Control Pt. 03

This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.

Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories.

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Part three of three.

Brandon, however, was far from the sex machine that he would have wanted to be, merely so that he could better enjoy Sophia and her body. He didn't need to prove anything to anyone, not when he was enjoying her in that way, but he would have liked to spend more time with her after sex especially, whether she was tranced unaware or simply made to forget what had happened afterwards. Both were good, as far as he was concerned.

That, however, opened other doors for him. Sophia was a great conversationalist, but not all their discussions had to be centred over or around food, as much as that may have been the case for others. Breakfast, lunch, dinner -- lives were dictated by food in Western culture, though he could not much speak for other parts of the world.

He learned her favourite hobbies, her favourite animal, everything about her that may not have even mattered. Things that others may not have cared about were brought to the forefront of his mind, shown to matter, more than anything else, even then. From how she liked to launder her clothes to how she preferred to water her plants -- in the morning, not the evening, he had not known it was something that someone could be that particular about -- everything was fair game in a conversation between them.

One thing, however, did come to light when they were walking through the park after going out bowling, stomachs full of good noodles. Good company and good food: what could one want more?

"I think I am getting more forgetful though," she mentioned as if the thought had only just occurred to her, leaning on the railings of the bridge overlooking the river, the park around them framed with soft, deciduous trees, full with leaves. "I keep... Well... Huh..."

"Sophia, tell me."

He didn't need her to be shy around him and she didn't understand why, completely, she wanted to be so open around him. Blushing, she tucked a strand of hair back behind her ear.

"Uh... Well, I always seem to find myself in places without realising how I got there, but... Jeez, I can't believe I'm admitting this, but I keep getting these odd feelings, odd fantasies... Dunno, maybe the stress of my last job was too much, but I think I'm actually a really horny person!"

She laughed and buried her face in her hands, all while Brandon marvelled at the fact that he had not even had to hypnotise or softly trance her, even to a light level, to get that out of her. Despite everything, she was growing closer and closer to him, even if their relationship was different to how he might have wanted it to be a couple of years ago or even back when they had first met. It was a better way of coming together though, a more natural way, one that suited them both.

Maybe one day, he'd ask her what she thought about mind control. It was not as if Sophia remembered their earlier conversation about it, not after he had had her forget it, and he could tease a few more ideas and fantasies out of her. Of course, Brandon could have just asked her about them -- but where was the fun in making everything simple and easy all the time?

Back at home, she headed to the sofa to watch TV before going to bed, winding down a little at the close of the day.

"Sorry, Brandon, only if you don't want to see anything," she offered him first choice. "My tastes tend to be a little eccentric; I don't want to put you out!"

He held his hands up and smiled.

"Nah, enjoy yourself, I'll just hang out, don't mind me."

But she would mind him as he tranced her into a state of obliviousness again, making it so that she was unaware of his presence, even while he was touching her. He slipped into his seat beside her after making some popcorn for himself, easing himself down into the sofa and her lap. His head rested across her legs, the popcorn positioned for them to share, though Sophia did not know that he had brought it. He dozed in and out of it, the flickering images on the screen not holding his attention, her hand moving occasionally to savour the salty treat.

However, he was rather rudely awakened from his soft, warm comfort as she rose, done with the TV a couple of hours later, which understandably bumped him around a bit. Brandon grunted, his neck aching, grabbing her by the hips.

"No, Sophia."

Not much of an admonishment, considering everything that had taken place, though his hand was down and connecting with her backside in a sharp spank even then. Yet Sophia walked away as if nothing was wrong, only making a faint grunt, her body not knowing what was happening even while her mind failed to register.

The hot flush of arousal that seared through him caught him by surprise as he pursued her. So helpless to his roughness, his treatment of her... And she couldn't do anything about it -- well, not unless she didn't want anything to do with it.

He grabbed her, yanking her back to enjoy himself in punishment, though he knew he would not tell her about this incident later, he bent her over his lap for a better view and feel of her arse, groping hard, pushing her down, spanking her like a naughty brat who knew exactly what she'd done to annoy him. She grunted and squirmed, trying to continue with heading to bed and wrapping up for the evening, though he didn't care about that, not anymore. She would not remember anything, not as he reddened her arse with the rain of blow from his palm, her body responding with heat and searing pulses of sensation.

"Oof..."

Oh, it was the softest of moans, yet one that drove him on, all the same, dragging her up so he could slap her face, snapping her head lightly and sharply to the side. Nothing he did to her would leave any permanent damage, or any damage at all, but he could not help himself from drawing her into a deep kiss, tongue plundering her mouth. As his tongue battled with her softer, limper one, not kissing him back, he grabbed her breasts and tweaked her nipples far more roughly than he ever had before for erotic effect.

"You're so fucking hot..."

He crushed her down lightly over the arm of the sofa, tugging her jeans down, his cock out and rock hard. It pushed into her exposed pussy easily, her folds wet with arousal, perhaps the rougher treatment stimulating her in a way, though he did not care. It simply felt too good to fuck her roughly, to cram his length into her again and again, driving in hard and fast, need overcoming him as the slap of his hips on her arse rose to fill the room.

"So hot... But you're a brat... You should have listened to me, Sophia."

She trembled under him, an expression of confusion crossing her face in the furrowing of her brow, her lips parting in a whimper. It was all unconscious, of course, not understanding, flinching from him as much as her body weakly twitched back into his grasp.

Yet she felt more, a little more, the rougher treatment breaking through to her, her mind more in touch with her growing arousal.

"Your pussy feels so good..."

He forced himself over her, harder and faster, her breath quickening, even her head turning back and forth. Just as Brandon was wondering how much she was catching onto in their agreement, she said his name.

"Brandon?" She shivered, drawing a gasp from him. "Brandon, are you doing something to me? Brandon... Oh... Brandon, what are you doing -- where are you?"

Yet he would not tell her, not in a way that she could understand, not even as he laughed out loud at her predicament.

"Yes, Sophia, you're right."

He fucked her even harder, the sofa creaking under his thrusts, though she waited less than patiently for a response to come. He had his way with her and that was all that mattered as he slammed in, Sophia half-shrugging and muttering something about it being her imagination.

Maybe later he would tell her that she was right, but, well...it was better like that. Better to play with her, to let her be toyed with, to exult in never quite knowing what was going on. It was hotter than it had any right to be.

She moaned, deciding that she had to be getting lost in a fantasy instead. Her hands roamed her own body, squeezing her breasts more gently than he had, bringing knowing arousal to her form. Even between her legs, she rubbed her clit, though she could not penetrate her pussy with his cock in there, need pumping through, coarse and devious.

It didn't matter, not as he cried out in passion, Sophia whimpering, moaning, losing herself in the moment. He ground his teeth together, driving in hard and fast until he could not help but unload, a deep, guttural grown spilling from his lips.

"Cum for me, Sophia!"

And she did as he filled her, her arousal matching with his in a cocktail of lust that could not be mistaken for anything else, frenzied, heaved, panting breaths filling the air.

Yet there would be many more interludes just like that for them both.

*

One thing that Brandon had not experimented with was the freeze trigger and, to be fair, it had faded into the background, considering everything else. Trancing her to be unaware had been too hot as he played with her and tried to get her to moan, at that peak of arousal that she could do nothing else, yet to freeze and be still, so still...

"Freeze."

An easy trigger word to implant into her again and, in but a moment, Sophia paused in the kitchen, not moving at all. One hand was left raised as if she was about to reach for something, stiff and rigid like a statue, though he could walk all around her, stroke her all over, and could not draw any reaction from her at all. It had to be physically demanding to freeze for long periods of time, which he was more than a little impressed by, though the experiment of freezing her that weekend morning was to see how much he could do to get her to climax while frozen.

He slid his fingers over her breasts, playing with her sensitive nipples. The breasts may have been something more for the male gaze in an erotic sense, but the nipples were a pleasure centre, when teased and rubbed just so, introduced to different stimuli. In line with "freezing" her, he took a couple of ice cubes and ran them around her nipples, shirt tugged up over her breasts so that they were exposed. Of course, Sophia had been instructed, under hypnosis, not to wear a bra that day, so he was easily able to get at her body. He knew from earlier that it took heavy stimulation to get anything like a moan from her, otherwise she would simply carry on as if everything was normal, but that was all part of the fun for him.

She had to stay frozen, however, even as he playfully spanked her (more for fun that time) and fingered her pussy, even testing to see whether she would allow him to slip a finger into her backside. Her anal ring tightly clutched at his finger, though that muscle was not under her control as she shivered ever so faintly.

Ah, so he was having an effect...

He tried more, finding the tiniest erogenous zones, the patch of skin to the left of her crotch that was more sensitive, how she flinched when he really dug his fingers into her arse. It was a slow burn of arousal, while frozen, her jeans pulled all the way down to her ankles, fingers slipping through the slippery mess of her pussy.

It was better that way, running his fingers back and forth, biting and nipping at her neck, kissing her all over. Yet that was not the stronger, rougher stimulation that would be needed to get her to orgasm while frozen, breaking a sweat before he had to ease off, his wrist aching from finger-fucking her so roughly.

"Unff..."

A little groan... That was kinda hot. But he wanted to see more, working his fingers hard and fast, though perhaps he would find some sex toys for future use, all to see how far he could push her in the end. He pulled her jeans back up loosely, not bothering to button them again, her shirt left up, stepping back as he tried to catch his breath.

"Unfreeze."

Sophia stumbled forward as if to seamlessly continue with what she was doing, though she faltered, swallowing hard. Her body was too warm, her clothes askew, and she gasped to find her breasts on show, pulling her shirt back down. It was a good thing that she didn't notice Brandon backing away out of the room, making sure that he did not interfere, logging everything mentally.

Sensations remained after unfreezing... Yet he could press more.

He tried again while she was talking in the living room, freezing and unfreezing her several times.

"You know, I was thinking..."

"Freeze."

Unblinking, softly staring. He smiled.

"Unfreeze."

"That we should really try and go out..."

"Freeze."

He paused, trying to move her leg, tugging hard, but it would not budge.

"Unfreeze."

"And see about taking a boat on the lake. What do you think, Brandon?"

He smiled, noticing her glancing at her legs, though it didn't seem to bother her too much. It was impressive how seamlessly she picked up the conversation again after each unfreeze. Yet that was only a small test, a light one. He had tried to masturbate her in the kitchen that first time, but it had not been enough... She could not react, not like that, not without something extreme, that tiny groan more of an exhalation of breath at best -- and even that was a stretch. He squeezed her thigh, hard, Sophia unflinching, unmoving. Maybe he could get her turned on enough, one day, to get her to orgasm while frozen? It was a challenge, at least.

He froze her again at the dinner table, simply because he could, finishing his food, giving her a rough kiss, and leaving her there with her fork in the air and no plate before her. When unfrozen, she blinked at her plate and the fork of food, pausing, putting it down, looking around her.

Overnight, Brandon became a pro with magic tricks, impressing her by making things appear and move before her eyes, though it was merely a place with freezing and unfreezing her. What was more interesting was when he pranked her in the living room, on movie night, by attempting to remove her T-shirt when she was heading out of the living room.

Frozen, she was unblinking and yet as stiff as a board while he struggled with her arms. Like her leg, he could not move her arms to the extent that he needed, jerking her more and more roughly until she jerked to the side. Her entire body and frame came along with her arm, tilting as she tipped over like a statue, hitting the wall, propped up awkwardly with her head and her arm.

He blinked. It was strange, so strange... He had not thought that such a trigger could do so much, though she had not moved once. Her muscles must have been so rigid, though he rushed to put her back upright. An uncomfortable position like that could not have been good for her! Maybe he would have to think of another prank in line with their fantasies...

"Unfreeze."

Sophia blinked and made as if to walk on, rubbing the side of her head and her elbow.

"Hm."

She glanced at him, curious.

"What are you hanging around here..."

"Relax now."

She eased into a trance, the basic state that he had taken to playing with her in. That was better, soft and malleable. He needed a "soft freeze", something where she was not tranced but deeper, like putty in his hands. That could be a new trigger word, perhaps.

"Putty."

Not one that would come up otherwise, he was sure, but it at least allowed him to take off her jeans instead, slipping them off her feet, pausing with need rising in him. A quick fuck would not cause any issues as he froze her properly, stiff and rigid, though his hard length did not want to slip inside her.

Ah, of course, he had not spent any time turning her on and arousing her. That was a problem, so he briefly dropped to his knees to enjoy her pussy, even if there was not quite enough time there for him to savour it. His tongue dipped inside, swirling around her clit, that part of her body eager to respond to him, slickening her pussy enough so that he could stand again and press his hard-on into her.

That was better, much better, grunting as he relieved himself inside her. Brandon didn't know how long he fucked her for, as calm and as still as before, though she was frozen. Did that mean that she couldn't orgasm in such a state? Maybe so...

He tried, fucking her harder and harder, trusting the frozen brace of her body to steady him as her skin rose in a flush, though it took a lot more effort than normal to bring that forth. Her chest still shuddered with every breath, moving fluidly, yet it was a little more erratic, that breathy moan on the tip of her tongue as it had been when he'd masturbated her so furiously that his wrist had ached. Still, he had not even been able to get her off then.

He would try though, pushing her on and on, holding back his climax, though his need was high. Her body tightened around him as he pushed her to the brink and shoved her over, her pussy closing around him in the lure of orgasm.

"Unfreeze!"

"Here?"

She continued her sentence as if nothing had happened, collapsing forward into the bliss of orgasm, the weight of her body pulling Brandon along with her.

That time, Brandon was glad that he could make her forget the tumble, despite the incredible climax it had given them both.

*

"Freeze."

Sophia froze, barely awake, eyes half-lidded. She'd been lying in bed, trying to wake up late on a weekday morning where she had flexible hours, but he wasn't about to stand for her not being a morning person. He grinned widely as he carried her to the shower, almost like a plaything for that moment, though it was not as easy as he expected. She was heavy when she was a dead weight, though that opened up the possibility of him working out with her in his home gym, using her as a frozen yet living barbell, something to make his workouts far kinkier than they had been.

The shower should have been easier, propping her up against the wall, though he turned the dial too far, exposing them to a blast of cold water that took his breath away. All through it, however, all Sophia had on her face was a distinctly sleepy expression, as if it all was something that she had not yet woken up to.

He kissed her in the shower, letting the water run over them, into their mouths, sharing his enjoyment of the kiss with her. He pressed in closer, smirking, his fingers on her face, pulling her lips and her facial features, which were more malleable than the rest of her frozen body, into exaggerated, gleeful expressions. Her lips were pulled high, her eyebrows pushed high with his fingertips.

Brandon chuckled to himself. He was funny. But it was funnier still to lift her leg with the "putty" trigger, freezing her again into position, allowing him to fuck her against the wall while she was braced standing on one leg. She was steadier while frozen, his breath quickening, catching at his throat, dragging through as he moaned, pounding her for all he was worth.

All that mattered was the heat of the water washing over them, sinking into their bodies, his cock gliding easily inside her, as deep as it could go. That time, he did not consider her orgasm, merely fucking her for his own pleasure, her body not giving him any indication that it knew what was happening. Frozen as she was, he was in no position to get her moaning while frozen, though it was interesting how hard he had to push.

Cumming deep inside her, he rested his forehead on her shoulder in a moment of tenderness, a light whimper breaking his lips. Softly and sweetly, he cleaned her off, washing every crevice, as if she was a beloved, well cared for toy of his, something that he adored, yet was nothing more than an object.