and tight as could be. Her legs were tanned, curvy and
firm, and her ass was struggling with white shorts she'd probably had
since she was 9. Her tits were the cutest ripe little cones perking
out of a light blue tank top. A very edible girl.

This was easy. Five minutes into the film I reached across ten rows
with my mind and ever so gently began tickling her pussy and pinching
her nipples. Just light pressure... not enough that she'd notice at
first. I worked her up slowly, even putting the faintest rub on her
tight little asshole. In few minutes I was having fun seeing her
silhouette squirm in her seat, but soon was time for the real show.

For the first time, I entered her mind.

Carrie was her name... A virgin... Oh God.... she was just 13 and
ready to cream her shorts! I probed memories at found her pretty
sexually innocent. At the moment she was embarrassed at her sudden
horniness and a little scared. What was happening to her? She felt so
gooood... but her mom was starting to look at her funny.

I could sense her brother start to notice Carrie's aroused squirming
too. I liked him already. He had quite an imagination concerning all
the things he wanted to do to his little sister.

Not just yet Sonny!, I thought and commanded to him. But when she's
home tonight, she'll be your private little plaything. I just need to
break her in first..

I called to Carrie's mind.... Come sit in the back... Your mom won't
notice.

Indeed she wouldn't. With my help, Mom would forget she even had a
daughter until I got through with the nubile 13 year old. Carrie
followed my command and quickly came to sit next to me.

I had made sure no one would disturb us. Jim Carey would be
particularly watchable tonight. Anybody who had to, would piss in
their seats before they went to the bathroom.

Carrie was practically out of breath from arousal. My eyes had
adjusted well to the dark, and I looked down at her thighs rubbing
against each other in sexual agony. My telekinesis was basically on
autopilot now, and she was pretty close to cumming.

How did a 13 year old ever get legs that shapely? She was already
shaving them too. Her little face was an angel's... bright blue eyes
and a button nose, and delicious overbite. I ran my hands over her
smooth thighs and she gasped. She hadn't noticed me yet.

"What are you doooing?" she asked dreamily. My hands had spread her
legs far apart now, each one draped over an armrest. Very firm, very
smooth, very young!

"Why, I'm just going to play with you for a while little honey." I
said. My own breathing was ragged as I pulled her little tank top over
her head. No bra. Tanlines. The pinkest little nipples and the taste
of butter. Carrie was frozen, but her mind was still a little self
aware.

"My Mom wouldn't.... this... whatareyou.... nooo....."

"Shut up little thing. You're mine for a while." I stood up and faced
her. I'm a tall guy, but this little teen was just the right height as
sat in the movie chair. My hands grabbed either side of her head, I
opened her mouth with my mind, and slipped the head of my cock into
her warm, wet mouth. She sucked and bobbed as best she could, but I
wanted more. I suppressed her gag reflex and stroked her little ass
with a dose of the TK. With handfulls of sun-bleached blonde hair, I
thrust my cock all the way down her throat and forced her nose into my
abdomen.

Ohh... this was fantastic! My cock had completely disappeared into
Carrie's little angel face. I tilted her head a bit so I could see her
throat engorge as my cock raped her mouth, in and out. Her eyes looked
up at me as a slave trying desperately to please her master, but at
the same time scared to death, because part of her was aware what was
happening to her. I wish I could say I fucked that underage mouth for
hours, but she was too much for me after just a few dozen trusts.

For the last time, I pulled my cock out of her mouth, ever so slowly.
The saliva glistened in the dark as I grabbed my cock with my right
hand, and held her head pulled back fast with my left. Her chin thrust
up toward me, and her lips were parted open as I stroked my tool
faster. With grunts of my own, the first rope of come splashed the
little blonde on the cheek and ran into her eye. More cum shot into a
nostril, over her tongue, down her throat and even more splashed all
over her lips. This thirteen year old sex toy had been blessed with
the best face bath I'd managed all week. She involuntarily moved to
wipe her face off, but I stopped her before she could ruin the image.

This scared, pretty face gleamed with cum reflecting the light from
the move screen. Even in the dark, I could see the peach-golden skin
of her young face blush with the shame and heat of the act. It looked
so good, but now I had to upset the image myself. You see, I was still
as hard as Gibraltar, and had not yet used this girl for the purpose I
drew her to.

It was that ass, you see. Those tight, short white shorts had caught
my attention in the parking lot and was the whole reason I had drawn
her to me. Cum still dripping off her face, I pulled her up and
traded places with her. Now I sat in the chair and ran my hands over
her cotton-clad ass.

"Take your shorts off you little cock-tease," I commanded.

Her hands moved to her waistband and started to unbutton, but she
paused. "What are.... what... nooo...," she whimpered.

"Are you scared little Carrie?," I cooed as my finger moved under her
shorts, caressing the sweetest thing in this world.

"Uh huh"

"Good dear. Now SHUT UP, take off your shorts and bend over the seat
in front of you." A mental command reinforced with a verbal command
reinforced with a TK push was too much for this girl's last vain
resistance. The shorts went down, and she buried her head in the seat
in front, so far that her feet no longer touched the ground.

This poor girl was putty to me. I'd have to remember to give some
semblance of self control back to her. Boy, was her older brother in
for a treat when the family got home tonight!

Faced with spread pink rose petals of 13 year old pussy, and a
puckered pinkish-brown asshole. I did what had to be done and buried
my face in the teen's glory. Each hand massaged a globe of ass flesh
as I fucked Carrie with my tongue - first gently in her pussy, and
then roughly around the ring of her asshole. I wished I had another
set of hands to rub up and down the inside of her soft young thighs,
but I just had to concentrate on that peachy ass!

My tongue and mental commands had loosened the girl's asshole (I
didn't want to damage her too much, I wanted to leave some fun for her
brother) enough for the final round of fun. I stood up, cock at the
ready, and slipped that meat into the young girl's ass. Her ass almost
hurt my cock, it was so tight.

This was one of those tight asses you see bouncing along the beach in
summertime. A little thirteen-year-old slut in training who knows
she's driving the old guys nuts, but doesn't know the depravity
they're really considering. This underage beach bunny, Carrie, had
just found out.

There I was, banging a beach-bunny cock tease in her tight little
virgin ass, in the back of a crowded movie theater. I had started
slowly, but she had loosened up just enough that I picked up the pace.
Those globes of tush sucked my cock in tight. It was a struggle just
to pull out far enough so I could be sucked back into that virgin ass.
I kept up the raping ream, and decided to have a little more fun. I
removed the last SHUT UP command I had given the girl.

"Uhhhhuhhhh... ohhh. huh...huh.. hellp.. god....." she kept
whimpering. "buhhh... my butttt....... what are you...... my
aaaassssssss....." I kept up the pace, fucking that little butt as it
would never be fucked again - for the first time. Carrie kept up the
cries, and I decided to turn up the pleasure for her. I entered her
mind again, and threw a few switches. I set her on the road to a
shuddering orgasm, with a twist - she'd never be able to come again
without a dick up her tight backdoor.

"My AAASSSSSS!!!! Oh God You're fucking my ASSSSSS. I'm just a little
girl, and you're fucking my butt!!!!" (OK, so I implanted a few
words.) Not one member of the audience turned around, but I'm sure I
inspired a few wet dreams for later. Carrie was trashing around on her
own now. "Oh God please fuck it.... don't stop raping my little ass!"
Carrie was rubbing her face now, groping for any of my cum that hadn't
yet dried up, and shoving it into her mouth.

I needed more room to fuck this little girl. I reached an arm around
her and picked her up, my cock still ensconced in her rump.

"No!!!!!" she screamed, "please..... don't stop fucking my little
ass!!"

I carried her into the aisle and obliged her. I tossed her face down
on the floor, so she could taste the milk-duds, and rode her ass like
a little pony. Carrie banged her fists and kicked her feet as I rammed
into her butt. The 13-year old screamed a final time in massive
orgasms as I shot my load deep in to her rectum.

Panting, I stood up on weak legs and commanded Carrie to clean off my
cock with her mouth. I wiped off the saliva first on her hair, and
then on her cute little tits. After a quick little spank, I commanded
her to get her clothes and clean herself up. I dressed myself,
released my restraining command on the audience and walked out of the
theater.

Thankfully, I had remembered to grab Carrie's address from her mind. I
would visit her again someday. Now that she was so pliable, I was
curious what fun her brother would have.


Chapter 3: CINDY

Like I said, I used my talent to make a name for myself in Hollywood.
I found my desired power and money as an influential Producer and
opportunities were everywhere.

Just like I broke the will of that hot little girl in the theater, I
had broken the will of several stars and starlets, careful to return
them to work in one piece. I was on well my way to a good size stable
of ready women.

For five days now, Yasmine Bleeth has been chained up in my basement.
Yeah, you heard she's on vacation, but you know better now.

Samantha Mathis is down there too, keeping Yasmine company. On my
strict orders, Samantha is oiling up Miss Bleeth. She knows to get the
Baywatch star's pussy's shaved and licked clean, and to make sure her
asshole is well lubed. Samantha can force the brunette to eat her
plump pussy, and she can use her gorgeous lips in return only as long
as Yasmine never achieves orgasm. Until I come home of course,
tonight's a special night.

Yasmine was a little difficult for me. It took two solid days of work
before I could convince her that running around my mansion with only a
light sheen of baby oil and a butt plug was perfectly natural.

The first time I came on her face was different. That sexy brunette
had enough will of her own left to give me the slightest look of
disgust. Revenge was simple - I had enough control of her mind enough
that banishment to my basement dungeon was little punishment. The
torture she had to endure was not having my cock in her ass for five
days. Tonight was supposed to be the night I broke her fast and gave
her what she so desperately needed.

The idea of shoving my cock down Samantha's throat before I stuck it
in Yasmine's ass was enough to keep me smiling all afternoon. I evened
turned down a lunch with Natalie Portman, not wanting to tempt myself
and be too drained for the evening.

At least that was the plan. Things soon went to hell in another
production department and the Studio had decided to switch features on
us. It was 4:00, my secretary told me, and I now had a meeting with
the the star of my new project.

When I glanced at the production notes, my eye's bugged when I saw the
star. This was a piece of ass I had always angled for, but never got
close enough to. She was gorgeous. She was unobtainable. She was
classy. She was Cindy Crawford. I couldn't wait to have her.

"Debbie," I paged my secretary, "Call the house staff and tell them to
prepare for a guest."

"Yes, Sir." Debbie replied sharply. She was one of mine too, and
pouting today because I denied her a quick load of cum on her
afternoon coffee break. She escorted Ms. Crawford into the room and
gave me a sour look. She new I had a new toy and was jealous.

"Hello, Ms. Crawford," I said, ignoring Debbie. The slinky asian
quickly left the office.

"It's very nice to meet you Cindy." I continued, "I'm afraid I have an
emergency at the home office, would you mind coming with me in the
car? We can discuss the project over dinner" I was a little eager, but
she went for the command.

"Oh... uh...," Cindy stammered as her thoughts fell in line the way I
wanted them. "Sure, I'd be happy to. Thanks. I'd love the chance to
get to know you better." Not bad, Cindy was pretty pliant.

Before we left, I wanted just a little fun. Cindy (just off the set)
was wearing a dark blue cocktail dress, cut several inches above the
knee. The heels were high, and her face and hair were made up
perfectly. Subtle commands were already at work on her, and the super
model's body language became more open and sexy. He lips were pouting
and moist. This was going to be perfect.

"Cindy," I asked innocently. "Why don't you come over here. Bend over
my desk, will you?"

"Mm? Oh, Sure!" she complied like a dream. Cindy bent over my low
desk, resting on her elbows and cradling her face in her hands. I
looked into those beautiful eyes and lips and got lost for a second.

"What did you have in mind?" she asked seductively. I could see her
ass waving slightly from over her shoulder, and reached out with
telekinesis to put some pressure on her clit. "MMmmm...," she moaned
slightly, lost in my mind control.

"Cindy, Cindy," I tsked. "you are a slut aren't you?," my question
also implanted the command. I eased out of my chair, and made my way
around her.

"Unhh...I'm.. Cindy's a... a slut... Cindy's a SLUT!" Her last word
was almost a squeal. I love making them talk in third person. Her ass
swayed to the left and right, and started bucking a bit towards me. I
was almost going to fast, Cindy didn't take much work at all.

Cindy was sucking on her fingers now. I freed that last inhibition,
and one finely manicured hand shot between her legs and rubbed
furiously.

"UNNNhhhh," she cried. "God.. I'm a slut... I need a..." Quickly I
corrected her. "Cindy... needs... a cock! Cindy's a... SLUT!!" Each
word was pout.

Delicately, I pushed her skirt over her ass. Even on the Set, Crawford
had been wearing a satin thong. The purple of the thong was a sight to
behold between the golden globes of her ass. I'd heard she's put on a
little weight, but it must have only been a pound or two, and it went
just to the right place!

I crouched there for a moment, basking in Cindy Crawford's luxuriant
ass. I rubbed cheek to cheek for a while and buried my nose in her ass
crack. Her fingers were working her pussy with abandon, and I gently
bit at her plump vulva through the fabric of her panties.

"GAWD! Eat my pussy.... Lick Cindy's Pussy! Rim Cindy's Asshole!" she
begged. I figured it was time to change things.

I rose, and went to the large easy chair in the corner of my office.

"Cindy!," I barked.

"Yessss...." She straightened herself up and smoothed out her cocktail
dress. Her eyes smoldered and she thrust her lower lip out as she
pleaded to me. "Will you please fuck Cindy now?"

I paused and let her stew. My mind implanted new commands of youth and
apprehension. "Cindy has not been a nice young lady, has she?" Her
face dropped. "Cindy shouldn't be asking strangers to lick her pussy
and suck her asshole, should she?" Cindy shook her head. I started
turning the apprehension in to fear.

"Cindy. Come to me dear." She slowly made her way towards me. "Take of
those heels. Nice girls don't wear heels." She slipped out of them.
God, even her feet were sexy. "Now, Cindy, climb up on my lap."

Too eagerly, she threw herself in my arms, with a hopeful smile. In a
slightly huskier voice, she practically oozed, "you gonna fuck Cindy
now?"

"No Cindy, You know you've been bad, it's time for a spanking." Her
eyes widened with fear. She had the emotions of a preteen for the
moment, and scared of a big male hand on her backside.

"Nooo," she pleaded.

"You'll take your spanking Cindy, you might even like it." Before she
could protest, I whipped her around and shoved her face down and off
to one side. Her knees rested over the other edge of the chair and her
ass started to arch toward my face with my silent command. With a
blast of telekinesis, I shredded Cindy's cocktail dress and blew it
across the room.

Arguably the most desired woman in the world was now squirming naked
in my lap, afraid of (and at my newest command) desiring a good
spanking. I ran my hand over her smooth, toned haunches, pinching and
rubbing sensitive flesh. Goose flesh rose for a moment, giving me my
cue. SMACK SMACK. Two quick slaps on the right cheek left it jiggling
slightly. SMACK SMACK SMACK. Two again on the right and one on the
left. I wanted to keep the rhythm as random as possible. I rubbed her
glorious tush for a moment, soothing any pain (Hell, I don't know if
it really soothed, it just feels good to me)

SMACK. SMACK. SMACKSMACKSMACK. I continued as Cindy began moaning. I
was slapping on the backside of her long thighs too. Two hands were
needed now, one to spank and one to smooth. SMACK. SMACK. SMACK SMACK.
Her cries were squeals of delight now. I had turned up her pleasure
for the moment.

As I spanked, slapped and rubbed, I started paying special attention
to Cindy's pussy. SMACK. The heat was in my face now. SMACK. SMACK.
She smelled honey-sweet and dripping so much that each spank spread a
little moisture. I was slowing down the spanks now and just played
with Cindy's sex for a while.

She started begging again, "Would you Fuck Cindy? Fuck Cindy like a
bitch. Fuck Cindy's pussy. Fuck CINDY's FACE!" The last must have
carried outside to my secretary's office

Who could refuse such a request? I sent a few commands out to my
secretary and she burst through the door, in full asian bitch mode.
Debbie was the cool elegant asian in many beer commercials that caught
my eye. It took quite a bit of work too turn her mouth into my
favorite daily sperm receptacle, and a little bit less to make her a
class cat-fighter.

Debbie stormed towards me and Cindy (still squirming on my lap) and
reached for a mess of Cindy's hair. The look on my secretary's face
scared ME. I'd have to tone her jealousy down a bit, but this was kind
of fun to watch.

"Get off him Bitch... You a cocksucker? You want to suck his cock?,"
Debbie screamed at Cindy as she pulled her to my desk by her hair.

Debbie cleared the desk with one hand, and pulled Crawford up with the
other. After a little wresting, Debbie had the naked Cindy pinned to
my desk almost spread eagled. "C'mon Boss, Give this slut what she
wants. Fuck her face!" Debbie's voice was really a command to me, and
Cindy's fear was growing of it's own accord. Confident in Debbie, I
knew my supermodel wasn't going anywhere.

I decided to give Cindy her self-awareness again, with a full memory
of every thing that had happened. She was pinned on her back with her
head dangling off the edge of the desk. Upside down, she saw me
coming, cock at the ready.

Cindy's mouth was an O of fear and shock. Just as she started to
scream... "AAAAHHrmmphhh" I rammed my dick down her throat. Her head
was thrown back against the side of the desk as I raped Cindy
Crawford's gorgeous smile. I fucked the terrified model's mouth just
like I rode that thirteen-year-old girl's ass.

I wrapped my hands around her neck as I rode her. Not to strangle
(Although it crossed my mind for a moment) but to just feel her neck
swell as my cock drove in and out.

"Fuck the bitch's Face Boss. Fuck it as hard as you fuck mine" Debbie
was looking me in the eye with a face that made me wish I had two
cocks.

But I kept riding Cindy's warm, wet throat until I knew I was close to
spent. It didn't take me long, but before I did, I took mercy on her.
I flipped some mental switches, and she was Cindy Slut again, with her
whole mouth and throat a very sensitive erogenous zone. My five last
strokes were all it took before Cindy was bucking so hard in orgasm,
that Debbie fell off her. Grabbing her throat quickly, was able to
keep her head pinned as I shot wad after wad into her mouth and face.
Cum was dripped of her mouth, but Cindy was quick to recover it with
her fingers and it disappeared with a lick and a smile.

The sight was the answer to a long dream. Cindy Crawford spread on my
desk, spent from a massive orgasm, licking up bits of my come from her
face.

Now I had to get this latest, greatest toy home. Yasmine would just
have to wait a few more days, or maybe I could find a way to use her
with Cindy.

Crawford's clothes were shredded, but I've come across that problem
before. Rummaging through a drawer, all I could find were a pair of
thin white cotton shorts and an un-matching bikini top. I tossed them
to Cindy and told her to get dressed.

Awwww... those shorts were really to tight, and with that tan and no
panties, well... Jeeze... Cindy was still as wet as Splash Mountain
too. That bikini top didn't cover much either. I think it was only
three square inches of fabric up front! At least her high heels are in
one piece.

Cindy, still looking horny, rubbed her throat and pouted a bit.

"What dear?," I asked. "Oh you can't say anything? I guess I did abuse
your throat a bit. It'll clear up. C'mon Cindy Slut, gimmie a little
smooch." She did, and her tongue leapt into my mouth.

"That's enough, Cindy Slut." I reluctantly pulled away from her eager,
freshly fucked mouth. "I need to take you home now."

Ready to go, Cindy and I walked out of my office and through the still
crowded studio office building. She was all over me, running her hand
over my chest and sticking her tongue in my ear. Cindy was oblivious
to the crowds staring at her as we make our way out the door. I
chuckle when I think of the paparazzi and the eye full they're in for.
Just before the outer door, I run a quick hand over her ass, give her
a little tongue and pinch a nipple.

"You'll never guess what I've got in store for you tonight."

Just for a brief second, my mind lets the real Cindy free and I take a
little pleasure in the horror in her eyes.



Chapter 4: The Ride Home

The paparazzi that always followed Cindy Crawford fell away quickly as
my limo sped off. Lauren, my major domo and chauffeur, was used to
quick getaways when I had a famous woman in my possession. Lauren
smiled at me from the rear view mirror. She approved of tonight's
entertainment.

"How are you sir?," she asked in her sultry voice. I had found Lauren
in a High School theater company a few years back. She was the
spitting image of a teen-age Lauren Bacall, and I had molded her
personality so she could carry off "the Look" almost as well as the
original. I could almost fall in love with the 20-year old, if I let
my self. Our sex was electric, and as close to perfection as I had yet
encountered. I only rarely used her for my sexual release lately. I
didn't want to spoil myself and lose interest. Mostly she ran the
household and kept an eye out for girls that needed my attention.

I sighed satisfactorily, "Sated, Lauren... for now. Have any
pick-me-ups?" Up front, Lauren winked. She reached into the glove
compartment and passed back a small envelope containing a few *****.
It's not a manly habit, I know, but these ***** would give me the
sexual potency I'd need for tonight. I downed them and chased them
with a little scotch from the minibar.

Switching my attentions, I put one arm around Cindy and drew her
close. Absently, my free hand caressed her long, tanned thigh. I
pulled her face close to mine, but instead of a kiss, I looked deeply
into her eyes... and let my consciousness invade her mind.

Her sexual history wasn't as varied as I expected. Richard Gere really
was a homosexual, and Cindy had nothing to do with the gerbil
incident. A few abusive boyfriends, and a some lesbian tendencies
(Cindy was currently enjoying the attentions of a still-in-the-closet
Jaime Lee Curtis. Hmm... Jaime Lee and Cindy... a forest of perfect
legs. I'd have to sample that soon.) She already had a thing for
dicks in her ass (a little disappointing, I like to break them in),
but hated bondage (my smile came back).

Now, she was calm and still aroused from my earlier ministrations. I
explored her mind deeper, and learned all I needed to fully control
her. I could command her from any distance now. Whenever I wished, I
could tune in to her "channel" and take control as if she were in my
arms. I probed a different area, and rattled off some numbers out loud
for Lauren. I now had access to Cindy's personal fortune.

I left some latent commands and switches in place before I withdrew
from Cindy's mind. With a word from me, she would be her normal self
with no memory of me, or a toy for my pleasure or anyone else I gave
her to. Her eyes fluttered a bit with bewilderment, and fixed quickly
on mine.

"Oh..... Master...." Cindy cooed. She was completely subservient and
completely in love and lust with me. Her lips pressed mine and her
mouth opened. The inside of her mouth was inviting and her tongue was
hot and powerful. Cindy knew how to kiss. Such a kiss was a novelty to
me, and I lingered there while my hands roamed her body. I pinched and
rubbed her breasts, bringing her button nipple to firmness. I couldn't
stay away from her legs... they were so smooth and supple. Her white
cotton shorts were beyond damp now. My fingers traced the outline of
her mound and gently pushed on her clit.

"Ahhh!!" she squealed. Cindy squirmed out from under me and before I
knew it, straddled me as she ground her pussy into my crotch. "Mmm..
fuck me... please..." she gasped between kisses. "Please... fuck
Cindy, Master... Cindy needs your cock, Master." I let her continue
begging while both my hands gripped her cotton-clad ass. Cindy's scant
bikini top was no barrier to me. My teeth pulled it aside and I was
rewarded with a mouthful of fleshy tit. Her nipple was a toy for my
tongue to play with.

The feel of cotton under my hands when I wanted flesh was tiresome. My
fingers searched for the seam that passed along the crack of her ass.
With little effort, the shorts ripped apart and the globes of Cindy
Crawford's ass spilled into my hands. I threw the shorts on the Limo
floor and gained complete access to Cindy's body.

Cindy rubbed her breasts all over my face, and my index finger found
the puckered ring of her asshole. I pressed, sucked, rubbed and
explored her body to the point I even lost awareness of myself.

Her begging was becoming more insistent, and I released my grip on her
ass to let her have her way. She kneeled between my legs on the limo
floor and worked off my belt and trousers. Her eyes were fixed on my
cock and her lips glistened and quivered in anticipation.

"May Cindy suck Master's Cock?" she begged, and her eyes never left my
throbbing staff. Cindy kept her hands clasped behind her back in
subservience. I met Lauren's eyes in the rear-view mirror.

"What do you think my dear?" I asked.

Lauren raised an eyebrow in consideration. "If you think she's up to
it... all she has to do is open up her lips and blow." I rolled my
eyes and returned to Cindy.

"Suck it, my little slut." I commanded.

I almost jumped out of the car seat, as her head fell to my dick.
Saliva ran in streams down the shaft of my cock as Cindy's head rose
and fell. She switched back and forth between licking my balls and
running her tongue up my glans. Her mouth gently engulfed one
testicle, and her well manicured hand jacked my dick while it eclipsed
half of her beautiful face.

The sight of it was even greater than the feel. Cindy's eyes rolled
back into as her tongue rubbed the very tip of my cock. She was
milking it for the taste of my come... a side effect of one of my
mental commands. Her hand that wasn't pulling and stroking my dick
reached to the floor of the car and rubbed and probed her plump, pink
pussy. Soon it traveled farther back, and I heard her moans of ecstasy
as her middle finger stuck itself in her own asshole.

The limousine was now making it's way up Coldwater Canyon, and would
soon reach Mullholland Drive and home. I only had a few minutes left
of the drive, and wanted release.

Grabbing a fistfull of hair, I pulled Cindy's head away from a
tremendous deep throat. Thin ropes of saliva and pre-come stretched
across the distance between her mouth and my dick before they snapped
away. I grabbed Cindy's shoulders and pulled her up to me again.
Eagerly, she straddled me and impaled herself on my waiting cock for
the first time. Cindy screamed in a minor orgasm, and I nearly lost it
myself.

It was literally the hottest pussy I'd ever enjoyed. Cindy must run 10
degrees hotter down there than anyone else! Lubrication from her mouth
and her liberally flowing pussy ensured a smooth ride, and Cindy took
advantage of it. She rode me faster and faster, her arms outstretched
and pressed to the limo roof and windows. Her breasts bobbed up and
down in a blur. I had to grab them with both hands to get my mouth on
them.

Her tunnel of love was heaven to my cock. The walls of her pussy
gripped my meat firmly as it slipped in and out. Once again, my hands
mauled her ass and forced her body down even harder every time she
began a downward thrust. With every stroke, my cock seemed to spear
her deeper and deeper. She was breathing hard and starting to come for
a massive, final time. I couldn't wait any longer either. One of my
large hands grabbed her shoulder and pushed her body onto my cock as
hard as I could. My other hand gripped Cindy's outstretched throat and
slowly squeezed.

Cindy was coming hard as I pushed my hips up a final time, ramming my
cock into her as far as I could. Orgasm racked my body, and spurt
after spurt of come shot into the model. My hand squeezed harder and
harder around Cindy's gorgeous neck. Her mouth worked open, struggling
for air... and involuntary panic filled her eyes. The combination of
her shuddering orgasm and asphyxiation sent signals to her brain she
couldn't comprehend... I squeezed until her head relaxed and the tip
of her luscious tongue peeked out a corner of her mouth. My grip on
her lovely body eased and she fell unconscious to the floor, my cock
slipping out of her steamy cunt for the last time.

I exhaled in satisfaction, and gazed at the model as she lay sprawled
on the limo floor. My mind touched hers briefly, just to make sure no
permanent damage had been done. Sure enough, she was just passed out.

I pulled my pants up and brushed my hair back as the limo pulled
inside the security gates and toward the front of my mansion. Ever
efficient, Lauren had called ahead to the staff, and my two lovely
hispanic nurses were waiting with a gurney to take Cindy into the
house. I staggered out of the car rather weak-legged from the
experience. "Inez," I said, nodding back to the limo. "Take Miss
Crawford inside and get her cleaned up."

"Standard procedure Master?" she asked.

I considered it. My standard orders for new girls meant a strict diet
of clear liquids and vitamins for several days. The nurses would shave
the new catch completely from the neck down, thoroughly douche them
and administer several enemas. After that, the new girl's skin would
be conditioned and oiled and she'd be fitted with new costumes, all of
which included collars. Putting Cindy on the standard treatment meant
she wouldn't be ready for me tonight, but maybe another change in
plans was o.k. It keeps me on my toes.

"That will be fine Inez. I don't want to tire of this one too quickly.
Take her away." I patted Inez gently on the behind and gazed wistfully
at Cindy's lovely, unconscious body as my nurses wheeled her away.
Lauren appeared at my side, glamorous as always in her snug black
uniform.

"Changed your mind sir?" She also eyed Cindy's form until it
disappeared into the house. I'd indulge her sometime soon.

"For now. No need to spoil her yet," I answered. "Keep the limo ready.
I'm going to clean myself up and check up on things in the house.
We'll make a run later tonight."

Lauren smiled mischievously and turned away. What a wiggle in her
walk!

Chapter 5: Interlude

In my office, after my shower, I considered my plans for the evening.
Cindy Crawford could wait. Yasmine Bleeth and Samantha Mathis were
still waiting for me in the basement, but my interest was elsewhere.

The large computer screens before me showed a huge selection of
entertainment. Thinking of Cindy brought to mind and idea.

"Jamie Lee Curtis," I spoke aloud. Computers accessed my database and
requested information appeared on screen.

ENTRY C671: Jamie Lee Curtis STATUS: No Control Established LOCATION:
London, England - on set. COMMENTS: Class A legs and ass. Have
computer remind me to take her before she gets out of shape.

"Hmm... " I considered.

SHALL I CONSIDER YOU REMINDED ABOUT THIS ENTRY?.... asked the
computer.

"Yes," I responded. "Random Display, Entire Database." The computer
flashed a series of entries.

ENTRY 502: "Kirstie" STATUS: Light Control Established LOCATION:
Anaheim, CA COMMENTS: Probably 16. A blonde handful. Perky tits and a
cute face. Raped her in a Disneyland restroom and blanked her short
term memory. SEE ALSO: "Carrie," "Donna," "Felicity," and "Sheryl"

"Next."

ENTRY C513: Alicia Silverstone STATUS: Heavy Control Established
LOCATION: Washington D.C. Apartment COMMENTS: Quite a cocksucker.
Decent buns. Sent her and Stacey Dash to President Clinton in exchange
for Lincoln Bedroom visit. Hmm.. you know, Chelsea's starting to look
good. SEE ALSO: Liv Tyler

"Next."

ENTRY C456: Barbara Streisand STATUS: Heavy Control Established
LOCATION: Beverly Hills, CA COMMENTS: Ychhh!!! But she's rich...

"Next."

ENTRY 235: "Carrie" STATUS: Heavy Control Established LOCATION:
Ventura County, CA COMMENTS: 13 years old with a world-class ass. Took
her in the back of a crowded movie theater. Since then, she's been her
older brother's plaything. He's recently been loaning her out to the
men of the neighborhood for cash. SEE ALSO: "Donna," "Felicity,"
"Kirstie," and "Sheryl"

"Good. Next"

ENTRY C127: Madonna STATUS: Control Relinquished LOCATION: New York,
NY COMMENTS: Good legs, muscle tone. Great fun turning her into a
complete submissive. Still have access to her financial advisors.

"Next."

ENTRY C444: Carrie Fisher STATUS: Control Relinquished LOCATION: Los
Angeles, CA COMMENTS: Great nostalgia trip. Took three months to get
her back into shape, but chaining her up in that bronze bikini was
worth it.

"Next."

ENTRY 005: Michelle P. STATUS: Heavy Control Established LOCATION:
Provo, Utah COMMENTS: Everybody has a cute cousin right?

"Next."

ENTRY C105: Jennifer Aniston STATUS: Light Control Established
LOCATION: Los Angeles, CA COMMENTS: Kept her tied up for five days,
just so Lauren could play with her. God, we scared the shit out of
her. SEE ALSO: Courtney Cox, Lisa Kudrow.

"Next."

ENTRY C189: Deborah Norville STATUS: No Control Needed! LOCATION: Los
Angeles, CA COMMENTS: A unique experience... she just fell in love
with me. Great for facials. SEE ALSO: Katie Couric

"Next."

ENTRY C059: Racquel Darrian STATUS: Heavy Control Established
LOCATION: Household Staff COMMENTS: Fun to capture ï I'll never forget
the first time I raped her ass. A guest favorite for parties. SEE
ALSO: Dyanna Lauren, Traci Lords, Julia Hayes

"Oh Bother... Stop Computer!" Almost 1000 entries, and I knew nothing
in the database would satisfy tonight. It's a curse that comes with my
abilities -- nothing holds my sexual interest for long.

"Lauren," I called to the intercom. "I hope the car is ready. We're
going hunting tonight."

"Yes, Sir!"

Chapter 6: The Great Friday Night Hunt

I was back in the limo, cruising the streets of Los Angeles on a brisk
Fall night. I chewed another pick-me-up and sipped a scotch as I
looked aimlessly out the window.

"Friday night Lauren," I was dripping boredom. "Any suggestions?"

"You could take over another strip club for your own use again," she
suggested. I smiled in recollection. A few weeks ago in Michigan, I
banished all the men from an exclusive little strip club in Grosse
Point. I took complete control of 16 nubile college girls. tenderly
and brutally, I violated all of them over a 24-hour period. When
someone with my mental abilities goes on a bender, it's quite a party.

"That's an idea... let's make our way for Orange County then. Better
pickings." Lauren's suggestion was good, but I knew I wouldn't settle
on it. At least we had a direction now. Good old white-bread
republican Orange County.

The suburbs in the Fall.... memories of Friday night football games
flooded into my mind. Perfect.

"I've got a better idea my dear, let's find ourselves a High School in
a rich neighborhood." Boredom had found it's answer for me.

At all times, Lauren carried an extensive listing of nightclubs, strip
clubs, colleges, high schools, junior high schools and anywhere else
potential entertainment might be found. She found a likely High School
and we pulled into the crowded parking lot.

The lights from the field drew us like moths and I was almost giddy
with anticipation. It cost me $3 at the gate to enter a veritable
candy store.

"Lauren, I think I can handle things on my own here," I said. "Why
don't you check out the Visitors side for anything interesting. My
faithful aide nodded and briskly walked away. Her black leather
pantsuit drew many stares from students and parents alike.

I stood in the open space that separated the Gymnasium from the back
of the Home stands. Students milled around, waiting for the game to
start. I could hear the timeless strains of a bad marching band
performing in the distance.

With my mind, I broadcast a sort of 'white noise' that touched every
one in the vicinity. With this ability I had become effectively
invisible, and could roam at will.

My first target stood alone with her back against the Gymnasium wall.
She was a brunette (5' 2" or so) with a baby face and ballerina legs,
probably 16. As I got closer I noticed she was part hispanic, softened
with european or possibly asian features. I opened her awareness to me
as I approached. She offered a glance but otherwise took no notice.
Doesn't it suck when 15-year olds don't pay attention to you any more?

I paced back and forth in front of her, leaning in a bit to examine
her. She started to look uncomfortable, but my command had rooted her
feet in place.

"Are you a dancer honey?" I asked her. She was scared now. "Those are
great little legs... You should be a cheerleader." I paralyzed her
voice. She tried to pull her rather short skirt further down to cover
up her legs, but found with horror she was pulling the skirt UP to
reveal young firm thighs and a triangle of pink cotton panties.

Her eyes were wide with fear and she work her mouth into a silent
scream us I sampled a small, tender breast with my hand. By now, my
invisibility field had enveloped her too, adding to her confusion and
panic when no one came to help her.

She couldn't move of her own free will, but the teen was very pliable
in my hands. I moved quickly, because there were other pleasures
awaiting me.

I bent the girl over and ground my crotch into her backside. Her skirt
was completely pulled around her waist, and I crouched down, pulling
her panties to her ankles. The teenager silently cried with fear and
incomprehension, as my tongue ravaged her twat. She tasted very sweet,
like only young girls do. Her asshole was so tight, I didn't think I
could stick my pinkie finger in there. I satisfied myself by enjoying
the feeling of my tongue between her pink pussy lips. Hmm.. the
resistance of a virgin pussy greeted me.

I pulled my face away, and shoved the girl toward a vacant bench. Her
eyes met mine with abject terror. She new I would take her virginity
from her. I roughly forced her on her back and pushed her legs apart
and her knees back toward her shoulders. She must have been a dancer,
her legs were so flexible!

This cute little girls pussy was completely exposed for me. I released
my cock from my trousers and positioned the head at her virgin gate. I
spit on my hand and lubed my shaft as I rubbed the head of my cock on
her little nubbin of a clit. Involuntarily, she shuddered with a bit
of pleasure. The pleasure was overwhelmed by her despair. I hadn't
touched her psyche at all yet. This was going to be a simple rape of a
sexy 16-year old girl.

Remembering there were more young girls waiting for me, I shoved my
cock into her cunt, breaking past her virgin's resistance. Her body
arched in pain, and my hands ripped open her blouse, exposing her
smooth, tanned stomach and small white breasts. With thumb and
forefinger, I pinched each rather large nipple into hardness, while I
pistoned in and out of her ravaged pussy. Her little legs bobbed in
the air as I bucked her. She looked great as I speared her.

Her young pussy was very tight, but had started to lube up a bit the
facilitate my ride. I grabbed an ankle in each hand and brought her
feet together as I rammed into the teen. I put both feet alongside her
cute little face, and pummeled her into the bench with my cock. It
felt great, and I knew I had made the right choice for the evening.

With brutal thrusts I kept up the pace until I couldn't take it any
more. I pulled my cock out as streams of sperm lanced over the raped
girl. Lines of come traced over her chest, and droplets ran down the
underside of her chin.

I admired my handiwork for a moment while I considered my next move.
I decided to leave my little dancer, wiping memory of the rape from
her mind as I wiped my cock on her lovely face.

The football game had started now and most of the crowd was in the
stands. Still invisible, I made my way onto the Home team risers and
worked through the cheering spectators. Patiently and methodically, I
examined potential playthings as I crossed the stands. Little sisters
and big sisters of the players, students, young teachers, and moms --
nothing really caught my eye. I started to despair of finding a
suitable toy until I was three quarters through the crowd and my eyes
fell the girl I'd come to know as Celeste..

Without any command of my own, this girl screamed jail bait or sextoy.
She was thirteen and slim, but with rather advanced curves of
womanhood. Her skin was smooth as silk and lightly tanned. She had a
firm, almost boyish jawline, but full feminine lips. When she smiled,
her dark green eyes became slits, and danced over the boys who
surrounded her. She had a delicate giggle of a laugh.

I walked up the steps toward her and revealed myself to only her. My
mind entered hers quickly and explored. Celeste was a flirt, so much
so, that her unconscious seemed to welcome my invasion. I had never
encountered this feeling before, and I knew I wanted this little girl
at my side for a long time to come.

"Your mine, my sweet." It was a command and a fact. No further impulse
was needed. Celeste practically jumped into my arms, and quickly
turned a hug of greeting in a virtual sex act. Her hands groped for my
dick, and her mouth glued itself to my neck. She was electric. Before
I knew it, my hand was up her little blue denim skirt, getting under
flimsy panties.

I had forgotten the crowd.

They gaped as they saw sexy little Celeste dry-humping like a
pornographic mime. By now, I had pulled her up her skirt, and they all
got a look at a flawless, plump, thirteen year old ass wriggle in
delight. Slowly I realized the problem. I shook the little sexpot off
for a moment as I quickly blanked the short term memory of the local
onlookers, and hustled her out of the stands.

I don't know how I got her out to the parking lot. I was more
concerned with groping this Lolita than walking. She was light as a
feather and squirmed uncontrollably in my arms as we left the gate
behind us.

Finding the limo was a problem, but I didn't care. My little Celeste
had inverted herself in my arms and freed my granite cock from my
pants. As she fed my comparatively huge cock into her mouth, her
thighs gripped the sides of my head with surprising strength. Her
panties were long gone, and my tongue lapped at the petals of her
pretty, hairless pussy.

We staggered through the lot like that, drunk on each other's bodies,
banging into cars and almost falling over. Lauren's familiar laughter
became my beacon as I came closer to the car. In mere minutes I had
become addicted to little Celeste, and started to wonder who was
really in control.

I approached the car and draped the girl over the hood. I looked over
to Lauren and just shook my head in disbelief. Celeste still had her
hot little mouth wrapped around my dick. She was on her back with her
head hanging off the edge. I started driving my dick like I was
fucking her face, and Celeste was begging for more. She kicked her
feet in delight, denting the hood, but who cared? One last thrust into
her eager mouth was it for me, and I started to come down her throat.
With each twitch of my dick, she sucked and swallowed and moaned,
until I slowly pulled myself out of her face, and not a drop of come
dribbled out of her satisfied smile.

"Jesus!" I exclaimed. "What the fuck was that about?"

Celeste just stretched like a cat and slowly gathered herself up.
Lauren just crossed her arms and looked questioningly at me.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"I've never come across girl like that since..." My voice drifted off
as looked closely at my lovely assistant. She was smiling slightly.
"Not since...," I started again, but couldn't complete the thought as
I looked at the smiling Celeste. You know, change her hair and Celeste
could have passed for a very very young Lauren Bac...

Before I could open my mouth, Lauren answered my question with a
knowing smile. "Celeste is my baby sister you big lunk! Don't you
recognize this High School? This is the same place you captured me!"

Celeste squealed in delight and joined us in a three way hug. Lauren
and I laughed as one of Celeste's nimble hands found it's way into my
pants, and another hand gripped and rubbed Lauren's leather encased
ass. With affection, I pulled the sisters close, and lightly nibbled
on Lauren's lovely pale neck. I forgot how much fun family reunions
could be.



Chapter 7: Celeste, Winona & Yasmine

Everything 13-year old Celeste has ever known has been changed. I've
suddenly appeared in her life and she's become a sort of... slave,
desiring only pleasure - hers and mine. The lips of her pussy are
swollen, moist and warm almost constantly. Her little, tight asshole
has the slightest, tugging itch that can only me scratched by the
slightly rough attentions of a willing tongue, or the violent thrust
of a meaty cock. She finds herself stroking her nipples and breasts
idly, thoughtlessly, addicted to the shivers of pleasure they give
her, and never tiring of it.

It's been a month since I made her mine. For a month she's been a
willing, eager mouth for my cock. For a month I've lapped at her sweet
young pussy at every whim. For a month, my tongue has stroked her
neck, explored her plump assflesh, and trust itself into her ear.

I wonder how it's felt for her this last month... Does she remember
the feel of the veins of my shaft on her lips? Did she gag a bit when
I pulled on the back of her head a little to hard, a little to fast?
Was my cock a little to big for her sometimes? Is there an angle of
thrust, that on one penetration brings her to shattering orgasm, but
the next wracks her with sweet pain? The first time I took her
delicious ass (a fantastic morning!), was she eager? Scared? Did she
bite her lip and widen her eyes at the surprise when I first slipped
it in her precious ass? Or was she relaxed and lustful as I shoved
inch after inch of my iron-hard meat into her bum?

When even I could stand her attentions no more and had to rest, I had
still had the pleasure of her young, firm body next to mine. She was
so tiny near me - her arm spanned my chest and her tender leg rested
on my belly. Occasionally, her foot brushed my exhausted cock,
bringing a smile to her face when I stirred to attention

I remember last night there was the stirring of a third in our bed. Of
course, her older sister, Lauren. Though weary, I came awake as
Celeste's arms clutched my chest harder, almost pulsing.

Ever so quietly, Lauren had slinked into our bedchamber. As we dozed
and dreamed of each other, Lauren crept up on her baby sister and
lightly ran her fingertip down her smooth, lovely thigh. Celeste
shivered but did not awake as she slept face down on top of me. Her
legs naturally had spread apart as she straddled me in slumber. My
cock and her pussy deliciously close, even in sleep.

Upon that scene, Lauren approached. On her belly too, she made her way
up between our legs. Delicately, her hand ran up the length of her
sister's thighs, but she would still not awaken, nor would I. Lauren's
Movie Star lips moistened, and a bit of drool appeared in anticipation
as she approached Celeste's innocent, waiting pussy lips.

Lauren's hands cupped the cheeks of the little girl's ass now, and
pulled them apart to expose her sex even more. Despite the strokes of
her older sister's tongue, Celeste did not yet awake.

Only when Lauren's teeth playfully bit Celeste's round butt cheek, did
her eyes fly open in shock and confusion. Lauren could restrain
herself no more and suddenly dropped her gorgeous face between her
sister's legs, searching frantically with her lips and tongue for her
little nubbin of a clit.

Celeste dug her fingers into my chest as Lauren lapped at her pussy.
Lauren's tongue rimmed Celeste's asshole gently in exploration,
drawing moans from my little girl's lips. Lauren spank lightly at
first, and progressively harder as her tongue wormed its way into the
young teens asshole. I knew from experience that Lauren's tongue was
impossibly long. Celeste's mouth was a permanent O of delight as
Lauren sucked her little body.

Painfully slowly, her sister brought Celeste to orgasm with her mouth.
My little love toy bit into the hairs of my chest as her sister tasted
her. There was regret as Lauren's tongue retracted for the last time.
I could sense Celeste's urge to feel her own sister under her own
tongue, but that chance was denied to her, as Lauren gathered herself
up.

Lauren's lips caressed her sister's earlobe as she whispered, "Later
for us little sister, Our master has a present for you in the
morning." With a smile on her face, Celeste fell asleep in my
protective arms again, eager for the morning to come.

In the morning, Celeste got herself ready for the day. Wearing nothing
but a sheer teddy and the thin leather collar she had picked out for
herself, she bounded into my lap at the breakfast table. My God she
was sexy. I pushed my meal aside and just played with her for a
moment, working myself up for the fun to come. Her legs were cool and
smooth under my hands, and I never seemed to tire of exploring her
mouth with my own. Lifting Celeste up, I carried her away and outside
to the car.

She had seen the look on my face before, and loved it. She knew I was
hunting today and knew enough not to bother me as I discussed the
day's work with Lauren as we drove toward the studio.

My studio employees were used to the sight of Celeste bounding about
scantily clad by now, they were sufficiently under my control not to
think it was odd. I wondered she you felt, running so free,
practically naked. Just to tease, she'd thrust out her pert little
tits as we passed the secretaries. Was she trying to make the older
women jealous? Or did she want that severe yet beautiful brunette to
lust after her?

I knew she was trying to give the old janitor a heart-attack as she
flashed her perfect bum at him. Celeste knew that getting down on your
hands and knees and begging him for a good dicking would get my
attention. I just had to chuckle and pull her along with me as we
approached the sound stage.

Hand in hand we entered the set. We passed into the darkness and heard
a shrieking, yet familiar voice.

"Forget it! Fuck You," the woman's voice cried. "I tried this outfit
on just to be sure, but I will not wear this crap on camera."

"But the producer..." complained a male, timid voice.

"You can see everything when I wear this!" she cried again. "My ass is
hanging out and my tits are practically in full view! I won't wear it.
That's final. I'm going to change now." Her footsteps came closer to
us as we waited off stage.

The man on stage pleaded again, "But the Producer expressly
requested..."

"Fuck the Producer!," said the actress contemptuously. "He can kiss my
gorgeous ass!!" With a huff, the pissed actress stormed off the stage.

Right into my arms.

"Oh don't fret my dear. We'll get you out of that costume soon
enough," I told her.

"What the fu... let me go!!" The actress struggled in my arms, but I
was too strong for her. "LET ME GO!!" she shouted, flashing her big
brown eyes in anger and fear.

"I'm afraid not Ms. Ryder. You're a gift for someone very special to
me."

Like a child on Christmas, Celeste stepped into view, running her eyes
over Winner's pale curves.

"Ohh...." she squealed. "Thank you so much Master"

"No.." whispered Winona in confusion.

"Yes. You're ours to play with now." With that, I spun Winona around,
wrapping my arm around her long neck into a headlock. I could smell
her hair as I bent her forward, forcing her firm ass into my crotch.
She felt great.

Winona choked and sputtered in my strong grip as her pendulous breasts
hung low, accidentally freed from her offending costume. Celeste
couldn't resist the offering and with each hand, softly carressed
Winner's lovely breasts, bringing each nipple to automatic attention.

The movie star's mouth worked silently searching for oxygen and her
eyes met Celeste's in her terror, looking for her to help. But when
she looked into Celeste's eyes she saw only excitement and lust, and
Winona knew her doom.

"Well my darling," I asked my thirteen-year old with affection. "What
shall we do with poor Ms. Ryder?"

Celeste beamed with lust and gratitude. In response to my question,
she suddenly pinched Winner's large nipples as hard as she could.
Winner's mouth widened with the pain, but before she could make a
sound Celeste pressed her mouth to Winner's and shoved her tongue
between her perfect lips.

My mind had sent out commands to the other cast and crew members on
the sound stage, and they all left the building, not quite knowing
why. The minds I didn't concern myself yet with were Celeste's, which
I already knew so well, and Winner's. I wanted us to taste her fear
while we tasted her body.

Breaking your mouths apart, I picked up the now screaming Winona and
threw her a half dozen feet onto the main set. The movie in production
was a science fiction flick that featured Winona stranded on a
deserted planet, hence her tattered and revealing costume.

I reached over to Celeste, and fondled her ass with glee. "There you
are my little one. Your present."

Winona started to pick herself up and ran towards the door. I had
locked it of course. Her eyes scanned around in panic, seeking another
exit, and she ran again, sobbing, to a far wall.

"What are you trying to do to me?" she pleaded as she frantically
tried to cross the set. Celeste stepped in quickly, and punched Winona
in the kidneys. With a "whoof" the actress collapsed and fell.

Celeste jumped her then, and straddled her, pinning Winner's arms to
the floor with her knees. My little girl's hands played with the movie
star's large breasts, pinching and abusing them, just for the pain
they brought and the tears that welled in Winner's eyes. Celeste loved
the feel of them under her hands, while Winner's body squirmed to get
away. But of course, she couldn't.

I had semi-paralyzed our prey's body for the moment. She put up enough
of a struggle that I knew Celeste would enjoy it, but she was in no
danger of losing her new toy.

>From behind, I had a great view of Winner's outstretched legs, and Celeste's
own lovely ass as she rubbed your wet pussy back and forth over Winner's
firm stomach. The glistening pink of my girl's pussy came into my view when
she bent over further, to probe her victim's mouth with her tongue.

I released my mental grip on Winner's body only for a moment, allowing
her to almost buck you off. I could sense the hope that rushed through
Winner's mind, and Celeste could see the look of victory on her face.

That only made it sweeter when we acted simultaneously. Celeste
slapped Winner's face back and forth, and I slammed her body flat to
the ground, as if she had fallen from a great height. Celeste screamed
in orgasm when she saw the look of defeat on Winner's face. From her
slaps, a drop of blood had appeared on her lower lip. Celeste bent
over her again and took that quivering lip into her own mouth, sucking
it, enjoying the taste of her helpless victim.

My darling wanted to humiliate her more, and knew just how to do it.
She moved her beautiful teenage body up along Winner's, until her
long, fair thighs surrounded Winner's head. The wet, engorged lips of
Celeste's pussy were a scant inch from Winner's mouth. She moved them
back and forth teasingly, tantalizing herself.

"Nnoonooo.." Winona whimpered. She tried to shake her head away, but
Celeste's legs gripped her head to fast.

"Won't you kiss it Winona?" she teased. "Will you suck my sweet pussy,
love? Don't you want your tongue up inside me?"

For the first time, I manipulated Winner's mind. I played with her
until the thing she wanted most in the world was to glue her mouth to
Celeste's, and work her teenage attacker's nether lips until she
screamed in delight. But I left the sense of humiliation, and shame
that we had bent her to our will.

Hesitantly, the first flick of Winner's tongue passed over her
tormentor's clit. I smiled when your Celeste's whole body twitched
with pleasure. Soon, Winner's lips were working faster, and her whole
being focused on giving Celeste the pleasure she so well deserved.

My Lolita's hips gyrated, working herself onto Winner's face. I
couldn't hold myself back anymore, and approached both electric
bodies. From behind Celeste, I pulled the costume off Winner's body.
Exploring her for the first time with my own hands. Her legs were lean
and her skin was smooth as expected. While Celeste concerned herself
with the pleasures of Winner's mouth, I pushed our victim's knees
apart and backward, until her shaved pussy and pinkish brown asshole
were open to me.

I played with Winona for awhile, working my fingers in and out of her
pussy, paying special attention to her clitoris. Soon she was soaking
wet, and I started idly rubbing my fingers around her asshole -
lubricating it and relaxing it just a bit.

The look of pleasure in Celeste was driving me wild, and I wanted to
share. I freed my dick from my pants, and with out any hesitation,
rammed it into Winona Ryder's asshole.

"Aghuughh!!!" she cried, briefly moving her mouth away from Celeste's
pussy. Quickly, she shoved Winner's head back into position and
enjoyed the added pleasure of her scream's muffled vibrations that
traveled up her body.

I touched Winner's mind again, and made sure she stayed attentive to
my Celeste's pussy. I left alone, however, the pain and shock of my
invasion of her virgin ass. Her body twitch and spasmed with every
thrust into her bowels and I could feel the tension in her muscles
under my hands.

Her ass was so tight! And she was so afraid! Winona was ours, and she
new it. The humiliation had broken her will so much that my mental
control was almost not needed. She kept lapping at Celeste's sex
because she had no other choice. She took my cock up her bum because
she could do nothing else.

As I raped Winner's bum, feeling the explosion building inside me, the
muscles in Celeste's back tensed and quivered. Her perfect ass bounced
furiously. And her strong, curvy thighs gripped Winner's head like a
vice as she brought her to a shattering orgasm.

Celeste's screams of climax met with grunts of my own as I unloaded my
cock deep in Winona Ryder's ass. My teenage darling's lovely body
arched backward and I leaned forward. I reached a hand out to fondle
Celeste's perfect breasts, and her mouth met mine in a wet passionate
kiss of lust and triumph.

Satisfied for the moment, I withdrew very slowly from my victim's ass.
Winona, with a little mental push, had gone completely catatonic. Her
big brown eyes remained open, but her mind was elsewhere. Celeste and
I climbed off the actress, and dressed ourselves.

While I made myself suitable for the outside world, I considered my
options. Winona was just to much fun to just forget about, and I'm
sure Celeste wanted to do quite a bit with her.

Winner's porcelain beauty had drawn me for years. The pools of her
eyes were perfectly suited for a slaves' - looking up plaintively at
her master. But there's a subtle distinction between victim and
subservient, and I hadn't realized that Winona was so much better
suited to be a victim.

So my decision was made, for the moment. Winona would come home with
us today. There, I'd find a few activities for my new, perfect victim.

The limo ride was a quiet one. Winona was tied and gagged in the seat
beside me. Her ears were plugged, and her eyes taped shut. Besides her
bonds, she remained naked, allowing young Celeste to suck her new
toy's nipples and tease her pussy.

Facing forward, I settled into the seat and relaxed. My eyes closed,
and the tendrils of my mind flexed and slowly began there work. Winona
had been silent through Celeste' ministrations, still borderline
catatonic. When the first wisps of my consciousness touched hers, she
inhaled sharply and screamed behind her gag. Her body tensed and
twisted, forcing Celeste to grab each of Winner's knees to stretch her
legs apart.

Quickly, I calmed her down with soothing thoughts. For this work I
needed quiet. The human brain controls the autonomous body systems as
well as the consciousness. My power was sufficiently advanced that I
could control both. I've stopped the heartbeats of two of my enemies
that way, but would use my skill for more fun here.

My first bit of reprogramming was a simple stimulation of glands and
secretions of the body. Winner's pussy would be slicker now, and her
ability to generate saliva would increase dramatically when something
entered her mouth. Her lips would stay moist and her skin would be
softer than ever.

I'd alter her metabolism quite a bit. She'd gain just a few pounds, to
fill out her curves only. She'd be able to digest clear liquids only,
and her body would begin to crave what she could now metabolize
best... male human sperm, and ideally, mine. Her taste buds were
altered accordingly.

I dulled her teeth a bit (I'm working on learning how to retract them
fully) and her tongue began to swell in her mouth, becoming a little
larger and thicker. She'd find it more difficult to talk, but that was
another little present to Celeste. Winner's pussy lips were an little
meatier, and her clit was more pronounced. Finally, all hair follicles
below her neckline began to die off.

By the time I was done with Winner's body, I had decided to do very
little with her mind. She's be more aroused than usual of course, but
her will was her own. Her self-awareness was unchanged. Winona would
soon be aware of the changes to her body, and be horrified. She'd know
that she'd been turned in a sexual plaything, and maybe even try to
fight it all the way.

We soon pulled in to my driveway, and I pulled Winona out of the car,
but her brown hair. She tried to scream but was still muffled by her
gag. Two of my servants waited.

"Take her down stairs and clean her up, I'll be using her soon." My
servants complied and took the kicking and twisting Winona into the
bowels of the Mansion.

I needed to clean up myself, and walked to my chambers. My body
servant today was Yasmine Bleeth, finally freed from her bonds in the
basement. She was lovely to behold in her white satin - dressed only
in a choker and loose panties that showed off her fantastic curves.
Yasmine cooed softly as she undressed me... brushing her bare nipples
against my chest... 'accidentally' brushing the cheeks of her plump
ass against my cock when she turned to put my clothes way. She's
always very tempting.

"Is my bath prepared Yas?" I queried.

"Oh yes, Master. Just the way you like it. Will I be washing you
today?" She asked hopefully.

I nodded. "Yes dearie. Have Celeste join us too." I've got a big tub.

"Mmmm.... master!" she chirped. "I'll get her right now." And off
Yasmine went, legs pumping and ass swinging..

Yasmine was a fun one in bed, and I'd not yet taken her full will.
Sometimes I let the real girl out and took her for a terrifying ride.
I was starting to look forward to this bath. My day needed a break
before I got back to Winona.

I climbed into the hot water of the tub, and instantly reached for the
icy gin & tonic Yasmine had prepared for me. The heat enveloped me and
the stresses of the day seeped away. I set my drink down and closed my
eyes...

...and opened them again. Celeste stood there, naked as the day she
was born - almost fourteen years ago. Her curves weren't as dramatic
as Yasmine's, but they were a beautiful combination of firm, ripe
naturally athletic youth, with a lingering touch of tender babyfat.
She lifted a foot, and daintily stepped into the tub. She giggled as
her lovely body slipped in the water, until just her buoyant b-cup
breasts floated peek over the edge of the water.

Yasmine entered the water behind Celeste, wrapping her arms around the
younger girls, and cupping Celeste's breasts in her hands. Yasmine
began massaging Celeste's nipples and bent her head over to playfully
bite Celeste's neck.

My little Celeste's eyes rolled back in her head, but her little hands
stretched out in the water, seeking something. I felt her soft hands
run up between my legs, until the found my dick and starting stroking
it to attention. She was a dirty old man's fantasy... a pliant
schoolgirl with expert hands. Soon I was full mast, sticking out of
the water. Her hands jacked me faster and firmer, and her little smile
grew wicked.

One of Yasmine's hands had disappeared under water. I could imagine it
stimulating Celeste's firm, delicious clitoris, or possibly pumping in
and out of her already.

"C'mere Dollface," I said, and outstretched my arms. The teen
slithered up my body until she straddled me and her lips mashed
against mine. Yasmine took her cue and guided my cock into Celeste's
young cunt. every time I entered the girl, I was amazed at how tight
she was. Her tunnel was hot and slick as always, and she soon began
fucking me furiously, bouncing up and down on my shaft. Her little
titties jiggled in the air, tantalizing my lips.

My mind reached out to Celeste's enjoying her sensations of pleasure
and desire. I shared her feelings of being fucked by me, her complete
joy in becoming my little slut. Celeste's mind was completely bend to
my will, and would never be shaken from it. The sensations of her
tight young cunt, filled by my cock came to me from her mind, and
added immeasurably to my own pleasures.

My hands roamed the creamy flesh of her back and ass as she bounced up
and down on my dick. She was so tight and so tender. Her eyes glazed
and she bit her perfect lower lip. She grunted and moaned each time
she impaled her young body on my cock.

As my little teen fucked me with her all, I motioned to Yasmine to
step out of the tub and walk towards my end.

"Sit on my face Yas, I want to taste that lifeguard pussy."

I leaned my head back over the edge of the spa and Yasmine took her
position over me. It was a great view. The backs of her curvy thighs
descended slowly, and she shook her tush on the way down, just the way
I love it. She teased my face with the folds of her pink pussy lips.
Yasmine moved back and forth, teasing her own clit with just the tip
of my nose.

My tongue flicked up to the slickness between her lips, and I tasted
Yasmine for the first time today. My tongue went as long and as erect
as I could make it, and Yasmine came down on it as far as she could.

I know I'm not going to heaven for the ways I've degraded and abused
beautiful young women, but this made it all worth it. The cutest,
sexiest young teenager I'd ever found was bouncing on my cock like a
cowboy rides a bull. My face was buried in the snatch of Yasmine
Bleeth, and the flesh of her soft thighs were caressing my face. So
what if I couldn't breathe... my enslaved actress tasted as good as
she looked.

Yas gyrated on my face very slowly, enjoying every flick and thrust of
my tongue. My nose rubbed hard into her clit when she pressed down on
my face. When she moved forward, my nose slipped inside her cunt,
fucking her, and tongue stroked and rubbed her clean, perfectly
hairless asshole.

Celeste hands reached out to Yasmine's butt, pinching and enjoying the
round flesh. I reached my arms upward, almost uncomfortably, to stroke
and play with Yasmine's breasts.

I know, I know, this kind of thing is enough for any man. But I'm not
just any man, am I?

Yasmine was a perfect plaything on the outside - beautiful, attentive,
submissive and aroused. But I had left her real personality intact, if
submerged. I began the process of coaxing the real Yasmine out,
granting her the humiliation of remembering the degrading things done
to her.

Before her real persona could be freed, I had some work to do.
Reluctantly but forcefully, I lifted Celeste off my cock, and pushed
Yasmine off of my face. I winked and nodded to Celeste, transmitting
commands to her.

"Yas my dear, are you ready for a nice fucking?"

"Oh!!" she cried in happiness. "Oh yess please Master.... a
ff-fucking?" her last words carried just a faint taste of trepidation.
The real Yasmine was coming out sooner that I'd expected. "You're
g-going to ff-f-uck me?" she asked again.

Celeste's golden body glistened with water, and she gently grabbed
Yasmine and guided her into the tub.

"Oh yes. And you'll be getting it just the way you love it.. I'm going
to fuck you in your gorgeous ass"

"I love it in my ass." she preened. Celeste positioned Yasmine in the
shallow part of the spa on all fours. Her Baywatch bum rose out of the
water like a cushy Gibraltar, and her breasts dangled in the water.

"Mmmy Ass?" she said again. I could feel the real Yasmine coming out
even faster. Despite her inviting posterior, the actress had never
liked anal sex in the real world, and felt more and more distress at
the idea now.

Celeste continued to prepare Yasmine, binding the actress's wrists to
rings on the walls of the spa. Yasmine's knees were locked in place by
so her ass would always be out of the water, inviting me. Celeste
squatted before Yasmine with her legs wide open, her hairless plump
pussy just an inch before Yasmine's face. She pulled Yasmine's hair,
forcing her head backwards and too the side.

I could feel more panic rising in Yasmine, and did nothing to stop it.
I spanked her ass as hard as I could, forcing her forward into
Celeste's pussy. The flesh of her tush jiggled enticingly, and the
mark of my hand reddened on her right cheek.

"Ungmmm" was she sound she first made from Celeste's pussy. "Whaat..,
" was the second when she pulled back from it.

Instantly, Yasmine was aware. Memories flooded her mind of the things
I had done to her. How I kept her tied up in the basement until she
begged to me fucked by me. How she helped my capture and rape two
underage cheerleaders from her old high school, and how I left her
behind to be gang-raped by the football team and coaches. She
remembered how I forced her to wander my household with nothing but
coat of baby oil and a ball gag. Most of all, Yasmine remembered being
used by me. She recalled every time I fucked her mouth, fucked her
pussy and fucked her ass. She remembered eating Celeste's pussy while
I plowed her from behind. She could still taste the come that I
sprayed her with. She could still feel the sting of my whip on her
tender breasts.

And now, she could feel her wrists bound and her ass in the air, being
spanked by someone. She was able to get her head away from Celeste's
pussy for an instant, looking over her shoulder to see me grinning
with my cock swaying, aimed at her voluptuous behind. Her scream was
most satisfying.

I rubbed the head of my cock at Yasmine's tight backdoor. She kept
screaming, muffled only a little by Celeste's young pussy. The moment
I shoved my cock in her ass, Yasmine gave a little yip and was
silenced by the sudden pain of my invasion.

Yasmine trashed and splashed, pulling at her bonds in vain. I pulled
out of her ass very slowly, enjoying the beautiful friction on my
cock. When only the head of my cock remained inside her bum, I grabbed
a fistful of assflesh with each hand and drove myself into her ass
again. Yasmine continued to scream and begged me to stop the rape, but
of course I didn't heed her.

Every stroke of my cock in and out of her perfect ass was snug, warm
heaven. Every squeal of panic that came from her mouth and the waves
of terror broadcast from her mind were almost as good. My hands moved
away from her ass cheeks and up her body. I was completely bent over
her now. Celeste moved behind us now, so she could nibble on Yasmine's
tender pussy and fondle my balls as I jammed Yas's bum.

My hands moved forward while I fucked, until they reached Yasmine's
slender neck. When I'm fucking a beautiful woman like this, I'm always
trying to get a little more arch out of her back. That way there's as
little more altitude to her ass, and my penetration goes just that
much further. Getting that extra arch is tough in a bathtub, but I
knew Yasmine could do it for me.

My hands gripped her neck tightly, and I was rewarded with a stifled
cry and choked off gasp. The combination of her neck held tightly in
my hands and my cock ramming her tight ass was an incredible turn on.
I recommend you try it. But I still hadn't gotten that perfect arch
yet.

To get it was simple. My upper body, already hanging over her back,
came down with full force. My hands, still had a strangle hold on
Yasmine, and her head disappeared from view, into the turbulent waters
of the bath.

Ahh.... perfect... her ass was taking the full length of my cock now,
with out hindrance. She struggled more than before, now desperate for
air. My mind toyed with hers now, she now felt the cock invading her
was four times the girth of anything stuck in her before. The pain
shot through her body and the fear took over her mind... she lost
consciousness.

I came in her ass then, driving my dick into her sleeping body for the
last time. Celeste had already alerted the staff, and two women
unhooked Yasmine from her bonds and took her away for immediate care.

Exhausted again, I slumped into the tub. Little Celeste joined me, and
popped my shrinking cock into her eager mouth for a proper cleaning.



Chapter 8: Disneyland

One of my favorite hunting grounds is Disneyland in the summer. The
variety of young, innocent prey is staggering. I'm always guaranteed
to find a nice piece of ass or three.

By coincidence, last summer I visited the park at the same time
Aerosmith did last summer. The crowds of beautiful women who followed
them around was better than any supermarket. I hung back quietly as
the throng moved from ride to ride, patiently picking out my prey.

There was a fair-skinned red-head, wearing a short summer dress that
showed off her perfectly shaped freckled calves. While her legs first
caught my eye, it was the perfection of her lips that clinched it.
They were full and pouty, and a shade of pink that needed no
interference of lipstick. Just the thing to slake my thirst on a warm
summer's day

I pulled some information from her mind: Charlotte was her name, a 22
year old sociology student on vacation from Alabama. She was with
three other schoolmates at the park, neither anywhere near as cute as
she. Her friends we're desperate to get close to Aerosmith, but
Charlotte held no interest.

It was easy to get her separated from the group. With just a few
mental hints and suggestion, She boarded a raft that shuttled to Tom
Sawyer's Island. I boarded after her, and admired her from the
opposite side of the raft. She leaned back on the railing, sunning
herself, eyes closed. She seemed to glow, and I smiled in anticipation

On the island, she seemed to walk aimlessly up the dirt paths, and I
followed closely, admiring the sway of her ass under the thin material
of her skirt. She approached the entrance to the cavernous labyrinth,
and with my command, entered. I pulled her into the caves of Tom
Sawyers Island. My telekinesis walled off a section of the caverns, so
little children wouldn't interfere with my fun.

The girl shivered in the darkness. I could barely see her lovely face,
but I could feel the fear emanating from her body. I ran my hands over
her lower legs, and she tried to scream, but I had silenced her with
my mind.

I lowered her to the ground and joined her. Her legs were smooth and
recently shaved, and parted unwillingly as I forced my hands up her
firm thighs.

My mind played with hers, altering her sense of self and reality. She
quickly forgot her name, her missing friends, or where she was. All
she knew was that she was alone in the dark with me, and was mine to
play with.

My hand groped at her panties, stretching them so I could slip my
fingers into her pussy. My mouth found hers in the dark, and my tongue
played with hers. She was powerless, unable to resist me, and
unwillingly being turned on by the working of my hands, tongue and
mind.

I allowed her the release of a whimper, and the moans of beginning
pleasure.

I sat with my back to the cavern wall, and pushed her face into my
lap. Under my commands, she undid my trouser, and pulled my cock
toward her face. Her hands stroked it expertly, and she ran her tongue
up and down the underside of the shaft. I pulled the rest of her body
towards me, pulling her skirt over her haunches so I could play with
her pussy more.

She was slick, and the suction of her mouth was fantastic. My southern
belle moaned in a little twinge of pleasure. My fingers played with
her co-ed pussy and stroked and massaged her ass.

I took my hand away from the girl's sex and place both palms on top of
her head. I force her to pump my dick faster, faster than she could
keep up with. She lost pace with the pumping and started to cough and
gag as I shoved my cock into her mouth farther and faster.

Enjoying her predicament, I pushed harder on the back of her head,
until my large dick disappeared all the way into her face. She was I
could feel the head of my cock hit the wall of her throat, and then
slip down even further. I closed my eyes in ecstasy... her mouth was
wet and warm and small... her coughs and whimpers massaged my cock
with vibration. I pulled her head up just a few inches, and rammed it
back down again. I just sat there in the dark of the Disneyland caves,
fucking the face of a beautiful co-ed against her will.

I could feel the sensations from her mind... the panic... the
humiliation... the erotic punch. Most of all, I could feel the
sensations of my cock invading her. She felt every vein on the shaft..
she sucked in every inch and her lips measured the perfect girth of my
tool.

With every thrust into her wet mouth, she tasted the surges of my
pre-come and swallowed greedily. I had programmed her mind so the
taste of me was what she needed to survive. She sucked against her
better judgment, desperate for the taste of my come. Her whimpering
increased... the panic was clear... she'd starve without me... what
would she do? The terror grew.. she HAD to make me come.

I didn't need to guide her head anymore. She impaled her face on my
cock completely on her own, ignoring the uncomfort of my length down
her throat. As fast as she possibly could, she bobbed her head up and
down, sucking me as fast and as hard as she could. Her tongue rubbed
my shaft with each upward stroke, and flicked over my balls on each
downward thrust.

The tension building up in me was unbelievable, and I could feel the
hope rise in her and she sensed I was close to coming. I wouldn't deny
her, and shouted with release, echoing through the caverns. Her nose
was buried the mass of hair at the base of my dick. My cock jerked and
twitched with orgasm, unloading into my college girl fuck-toy. She
just swallowed and sucked, loving every drop of fluid that rolled down
her throat. With each diminishing spasm, she sucked each drop of my
come from me. Once I was through, her tongue lovingly ran over each
inch of me, savoring any remaining trace.

Charlotte's mind was at ease after her feast, and I de-programmed the
intensity of her need for come. She'd need it daily now, but from any
man.

As I released some control from her mind, I left her behind in our
little section of the cavern. The realization of what had happened to
her hit her hard, and shamed her. In tears she tried to get up. She
couldn't.

Her hands and knees were mysteriously locked to the rock floor. Her
lovely behind swayed in the air invitingly to any passersby. I played
with her voice a bit, and she began to scream for help, but all of her
cries came out as variations of "Fuck Me, fuck my behind. Rape me and
take me and abuse me!"

Her condition was temporary, and would only last an hour or so, but
I'm sure that was enough time to entertain any passing teenage boys or
the occasional employee.

I left our little nook, releasing the force field. On my way out the
labyrinth, I bumped into a young couple enjoying their day. The girl
was a pretty young brunette, just about 15 with lovely breasts that
stood out in her tight tank top. My mind sent her boyfriend down the
tunnels, where I knew he'd be occupied for awhile. I smiled at the
young girl, and fondled a firm breast through the fabric of her shirt.
She looked up at me in silent, beautiful fear.

Maybe I wasn't done with the caves after all.

The sunset greeted me hours later. I stretched my limbs as I walked
away from the labyrinth, towards the canoe dock. The island's night
crew would have the pleasant surprise of a dozen dozing, beautiful
young girls. I'd programmed them to be insatiable sluts for the
evening, making the Happiest Place on Earth just a bit happier.

The raft made its last regular trip to the shore, and I spotted a
surprise walking past the Haunted Mansion. Of course you fool, I
thought to myself, Aerosmith was in the park, and that meant Steve
Tyler. Steve Tyler meant... Liv.

As soon as I spotted her, I leapt from the raft. I pushed through the
crowd, keeping my eyes locked on the back of her head. She was with a
young friend, a shortish bottle blonde with great curves. Liv herself
looked fantastic from behind, wearing a simple white top that exposed
her lower back and midriff. Liv's skirt was black vinyl and hugged her
ass. Her legs were longer that I thought... great expanses of fair,
lean thighs and long calves.

The pair walked quickly, aiming for Pirates of the Caribbean. They
hugged each other as they walked and giggled constantly. I noticed the
blonde kept rubbing Liv's tush, or running her fingers along her
thigh. From a dozen feet away, I could tell they weren't sipping Evian
from those bottles. A touch of their minds and my own sense of smell
told me the truth. The pair had smuggled booze into the park and were
drunk off their sweet little asses.

The girls disappeared into the entrance, but I didn't follow. An
employee in a pirate costume passed by, and I entered his mind.
Quickly, I stole the information I'd need to find my way inside the
ride. An inconspicuous side door was my nearest entrance, and I
disappeared into the dark of the Pirates of the Caribbean

As fast as I could through the twisting corridors and passageways, I
found my way to the Drop 1 door. Drop 1 was the first time girls boat
would come to a stop before taking the 20 foot plunge deeper into the
ride. There was a camera here, so I stayed in the shadows and waited
for the girls to appear.

Sure enough, the next boat to approach contained a tangled mess of
blonde and brunette. They sat next to each other, with hands on each
other's breasts while they sucked on each other's tongues. The camera
at Drop 1 was getting it all. The crew monitoring them in the tower
were probably jerking off furiously!

Soon, the girls went over the drop, screaming the way girls always do,
but I the brunette's cry was distinctly throatier and lustier than
normal. I scrambled away to meet the boat after Drop 2.

As I ran, my mind searched the thousands in the park for someone in
authority. I triggered the fear of bomb threats and set off the proper
alarms for park evacuation. The boats behind Liv would remain at the
entrance and the boats in front would cycle out.

I reached the glittering caverns of Treasure in time to see the blonde
daintily help the brunette out of their boat. They hadn't heard
anything about the bomb threat of course, they were just drunk and
wanted to fool around inside the ride.

I smiled my evil smile of anticipation, and I reach for a length of
utility rope on the wall next to me. Nobody knew where these girls
were, and with the confusion of a bomb scare, nobody would care for a
couple of hours at least.

The two girls laughed and giggled and kissed as they played around in
the plastic "gold." I listened to their minds for a moment as they
played. The blonde was Dana, not a celebrity but a fine piece of
flesh. Dana was a hot one, but even her sweet little ass paled against
Liv's elfin face.

Time to act. I jumped from behind a curtain and blasted Dana's mind
with a sleep command. She crumpled to the ground. Liv looked up in
surprise. Quickly, I tackled her and tied her wrists together in front
of her while she screamed. I ran a length of the rope from her wrists
around her neck and pulled it tight, until both her hands were against
her throat and her elbows pointed in front of her. Liv screamed and
pleaded for her freedom, but I ignored it. Who could hear her? I
grabbed a handful of rope around her neck and simply dragged her away.

Her legs scrambled to keep up as I pulled her by the throat, choking
her. She too was just wearing a mini skirt, and her long legs looked
delicious as they moved frantically. I Pulled her into a dark
maintenance area and threw her over a the short length of low, narrow
table. (The Disneyland "cast member" whose mind I had probed used the
table as a semi-secret rendezvous point. His memories of Katie, a tour
guide in a short plaid skirt and riding crop suddenly came to mind.)

I tied Liv face down on the table, and freed her wrists momentarily so
I could retie them to posts at the end of the table. Her ankles I
fasted to floor.

" Oh God... please," she begged me. "Please don't rape me." I took a
moment to look at her lovely long face. Her mouth hung open invitingly
and tears soaked her smooth cheeks. "Please.." her voice trailed
off...

I stood up and unbuckled my trousers. Needless to say, I was stiff as
a board and couldn't wait any longer to take this young girl. My dick
waved in Liv's Face. She started screaming again and struggled against
her bonds. With every pull, the ropes around her wrists and ankles
pulled tighter, cutting off the circulation and turning them red and
purple.

"Nooo!!!!!NOOO!!!!!PPPLEASE!!!" she shrieked. I grabbed her jaw and
forced her mouth open. "Haghhh!!!!HAaaaa" one last time and silence as
I shoved my cock into her waiting mouth. I enjoyed the sight for a
moment as her eyes bugged in terror before I started pumping her face.

Her mouth was hot and wet to fuck. I was one of those rare times when
a man's cock seems to stand a little taller, a little wider, and a
little harder. As if my meaning in life was to rape Liv's tender face.
Liv kept pulling and pulling at the ropes and her body tensed and
spasmed with each thrust into her mouth. Each thrust took me deeper
into her and soon my shaft was down her throat, distending Liv's
gorgeous neck. With each deep throated penetration, she gagged and
jerked.

Soon I stopped doing the work and just grabbed Liv's head and pulled
it back and forth on my dick. She felt great. Her mouth was just
perfect for this kind of fucking and the fact that she looked to be
only fifteen made it even better.

I pumped her faster and faster, until I knew I had to finish up. Once
again I shoved my cock in as far as I could, but this time I pinched
her nose closed with my fingers. Deprived of air, her body tried to
breath my cock instead. Incredible suction created my the vacuum in
her lungs pulled me in deeper than I thought possible. Liv's eyes
rolled back and tension disappeared from her body as she gagged. I
pulled out quickly, just as I came. The load that deposited on her
face was tremendous, and flowed into her mouth beautifully as she
gasped for air. Her head hung low now, and swung lightly back and
forth until she lost consciousness.

Now that she had fainted, I stripped down her tied up body. Lovely,
thin and young, I thought as I ran my hands over her. Reaching under
her, I felt up her breasts with appreciation. Hmm, larger than I
expected.

I lingered over her, admiring the scene before my thoughts turned to
Dana, knocked out in the Treasure room. I walked back to her and
picked her up in my arms, felling her lovely young body thoroughly as
I grabbed her.

Both girls were oblivious to the world I as I tied Dana up. I
Positioned Dana so her face rested on Liv's ass, and her arms tied
around Liv's legs in a "hug." Dana's knees were tied together and her
haunches raised high in the air, giving me perfect access to her pussy
and ass.

I ripped the scanty mini and g-string panties off Dana and buried my
face in her sex. Her pussy was steamy and tasty, and I lapped
contentedly. She slowly came awake to the pleasures of my tongue and
sighed with pleasure.

"Oh... yessss," she said dreamily. Her eyes remained closed while she
slowly rubbed her face in Liv's ass. "Hmm... Liv.... fuckk...."

Of course, Dana was still drunk and horny and had no idea what was
truly going on. My tongue kept probing her, and my eyes looked over
the curves of her ass to see the back of her head bobbing ever so
slightly. I heard a second sound of a tongue lapping a pussy and knew
that drunk little Dana was trying to pleasure her friend.

She sucked Liv's pussy so well I could see Liv begin to awaken.

"Unggghhh" she moaned. "Whats..." she croaked, and her vocal cords
finally gave out. Liv could do nothing now but struggle with the pain
of her bonds, and enjoy the feel of Dana's face in her pussy.

I was ready again, and positioned myself behind the drunk little
blonde. Her body arched even more, offering itself to me. I rubbed the
head of my dick against her puckered asshole and pushed myself into
her tight round butt. Slowly at first, I fucked her. Her moans grew,
but remained muffled in Liv's beautiful backside. The pace picked up,
and Dana's body bucked in dreamy ecstasy. No commands needed to be
implanted in Dana, as long as my cock was implanted in her ass. She
loved the feel of getting her rump penetrated as much as she loves the
taste of Liv Tyler's pussy.

Dana's ass pressed against me with each thrust. Her grunts were low
and throaty. It was like fucking the tightest velvet tunnel, and made
even better by the fact that the dumb blonde had no idea her position
and that of her friend. I leaned over the girl a far I could as I
fucked her sweet ass, until my head rested above hers. Dana's lips
were glued to Liv's pussy, and I tilted my head to make room for my
tongue on Liv's asshole.

The ring of Liv's ass was tight and pronounced as my tongue swirled
around it. The combination of two mouths on her sent her twitching
with orgasms.

The squeeze of Dana's ass was too much, and once again today I felt
the well of power in my loins. Quickly and brutally, I fucked Dana's
little bum until I froze in position, my cock buried to the hilt in
her hot butt. I stuck my tongue as far as I could into Liv's ass and
Dana gripped Liv's pussy with her teeth as we came together. My shout
of Triumph echoed through the ride... Dana squealed in delight as I
impaled her ass for the last time... and Liv screamed in pleasure,
pain and horror.

Disneyland has the best rides of any theme park. Thank God I have an
annual pass.

Chapter 9: I'm the Boss

I had to go into Los Angeles today on business. I don't know if you'd
heard of it, but the Wilshire District is an upscale business/retail
area on the west side, near Beverly Hills. I was meeting a casting
agent for lunch to try to sell him on a deal with my production
company. (this was really a chance to get a look at his roster of
actresses).

To make a long story short, I think I sold it to him. This agent had
to stay behind after lunch to meet one of his clients, so I got up to
leave alone. Almost out the door, I bumped into a really stunning
brunette.

"Get out of my way asshole," was all she said when she passed. I'd
normally ignore it or tell her to fuck off, but I couldn't lake my
eyes off her legs. She was wearing cutoff denim short-shorts and a
rainbow halter top with no bra. Very, very nice chest, but her legs
were beautiful. Lightly tanned, shaved smooth, and great curves of
thigh and calf. (You know me too well, I noticed she had a great tush
too!).

It's always a shame when a fuckable girl like that is a bitch around
me. They always seem to get in trouble. Especially when they were as
fuckable as Alyssa Milano, this bitch of the hour.

I smiled to myself as I finally left the restaurant. I implanted a
command in her mind as I went, and never looked back.

My Cadillac was parked in a nearby garage, and I walked inside the
dark building to get to it. I settled in the car, called my office and
made sure the rest of the afternoon was clear. I spent a few minutes
skimming through proposals and being unreasonably patient before I
finally turned on the car and made my way through the maze of the
parking garage.

Making a turn, I saw a flash of some idiot popping out from between
cars. I slammed my breaks just in time. Alyssa was there, just as I
had commanded, to act out my little fantasy. My bumper came just
inches from that perfect thigh, but the bitch was so startled by me
that she fell over, tripping on her high heels.

"Oh Shit..." I said, playing my game for any bystanders. I jumped out
of the car to help her.

"Just what I need," I cried out loud. "A lawsuit from someone richer
than God." I knelt over her, expecting a torrent of insults and
accusations, but she was quiet. I guess she bounced her head on the
pavement and knocked herself out.

Even the greatest mind-controllers like a little role-playing.

No one else was around, so I figured I needed to get her to the
hospital. I picked her up and put her in the passenger seat, and shot
out of the parking garage like a bullet.

I ripped through those city streets like a madman, trying to find a
hospital. Then I came to my senses. Jeeze, I thought, I'd would be
very disappointed if I didn't take advantage of this situation.

I pulled over into a deserted alley and I reached across Alyssa and
pushed her seat all the way back, so she was now laying completely on
her back. Reaching for the toys I always keep in the back seat, I
pulled out rope and a gag. I tied Alyssa's hands behind her head, and
fastened them to the neck rest of the seat. Now, if she woke up she
couldn't move very much.

Now came the fun part. My car windows were tinted, and I was in a
pretty quiet area, so I wouldn't be disturbed. I leaned over and
started fondling Alyssa's unconscious body. My dick was a log in my
pants as I ran my hands over her.

Here tits felt great - not to small or large, and natural (not any
more I fear, I'm glad I got to her when I did). I pulled her top up,
and watched them bounce as they were freed from the fabric. I took a
nipple into my mouth and suckled there as I massaged the other one
with my hand. I pulled up after a while and grabbed both breasts with
my hands. I wanted to make sure she was unconscious.

With thumb and forefinger, I pinched her brownish-pink nipples. Hard.
Harder. I pinched them so I hard the tips of her nipples turned white.
I'm sure any girl awake would have been screaming with pain. Her head
hung listlessly to the side, and her mouth hung open. I cradled her
head and kissed her. This was no romantic sleeping beauty kiss. I just
wanted to invade her mouth with my tongue, the very beginning of my
exploration of her helpless body. Her mouth was very tasty, very wet
and hot. The complete lack of resistance in her was a novelty. She
couldn't do a thing to stop me from molesting her.

Finally, I withdrew from her luscious mouth and picked up a ball gag
that I thought would fit her. The blue of the gag was a lovely
contrast with the perfect red of her slightly smeared lipstick.

Ms. Milano had been working out since I'd seen her last on film. Her
legs were really smooth and muscular and felt great under my large
hands. I just love pinching that smooth flesh of the upper thigh,
don't you?

I unbuttoned Alyssa's shorts and pulled them down her long legs and
off her. I removed my own pants and crawled into the space in front of
the passenger seat. (This is why I drive an American car, you just
can't fuck the shit out of a bound, unconscious, and unwilling
celebrity in a Toyota.) I pushed her beautiful legs back so I could
get to her pussy. Her condition didn't leave her very wet, So I had to
resort to the KY jelly I always keep handy. While I worked it into her
pussy, I rubbed my dick up and down along her smooth thigh. It felt so
good, and I was so fucking hard that I almost shot my load right there
on Alyssa's gorgeous leg.

But I was a good boy. She was now lubricated thoroughly and I shoved
my cock up her pussy. Hmmm... the folds of her cunt accepted me. It
was warm and wet and my cock hadn't felt this good in a long time
(hours at least). I pumped her silly, not caring who saw my car
bucking.

Alyssa's eyes fluttered as she started to come around. This was going
to be good, I thought. Just imagine yourself waking up someday... not
knowing where you are... your hands tied behind you... something
shoved in your mouth... a gag... so you can't talk or beg or scream...
and a tall man.... between your spread legs....shoving his large cock
up inside you... splitting you in two... all you can see of him.... oh
godd.... you can't move.... he's fucking me..... oh jesus... help..
god... he's fucking me.... it hurts.... I can't move my arms!.. god...
all you can see is the man looming above you.... a flash of his dark
hair... his blue eyes that stare into your own like a mirror.... you
could tell from his eyes that he owned you...

All that and more showed in Alyssa Milano's face as I fucked her hot
sweet cunt. It felt so good to be ramming in and out of her like this.
I just wish you could have been with me to sample her. Tears started
streaming out of her eyes, and I started to hear screams that muffled
into silence under her ball gag. Her magnificent body started bucking
and thrashing, making my ride more pleasurable.

Alyssa was a real fighter too. Every time I speared her, she tried to
kick me off. Every time she kicked around, I slapped her lovely face.
Every time she tried to twist away, I punched her in her flat stomach,
knocking the wind out of her.

That last look of defiance and humiliation was all I could take, and I
wanted to get every bit of pleasure I could from it. I withdrew from
Alyssa's pussy and moved myself up until I was crouched over her with
my back against the ceiling. My cock hung over Alyssa's face, and I
stroked it with one hand. My body tensed and the sense of electricity
built up in my groin. Alyssa realized what was happening and if it
weren't for the gag, she would have shattered the car windows with her
screams. Her body lurched and twisted, but she had no escape from my
climax.

I grunted under my breath. I was about to come all over Alyssa's face.
"Bitch!!" I shouted one last time as images of her bound beauty
flooded my mind and my come flooded over her helpless and hopeless
face. I didn't think I was going to stop. My body shot through the
ecstasy of orgasm, and my head slammed against the roof of the car,
denting it. I was unfazed and took my pleasure in seeing Alyssa's
degraded, humiliated, and beautiful face from underneath streams of my
come. I kept stroking my cock after the last impulse of orgasm, just
enjoying the feel of super-sensitive skin in my hand, lubricated by
sperm and KY and the juice of Alyssa's pussy.

I slumped into my seat, exhausted. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the
sound of my victim sobbing and whimpering beside me. I dressed myself,
but left the beautiful actress naked and covered in my come tied up in
the seat. No chance I'd take her to the hospital now. I started the
car up and started home, admiring and fondling her abused body all the
way. You can imagine it was quite distracting.



Chapter 10: Life at home

I usually sleep in.

My staff knows the best way to wake me, the way that helps ensure I
won't be cranky the rest of the day.

A recently captured teenage girl, preselected for the "alarm clock"
duty, is prepared for my morning ritual. The girl is bathed by two
nurses and her skin is lightly powdered. Any signs of pubic hair is
call for a thorough shaving of all body hair from her neck down, and
her pussy is made sure to be clean and sweet. Enemas are administered
also, and the nurses instruct the girl on the proper behavior for my
bed chamber.

For aesthetics', the girl's delicate pussy lips are lovingly
stimulated by a nurse's careful oral attention. When the teen's cunt
has flowered, pink and plump, she's ready. When the process is over,
the young girl's arms are firmly bound behind her back, and her ankles
tightly roped together.

A new girl may be terrified at this point, depending on the level of
mind control I've used on her. The more experienced morning girls may
just be resigned to their fates, and hopeful I'm in a pleasant mood.
Now, staff members carry the frightened teenager upstairs, soothing
her fears and repeating instructions on the way. At my doorway, she is
admonished to make no more noise, and reminded of the various
household penalties.

Without disturbing my slumber the staff places the girl, naked but for
her bonds, on my bed. Gently lifting the covers so she can worm her
way in, the staff retreats and leaves to two of us alone. The girl
knows what to do from here. Her young, smooth body slowly wriggles
it's way towards me, her head inching it's way to the goal between my
legs.

Permanent mental commands I've imbedded are working on the girl's
mind. She knows her predicament, knows she's under my control with no
chance of returning to her former life without my consent. The
commands I've made include the erosion of her sense of free will, the
enhancement of sexual sensitivity and desire, and (for my alarm clocks
especially) a virtual doctorate in cocksucking.

I usually keep eight or so "alarm clocks" in my main household. All
small girls, none more than 5' 1" tall. Usually teens, from 14-18.
I've found that Asian girls perk me up well, so I usually keep 4 of
the 8 from various southeast asian countries. The rest are a mix
ranging from american blondes to irish redheads, and recently, a
simply lovely little Liberian.

Once in position, with the girl's hot little mouth bringing about my
morning wood, I can't help but wake up, and in the best of moods. My
eyes flutter open, my body basking in the sensation of young lips
milking my dick. I look down to see a bulge in the sheets bobbing up
and down... often going down very far as her throat struggles to
accommodate all of my dick. Peeking out from the under the sheets her
hind quarters wiggle enticingly - flexing muscles testing her ankle
bonds. At this point, I usually start rubbing, pinching and caressing
my way up her legs. From calf to thigh to firm, plump buttocks, I
revel in my bound beauty of the morning.

After a few days of alarm clock duty, the girls begin to know my
tastes, and respond to the signals I give silently through my hands. A
tap on her head through the sheets may mean more tongue action or
deeper penetration of her throat. A slap or series of spanks on her
behind mean a repositioning so I can admire her ass and hairless pussy
from an easier angle.

On lazy mornings, I just lay back until she's done her job, and my
body tenses with the first orgasm of the day, pumping a load of fresh
cum into her face. She knows to swallow it all, helped by more mental
programming that's made her addicted to my semen. For some of the
girls, I've made sure it's been their only meal for days, ensuring an
enthusiastic performance. I may signal her to press the "sleep" button
and I'll fall back into slumber with my satisfied cock shrinking in
her mouth. In this case, my "alarm clock" is ordered to freeze,
sometimes with her lips still around my cock. She must not move an
inch, and only barely breath so I can get thirty minutes of extra
sleep. When that time is up, she is permitted to wake me again,
starting all over.

If I'm feeling frisky some morning, or the girl is giving a
substandard performance, I might just toss her around and take the
superior position. Mornings like that the experienced girls dread, and
I love the wide eyed fear when I grab their shoulders, slap them
around, and force them into a new or uncomfortable position. I may
show a newcomer how to suck me off correctly, pinning her head to the
mattress as I drill her face so hard she can't breathe. Or, I might
turn the girl over, pressing her face into a pillow while I fuck her
freshly oiled pussy. On a special morning, with an unusually petite
bed partner, I may inch my cock into my "alarm clock's" tiny asshole,
enjoying the snug heat of her rectum walls as she struggles vainly and
whimpers into the pillow.

My wake up calls rarely last more than an hour, and no matter what my
mood, make me feel refreshed and ready to take on the day. Once my
feet hit the floor, two nurses enter the room to retrieve the "alarm
clock" and take her for preparation for future duties.



Of course, some mornings even I'm not that horny. Take this morning
for example. Little Thuy, a 16 year old Vietnamese girl with a mouth
for the ages, had no appeal to me today. Ever since we had abducted
her from a badminton court two months ago, she'd been a favorite
morning delight, but even her creamy yellow-brown skin brought forth
no desire today.

Unfortunately for her, she had begun to bond with her captor, and was
desperate for attention, affection, even abuse. As I got out of bed,
she tried to follow despite the bonds that kept her legs and arms
unwieldy. She rolled off the bed and her bare flesh made a delightful
smack on the cold marble floor. Whimpers turned to cries and wails as
she begged for my attentions.

"Pleeeaaasee..... master... don't go," she panicked. "Won't you come
back to fuck me? Would you like my ass this morning master? You always
love my ass...."

"Not today darlin'" I replied as I walked to the bathroom, not looking
back.

"Would you like to beat me master? Whip my titties? Please?" she
wailed.

I shut the bathroom door behind me and sighed. I briefly considered
giving her some new attention by reliving myself with her help,
pissing into her open mouth. It would certainly fit the humiliation
she was looking for. The thought made my cock twitch slightly, but
nothing more.

I guess I'd just had to much fun the day before. Saturday night's
festivities were a blast. Several friends and associates were invited
for one of my famous stag nights. Good conversation, fine cigars,
great scotch, and a plentiful supply of willing and unwilling young
women interspersed throughout.

But the great event of the day wasn't just the party. Before the
evening began, upon my request, (and knowing how profitable it was to
be my friend) my friend Chaz brought his three beautiful daughters to
the house. Chaz knows my lifestyle, has some sense of my abilities,
and very little moral backbone. He'd known I'd admired his three
girls for years, and I knew all about his hidden, forbidden lust for
all of them.

Father and girls appeared at the door around 3pm. Small talk in the
receiving room gave me a chance to admire the girls again. The
youngest was Jenna, a curvy 13 year old brunette with piercing blue
eyes and closely cropped dyed black hair. Cute, of course, and
seething with attitude. She was dressed for a Saturday... jeans cutoff
at the knees showed off a great pair of calves. A skimpy top that
showed off her belly (and pierced navel) nicely. Various plans for her
flooded my head, but I couldn't settle on one just yet

Kori was the middle child, and the innocent. The 15 year old was a
natural blonde. A rather drab, demure dress covered her, but a trained
eye could make out the outline of a worthy figure. Not quite plump,
but I imagined her thighs would keep a man's ears very warm.

The eldest, 17 year old Sara was dream in her cheerleader uniform from
this afternoon's practice. Her father must not have given the girls
notice of their "day trip" and given them time to change. I was
pleased anyway. Sara's green eyes were enhance by her green skirt with
white trim. Teased blonde hair framed such a lovely face The body
under the skirt was something special... coltish was the word. A full
bodied woman, curvy and athletic, but the longs legs betrayed the
slight puppy fat that make a girl's body so fuckable.

My staff quickly separated them from their father (on the pretense of
letting them watch TV - they had no idea...) so we could discuss
business. As I led Chaz into my office, but I pardoned myself
suddenly, telling Chaz I had an important issue to resolve and I'd be
back in 10 minutes.

"Go ahead and ring the bell if you need a drink or a blow job or
anything. I'll be right back, OK?" I told him. He smiled and I could
see him reaching for the bell just as I closed the door behind me.

There was no pressing business really, except the press of my cock in
my trousers. I just wanted a quick taste of one of Chaz's daughters
before he changed his mind. I ran up the hallway after the girls, like
a kid on Christmas morning. I caught up to them quickly. Nurse Kitty
saw me coming and winked. Just as the two youngest girls were led into
the "TV" room, the door shut, cutting off Sara from her sisters.

Sara was puzzled for a moment, and didn't hear me coming up behind
her. I wasn't going to be subtle, because I didn't want to keep her
Dad waiting. I wrapped one arm around her long neck and reached the
other in front, so I could take measure of her breasts. Fleshy and
tender.... a handful. This varsity cheerleader certainly looked her
part.

She screamed so loud when I squeezed that tit, I was afraid her father
might hear, but remembered he'd be used to those sounds in my house. I
tightened the headlock until her screams stopped an and were replaced
with gasps and quieter pleas for help. Unsatisfied with the feel of
her tits through a cheerleader sweater, I moved my hand under the
fabric, pulling her bra away until bare skin met my palm. I buried my
face in the mass of her hair, taking in the aroma of a fresh young
girl. Her breast were fantastic... so soft and pliant. Her nipples
were ripe for pinching... and so I did, and was rewarded with a wince
and moan. Sara had shut up now, just gasping and beginning to cry. I
pulled her off the corridor into a side room, where I threw her onto
the floor.

The cheerleader skirt rode up her legs, tantalizing me with the view
of a checkered thong panty while I dropped my pants. My telekinesis
solved the problem of her panties, ripping them away in a whirlwind. I
blew her top and bra away too, leaving her with just skirt, sneakers
and bobby socks to covering her. She screamed again, and tried to
scramble away, but I was pounced on her and she collapsed on her back
underneath me. Soon the tip of my dick was rewarded with the wispy
touch of soft, yielding folds of her cuntlips. I pinned her shoulders
to the floors, and felt the heat emanating from her pussy as I
positioned my self for entry. She struggled wildly, strong with youth,
trashing her head back and forth, kicking her legs and moving her hips
in a desperate attempt to evade. The struggle only made me harder .

Triumphantly, I breached her gates, ramming my cock into her unwilling
cunt. She wasn't wet, but a generous amount of my pre-cum did the job
soon enough. She felt fantastic, like any pretty cheerleader should.
Each trust went deeper into the 17 year-old, grinding her hips into
the carpet. She kicked her head back, screaming silently now, and her
face was turning red. As I thrust, my mind entered hers, exploring,
raping and beginning the process of turning her into her daddy's
little slut. I didn't go to far, the real work would come later, but a
little mental work reinforced with my very physical rape would go a
long way.

She was quiet know, staring blankly at the ceiling as I drove in and
out of for the last time. My scream was worthy of Al Pacino as I
jerked and shook over the girl. I released her mind and her eyes met
mine in frozen fear. My cock slid out of the girl with a faint pop,
and I pinched the nipple of a fleshy tit and twisted it with a wink as
I got up.

"You're going to do well here honey," I said. She was too stunned to
respond. "Thanks for the quickie. I really needed it. Got to talk to
your daddy now, but don't worry, I'll take more time with you later."

She remained silent and frozen as I re-dressed and straightened myself
out. Her spread-eagled body looked fantastic... toned and shapely, not
overly defined... topped with a warm, golden tan. I'm not a big breast
man usually, but hers were perfectly formed as well as quite large. I
looked forward to playing with them. Big tan nipples like those were
ripe for piercing.

I turned way and called for a valet to pick up the girl and get her
cleaned up.

Sixteen minutes after I left him, I returned to Chaz just as the
swaying hips of Julie, one of the household handmaidens, disappeared
behind a curtain on the far side of the office. The look on Chaz's
face was about as satisfied as my own. I chuckled as I realized the
concubine bore more than a passing resemblance to his own 13 year old
daughter.

Without knowing I had just fucked the shit out of his lovely Sara,
Chaz laid out his offer to me. He would turn his girls over to me for
two months, to use and train as I saw fit. After that time had passed,
they would be returned to him. He'd then have three compliant,
willing, perverse little sluts of daughters to fulfill his dark
fantasies.

He'd previously offered a sum of 2 million dollars for the training
expenses, but I deferred saying "No, really, it's my pleasure." It
definitely would be.

We talked old times for awhile, until the evening approached and
guests began to arrive. Suffice it to say, the party went very well.
The features of the evening went very well. Hard bodied twins snatched
from a college town dance club were very popular with my Japanese
guest. An ex-bikini model turned into a nympho maniac was a hit with
the Texan. An up and coming actress, Nikki Cox, was a sight to behold
on the rack. Several of guys spend hours "pulling a train" on the sexy
young redhead, pumping every one of her holes with cum during her
screams. The assortment of pleasures was wide and varied to match any
fetish.

The centerpiece of the festivities I reserved for my good friend Chaz.
I was afraid he might have some faint pangs of guilt about leaving his
daughters in my clutches, so I gave him something to keep his mind off
his girls.

My major domo, Lauren, brought out the highlight - leading her along
with a leash tied to a firm dog collar. Alyssa Milano was a vision
tonight, her toned body clad only in 5" heels and a mockery of a black
string bikini. She smoldered as she looked over the crowd, knowing
they all wanted to taste her, to keep her. Month's after I first
grabbed her, she'd become a devastating cock-slave. Any inhibitions or
free will long destroyed by my mental influence.

Alyssa swayed across the room as Lauren led her to Chaz. She sat on
his lap and melted... cooing softly as she tongued his ear and nuzzled
him.

All guests satisfied, I rose and considered my options for the
evening. I thought of Chaz's daughters again and went toward their
cells just as Ms. Milano's hand disappeared into my dear friend's
trousers.

----

It was a busy night after an exhausting day, so you now you can
understand why even Thuy's desperation wasn't enough to get me going.

Hot water from the morning shower soothed me, and I just stood there
for moments, enjoying the sensations. I soaped up myself, not wanting
any company for a while.

Or so I thought.... eventually the little master awoke, surprising
even me. The idea of a shower encounter began to have appeal suddenly,
and I thought of calling in Thuy again, but realized the staff had
probably taken her away by now. A willing slut wasn't what I needed
now any how, I wanted something else.

She had to be perfect this morning, not just any girl off the street.
But more importantly, She needed to be in the house, so I could have
her now. I review the current stable in my mind and found the one.

I called out to Lauren, and on the double-quick, she brought the girl
to me, tossing her without ceremony on to the tile floor of my 8'x8'
shower room.

Winona Ryder pulled herself up slowly, a vision of beauty in the
mists of the shower. I reached my hand out to her, gently grabbing her
tiny, trembling hand and pulled her toward me. The water flowed over
both our bodies, and stimulation of her slippery skin brought my cock
to full attention.

She was trembling, surprised by my tenderness as I caressed her.
Winona knew too well that I brought her out only for special
occasions, She new that I found the fear and terror expressed her eyes
more exiting than any of my other celebrity thralls.

That is of course what I loved her for, and I hugged her close,
enjoying her breasts pressed against my midsection, feeling her
nipples stiffen at the touch of my skin. he clutched to me tightly,
almost for security, rubbing her cheek against my chest.

"Whhh...wh...what are you going to do to me?" she whimpered.

"Hmm...," I considered. "What would you like me to do?"

"Let me go home." She said without hesitation.

"Hmmm...." I considered. "No."

I grabbed her by the shoulders, raising her into the air. She flinched
with the pressure of my fingers and the anticipation of what was to
come. She dangled in the air before me, and with quick deliberate
steps I carried her to the far wall, slamming her into it and keeping
her there.

With her feet nearly 2' from the floor, her breasts were in perfect
range for me. An engorged nipple slipped into my mouth. I held it with
my teeth and teased it with my tongue, as Winona moaned in pleasure.

Yes, moaned. Winona was one of my most successful mind alterations.
She kept most of her personality and natural charisma and a heightened
fear of me that would not dull over time. She dreaded sessions with
me, because she knew I'd molest, humiliate, beat and rape her just to
the see the reaction in those big brown eyes.

At the same time, she loved it. She wanted to feel the back of my hand
so much she couldn't stand it. The more degrading the act, the harder
she came when I was through. She looked forward to my visits, but
could never admit it to herself. The humiliation, the pleasure, the
pain and the lust sent her into a confused spin each time she thought
of me.

I sucked more of her breast into my mouth until her nipple rubbed the
roof of my mouth. I bit down until she shrieked, but not hard enough
to do damage. The feel and taste of her flesh was enough to make me a
cannibal, but I restrained myself. I wanted her to be the flesh eater
for now.

I released Winona suddenly and she dropped painfully to the floor
beneath me. I smiled at her, and she automatically parted those
beautiful red lips, resigned to her fate. I obliged her, shoving my
cock into her mouth. She worked it desperately, but not good enough. I
thrust my hips forward, knocking the back of her head into the shower
wall hard enough to crack the tile. She tried to scream with my cock
slamming the back of her throat. The vibrations traveled the length of
my shaft and up my spine, giving me goose bumps on the back of my
neck. I nearly unloaded into Winona right there.

I shifted position and pulled on hair, forcing more of my cock into
her face. Soon her nose was pressed into my bladder, and her chin
pressed against my balls. My hands kept her head firmly in place for
5... 10.... 20 seconds. Winona was losing control now, starving for
oxygen. Her esophagus contracted, her lungs drew, only pulling my cock
farther, impossibly farther inside.

Her legs kicked and flailed.. her fingernails gouged my legs... I'd
never impaled her throat for this long, and loved the sensations of
this ultimate deep throat. I finally withdrew, before she would pass
out. Her hands instantly went to her neck, massaging it as her lungs
heaved. Her wet breasts rose and fell dramatically. That fear I was
looking forward to was now there in her eyes, accented by mascara
running from the shower and tears.

She saw that smile on my face and lunged on all fours toward the
shower door, trying to get way. I side stepped an with a light kick,
knocked her away. She rolled until she was face down on the floor, her
body wracked with sobbing and heaving. I watch her cry, and almost
missed the sight of her hand thoughtlessly slipping beneath her body,
groping for the petals of her fat pink pussy lips. Her long fingers
disappeared in the folds, searching for her clit and exploring the
darkness.

The humiliation... she had fallen so far. Another indignity awaited
her as I crouch over her body. Her hand stayed at her pussy, frigging
even as I closed her legs together. I straddled her bum, rubbing my
cock in the cleft of her moist, luscious ass. She moaned and cried as
I pressed the head of my cock against her pink, puckered asshole.

Her body shook as I pressed into her. Vainly, she made a half-hearted
attempt to free herself from my invasion of her ass. She was too far
gone at this point. I could feel her nail lightly scrape my balls as I
shoved my cock to the hilt up her shit hole.

I rode her tush at a leisurely pace. Winona was such a small girl, she
thought I would split her in half the first time I fucked her butt,
and still cowered at the idea. With each slow, full withdrawal from
her ass I called her a slut and cock slave. With each new and
deliberate penetration I called her a whore and a toy and a victim.

The time had come, and I withdrew for the last time. I stood, legs
spread, and pulled her up by her hair. Both her hands were glued to
her pussy now as I got her into a sitting position. She moaned and
squirmed in her shameful ecstasy. Her eyes look up and mine in
mindless lust and complete subject. With one hand I pushed her head
back and with the other I stroked my cock, holding it over her face.
That face looking up in anticipation.... those lovely legs splayed
across the floor... her fingers buried insider her... those breasts...
soaking and dripping in the water. Winona Ryder was mine to humiliate,
to rape at my whim. A woman I could abuse and use and be thanked for
the privilege.

Streams of cum leapt from my cock, turning a beautiful brown eye into
a pool of my semen. Another salvo reached from cheek to cheek,
crossing her nose. The third and largest load slammed into her mouth,
splashing on her teeth and leaving her lips dripping with my cum.

I let go of her head and Winona collapsed in a heap, exhausted from
orgasms at least as powerful as my own.

When I recovered from my deed, Lauren came back in to retrieve Winona.
I wonder what the rest of the day held for me?