The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“Stranded”

Chapter II: “Jenny”

Freyka awoke slowly. She wanted to stay with her Master, to please him, but Master had decreed that he was to awaken on his own, with no help from her, unless the house was on fire. Besides, her need to urinate was becoming very strong. She crawled delicately out of bed, careful not to wake Master.

She snuck into the bathroom, and closed the door quietly before turning on the light. She lowered the toilet seat slowly, so it wouldn’t bang, and sat down on it. The urine came instantly, and Freyka sighed with relief. Six weeks had passed, and Alan had changed Freyka so much that only her body and powers were the same. She still had her name, but now she was completely in her Master’s power, 24-7. He had added new trigger phrases and strengthened some old ones, and had basically molded her into what he thought a woman should be. She had smiled and blushed when Master had told her that he had made her his perfect woman. She sat naked on the pot because Master didn’t want her to have to go through the daily toil and trouble of putting on clothes. He was so good to her. She cleaned herself up with a little toilet paper, then went to the shower and cleaned herself all over, washing her hair, and all over her body, even going so far as to stick soap in her cunt and clean that out until she had her orgasm, then she rinsed it out. Soon she was all clean for Master.

She dried herself off and turned out the light before opening the door. She snuck downstairs to the kitchen and began fixing Master his breakfast. The paper was stuffed through the mail slot, and Freyka playfully crawled over to it on her hands and knees, panting like a dog, picked it up in her mouth, and put it on the tray with the scrambled eggs, cinnamon toast, bacon, biscuits, orange juice squeezed and de-pulped with Freyka’s telekinesis, and chocolate milk that was Master’s favorite meal, and therefore what he had her serve him on Saturdays, when he was off. Because Master never liked to eat alone, she fixed a breakfast of Cocoa Krispies and orange juice with the milk poured on the cereal for herself. With programmed ease, Freyka carried the two trays upstairs to Master and opened the door. The delicious smells had awakened him, and he sat up in bed, licking his lips in anticipation. She reverantly set Master’s tray on the bed, and she set hers on the floor, where she would sit as she ate so she could look reverently up at Master. She levitated the ketchup from the kitchen when the thought was only half-formed in his mind. He smiled when he saw it hovering there, waiting for his touch.

“You read my mind.” he said, grasping it from the air.

“So I can serve you better, Master.” Freyka replied humbly. Master took a bite of his eggs, now doused liberally in ketchup, and smiled.

“When was the last time I told you you’re a wonderful cook, Freyka?” Master asked.

“You tell me that all the time, Master.” Freyka replied, blushing. He ran his fingers through her hair, which even now still wasn’t dry.

“And I mean it every time.” he told her softly. “Finish your breakfast, honey.” Freyka was ecstatic. She loved it when he called her “honey.” When she was finished, he told her to join him on the bed. Once she was there, he had her open her mouth and close her eyes. He broke off a piece of bacon and put it in her waiting mouth. She chewed it and swallowed. When the two of them had finished eating, Freyka took the dishes back to the kitchen and washed them telekinetically, because Master didn’t like when she had wrinkled fingers. Afterward, as she was going back upstairs to rejoin her Master, she felt a tingling of her senses. Someone was coming! She quickly ran upstairs to alert Master.

“Master! Someone’s coming!”

“Who?” he asked, looking slightly worried. Freyka probed deeper into the person’s mind.

“A cop.” Freyka replied. “Liutennant Charles Zealot. He’s coming to investigate complaints about someone running around the house naked.”

“That’s you. Someone’s complained about you.”

“Why?” Freyka asked. “What is wrong with obeying my nature and my Master?”

“There are a great many stupid people in the world who would rather obey written law than their own heart or the hearts of others.” Master replied. “Stay here.” He kissed her passionately on the lips, and she replied in kind, pressing her hard nipples into his chest. He hid Freyka in the closet.

Freyka did not hear much of what was going on, but she did hear booted feet clomping up the steps, although Master had gone down barefoot. The bedroom door opened, and the owner of the boots tromped around for a few minutes, and Freyka heard something break. From the back of the policeman’s mind, she heard “I don’t have to pay for that.” She did a quick check of his memory to see what it had been. His tromping had knocked down the clay handprint Freyka had done for Master. This hurt her so much that she began to cry. The cop heard this and threw open the door. Once he saw her sitting in there, naked and crying, he had, to his mind, all the justification he needed to pull out the handcuffs. Terror flooded through Freyka, chilling her to the bone. He was going to separate her from Master!

Her terror grew and galvanized her into action. She jammed a suggestion into his mind that he could not move, and he froze in place. She threw herself into her Master’s arms, then broke the embrace and walked to the place where the clay handprint had hung. Five pieces of it lay on the floor, and four more were on the nightstand where it had crashed. She remembered when she had made the print, giving it to Master as she had given him her heart. She cried there on the floor, sobbing in despair that this stranger could be so heartless and cruel as to remorselessly destroy something so personal and precious.

“Don’t cry, honey, you can fix it.” Master said, hugging her, warming her with his love.

“He didn’t know that.” she muttered through her tears. “And he broke it, not knowing that his damage was not permanent. He was thinking ‘I don’t have to pay for that.’”

“We’ll have to prove him wrong then.” Master said. He gave Freyka a kiss. “Fix the handprint, honey.” Freyka obeyed, and after two and a half seconds of using her telekinesis, the handprint was as good as new.

“Please, Master, can I choose his punishment?” Freyka asked.

“That sounds alright.” Freyka hugged her Master gratefully, then moved to stand before her victim. She reached a mental hand into his mind and flipped a switch so he could hear her and respond yes or no.

“From this day forward you will eat nothing that does not give you either gas or diarrhea.” she began. “Secondly, whenever inspection time comes around, you will no longer be Charles Zealot, you will be Bubba Billy Beau-Bob the Fucking Redneck. You will stagger and sway drunkenly, you will belch whenever a superior walks in the room, you will fart at every opportunity, and you will asshole fuck any woman not related to you who wears a police uniform. Do you understand so far?” The cop nodded slightly. Freyka glanced at her Master from the corner of her eye, then smiled. “Do you have a daughter, officer?” The cop nodded. Master didn’t know where she was going with this. “Is she sexy?” Freyka asked. The cop nodded.

“Oh, shit!” she heard in her Master’s mind. “She’s not going to make him asshole fuck HER is she?”

“Is she very sexy?” Freyka asked. The cop nodded. “You will bring her here at the next opportunity. You will leave her on the back door of this house, bound, gagged, and naked except for Christmas wrapping paper, and she must be drunk when you leave her. You will ring the doorbell twice, then tap out ‘Shave and a Haircut’ then ring twice again to signal that she is here. Then you will back away all the way to the fence and not move until we collect her, then you will get in the car, drive down the highway as fast as your car will take you, then spray yourself with your own pepper spray. Do you understand?” The cop nodded. Freyka smiled and bade him apologize as soon as he was free to move, then she released him.

“Terribly sorry about the mistake, and I’m sorry for breaking that very very very very very very very very special handprint your loving servant so lovingly made for you.” he said. “And I really don’t think I’ll be pressing any charges. After all, she’s wearing as much as any woman ought to be wearing. G’day, folks.” He let himself out.

“You...” Master began, “...have a NASTY imagination! I love you!” He hugged her tightly, then kissed her neck. “My perfect woman.” he crooned, running his fingers through her hair. He backed off a little and looked at her proudly. “I didn’t know you could do that.” he said.

“You never asked, Master.” Freyka replied. “I have many powers, Master. If you want, I can be the weapon with which you can conquer the world.”

“No, my perfect slave.” he replied. “Conquerors never get to live in peace. If I ruled the world, it would drastically cut into my private time. Now, speaking of private time, I’ve got some vacation time coming, and I think I’ll take it. Eight days of free time for us.”

* * *

The cop’s “I’m sorry gift” came out of her drunken stupor just in time to hear that her father had died in a disasterous car crash after squirting himself with his own pepper spray while driving his police cruiser at top speed.

“Dad...” the young lady muttered. Tears welled up in her eyes. Alan comforted her as best he could in her bound state. He had turned off the air conditioner so as not to make her too cold. Freyka stayed out of sight, as the young lady might not be able to handle seeing an extraterrestrial standing naked and performing whatever menial tasks Master assigned her to. He had, however, told her to fix the young lady’s hangover, and Freyka obeyed. After some questioning, they found out that the young lady’s name was Jenny, she was 27 and had just joined the department, 3rd precinct. She was engaged to marry a detective from her precinct in two years, by which time she hoped to have advanced enough to be a plainclothes cop. With Freyka pushing her, she admitted she was a virgin, and had planned to remain so until she was married, at her family’s insistence.

Master left her sitting on the easy chair so she could cry, but had not untied her. He touched Freyka on the forehead, then between her breasts. Her chin touched her shoulders, her arms went limp and her breathing slowed.

“Freyka, whenever I say ‘Bind her,’ you will use your powers on the girl I indicate to you, and you will bind her to me the way you are bound to me. She will be subject to the same triggers and commands, but she will obey me AND you, whereas you obey only me, my perfect slave. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master.” Freyka replied.

“Good.” Master said, and snapped his fingers. Freyka came back to herself, and Master took her into the bathroom, put her in the shower, undressed himself and got in with her. He closed the curtain. Freyka was already getting the water ready. When it was to her Master’s liking, she switched the water from the faucet to the shower head. Freyka cleaned her Master good, then he cleaned her, and then he pulled her to him and pressed his rapidly-swelling penis inside her. After pumping a huge load of sperm inside her, he turned off the water and they got out together. Freyka was wrapped up in a wide towel that covered her cunt and her breasts, and her long, luxurious hair was wrapped in a second towel.

She was sent in this way to speak with Jenny, but instructed to keep a mental ear open and obey his thoughts. Halfway through the conversation, Freyka heard her Master’s first command:

(Untie her)

She did as she was instructed. Jenny expressed her heartfelt thanks, but Freyka insisted that Jenny shouldn’t thank her, but someone else.

(Refer to me as Alan when speaking aloud until this business is finished.) Alan instructed.

“You really should be thanking Alan.” Freyka said. “I think he’ll be coming in any time now.” That was his cue. He came in again, dressed in sweatpants and a T-shirt. Jenny repeated her thanks, and wondered aloud what could have posessed her father to tie her up and cut off her clothes like that.

(Remove the towel from your hair) Allan instructed. Freyka obeyed, and Jenny gasped at her long, luxurious hair. And so that was where the conversation turned, and Freyka followed her Master’s silent instructions. Suddenly it came time to end the charade of mere friendliness.

(Bind her) Master instructed, and Freyka obeyed. Jenny’s face went blank, and her posture changed from normal to rigid millitary attention. Freyka and Jenny stared into each other’s eyes for a while, then Jenny blinked her eyes and looked back and forth between the two other people in the room.

“Master, Mistress, I am ready to obey.” Jenny said. “Instruct me, and I shall not hesitate to obey. I am your slave, my Master and Mistress.”

“Very good, Jenny.” Master said. He put his finger on Freyka’s forehead, fingernail up, then turned it once to the right and once to the left. Freyka sat in a corner, closed her eyes, and went limp. “She’s ‘turned off’ now. She’ll stay like that until I ‘turn her on’ again.”

“I know, Master, and I know you can do the same to me.” Jenny said.

“Very good, Jenny.” He stripped off his clothes. “Now I want you to suck my dick.”

“Yes, Master.” Jenny knelt before her Master and took as much of his cock as she could into her mouth. Freyka had supressed Jenny’s gag reflex, just as her own was supressed, so she could take much more into her mouth than she normally could. After he shot his load into her mouth, she had to pull off to swallow it, but then she licked his cock clean like a good slave, even though her mouth was much smaller than Freyka’s. She looked expectantly up to her Master for his next command. He had her get down on her hands and knees and spread her legs as far as they would go. When that proved to be rather far indeed, much to the delight of her Master, she was commanded to lay her chest down on the floor. She obeyed, with the typical “Yes, Master” as her verbal response, and her Master inserted his cock from behind, breaking her cherry and getting a surprised gasp from his new slave.

He fucked her this way until he was afraid he might rupture something, and then he stopped. He got up and walked over to where Freyka was, then “turned her on” and told her to break in the new slave and by all means, enjoy it. Freyka was happy to oblige her Master, just as Jenny was eager to please her Mistress.

“Jenny, go to the kitchen and bring back a bunch of grapes and a box of donuts.” Freyka commanded.

“Yes, Mistress.” Jenny replied, dashing off to the kitchen. She returned with the items her Mistress had commanded her to bring.

“Good, now break the grapes off and put them in my vagina.”

“Yes, Mistress.” Jenny replied. When she had put as many as she could in there, Freyka commanded her to eat them out. As Jenny obeyed, Alan watched the look on Freyka’s face. By the time she was halfway through, Freyka was thoroughly enjoying Jenny’s meal. When she came, Jenny got Freyka’s pussy-juices in her mouth with the last of the grapes. She licked her face clean, much to Alan’s amusement.

“Now, Jenny...” Freyka said, once she had calmed down. “Ask our master politely if he would lie down.”

“Yes, Mistress.” Jenny said, then asked her Master the question that she had been instructed to. Alan decided “What the heck” and went along with Freyka’s fun.

“Now, Jenny, put your mouth on Master’s cock and suck until he is hard.”

“Yes, Mistress.” Jenny said, and she obeyed. Alan quickly felt himself getting hard. When his dick was fully elongated, Jenny stopped.

“Now, put the donuts on his dick.” Jenny obeyed, saying her line robotically. When she had slid enough donuts on his dick to cover the head, Freyka stopped her. “Now eat them off.” Jenny obeyed. When the last donut was gone, Alan wasn’t quite to orgasm, so Freyka commanded Jenny to lick off the glaze. While Jenny was licking the glaze off Alan’s dick, Freyka straddled his face, and he began licking her cunt in ernest. As he shot his load onto Jenny’s face, he also thought (Come now) towards Freyka, and she had an orgasm all over him. He told Freyka to lick him clean, and she obeyed. Then he told her to lick Jenny clean, and she obeyed.

“Now, Jenny, while Freyka’s licking you clean, I want you to take her clit between your fingers and roll it.” Jenny complied with her Master’s command. Freyka responded to the feelings almost immediately. She began licking Jenny all over, sucking and biting her nipples, and then she reached down and started in on Jenny’s G-spot. “Both of you, come now.” Alan commanded. They orgasmed simultaneously, and Alan let them go for almost a minute before he bade them stop. Jenny passed out on the floor.

“Should I wake her?” Freyka asked.

“No, Freyka.” Alan replied, kissing her passionately on the lips. “She’s had a tiring first day. Just levitate her, but don’t let her wake up. She can sleep on the bed with us. Tomorrow’s going to be a long day.”

“What’s going to happen tomorrow, Master?” Freyka asked.

“We’re going hunting.”

To be continued.