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This story contains rude, kinky and deviant sex. It’s not politically, socially or legally correct. It may give you bad ideas, but since it’s fiction you should try them at home so you don’t end up in jail when it doesn’t work like in the story. And, if you’re under 18, you should be filling your mind with all that stuff you don’t know yet (like why old men hang out in bathrooms) and not setting out on the teen-age parent route. But, hey, if you WANT to work for $2.50 plus tips and ride a bicycle the rest of your life, what the hell.

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Mind Control Bimbo Slut

by WRJenkins

The master had spoken. It had been a long time since Berta needed any more urging than that. It had also been a long time since she and Greg had needed to use conventional communication to send and receive their thoughts between them.

She knew where he was. The thought that sent the instruction had opened her mind to the room Greg was in. It was the familiar surroundings of his office. Without really thinking, Berta did what she was told. Off came her clothes. On went the slave collar and the cuffs, which she clicked together behind her back. A little unsteady with her hands fixed behind her, Berta stepped into the red 6″ spike heels. She was ready . Already an impressive 5′ 9″ in her bare feet, Berta towered on the heels. With them on she was an inch taller than Greg’s 6′ 2″. But it wasn’t Greg who would be reacting to her as she obediently stepped out of the house to walk the six blocks to his office..

She had made it more than halfway to the Crenshaw building when the police cruiser pulled to the curb beside her and a young officer stepped out. He was getting a good look as he strolled over, but Berta could tell he wasn’t amused.

“Okay, what’s going on here?” the officer asked, putting on the pretense of a gruff, no nonsense cop, “Where you goin’ undressed like that?”

Berta smiled. Greg hadn’t said she shouldn’t bring an escort. She fixed the officer with her gaze and felt the soft tissues of his brain part as her mental probe delved down into his motor controls. The cop froze with a quizzical look on his face. Good, Berta thought. With him immobilized, she probed for his will. She found it and let the cop in on her little secret.

“Okay lady,” the cop said loudly so the gathering crowd could hear, “You’re going to have to come with me.”

With that the officer took her elbow and began to walk her toward the Crenshaw building, leaving his cruiser parked at an angle to the curb with its lights still flashing and its motor running. There was no outward sign he wasn’t hustling her off on his own accord, but the crowd couldn’t feel his mind struggle against the control, wildly wondering what was happening to him and trying to stop the messages in his mind.

They made quite the picture hurrying down the street. She was half a head taller than the cop and sending subtle signals that she was in control. At first glance it seemed the cop was taking this naked Amazon—somewhere. But on closer examination the fact the cop was walking away from his cruiser wasn’t the only telling fact. There was the vacant half-smile on the cop’s face and the fact this huge beauty was leading him by half a step, striding firmly with her cuffed hands pulling her large breasts up in front of her to announce her coming like the icebreakers on an Arctic ship.

But what were they going to say? There was already a cop on the scene. What else could anyone do but stare at the beautiful naked woman and thank their luck that they had been a witness? Berta appreciated the stares, but was too busy keeping her policeman bent to her will to hear the thoughts behind those eyes. They entered the Crenshaw building and the looks ceased, but Berta didn’t miss them. She was about to meet her Master. No admiring looks of strangers could match the thrills he would give her.

“Here to see Dr. Dawson?” Judy, the receptionist, asked totally unsurprised by the sight of the pair.

“Yes, Judy, he’s expecting me,” Berta said.

Judy never saw anything out of the ordinary. She was allowed to fill in whatever she thought was appropriate, but never saw anything that wasn’t normal. That wasn’t her only directive, but it was the most active. She buzzed the Master.

“I see you’ve brought a friend,” Greg said as he emerged from his office, “But I imagine he has to get back to work. Give him to me.”

Berta felt his mind slipping in as she pulled hers away and a sexual tingle shivered through her body as they touched. Greg was such a powerful, dangerous beast. He was so lordly, so Masterful. She tingled from the inside out at her thoughts of serving such a master. Her nipples were painfully erect and her vulva was hot and parted in anticipation of his taking control of her and using her as he would.

Greg let the officer escape the control of his thoughts, but held him in place. Confusion filled the cop’s face.

“Thank you for escorting my wife, officer,” Gred said smoothly, “Would you like a blow-job before you go?”

Judy was on her knees in front of the policeman even as Greg finished speaking and was pulling down his zipper as the young cop struggled to answer. A full range of emotions played across his face as he traded off trying to understand what had happened to him with trying to reconcile his desire to have his cock sucked with his knowing he shouldn’t be standing in the lobby with his dick down some woman’s throat on duty.

Finally, his hesitation made his mind up for him and as Judy sucked his cock into her mouth, he croaked, “Yes, thank you very much.”

Greg smiled as he watched the pretty blonde receptionist take all of the patrolman’s growing dick with each bob of her head. She would deep-throat him until he came and then suck him dry. He would let her put his cock back in his pants and then walk out of the building. Outside, he would wonder what he was doing there and not remember why he had pulled his car to the curb or anything after. Becka was to go in his office and lie over the desk.

It wasn’t a series of commands. It was like an instantaneous revelation. It took longer to unpack all the information received in the instant than to understand it. That was Greg’s gift. There seemed to be no limit to the number of minds he could control or the number of things he could be doing as he controlled them. She couldn’t even see what passers-by were thinking as she controlled the cop.

But that was all right. She sometimes wondered if she felt that way because Greg had told her to, but thought that the fact she could question it at all proved she really did. Not that she wasn’t happy. However her feeling of well-being was achieved, if made her feel good- no, better than good. It made her feel alive- sparking at every pore. She could feel the tingle all over her body as she splayed herself over his desk and awaited his pleasure.

Then she could see herself. Greg was letting her watch from his perspective. Her cunt was a gaping, angry red mouth dominating the scene from under the firm full moons of her ass. It cried out to be filled. She jerked abruptly as his vision of the back of her head collided with her own feelings as his cock drove into the gaping maw.

She was wet, but she wasn’t ready for his size. He split her uncomfortably, but the pain only heightened her excitement. He hit the hardness of her cervix and she groaned a gutteral sexual growl. Some days he would catch her before her vagina could stretch to accept his length and push into the tight held mouth. Then there was an explosion like no other when the white sear of pain announced he had driven his cock all the way into her womb.

This wasn’t one of the days, but she screamed with anticipation and he drove into her cervix again. He made her cry out another few times and then the fullness was gone. So was the view from his eyes. She was going to have to find out his plans the hard way.

She was sitting on the horse with her hands fixed above her head when she had her next thought. He must have blanked her when he moved her. The horse was a simple sawhorse and the 2x4 cut into the crack between her generous ass. Her feet were fixed to the legs, pulling her into a slight reclining position with her spread cunt presented like a target. Greg approached with the nipple clamps.

“Mr. Veroski is a bondage fan,” he explained- speaking this time, “And I’m going to let him play with you. Really let him play. You’re free to be as miserable as he can make you and to struggle as much as you want.”

She shuddered. She was far beyond caring that a stranger was going to use her body. Greg had cured her of that quickly when they met. But Greg had said he was going to let him play. That meant Mr. Veroski would not be controlled. He would not be acting out Greg’s fantasy but his own. And that could be dangerous.

She watched helpless as Greg showed Veroski in and made small talk. The conversation quickly turned to the naked Amazon and Veroski’s glee at being given free rein with the bound woman. “Well, first off, I don’t think she really knows these are there,” Veroski said, lifting the chain connecting the nipple clamps.

He tied a thong to the chain and tied the other end over her head. She grunted as he pulled the thong tight and the heavy weight of her breasts were suspended from her nipples. She knew they were there now. The throb only served to heighten her apprehension of this man as he turned away to prepare for her.

She shivered with fear as he returned clad in a leather harness and a tight-fitting leather hood. He was sporting an erection with an angry looking red tip, but she knew he wasn’t going to simply plunge it into her and fuck her. That would be too easy. He looked like he knew many, many tricks to delay that brief treat into hours- painful hours for her- of delayed ecstasy.

He surprised her by pushing his cock inside her. He was as thick a Greg, but not as long. He only just filled her cunt. He hadn’t even been vicious in entering her- steady and inevitable rather than rough. That confused her until she felt the bright pain of the lash. She couldn’t see what he was doing past her suspended tits until he raised his hand again. Then she saw the switch an instant before he brought another peal of pain across the underside of her breasts. She cried out and she felt his cock twitch inside her. He whipped her a full dozen before he dropped his arm and stepped away from the sobbing woman.

Even in her pain, she searched for Greg’s mind to see what this man had done to her poor tits, but he wasn’t letting her in. She was going to suffer Veroski’s treatment alone- like any of the other sheep on the street. The loss of the comfortable feeling of his protection raised her fear another level. And then Veroski started messing with her leg bonds.

He freed her feet and made her slide into a more erect posture. It relieved the pressure on her tits for the moment, but then Veroski made her reverse her position on the horse. Now the thong twanged by her ear as her tits were pulled out instead of up in her new position. Blows now would threaten to pull her nipples off, she noted in terror. But Veroski had done his part to her tits. He tied her down again and then stepped in front of her.

“You have a very pretty mouth,” Veroski told her, pressing his cock to her face, “Put this in it.”

Even the tameness of a blowjob was spiced by her bondage. Each time he pushed his length into her mouth and down her throat, he tightened the thong and sent jolts of pain through her abused tits. She was double-gagged by the pain and his cock pushing into her throat at every thrust. She struggled, but that only enouraged him to thrust harder- deeper until she was reduced to a mindless toy by the overstimulation.

Then a broad band of pain on her ass filled her mind with a red confusion. Her ‘thingness’ filled her mind. She was nothing but a willess lump of flesh. Her concentration on her inert condition made the bumping of Veroski’s cock against her tonsils only a footnote. Likewise the fire in her ass as the paddle descended again and the raw rub of her clit against the hard wood as she jerked with the impact.

Truely reduced to helpless orifices, Berta no longer amused Veroski. He was turned on by her pain as evidenced by her struggles. He pulled his cock out of the mindless automaton. Gradually Berta became aware of he surroundings again. There was no one in view and Greg still had his mind shut tight to her. She knew better than to enter Veroski. Greg would know and his vengance would be swift. Even years later she still remembered with dread the last time she disobeyed. He had thrust her mind into such a deep dark where fear had no bottom and she was falling, it was more excruciating than any physical pain.

She didn’t have long to wonder. She felt a cold presence at the mouth of her pussy and then was slowly filled with what she imagined was a dildo. She groaned as it entered, but it was a groan tinged with lust. It was larger in girth than either of them and must have been well over eight inches long. It was not unwieldy to her now opened cunt, but she was filled to the limit by the merciless length of plastic.

Then Veroski fucked her. The dildo was just preparation—filler you might call it, so she would have no place to put the cock Veroski was shoving up her ass. She stretched. She split. She screamed. Veroski paused about halfway in and then pulled out.

“Goodness me, how unchivalrous,” Veroski chuckled, “I should have prepared the way, shouldn’t I?”

She felt a bath of warm water being applied to anus. It was soothing for an instant and then she noticed something wrong. It prickled- it felt funny and she had a metallic taste in her mouth. Her ass felt strange.

Veroski’s next attempt to enter her rectum brought a scream. She couldn’t adjust. She couldn’t open for him. Her anus was clenched and he forced it to open and accept his hugeness.

“Alum is a wonderful thing, don’t you think?” Veroski asked merrily as she whined and moaned with the intrusion into her chemically puckered asshole.

She gave him the ride he wanted when he finally forced his cock to the hairs into her ass. She couldn’t help but squirm and beg as he filled her too full and then gave her too brief a relief as he yanked his cock out to drive it back in again. There was pain everywhere- her tits blazing, her clit rubbing raw on the horse, her ass tearing as it was filled to overfull. She was alive with motion and sound, struggling helplessly against the restraints and crying out in despair. His cock swelled impossibly as she struggled and he fucked her with a force that would have done a steam engine credit.

She was nearly stimulated to lifelessness again when Greg shocked her awake by opening his mind. She saw her own lucious, helpless form trembling on the horse as Veroski pounded on her ass. And then she saw and felt Veroski jerk as he tried to drive even deeper into her bowels and felt the unsettling liquid warmth of his semen pump into her colon.

She shuddered as he withdrew, drawing a sigh from Veroski. But it wasn’t him that brought the shudder. She was shaking with her own thoughts of what might come next.

She had to wait some time. When Veroski pulled out, they left her. The ache in her arms began to break through her other pain as they left her hanging, dildo still in place. The sweat gathered on her brow as she let her fear run wild in her imagination. After an interminable time, Greg returned alone. She was done for now. He let her down.

“Those welts look really painful,” Greg said, looking at her chest, “I bet they hurt a lot.”

There was glee in his voice. She had pleased him with her abuse. She had been good. “You look pooped,” Greg said with a giggle, “Sit on the couch for a while.”

As she obeyed, Greg went to the intercom and pushed a button, “Judy, come in here, I need a nkaed blw job.”

There was a brief answer and Greg walked over in front of her and dropped his pants. His cock was swollen, but not erect and she looked up at him for instruction.

“Easy girl, it’s not for you. You’ve got Veroski stink all over you,” Greg said, his cheery tone only sharpening the rejection, “Judy will take care of it. She’s a better cocksucker anyway.”

She wasn’t supposed to have any feelings about her Master satisfying himself with other women, but she was humiliated to have her shortcoming rubbed in her face. It was a reflex action. Her throat spasmed when a cock slid down it. She couldn’t help it. It was only a momentary pause, but it interrupted the smooth flow of her cocksucking.

Judy strode in mother naked wearing only her red-rimmed glasses. Her small tits bounced rather than swung as she walked and Berta noticed that her pussy was clean-shaven. She knew Greg was responsible for her shaving and wondered why he had wanted that. Judy knelt and Berta watched her suck her husband’s cock into her mouth.

It didn’t seem like so much to her, Berta though as she watched, jealousy making her ears burn. She was methodical, mechanical, even boring as she settled into an up and down rhythm. But she was smooth. Even as Greg’s cock hardened into the 8+-inch rod that had probed her so many hundred times, Judy kept taking it all without any fuss.

As boring as it seemed to her, Greg was reacting quickly to having his cock thrust fully into his secretary’s throat. Even his thrusting into her mouth couldn’t speed her sucking. No matter how he pushed, she returned to the same bottom of the stroke, flattening her nose into his belly to reach that point. But that was enough for Greg. Soon- too soon for a good blowjob Berta thought huffily- he spasmed and filled her mouth with his seed. But even that didn’t make Judy pause in her methodical bobbing on his dick.

Greg was flaccid when she stood up, wiped her lips and asked, “Anything else, boss?”

“That was excellent,” Greg told her when Judy had left the room, “I think it’s been a great day.”

She left feeling dirty. She hadn’t been the one to please her master. Wrapped in the blanket Greg gave her, she made her way home. The only bright thought was that she would try double hard to make her Master proud of the next task she was assigned.