Early Works - Mind Control Mode

"I want to play a game first..." it sounds stupid in his ears. Infantile. Weak. He narrows his eyes. Thinks that he will make them endure the humiliation that they have forced upon him before letting them fight for his favour.

"How about we get the party started, Cristal?"

"Of course, Kolby."

She smiles. Pads away. Grins as her peers giggle and grin in appreciation. He smiles as well. Concentrates on the appreciation with which they eye his manhood.

They love it. I better they've never seen one bigger. Shame it's so -

He pushes the thought away hurriedly. They love it. Women always have. He smiles to himself then turns casually so that his semi-erect cock juts freely for the benefit of his audience. Allows them see it in profile. They whistle in appreciation. Maybe he could let two of them win? He turns just in time to see his red-headed slut stand up from a bent-over and feet-widely-spread position that seems to display her wetly glistening sex and gently reddened anus more than necessary. Realizes too late that he didn't give his first slave any instructions on how to distribute the all-important powder.

"Come on you horny little sluts!" she beams. Holds up the bag with neither shame nor any attempt at guile. "Take this."

Part 04...

He feels his heart stop once more.

For fuck's sake you fucking bimbo idiot!

He blinks. Swallows. Stares at her in shock. What if they refuse?! What if they ask her what it does? Fuck, fuck, fuck fuck fuck! Two are under twenty. What if it's not legal for them? What if they can't cope with it? Can he blame Cristal? Pretend it was her idea? Say the whole thing was -

"Okay, Cristal!"

"Sure."

Alia and Kaya. He breathes deeply. Swallows once more then closes his eyes. Fucking sluts. 'course they don't care. He feels a hand brush across his cock as Alia steps past. Hears a whispered offer and a touch against his buttocks as Kaya walks behind him. Glances after her instinctively. Decides he doesn't like her confidence.

"How much we meant -"

McKenna.

"Just a fingertip's worth!" he answers before Cristal can display her lack of knowledge. Feels his heart pound as the two muff-gobblers step past hand-in-hand. Licks his lips as all four young women take turns to lick and then dip a finger into the bag.

And then feels anxiety clutch at his heart once more.

"Wait!" he interrupts them hurriedly. How does it work? Do they need to look at him? Could it be like that thing that baby chicks do? "Come here. Please." he pauses, feels that every word that he utters is an admission of guilt that they will pick up on, that every word that he keeps to himself will lead to his downfall. "I... You're all so beautiful." he looks down, tries to remember something charming. Wonders why his life has to be so difficult. Why whores and sluts can't just accept their proper role. Why they can't just be happy to offer their cunts and mouths and tits on demand. "I... I wanna see your cunts! I mean... I wanna see your cunts when you take it..."

Was that charming enough?

"Fine!"

"Sure, whatever ya want Kolby!"

"Then please just tell us where, Mister Kolby Sir."

"Uh... Uh..." he looks around, realizes that there are no seats, no beds. "Just here..."

He realizes it was a stupid place an instant later. What if they can't fit? What if one falls? Better that than she falls under the control of someone else. They giggle and laugh regardless of his fear. Jostle to fit on the cabinet together, the two taller girls taking the centre position whilst Alia and McKenna perch on the outside.

"Give us some room, will ya?!"

"It's your fuckin' melons!"

"Oh fuck that, Mrs big arse!"

"Please move over, Kaya! I'm right on the edge and it's touching my arsehole!"

"Oh! Fuckin' Christ, it's not so tight you have to put a finger in my arse, okay?!"

They taunt and tease each other as their bodies squash together, taking far more time and groping each other far more than he expected; but finally they manage it. They spread their legs; each girl forced to slide at least one leg under or over her neighbour's; and even though his heart races with the thought of the power that he will soon wield over them, he cannot help but stare at their not only obscenely displayed but sopping wet cunts.

"Ready, Kolby?"

"Is this wha' ya wanted?"

A giggle. McKenna. Her fingers reach into his line of view. Pull on either side of her crinkly, butterfly-like labia. A short but fat clitoris shining above a dribbling, coral pink orchid whose dark, almost minuscule core cries out for his cock to pierce it. Fuck. Why hers. He swallows. Shudders and tries desperately to fight the welling within his loins. Looks to the left as a flurry of activity is accompanied by a girlish cry.

"Please hurry Mister Kolby Turner Sir! I'm going to fall!"

Finally finally finally!

He smiles. Ignores her. Looks back over the displayed private parts. It doesn't matter if she falls. She's small. Not the smallest but still small enough that she won't stand a chance. She's weak. Probably won't fight well. Will lose quickly. Do more crying than anything else. He licks his lips. Gazes oblivious to the beautiful redhead who stands happily at his side; to the efforts that the four make to ensure that she too gets to witness every part of their most private places.

"Look at me. Please." he lifts his eyes. Pictures for a moment their eyes filled with tears, their hair ragged and their bodies scratched raw. Pictures them driven mad not just by lust for his cock but hate for each other. He closes his eyes until the moment of danger passes then wonders why it should have to stop with just them. "Take it."

They go rigid. Shudder and quiver as one. Relax slowly.

He looks upward. Sees six shining, attentive eyes and two squinting futilely. Three gentle smiles and something midway between a smile and a frown of concentration. Four more bodies with which he can play. The rush of power that he feels right then is so intense, so wonderful, so deserved; that he doesn't even notice when his cock stiffens and swells. It jerks as if an entity all to itself; shuddering again and again as it thrusts towards the four lovely young women; and each time it does so another blob of thick white spunk bubbles up out of it then rolls greasily down the underside of his shaft.

"Now you're mine." he grins. Entirely unaware that he has just ejaculated. Reaches upward and forward to brush his hands across the eight engorged and rigid teats that thrust towards him. "An' this is the best night of your lives, 'cause first I'm gonna use you the way sluts are meant to be used... And then we'll get to the main event... So thank me for it."

"Thank-you Mister Kolby Sir!"

"Oh God, thank you Kolby!"

They giggle and squeal in delight, thanking him as one, and in return he turns his mind to the difficult but important task of working out how best to make them learn their true position in life.

Part 05...

Get naked. Bend over. Spread your arse. Spread your flaps.

He feels like a king. Feels on top of the world.

They are his toys.

Beg me.

"Please do me Kolby!"

Cristal. Her arse is already familiar. He enters her roughly. Pounds his cock into her buttocks as hard as he can for just ten or twenty seconds. Makes her gasp and squeal then moves panting and grinning to where the squinty cunt kneels on all fours besides her; her firm, slim buttocks raised in the same way.

"Please Mister Kolby!"

And then her as well. He takes his time. Works his length into her. Grins as she gasps and pants about it even though he lets it stay motionless within her quivering body. It's probably longer than anything she's ever had in any hole. He digs his nails into her tanned hips and pounds her whilst she screams. Pleasure? It sounds like it, but he doesn't care if it's pain. Either would be encouragement.

McKenna? The lesbian. Dyke. Cunt-muncher. He pauses. Wants to remind her especially that women are inferior to him. He grabs her twin pony-tails. Works his way into her rear then tells her to do her job. Rests as she bounces her arse up and down upon his manhood. Harder! Faster! He counts down from ten over and over. Keeps her going until his balls tighten regardless then pulls out hurriedly. Grins as she thanks him, panting in exhaustion as she does so.

And then the next youngest, Sabrina. The muff-diver's bit of pussy. He rubs the tip of his penis against her small, pink anus. Thrusts himself into her so that she squeals then withdraws just as suddenly. She doesn't deserve his cock. Alia. The youngest. The least like her. Like them. The most polite. The most aware of her true position. He spreads her anus gently. Eases into it. Fucks her gently. Rides her whilst his orgasm slowly builds. She whimpers in pleasure. Gasps her thanks. Oh God, again. The fourth or fifth one so far? He pounds her into the soft floor. Makes her squeal. Reminds her that she is a slut. Cries out as he pumps his sperm deep into her bowels. Takes his time resting inside her whilst the other four thank him for bestowing his gift upon her.

He pulls out. Wants to watch them worship his cock but can't stand even the thought of them touching him. Orders the cunt-munchers to lick and lap his sperm out of her as she squats above them. They do so with relish. Worship her most private place. Urge her not to be embarrassed. Is their pleasure real? He finds the thought uncomfortable. Doesn't like the reminder that his cock is not the only thing that they desire.

"You hate doing that, but you do it anyway."

The words are effective. He laughs as they whimper and cry, but he sits surrounded by their gently smiling friends, and the surrealness of it all touches upon his anxiety. What if their complete misery is an illusion? Does their obscene conduct give them some tiny spark of pleasure somewhere deep within their souls? Some reason to think that they don't need a man to satisfy their lusts? That they are superior to him?

"Piss over them."

Cristal.

She drenches them. Sprays their faces and breasts. Grins as she does it. Finishes then returns hurriedly to empty one last stream across their wetly glistening heads.

"Don't smile! Stop giggling!"

He sits in silence. Wonders again why his life must be so difficult. Wonders sullenly whether another man might know how to humiliate them properly. Whether a woman might do better than he.

"Drink it."

Sabrina. Alia. Himself. Each other. He tells them to hate it. Tells them to remember that they're just worthless sluts. Can't help but see desire and excitement in the flicking of their tongues against their peer's gushing vulva.

"Shit... No." he stops. Doesn't want to even think about such a thing, let alone witness it. Feels dissatisfaction eat at the ecstasy and power that had filled his mind.

"Stand up, all of you. Now slap her. Call her a whore."

He is greeted by confused stares.

"God, you're all so fuckin' thick! Slap McKenna! All of you!"

They do so, but they do so gently. Their lips lie in flat lines, but their eyes shine. Sparkle with mischief. It's wrong. She squeals and gasps as he had anticipated, but she also giggles, and he realizes in shock that she enjoys it. That her eyes dart from one face to another. From one pair of swinging breasts to the next. That her seemingly ever-overflowing teats are as engorged as they were when she played with her young lover, whilst her hips have started to move rhythmically. Her pussy to overflow.

He wants to break her. Can't think past that.

"Harder!"

A sharp crack. A blotch of reddened flesh. A gasp of pain. She shivers. Shudders. Gasps again and again as their palms land upon her. Gasps of exertion and winces of pain from them. Gasps of pleasure from her. She's a lesbian and a masochist. She shudders where she stands, and as he watches, her sodden pussy dribbles its juices both down and between her lithesome thighs.

She is, he realizes, about to cum.

"Fucking hell! You're not just a cunt-muncher, you're a fucking freak as well!" he whispers the words. His eyes wide, his mouth lax. "Hit her."

For the first time he sees her peers hesitate to obey a clear and direct order. Sees consternation and a flicker of alarm in the eyes that gaze towards him.

"She's a freak just like she was! She's a fucking evil little pussy-fuckin' whore! Hit her! Hit her, hit her, hit her!" he screams the words. Pants and tries desperately to catch his breath then glowers at her lover. "Do it, Sabrina! Do it!"

The look upon his face is enough. She lifts a fist. Turns towards the older but shorter woman. Her chin quivers and her eyes are bright, overflowing with tears, but her actions restore his sense of power.

"Everyone stop. Sit down and shut up, Mister Turner."

It's a voice that is at once new yet somehow familiar. He sits down as if the rush of power that flees from his broken mind takes the strength of his body with it as well. Looks up at the five naked and beautiful young women in a daze whose apathy is broken only when he lays eyes upon the only one who moves. Kaya.

"This man is not our Master. He deserves neither your love nor your desire, and most definitely not your obedience." she pauses, turns from the four who gaze at her towards him then stops. Shakes her head and gives a small but definite snort of derision before turning her back on him once more.

I have seen that hair before...

"His hold on you is broken."

"Oh McKenna!"

"Sabrina!"

You should have been mine... You were mine...

"Oh God, I thought... I thought he might have -..."

"I'm not that weak! You big baby!"

They kiss and embrace each other. Apologise for what they have done under his influence. Giggle at what they will try again. Caress each other's naked bodies and lick at each other's tongues. He sits forgotten. Neglected. Unworthy of their revenge. Unworthy of their attention.

I've lost them... I wasn't worthy after-all...

He lowers his head dully. Feels it return of its volition to gaze once more at the hair that falls to lick at the top of Kaya's buttocks. Blinks and then blinks again. A flash of a memory. Hair that swept in an arc as a young woman left him to stand on his own. The bag of powder that she threw into the corner of the room before him.

"This is why we test everyone with Automa." she speaks again, but her words are directed to them and not to him. To the three students who stood behind her when she challenged him to fight his own desires. To the redhead who leant casually against the wall behind even them, who eyed him warily and her with love when he declared that there was no way that he could be unworthy.

"I have seen only one man conduct himself under its influence as we would hope he would in reality; but you, Mister Turner, are a failure as both a man and a human being. Had you sought to control yourself then for this night only we would have done anything for you. Had you been like him, then we would have served you as well as him for the rest of our lives. You are weak though, and you sought not to control your most base desires but to sate them; and since you have lost, we will gladly accept your fortune."

She stands before him again. She's so short and yet seemingly so tall above him. So innocent. Almost child-like without the glasses that she had worn when she had challenged him to drink. She kneels as if sensing his thoughts, and then she leans forward so that even when he tries to back away, her bright pink lips brush against his ear.

"It didn't have to be this way, Mister Turner." her voice is a whisper, but it blocks out all else, "But you boasted of your integrity and your virtue, and you increased the stakes, and I will have Mister Turner die to the world. You are Kolby now, and you will work to help others until the day that you really do die. Now go, and be grateful that I have no need of the life that you so stupidly and arrogantly offered."

"I am Kolby. I'll go." he nods his head. Stands up. Pads slowly past the women who watch him in silence. Turns around to bow his head. "Thank you, Mistress."

He turns away once more then; and with that the man who was once Mister Turner leaves the four women and their Mistress to explore the pleasures of each other's company.

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Thank you for reading this far! m(_ _)m

Though this is one of my earlier works, I hope that you found it at least interesting! :)

Ysoi