Early Works - Mind Control Mode

He grins more broadly.

"Get up."

She does so immediately. Takes her eyes from his face for as little time as possible. Shows no sign of any interest in either the sudden lurch of his cock or the glint of malicious delight within his eyes. He grins. Steps forward and reaches down to grasp at the sodden and hot pussy behind her skirt. To dig his nails into her delicate flesh; to pinch her crinkly labia between his fingers and twist them till her face screws up in pain and a whimper breaks her silence.

"It hurts, doesn't it?" he whispers the words into her ear, careful to make sure that he can't be heard by any observers; but the rush of power that makes his heart pound within his chest is too impatient to allow her time to respond. "Thank me for it. Tell me to do it harder."

"Thank-you for hurting me, Mister Turner." she shudders, twisting her neck to maintain the all-important view of his face. Blinks her moist eyes rapidly. "D-do it harder, Mister Turner."

Oh my fuckin' bitch!

He beams in delight. Grins as broadly as he can whilst his fantasies battle the pressure of her firm but velvety soft and still-overflowing pussy against his palm.

"Now tell me how hard I should do it."

Silence. Her eyes move rapidly, seeking some kind of answer. She looks down. Swallows.

"I... I..."

So that's how it is.

"Forget it. You've got a jungle down here." he grins, pushes his palm against the curls that push against the heel of his palm. "You want me to rip it out, don't you. More than anything in the world. Beg me to do so and I might."

For just one instant he sees her give a grin equal to his own; and then he loses sight of it as she jumps up and onto him. She embraces him with her arms and legs so that her eyes blaze into his own whilst his cock thrusts upward against the sex that was only moments ago within his hand.

"Oh God, please do it, Mister Turner! Please rip it all out! Please please please! Make me bald down there, Mister Turner!" she squeals like a girl, bouncing her dripping wet mound against his hard-on as she does so. "Rip it out! Rip it out! Rip it out!"

"Oh my fucking God! You're totally gone, aren't you!"

"I am I am I am! I'm gone! I'm gone!"

He laughs both in triumphant delight and at the enthusiasm with which she chants; but he does only up until the moment that her increasingly eager movements slam his manhood into her. He grunts and stiffens in shock whilst her mouth turns once more into an "o" and her eyes widen, and then she grins, glancing downward to where their bodies are now joined before lifting her gaze upwards once more.

"Oh... Oh fuck you're big... You should have warned me..." she whimpers, misunderstanding their new situation, then bites her lower lip before reaching upward to grasp his head. She meets his still shocked gaze with no recognition of the sensations that that single thrust have sparked within him; and then her hips start to move once more, at first tentatively but almost immediately with even more vigour than before. "Fuck me, Mister Turner! Fuck me, fuck me, Fuck me!"

She pounds her lean body upon him without mercy, chanting her desire and squealing in delight as she does so; and once again he feels helpless. He wants to tell her to stop. To take control once more. To make her and the still-absent other women feel as inferior to him as he has always felt to them. He tells himself that he wants to save himself for the orgy that he hopes to have centre upon him. The sounds and sensations of her sodden and greedily clutching sex about his shaft are too much for him to bear though. Her pubic mound slams loudly against his whilst her cervix alternately thrusts over and pulls against his swollen helmet; and as simple as it would be to tell her to stop, he cannot manage to do so.

He gasps and whimpers and shudders instead, clutching at her weakly and helplessly as he does so. He is powerless to utter a single word. Has no wits to use his hands for anything more than trying desperately to slow her increasingly uncoordinated thrusting. He is not alone in his feeling of helplessness, though, for the the beautiful young woman who rides him is closer to orgasm than he. Her chants and cries of encouragement slowly but surely devolve into little more than pants of exertion and whimpers of pleasure, her body shuddering and jerking as his manhood pounds within her; and then her climax gives her the strength for one more burst of coherency.

"I'm cumming Mister Turner!"

It is a redundant cry, but she utters it without thinking; her body twisting and arching against and above his own; her eyes wide and unfocused. The orgasm that tears through her is as violent as the thrusting with which she attained it; made all the more powerful by her belief that she is serving his wishes; and in turn he manages two words.

"Please!... H-help!..."

He has never been ridden so hard. Has never been fucked so passionately. His mouth hangs open. His eyes go wide. He stumbles backward, and he finds the support of the cabinet just before his knees buckle and his cock erupts within her obscenely squirting and convulsing sex.

"Oh fuck!... Oh shit!..."

He cries out as he cums. Jerks his hips helplessly into her with every ejaculation; pounds his cock deeper into her body so that his seed pumps again and again into the clinging heat of her slowly relaxing sex. He drenches her insides with his sperm; empties his strength and his soul into her beautiful body; and then he clutches her too him weakly. Closes his eyes and gasps in pleasure as he tries to catch his breath.

Did she notice how quick he was?

He opens his eyes slowly, pushing the thought from his mind; and when he does so he finds her already rested and grinning above him.

"That was wonderful, Mister Turner." she giggles, gazing into his eyes; and then she reaches down between their hot and damply joined bodies down to touch the uppermost fringes of his pubic bush once more. Plays her fingers lower to where his cock twitches within her folds, caught in indecision between softening and stiffening once more.

"Are you going to fuck me again?" she whispers the words mischievously, her fingers stroking where his sodden cock pushes into her sex, where his juices dribble slowly out of her to puddle at the base of his manhood. "I want to make you cum again! Want to feel you spurting inside me! You were great, Mister Turner! So quick -"

"No!" he shoves her aside in a panic. Sends her sprawling onto the floor as he attempts to scramble backwards for one futile moment before recognising that the cabinet won't disappear just for his sake. He pushes himself to his feet shakily then backs away from her and the glistening, dripping thing that lies between her arched thighs. "It was your fucking fault! Get off me you fucking cunt! You fucking filthy cunt! You shouldn't be like that! You can't demand things like that! You're always too strong! You're always too demanding! You should be helpless! You should wait for me to let you know when I want to give you my cum! It shouldn't matter if it's too quick!"

He stares down at her, but he sees other women besides her. He shakes and pants, his chest heaving and his breath ragged, and then he closes his mouth and swallows, and he realizes what he has just said.

Oh fucking shit...

He imagines the scorn and the disgust that the whore before him will feel. Imagines the laughter with which she will talk about him to her whorish friends. Imagines his friends learning of what he has just said to the most beautiful woman to have ever shown any interest in his body. She meets his gaze in confusion, her eyes moving rapidly and her lips moving silently once more; and then she nods and leans forward to kneel before him, her grey eyes never leaving his face.

"I am helpless, Mister Turner..." she looks down, tilts her head to one side then looks up questioningly, her eyes moist and uncertain. "Will... Will you still tear my pubes off for me, Mister Turner?"

Oh fuckin' God...

He closes his eyes then. Shakes his head then tilts it upward. Grins in blessed relief. Imagines her and her co-workers bound in obedience to him. Imagines them vying for his seed whilst he watches safely distant from their all-too-stimulating bodies. Imagines the bestowing the victor's reward upon her up-turned face whilst she kneels unquestioning of the speed with which he does so.

"You don't want that. Forget what just fuckin' happened, 'kay."

She blinks. Glances to each side then returns her gaze to him once more. Smiles uncertainly then replies before he can do anything more than start to wonder just how she will react to his last command.

"I..." she glances down. Flushes scarlet then hastily covers her small breasts. Rearranges her skirt then looks up once more. "I... Mister Turner?"

"No. I'm Kolby..." he grins. Pushes the memory of his humiliation away. Tells himself that he is in charge once more. "Call me that."

"Yes, Kolby." she pauses, seems hesitant, looks about herself once more. "I... Mister Turner -"

"Forget him. You exist to serve me." he kneels before her, pushes one finger to his chest to emphasise the word. "You do whatever I want. And you never, ever touch me unless I tell you to... And if you're a good girl I'll let you have the cum out of this." he grins, lifts his sticky and semi-erect manhood so that she can gaze at it, then continues hastily when a puzzled frown starts to touch her brow. "Because you want my cum more than anything... And no matter if it takes just a few seconds, it'll arrive at just the right time! And you don't care how much there is either, 'kay?"

"I... I... I do, it does, I don't?!" she grins in response, licking her lips, then frowns once more, blushes and looks down demurely. "Then... How do I get it? How can I make you cum, Kolby?"

"Well... Firstly, this stuff is so good it's too much for one bird, so you gotta get, let's say... Four more hotties in here... An' secondly, you've got to get... You've got to get them to take some of that powder over there... And then you and them'll fool around, and maybe you'll get some then, or maybe you'll have to wait till we all get home."

"Oh, okay!" she giggles, looking down at his cock once more before returning her gaze to his face, "Is that all, Kolby?"

"Uh... No... And get your skirt off. I wanna have my cock in your arse when they get here."

"Okay, Kolby!"

Part 03...

He moves slowly. Thrusts cautiously. Fuck. He's lasted two minutes already. It feels like a lifetime. He cups her firm but gently hanging breasts from behind and beneath as he breathes in the scent of her flame-red hair, enjoys the feel of it against his chest. Moves his loins against the gentle swelling of her buttocks. She's hotter than he had ever imagined a woman could be. Tighter as well, even though she has one leg arched and lifted. An attempt to ease his movements within her as well as a display of his manhood and her sex to the girls who have just entered the room. He has to be careful. Has to hold back. Can almost feel the sperm building itself up within his balls, preparing to spray itself into her once more. Fuck... It's so nice not having to worry about her pleasure.

"God, Cristal!"

"You dirty slut! You could have waited you know!"

He grins quietly. Appraises the girls and their response to his position within their friend's buttocks as they enter the small room. They're all dressed in the same simple skirt and blouse as she once was. Are all shorter. Younger than her or perhaps, in the case of one, close to her age. He thinks that they look nothing like her or her friends. They're young. Weak. Should be less sure of themselves. His to mold or break as he sees fit. His to fuck or to dump.

"You expect her to wait? Look at that monster between her legs! I'd just like to say, Mister Turner, that you have got the most beautiful cock I've ever seen."

A diminutive blonde. The most tanned of the four. Kolby grins. He goes to nod his head in acknowledgement, only to have the redhead within whom he thrusts interrupt him.

"You cock-hungry slut! Anyway, Mister Turner doesn't exist, Kaya. This is Kolby. You might want him, but I exist to serve him."

Oh for fuck's sake!

"A joke! A joke!" he interrupts the growing looks of confusion and surprise as soon as he can finish coughing, "I, I mean it's a thing I've got... Strange but... Please call me Kolby... You, uh, you lot are?"

"Horny and naughty and pissed off that that fucking gorgeous cock of yours is off-limits?" Kaya again. She has the semi-squinting look of someone who should wear glasses, and though her eyes are as grey as Cristal's, they are large enough and wide enough to make her look far too young and innocent to utter such words. He feels nervous. Thrusts the emotion away angrily. Wonders if he's going to end up scared of brats as well as whores. "Name's Kaya as I hope you'll remember. Age twenty and a half, so next time you can ask for me instead of that red-headed bimbo."

And a half?

He smiles. Wonders if her rivalry could be coaxed into turning nasty. Grins at the thought that he will make sure that it is.

"Bimbo?! Says the biggest cunt-gobbler of us all!"

"Me?! Fuckin' airhead, you're the one who licked the Mistress to four orgasms in a row!"

The five giggle at that, grinning in friendly mischief, and then a petite, ivory-skinned blonde raises one hand as if she were still in class.

"Alia here, Mister Kolby Sir! I've only just turned eighteen so I'm off-limits, but I can do stuff with the other girls if you want!"

"McKenna here. Almost nineteen but still off-limits I'm afraid."

The shortest of them all goes next. He looks at her then frowns once more. Realizes that her eyes are as green as her hair. That he missed the similarity the first time. Downward sloping as well. Like her. Like the friend that she invited for their first threesome as well. The big-mouthed cunt-munching bitch. The one who...

He realizes that she is lifting her blouse. That she is baring a pair of breasts that are not only larger than any of her peers', but also topped with large, dark-pink aureole whose stubby tips glisten with drops of white. "I can do the lesbian stuff as well, but if you want to see this sort a thing, I'm ya girl." she squeezes her tanned mounds as she speaks, moving her hands towards the teats, and then the girls giggle once more as needles of milk arc out from each teat.

Fuckin' hell!

He gives a start of surprise. Shakes his head then grins. Looks down at the breasts about which his hands are cupped. Wishes that he hadn't remembered her. That he could concentrate on the filthy spectacle before him instead.

"Cow!"

"Ew, don't you get that stuff on me!"

The only one who hasn't introduced herself. Her hair is pink, her lipstick the color of black-cherries, and though she's taller than all of the women bar Cristal, she is also the most slender of them all.

"Why not ya squirt, saves ya suckin' on it, don't it?!"

"And who says I don't want to suck it instead?"

She closes in on McKenna before Kolby can gasp at the sight of the older girl's milk splashing across her small breasts; and then without a hint of hesitation she pushes McKenna against the wall. She pins her green-haired assailant easily, using her fore-arms to push the other's gently hanging breasts together; then bows her head to close her mouth over not just one but both of the dark-pink and still-squirting teats.

Holy shit!

His eyes widening in shock, Kolby stares as the apparently sweet and gentle fifth girl suckles not just thirstily but noisily as well.

"Stupid fuckin' slut! Get off me ya bitch!" McKenna. For all her apparent venom, the giggles and the gasp of pleasure with which she accompanies her words leave Kolby in no doubt as to her true feelings. "Don' bite! Oh fuck, no tongue!"

"Do her Sabrina-darling! Fuck her!"

A cry from Cristal; her hips bucking of their own accord so that Kolby gasps and stiffens behind her; hastily grabbing her buttocks before closing his eyes and concentrating hurriedly on anything bar the scene before him.

Holy shit! They're all fuckin' muff-divers! No fuckin' way they're not at it every night!

"Get her tits out, McKenna!"

"Frig her, 'Kenna!"

And then Alia and Kaya together, giggling and staring in delight, their hands reaching towards each other as if of their own volition. Their teats swell beneath their blouses, thrusting the thin material forward; and though Kaya is even more tanned than Cristal, the blush that touches her cheeks is as unmistakable as that upon Alia's.

"Oh!..."

"Fuck you, ya slut!... Oh! Oh God!"

The sounds of young women giggling. Of McKenna and the one that Cristal had called Sabrina engaged in a fight to grasp and stroke and maul each other's bodies. Of cloth tearing and fingers thrusting into sodden cunts. Of Sabrina gasping about McKenna's abused teats as the elder girl gasps and whimpers in pleasure. Of Alia and Kaya urging their friends onwards as their fingers lock together, stroking each other ever-so-gently.

Holy fuck! They going to do it now!

"Oh Kolby! Oh fuck! You're too big!"

His first orgy. Two beautiful women. Two undeniably hot girls. Just one he could do without. Maybe two. He opens his eyes despite himself; so awed by the thought that he barely notices the warning swelling of his cock within Cristal's arse. Stares in breathless wonder at the scene before him. At McKenna and Sabrina; the former all but naked, her breasts bared beneath the blouse that has been pushed up to her neck; the latter clad only in her blouse. Each grasping the other's breasts. Sabrina's tanned hand resting upon McKenna's chestnut bush; McKenna's upon Sabrina's all-but-hairless flesh. Each thrusting her fingers into the other's depths. Grinding her palm against the other's hidden but undoubtedly erect clitoris.

And then Alia and the short-sighted bitch as well. Still clothed but as wonderful and erotic as the other two. Eyes intent and cheeks flushed. Lips glistening and teats swollen, thrusting forward. Bodies tense with desire. Fingers playing not against each other but beneath each other's skirts and upon each other's buttocks. Moving slowly closer to the line between each cheek. Downward to where they are no doubt as wet as the two who frig before them.

And then Kaya glances towards him. She catches his gaze with a smile; bites her bright pink lip as she glances down at his length thrusting into her elder; and he feels his heart catch in his chest. Knows that she won't be able to resist him. That she will give in to her desire and attempt to use his cock regardless of the rules under which she worked. That her friends and peers will join her in ravaging him.

No!

A moment of panic. Of fear that they will laugh at him. That they will fail to understand how much better he is than them.

They're out of control! I need to... I gotta get 'em to take the drug!

"St-stop!"

His voice sounds louder than he had intended. Weaker as well. The beautiful redhead before him freezes before glancing behind herself uncertainly, whilst the four glance at him with expressions of obedience and frustration; and he pulls out before they can see his cock start to wilt.

"I... I'm sorr-..."

He stops. Feels a moment of indignant anger. Why should he always have to apologise? Why should he feel bad for the behaviour of two muff-divers and three sluts? How was it his fault if they didn't know their place?