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From: dementia@cheshire.oxy.edu (Daniel Steven Reinker)
Date: 2 Apr 93 02:32:26 GMT

Story follows:
This is nonconsensual in nature, no violence. You may respond
according to your tastes.

NOTE: This story, Controlling Jennifer I, is (c) 1993 by Daniel Reinker,
and while I do not mind it being distributed, please make sure that
you include this header. (so they know who wrote it.)



                        Controlling Jennifer


     Jennifer was a frosh at Jefferson College, and so far she liked it a
lot. As she walked down toward the gym, she smiled to herself at the
California weather. It was nothing like the weather in Alaska. Here it
was, the middle of february, and she could walk around in shorts without
worrying about freezing to death. Others complained that it was cold and
told her she was a nut for wearing shorts. Obviously they didn't come
from Alaska like she did. To her, the crisp chill in the air was more
refreshing than it was chilling, and she knew that after running around
the track a few times, she would actually be hot.
     Jennifer liked to run; it was a good way to keep in shape, and it was
a good way to daydream while still being productive. She was a good
student and very responsible, and this was her way to escape the constant
academic pressures she put upon herself. She could jog around the track a
few times, letting her body do the work while her mind wandered onto
other things. Others wouldn't believe her, but running relaxed her. (Her
roommate thought she was crazy, but then again, Jenny's roommate was a
plump girl who looked like she had never exercised a day in her life.)
     Jenny was wearing a tank top and a loose fitting pair of shorts.
Underneath the shorts, she wore a pair of those tight-fitting bike pants,
made of the stretchy black material. This was mostly to keep her warm,
and to keep her decent. Plus, whenever she ran in panties, they got all
drenched in her sweat and basically became too disgusting to wear.
Similarly, under her tanktop, Jenny wore a tightfitting elastic top over
her breasts. The reason for this was that she hated the feeling of running
in the discomfort of a bra, and if she wore nothing, she bounced, and that
became painful after awhile.
     Jenny was happy with her body, unlike most women, and this
happiness gave her a very visible confidence. This confidence almost did
more to make her attractive than her actual physical appearance. Jenny
had dark hair and tan skin, and a nice smile. When she had first arrived on
campus, men had swarmed around her, mostly frat guys checking out the
new women, but Jenny had made it through without acquiring any
boyfriends. She was not one that had to have a boyfriend; on the whole,
she preferred not to, as they took up a lot of time and never seemed to be
much worth it. She didn't need the time-drain. Yes, Jenny would only
settle for a boyfriend that she actually loved, and the frat guys soon gave
up on her, disgusted, and moved to other prey.
     As Jenny bounded down the steps toward the gym, taking them two
at a time, she enjoyed the beauty of Jefferson College campus. It seemed
like a park more than a campus, and she walked under the trees towards
the gym. Squirrels chirped at her from their trees, and she let her eyes
wander to them, watching them hop from tree limb to tree limb.
     "Hi, Jenny." a voice said, startling her out of her reverie. She
looked to see a man standing beside her. He looked to be in his twenties,
possibly a senior, with short dark hair and dark eyes. Jenny thought he
looked italian. She couldn't remember his name offhand, and decided he was
probably some guy from a fraternity that she had met and forgotten. Still,
he was fairly attractive, so Jenny flashed her most charming smile. After
all, she might as well keep her options open.
     "Hi!" she said. "Have we met before? We must have, but I'm afraid I
don't remember...." She shrugged and grinned.
     "No, we haven't really been formally introduced. You can call me
Mark."
     "Hi, Mark. Nice to meet you."
     "Yes....yes. Nice to meet you, too, Jenny." Mark's eyes shifted, and
he smiled slowly. "I've been wanting to talk to you, Jenny...like I said, we
haven't been introduced, but I've seen you from afar, and well, let's say
I'd like to get to know you better."
     Jenny's eyebrow lifted. He was very forward, and she felt a faint
discomfort. She discarded this quickly, telling herself she was just being
paranoid. She had dealt with forward guys before; this one was no
different. "I was just on my way to the track to run a few laps...want to
walk with me? We can talk on the way."
     Mark's eyes shifted. "Actually, I was hoping we could sit down.
Please? It'll only take a second, and then you can be on your way. Huh?"
     Jenny squinted at him. "You sound like you have something very
specific to tell me." she accused.
     Mark grinned, and Jenny thought his grin was very cute...kind of a
Tom Cruise smirk. "Actually, I do." he admitted. "Wanna sit down?"
     "Okay." she said. "I suppose I can take a few minutes." Mark grinned
again, and walked over to a picnic table. He sat down, and she plopped
down opposite from him.
     "Ok." she said, propping herself on her elbows and looking him
straight in the eye. "What do you want to tell me?"
     Again the grin. It's almost like he's embarassed to say it, Jenny
thought. "I've been watching you, Jenny...from afar. I suppose you could say
I was admiring you. You're very pretty, Jenny." She smiled, but the
compliment disturbed her. She didn't particularly like being 'watched
from afar' by someone she didn't know, and she was wondering where all
this was leading. "I think you're just what I'm looking for."
     Jenny leaned back, her eyes narrowing. "You're very forward." she
remarked, somewhat coldly.
     "I can afford to be." Mark was not the least bit fazed by her
coldness.  "You see, Jenny...let me explain something to you. I'm new here
too, and I've been looking for a woman. Not a girlfriend; I don't care about
that just now. I've been looking for a woman who'll do whatever I say." He
grinned, and this time his grin seemed somewhat frightening...it was the
confidence behind it. "I suppose you could say I've been looking for a
slave."
     That was all Jenny needed to hear. "Fuck off." she intoned, and
started to get up.
     "Stop." said Mark. And suddenly, Jenny was frozen. She couldn't move.
"Sit back down." And Jenny did.
     Mark looked regretful. "I didn't want to have to do it this way." he
sighed. Jenny could only sit there, motionless. Her mind raced. Why can't I
move? What did he do? Her face would have shown her fear, but her face too
was frozen. "You see, Jenny...I have the power to control you, whether you
like it or not. I guess after years of wishing I had the power, I wished so
hard that I actually got it. But it's funner if I don't use it. It's
better."
     He folded his hands and looked like a lawyer making a contract.
"Here's the deal, Jenny. You do what I say, without me using my power, and
it will be easier for you. You refuse, and I'll be forced to use my power,
and it will be harder on you. I won't do anything all that bad, truly; I won't
hurt you or anything. I don't get off on that. I get off on the controlling.
But it will be better for us both if you do it without the power." He
watched her as she struggled against his control. "Tell you what. I'll let
you free from my control, and you tell me what you want to do. Okay?" He
concentrated. "You're free." he said.
     Jenny suddenly regained control of her muscles, and she bolted. She
was maybe ten feet away when he shouted "Stop!" And she froze. Unable to
stop her momentum, she tripped and laid frozen on the ground. As she laid
there, completely immobile, she heard his footsteps crunching the leaves,
walking towards her. "I can see how it's going to be today." she heard him
say sadly. "I hope you will learn in time. As for now, here is your
punishment. In twenty seconds, you will be able to move again. From that
time until you get back to your room, you will feel very sexually
attracted to every third guy you see. Once you have helped them reach
orgasm, you will once again regain complete control, and then you will
know what you have done." He paused. "I'm sorry it had to be this way,
Jenny." he said sadly, and then she heard him walk off.
     Jenny laid in the grass for that twenty seconds. All she could do was
breath and blink her eyes and wonder what the hell was happening to her.
After the twenty seconds was up, exactly as he had said, she regained
movement.
     "Oh, god." she said. "What in the world is happening? Is this really
happening to me?" Jenny tried to deny what she had just experienced, but
she could not. It was a cold, sterile memory; it was all real. She couldn't
afford to disregard the power he weilded over her. "I need to get
to my room." Jenny thought, and then she could think no more, for she
lifted her head. She saw a guy throwing a frisbee to his dog. She saw an
old man hobbling along the path. And then she saw a guy, sitting on a
bench under a tree, writing in a notebook. "Oh, god." she said.
     He was small, smaller than her. He had thick glasses, and his hair
was in a disarray that she found very erotic. "Oh, wow." she said, and she
felt the wetness spreading between her legs. He had something about him;
maybe it was his size, maybe the way he slowly scribbled in the notebook.
Maybe the way he lightly nibbled on his bottom lip. All Jenny knew was
that he was the most gorgeous thing she had ever laid eyes on. And she
had to have him. Her body felt empty; she had to have him inside her or
she wouldn't be able to survive. She was cold without him.
     It was a quick walk over to him, and the boy didn't notice her until
she stood right over him, blocking his light. He squinted up at her through
his glasses. "Yeah?" he asked.
     "Hi." she said, and she slid next to him, pushing her body
delightfully close to his side. With every touch of him, she felt a rush go
through her stomach and settle between her legs.
     "Can I help you?" he inquired. Jenny wanted to scream: fuck me! fuck
me! She fought for control over her desires. "What are you doing?" she
gasped.
     "Writing." he said. "Why?"
     "Oh, wow." she said, and all control left her. She thrust her body
into his side, running her tongue into his ear, running her hand onto the
growing lump at his crotch. She cursed herself for wearing the lycra top
under her blouse; she wanted to feel her breasts touching his shirt. With
one hand she peeled up her top, with the other she frantically tried to undo
his pants.
     She pressed her lips to the boys, and plunged her tongue into his hot
mouth. He resisted for a moment, but that quickly faded as her hand
slipped into his pants and touched his hard penis. She moved over, so that
she was sitting over his legs; her breasts were free, and she mashed them
against his body.
     And then she felt it. The boy moaned, tensed, and his penis started
pumping hot jism onto her hand. She froze. "Oh, god, what the hell am I
doing!" She pushed back, and fell backwards off the boys lap into the dirt.
Her eyes were wide with shock, and the boy stared at her with confusion
shrouded in ecstacy. Jenny quickly scrambled to her feet and sprinted
away as fast as she could go, her face hot and tears of shame dripping
from her eyes.
     She ran until she was out of the sight of the boy, and then she paused
to catch her breath. Tears ran down her face. How could I do that? she
thought to herself. What came over me? She felt dirty, disgusting. Slutty.
     When she looked up and around, she noticed the guy with the frisbee
had stopped tossing it to his dog and was staring at her. She wondered
why for a moment, and then remembered she hadn't pulled down her blouse
again, and her breasts were visible. She quickly pulled her blouse and the
lycra down (too quickly, as she pinched her nipple between the two
fabrics) and turned away from the frisbee guy, her cheeks burning again.
She started a purposeful walk.
     Then she froze. "Oh, geez...that's one male I just saw. He said it
would be the third. I gotta stop looking at people...I gotta get to my room."
She was hardly aware she was talking to herself, and she clapped her
hands over her eyes.
     "How can I get back if I can't see?" she thought. It would be nearly
impossible to get back blind, and even worse, it would be embarassing.
"Stare at the ground, Jenny. Look where you're stepping..that's all you can
do. Don't look up no matter what." 
     Jenny started to walk, staring down at the ground and striding ahead
purposefully. She focused completely on the ground, and wished that she
had remembered the curse Mark had laid upon her before she had looked at
the guy with the frisbee. She could make one mistake. It was the second
one that would start her off again. Jenny walked.
     She came to concrete, and carefully studied the cracks as she
walked. She fought down her natural desire to stare at everyone she
passed, studiously avoiding even looking at their feet. She concentrated
so hard that her head hurt.
     "Hi, Jenny!" said a male voice, and Jenny quickly stopped herself
before she looked up. Who was it? James? Rob? Whoever it was, she was
fairly sure she didn't want to sleep with him. "Hi." she mumbled, and
steadfastly marched past the owner of the voice. 
     "Thank god I'm getting near the dorm." Jenny muttered to herself
after awhile. It had seemed like it was taking forever, and Jenny had been
in constant fear that she would forget herself and look up. She sighed in
relief as the realization that she would probably make it sifted into her
consciousness.
     And then she ran into someone. As they collided, Jenny let her eyes
wander up to see the face of a fat middle-aged man. He had been reading a
book, and hadn't been watching where he was going. "Oh! I'm sorry!" he
exclaimed in a nasal voice. Jenny's eyes filled with distress, and she
quickly dropped her gaze and rushed past the man.
     "Damn!" she swore, her only consolation being that she was almost to
her dorm. Finally, she reached the door. Breathing heavily, Jennifer dug
into her pocket and fished out her key. It was difficult to insert the key
without looking, but she managed it. "God, they must think I'm weird." she
thought, thinking how she must look to the people in the lobby as she
walked through the door with her gaze fixed on the ground.
     Jenny was going up the steps to the third floor, when a realization
hit her. The dorm was coed, and she was going to have to walk down the
men's hall in order to get to her room. "Oh, god..." she moaned under her
breath. She hesitated by the door, and then entered the hall.
     Take it fast, she thought. That's the key. She rushed down the hall.
     And found herself looking into Jacob's eyes. He was lying on the floor
in the hall. "Hi, Jenny!" he said, looking up from his book and waving.
"Sorry, am I in your way?"
     "Oh, wow." said Jenny. She had never realized before how sexy Jacob
was. He was on the wrestling team, and his muscles seemed to bulge
through his tank top. Jacob had briefly expressed an interest in her the
first week, but he had accepted her disinterest, and they had become
"just" friends. How could I have rejected him? Jenny screamed to herself.
He's GORGEOUS!
     "You all right, Jen?" asked Jacob. Jenny realized she had been staring
at him. She didn't care. 
     "Ooh, Jacob...ooh..." she sat down on him, straddling him with her
legs, his firm stomach muscles supporting her behind. She was heavily
juicing up, she could feel it. She wanted Jacob inside her.
     Jake's expression was one of shock, and he dropped his book just
before Jenny mashed her lips against his face. "Woah!" he blurted, as
Jenny dotted his face with kisses. She slid backwards, and could feel his
hard penis against her butt. She moved, back and forth, kneading it,
pressing it against her wet cunt. "Jacob...Jacob, I want you inside
me...now..."
     "Holy shit!" said Jacob, looking nervously up and down the hall.
"Let's move into my room, ok? Let's not do this out in the hallway." Jenny
heard him, but didn't care. What did it matter WHERE they did it? All that
mattered was that he make love to her. She started fumbling with her
clothes, raining kisses on his face and neck. Jacob picked her up in his
arms, and carried her into his room.
     His roommate Kurt was there. Kurt looked up from his computer,
surprised. "Out, man! I need some privacy!" Jacob said. Jennifer felt
herself dropped on the bed, and she writhed in agonizing lust against the
cool sheets. She slipped her fingers under her lycra top and in one motion
ripped it over her head. Her breasts popped free and bounced lightly on her
chest, jiggling like jello. Jacob stared at her dark nipples for a moment,
then twisted his head to glare at Kurt, who also happened to be staring in
amazement at Jennifer's breasts. "Out, damn you! Can't you see I need
some privacy?" said Jake. Kurt rushed from the room, stealing a
backwards glance at Jennifers nude upper torso. 
     Jacob quickly closed the door, and came over to Jennifer. She threw
her arms around her, tearing at his shorts. "Please, Jacob....I want your
cock...oh, I want it so bad..." Jacob stripped off his shorts, and let his
penis bounce free. It hadn't bounced twice when Jennifer took it in her
hands, running her fingers over it, feeling the silk spider web feel of it
against her palm.
     "ooh!" she moaned, and Jacob helped her take off her shorts. His eyes
widened as he saw there was no need for foreplay...Jennifer was dripping
wet, and the crotch of her lycra shorts was soaked. 
     Jennifer got on her knees, and Jacob saw she was guiding her vagina
towards his hardened penis. "This is too good to be true..." he whispered.
Then he spoke louder. "Wait...Jenny...we don't want any kids...let me get a
condom..."
     Ignoring Jenny's very determined protests, Jacob dug a condom out of
his desk and slipped it on. Then he tried to ease slowly into Jenny, but she
was having none of that. With a heave, she impaled herself onto Jake's
cock, and he found himself thrusting deep within her. Jenny was almost
hyperactive with sexual lust, and Jacob, who normally prided himself on
his sexual endurance, found himself about to come very quickly. He tried
to hold it back, but Jennifer pounded against him and finally it came
spurting forth, shooting through him, a tremendous orgasm. He gasped, and
rode her for all he was worth.
     And Jenny came back to herself. "Oh, wow!" she thought. She was
back in her right mind, but she was also very close to her own orgasm.
She couldn't stop. Just as Jacob was finishing up his orgasm, hers
started, and she gasped with its intensity. Her body was wracked with
pleasure, and when Jacob pulled out, her body continued to buckle with
the strength of her pleasure. It faded slowly, and she savored every piece
of it.
     "Wow." she said as she laid back on the bed. "You used a condom,
right, Jake?" She looked at him with apprehension.
     "Uh-huh." he said, and she watched him peel it off. "Wow, Jen...I
don't know what came over you just then...you were a wild woman! You wanted
sex like a starving man wants food! What's up?"
     "Oh, Jake." she said, turning away. "I think I've been...hypnotized."
     "Hypnotized?" he stared at her.
     "Yeah. Hypnotized so that I go sex crazy over every third guy I see. I
was trying so hard not to see anyone, and you were there..." she sighed.
"You were the third guy. At least you were a friend. It could have been
worse."
     Jake sat on the side of the bed, looking at her with concern. "Oh,
man...I'm sorry, Jenn...I didn't know..."
     "I know." she said, and smiled at him. "Don't worry about it, Jake.
You didn't take advantage of me; I wanted to have sex with you so bad, I
wouldn't have taken no for an answer.  You really didn't have a choice. And
I enjoyed it, all of it, even after I came out of the hypnosis." Her eyes
became sad. "I'm just glad it was you. It could've been a stranger. God, it
could've been a two year old. What would I have done?"
     "Hey, are you all right, Jenn? Hey, who hypnotized you, anyhow?"
     Jennifer thought of telling him about Mark, she really wanted to, but
she couldn't. It wasn't his problem. "I'm fine. Look, Jake, I know this
sounds weird, but could you put a blanket on my head and lead me back to
my room?"
     "Okay, that sounds like a good idea." said Jacob. He still looked
skeptical, however, and Jenny didn't thing she had fooled him. He knew she
was hiding something. "Just remember, if you need someone..ya know, to
talk to? I'm always here."
     "Thanks, Jake." said Jennifer, and offered him another smile, this one
forced, and Jake seemed to know it. They put their clothes back on in
silence, and afterwards, Jake put a blanket over Jenny's head and lead her
back to her room.
     Jennifer's roommate wasn't home, and Jennifer thanked Jacob and said
bye to him. She closed and locked the door, then collapsed on the bed and
watched the wall as the sun faded away and the grayness of night took over.
     What am I going to do? she thought, but could find no answer.


             CONTROLLING JENNIFER II: LESSONS IN OBEDIENCE


The phone rang, and Jennifer jumped. Darlene, her roommate, gave her an
annoyed look and picked up the phone. "Hello? Yeah, this is Darlene.  Huh?
Oh, sure...I have it right here." Flashing Jennifer another annoyed look,
she picked up her math assignment sheet and started to read an assignment
from it.
     Jenny hugged her pillow close to her, listening to the phone
conversation and trying to take refuge in its relative normalcy. It wasn't
him. Thank god it wasn't him. She pressed her cheek into the soft fabric of
the pillow, and held it tightly. Her eyes stared to the side, her mind
fighting once again to deny what had happened to her before. It seemed like a
dream now, but Jennifer knew it had not been a dream. She could not wake up
from this nightmare.
     She heard the click as Darlene hung up, and heard her roommate stand.
She didn't look, but she knew the expression that was on Darlene's face; it
was Darlene's exasperation look, with her eyebrows jagged and her lips pursed
together tightly. Jennifer had been seeing Darlene's exasperation look quite
a bit lately. 
     "You want to tell me what the hell is going on, Jennifer?" Darlene
snapped. "I can see being startled by the phone, once, maybe twice, but EVERY
FUCKING TIME? What's gotten into you? You're so jumpy lately... and you won't
tell me why! What's wrong, Jennifer?"
     Jennifer was silent for a moment. Once again, she was tempted to just
blurt out the whole story, about Mark, about his powers, what he had done to
her. And once again, she stopped herself. For one, she didn't want to draw
anyone into this beside herself. And for another...who would believe her?
Jenny barely believed it herself.
     "Nothing's wrong." she mumbled.
     "What?!? The hell, nothing's wrong! You've completely weirded out on
me, Jen! You stay in the room all day, moping around, staring into space.
You won't answer the phone anymore, and it seems to scare you to death
whenever it rings...you won't talk to anyone, you don't go out anymore...you
can't tell me nothings wrong. Give me some credit, Jennifer!"
     Jennifer spoke, squeezing the pillow even tighter. "You couldn't help
anyway."
     Darlene's voice softened, and she spoke with concern now. "Won't you
let me try, Jenny? I'm worried about you! I know somethings wrong...but
you won't tell me. C'mon...talk to me. Maybe I'll surprise you." Darlene's
voice hesitated, waiting, but Jennifer stayed silent. Finally, she heard
Darlene sigh and move back to her desk. The scraping of Darlene's pencil
resumed.
     Jennifer dropped her pillow and slipped on her slippers to walk to
the bathroom. She seemed to do this a lot now, telling herself that she
was leaving to give Darlene a break from her constant moping. But it was
more to give herself a place to think. She would close herself in one of
the stalls, and sit on the seat, hugging her legs to herself and thinking of
what had happened to her.
     She stared at the gray of the stall door. She had been mind-raped.
This term had come to her that first day, and it had stuck in her head.
Mind-rape. It wasn't like real rape, for it offered no chance of resistance.
It made her degrade herself willingly, only letting her loose to regret her
actions after the fact. It seemed worse than actual rape, because in
actual rape you were obviously the victim. In what Mark had done to her,
her role was blurred, even to herself. She kept telling herself over and
over that she could have prevented his control. She could have fought it
harder than she had, and maybe opposed it. It was as much her fault for
not resisting enough, and this was the worst part of it.
     After That Day, she had been scared to even go to class, for fear she
might see him again. She hadn't been able to talk to Jacob since, or even
his roommate Kurt, fearing what she had become in their mind's eye. A
wanton slut. That's probably what they saw her as.
     Most of all, she feared when it would end. Would she ever have her
own life? Or would Mark make her his slave forever? Would she ever be
free? This is what scared her most of all. That her role was set...as
Mark's slave, for all eternity.
     Jenny's butt hurt, and she realized she had been sitting in the stall
for quite awhile. She stood, letting the blood circulate back into her rear
end, and flushed the toilet, to make it seem like she had actually been
using the bathroom.
     Amy, the girl from down the hall, was  brushing her teeth. "Hi,
Jenny!" she grinned at the mirror, her teeth covered with suds. Jenny
forced a weak smile in response, and padded back to her room.
     As she walked in, Darlene was on the phone. "It's for you, Jennifer."
Darlene said, offering the phone.
     Jennifer stared at the phone. It seemed suddenly malevolent, and she
pulled back from it. "Tell him I'm not home." she whispered.
     "I already said you were home." insisted Darlene. "Come on, Jennifer.
Stop acting like an idiot and take the phone." 
     Jennifer reluctantly touched the phone, then hesitated, watching
Darlene's face contort in exasperation. Slowly, summoning her nerve,
Jennifer let her hand wind around the handle, and lifted it to her ear.
     "Hello?" she whispered weakly.
     "Hello, Jennifer." Mark's voice said back. His voice was bright and
cheery, and Jennifer almost dropped the phone in shock. But she could not.
Her hand was frozen onto it.
     "You..." was all she could say.
     "Yes. Mark, remember? I hope you enjoyed your last lesson in
obedience, Jennifer. And I hope you've learned from it. I don't want to have
to teach you again."
     "What do you want?" Jennifer rasped, her voice catching. Darlene
looked up in concern.
     "First of all, I want you to calm down. We wouldn't want your
roommate to find out about our special arrangement, now would it? After
all, the deal was only for you, remember, Jenny? We never said anything
about your roommate, and I would rather not have to take control of her,
too. Neither of us wants me to have to do that, am I right?"
     Jennifer forced her voice to be more firm. "Yes. You're right." With
great effort and more self-control than she knew she possessed, Jennifer
flashed Darlene a smile. "Chill, Darlene...everything's fine, it's a friend of
mine from class." Darlene smiled back, relaxed, and continued working on
her math.
     Mark laughed. "Very good, Jenny! I think we'll have a good time, you
and I. I suppose you're wondering why I called. Well, I wanted to request
your presence at dinner tomorrow. I'm going out to La Rochelles....its a
snooty french restaurant...and I want you to accompany me. Shall we say,
oh...sevenish?"
     He actually paused, and Jennifer was swept away in the whole
surrealness of the situation. He sounded like he was actually asking her
on a date! Over the week since she had first seen Mark, his image had
grown in her mind, until it seemed like he was the devil himself. The way
he asked her out, as if she actually had a choice, took her completely
aback. It was so at odds with her image of him.
     "Jennifer?" he asked.
     "You ask me like I actually have a choice." she murmured, quietly
enough that Darlene couldn't hear her. 
     Mark's response was cheery. "Well, you do have a choice. You can
come of your own free will, or I can make you come. Not much of a choice,
I admit..." he let his voice drift away.
     "Well, then, I guess seven it is." she said, her voice dripping
sarcasm.  She was surprised at how easy it was to talk with Mark. At how easy
it was to let her anger at him overshadow her fear of him. He was a human,
just like her...just with the power to control. It didn't make him perfect;
it didn't make him any better than her.
     Jenny's intimidation started to fade.
     "I'll pick you up in front of your dorm at seven then, ok? And
naturally you will dress to please me. You are a beautiful young lady, Miss
Cailly. Impress me." And before she could answer, the phone clicked, and
she was left hearing the steady hum of the dial tone.
     "Goodbye." she said, to keep up appearances, and passed the phone to
Darlene. Darlene looked at her with open curiousity, which Jenny
studiously pretended not to notice. Finally, Darlene had to speak. "Well?
Who was that?"
     "A guy in one of my classes." Jenny said vaguely.
     Darlene's face split into a grin. "Really? Is he after you?"
     Jennifer suppressed her urge to shudder. Nevertheless, a shiver went
down her spine. "You could say so." she said.
     "Wow! Are you after him?"
     A long empty pause as Jenny tried to decide how to answer, trying to
figure out how to put Darlene off without making her even more curious.
Finally, the silence, seemed to answer Darlene. She held up her hand. "Oh,
sorry, I know, I'm being nosy. Just don't get a boyfriend without telling
me, ok, Jen?" Jen nodded, and Darlene contentedly  returned to her math.
     For the rest of the evening, Jenny found she couldn't concentrate. She
kept wondering to herself what would happen the next day. What would
she be forced to do? Her mind jumped from one erotic image to the next,
each one more degrading than the next. Maybe he would make her strip
down right there, in front of the restaurant. It was a possibility. Maybe he
would make her have sex with all the men in the restaurant, one at a
time, until she lay naked, sprawled on the floor as they stood around her,
a toy for their amusement.
     The worst part of it was that she realized some of it fascinated her.
She would catch herself playing with an image in her head, over and over,
replaying it and replaying it, until her vagina started to get wet. Usually
then she caught herself, while her mind screamed at her to stop, to stop
thinking about such things, lest it weaken her resolve against his control.
     Finally, worried and confused, she fell asleep.
     The next day was even worse. She tried to plunge herself into her
studies, but she couldn't concentrate on anything. Her attention span was
gone and she didn't get much of anything out of her classes. By then, her
mind had moved on from imagining what he would do to her to trying to figure
out a way out of his control. She spent almost two and a half hours trying to
decide what to wear. If she disappointed him too much, he would get mad and
make her do worse things. On the other hand, if she looked too good, he might
get too turned on and again make her do worse things. All the while, she was
mad that she was doting so much on him; it was far more than he deserved. Her
final compromise was to wear a modest pretty green dress with a lot of
underwear. She emptied out her underwear drawer, putting on anything that
could go on without looking too strange.  If he was going to make her
disrobe, she wasn't going to make it easy on him.
     Seven o'clock started to approach, and she felt sick. Jennifer's
reflection in the mirror was beautiful, and Darlene said over and over again
how gorgeous she was. Jennifer had combed her hair back and tied it with a
green ribbon to match her face. On the whole, she thought she looked too
good; far better than he deserved. It made her sick, that she was dressing up
only to satisfy his taste for the perverse, and not just morally sick but
physically sick. Unfortunately, the paleness of her skin contrasted well with
the rich green of the dress and only made her look more attractive.
     Finally, it came to be seven, and Jennifer composed herself and
walked down to the lobby. Her fingernails were bitten down; it was a habit
she had when she was nervous, and she was very nervous. Until she came
downstairs and saw him waiting for her.
     It had been a week, and Jennifer had almost forgotten what he looked
like. Almost. As soon as she entered the lobby she saw his dark italian
features and his smug grin. He was waiting near the payphones, dressed in a
dark suit and tie. Jennifer would have thought he was handsome under normal
circumstances, but this time she could only see him as a repulsive monster.
     "Hi, Jennifer." She froze. He walked over and took her hand. She felt
faint; he radiated smug confidence, along with the subtle scent of some
cologne, and when he took her hand, she did not resist. He pressed a kiss to
the back of her hand, his eyes looking deep into hers, a smirk hovering on
his lips. "You look gorgeous, my lovely slave Jennifer. I am very pleased. I
was afraid I would have to teach you another lesson."
     She still couldn't speak. She hadn't really been prepared to see him
again, and she was too shaken to do anything. He took her hand and led her
outside to where a limo waited. The limo driver opened the door for her, and
she dropped onto the seat. Mark slid in next to her, and the driver closed
the door.
     "You see?" smiled Mark. "Only the best for us." The chauffer settled
in the front seat and started the engine.
     "To La Rochelles, Mr. Wells." Mark commanded, and the driver pulled
away from the curb.
     Jennifer finally found her voice. "Is he...he's controlled, too?"
     "Yes, he's under my power at the moment." said Mark. "I thought we
could drive there in style." She felt him plant a soft kiss on her cheek. She
breathed in slightly, but otherwise didn't react, kept her eyes staring
forward. "Only the best for you, my slave." He leaned forward and started
making a drink from the bar.
     Jennifer watched him mix the different liquors together into what
looked like a martini. The seat was very soft and luxurious, but she was
too tense to enjoy it. Mark took a sip, and seemed to notice this. "Hey,
relax, Jennifer. You're too tense. I don't like to see you tense."
     His words seemed to come from a distance. "Is that an order?" she
murmured.
     "No, just a suggestion. You'll have a better time if you just relax.
Want something to drink?" he indicated the bar.
     "I don't drink."
     Mark smiled. "Good!" he emptied his glass, and set it on the bar. "So,
how was your day?"
     Jenny looked at him to see if he was serious. Once again, the whole
situation was becoming surreally normal. Too much like a real date. She was
almost too stunned to answer. Outside, the streetlights were slipping one by
one past the car. Distantly, she heard the chauffer put on the signal, and
the limo made a left turn.
     She gradually focused on Mark's face. It was in shadows, but she
could make out his grin. "How can you ask that?" she finally answered.  "All
day, all I could think of was this." Her voice was frighteningly neutral to
her ears. She sounded dead.
     He slipped his hand back behind her head and pulled her forward. She
was too numb to resist, and he brushed his lips against hers. "Good. As well
it should be, slave." She could smell the alcohol on his breath.
     The car stopped, and Jennifer realized that they had already reached
the restaurant. The chauffer had pulled in front, and got out of the car to
open their doors. Mark was on the right side, so he got out first. He took
Jenny's hand to lead her out, and she once again felt too lost to resist.
     They entered the restaurant, leaving the chauffer to take care of
himself for awhile. The head waiter immediately came forward, a small
well-dressed gentleman. "Mr. Antonio!" he said in an obsequious french
accent. "How good it is to see you again! I have saved you your usual table."
The waiter led the way to a small elegant table on the side of the
restaurant.
     Mark pulled Jennifer along, and she wondered to herself whether he
was trying to impress her with all this fanciness and glitz. It was like
dating a movie star, she supposed, only she knew that like her, all these
others were just under Mark's control. It was his power that made this all
possible. Still, she had to admit she was a little swept away with it all.
It was certainly the most impressive first date she had been on. And thus
far, he had been relatively nice and polite, despite his habit of calling her
'slave.' He certainly did not seem like the monster she had thought him.
     Of course, Jenny admitted to herself, she had not resisted yet. Still,
her apprehension at being with Mark faded, and she started to relax.
     She realized that the head waiter had pulled out her chair, and she
sat down across from Mark. The head waiter walked off, and Jennifer
heard him telling someone to 'take good care of Mr. Antonio.' 
     The restaurant was very elegant, one of those romantic places with
low lights and candles in the middle of the table. A place for lovers. Mark
looked at her over the table, his eyes glinting. "So, Miss Cailly, what do
you think so far?"
     "You seem to have gone to a lot of trouble to impress me." she said
hesitantly, not sure what his reaction would be.
     He only nodded slightly to her, his eyes dancing in the candlelight.
"And are you impressed?"
     "Well, yes." she admitted reluctantly, meeting his eyes. "That is, I'm
impressed with your power."
     "Good." he said. "You should be." He waved his hand at the restaurant.
"You see, Jennifer, to be my slave is not such a bad thing. I ask very little
from you, and look how much you can receive! Is this life so bad?"
     As soon as he mentioned what he asked of her, her mind flashed back
to when she had been in the park. The man on the bench, his eyes flashing
confusion, shock, and above all, ecstacy. Her fingers slick with sperm, his
sperm. Her breasts bared for everyone's appraisal. This was very little?
He stole her freedom, he made her an object for some boy's pleasure.
     "How can you say that?" she burst, louder than she had intended.
"How can you possibly expect me to exchange my freedom for this? Can
you honestly believe I accept what you ask of me?"
     Mark's dark eyebrows narrowed. "I would ask you to keep your voice
down, Jenny. I don't want a slave of mine to disrupt the dinners of others.
It reflects poorly on me."
     "What?" asked Jennifer. "How..."
     "In fact...." interrupted Mark, and his voice was now very stern. "I
think that if you raise your voice again, you will remove an article of
clothing. Starting now."
     "What?" asked Jennifer, and then she remembered his power. He had
just used it on her. She quickly became quiet.
     "That's better." said Mark. "I'm sorry, Jennifer, but you must
remember who you are yelling at. I am your master. Whether you like it or
not. Please apologize."
     "I'm sorry." Jennifer said quietly. She inwardly cursed herself for
making him mad.
     "That's better." He reached under the table and pulled out a bag.
"Now, Jennifer, I said before that you were very beautiful, and you are, and
I am happy with how you dressed to please me. However, I am displeased with
what you wore. You are over-dressed for this situation. Fortunately, I
brought you an outfit to wear." He indicated the bag.
     Oh, god, thought Jennifer to herself. He's going to make me change,
out here, in public. She realized this with cold certainty.
     Almost as if he read her mind, Mark said "Oh, don't worry. You can go
to the bathroom to change." Jennifer was so relieved she actually smiled.
She took the bag from him and got up to head to the bathroom.
     "Oh." his voice followed her. "Of course, I meant the MEN's bathroom."
     She turned, shocked. He was casually examining the tablecloth.
     "And naturally you won't displease me by changing in the stall." He
lifted his eyes, and they flashed malevolently at her.
     Jennifer opened her mouth to argue, but knew by the look in his eyes
that it would do no good. Finally, she turned, and walked to the bathroom.
     At first she hovered by the door to the woman's bathroom, acting
like she was preparing to go in, but actually looking at the door to the
men's bathroom. She held the bag he had given her tightly in her arms, and
her stomach rose and fell like a roller coaster. What if a guy was already
in there? How long should she wait, before she went in? How long did
guys take to pee, anyhow? Then she realized that the longer she waited,
the greater the chance that some other man would enter while she was
changing. Finally, she gritted her teeth and pushed through the door.
     The bathroom was empty, and she exhaled. At least she didn't have to
worry about that. She checked the door on the off-chance that it had a
lock. No such luck.
     She hesitated only a second, realizing that the longer she took, the
greater the chance of being interrupted. Cautiously, she pushed open the
door and took a peek outside, to see if anyone was making a beeline to the
bathroom. No one. She was safe for awhile.
     She stood in front of the mirror, and quickly pulled down the zipper
to her dress. As she stepped out of it, she remembered how much
underwear she wore underneath it. Another quick peek out the door; no
one.
     "Come on, Jenny, get on with it before you get caught." she muttered.
She kept her shoes on; they wouldn't get in the way too much. She reached
into the bag and looked at what she had been provided with. Her heart
sank. The black leather skirt was very short, the panties very slim, and
she couldn't find a bra. The silk blouse was fairly sheer; her nipples would
be very visible through them. "What a sleaze." she said, but at least it was
better than nothing.
     She started to pull of her various undergarments, pulling the slips
over her head. She slipped off the panties (she had worn four pairs),
pantyhose and the silk underskirts all at the same time, and felt really
vulnerable, seeing her black pubic triangle reflected in the mirror. Was
that someone at the door? Seconds passed, no one entered. Just her
imagination. Jenny cursed herself for letting time slip by and pulled on
the tiny panties he had provided her with. They barely covered her rear
end, and in the front she had pubic hair protruding from the top of the
waistband. Still it had to do. She pulled on the skirt frantically, almost
losing her balance, and experienced some temporary relief at being more
decent. The skirt was fairly tight, and clung to her rear end. But at least
it covered her. 
     Next she pulled off the various silk tops, and finally unsnapped her
bra. She tore at it, trying to get it off, almost getting tangled in it, but
finally, it fell to the floor. Her breasts were free, and she once again felt
exposed.
     And then she heard the door opening.
     The man who entered looked at least as shocked as she was. His eyes
stared at her chest, and she realized what kind of show she was giving
him. She quickly reached down to snag the blouse, only to fumble it away
in her scrambling.
     The man was quicked to recover. "I think one of us is in the wrong
bathroom." he said, in a cultured english accent. He leaned on the counter,
and made no move to avert his eyes from Jenny's naked breasts.
     "Yes, I'm sorry." mumbled Jenny. "Let me finish changing, and I'll
leave." She was acutely aware at how her breasts jounced around as she
bent down to pick up the blouse, and acutely aware of how his brown eyes
were locked onto her brown nipples.
     "Oh, take your time. It's not often that I see such a beautiful naked
woman as yourself."
     Was that meant as a compliment? Jennifer would have taken it more
so if the man's lecherous eyes weren't so frozen on her nipples. At least
he could see what her face looked like.
     "You have such lovely breasts. May I....touch them?" Jenny's eyes
widened in shock, and she focused on the man again. He was running his
hand over the bathroom counter, slowly, fondling it. His breathing was a
little too quick, and his eyes a little too intense.
     "No!" she shouted, and then, for some reason, she was compelled to
remove her shoe. The man had started to drift closer to her, and now he
rubbed his hands together in front of him.
     She frantically pulled the blouse over her head, and over her torso.
Looking down, she realized it did little good. The fabric was sheer enough
that her breasts were still very visible, and she didn't have time to do up
the buttons. Still, it was apparently as decent as she was going to get.
     "They look so soft...so lovely..." 
     "Go away!" Jennifer pushed aside his advancing hands, and stuffed
everything she could in the bag, including her two shoes. She grabbed the
bag and pushed through the man toward the door. As she passed him, she
felt one of his hands brush over her left breast. His palm stroked across
her nipple in what felt like a burst of electricity that coarsed through her
body. Then she was out the door and making her way toward Mark,
buttoning the blouse as she went.
     Mark apparently had ordered for her. A plate of steaming Escargot
waited for her as she sat down, and Mark was a third of the way finished
with some chicken dish. He looked up as she approached, and let his eyes
wander over her body.
     "Very nice!" he smiled.
     She dropped into her seat. "Damn you!" she growled, careful to keep
her voice down... after all, she couldn't afford to lose anymore clothes. "I
almost got raped in there, you know!"
     He shook his head. "You wouldn't have gotten raped." He stuck a
forkful of chicken into his mouth.
     "He was there, damn it! He wanted to touch my breasts! He would
have raped me if I hadn't gotten away!" She said this before she realized
it, louder than she intended, and immediately her fingers were working at
the buttons of the blouse, even as she struggled to control them, and soon
the blouse was unbuttoned. Her hands pulled apart the two sides, and she
felt the air against her breasts. Her hands dropped.
     "Can you blame him?" asked Mark, admiring her. "You have such lovely
breasts, my slave." And he sipped a glass of wine as Jennifer lay open to
his, and the restaurants, view. She could feel her face hot with shame. 
     Finally, Mark spoke. "Button your blouse, Jenny." She felt her hands
released from whatever power held them, and she quickly covered herself
again. Frantically, she looked around, and was relieved to see no one
appeared to have noticed her when she was exposed. She turned back to
Mark, to see him staring deep into her eyes. She was caught, held, by
those eyes.
     "There are two lessons you need to learn as my slave, Jennifer. The
first is obedience. You are learning this; you performed my bathroom
instructions very well, and without complaint. I am pleased. The second
thing is that you need to learn to have faith in me. I am your master,
Jennifer, and that means that not only do you serve me, but I am
responsible for you. That means I don't let you get hurt. I don't let men
rape you. I don't let you catch diseases or get pregnant. I control, Jenny,
situations as well as people." He dropped his eyes, and she felt as if he
had released her from some spell. "That man would never have raped you,
not with me around." muttered Mark. He said no more, only worked on
eating his chicken.
     Jennifer watched him eat, and then starting poking at her escargot.
It tasted really good, in a rich butter sauce, and she started to eat. After
awhile, she even stopped caring that her breasts were visible through the
sheer blouse.
     When the waiter came, he seemed to pay very close attention to
Jennifer's chest, and was very nervous around her. Nothing Jenny could do
about it, so she let him have his view. Mark informed the waiter that they
were done.
     "Very good, sir. And naturally, that will be on the house."
     "Naturally." said Mark. "You have given us very good service. I would
like to give you an especially good tip."
     The waiter bowed his head modestly.
     Mark continued. "You seem to admire the breasts of my slave there,
do you not?" Jennifer's eyes widened. The waiter looked at her chest and
nodded. "Well," said Mark. "Would you like to feel them? That will be your
tip."
     The waiter looked a bit taken aback with this offer, but he looked at
Jennifer's breasts and smiled. "Oh, yes, sir. Thank you."
     Mark looked at Jennifer. "Jenny, would you...?" Jenny opened her
mouth to protest, then thought better of it, looking at the waiter. Why not
let him have his fun? If he's gentle, then I might even enjoy it. She drew
in her breath, reached down, unbuttoned her blouse, and opened it.
     The man pressed his hands onto her chest, his palms aligned with her
nipples. His hands were cold, and Jennifer gasped a little to feel their
touch. Then he started to stroke her, moving his hands in circles over the
tips of her nipples, and the electricity she had felt before was repeated a
hundred fold. If I enjoy this, I may never be able to resist Mark's control
again, Jennifer thought, but she couldn't help herself. The waiter stroked
her, working her breasts like a sculptor, and she arched her back, pressing
them against his hands. She closed her eyes, letting herself drift into the
sensation of the hands teasing and playing with her. Finally, she felt them
reluctantly from her, and she opened her eyes, coming back to the real
world. She realized her panties were very wet.
     "You must be a sculptor." she told the waiter, touching his hand.
"Thank you."
     He bowed his head. "It is easy to sculpt what is already beautiful,
madam." And he walked off.
     Mark was looking at her, intrigued. "You enjoyed that." he said.
Jennifer blushed and looked down, quickly rebuttoning her blouse. When
she peeked up again, Mark was grinning. "Good. Good." he said. Then he took
her by the hand and led her outside to where the limo awaited.
     They drove back in silence, and Mark released her back to her dorm,
once again brushing her lips with his and sending her on her way. Jennifer
had already walked through most of the dorm before she realized she was
still wearing the sheer blouse. She hadn't noticed if anyone else had been
staring at her; she thought probably they had been. It was late, but not
very late, and Darlene was probably still up, so Jennifer went instead to
the bathroom, where she closed the door, sat on the seat, and tried to
come to grips with her confusing emotions and desires.


               Controlling Jennifer III:  Power Play

     The library was a frightening place. It didn't seem like it had been
built all at once, with one plan and one idea; instead it seemed like every
extra room attached onto the main floor had been tacked on as an
afterthought, and the result was a jumble of rooms with no rhyme or reason to
their layout. When Jennifer had gone through orientation upon arriving at
Jefferson college, they had been given a small tour of the library, a tour of
the more important rooms. The librarian had laughed and remarked that she had
worked at the library for five years, and thought she knew everything about
it, until a couple days earlier when she had discovered another stairwell she
hadn't known about. "You see?" said the librarian. "You're always discovering
things in the library!" Jennifer, who at the time already found the library
intimidating, hadn't found that comment particularly reassuring.
     Even worse, the confusion of the library's layout bred small isolated
pockets of gloomy emptiness, and these gave Jennifer the creeps. She hated
wandering through the older shelves, looking for obscure books. The shelves
were always looming monoliths, and the atmosphere reminded her of a hedge
maze. As a result, she hardly ever went down into the stacks unless she had
to, and she rarely even came to the library at all.
     Unfortunately, this time she had to be there. It was tuesday, and the
physics midterm was thursday and Jennifer had never felt more unprepared for
a test in her entire life. She was usually a very good student, but now she
had a hard time concentrating on anything. Studying in her room, with Darlene
humming Janet Jackson tunes and the phone looming next to her had proved
impossible. Finally, she had packed her bags, cursed the requirement that
made her take such a boring class as physics, and gone to the library. Once
there, she settled in a somewhat isolated row of desks on the third floor. It
offered her quiet, plus the security of knowing that the periodicals section
was very close and while she had quiet she was never quite alone.
     Jennifer opened her books to study, but her eyes drifted over to the
graffiti on the desk. "What do you do with your hormones?" one scrawled
remark read. The answer, written below it, read: "If your whore moans, put
your dick in her mouth!" Next to this witty statement was a pencil depiction
of a set of obscenely enlarged male gentalia, and below that "I want to fuck
Lori W." Jenny's eyes lingered on this last statement. Who was Lori? Did she
know that some library vandal wanted to sleep with her? Or was she oblivious?
Watched from afar, perhaps, him waiting for the right moment to spring on
her. Jennifer shook her head and pushed a paper over the offending graffiti.
Back to physics. No more distractions.
     Soon, however, her mind was wandering again. To Jacob, and what had
happened between them on saturday night. She had finally given in to his
appeals to talk. He had been pressuring her since that first day, the first
day she had met Mark, to talk about what had occured between them.  Finally,
she made herself face him, and they had talked. He had tried to get her to
tell him what was going on, but she wouldn't. He had tried to get her to
become more serious with him, to become his "girlfriend", but she refused to
do this too. She didn't need the complications of having a boyfriend along
with everything else. Finally, he had seduced her. Well, not really seduced;
she had been a fairly willing participant. Why had she given in to his
pressuring? Well, it had seemed like a good idea at the time, but after the
fact she couldn't think of why she had given in. It had been a mistake, she
reflected in hindsight; it had given him the exact message she was trying not
to give him, the message that there might be something between them. The
night had ended up disappointing for both; Jacob had apparently been
expecting another wild sexual encounter like their previous time. But
Jennifer wasn't really like that; it had been Mark's power that had made her
act that way before. She liked to go slow and take her time with the whole
thing. The end result was that Jacob became impatient, and Jennifer became
impatient with his impatience, and the whole thing hadn't been satisfying for
either of them. And now Jacob was doting on her, as if she was a possession
of his. Just what she didn't need.
     "After all..." she whispered. "I belong to Mark!" and she smiled
grimly at the irony of the whole thing. She didn't want to be a possession,
but unfortunately she was forced into it. "Why even bother studying physics?"
she muttered. "I'm just a toy for Mark anyhow." Mark, thankfully, hadn't
called her since their 'date' at La Rochelles, almost a week before.
Jennifer was still troubled with what had happened at that restaurant,
particularly with what she had done at the end of the night. Mark had offered
her breasts to the waiter as a 'tip', and Jennifer had submitted herself to
letting the waiter fondle her in the middle of the restaurant.  True, she
hadn't really had a choice, and Mark could have forced her to do it anyhow
with his power. But that hadn't really been her reason for submitting to it.
The idea had appealed to her, and she had enjoyed the waiters hands. This was
what bothered her. Everytime she didn't resist, she fell deeper and deeper
into his control. And this scared her.
     Jennifer realized she was becoming distracted from her physics again.
"Argh!!!" she muttered to herself. "Jenny, study, darn it! Remember, you have
a test!" She forced her eyes to start reading the page in front of her.
     "Well, well, well!" A voice said above her. "Jennifer Cailly! Fancy
meeting you here."
     Jennifer recognized the voice with horror, and looking up confirmed
her suspicions. Leaning on the top of the little wall that separated her desk
from the others was Mark. He was smiling down at her.
     Instead of inspiring horror, however, the sight of his face only
served to exasperate her. "Mark!" she said. "Argh!!! Not right now! I don't
need this right now!" Mark's eyes widened, and he pulled back slightly.
Jenny realized what she was saying and caught herself. "Look, Mark..." her
voice rushed forward. "Look, I'm sorry, but whatever you want, I can't...I
just can't! I have to study for a major physics test. Please leave me alone?
Please? Can't you control me later? Just leave me alone now." She fixed her
eyes on his, trying to convey her desperation in her gaze.
     Mark gaped at her for a moment, then his eyes narrowed. "Who said I
wanted to control you?" his voice was a cold monotone, and Jennifer's spirits
sank. "Maybe I was just checking to see how my slave was. Next time I come
over and greet you, you will say 'Hello, master. What can I do for you
today?' Say it now."
     Jennifer's spirits plummeted. There was no winning. Her appeal to him
had only succeeded in making him angry, and now he was going to make her pay
for it. Oddly enough, her greatest regret was that she would not be able to
get any studying done after all. "Hello, master. What can I do for you
today?'" she recited. She pushed aside her books. Looked like studying would
have to wait.
     "That's better." said Mark, smiling thinly. "I think you need to be
taught a lesson, my slave. You need to be taught to be more respectful to
your master. Listen: YOU do not decide when I can exercise my control over
you. I will do so whenever I desire. If this is clear, say 'I will do
whatever my master wills WHENever my master wills.' Say it!"
     "I will do whatever my master wills whenever my master wills." she
repeated. It's not as if I have any choice in the matter, she thought to
herself.
     "Very good. I'm sure you will learn in time." Mark smiled again, and
then he paused, his smile slowly fading as the pause stretched out. He's
trying to figure out what to do, Jennifer realized. He doesn't have anything
planned. She looked down and noticed with interest that he was carrying an
economics book. Was he an econ major? Or a business major?  Jennifer's mind
was immediately completely taken with this revelation.  He was a student
here, too! It made sense, but it really didn't fit with her image of him.
After all, she was a student. If he was a student, too, that put him on equal
terms with her. A very strange concept, to think of Mark the controller maybe
being in the same class as her.
     And it also meant he was probably here to study, too. Maybe he really
DIDN'T come to control me, Jennifer mused. Could it be just coincidence
that he happened to see me here studying? It certainly seemed that way.
Next time, Jenny told herself bitterly, keep your mouth shut. She looked
back up at Mark.
     Mark was moving around her, until he sat at the desk beside her. His
eyes were on her skirt, and they had lighted up. Uh, oh, thought Jennifer.
He's got something.
     "I wish to inspect you, slave Jennifer. To make sure you meet with
my approval. Please lift up your skirt so that I can see under it."
     Jennifer took a quick look around to see if anyone else was watching.
No one else was even around. She turned back to Mark, and lifted up her
skirt so that he could see under. She had worn plain white panties, so she
wasn't really showing him anything. Nevertheless, the act disgusted her.
"I need to make my stand." she thought to herself. "This time...I need to
fight his power with all my concentration, see if I can face it down. If I
can, I'm free."
     Mark looked at her panties, and then back up to her. His eyes were
disapproving, and he shook his head. "I'm afraid I am displeased, my slave.
Your panties are blocking my view of your lovely pussy. Please walk over
to that rubbish can, remove them, and throw them away. You do not need
them."
     Jenny's heart pounded. Was this the time to resist? She looked
around and couldn't see anyone. Maybe not now, she thought. It would be
better to resist if it was something REALLY bad that he wanted her to do.
If she was really against the act, she would be able to fight against his
power all the better. "And I really only get one chance..." she thought. "If I
fail, then I may never have the will to resist again." 
     For now, she would comply. Jennifer stood up and walked over to the
garbage can. She looked around once more to make sure no one was
watching. Fortunately, she stood in the midst of a line of bookshelves, and
she was relatively hidden. She slipped her fingers under her skirt and
hooked them onto the waistband of her panties. Fully aware that Mark was
probably watching her intently from behind, she quickly slipped her
panties over her thighs and down her legs, being careful not to lift her
skirt anymore than she had to. She stepped out of the underwear and
dropped it into the garbage.
     It felt very strange to wear a skirt without underwear, something
Jenny had never done before, and it was a strange sensation to feel the air
against her bare flesh under the skirt. It felt weird when she walked back to
her desk. An odd feeling of freedom. She looked at Mark and he nodded in
approval.
     "Here." he said. "Sit down." She did. Be ready, she told herself.
"Now lift her skirt again." Mark commanded. "I wish to inspect you again."
     Jennifer mentally dug in, ready to resist whatever compulsions he
gave her. "I will not." she said slowly, emphasizing each word.
     "What?" Mark stared at her, seemingly taken aback.
     "I said I won't! I'm not going to bare myself to you right smack in
the middle of the library. No. I won't." She stared at him defiantly.
     He seemed more shocked than angry at her resistance. For a second he
could only stare at her. "What are you doing, Jenny?" he asked, and he asked
it like an actual question, like he seriously couldn't believe what she was
doing. "Why are you acting like this?"
     "What do you mean, what am I doing? I'm saying no!" She glared at
him.
     He was dumbfounded. "But why? I mean, I can just use my power, you
know that..."
     Jennifer was getting irritated. She wished he'd use his power
already. She was ready to resist it. "So then use your power! Either use your
power to make me do what you want, or go away and let me study my damn
physics!" She was getting angry now. That was good. Anger would help her
resist.
     "Ok." said Mark, his eyes down, and the reluctance in his voice
surprised her. "I'll use my power." He raised his eyes. "I'm going to go down
to the lounge and get a soda. While I'm gone, here's what will happen. I'm
going to leave my watch here. For the first thirty seconds of every minute,
your body will build up to orgasm. But it will never reach orgasm, and at the
end of the thirty seconds, you will come down again.  Until the beginning of
the next minute, when you will start to build up again. This will keep
happening, until you prop your feet on this chair, spread your legs, and lift
your skirt so your pussy is visible. Once I have seen that you have done
this, I will return, and you will stop building up to orgasm." Mark took off
his watch, and stood up. Jennifer watched as he left.
     "Okay, Jennifer." Jenny spoke out loud to herself. "This is it. Time
to break his power. You just have to be confident. Have to be ready. Have to
be.. ur!" She looked at the watch, and it had started the minute. And indeed,
pleasure was building up within her. "No, it isn't, damn it!" she gritted her
teeth. It's all an illusion. "I don't feel anything at all." She pulled out
her physics book and made herself concentrate on the page.  "The word
equilibrium implies that the body is either at rest..." she recited. The
pleasure was still building, making her pause, but she forced it down. "or
that it's center of mass is moving at constant velocity." The pleasure
started to ease through her again, but then abruptly it started to ebb. "Did
I beat it? Urg...no, the thirty seconds just ended." Jennifer pushed the
watch out of her line of sight and forced physics into her brain.
     When the pleasure began again, it was more powerful, and she gasped
despite herself. "Oh, god." she whispered. "Remember, Jen...be angry!" She
thought of what Mark wanted her to do, and that generated enough anger to
push back the pleasure. However, it was a constant battle; if she released
her concentration even a little bit, the pleasure started to race through her
body. Finally, it again started to ebb, and she felt a little disappointed.
Then she caught herself. "No! That's what he wants! Come on, Jen.... remember
that this ISN'T good pleasure. Resist it! You don't want to feel it!"
     The next time, the pleasure didn't just build up, it burst within her,
and she arched her back against her will, gasping. "Oh! Oh god! Please...give
me strength!" She again pushed it back, fighting it every step of the way.
She didn't make much headway, but at least she kept it from gaining on
her, and finally it started to ebb again. This time when it ebbed, it left
her feeling empty, and despite herself, she looked forward to it building
up again. As it ebbed, she became aware at how slick she was getting
between her legs. "Darn." she said. "I don't want to stain my skirt." She
started to get up to retrieve her panties when the fourth wave coursed
through her body. 
     Jennifer crumpled to her seat. This was the most intense yet, and
Jennifer only kept it back reminding herself over and over what Mark
wanted him to do. "Mark is an asshole! He's a sleaze! A mind-raper!" she
told herself. "Damn it, girl, resist him!" These last two words came out
more as high-pitched moans than as words, but they helped. The fourth
wave finally began to ebb. And Jennifer started to crave release. As she
gasped in the interim, she quickly pulled out her keys and pushed them
deep into her palm, hoping the pain would counteract the pleasure.
     When the next wave hit, she dropped her keys, and could only clutch
at the table as her body was wracked with the escalating physical
pleasure that splashed over her body. All resistance disappeared with this
wave. Her body was left trembling as it finally ebbed, trembling and
frustrated. Her hand fell between her legs, stroking herself, but she could
get no pleasure from this. It continued to ebb.
     Then it hit again. "Oh! Oh!" Jenny yelped, thrashing on her chair. Her
hand was still touching herself through her skirt, but now every little bit
of pressure caused warm electricity to launch through her body. "Oh! Oh,
God! I'm gonna come!" But before she could, it slipped away from her. Her
eyes dripped tears of frustration. Not only was she not able to resist, but
she was even denied the orgasm that would have made it worth it.
     Again the pleasure hit, and Jennifer had had enough. She pressed her
feet against Mark's chair, spread her legs, and lifted her skirt so that her
slit was visible. She trembled to be so exposed, with her legs spread so
lewdly, but then the pleasure slammed into her again, and she could think
no more.
     She rode the wave of pleasure, and when it started to back down, she
looked at her exposed slit, dripping with juice, and wished and wished
that Mark would return, so she could cover herself and not have to endure
this frustration and embarassment. And then the next wave hit.
     When this went down, she looked up, and Mark was there. He was
smiling, looking at her trembling before him, her face flushed and a
driplet of sweat running down her cheek. His eyes fell between her legs,
and he reached his finger forward to run a finger from her clitoris down
to the bottom of her lips. She could only tremble at his touch, all
resistance gone. All she wanted now was to come. To find release.
     "I told you resistance was a useless waste of effort, Jenny. I'll have
my way no matter what you do, so you might as well let me have my way
from the beginning. Have you learned, Jenny?"
     "Yes." she said. "Yes, I've learned."
     "Good." he said. "Now I want to watch you get yourself off." He
pushed Jennifer's feet off his chair and sat down facing her. "Go ahead...you
know.  Finger yourself." He watched her intently. Jennifer didn't care that
he watched. She dropped her finger onto her clit and started to massage it,
building herself up for the release she so needed. The pleasure came again,
and she was almost scared that it would disappear, but it didn't ebb, but
grew and grew. Finally, it exploded through her, and she spasmed in her
chair, experiencing the biggest orgasm of her life. Her whole body seemed to
be feeling pleasure simultaneously, from her fingers to her toes, and she
almost passed out from sensory overload. She couldn't say how long it lasted,
but when it finished she was very satisfied. She lay back gasping.
     "Wow." was all she could say.
     She noticed that he was watching her face intently, which she found
curious, as she would have expected him to still be staring at her exposed
vagina. "You look like you enjoyed that." he said. It was phrased more like
a question that a statement.
     Jennifer pulled down her skirt. "Wow. That was the fiercest orgasm
I've ever had." she whispered.
     "Really?" Mark seemed pleased.
     Jennifer didn't answer, but looked around to see if she was being
watched. And she discovered with shock that she was. A tall man was peering
at her from one of the book shelves. Looking down, she saw that he had his
cock out. It was hard, and he was stroking it, his eyes boring into her. As
Jennifer met his eyes, he smiled; a slow, sleazy smile of contempt, and as he
did so he rubbed his dick and spurted white jism towards her. The white syrup
dribbled to the floor. Jennifer almost vomited. I'm just a pussy to him, she
realized. A pervert's wet dream. She felt very sick.
     Mark noticed. "What's wrong, Jen?" he asked. Then he noticed the
strange man. "You stupid FUCK!" he exploded, standing up. The man gaped at
Mark, and started to put away his cock, backing slowly. 
     Jennifer looked up at Mark and was surprised to see the fury in his
eyes. She spun back to watch the strange man. 
     She heard Mark's voice behind her, cold and deathly. "Worms are
eating into your brain." he intoned. And the man screamed. He clutched his
head, falling to the ground. Spasming, shrieking, scraping at his face as if
to claw away the worms.
     Jennifer looked at Mark with complete and utter horror. He turned to
look deep into her eyes, and his eyes were jumping and frantic as he read
what was there. "Oh, Jenny, I'm sorry..." he started, and then he grabbed his
book. "Stop!" he yelled at the man, and the man stopped his tormented
writhing and lay still. Mark looked back at Jenny, and before she could
react, pressed a hard kiss against her lips. She gasped. He looked at her
once more, and then was gone, racing from the room with his book and his
watch clutched in his hand.
     Jennifer sat for a moment, then scrambled to gather her own things
and leave. The man lay still. She raced out, and it wasn't until she got
back to her room that she remembered she had left her panties back in the
garbage can.


               Controlling Jennifer IV: Learning to Have Faith

     The sun was setting. Jennifer's physics lab had run late; it had been
one of those wonderfully stupid labs where they had spent 3 and 1/2
hours hitting clay blobs with ball bearings. The whole thing had been
extremely dull, and Jennifer's distraction hadn't helped; it had only made
the lab even longer and more exasperating. She had been very glad when
they had finally been able to get out of there; she definitely needed time
to think.
     The problem was clutched in her hand as she walked back to the
dorm. It was her physics test. She had received an 'A.' 100 out of 100. A
perfect score, and on a test she hadn't felt prepared for. She ought to have
felt proud.
     Except she had run out of time, and hadn't even made it to the last
page. And yet the teacher had given her a perfect score on that empty
page, just like he had on all the other pages. One problem she hadn't had
time to finish, she just scribbled down an equation, just so she might get
some sort of partial credit. Nope, not partial credit. Full credit. And
scrawled under the problem, in the teacher's handwriting: "Close enough."
     Jennifer clutched the test close to her. She had been careful not to
let anyone see the test, or the grade she had received on it. She told
everyone she had received a 'C', which was probably fairly close to the
truth, since that's what she probably should have received. Had powers
not worked in her favor. Mark's powers.
     Jennifer walked towards her dorm through the grassy quad in the
middle of campus. The sky was painted orange by the setting sun, and the
quad was fairly empty, as it usually was at dusk. The occasional student
walked from a late class, but overall most people were inside already.
The air was starting to get chilly, and Jennifer told herself she needed to
get back and put on warmer clothes. The cool air slipped over her bare
legs as she strolled along. Ordinarily, she would have enjoyed the walk
back to the dorm as the sun set, but she was too preoccupied.
     Since the last time she had seen Mark, her perception of him had
changed considerably. Or rather, she now allowed herself to HAVE a
perception of him. Maybe it was the revelation that he too was a student
at the college; maybe his strange behavior just before he had left her in
the library. Whatever it was, he was on her mind a lot. She hadn't dared to
let herself consider what he was like before, taking it for granted that he
was a monster, pure and simple. A mind-raper. But now she found herself
wondering about him. About what kind of person he was when he wasn't
controlling her. She really knew nothing about him, Nothing at all.
     When she had last seen Mark, she had exposed herself before him, and
she remembered he had touched her clit, then run his finger down the
length of her slit. At the time she had been too consumed with sexual
frustration to consider the implications of it. It wasn't until afterwards
that she had made a realization: that was really the first time he had
touched her. Well, that wasn't entirely true. He had kissed her a number of
times, and he had taken her hand to lead her around. But he hadn't really
touched her sexually until then, and afterwards, she started to wonder
why. Why hadn't he ever had sex with her? He certainly hadn't lacked for
opportunities. Yet he barely even touched her. Why?
     Jennifer was thinking about this, and about her physics test, and
wasn't paying any attention to her surroundings, just enough to know she
was on the route back to her dorm. She was walking on the sidewalk,
along the road that led through the middle of the campus, and didn't notice
the car until it pulled up beside her. 
     Jennifer stopped, surprised, almost dropping her books. It was a
white car, very shiny, very sleek. Brand new. The driver stopped the
motor, and Jennifer looked through the window to see who it was. She
wasn't very surprised to see Mark smiling at her, having figured that he
would show up to at least explain her test.
     Jennifer stopped, pressing her legs together against the cold, and
waited for him to get out. Her heart had started to speed up, and she
shivered, though whether it was because of the cold or in anticipation of
Mark's orders, she did not know. She let her eyes follow him as he opened
the door and stepped from the car.
     "Hello, Jennifer." he smiled at her and nodded politely. His voice was
very formal. He likes to be formal, Jennifer thought to herself. Like he's
being a gentleman.
     "Hi, Mark." she said uncertainly, trying to decide whether she should
address the subject of her test or wait until he did.
     "How do you like my new car?" he indicated the sleek white beast he
had arrived in. Jennifer slid her eyes over its curves. It looked expensive.
Probably obtained by his power. That seemed to be how Mark obtained
everything.
     Including me, Jenny thought. "It's nice." she said quietly. 
     "I'm glad you like it." he grinned, patting its hood as if it was a
pet dog. "It's brand new. Drives like a dream. Want to go for a ride?"
     "All right." she said simply, and stepped over to the passenger side.
As she turned around, her fingers caught in the door handle, she saw he was
following her over. She watched him as he approached, wondering what he had
in mind.
     He must have seen the confusion in her eyes, for he smiled. "The seat
covers are sheepskin. Very soft and plush." Jennifer looked in the car, and
noted the white fur on the seats. She looked back at Mark, waiting for him to
explain further.
     "I think you would appreciate the feeling of it against your bare
skin." He was watching her face, but as he spoke this line, he quickly ran
his eyes down her body, then returned back to her face. She knew what he
wanted before he even asked. "Take off all of your clothes, Jennifer. Put
them in the back seat, then get in the front." He waited.
     Jennifer took a quick look around to see if anyone was watching. The
quad was fairly deserted, and those few who were there were not paying
attention to her. Her fingers traced the top button of her blouse,
considering, and then she slipped it out of its hole. I'm getting bolder, she
thought. This doesn't bother me as much.
     As she moved her hands down her blouse, button by button, she spoke.
"I got an A on my test." 
     "Really? Congratulations!" Jennifer glanced up to see him grinning,
his usual smug grin, the grin that was born from the confidence of his
power. She dropped her eyes again.
     "It was you, wasn't it." A murmur as she pulled the edges of her
blouse out from the top of her skirt. She slipped it off, feeling the cold
air against her now bare skin. Her nipples pressed against the soft inner
layer of her bra, hardening as the cold seeped in. Mark moved around her
and opened the back door for her; she dropped the blouse in and watched it
fall in a heap of silk.
     "I told you to have faith in me, Jennifer." Mark said. Jennifer could
feel his eyes on her breasts as she akwardly reached back and undid the clasp
of her bra. It made her uncomfortable. She let the straps slide down her arms
and was aware her breasts were now in view, the nipples pert in the cold.
Mark continued, his voice lower. "You didn't need to worry about that physics
test. I told you I would take care of you." Jennifer dropped the bra beside
her blouse, feeling the air wash over her naked top. She stopped to gaze at
Mark.
     "You used your power. On the teacher. I didn't deserve an A. But you
made him give me one anyway." she stated.
     Mark nodded. "Yes, Jenny. That's what I did." He gestured at her
skirt.  "Come on, the rest."
     Jennifer unzipped the back of the skirt, and slipped it to the
ground, watching it pool in a dark circle at her feet. "Mark..." she said. "I
want to ask you for something." 
     "What?"
     She wouldn't meet his eyes. "I want you to stop doing that. Don't
make the teachers give me A's." She dropped the skirt in the car.
     "Huh? Why not?"
     Jennifer had been slow removing her other clothes, but when she came
to her panties, she suddenly decided to pull them off quickly, hoping that
the sight of her body, completely naked before him, would distract Mark
enough that he would agree. She tossed the tiny pink garment onto the back
seat, and stood facing him, her tan flesh reflecting the street lights.
"Because." she said. "Because if I get an A, I want it to be because of me,
not because you used your power. I appreciate it, I really do, Mark.  But I'd
rather do it myself, ok?"
     Mark stared at her for a moment, considering. A cold breeze blew over
Jennifer's flesh, and she suppressed the shiver that threatened to course
through her. Be impassive, she thought. Act like you don't care that you're
naked out in front of everyone. Be patient. She waited for his answer.
     Finally, he shrugged. "Very well, slave Jennifer. I did it for you,
but if you would rather I did not, well, hey, it saves me the effort." He
shut the back door and moved over to the other side. Jennifer, very aware of
her nakedness, waited for him to unlock her door. She looked around to see if
she had gone unnoticed, and she had not. A guy was staring at her as he
walked down the sidewalk, his mouth slightly opened and his eyes on her body.
Jennifer's heart beat faster, but she found she didn't care that much that he
stared. She was naked, and there was nothing she could do about it. If he
found her nakedness so entrancing, then so be it.
     Mark finally unlocked her door, and she gratefully stepped in and
closed the door behind her. As Mark started the car, Jennifer pressed into
the seat for warmth. He had been right; the seat cover really did feel nice
against her bare skin. She rubbed her back against it, enjoying its softness.
Mark pulled away from the curb.
     They were driving along now, through the campus. Fortunately it was
dark enough that no one could really see her in the car very well.
Nevertheless, she crunched herself down until they left the campus. As they
pulled out into the surrounding suburban area, she allowed herself to stretch
out and relax more.
     They stopped at a stoplight, and Mark looked over at her while they
waited. "You have a lovely body, Jennifer." he said, his eyes running
appreciatively over Jennifer's bare flesh.
     She blushed slightly. "Thanks." she murmured. Having found her voice,
she asked "Where are we going?"
     "Oh, nowhere in particular." He answered. The light turned green, and
they started off again. "I mean, I didn't really have any place in mind. I
thought we would just drive." He paused. "What do you think of the car?
Pretty nice, huh?"
     "How did you get it?"
     Mark glanced at her as he drove. His voice was gruffer when he
answered. "What do you mean? I used my power, of course." Jennifer was
noticing that he drove awfully fast. She clutched the armrest.
     "Yeah...." Jennifer said. "That's what I thought." She watched the
surroundings pass by outside. 
     "So what do you think of it?"
     "It's nice." she said. Her voice was very neutral. A Mcdonalds flashed
by her window. A man on a bicycle. Jennifer tried to let her mind float
with the passing scenery. Then they roared up a ramp onto the freeway.
She heard Mark speak again. "How did you think I would have gotten this
car?" he asked.
     "Oh, I don't know." she answered. She found it hard to focus; her eyes
were hypnotized by the scenery flashing by outside. "Maybe you're rich or
something? I suppose it doesn't matter. It's all kind of the same anyway."
     "What do you mean?"
     Jenny really didn't know what she meant, but she tried to explain
anyhow. "You know. You can do things the rest of us can't. Get cars without
even thinking about it. You have that power." Jennifer noticed they were
passing the other cars on the road now, roaring by them. She nervously
glanced at the speedometer. They were going close to 85. Her fingers pressed
into the arm rest, and then she remembered to fasten her seatbelt. The strap
scraped against her nipple as she crossed it over her body.
     When she looked at Mark, he was grinning. "Nervous, Jennifer?" he
chuckled. "Like I said, you need to learn to have faith in me. I'm not going
to crash us. I'm a good driver...I just like to drive fast." Mark reached
over and ran his hand affectionately over Jenny's cheek to her hair, then
returned to driving. Was that supposed to comfort me? Jenny asked herself. It
didn't help very much.
     Jenny saw the flashing lights flickering on the dashboard seconds
before they heard the siren. "Uh, oh." said Mark. He started to pull over to
the side. Jennifer whirled backwards to see a police car behind them.
     "The police!" she said. She stared at Mark, panic dancing in her eyes.
"Oh, god, Mark, now you've done it, the police are pulling us over, and I'm
completely naked...I knew you should have slowed down! What are they
going to do?" Jennifer had never been pulled over in her life. She started
to turn around to get her clothes out of the back seat. 
     Then she felt Mark's hand grab her shoulder and whirl her back
around. "No." he said. His eyes were flashing at her, and his voice was
hard. "Did I tell you that you could put your clothes back on? Huh? Answer,
slave Jennifer."
     Jennifer crumpled, pressing back against the seat as if she was
trying to sink into it. "No, master." she whispered.
     "No, I didn't. So just sit back and let me handle things." They were
on the side of the road now, and the police car was settling in behind them.
When Mark spoke again, his voice was softer. "I told you to trust me,
Jennifer. I can handle the police, you don't have to worry about that."
Behind them, the door of the police car slammed shut, and they heard the
clicking of the cop's heels against the pavement. Mark rolled down the
window.
     The policeman had a thin, hardened face, and he wore reflective
sunglasses. Jennifer saw Mark's smile reflected in them. "What can I do for
you, officer?" he asked.
     The officer did not return the smile. "You were driving pretty fast
there, mister." he grunted.
     Mark only grinned. "No, I wasn't." He answered.
     "No, you weren't." repeated the officer. He sounded confused. "Yeah,
I guess you weren't. Sorry, mister." He started to walk off, and then Jenny
saw her naked body reflected in his sunglasses. He stared at her, and Jenny
felt the urge to shrink into the seat. The cop turned back to Mark.
     "What's with the girl?" the officer asked.
     "Oh, her?" Mark answered nonchalantly. "Don't worry about her,
officer. She's my girlfriend. She likes to go nude all the time; it turns her
on."
     The officer considered Mark's answer, then looked back at Jennifer.
Jenny cringed under his appraisel. Then the man spoke again, this time to
her. "Is that right, miss? Are you doing this by choice, or is he forcing you
into it?" He waited.
     Jennifer opened her mouth to answer, then closed it again. Mark was
watching her, his eyes intense. She started to speak again, to say yes, it
was by her own choice, but she couldn't. She closed her mouth again, and
glanced nervously at Mark.
     That was all the answer the cop needed. He started to tug on his gun.
"Ok, mister. Why don't you get out of the car." Mark turned to glare at
Jenny, then looked back at the cop.
     "You trust me." he said. His voice was cold. The officer went rigid;
his hand fell away from his gun.
     "I trust you." the policeman repeated.
     "I've done nothing wrong. You have no need for me to get out of my
car."
     The policeman shook his head. "Yes. Yes, you're right. I'm sorry to
bother you, mister." The policeman started to walk back to his car.
     "Wait." said Mark. The cop froze. Mark turned to direct a cold stare
at Jennifer, then he turned back to the policeman. "You trust me, but you
don't trust the girl. She looks suspicious. She is undoubtedly carrying
concealed weapons in all the clothes she is wearing."
     Jennifer gaped at Mark, then looked at the policeman, who had fixed
his eyes on her. The cop spoke; his voice was low and dangerous. "Would you
please step out of the car, miss. And for your sake, keep your hands behind
your head." Jennifer stared at Mark helplessly; he only watched her,
amusement dancing behind his eyes.
     The policeman had started to unsnap his gun, and Jennifer numbly
unlocked her door and opened it. The cold air rushed in over her nakedness.
She stepped outside, and was careful to keep her hands behind her head.  The
policeman came over to her, and she saw that Mark, too, got out of the car
and walked over to stand beside her.
     "Up against the car, please." commanded the cop.
     "What?" asked Jennifer, staring at him. 
     The man walked over to her and pushed her roughly toward the car. "I
said up against the car! Put your hands against the side!" Jennifer let
herself be pushed up against the car, her mind racing. She felt exposed, her
hands pressed against the top of the car, her bare ass jutting out behind
her. The tips of her nipples brushed the side of the car. It was cold, very
cold.
     She heard Mark speak. "Take your time." he told the cop. "And be
gentle."
     Jennifer stared over the car into the street, watching other cars
drive by oblivious to her plight. Then she felt leather clad fingers slipping
between her legs, touching her on the inner thigh. "Spread your legs."
commanded the officer. Jennifer gasped. Her face hot, she yielded to his
pressure, scissoring her legs open. Now she felt very exposed. Open to his
exploration.
     The officer started on her upper arms, patting them with his hands.
She felt the black leather of his gloves against her bare skin; it was a
strange, cool feeling. Then he slipped his hands under her arms and started
to pat his way down her front. His hands lingered at her breasts, pressing
them against her body, and her breathing became heavier as a wave of
-something - pleasure? - went through her. It was a strange feeling. His
thumbs slipped over her nipples, casually, and then he was moving down the
flesh on her belly, patting her gently, looking for concealed weapons in her
bare flesh. His fingers brushed against the edge of her pubic triangle on
either side, and then started down her long legs.  The black leather slipped
down the front of her legs, and then started up the back.
     Finally, he reached her ass, and he paused. She tensed in
anticipation, and her breathing was very ragged. She could feel herself
getting slick between her legs, even as she told herself that she shouldn't
be enjoying the experience. Somehow that only made it more erotic.  Finally,
she felt the leather press against her buttocks, and his patting motion had
become more of a sliding. One leather finger slipped, almost against its
will, tracing the line of her ass up to the small of her back.  She gasped;
the police weren't supposed to search people like this, were they? The finger
started down her her again, slipping between her buttocks, sliding gently
over her asshole, moving slowly, closer and closer to her wet pussy. Then the
leather finger perched against her swollen lips, stopping, almost
considering. Jennifer waited, breathing heavily, her whole body anticipating.
Waiting. Then the finger slipped inside her. She gasped again, the leather
slick with her juices, feeling herself penetrated, his finger moving inside
her like some tiny leather penis.
     Abruptly, he pulled his finger out, and quickly, roughly, patted his
way up her back. He turned away, and Jennifer almost collapsed against the
car. Her legs trembled. The policeman turned to Mark. "She's clean."  she
heard him say. Then his heels were clicking, going back to the police car.
Jennifer felt her flesh press against the cold car; she was aware that she
had been sweating, even amidst the cold. A hand patted her on the shoulder;
Mark's hand. "Come on, Jennifer. Get back inside the car." he said gently.
She allowed him to open the door for her, and then collapsed inside against
the seat covers. The space between her legs was sticky with her fluids; she
wished she had something to wipe it off with, to keep herself from getting it
on the seat covers.
     The police car drove off. Mark got in beside her, and started the
car.  Jennifer leaned back as they pulled away from the side. Once again, she
had been allowed to feel pleasure without reaching any sort of climax, and it
left her restless. As they drove along, her eyes drifted to Mark's crotch.
Was he hard or not? She couldn't tell through his pants. She wondered if he
would decide to have sex with her. More importantly...did she want him to?
Jennifer thought about this as they drove along, her restlessness
(horniness?) fighting with her pride. Finally, she decided she did not. It
wasn't worth it, after all, wasn't sex more than just a means of obtaining
satisfaction? It should be more, anyhow, it should be a love- thing, Jenny
told herself. And she certainly did not love Mark.
     Nevertheless, Jennifer desired some sort of climax, so she started to
move her finger up and down on the tip of her clitoris, massaging her way to
an orgasm. She had her hand slipped under the strap of the seatbelt, so that
Mark couldn't tell she was doing it, and she used all of her self-control to
keep from gasping out. Finally, she felt it shudder through her. It was a
small orgasm, but her body still tensed and buckled, and she let a gasp
escape her mouth, despite all her efforts to keep it in.
     Mark whirled, staring at her. "What are you doing?!?" he blurted,
then his eyes went from her hand at her clit to her flushed face, and he
knew.  "What did you do? You just made yourself have an orgasm?" He gaped at
her. "I didn't tell you to do that!"
     Jennifer shook her head, breathing heavily. "No." she said. "But I
needed to. After that policeman, I just had to feel myself come."
     Mark looked back at the road. "I didn't say you could do that." he
said.  "You weren't supposed to do that."
     "Oh?" asked Jennifer, curious. "What was I supposed to do?"
     "Nothing!" he thundered. "Nothing until I tell you to do something!
You've been a bad slave, Jennifer." He shook his head.
     "Would it please you to know that I enjoyed it, master?" Jenny
ventured, tacking the 'master' at the end in hopes of calming him down.
     "Enjoyed it? Of course you enjoyed it! It was an orgasm! No, you'll
have to be punished, my slave. You'll have to learn that you don't get off
until I let you. You don't come until I finally decide you can come. Until
then, you'll have to wait. Yes, you'll have to be punished." They had left
the freeway, and Mark was looking around, driving aimlessly, as if looking
for something in particular. Finally, he seemed to find it. He parked at the
side of the street.
     "Here is your punishment, Jennifer." he stated. "You will get out,
and walk over to that stop sign way over there." She could see the sign he
pointed at; it was about fifty feet away. "Wait there and I'll pick you up."
     Jennifer looked at the street he wanted her to walk down. It was a
fairly wide street in a seedy neighborhood, with two lanes going both
directions. Not a particularly busy street, but busy enough that at least
someone would see her. Even worse, she could see a bum sitting at a bus stop,
and a bunch of little kids playing outside an apartment. She would have to
walk right past them, completely naked. Jennifer turned to Mark, to beg for
something, anything else to do besides this.
     But he wasn't putting up with it. "Get out." he said, and Jennifer
felt herself compelled to leave the car. The compulsion didn't leave until
she found herself standing on the sidewalk, watching Mark drive off. Watching
him leave her.
     She looked down the street. This was the worst he had ever done. For
all she knew, he was gone for good. He had left her in the bad part of town,
completely naked.
     "No." she thought. "Learn to have faith. Mark wouldn't do that. He
wouldn't!" She whispered this vehemently. It was either believe it or go mad.
A car honked as it drove by; a man in the passengers seat howled out the
window at her. It scared her. She retreated into the shadows.
     Again she looked down the street. This won't be over until you do it,
she told herself, and she forced her legs to start walking.
     She passed the bum first. He stared at her legs the entire time, and
for a moment she was scared that he would reach out and try to touch
them. But apparently he was too drunk to do anything more than gape.
     Other cars drove by. One man started to pull over, then apparently
decided against it, and drove off again. This really shook her. Another lady
stuck her head out the window, and screamed at her in some language that
seemed to be mostly l's and g's.
     The kids watched her from a distance, and she heard them talking,
heard the words "tittys" "boobs." Finally they all ran into the apartment,
long before she could get near them. As she passed by, she saw them
staring out the windows at her.
     Then she passed an alleyway. And looking down the alley, she saw a
hungry pack of teenagers. They were sitting, talking amongst themselves,
but as she passed, one saw her and pointed her out. "Hey, check the naked
chick!" he called. The others immediately focused at Jenny. Oh, shit, she
thought. Oh, god. She started to walk faster. Where the hell was Mark?
     "Hey, whereya going, whore?" One yelled, and they all stood and
started walking towards her. Walking towards her purposefully. Jenny
freaked out. She started to run.
     "Hey, she's running!" "Get her!" Shoes slammed the pavement behind
her. Jenny was a runner; she liked to run. Most of the guys couldn't catch
up with her. She left them all behind, all but one. One that caught up to
her and grabbed her arm, almost wrenching it out of its socket. He caught
her, and she rebounded as he pulled her back. Back into the pack. He
wrapped his arms around her waist and held her tightly. The others
approached; they smelled of cheap liquor. They held out their hands,
twisted into claws, moving them to her body to pinch and grab. She
struggled, but could not do any more than make them all laugh at her fear.
"Let's screw the bitch." one said. Rape, thought Jennifer. She felt cold.
Helpless.
     And then Mark was there. "Let her go!" he screamed. Jennifer felt the
arms around her grow limp and fall. Mark ran over. He turned to one.
"You're crippled." he told the guy. The guy fell to the ground screaming, his
legs crumpling under him. Mark turned to another. "You're a dog." The man
fell to all fours and scampered off.
     One of the other members pulled a knife and moved as if to strike at
Mark. "Eat it." commanded Mark. Jennifer tried to turn away, but she
couldn't. She stood spellbound as the teenager stuck the knife into his
mouth and tried to push it down his throat. Blood started to drip from his
mouth, but the man couldn't stop. He got the blade about halfway down
before he collapsed unconscious.
     The other teenagers were running away from Mark and his
frightening power. Mark suspended the man who had caught Jennifer by
telling him to stop. Then he screamed at all the others. "You all eat shit!"
Jennifer didn't want to think about what that would mean for the
teenagers.
     Mark turned to the last guy, who was frozen helplessly. "You." Mark
said. His voice was full of rage, burning with hostility. "You tried to hurt
my Jennifer." The man trembled before Mark's wraith. Then Mark turned to
Jennifer. "Jenny, what do you want me to do with him? I give his fate to
you to decide."
     "Oh, Mark." said Jennifer. She really didn't know what to say. "Tell
him to turn himself in, ok? That's all I want."
     Mark smiled, and before Jennifer knew it, he was kissing her. He
pulled away. "You're too nice." he told her. Then he turned to the guy. "You
heard that? You'll turn yourself in. You'll confess to every crime you've
ever done, including this attempted rape, and then you'll turn over a new
life. You'll try to be an outstanding citizen. Ok? Do you understand?" The
guy nodded mutely, tears running down his face. "Now, get hard." The
man's eyes opened in surprise as a bulge appeared at his crotch. "You are
about to have the biggest orgasm of your life. Can you feel it? Your balls
are just fit to burst with jism. How does it feel? Good?" The man moaned.
"Good." And Mark slammed his foot into the man's balls. The man screamed
and collapsed to the ground, clutching his crotch and screaming. He
continued to scream as Mark led Jennifer back to the car. He told her to
get dressed.
     "I'm sorry about that, Jennifer." he said as she put on her clothes.
"It wasn't supposed to have gone that way. I tried to control it, I did, but
I couldn't. I didn't know about that alley."
     "You can never control everything." Jennifer murmured as she slipped
her blouse on.
     "No, no, I suppose you can't." He watched as she finished putting on
her clothes. "Jennifer." Jenny felt his power washing over her. "I want you
to never, ever have any nightmares about what almost happened here. Ok?"
     "Ok." she said. They got back into the car, and Mark drove her back
to her dorm. They drove in silence.
     Finally, they arrived at the dorm parking lot. Mark stopped the car,
without a word, and waited. Jennifer grabbed her physics books and her test,
and opened the door. She was just about to step out, when on a strange
impulse, she turned around and pressed a kiss against Mark's cheek. He turned
to stare at her in surprise.
     "What...?" he started.
     "I'm learning to have faith." she said simply, and before he could
respond, she had stepped out of the car and was running back to the door
of her dorm.


     Controlling Jennifer V: Splices of Life Part I

     "Your boyfriend called."
     Jennifer glanced at Darlene as she walked in. Darlene was smiling at
her; a taunting kind of smile, the kind Darlene gave Jennifer when she
thought she knew something. Jennifer put down her bookbag and sat down
on her bed. Amy, the blonde girl from down the hall, was sitting on
Darlene's bed reading a Newsweek. She looked up from her magazine to
smile at Jennifer, a smile that echoed Darlenes. Between the two of them,
Jennifer felt very much like she was on display. She glanced between the
two of them, trying to decide who Darlene was referring to.
     She finally ventured a guess. "You mean Mark?" she asked. The
expressions of dismay rapidly transforming to intense interest on both
Darlene's and Amy's faces told Jennifer she had guessed wrong. She
sighed.
     "No, actually I meant Jacob. Who's Mark?" asked Darlene, her
glittering eyes fixed on Jennifer. Jennifer looked down. "Jennifer, hon...
you met a guy and you didn't tell me?"
     Jennifer pretended to shuffle through her notebook. "I swear, you
two." she murmured. "You act like a couple of interrogators."
     "Of course!" chirped Amy. "We're girls! We're supposed to gossip!" She
bounded over and sat next to Jennifer. Amy was always full of energy, and
acted kind of ditzy; almost the stereotypical blond, except her frame was
somewhat squat and she was more of an athlete than a socialite. "Come
on, Jen! You're supposed to tell us everything. Whose Mark?" Amy leaned
forward in anticipation.
     Jennifer retreated over to Darlene's bed. "Close the door, will you,
Amy?" she said.
     Amy's eyes lit up, and she jumped up to slide the door silently
closed. "Wow! Big secrets, Jen?" Amy plopped onto Jennifer's bed, sitting
cross-legged.
     "No, no big secrets." said Jennifer. If only they knew, she thought to
herself, then went on. "I just don't want Jacob to burst in on me. I kinda
don't want to see him right now."
     "He gave me a message for you." reported Darlene. "He wants to know
if you want to go to the frat party with him tomorrow." She regarded
Jennifer in silence for a moment, then spoke. "Rumor has it Jacob and you
are a couple." she remarked ominously. "Jacob complained to me that you
are ignoring him. He sounded kind of angry..."
     "What's up, Jen?" burst Amy. "You can tell us!" Amy leaned forward in
barely controlled anticipation.
     Jenny just shook her head. She felt like crying. "I don't need this
right now, I really don't." she mumbled. She looked up at Darlene and
Amy's expectant faces. "Jacob's been mad at me. I slept with him twice,
and he thinks that makes me his girlfriend."
     "You slept with him TWICE?!?" burst in Amy. Jennifer stared at her,
and Amy put her hand over her mouth. "Oop. Sorry. Go on, go on!"
     "I don't WANT a boyfriend!" declared Jennifer. "I keep telling him
that, but he refuses to accept it. He's being a real asshole about it. I
mean, guys can sleep with girls, and it means nothing, right? But I sleep
with Jacob and suddenly I'm his." She hit the bed with a fist and frowned.
"It makes me mad."
     "Maybe you shouldn't have slept with him the second time..." ventured
Darlene.
     Jennifer sighed. "No kidding. But I didn't know he would get this way.
Besides...well...the first time was really good. For both of us. The second
time was bad though. Anyhow, I think the first time has him a little
obsessed with me. He said it was the best sex has ever been for him."
     "Wow!" said Amy. "Jennifer, you slut!" Amy grinned, and Jennifer
could tell she was only teasing, but the word came uncomfortably close
to how Jennifer had felt about herself with Jacob. 
     "Men are assholes." declared Darlene. "So who's Mark?"
     Jennifer sighed. What a question. Mark was a mind rapist, he was a
manipulator, a controller. He was a dangerous being with far too much
power. He was also a romantic, in his own twisted way, and he seemed to
genuinely care for Jennifer. "Mark's another asshole." she said bitterly.
     "Is it Mark Haflin?" asked Darlene. "Red-brown hair?"
     Jennifer shook her head. "No, different guy. I don't think you know
him."
     "Where'd you meet him?" asked Amy.
     "Ah...in the park one day, while I was walking to the track to run."
     "You don't run anymore, do you, Jen?" Darlene interrupted.
     "Ah, no. I haven't for a while at least."
     Darlene nodded. "Yeah. I'd noticed you had stopped. Sorry to
interrupt, go on."
     "Mark." Jennifer said. "You ever have one of those guys who seems to
really care about you, and does all these things for you, but he also acts
like a complete arrogant bastard? That's Mark."
     "Have you slept with him?" asked Amy.
     "Amy!" snapped Darlene. "What a question!"
     "No." said Jennifer, and that too brought up a chaotic jumble of
thoughts, arguments she had gone over again and again. It all came to the
same question; why not? "No, I haven't slept with him."
     "That's good." Darlene approved with a decisive nod. That was
Darlene; when it came to other peoples relationships, she took on the
crisp mannerisms of an army general. "Makes things less complicated."
     Jenny sighed. "You don't know how complicated things are." she said.
"Jacob is bothering me, but at least I can understand him. I don't
understand Mark at all. He's the strangest person I've ever met. Every time
I think I've got him placed, he does something completely different. It's
so... confusing."
     "Well, I'll help you with Jacob." announced Darlene. "I'll talk to him
and tell him that you aren't interested in being his girlfriend, and to leave
you alone. Mark, on the other hand, you'll have to handle on your own."
     "No, Darlene, don't do that. I can deal with Jacob. Just let me take
care of him, okay? It'll sound bad if you tell him. I need to do it."
     Darlene shrugged. "You sure?"
     "Yeah, I'm sure." said Jennifer.
     Darlene waved her hands at Jennifer, her way of indicating she was
cleaning her hands of the situation. "Fine. He's all yours."
     "Hey, Jen! You want to go to a dance tomorrow night up at Borris?"
asked Amy. Borris hall was a dorm to the north of the campus, known for
its high freshman population. "A bunch of us were going to go, and you
should, too. It'll get your mind off of things. Have some fun, maybe meet
some new guys."
     "Yeah." agreed Darlene. "Plus, you won't have to worry about Jacob
seeing you, because he's going to the frat party."
     Jennifer considered it. She hadn't gone to any parties since she had
met Mark, and the idea appealed to her. She liked to dance. "Yeah, that
sounds like fun. I'll go."
     "Good." nodded Darlene. "We were going to hit Pizza Hut for dinner,
then go to the dance around 8:30 or so. That should be late enough for
things to have started up there. Dress to kill." Amy giggled, and her bright
eyes danced over Jennifer.
     Jennifer smiled. At least she had friends.

     "The lasagna isn't bad, but the chicken...urgh!" Jennifer's eyes went
wide, and she could feel herself unconsciously shrinking down in her seat.
     It was the next day, and Jennifer was eating lunch with a girl in her
Chinese Culture class named Ann Pajaro. Ann was a math major, an
intense young lady with cold dark eyes and a mind like a computer. They
traditionally ate lunch together after Chinese Culture, a class they both
took to fulfill requirements and a class they both disliked intensely.
     Ann, with her usual lack of subtlety, twisted around and looked to
see what was distressing Jennifer. "What?" she demanded.
     "Don't look! It's Jacob. I don't want to talk to him. Quick, pretend
you don't see him." Jennifer covered her hand with her face, hoping he
wouldn't see them.
     "Too late." said Ann. "He's coming this way."
     "Darn." muttered Jennifer. They watched as Jacob and some other guy
wandered their way back to where the two girls were sitting.
     "Hey, Jennifer." said Jacob, and he took the seat next to her. The
other guy, a dark-haired man with thick muscles, took the seat next to
Ann. Probably another wrestler, or a football guy. Or both.
     Jennifer forced cheer into her voice. "Hey, Jacob." she said. "How
are you?"
     "We need to talk." he said. Jennifer fought off the urge to sigh.
Talk, yeah, right. The same talk they had had before. It never solved
anything.
     "About what?"
     "You know about what! Jen, can we go somewhere private?"
     "I can't do that. I'm eating with Ann. Can we talk later?"
     The dark-haired man spoke. "I'm Greg, by the way."
     Jacob ignored him. "Damn it, Jen! You always want to talk later! I'm
not going to be put off this time!"
     "Hi, I'm Ann." said Ann to Greg.
     "What are we going to talk about, Jake? What is there new to talk
about? We've had this talk before. There's nothing more to discuss!"
     "Yes, there is." Jacob said, his voice hard. "Jennifer, I don't see
why you have to be so stubborn!" He looked at Ann and Greg, then back at
Jennifer. "Look, let's go to another table, all right?"
     "No, Jacob! Don't you understand? No! I don't want a boyfriend right
now. You're nice, but right now, I need you to please leave me alone! Okay?
Please, Jacob." She pleaded. "I need you as a friend right now. Stop trying
to complicate things."
     "Oh, a friend." spat Jacob. "And do you screw all your friends, then?"
     "Jacob! Stop it!" Jennifer recoiled with shock at the low blow and the
hostility in Jacob's voice.
     "No, Jenny, I'm not going to stop." he snarled. "I'm not going to
watch you go around and act like there's nothing between us."
     "Jacob, there IS nothing between us." Jennifer interrupted. The whole
argument was making her sick. She wished Jacob would stop.
     "The hell there isn't! Those two times don't mean anything? You just
using me to get off? Fuck that, Jennifer! I'm not going to let you just set
me aside like some toy." His voice was rising now.
     Jennifer looked at Ann and Greg, who were watching the
conversation like spectators at a boxing match. Finally she stood. "I'm
leaving." She said, her voice tight. She lifted her tray and walked away.
     "Wait, I'm coming too!" called Ann behind her, and soon Ann was
walking beside her. Behind them both, they heard Greg telling Jacob to
cool down. "Wow. Some argument." said Ann. "I didn't even know you two
were even dating."
     "We aren't." said Jennifer. "I'm sorry you had to see that, Ann."
     Ann just shrugged.
     Afterwards, Jennifer went back to her room and stared at the
ceiling. Why do I have so much problems? She asked herself. Why me?
Jennifer put on her sad music, her recording of the Pachelbel Canon, and
for the first time in a long while, Jennifer let herself cry.
     And when she couldn't cry anymore, she thought about Mark.

     Later that day, Jennifer went with Darlene, Amy, and four other girls
to Pizza Hut. Jennifer had been contemplating skipping the whole thing,
but at the last minute, Darlene had firmly ordered her to go. "It'll cheer
you up, Jen. I don't want you lying around the room all night feeling sorry
for yourself. You might start getting suicidal or something." Jennifer felt
left out at the restaurant. Everyone else seemed to be in such good moods,
talking, laughing, carrying on. Jennifer tried to make an effort to enjoy
herself, and to be good company, but she had a feeling she was doing a bad
job of it.
     They were done with dinner at 7, and all went to Amy's room, where
Amy brought out some bottles of alcohol, and started passing out cups.
Darlene tried to get Jennifer to drink. "C'mon, Jenny, it'll loosen you up,
make you have more fun." But Jennifer was not a drinker; it was not that
she had something morally against it, she just really didn't like the taste.
Besides, wasn't alcohol a depressant or something? She couldn't afford to
get even more depressed. She refused their offers of liquor, and felt
really left out as the rest of them rapidly got plastered and started
laughing at silly things.
     "Darlene, I think I'm going to go back to the room, ok? I really don't
think I'm going to be good company."
     Darlene threw her arm around Jenny. "Nooooo! No, Jennifer! You can't
leave me here. Ohhh, Jen, I feel so drunk. You'll have to take care of me, I
need you, don't leave...." So Jennifer stayed. 
     Around 9, they all decided to stagger along to the dance. "Jen's our
guide!" they declared with glee. "She's the only one sober. Lead us there,
Jenny!" So Jennifer put herself in control of the group of giggling, silly
girls, all who were a great deal happier than they had any right to be, and
she led them up to the lobby of Borris hall.
     The party was going at full force, and the dance floor was packed.
The music was loud and blaring, music that didn't need to be much more
than a beat, and usually wasn't. Lights flashed across the ceiling, and
people swirled on the dance floor.
     The group of girls formed a circle on the outskirts of the dance
floor, and started to dance. At first, Jenny had a hard time getting into it,
but after awhile, her body started to follow along to the rhythm, and she
let her mind loosen as she looked around at all the happy people on the
dance floor.
     That's what I like about dancing, she thought to herself. Everyone
always looks so happy. Gradually, Jennifer felt herself start to loosen up,
and every time she looked at Darlene and Amy, they smiled back at her,
drunken, infectious smiles. Soon Jennifer started to smile back.
     She let her eyes wander around the floor, occasionally seeing people
she knew as they swirled and gyrated to the crushing beat that swept
through them all. The group of girls started moving more toward the
center as people left the middle of the floor and others appeared on the
ouskirts. Pretty soon, everyone around Jennifer was in motion. She felt
adrenalized, and it was a good feeling. She let the music move her body, in
motion almost without conscious thought.
     It was then she saw Mark.
     He was sitting on the side of the dance floor, in one of the seats by
himself. For once, it appeared as if she had seen him before he had seen
her. He was watching the people dance on the floor. Jennifer faltered in
keeping the beat. What do I do? She asked herself. Should I talk to him?
Jennifer looked at Darlene and the others, swaying happily. What if Mark
saw her when she was with all her friends? What would happen? Jennifer
decided she would rather not have Mark meet her friends, or vice versa.
     She poked Darlene. "I'm going to the bathroom." she shouted over the
loud music. "I'll be back." Darlene smiled and nodded, and Jennifer made
her way through the swirl of bodies towards where Mark sat.
     Mark saw her approaching, and he smiled at her. A different sort of
smile, a less confident, more peaceful smile than his usual. Jennifer
walked over and sat next to him.
     "Hi, Mark." she said.
     "Hey, Jennifer." He leaned towards her to be heard. "Wow, I didn't
know you were here." 
     She nodded. "I figured you would see me eventually." She paused; so
far the encounter had been very ordinary, and she wanted to keep it that
way. "Are you here to dance, Mark?"
    He shook his head. "I don't dance much." he told her. "No, I just like to
come to these things to watch other people dance. It's so...chaotic." He let
his eyes roam around the floor, and then he focused on her again. "This is
where I first saw you, you know."
     "It is?" Jennifer leaned forward to hear him better.
     Mark looked out onto the dance floor again. "Well, not here, but at a
dance. Remember that Halloween party? That's when I first saw you,
dancing out there, in the crowd." Jennifer watched his profile as he spoke,
watched the lights flashing over his face. His eyes had an unfocused,
blurred look to them. Then he was looking at her again. "I like the way you
dance, Jennifer. There's...something about it, I can't say what it is. That's
what attracted me to you. You seemed to go into it with such abandon.
Like it was your last night to be alive, and all you wanted to do was to
dance until you dropped. And, I don't know, it was sexual, but not openly
sexual. More subtley sexual, I guess, like you were acting sexy but didn't
know it, and that only made it more erotic. I really liked watching you
dance, Jennifer."
     "I'm not a very good dancer." she murmured, a little embarassed by
his words. Her face was hot, and she tried to keep the blush from showing.
It was the intensity with which he spoke; she found it hard to believe she
could bring forth such intensity in anyone.
     Of course, Mark wasn't just anyone.
     "Yes, you are. You're one of those that you can tell likes to
dance, just be watching." He said. He stared at her; his eyes were like two
glowing embers in a fire. "Jenny, want to play another game of controlling
Jennifer? I have an idea."
     "Game?" she raised an eyebrow. "Is it all a game to you?"
     "Well...no, not really. I'm sorry, Jenny, that's what I've been
calling our little sessions. Games of controlling Jennifer. I'm sorry, it's
just for lack of a better term. Do you want to? I mean, of your own free
will. I'm not going to use my power or anything."
     Jennifer looked into his eyes, and was intrigued by the eager
sincerity she saw there. And she also had to admit that she was curious
as to what Mark had in mind for her. "You promise? No power?"
     "I promise. All of your own free will." he said, and she believed him.
For all he had done to her, he had never lied to her.
     "Okay. And if I don't want to do what you say, I won't and you won't
make me, okay? I'm just doing this because I'm curious as to what you
want me to do. That's all."
     Mark grinned and nodded. "Uh huh. Don't worry, Jennifer. If you don't
want to do what I say, you don't have to. It's up to you."
     Jennifer waited for him to continue, but he didn't. "So what is it?"
she pressed him.
     "Are you wearing a bra?"
     Jennifer looked down at the white blouse she was wearing. You could
faintly make out the white lace of her bra under it. She also wore a pair
of tight black jeans; perfect for dancing. "You know I am. Stop teasing
me." she said.
     "Go and take it off." he said.
     "And then what?" she asked.
     "First the bra." he ordered. Jennifer watched him intently, but he
would say no more. Finally, she walked over to the bathroom. It was
crowded with girls putting on makeup and stank with the smell of beer
and cigarettes. Jennifer waited for a stall, and once inside, slipped off
her bra and shoved it into her purse. She examined herself; her nipples
were slightly visible, but only if you looked for them. The blouse was
pretty loose anyhow, so it was not overly apparent that she wore nothing
beneath it. Satisfied that she was not too exposed, she walked out of the
bathroom.
     At first she couldn't see Mark. He wasn't where she had left him. She
searched the room with her eyes, and finally saw him in a new seat on the
opposite wall. Jennifer started to make her way over to him, and then
realized she would have to squeeze her way through the mass of dancers
to reach him. As she pushed through, her breasts brushed against backs,
against fronts, against arms. Once a hand, moving in some dancing motion,
ran into her chest. Jennifer pushed past quickly before the owner of the
hand could realize what he had bumped into. All in all, no one else really
seemed aware that she wasn't wearing a bra, but by the time Jennifer
reached the place where Mark was, she herself was very aware of how
free she was under the blouse, and her nipples were hard and sensitive.
     She dropped next to Mark, feeling her breasts sway with the motion,
and her nipples scrape against her blouse. "You did that on purpose." she
accused.
     "Did what?" he remarked innocently. "I had to move over here to show
you what I want you to do."
     "Ok, what is it."
     Mark just pointed. Jennifer followed the direction of his finger to
see a guy sitting against the wall. He was small, hunched over in his
chair, staring forlornly at everyone dancing around him. Jennifer knew his
type. They wanted to dance, but were too scared. Too self-conscious. 
     "See him?" asked Mark.
     "Yeah. What do you want me to do?"
     "I want you to pick him up. Ask him to dance. Hold him tight and turn
him on. You know."
     Jennifer regarded the guy. "He's gonna think I'm a slut." she said.
     "No, no, Jennifer. More likely he's going to think its the best day of
his life. I'm asking you to make him happy, Jennifer. Let him have a fun
night for once." He offered her his hand. "Come on, Jenny. Are you game?"
     Jennifer shook her head. "I can't believe you're making me do this."
Mark only shrugged, and kept his hand toward her. Finally, she took his
hand, and they walked over to where the guy was sitting.
     The guy looked up at them expectantly. Mark leaned close. "You can't
see me or hear me." He told the boy, and released Jennifer's hand. The boy
suddenly was staring right through Mark; he shuddered, then turned to
Jennifer, staring at her with wide eyes. She noticed with distaste that he
was one of those boys who looked at her chest almost as much as he did
her face.
     "Hi!" she said. "Do you want to dance?" She asked him.
     The boy looked down and shook his head. "Uh...no thanks, I'm not
really a dancer." Jennifer looked at Mark; he was urging her on with his
eyes. She sighed and sat down.
     "Hi!" she said. "I'm...uh...Marcie." It occurred to her at the
last minute
that she may not want him to know her real name. "What's your name?"
     "Oh, I'm Derrick." he smiled quickly at her, then looked away.
Jennifer again looked at Mark.
     "Put your arm around him." Mark said. "Press yourself against him.
Get him hot and hard." Before Jennifer knew it, her arm was draped over
Derrick's shoulder, and her breasts were pushing into his side. She could
feel Derrick's quivering hesitation under her, his temptation.
     She glared at Mark. "You said you wouldn't use your power." she
hissed.
     He only smiled. "I didn't." he said. And with a start, Jennifer
realized he hadn't. She was doing this all on her own.
     Aw, what the hell, she thought. She leaned in close to John's ear.
"Come on." she said. "I want to see you dance with me. I promise I'm a good
dancer. Don't turn me down." Derrick's body was hot against hers.
     "O...okay." he stammered. Jennifer brushed a slight kiss against his
cheek. That oughta blow his mind, she thought to herself. I wonder what
Mark thinks. She looked over at him.
     Mark was staring at them, and the strange expression on his face
caught her completely by surprise. She thought he would be pleased at her
willing compliance, but instead he looked sad. She stared at him a
moment. He always does this to me, she thought. Whenever I think I've got
him figured out. What's he thinking? He caught her looking, and beckoned
them out onto the dance floor. Jennifer watched him a moment longer,
trying to decipher his thoughts, but couldn't. Finally, she turned back to
Derrick, and led him out onto the dance floor.


     Controlling Jennifer VI: Splices of Life part II

     Jennifer drifted them to the outskirts of the dance floor. She noticed
Derrick was glancing around nervously, like he was going to take off all
his clothes or something, and wanted to be sure no one was watching.
Jennifer sighed, confident that the music would mask her sigh. She had
never understood those who were embarassed to dance. What was the big
deal? Why was it so frightening to dance when you were in a room full of
people, all of them dancing? 
     She leaned in towards Derrick. "Come on, let's dance!" she told him.
He just smiled sheepishly, and looked around at everyone. Jennifer
shrugged, deciding she would have to set an example. She started to move
her body to the beat, smiling at Derrick in encouragement, and then she
remembered Mark, and abruptly she stopped.
     She tried to stop herself from glancing at him, but she was a second
too late. Mark was watching her, she had almost forgotten. He was staring
at her, an expression of melancholy etched on his face. His eyes were lost
and unfocused. What's wrong with him? she wondered. For once I'm doing
what he wants, on my own, without his power. Why isn't he happy?
     Maybe he likes to use his power, she thought, and succeeded in
generating a shudder down her spine. She turned back to Derrick, and
thought about dancing with him. The moment was growing long, and she
could tell Derrick was getting uncomfortable. He was looking back at his
seat, his eyes longing for it like a security blanket. Jennifer started to
dance again, drawing his eyes to her, and when she thought about herself
dancing again, she almost stopped, but kept going by will alone.
     The problem was, for some reason, her dancing seemed artificial.
Jennifer usually danced by letting her body go, allowing the music to
manipulate it while her mind floated over other things. But everytime she
tried to do this, she would always think of Mark, watching her. How could
she dance while he watched? It made her self-conscious. She probably
felt a lot like Derrick.
     Derrick had not started dancing. He would start, then stop
immediately after, shaking his head and laughing at his own foolishness.
Jennifer's eyes narrowed. How do I get him to dance? she asked herself.
How do I do it when Mark's watching me like he is? Before, Mark had
always told her exactly what to do; this was the first time she was
supposed to act...well, slutty...all by herself.
     Who cares if he dances, she decided. Just turn him on, Jennifer. Think
if you were him, and you were faced with an attractive girl, what would
you want her to do? Jennifer tried to imagine this, but couldn't think like
a guy would. Only the obvious things occurred to her, and she certainly
wasn't going to do them in a public place. No, she would have to be more
subtley slutty. Now the only problem was, how?
     Derrick was starting to dance now, which was good. It made her feel
a little less silly, although his dancing style kind of reminded her of
Frankenstein walking; stiff and goofy-looking. Now how to turn him on?
She thought about dancing slutty, shaking her breasts to make it obvious
she wasn't wearing a bra, grinding her hips into his pelvis, basically
dancing dirty. She actually gave her breasts an experimental wiggle, but
it felt very false to her, and she stopped. It just wasn't a natural part of
dancing for her. She continued to dance, as normally as she could with the
awareness that Mark was watching her in the back of her head. The music
stopped, and another song came on in its place. Jennifer danced.
     During this next song, she tried something else. She danced forward,
coming teasingly close, and gave him what she thought was a seductive
smile. She wasn't very experienced with this, and forgot to calculate in
his awkward dancing style; as a result, she came a little too close to him,
and he accidently pushed his arm right against her breasts. It must have
been obvious that she was braless; he stared at her and then looked away,
blushing furiously, before he even saw her attempt at a seductive smile.
     Oh, well, it had probably worked better than she intended. She tried
this again, this time slower, coming closer and closer until he became
uncomfortable and backed away. For some reason, she thought this was
funny. If she came close to him, he would always back off. It was like he
feared her. Finally, her heart beating, Jennifer moved up until her face
was less than two inches from his, and, her eyes locked on his, slowly
licked her lips. She smiled immediately after, feeling very silly, but
Derrick was hooked. His dance faltered, and he seemed hypnotized by her.
Jennifer danced back from him, and, very aware that his eyes were on her,
pretended to stretch. She arched her back, trying to stretch her blouse and
get it tightly pressed against her breasts. She pretended to have her eyes
closed, but she was looking out through the crack in her eyelid, and she
could see Derrick's eyes were fixed on her breasts. She felt a thrill spin
through her stomach.
     And she knew Mark was watching, too.
     She opened her eyes, and overcome by temptation, looked down to
see how much of herself she was exposing. Her nipples were dark circles
under the fabric, and she gasped at how visible they were. She quickly
eased out of her stretched position, fighting to control her blush, trying
to appear cool and deliberate.
     She needn't have bothered. As she continued to dance with Derrick,
his eyes stayed on her breasts more than anything else, waiting for those
dark nipples to resurface. It bothered her, even though she knew she had
pretty much asked for it by giving him a peek in the first place. She didn't
particularly like being reduced to a pair of breasts.
     Determined to get him to acknowledge all of her, she slid up to him
and linked her hands behind his neck. He abruptly stopped dancing, and
stared open-mouthed at her. She moved up against him so there was a
faint but undefined contact between their bodies; just enough to tease. "Is
it just me or is it *hot* in here?" she whispered in her sexiest voice. He
gaped at her.
     "You have to go to the bathroom." It was Mark's voice. Mark was
beside them.
     "Uh...excuse me, I have to go to the bathroom, I'll be right back
though!" Derrick pulled away from her, and raced off to the bathroom.
Jennifer watched him rush off, then turned back to regard Mark.
      "Why'd you do that?" she asked, puzzled.
     Mark walked back to the seats on the side of the room, and after a
moments hesitation, Jennifer followed. He sat down, and she sat beside
him, waiting.
     "I thought you might need a break." he said finally, looking on to the
dance floor. "I mean, you've been dancing for fifteen minutes already. I
thought you might want to sit down or something."
     Jennifer shrugged. "I wasn't really tired. Anyways, I could have taken
a break by myself. No one was MAKING me dance. Derrick would have let
me go if I had asked."
     "Derrick." said Mark. "What do you think of him?" He faced her, his
eyes lost in shadows.
     She thought for a moment. "I...don't know." she said. "He seems kind of
awkward, I guess. A little socially inexperienced. But nice, otherwise he
would have probably felt me up by now." Jennifer considered this, and was
surprised at how casually she reacted to the thought of Derrick feeling
her up. She crossed her arms over her breasts, pressing the fabric against
her nipples.
     Mark turned away from her again. "I think you're doing too good a
job." he said coldly. "You're teasing him too much. He's going to expect
something."
     Jennifer considered this, pulling the dark strands of hair from her
eyes. "That's all right, isn't it?" she remarked. "After all, if he gets too
demanding, you can always do some control thing to him, right? I mean, I
hate to suggest it, but its an option. Anyway, I don't think he would do
that. He seems like a gentleman. Too shy to go any further than I'll let
him."
     "And how far will you let him go?" demanded Mark.
     "Mmm? Oh, I don't know....actually, it's been kind of fun so far. I
suppose I'll have to stop eventually." She shrugged. "Who knows? I'll
decide that when I get there." She peered at him. "What's wrong? I thought
you liked me making a fool of myself in front of guys." 
     Mark didn't say anything for a while, and Jennifer finally decided he
wasn't going to answer. Finally, he said "This is different. I don't like
Derrick."
     "Why not?" she ventured.
     He glared at her. "I just don't." And that was all he would say.
     "Hi, Jen!" Jennifer heard the voice from above her. It was Darlene's
voice. She looked up to see Darlene. Darlene's dark curly hair was in a
disarray, probably from dancing, and she had goofy smile that undoubtedly
came from being drunk.
     Jennifer was acutely aware of Mark sitting beside her. "Hi, Darlene."
she said quickly. "Look can I talk to you later?"
     Darlene ignored her, dropping onto the seat beside her. "Why'd you
stop dancing, Jennifer?" she asked, leaning back against the back of the
seat and resting.
     "Oh...I just got a little tired, that's all. Where's Amy and the others?"
Jennifer wished desperately that Darlene would go away.
     "Oh, them. They're over there, still dancing." Darlene pointed vaguely
towards the dance floor. "I guess I got a lil' tired, too. Whatcha up to,
Jen?" Darlene blinked at Jennifer, her eyes unfocused and dreamy.
     "Me? Oh, nothing, really..." Jennifer started. Then she noticed Darlene
was looking past her.
     "Hi!" said Darlene.
     "Hi." said Mark. He had entered his formal mode of talking again. "I'm
Mark. You must be Darlene." He offered his hand, and when she put hers
forward to shake it, he instead took her hand and kissed the back of it.
Darlene giggled.
     "Wow. What a gentleman." Darlene said. "Yes, I'm Darlene...Jen's
roommate. Heh, but you probably know that already. Jen...Jennifer's told
me about you." Darlene smiled and blinked.
     Jennifer felt like she was in some weird dream. She leaned back and
numbly followed the conversation that was occurring over her, feeling
powerless to do anything but listen. 
     Mark's wore a carefully neutral smile. "Oh? Hopefully good things."
His eyes shifted quickly toward Jennifer, perhaps looking for a clue as to
what Jennifer had told her.
     "Not really anything." admitted Darlene, grinning. "Jen likes to keep
her secrets. She's just mentioned your name. I didn't know you were going
to be here. Jen didn't tell me." She gave Jennifer a sly poke with her
elbow. Jennifer ignored it.
     "Oh, she didn't know. It's just coincidence that we showed up at the
same place at the same time." said Mark.
     "Oh. Well, I guess I'll leave you two alone then. I can sense Jennifer
wants me to take off." Darlene grinned at Jennifer, and was about to stand
up, when she noticed Derrick hovering uncertainly near them. "Oh, hello."
she said.
     "Hi." muttered Derrick, or at least his lips moved. Then, louder.
"Marcie...you wanna dance again?" His voice was a little bolder now. He's
gaining confidence, thought Jennifer. Oh, god, how am I going to explain
this to Darlene?
     Darlene looked at her confused. "Marcie...?" she started.
     "I'll tell you about it later." whispered Jennifer.
     Darlene grinned widely. "Damn right, you will. I'll talk to you later,
'Marcie.'" She giggled, then stood and walked off.
     Derrick watched them uncertainly. "Marcie?" he asked toward
Jennifer, his voice uncertain and nervous.
     Jennifer flashed him her brightest smile. "Ok, but why don't you get
me a cup of punch first. Please?" He smiled back, and seemed almost
grateful to go off and get her a drink. She watched him go.
     "I had to do that." she explained to Mark. "I just know Darlene's going
to be watching me now."
     "I don't think so." observed Mark. He pointed over in the distance.
Darlene was talking to some blonde guy, and seemed oblivious to anything
but his words. "Looks like she has other things on her mind."
     "Oh!" said Jennifer, watching them. "I hope she'll be okay. She's drunk,
you know. I told her I'd watch out for her."
     "Aw, she'll be all right." said Mark. "I know that guy; he's not the type
that would take advantage of her. Don't worry, she's safe."
     Jennifer looked back at Mark, regarding him openly with her dark
eyes. "For a second there, I thought you were going to introduce yourself
as my master or something." she said.
     Mark shook his head and smiled. "No, no. Don't worry, Jennifer. I
wouldn't do that to you." Then his smile faded. "Here comes Derrick." he
said.
     Derrick was returning, clasping a cup of punch like he held the holy
grail. He held it out to her with a wide grin. Jennifer smiled in thanks as
she took it, and drank it down, surprised at how thirsty she was. Dancing
takes a lot out of you, she supposed.
     The music had changed; the tempo had slowed down, and Jennifer
could see that the people on the floor were dividing into couples. She saw
Darlene slow-dancing with her blonde guy.
     Derrick followed her gaze, out to the people slow dancing. Then he
turned back to her and offered his hand. "You wanna dance, Marcie?" he
said, smiling sheepishly, as if expecting to be refused.
     "Ok." she said, and took his hand. He led her out to the dance floor,
and uncertainly started to put his hands around her waist, swaying at
least a foot away from her.
     What the heck, thought Jennifer, and she clasped her arms around
him and pulled him close to her. After all, she was supposed to be turning
him on, and slow dancing from a distance seemed so awkward anyhow.
Their bodies pressed together. Jennifer could feel a hardness below
against her waist; his erection. He's hard, she thought. Wow. He seemed
uncomfortably aware of this, too, and tried to pull away, but she wouldn't
let him. Instead, she started to move slightly, rubbing herself slightly
against his hard-on. Wow, she thought, I hope Darlene doesn't see me.
She'll think I'm a real slut. Jennifer grinned, and leaned her cheek against
Derrick's shoulder, swaying back and forth in time to the music.
     Derrick was tense against her, but gradually they fell into the
rhythm of the music. At first his hands fell limply around her back, but as
he became more confident, he started to hold her tighter. They swayed
together.
     "Wow." he whispered in her ear. "You're...you're really beautiful,
Marcie..." Jennifer wondered whether he was really serious or if his words
were just motivated by lust. In the end, she supposed it didn't really
matter.
     "Thanks." she whispered back.
     She felt him sliding his hands up her back. If he needed confirmation
that she wasn't wearing a bra, he received it when his hands couldn't find
any straps. She hugged him, the pressure of his hard penis pressing into
her. Well, she thought. I've succeeded in turning him on. The only problem
was, she was a little turned on herself. She enjoyed her control over
Derrick; her ability to make him hard, and to make him want her.
     She knew she had to stop sometime. She didn't want to go too far.
But as Derrick tightened his grip on her, and she felt the slickness
develop between her legs, she hoped she would have the strength to resist
her own temptation.
     Abruptly, Derrick loosened his hold on her, and she looked up at him
to see what was wrong. He was staring at her, his breath coming fast, and
as he started to pull her to him again, she could feel his heart beating
rapidly beneath his chest. He was slowly bringing his lips to hers. They
were going to kiss.
     This was wrong! It wasn't the way it was supposed to happen. A slow
kiss while holding each other tight and slow dancing, that was a love
thing, wasn't it? It was too romantic, too personal. What if it was his
first kiss? What if it meant a lot to him? Jennifer didn't want to be some
strangers first kiss. She twisted her head, moving her lips from their
collision course with his.
     She could feel his hurt, his feeling of being rejected. "I'm sorry,
Marcie." he whispered. "I didn't mean to...."
     "Shhh." she said, and his voice drifted away. They swayed together.
Jennifer felt lost. She wasn't a seductress; she took things too seriously
for that. And she felt bad for rejecting him. If only it hadn't been so
perfect, then she would have kissed him.
     "Derrick..." she said.
     "Yeah?"
     Jennifer leaned up and mashed her lips against his, pressing her body
tightly against his hard-on. It wasn't a soft, romantic kiss; it was a hard,
lustful kiss. A passionate kiss. How Jennifer imagined a slut would kiss.
She could feel Derrick tense up like a statue against her; his lips were
frozen with shock. As a final touch, as she withdrew her mouth, she let
her tongue dart out and caress his lips. There, she thought with
satisfaction, that should do it.
     "What the fuck is this?" A voice, beside them. Mark's voice?
     No, not Mark. Jacob's voice.
     Jennifer recoiled from Derrick, gasping in shock, and spun to look
beside them. It was Jacob, all right. His eyes were bloodshot and bulging,
his muscles were tensed, and he was holding a beer bottle, which he took
a chug of as she watched. He had two others with him. Jennifer didn't
know either of them, but they both were big football players, and they
were both obviously drunk.
     "You little slut!" snarled Jacob. "You just can't keep your hands off
any guy, can you?" He drank some more of the beer.
     "Jacob, go away! You're drunk." said Jennifer. She wished Derrick
would go away; Jacob wouldn't dare do anything to her, but he might do
something to the man she had been kissing. But Derrick was frozen in his
tracks, like an animal frozen in the headlights of an approaching truck.
     "Drunk, damn right, I'm drunk, Jenny-fer. Fucking slut Cailly. I come
looking for you, and how do I find you...fishing for another dick." He glared
menacingly at Derrick.
     "Who the hell are you?" asked Derrick, his voice quavering to be firm.
Jennifer wanted to scream at him to shut up.
     "Who am I? WHO AM I?" bellowed Jacob. People were staring now.
"I'm her fucking boyfriend, is who I am! The boyfriend of the girl you were
just frenching!"
     "You have a boyfriend?" Derrick gaped at her.
     "You're not my boyfriend, Jacob!" Jennifer shouted. She turned to
Derrick. "Derrick, be quiet, ok? Please?" she pleaded.
     "You fucking prick." growled Jacob, and he gave Derrick a shove.
Derrick staggered backwards. Before Jennifer could react, Jacob had
latched a hand around her wrist. "Come on, Jennerfer." he said. "I said we
need to talk, now we're gonna talk, whether you want to or not." He
started to pull her from the floor, ignoring her struggling.
     Then, a shout. "What's going on here!" a voice demanded. Mark's voice.
Jennifer gasped in relief. Always, always, he was there to save her.
     Jacob glared at Mark. "Mind your own business, mother fucker!" he
growled.
     Mark took in the situation at a glance, and he smiled. He actually
smiled. "I would prefer it if you called me 'master.'" he said casually.
     Jacob glared at him. "I said, fuck off,...uh....master." Jacob's face
contorted with confusion.
     "Good." nodded Mark with a grin. "I would also like it if you would
refer to yourself as 'this wretch.' I usually like things to be named as
they are. Don't you?" Mark's grin was easy and confident. "Now let the girl
go."
     Jennifer felt Jacob's hand grow limp around her wrist. She quickly
pulled out of his reach, and retreated to stand by Mark. Jacob, along with
his two buddies, stared at Mark in drunken astonishment.
     "Now, then. What seems to be the trouble? Perhaps we can work
things out."
     "Uh." said Jacob. He looked confused. "Well, you see, thas my
girlfriend beside you, an' she wuz necking with some other guy, and...uh...
this wretch was just gonna take her outside and have a talk with her..."
     Mark whirled to face Jennifer. "You have a boyfriend?" he asked.
     She shook her head. "He's not my boyfriend! He just thinks he is. Tell
him to go home, would you, Mark? Tell him to go home and sleep it off."
     Mark shook his head. He had a malevolent glint in his eye as he looked
back on Jacob and his two friends. "No, I don't think so. Let's try and work
things out. Where's the guy Jennifer was kissing?" Mark quickly spotted
Derrick. "Derrick! You can see and hear me now. Come over here."
     Compelled by Mark's power, Derrick walked forward. He twitched
nervously, glancing at Jacob and his friends uneasily.
     "This is the guy?" Mark looked at Jacob, and pointed at Derrick. Jacob
nodded.
     "Mark, what are you doing? Please, just let this end." begged
Jennifer. She had thought Mark would stop things, but it appeared that he
was having too much fun manipulating the situation.
     "Quiet, Jennifer." And Jennifer felt his power catching hold of her.
When she opened her mouth, her voice wouldn't work. She closed her
mouth again and waited.
     "Now, then, Derrick. Let's hear your side of the story. What was
happening between you and Jennifer?"
     "It wasn't me!" babbled Derrick. "I don't even know any Jennifer..."
     Mark rolled his eyes. "I meant Marcie. Marcie is her nickname, her
real name is Jennifer." Mark flashed Jennifer a quick smile.
     "Oh." said Derrick, also glancing at Jennifer. Then he started babbling
again. "I didn't know she had a boyfriend, otherwise I wouldn't have done
anything, honest! I swear I didn't know."
     Mark shook his head critically. "What kind of a loser are you?" he
said, his voice edged in contempt. "Don't be a wimp! Stand up for the
woman. This is Jennifer! Don't you think she's worth fighting three guys
for, even guys as big as these three?"
     Mark must have used his power, because Derrick's eyes became as
hard as steel. He pointed a finger level at Jacob. "Hey." he said, his voice
flat and dangerous. "You leave Jennifer alone."
     Jacob grunted and lunged for Derrick, but Mark simply said "Freeze."
and Jacob froze where he was. "Let's take this outside." said Mark. "You
three, Derrick, and you, too, Jennifer. Follow me."
     It was not a compulsion, at least not for Jennifer, but Mark must
have known she would follow anyway, just to see what he would do.
Jennifer strained against the bond he had put on her mind, but as hard as
she tried she could not speak. She mutely followed them out into the
parking lot. Mark walked them over to a secluded corner.
     "Now then." said Mark. "I see only one solution here. You're going to
have to fight for Jennifer. It's the only way to decide things." Mark peeked
at Jennifer, smiling. She was trying to scream at him, but couldn't make
the noise. 
     "This wretch against him?" asked Jacob eagerly, sizing up Derrick
and apparently not finding much.
     "I'll gladly fight him for Jennifer." declared Derrick fearlessly,
balling his hands into fists.
     "No, not you against him." Mark answered Jacob. He waved at Jacob's
two friends. "All three of you against him." Jennifer's mouth fell open. She
prayed Mark wasn't serious; they would kill Derrick.
     Derrick wilted slightly, then pulled himself together. "I'll gladly
fight all three of them for Jennifer." he swore.
     "Let's go, then." said Jacob.
     "Wait!" said Mark. He grinned. "One more thing to make this fair." He
turned to Jacob and his two friends. "You three. Every time Derrick
touches you, it will feel like he is burning you. Ok?" Jacob and his two
friends watched him in confusion; they did not understand. But that was
all right. They would soon enough. Mark nodded. "Very good. Let the games
begin!"
     Jennifer was tugging hard on Mark's arm. "Urg!" she managed to croak.
     "Don't worry, Jenny." Mark told her, grinning. "This'll be over soon
enough." He stood back to watch, and Jennifer, helpless and silent,
watched with him.
     Jacob strolled over towards Derrick. Derrick lunged in with a clumsy
punch, and Jacob easily avoided it. He brought his fist up into Derrick's
gut. Derrick grunted as the air was forced from his lungs.
     Jacob, on the other hand, screamed.
     He pulled his hand away, and it was bright red, blisters forming on
its surface. He staggered back in shock. Jacob's two friends stared,
astonished.
     Derrick recovered, and popped a blow toward one of the football
player's cheeks. It connected, and the football player staggered back,
clutching his cheek. Jennifer could see that it was also burnt, like Jacob's
hand. The  third guy backhanded Derrick, and Derrick fell, his lip split and
bleeding. But the third guy's hand was also burnt.
     Derrick was apparently smart enough to figure out what was going
on, because his next act wasn't to try another punch; instead he walked up
to the third guy and threw his arms around the guy's body. The guy
screamed, and struggled to free himself, finally breaking Derrick's grip.
Instead of retaliating, he stared wide-eyed at Derrick, then turned and
ran. Jacob and the second guy took in the situation, and followed their
comrade in beating a hasty retreat, Jacob clutching his swollen fist. Soon
all three were lost in the distance.
     Derrick looked proudly at Jennifer. "I've won you." he declared, his lip
bleeding onto his shirt. Jennifer felt like crying, but she managed to keep
it in. Why me? she asked herself. Why always for me?
     "No." Mark told Derrick. "Jennifer is mine. You will go back to your
bedroom and go to sleep. When you wake up, you will remember all of this
as a distant dream." And with that, Derrick's eyes blurred, and he turned
and staggered away.
     And then it was just Mark and Jennifer, alone in the darkness. Mark
turned to her. A tear had succeeded in making its way down her cheek, and
Mark wiped it off with a finger.
     "Don't cry, Jennifer." he sighed. He took her in his arms; she was
powerless to resist, and now the tears were spilling down her cheeks,
staining his shirt, as she cried soundlessly. "It's not you, it's me." Mark
whispered to her. "Sometimes I'm a twisted bastard. The power... well, it
makes it easy to hurt. Far easier to hurt than to help." He hugged her.
"Speak, Jennifer. I can't stand it when you're quiet."
     And she could speak again. She could hear herself cry, hear herself
sobbing like a child. She suppressed her tears, pushing them away and
reducing them to sniffles and stained cheeks. "Why'd you do it?" she
whispered. "Why'd you make them fight?"
     "I don't know." he said back. "I don't know. Jennifer..."
and pulled away
from her, staring down into her eyes. "Kiss me, Jennifer." But she could
only stare into his eyes, helplessly. She couldn't kiss him.
     "Kiss me, Jennifer." he said again, and this time his power washed
over her mind. Compelled, she stretched up and pressed her lips to his.
After a couple seconds of contact, she pulled back again. Staring at him
wordlessly, waiting for his next order.
     Mark sighed. It was a deep, lonely sound, like the howl of a wolf in
the distance. He pulled away from her, shaking his head. "Jennifer. Close
your eyes and count to twenty." he ordered.
     It was his power again, and she closed her eyes, counting to twenty
as ordered.
     And when she opened her eyes, she was all alone.




          Controlling Jennifer VII: Taking It Easy Part I

     It was the day after the dance. Jennifer hadn't really intended
to go running; she hadn't even set her alarm to get up in the
morning, thinking she would sleep late after the events of the
previous night. However, come the next morning, she found herself
wide awake at eight, and she really had nothing planned to do. So
she decided to run.
     Jennifer hadn't gone running since the first day she had met
Mark. At first it had been fear. Fear and shame. She hadn't wanted to
risk bumping into Mark again, and even more, she had been afraid
she would run into the student with the notebook and the disheveled
hair-do, or the man with his dog, the ones she had seen that day. The
ones that had seen her that first day, when Mark had her going
around the park acting like a wanton slut.
     "Damn Mark." she muttered as she pulled on her shorts.
Sometimes, she wondered how she had ever come to stop hating
him. He had made her do so many things she hadn't wanted to do. He
had turned her life completely upside-down. At times, he had made
her life a living hell. "I think I still hate him a little bit." she said
to herself. "I'm just not scared of him anymore."
     Jennifer felt like running. That had been her time to think,
while she was running, and if she ever needed to think, it was then.
The night before seemed more like a dream than anything else. When
confronted with the daylight, it hardly seemed real. So much had
happened. She had so much conflicting emotions to resolve.
     As Jennifer was lacing up her shoes, she glanced at Darlene
lying comatose in the opposite bed. That was another reason to go
running; eventually, Darlene would wake up, and from experience,
Jennifer knew that Darlene usually had very bad hangovers. It was
better to disappear and come back after she had recovered
somewhat. Jennifer tightened her shoelaces, and quietly slipped out
the door.
     It was a nice day to go running; cold, but not too cold. Despite
the time, Jennifer felt very awake, and full of energy. The dorm was  empty, as
it usually was early in the morning, and Jennifer slipped
out without seeing much of anyone. Someone was in the lobby
reading the morning paper, and he glanced at her as she walked by.
Jennifer didn't know him, so she just smiled and walked past.
     It was about a five-minute walk to the track, and she spent
the time taking in her surroundings. It really was a nice day, and it
made her feel a lot better over what had happened the night before.
She listened to the birds chirping in the trees, and watched them
fly overhead. The sun felt nice on her skin; it was still kind of cold,
but that only seemed to make the sun feel warmer.
     She reached the path that made its way through the park area
of the campus, and took a quick look around for anyone she might
want to avoid. The park was fairly deserted; she saw more squirrels
than people, and didn't see anyone she knew. Jennifer strolled down
the path, humming a slow song she had heard the night before. She
thought about the last time she had come this way, when she had
first met Mark. I never actually did make it to the track, she
reminded herself. Her mind idled on a squirrel jumping from branch
to branch, almost following her. Deep down, Jennifer knew she was
pushing back what she needed to think about, but that was all right.
It could wait until she started running. For now, she would just
enjoy the simple beauty of early-morning nature. Carefree, without
human interference.
     Before she knew it, she had walked through the park and was
on the track. A couple other runners were running laps, and they all
looked faster and more serious than she was. "Just take it easy."
she reminded herself. "You haven't run for awhile, Jennifer. Let your
body get used to it." She moved over to stand behind the line that
usually determined the beginning and end of her laps, and did a few
token stretches. "You know, Jennifer." she said. "You sure talk to
yourself a lot more now." She laughed, and started to run.
     Her pace was fairly slow, but she planned to make it up in
distance. During the first half of the first lap, she could feel her
legs readjusting themselves to the exercise. It felt good. Her body
settled into a nice pace, and soon her mind was free to wander.
     And as she had expected, her mind drifted to the night before,
and Mark. The whole thing was losing its reality now; it seemed
more like a bad dream than anything else. She hoped she would never
see Derrick again; the image of him with his lip bleeding and an
expression of complete devotion on his face was burnt into her
mind. Jennifer knew that if she ever saw him again, that image
would flash before her eyes. She would undoubtedly see Jacob again,
with his burnt hand, and she wasn't looking forward to that either.
He was becoming so different; Jennifer remembered him earlier in
the year as just a nice guy, always saying hello to her, always ready
to give her a hand. He had accepted it before, when she had gently
told him she wasn't looking for a boyfriend.
     "It's amazing what a little good sex will do." Jennifer
murmured. There was no doubt Jacob was obsessed with her now.
The way he had acted the night before, with a little alcohol thrown
in...it was insane. HE was insane. Jennifer had never had to deal with
a guy like that before. She didn't know what to do.
     Maybe Mark...? She had asked herself that question over and
over before, but had never really considered it. Before, she had
thought Jacob was something she could deal with herself. Now, she
wasn't so sure. And after all, it would be child's play for Mark to
use his power...
     Morally, she wasn't quite sure where she stood on the whole
thing. Would it be wrong to have Mark use his power on Jacob? It
seemed like it should be, but Jennifer couldn't see how it would be
that wrong. After all, Mark had saved her from being almost raped
by using his power, and she certainly didn't find anything wrong
with that. How was this any different? Jacob was becoming more
and more demanding of her, and he might eventually become
dangerous. Jennifer was just watching out for herself, right?
Anyhow, Jacob would be better off to just forget her; there was no
way she would ever be for him what he wanted.
     Unfortunately, all this just sounded like justification to
Jennifer. Could she justify using Mark to take away someone else's
free will? Was it right? She couldn't decide.
     Mark, as usual, remained an enigma. He was always mysterious
to her, his motives incomprehensible. Whenever she felt like she
was getting a feel for the way he thought, he would turn around and
do something completely opposite to what she thought he would do.
At the dance, it seemed like he should have liked it when she
started doing what he wanted without him using his power. Yet, he
had turned cold, and had taken a complete and irrational dislike to
Derrick. What was wrong with Mark? Jennifer wished she could
understand him.
     Mark had said she was doing too good a job, but what did that
mean? Why was that a bad thing? Shouldn't that have pleased him?
     Jennifer found her mind lingering over the images of dancing
with Derrick, pretending to seduce him, and she found the images
very tantalizing. Though she hated to admit it, even to herself, she
had enjoyed herself. It was like Mark said, it wasn't like she was
really truly being a slut. After all, sluts were sluts because all they
wanted was sex, right? But that hadn't been Jennifer's motivation
at all. She had just been giving Derrick a night to remember.
     "Making his dreams come true." she grinned. It was true that
she had enjoyed acting the role of a seductress the night before, and
she discovered she was actually looking forward to her next
experience with Mark, her next 'game of controlling Jennifer', as he
referred to their sessions together. This was probably the strangest
thing to realize about the previous night. She had given herself to
Mark's control of her own free will, and she had enjoyed it.
     For a moment, she actually thought of doing it all by herself.
What if I just choose a guy, and try to pick him up? she asked
herself. Just like Derrick? As soon as she realized she was thinking
it, she disposed of the idea. It wouldn't be the same without Mark. It
really WOULD be slutty. Plus, she didn't want to get into another
mess like Jacob.
      Jennifer realized that she had lost count of how many laps she
had run, and she was getting tired. Oh, well, that was probably
enough anyhow. She ran to the next line on the track, and stopped,
breathing hard. Sweat dribbled down into her eyes, and she pushed
her hair back to keep it from dripping on her face. One more time
around the track, this time walking. As she walked, she thought
about Mark and his power. The one thing she worried about him was
that sometime he would get mad at her, and use his power against
her like he had used it against Jacob and Derrick. He seemed to
genuinely care about her, but that didn't mean he wouldn't lose his
temper and make her do something awful. 
     The sun was beating down on her as she walked along the
track, and she started to long for the shady trees in the park.
Finally, she left the track, took a drink of cool water at the nearby
water fountain, and made her way into the park, walking under the
trees instead of on the path.
     It seemed as if Mark was expecting her. He waited, sitting on
one of the benches, watching her as she approached. He said nothing,
and his expression was unreadable.
     When she was almost to his bench, he spoke. "Hello, Jennifer."
he said.
     "Hi, Mark." she stood uncertainly next to the bench, acutely
aware of how sweaty she was, waiting for him to speak.
     "Can we talk, Jenny?" he asked.
     Jennifer nodded. "Okay." she said, and she sat next to him on
the bench. A cool breeze blew through the shady group of trees, and
she shivered. "How did you know I would be here?" she asked.
     He smiled slightly. "Oh, you always used to come through here
at about the same time on saturdays, to go running. I used to come
down here and watch you go by, before I first came up to you." He
lapsed into silence again. Jennifer watched him for a moment,
waiting to see if he would say anything more. When he didn't, she
contented herself with looking at the other people in the park. Some
others had arrived while she had been running: a student reading a
book, a lady walking her dog, another group of students sitting on
the grass talking.
     "Jennifer..." Mark finally spoke. "Do I scare you?"
     The question startled her, and she looked at him to see if he
wore his confident grin, to see if he was playing another game. He
didn't seem to be; his eyes blinked distantly at the grass. He seemed
to be deep in thought. "Not you, really..." Jennifer finally answered.
"I'm a little scared of your power, sometimes."
     "You know I would never hurt you, Jennifer. Not even with my
power." he said quietly.
     "I know." she answered simply. "Not intentionally, anyway...but
what if I do something to make you mad? How do I know you
wouldn't use it on me then? You might..." She let her voice trail
away.
     "Oh, Jenny. I won't get mad at you. You have to trust me."
     Jennifer watched a jogger go past them. "You say that, Mark,
and probably you mean it, but how do I know? You have so much
power...how do I know you won't lose your temper and use it on me?"
He answered this question with silence, and Jennifer sighed and
waited.
     Finally he spoke. "I wish I could get you to trust me." he
whispered.
     Jennifer felt something within her leap. Was this the same guy
she had thought a monster? She couldn't help but smile. If he was an
ordinary guy, she would have thought he was being incredibly sweet.
But he wasn't ordinary, and she still didn't trust him completely.
She still remembered the fight from the night before, and how Mark
seemed to enjoy making them fight over her. "Mark." she said. "In
order for me to trust you, you'll have to show me that you trust me."
     Finally, she got him to look at her. "How?" he asked.
     "Tell me who you are." She said, her voice becoming intense.
"Tell me about yourself. I know your name is Mark, but that's all.
Let's just talk, okay? I want to find out about you." 
     Mark turned away from her. "No." he said. "All you need to know
is my name is Mark, and I'm your master."
     "Darn it, Mark!" she burst, startling both him and herself. She
forced her voice down. "Mark, if you're going to be stubborn about
this, then we aren't going to get anywhere. You say you want me to
trust you, but you won't treat me like a human being. Please, Mark.
Enough of this master/slave thing, okay? At least not today. Let's
just be friends today, all right?"
     She waited for him to answer, but he only stared silently at
the ground. Finally she sighed and stood. He looked up at her. "Come
on, Mark." she said firmly, and picked up his hand. "Let's go play one
of your games, okay? And while we're doing that, we can talk, all
right?" She tugged at his hand, while he stared at her, looking at her
as if she had gone mad. Finally, he shrugged and stood.
     "All right, Jennifer. Another game." As he spoke, she noticed
that his confident grin was appearing on her face. That meant he had
an idea. She waited, hoping it would be something she would be
willing to do.
     "Here's what we're going to do, Jennifer." he said, starting to
lead her through the park. "You want to know more about me. Okay,
I'll answer your questions. But here's the deal. First you have to kiss
someone here in the park." He seemed to consider this for a second,
then nodded his approval. "For each person you kiss, I'll answer a
question."
     "Anyone?" she asked. That didn't sound too bad. She looked
around at the others in the park. She saw a couple guys, but didn't
know any of them.
     "Anyone." he said. "Even girls."
     "Ew." she grimaced. "I'll stay with guys, thank you."
     He frowned. "It's your choice. I haven't finished the rules,
though. You can initiate the kiss, but you can't be the one who
breaks it. If he holds the kiss for an hour, you'll have to keep kissing
him for an hour. And while he's kissing you, you'll let him do
anything to you that he wants. He can run his hands all over you if
he wants. But once he breaks the kiss, you're free again. All right?"
     Jennifer nodded, feeling the fear and excitement build within
her. She wasn't sure she was going to be able to do it, but the idea
intrigued her. "I'll try. But you have to be there to help me if
anything goes wrong, okay?"
     "Of course, Jennifer." he said. "Shall we begin?"
     "All right." she said. "First question: what's your full name?
The truth."
     He grinned, and shook his head. "I'm afraid not, Jennifer. First
you have to kiss someone. Remember?" Then his eyes went wide as
Jennifer put her arms around him and pressed her lips against his.
He broke the kiss fast, faster than she had expected. She couldn't
help but smile at his look of shock.
     "I'm disappointed." she murmured. "You could have done
anything you wanted to me while I was kissing you. You just wasted
a good opportunity."
     He pulled away from her. "I can do anything to you anytime I
want, slave Jennifer." He snapped.
     She just grinned. "Your name? Come on, Mark. You can't say that
didn't count."
     He scowled at her, and for a moment she thought he would
refuse to answer. Finally, he growled. "Mark Robert Antonio." He
turned away from Jennifer's triumphant grin.
     Mark started to walk again, and Jennifer followed him along.
"Mark Robert Antonio." she said, smiling at him from behind. "So
that's what it is. Mark Robert Antonio. Mark Robert Antonio." 
     He turned around. "Yes, that's it. That's what it is. Jennifer,
kneel down, take my hands and kiss each of my fingers. After each
finger, bow and say your full name." He was using his power, and
Jennifer felt it sweep over her and block out her will to resist. She
fell to her knees, and took his left hand in hers. After she kissed
each finger, she prostrated herself on the ground and said her name.
"Jennifer Anne Cailly. Jennifer Anne Cailly." First the left hand,
then the right. Finally she looked up at him. He was grinning.
     "That oughta teach you to act too triumphant. Remember,
Jennifer, that no matter what information you get about me, I can
always still control you."
     Jennifer ignored his words. She sat down on the ground, and
turned away from him. "This is what I meant." she said, her voice
cold. "You lost your temper, and you used your power on me. This is
exactly why I can't trust you."
     "What?" asked Mark. He knelt down beside her. "Oh, come on,
Jenny! I didn't hurt you, now did I? Come on, look at me. I really
wasn't that mad." He tried to put his arm over her shoulders, but she
shrugged it off.
     "No, you didn't hurt me, but you could have." She said, her voice
still icy. She thought about whether she should pretend to start
crying, but didn't think she would be able to do it convincingly.
     "Oh, Jennifer." he sighed. "Please...I promise...I won't use my
power on you anymore today, all right? Does that make you feel
better? Come on and stand up, let's play the game some more."
     She reluctantly allowed him to turn her head, and then allowed
him to take her hand and help her up. Meanwhile, she fought to keep
from smiling, fought to keep the reluctant, hurt expression on her
face. I can control him, too, she thought to herself, and a small
smile creeped unbidden onto her face.
     They started walking along again. Mark started talking, saying
what a nice day it was, and how it was nice that the sun was
shining. Jennifer wasn't really paying attention, her mind was
swept up in thoughts of Mark, thinking of what questions she
wanted to ask him, and enjoying her small triumph over him.
     After a while, she noticed a man sunbathing in the middle of a
grassy stretch. He was fairly attractive, a tall man with dark eyes
and a firm, athletic build. And best of all, he was alone. "I see
someone." she murmured.
     "What?" asked Mark, glancing at her, then followed her eyes to
the man sunbathing.
     "Wait here." said Jennifer, and she released Mark's hand. She
explained "It'll make it harder if he sees me with another guy." She
didn't wait for Mark's answer, but started to walk over to the man.
Her stomach was flip-flopping, and she really had no idea what she
was going to do. She wondered if she would really have the guts to
go through with it.
     "Time to improvise." she said to herself, and then she was
standing beside the guy. She shifted nervously, not sure how to
start.
     She didn't need to. The guy looked up at her. "You're standing in
my sun." he said.
     "Sorry." breathed Jennifer, and she sat down beside the guy.
"I'm Marcie." she said. She didn't like the way the guy smiled at her,
and the way his eyes wandered over her body in frank appraisal. His
eyes had a predatory look about them, and he seemed to like what he
saw. Jennifer couldn't help but feel like she had just jumped into
his spider web.
     "Hi, Marcie." he said. "I'm Greg." He shifted onto his side to face
her, his muscles flexing even as he performed this simple motion.
"What can I do for you?"
     Jennifer had no idea what to say. "I just saw you here...sunning
yourself..." she began, trying to come up with something. "I thought
it looked relaxing." she finished lamely.
     Greg smiled, an easy, casual smile. Mark had his power, but
this man had a power of his own. It was in his confidence. "Want to
join me?" he asked. He pulled something from behind him. It was a
bottle of sun-tan lotion. "I have plenty of extra sunscreen." he said.
     "Uh..." Jennifer tried to think of an appropriate response. "I was
jogging..."
     "Oh, don't worry." His voice easily slid in and interrupted hers.
"You're not really dressed for it, but you can tie your shirt
off...that'll give you a little extra tan on your stomach. It's very
relaxing, Marcie...here, let me help you." Before she knew it, she was
on her stomach, and he was inching her t-shirt up her body. His
touch was very methodical and gentle. "Just sit back and relax." he
said, and something about his hands made her feel more relaxed. He
lifted her shirt to the point where her back was exposed up to the
black lycra top that bound her breasts. Then he was massaging sun-
tan lotion into her lower back.
     "You have a beautiful body." he murmured. His voice had a
gentle, hypnotic quality to it, and Jennifer felt herself relaxing
under his touch. She idly wondered how many women he had seduced.
What was funny was that she was supposed to be seducing him.
     "You don't mind me telling you how attractive I think you are,
do you?" he whispered near her ear. "It's not a come-on or
anything...I just think you have a very attractive body."
     "No..." she sighed. "I don't mind." She felt him gently prod her
with his fingers, and she sensed he wanted her to turn over. She let
him push her over, and he started rubbing sun-tan lotion on her
stomach.
     "Your stomach is so firm." he said. "I can tell that you
exercise." His massaging was more of a caress now, and he was
slowly inching up her body, until he was rubbing sun-tan lotion just
below her breasts. She waited, wondering if he would actually touch
her breasts, but he didn't. She felt his hands move away, and then
his hand brushed her cheek. She opened her eyes.
     His face was so close to her, she could smell him. There was
something sexual about his scent, and Jennifer felt overpowered by
his closeness. "You really are gorgeous." he said. "Can I kiss you?"
She could only nod.
     At first she told herself, all she had to do was wait until he
pulled away, and then she was done. She could go back to Mark. But
Greg kissed her in a long, lingering kiss, and as he did so, his hands
ran up and down her back and sides, making her feel weak. When he
finally broke away, she could only sigh in pleasure, and lay back as
he started to press his lips against her neck. His arm enveloped her,
and pulled her to him, his hand roaming up and down her back.
Finally he let her lie back in the grass, while he leaned over her and
smiled. His hand creeped like a spider up her side, and slipped
almost imperceptibly over her left breast. A shiver of pleasure and
excitement raced through her at this forbidden touch. 
     "Want to go to my place?" he murmured. His other hand was
tracing circles on her leg, drifting up her shorts and sliding over
her thigh.
     "Ooh." she said. Then she remembered what she was supposed
to be doing. "Oh! I'm sorry, I can't..." She sat up quickly, and pushed
him back. He did not seem particularly shocked, only displeased. "I'm
really sorry, Greg...maybe another time, okay?" She blinked at him
for a moment, trying to shake free of her desire, and rushed off
before he could answer.
     "Suit yourself." she heard him say behind her. When she looked
back, he was on his back again, eyes closed, sunning himself.
     Jennifer looked around for Mark. She finally saw him sitting
under a nearby tree, waiting. She walked over, and he stood just
before she reached him. His eyes appraised her.
     "You seemed to enjoy that." he said, his voice very neutral, and
he took her hand. Jennifer mutely allowed him to lead her away.


          Controlling Jennifer VIII: Taking It Easy Part II

     Jennifer let Mark lead her, waiting for him to say something.  They
walked across the grass and finally stopped in a nearby copse of trees.
Jennifer took a quick glance backwards to see if the guy was watching her
with Mark, but he had settled back and was leisurely tanning himself. She
felt a little disappointed.
     Mark pulled at her, turning her back around to face him, his hands
settling around her waist. He was smiling, and the shadows of the leaves
above them played across his face. "For a moment there, I thought I would
need to go in and rescue you." he said. "You were supposed to be seducing
him, Jennifer, not the other way around."
     She looked away and smiled in embarrassment. "He was very...
persuasive..." she murmured. 
     "Uh huh." Mark grinned.
     Her eyes flickered back to Mark's face. "I get to ask you another
question." she reminded him.
     "All right." he said. "Let's sit down." He released her and sat down,
his back against the trunk of the tree they were under.  Jennifer settled
down beside him, folding her knees in front of her and wrapping her arms
around her legs. She squeezed them to her chest, feeling the leftover
excitement from kissing Greg sparkle in her stomach. It made her feel
restless.
     "I want to know how you got your power." she said to Mark.
     "I already told you, first time we met." he said. "I just got it one
day. Wished for it so hard that it finally came to me."
     Jennifer sighed. "Yeah, but there must be more. Tell me the whole
story." she pressed. "Tell me all about your power, Mark. I want to know.
Tell me how you knew you had it. Tell me what you did. Tell me about the
other women you've controlled." 
     He was silent, and his smile faded rapidly. Jennifer watched him,
curious at his strange reaction. Finally he spoke. "I can't tell you that,
Jennifer. Not yet. Maybe someday, but not right now."
     If anything, this made Jennifer even more curious. "Come on, Mark."
she said, leaning against him. "Tell me. I really want to know."
     He shrugged her away. "No." he growled. "Ask something else,
Jennifer." Jennifer pulled away from him, and turned her head to silently
observe his profile. He was frowning, and his eyes were dark and scowling.
Jennifer decided she shouldn't push the issue any more, and quickly came
up with another question, one that had also been on her mind.
     "Am I the only one?" she asked.
     Mark's eyes returned to reality, and he looked at her, surprised.
"Only one what?"
     "The only one you're controlling right now." she said. "Your only
'slave.'"
     He turned to watch a lady walking in the distance. His nod was almost
imperceptible, but Jennifer caught it. "Of course." he said quietly.
"There's only one of you, Jennifer."
     "Good." she said.
      The silence grew between them. Jennifer watched Mark, waiting to see
if he would say anything, but he seemed to be retreating into his own
thoughts. Absent-mindedly, he picked up a leaf and started to shred it in
his fingers, methodically picking it into tiny portions. Jennifer watched
him do this until her eyes wandered away, and she found herself watching a
squirrel scurry up and down a tree off in the distance. It seemed to be
dancing around the trunk with no purpose. As she watched, it scurried
around, and then froze. It remained suspended for a moment, then scampered
up the tree. She lost it in the leaves, and then saw it again, running
like mad toward the end of a branch. It took a flying leap, soared through
the air, and landed evenly on a nearby branch.  Jennifer gasped, waiting
for it to lose its balance and fall, and then laughed when it didn't.
     "What?" asked Mark.
     "Squirrels are funny." she said. "I was just watching that one over
there."
     "Squirrels are crazy." Mark observed, as the squirrel tore through
the tree at lightning speed.
     "I'd like to be a squirrel." Jennifer said. "It looks like fun."
     Mark nodded. "Jumping from branch to branch, looking down on everyone
from above, being able to run up trees."
     "It just looks like it would be a rush." she said. She turned to grin
at Mark. "Can you make me a squirrel?"
     "I can make you think you're a squirrel."
     Jennifer shook her head, smiling. "Not the same." she told him.  She
looked over to find the squirrel again, and saw two little boys standing
under the tree. They both looked to be about six or seven, and the bigger
blond one was instructing the dark-haired one to gather a pile of rocks. 
     "Look at those two boys." Jennifer poked Mark with her elbow to get
his attention. "What're they doing?"
     "Gathering ammo." Mark observed. Sure enough, the blond one picked up
a pebble and happily whipped it at the squirrel. He missed completely, but
Jennifer was still annoyed.
     "Those stupid little boys." she said. "Come on, Mark, let's go talk
to them." She stood and brushed the grass off her shorts. Mark stood
uncertainly next to her and followed her as she walked over to the boys.
     "What are you planning to do?" he asked.
     "I don't know. Talk to them?" Jennifer glanced back at Mark as she
walked. "Maybe you can use your power?"
     "I will if I need to."
     Jennifer thought about this, and decided he was probably right. She
could handle a couple of little kids by herself. The blonde kid turned to
look at them as they approached; his face was covered with freckles, and
his smile held a happy arrogance that made Jennifer instantaneously think
he was a brat. "What are you doing?" she demanded.
     "Foolin' around." he answered, and as if to emphasize it, he hurled a
rock up at the squirrel. He turned back to them and grinned widely.
     "Stop that!" said Jennifer. "Stop throwing rocks at that poor
squirrel!"
     The child only sneered. "You ain't my mother." he told her, and threw
another rock. Jennifer felt the urge to smack the little brat.
     Mark spoke. "Why don't you throw rocks at your little friend instead?
And he can throw rocks back at you!" The child's eyes flickered blankly,
and then he grinned and picked up a particularly big rock. The dark-haired
kid was running towards them with another load of rocks.
     Jennifer hit Mark. Her fist connected with his shoulder, hard enough
to hurt, and Mark turned to look at her, more surprised than actually
hurt. "Stop them." she told him, and although she didn't say anything
else, the threat in her eyes was perfectly clear. Stop them, or I'll hate
you forever.
     "Stop!" said Mark, and the blonde-haired kid froze in mid- throw.
Both kids turned to look at Mark. "Don't throw rocks, both of you. Don't
throw them at anything. Find some nicer way to have fun."
     The kids stared at Mark and Jennifer for a moment, then they both
grinned, and started to run off. "Wait!" called Jennifer. Both kids
stopped, and Jennifer walked over to the dark-haired one. She knelt down
beside him. "I'm Jennifer." she said. "What's your name?"
     The kid only blinked at her. "He's Jeff!" the blonde one chimed.
     "You're very cute." Jennifer told him. "Can I kiss you?"
     "Ewwww!!! Gross!!!" said Jeff, squirming, and he started to turn
away, but before he could, Jennifer threw her arms around him and planted
a kiss on his tiny lips. He pulled away quickly and ran away from her.
"Gross! Gross! Gross!" he howled.
     "She kissed you! She kissed you!" taunted the blonde. "Now you gotta
marry her!" There was more, more childish teasing and name- calling, but
Jennifer turned her back on them and looked at Mark.
     "How dare you." she said, glaring at him.  Her voice was low and
cold. "They're just children. How dare you use your power on them."
     He only nodded, his eyes holding hers. "Uh huh. Don't take the moral
high ground with me, Miss Cailly. I could see it in your face.  You wanted
to wipe that smile off the kids face just as much as I did. Only
difference, is that I had the power to do something about it."
     As Jennifer looked into his dark, unrepentant eyes, she was torn by
conflicting emotions. Half of her wanted to kick him right in the balls,
to see him crumple to the ground in shock and pain.  The other half of
her, for some reason, wanted to cry. It was all the same with Mark, every
time she talked to him. It was always him with his power, and his lack of
any scruples in using it.  Jennifer knew she shouldn't be surprised
anymore by what he said and did, but it always managed to catch her
unawares. She always fell into the trap of thinking of him as a regular
person, sometimes even as a friend. But he was not a regular person, and
he had no regard for other human beings. Including her. Jennifer felt like
something was ripping her in two inside.
     Mark must have seen it in her face, because his expression
immediately became one of concern. "Are you all right, Jenny?  What's
wrong?"
     "You." she said simply. "You're wrong." And she turned and started to
walk away. Her face felt like she was going to cry, but she felt
completely empty inside. Devoid of tears.
     "Jennifer!" she heard him call. He ran up next to her. "Jennifer,
please... listen to me, huh? Look, I'm sorry...I'm so used to having the
power, I just use it without thinking. Look, Jennifer, would you stop?"
     "You'll never change." she said as she walked. She didn't look at
Mark, and was talking more to herself than to him. "You'll always be Mark.
Mark, with the power to have anything that he wants. Mark, who doesn't
care about anyone."
     "Jennifer!" he said, and he stopped in front of her. She angled to go
around him, but he put his arms around her. She felt herself caught in his
embrace, and tried for a moment to resist. But it was weak resistance, and
after a moment, she let herself collapse in his arms. Now's the time to
cry, some distant part of her mind said. If you cry now, you'll hold him
in your palm forever. Play games of controlling Mark. But it all seemed
pointless at the moment, and that made her feel more torn up than before.
She wondered why she felt so much comfort from being in his arms, when he
was the one that had made her feel this way in the first place.
     Mark was speaking. "I know it seems like I don't care about
anything... like I'm the worst person in the world. It's the way it's
always been for me, Jennifer. I had my power, and that power put me above
everyone else. Try to understand how it is for me. I've never had to play
the game...all I ask for is mine. Life has always been a joke for me. I
can have anything I want. It...it just makes it easy to think about only
yourself. I'm trying, Jennifer, really I am.  Please, just give me time."
     "You can't have me." she whispered, her chin resting on his shoulder.
"I'll do whatever you want, with your power, but it won't be me."
     "I know." he said. He hugged her fiercely. "Ask me a question,
Jennifer."
     "Huh?"
     "You kissed that little kid, so I'll answer one of your questions.
But little kids don't count anymore, okay?"
     "You're changing, Mark." she said. It was only after she said it that
she really came to realize it was true. He was changing.
     "So are you." he answered.
     Am I? Jennifer supposed she was. She knew she had done things with
Mark she would have never considered doing before. It was all very
strange. They were both changing each other, and who knew when it would
stop.
     "Why me?" she asked.
     "Is that your question?" 
     "Yeah. Why me, Mark?"
     "Because. I saw you dancing at one time, and I just couldn't stand
not knowing who you were. I couldn't stand not owning you.  Felt like it
would be a capital crime to let you get away."
     Jennifer felt the tightness of Mark's embrace, and felt her arms
around him. "Life with you is an emotional roller coaster, Mark." she
sighed. "I haven't had this many ups and downs since the first time I fell
in love." 
     Mark said nothing. 
     They held each other for a moment longer, then Mark finally loosened
his hold on her. Jennifer pulled away, feeling happier, and feeling even
more displaced with the realization that she was happier. My life really
is an emotional roller coaster, she thought.
     "What do you want to do now?" she asked.
     "It's getting close to lunch time." Mark said. "Want to go over to
Mcdonalds? It's right across the street. I'll treat."
     "Okay." said Jennifer. She checked her watch, and felt even more
disoriented realizing how much time had passed. It was indeed almost
lunchtime, and she had gone running four hours before.
     They went to Mcdonalds. Jennifer wasn't very surprised when the
manager waved aside the cost of the food. "Free for Mr.  Antonio!" the
portly man trumpeted. Jennifer had a cheeseburger, small fries and a coke.
They sat down in a relatively isolated booth, and talked of very ordinary
things. Mark told her he was a business major, a transfer student from a
small college in Texas.  He was majoring in business because he figured
that with his power, he could make a fortune in business and still look
pretty legitimate. Jennifer in turn told him she was hoping to go to law
school and become a lawyer. All in all, the conversation was very
pedestrian, and they avoided any topics that concerned Mark's power.
Jennifer was surprised with how free Mark was being with information; it
was safe to say that she learned more about him in that conversation at
Mcdonalds than from all their previous conversations.
     Afterwards, they walked back to the park area of the campus.  "Kiss
one more person, Jennifer, and I'll let you go." Mark said as they across
the grass.
     "I don't understand you, Mark." Jennifer said. "Why do you like it so
much when I do things with other guys? Why don't you ever want me to do
things with you?"
     "That's a question." he pointed out. "I'll answer it after you kiss
another guy."
     "That was TWO questions." she said. "Answer me at least one, okay?"
     "Okay." he said. "I'll answer your second question. The reason I
don't have you do things with me, is because it doesn't really mean
anything to me. I can have any woman I want, any time I want. I could have
Hilary Clinton if I really wanted her. Sex isn't really that big a deal
for me."
     For some reason, this bothered Jennifer. "How many woman do you have
sex with, anyway? Lots?"
     "That's another question." he said. "You still owe me one."
     Jennifer scowled at him, then shrugged. "All right. Where's a guy?"
She looked around, and saw a guy sitting on a bench, reading.  He was in
an overgrown area of the park, and Jennifer thought it was likely that no
one would see her if she kissed him. Plus, he was fairly attractive, with
a lean body and a friendly face.  Jennifer nodded, this would be her
target.
     "I see someone. Stay here?" Mark saw the guy, too, and nodded his
assent. Jennifer started her stroll over, and once again felt the bubbling
excitement in the pit of her stomach. The I-can't-believe- I'm-doing-this
excitement. Finally, she reached the guy. He was intently reading a
calculus textbook, and didn't notice her approach.
     "Hi." she said. He continued to read his book. "I'm Marcie." she
continued uneasily. He still didn't notice her, and she stood awkwardly,
trying to figure out what to do.
     Then he looked up. "Oh, hi!" he said, and reached up to his ears.  He
pulled out two tiny black discs attached to wires: earphones.  She hadn't
even noticed them. "I'm sorry, I couldn't hear you...I had my walkman
blasting."
     "That's all right." Jennifer said. She stared at the wires trailing
down into his sweatshirt. Assumedly, he had a walkman down there
somewhere. "I didn't even see those earphones!"
     "Yeah, they're pretty small. Great for listening during class."  he
grinned. "I'm Francisco."
     "I'm Marcie." Jennifer said. "Can I sit down?"
     "Sure...I've never been one to deny a pretty lady." he grinned again.
Jennifer liked his grin; it was very open and friendly. Not like Greg's
seductive grin, but a grin without expectations.  Jennifer sat next to
him. "So, what's up, Marcie?" he asked.
     "Can I be completely frank with you?" she asked.
     "Sure, go for it."
     "I hope you don't think I'm being too forward...but I noticed you
over here...and, well, I just want to kiss you. Can I?"
     Francisco looked surprised, but not unhappy. "You want to kiss me?"
     Jennifer couldn't believe what she was saying, but the excitement was
still building within her. "Yes. Can I?"
     He shook his head, still grinning. "Ok, what is this, a joke, huh?
Where's the cameras?"
     "No joke." said Jennifer. Rather than trying further to convince him,
she decided to just go for it. She craned forward and pressed her lips
against his. He was hesitant at first, but rapidly got into it, pressing
back. His lips parted, and his tongue pushed into her mouth. His arms
enveloped her, and she was startled by the firmness with which he held
her. Finally, he released the kiss, and Jennifer gasped.
     "Wow!" she said.
     "Was it as good as you expected?" he grinned.
     "Yeah. It sure was." And they kissed again. This kiss lasted longer,
and his hands slipped up and down her back, pushing her body tight against
his. His tongue once again slipped into her mouth, and this time she
reciprocated, shyly darting her tongue against his. He smelled wonderful.
     Finally, they parted. Jennifer gasped again. "Still good?" he asked.
She nodded. "Want to do more?"
     "More?" she asked. In reply, he started his way down her neck,
sprinkling light kisses on her neck. He pushed the neckline of her t-shirt
over her shoulder, and pressed his lips against the exposed skin. Jennifer
felt a shiver creep through her, and she lifted her chin to give him
easier access to her neck. "Oh, wow." she said.
     "More?" he asked. Jennifer was about to nod, but then a thought
occurred to her. Excitement spilled through her, and she could hardly
control her voice when she spoke. "All right...but I have to do something
first, okay? I need to borrow your walkman.  Is that okay?"
     He became suspicious. "What for?"
     "Please." she said. Before she knew what she was doing, before she
could think enough to stop herself, she had pulled off her t-shirt and
sports bra. Francisco stared in shock at her exposed breasts. Jennifer
felt deliriously exposed, even though they were in an isolated area of the
campus and probably no one else could see her. Jennifer let Francisco eye
her breasts for a moment, then she pulled her t-shirt back on, and dropped
her sports bra in his lap. "You can keep this as hostage until I return
your walkman, all right?" He gaped at her, nodded as he scrambled to pull
out his walkman.
     Jennifer quickly had it set up. The walkman was tucked in the back of
her shorts. The wires wound up under her t-shirt, then came up disguised
in her hair to the earphones in her ears. Mark would see nothing. Jennifer
grinned.
     "I'll be right back." she said, and she turned and started walking
towards where she had left Mark. He wasn't there, but materialized out of
the trees as she neared.
     "You did it." he said. "I thought you were going to do more...why did
you take off your shirt?"
     "He wants to do more." she said. "So do I...but I couldn't, Mark.  I
just couldn't bring myself to! Mark...I want him to touch my body...but I
can't make myself let him! I keep getting nervous. Could you...could you
use your power? Tell me to do it? Please?"
     Mark arched an eyebrow. "You WANT me to use my power on you? Are you
sure, Jennifer?"
     "Yes!! I'm sure. Tell me to let him touch my body. Please, Mark? I
want him to so badly!"
     "Okay, if you want it." he said, sounding a little dazed. Then he
opened his mouth, and Jennifer could see his mouth moving. But at that
moment, she had snaked her hand behind her back, and pressed the play
button on the walkman, and her ears were bombarded with guitar. Mark
finished speaking, and stood watching her. Jennifer took an evaluation of
her mind. Nothing. His power hadn't worked on her. Jennifer smiled. She
had figured it out. She had beaten his power.
     Then she let her eyes appear to go vacant, and walked back to where
Francisco waited. She managed to conceal the walkman, and turned it off
before she reached him. "What was that about?" he asked her.
     "I was talking to that guy...he's a friend of mine." Jennifer
explained as she sat beside him. "He was the one who dared me to kiss you.
I just told him to get lost."
     "What did you need the walkman for?" asked Francisco.
     "Be quiet and kiss me." Jennifer said, and she leaned into his
Francisco's waiting lips. They kissed fiercely, and this time, Francisco
slid his hands under her t-shirt and slid them over her breasts. Jennifer
felt a tingle as his fingertips brushed her hard nipples, and felt herself
start to get wet down below. At first his touch was tentative, but after
she offered no objections, he began to press his hands against her
breasts, firmly fondling them.  Jennifer slipped her hands under his
shirt, and felt his bare flesh.  She liked the feel of his muscles; they
were tight and firm.
     Francisco started to push her back, and Jennifer let herself be
pushed down onto her back on the bench. Francisco lifted her t-shirt and
took her left nipple in his mouth, letting his tongue play along the
hardened tip, making her gasp. She felt exposed again, and thought about
making him stop. But the pleasure was too much, and it felt so good to
just lie back and let him kiss her. She gasped again as he began to circle
her nipple with his tongue; it was a wonderful, hot, tickling sensation.
She lost herself in the feel of his mouth, his lips pressing against her
breasts.
     Then he lifted his head and spoke. "How far is this going to go,
Marcie?" he asked.
     Jennifer sighed, closing her eyes. "Not much further, I'm afraid. Not
here anyway."
     "Want to go to my room?" he asked.
     Jennifer considered it. "No." she finally said. "Maybe another time,
but not right now." She sat up, letting her t-shirt fall back over her
breasts.
     "Too bad." Francisco was grinning. "You almost made all my fantasies
come true."
     "Mmm." said Jennifer, noticing the lump in the crotch of his shorts.
She touched it with her fingers, and watched the contented expression that
passed over his face. She slid her fingers down the front of his shorts,
encountered the head of his penis. Enraptured by the arousal on his face,
Jennifer took his hard-on in her hand and squeezed it lightly.
     "Ooh. That feels good." he sighed. Jennifer started to run her
fingers over it, exploring it. She slipped up to the head, pressing her
fingertip against the tiny hole at the tip, then ran her fingers down the
bottom of the shaft, circling around where it attached to the rest of his
body. He was fairly thick, and wondered what it would feel like to have
him inside of her.
     She started to stroke him, and he stifled a moan. She continued to
pull him up and down, when finally he stopped her.  "Quit it." he said.
"I'm gonna come."
     "So?"
     "So I don't want to come all over my shorts!"
     "Stand up and pull down your shorts." she said. "We're all alone
here, and besides, I want to see what you look like." She started to
stroke harder, and he groaned. He stood, and she pulled his engorged organ
out from his shorts. It stood out straight from his body, a thick purple
snout, and Jennifer stared at it as her hand ran up and down its length.
She hadn't seen many penises in her life, and was always amazed at how
fleshy and lumpy they were.  Not the perfect cylinders she always
expected. He was dripping a few beads of pre-come.
     Finally, he moaned, and his penis started to tense and pulse.  He
started to spurt, and Jennifer watched amazed as the blops of sperm
launched from his body and dropped onto the sidewalk. She just couldn't
imagine being a guy, having an organ that you pulled and prodded and that
finally granted you satisfaction by spurting white syrup out of its hole.
It was just too strange to think about.
     Francisco was breathing hard. Jennifer sat back onto the bench, and
waited for him to get recomposed. She watched his organ droop. Finally, he
pulled up his shorts again, and sat beside her.
     "Wow." he said. "You're unreal. Can I call you sometime?"
     She smiled and shook her head. "I'm sorry...but maybe I'll see you
another time, all right?" She handed him back her walkman, and took her
sports bra.
     He kissed her again, and she let herself melt into this last kiss.
"This has been the weirdest experience I've ever had." he said.  "Thanks,
Marcie."
     "Thank you, too, Francisco." she smiled. "You're wonderful, too.  I
have to go. See you later?"
     "I hope so." he said.
     "Me too. Bye!"
     "Bye."
     Jennifer stood and walked towards where she had last seen Mark. She
felt the slickness between her legs, and dreamed of how Francisco had
kissed her, wishing they could have done more. He had been so nice, and
hadn't treated her much like a slut even though she was pretty much acting
like one. He had been slow and gentle, just the way Jennifer liked. She
sighed happily, and waited for Mark to materialize. She waited, and he did
not appear.
     She looked through the park. He was nowhere to be found. Mark had
disappeared.


               Controlling Jennifer IX: Waiting for Mark

     "I wish I had a boyfriend." said Darlene, as she dropped her
book to the side and stared at the ceiling. She was lying on the bed,
supposedly studying, but the book was apparently so boring that
she would put it down every two minutes. Jennifer looked up from
her Chinese Culture homework.
     "So get a boyfriend." she told Darlene.
     Darlene sighed. "I can't. Look at me....I'm fat."
     "You're not fat!"
     "Yes, I am." said Darlene. "I wish I had your body, Jennifer."
     "Your body is fine, Darlene. Anyhow, if that's the way you
feel, why don't you go jogging with me? I always offer, but you
never go."
     Darlene leaned over and shook her head. "Some women just
can't run, Jen. You can, 'cause you look good running. But not me. I
look ridiculous. I look like I haven't run a day in my life."
     "You gotta start sometime." Jennifer said. "Come on, go with
me tomorrow. It won't be as bad as you think. I'll run with you the
entire way, ok?"
     Darlene just turned on her back and sighed. "I could, but it
wouldn't get me a boyfriend." She picked up her book, and started
reading again. Jennifer watched her for a moment, then turned back
to her homework.
     Not that she was having any more luck than Darlene. Her mind
kept returning to the same thought. Where was Mark? Why had he
disappeared that day? It had been almost a week, and she had heard
nothing from him.  Every time the phone rang, she expected it to be
him. Every time she went running in the morning, she expected to
see him waiting for her in the park. And thus far, she had always
been disappointed.
     And as always, her mind told her the answer. Call him. She
had checked for 'Antonio's in the school phone directory, and there
he was.  Marcus Robert Antonio. Extension 6072. All she had to do
was pick up the phone and call him.
     But always, just as her mind started to consider this option,
she would abandon it. Why was she calling him, anyway? Why did
she want to talk to him? True, they had become more friends than
master/slave over the weekend, but that didn't necessarily cancel
out the month of anxiety he had provided her with beforehand. No,
if he was gone, good riddance! She could get on with her life.
     At least for another five minutes, at which point her eyes
would once again drift from studying the Boxer rebellion to
studying the phone, and wondering why he had left her in the park
the saturday before. But she would never call him. No, she was
better off without him.

     Jennifer had last seen Jacob the tuesday before. She had been
walking down the men's hall, when suddenly he was there, glaring
out at her from his doorway. His hand was bandaged, and his eyes
were strange. A little too dark, a little too intense. The complete
opposite of the clumsy inebriated expression that had been on his
face the friday before. "Jennifer." he hissed.
     Jennifer froze. He wouldn't try anything, she told herself, not
in the middle of the hall. Still, fear clamped onto her heart, and,
her mind racing, she cursed herself for not telling Mark to do
something. Mark could change Jacob. Just with a couple words.
     "Jennifer." Jacob repeated. "What happened on friday night?"
His eyes searched her face, burning into her. God, he's changed, she
thought to herself. He used to be so friendly, so lively and cheerful.
Now he was dark and scowling, and his expression reminded
Jennifer of the sky before a thunderstorm. Have I done that to him?
she asked herself. Has Mark? She made a note to tell Mark about
Jacob the next time she saw him. Mark could change Jacob back.
     "You mean, you can't remember?" she asked. It was possible,
after all, he HAD been drunk.
     "Oh, I remember just fine. I remember too well. I just wanted
to get your side of the story." He paused, appraising her. "Who was
he, Cailly?"
     "Who was who?"
     "Don't fuck with me!" he snapped. His eyes were wild. My god,
what's wrong with him? she thought, stepping back, ready to bolt.
But Jacob seemed to reign in his temper, and looked upon her with
cold determination. "Who was the guy you were with? The guy..."
his voice shuddered. "The guy with the voice. Who was he, Jenny?" 
     "I don't know who you mean." she hedged. "What guy? You were
drunk, Jacob..."
     "Don't lie to me! Tell me who he is, Jennifer! Tell me!" he
snarled, and took a step forward. Jennifer would have bolted,
should have, in fact, but at that moment, all she could think of was
what an asshole Jacob was. And she got mad.
     "Jacob, stay away from me or you'll regret it." she said. Her
voice was very low and even, surprisingly even. Jacob's eyes
widened, and she could see him back down, could see him pulling
his rage back inside himself. His eyes went dark and dangerous
again.
     "We'll see." he said, and he pulled back into his room and shut
the door.
     Jennifer was left shivering. She felt like talking to Mark
right then and there, to tell him about Jacob, and get him to do
something. It wasn't that she feared just for herself; although it
was startling to realize, she feared for Mark too. Mark was so used
to relying on his power...would he be prepared if Jacob made a
sudden and surprise attack?
     In the end, as Jennifer made her way slowly down the stairs,
she became lost in uncertainty. She couldn't decide what to do. And
finally, she did nothing. But as she walked, a thought entered her
head. Monsters beget monsters, she thought, and this phrase kept
returning to her the rest of the day.

     "This book is SO boring!" wailed Darlene, heaving the book
across the room into the closet door. Jennifer blinked. Back to
reality. She turned, and couldn't help smiling at the image of
Darlene staring in frustration at the battered book.
     "It's your fault." Jennifer said. "You shouldn't have taken a
class with the name 'Role of the Elderly in Pre-industrial France.'"
     "Had to." muttered Darlene, sulking. "Needed to satisfy the
European culture core requirement." She picked up a stuffed animal
from her bed, the austere looking walrus she called Jefferson, and
started to toss it up and down. "When are you going running
tomorrow?"
     "I don't know. Probably in the morning, around 9:30 or so."
     Darlene sighed, as if the next words out of her mouth would
cause her physical pain. "Maybe I will go with you." she said
reluctantly. "I really need to get in shape, and I suppose I need to
stop putting it off."
     " 'Your one true love loves you for yourself, not your body.' "
quoted Jennifer. Darlene grimaced; it was a favorite saying of
Kristi, one of their Resident Advisers, and they were all sick of
hearing it because Kristi was absolutely gorgeous and it seemed
had never had to worry about attracting guys at all. Jennifer
looked at Darlenes face as it bobbed up and down, following the
rise and plunge of Jefferson, and she decided Darlene was not
unattractive. She was somewhat plump, but she had a cute face,
and curly hair that bounced like tiny springs whenever she moved.
Of course, thought Jennifer, maybe guys saw things different.
     "That's easy for Kristi to say." said Darlene. "They have to
notice you before they can love you." Jefferson went up again,
came down again.
     "Yeah, and then it's still a mess. It never gets perfect."
     Darlene grinned at that. She had a nice, lively grin, too. "Yeah!
'Cause even when you've found the perfect guy, you still gotta live
with him." She tossed Jefferson again, this time missing him as he
came down. He bounced against the bed spread. "Maybe I'll just stay
single and get rich. Maybe guys aren't worth it."
     "Sounds good." Jennifer smiled. "Maybe if you give up guys, I'll
be able to get some homework done."
     Darlene grinned again. "Oh, that's how it is, huh? Ok, I'll leave
you in peace...I'm gonna go check if Amy is still awake." She slipped
on a pair of slippers and padded out the door in the direction of
Amy's room.
     Jennifer was left by herself. She sighed. "Who am I kidding?"
she said to herself. "Darlene's not the only reason I'm not getting
anything done." She looked at the phone, and was about to reach for
it, when she made herself stop. Instead, she made herself reach for
her pencil. "Don't." she told herself. "Let Mark call you. He likes to
be in control so much, fine, let him be in control. As for you, get on
with your life." Good advice. She started writing.

     At 9:30, Darlene and Jennifer, dressed in t-shirts and shorts,
walked side by side through the park and to the track. Jennifer had
planned on taking it easy, and just having them both run a slow
mile. But even that was too much for Darlene; after about two
laps, with the pace slowing more and more as time went on, she
finally stopped and refused to run any further. A final compromise
was reached with she agreed to walk two more laps with Jennifer,
so that they could at least say they had done a mile, even if they
hadn't run the whole thing.
     So they walked around the track and talked, mostly about
school and other people. "What happened to Jacob's hand?" Darlene
asked as they neared the end of the mile.
     "Hmm?"
     "His hand is all bandaged. I asked him what had happened, but
he wouldn't tell me. 'Ask Jennifer.' he said."
     Jennifer frowned. "It was his own fault." she said. "Remember
the dance friday night? He showed up drunk, and tried to get in a
fight with the guy I was dancing with. Said I was his girlfriend and
all that."
     "What an asshole." said Darlene with disgust. "So what
happened?"
     Jennifer thought about lying. "Mark happened." she finally
said. "It's kind of hard to explain, but Mark intervened and told
them to take it outside. So anyhow, they went out to fight, and
Jacob got his hand burnt or something."
     "Wow! Mark saved you?"
     "Sort of. Don't look at me like that, it wasn't like that at all. I
think maybe he just wanted to see a good fight." That was the
truth, thought Jennifer. And she had been thinking of calling this
guy? Uh, uh. Good riddance.
     "Sounds like I missed the action that night." Darlene said.
     "You didn't miss much." said Jennifer.

     Afterwards, they were walking back through the park, when
Jennifer saw a familiar face walking towards them. She
suppressed an urge to run and hide. It was Francisco. As he neared
them, he called in greeting "Hi, Marcie!"
     "Who's he talking to?" whispered Darlene.
     "Shh." said Jennifer. "I'll explain afterwards." She waved. "Hi,
Francisco!" she called back. She could feel Darlene's wide grin at
her back.
     Francisco neared. "I was wondering if I would ever see you
again." he said cheerfully.
     "Francisco...I have a confession to make." Jennifer took a
breath. "My name isn't Marcie. It's Jennifer."
     "Jennifer?" 
     "Yeah. I'm sorry...I told you my name was Marcie
because...well, you can probably figure out why."
     Francisco nodded. "Yeah. Yeah, I think I can. So, Jennifer. Nice
to meet you." he smiled. "I was hoping I would find you around
here."
     Jennifer opened her mouth to say something else, when she
felt a poke behind her. "Oh, I'm sorry. This is my roommate
Darlene."
     "Hi, Darlene." said Francisco. Jennifer couldn't help but smile
at the friendliness in his voice. Francisco's a good guy, she
decided.
     "Hi." said Darlene.
     "Well, Marcie...ah...JENNIFER...since I've found you again, I get a
chance to ask you out. Want to get dinner and catch a movie on
friday?"
     Jennifer stopped to consider. A voice called out inside her:
what about Mark? But she pushed it back. What ABOUT Mark? She
didn't owe him anything. "Ok." she said to Francisco. "Sounds like
fun. Want my number?"
     He grinned. "Oh, I get your number this time, Marcie?"
     Jennifer felt herself blushing. Ridiculous, she thought...she
had kissed him, let him see her breasts in public, all without
blushing...why blush now? "Uh huh." she said. "You get my number
now. 8621...can you remember it, or should I write it down?"
     "8621. I can remember it. See you on friday, Jennifer." he said.
     "Bye." said Jennifer. He walked away.
     "Bye!" called Darlene. "Nice meeting you!" As they started
walking again, Darlene turned to her, excited. "Wow! Jennifer,
what's gotten into you? That makes four different guys I've seen
after you in the last week! I swear, suddenly you've become Miss
Popularity!"
     Jennifer felt like saying that guys liked a slutty woman, but
held her tongue. That was the truth after all, wasn't it? She had
met all those guys, Jacob, Derrick, now Francisco, all because she
had been willing to let herself be seen as a sex object. Sex,
wonderful way to attract men, she thought to herself with a note
of bitterness. All except for Mark. She had met Mark because he had
wanted her to act like a sex object.
     " 'Your one true love loves you for yourself, not your body.' "
Jennifer quoted.
     "Uh huh." Darlene nodded with a grin. "You're starting to get
worse than Kristi."
     Jennifer shook her head. "I don't feel that popular. I feel like a
piece of meat."
     "Aw. What's wrong, Jennifer? Guys pressuring you, or
something?" she peered at Jennifer. "Who's been pressuring you?"
     No one, I've been giving in without any pressuring at all, she
thought. But Jennifer couldn't tell Darlene that. She was Jennifer's
roommate, but that didn't mean she wouldn't call Jennifer a slut
just like everyone else. Nice girls just didn't give strangers
handjobs in the middle of parks.
     Darlene had become stern. "Jennifer Cailly, tell me who has
been pressuring you. Is it Mark?"
     "No one." sighed Jennifer. "No, not Mark. I just feel like that's
why I've been getting so much attention lately. Guys just want me
to sleep with them."
     Darlene eased out of her rigid motherly mode and shrugged.
"So, what else is new? If I remember correctly, you had frat guys
hanging around you in a swarm around the beginning of the year.
You handled them well enough. Besides, I guess I don't know
Francisco, but he seemed like a nice guy. Hey, you haven't told me
why he called you Marcie!"
     Jennifer, fortunately, had planned for this question since
friday night. She had expected it to be asked about Derrick, but
apparently Darlene had forgotten certain details about that night,
probably lost in an alcoholic mist. "I told him my name was Marcie
first time I met him. You know, I wasn't sure if I wanted him to
know my real name. I wasn't sure what kind of guy he was." She
thought about Francisco. Darlene was right, he WAS a nice guy...and
just because Jennifer had about thrown her body at him didn't
mean that was all he wanted.
     What would Mark think if he knew she was going out with
Francisco. Would he care at all? Maybe he wanted her to be with
Francisco. Maybe that was why he had left her. Maybe Mark was
gone for good.
     Somehow, she couldn't believe this.

     Jennifer dressed casually for her date, wearing a pair of snug
but comfortable jeans and a deep red shirt under a denim jacket. A
pair of Darlene's earrings, the ones that happened to perfectly
match her red shirt, finished off the picture. "You look great!"
gushed Amy. "Dressed to kill!"
     "Thanks, Amy." Jennifer smiled at her reflection in the
mirror. She liked the way she looked. "What are you all going to
do?"
     Darlene was lounging on her bed, and another taller girl
named Maya was sitting in her seat. "Probably screw around in the
dorm." she said. "None of US have dates." She grinned. 
     "Is he going to come to your room?" asked Amy excitedly. Amy
got excited whenever anyone had a date. It was her way.
     "No, I said I would meet him down in the lobby. Actually I'd
better go see if he's there now." Jennifer grabbed her wallet and
turned to leave.
     "No!" Amy bounced to intercept her. "What if he's not there?
I'll go check, okay!" And without waiting, Amy had bounced out the
door and was racing down the hall.
     Jennifer sighed, and sat down on her bed. "You feel jittery?"
asked Maya.
     "Not really." said Jennifer, and it was the truth. After all she
had been through with Mark, a first date seemed strangely
relaxing.
     Amy shot into the room. "I saw him! He's down there watching
TV. Darlene, he's exactly like you described him!"
     Jennifer scooped up her wallet and slid it into the inside
pocket of her jacket. "Then I guess I'm off." she said. "Have fun, you
guys."
     "You, too!" they all chimed, and then Jennifer was out the
door, ignoring the double entendres and laughter that predictably
followed. As she walked down the men's hall, she felt creepy,
especially walking by Jacob's door. It felt like she was being
watched. She wrote it off as anxiety about Jacob, and made her
way down the stairs.
     Sure enough, Francisco was there. "Hey, Jennifer!" he greeted
her as she approached. "You look great!"
     "Thanks." she smiled. "Sorry if you waited."
     "Don't worry about it. I just got here a second ago. Want to
go?" Jennifer nodded, and he led the way out the door and to his
car. It was a beat-up blue Toyota Celica. "The Francisco-mobile!"
he proclaimed proudly.
     "Wow." said Jennifer.
     "Yeah, I know, it's not much, but first cars never are."
Francisco let her in, and they were off.
     Dinner was nice. They went to a place called Louisa's, a small
diner-type restaurant Jennifer had never been to before. Francisco
talked a lot, and told a lot of jokes. Most of them were at least
enough to make Jennifer smile. By the end of the meal, Jennifer
had decided Francisco was a fun guy to be with.
     They went to the theater near the campus, which was a big
twelve-plex that seemed to make its money mostly off of the
college students. He asked her what she wanted to see, and
Jennifer told him anything was fine. So they saw "Army of
Darkness." Francisco had seen it three times, Jennifer not at all,
but he said it was a fun film. The audience was very loud, cheering
and catcalling and basically having a good time. Halfway through
the film, Francisco put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her
close. He was very confident in the way he did it, and Jennifer
leaned against him.
     Then his other hand slid upward, and almost absent-mindedly
started to rub her arm. It slowly made its way up her arm, and
Jennifer could see where it would go if she didn't stop it. But she
couldn't decide whether to stop it; she usually didn't like to do
much more than kiss on the first date, but how could she protest,
after what they had done in the park? Inevitably, Francisco's hand
reached her right breast, and he started to fondle it through her shirt.
     Jennifer looked around. The theater wasn't very crowded,
except for a loud gathering near the front, and no one was paying
any attention to them. Jennifer had taken off her jacket, and had it
laying over her lap. At first, she felt Francisco's fondling without
emotion, letting him play with her breast and feeling it from a
distance, as if it wasn't attached to her. He must have felt her
coldness, because he leaned in towards her. "Are you okay?" he
asked uncertainly.
     Jennifer was swept with confusion. What to say? How could
she stop him, when the time before she had practically begged him
to touch and feel her body. Come on, Jennifer, she told herself
silently. Get into it. She pushed a smile onto her face, and nuzzled
into Francisco. With her other hand, she pushed his hand back onto
her breast.
     He happily started to fondle her again, pushing his finger
down the cup of the bra and twiddling her nipple. It hardened
immediately. Jennifer concentrated, trying to force herself to
enjoy it. After all, this was the way he knew her, right? Besides,
she had enjoyed it before...she just needed to get herself in the
right frame of mind. She tried to put images of pleasure into her
head. You are enjoying this, she told yourself. You are enjoying it.
     He leaned over to her. "You like that?" he asked.
     "Uh huh." she lied.
     He leaned in closer, and moved his hand down her body, until
he was sliding it between her legs, clumsily pressing her slit
through her jeans. She was surprised at how dry she was; on the
whole, she was surprised at how distant she felt from her body.
She felt utterly passionless. So he wouldn't know anything was
wrong, she scissored her legs open slightly and gave him more
access to her crotch.
     He slipped his hand up and down, rubbing against the denim.
This is wrong, thought Jennifer. I would've never allowed anyone to
do this before. Not before Mark.
     "Are you okay?" asked Francisco.
     "I'm fine...that just feels good." And to keep him distracted,
she slipped her own hand between his legs and ran her fingertips
over the hard bulge in his pants. She could feel it straining against
the fabric, and Francisco closed his eyes and sighed slightly.
Jennifer slid her hand over his shaft, and that seemed to keep his
mind occupied. Meanwhile, his hand probed her own crotch, and she
could feel the wetness finally start to form between her legs.
     Francisco leaned over and kissed her. It took her by surprise,
and she broke out of it before she had intended. He tried again, and
this time she met him halfway; they kissed for a moment, their
tongues shyly darting against each other. His lips were very firm
and unyielding, and his kisses were very hard and passionate.
     Even so, after he kissed her for the fifth or sixth time, and as
they leaned against each other, his hand brushing her breasts, a
loud burst of laughter filled the theater. Jennifer broke the kiss to
see what was happening on the screen; there appeared to be some
battle sequence occurring. She watched for a second, before
Francisco moved in and kissed her again.
     This time, she pushed him away. "Francisco...come on, let's
watch the movie." She could feel his disappointment, coming from
him like a tangible wave. "After." she promised him, and even as
she said it, she wondered if she would keep her promise. 
     And After soon came. Francisco put his arm around her as
they left the theater, and led her to the Francisco-mobile. They
drove, and they drove, and after a while, Francisco stopped the car,
and they were off in some out-of-the-way woodsy area.
     "Here we are." he said.
     Here we are, Jennifer's mind echoed. What now, Miss Cailly?
     Now you let him screw you, came the response.
     Following Francisco's suggestion, they moved to the back
seat. He moved in to kiss her, and this time they kissed for a long
while. His hands pressed at her back, but soon they moved freely at
her chest, unbuttoning her shirt even as they were locked in
embrace. He opened her shirt, and cupped her breasts gently,
lifting them in his hands as if amazed by their existance.
Jennifer's red shirt fell discarded, and quickly, her blouse fell too.
She made him stop, and removed Darlene's earrings so they
wouldn't snag on anything. Then she returned to his touch. He
played with her breasts, fingering her nipples and making them
harden. He was at least gentle; she liked a gentle touch, and that
more than anything was making the whole thing endurable. He
pushed her backwards to lie against the armrest, and started to
kiss his way down her body.
     His tongue was wet and slick against her breasts, and she
could feel it rough against her sensitive nipples. For some reason,
an image of a dog appeared in her head and wouldn't go away. He's
licking me like a dog. Lapping at me like he's going to eat me up. He
nuzzled the soft undersides of her chest, pressing his lips against
the point where her breasts met the rest of her body. She sighed,
and let him continue.
     He made his way down, tonguing her belly button for an extra
long time, as if to tease her. Then he was fumbling with the snap
to her jeans. What the heck, she thought, so far I've given him
everything else. And she reached down, and helped him undo the
clasp.
     He pulled at the top of the jeans, and she lifted her butt to
help him pull them off. Her panties went next, falling in a heap
with the rest of her clothes. Jennifer looked down, her mind
focusing intently on her exposed pubic triangle. So black in the
light, like a little arrowpoint - enter here. Francisco started to
strip himself, pulling off his shirt and unsnapping his jeans.
Jennifer watched him, waiting.
     His penis sprung free, rock hard, like she had remembered it
from before. Maybe bigger. Francisco's hand probed between her
legs; she could tell he was experienced by the way he quickly found
her clit and fingered her until she was good and wet. Gasping,
laying back, waiting for him to penetrate her.
     He'll expect me to reciprocate, she thought. Here I've been
sitting here, like a corpse...like a bad lover. She took his penis in
her hand and slipped her hand up and down it. With her other hand,
she cupped his balls, lifting them and then letting them fall.
Feeling the coarse hair on them. He moaned, and his fingers slid
over her pussy lips.
     "Condom." she said. He nodded, and fumbled out a little plastic
square, clumsily producing the circular tube. Jennifer watched as
he slid it on. First it goes in that, then it goes in me, she thought.
Then we go home.
     Fortunately, she was wet enough that he slid in easily enough.
She could again feel his experience as he expertly maneuvered deep
within her, and she could feel her pussy clench tightly around
him. He was in her, moving, a living thing, pumping back and forth
deep inside her vagina. A piece of man. And he was good at what he
was doing. He managed to rub against her swollen clit as he
pumped in and out, and she found herself building toward an
orgasm. She felt it very analytically as it came, idly feeling the
pleasure build-up. He came before she did, judging by his moaning
and his spasming cock. She was afraid he would give up then, but
he pumped at her even as he softened, somewhat ineffectively, but
effective enough that her orgasm hit soon after his. She happily
rode the wave of pleasure. Take me away, she thought. But after
her shuddering climax was over, she was still in the car, and
Francisco was rolling down the window to toss away the jizz-
filled plastic. Jennifer closed her legs, and pressed them tightly
together. She felt lost.
     They dressed. Francisco joked around, but Jennifer was
suddenly feeling very tired. All she wanted to do was get back to
her room. The ride back was sober and quiet.
     "I hope you had a good time." he said, as the car idled in the
parking lot.
     "I did." she told him, and they kissed.
     "Want me to walk you to your room?"
     "No. That's fine. I can make it." She got out of the car, and
returned his wave as he drove away.
     Darlene was asleep, and Jennifer quietly gathered up a
nightgown and went to the bathroom to take a shower. As she let
the water rush down her body, she leaned against the wall, more
tired than she should have been, and wondered what she was
becoming.
     And once again, she wondered why Mark had left her.


     Controlling Jennifer X: Voice of Reason

     For about a week, whenever someone knocked on the door,
 Jennifer would automatically think it was Mark. She would slowly
 slide to the door, preparing herself for his face, her mind furiously
 trying to figure out what to say. And then she would open the door,
 and it would be Amy, or Darlene after forgetting her key, or
 someone else, and Jennifer would feel a strange double feeling, 
 let-down and relieved, all at the same time. And then, one day, she
 opened the door without even thinking that it might be Mark. It
 wasn't, and soon she stopped expecting him.
     Francisco asked her out again, and she found herself making
 an excuse, telling him she really needed to study in the library, and
 she was sorry but maybe another time. She did it instinctively, not
 particularly sure why at the time except that she really didn't
 FEEL like it. Afterwards, she probed her mind, to decide on the real
 reason she didn't want to go out with him. About the best she could
 come up with was that he didn't excite her that much; she had first
 approached her as a target for one of Mark's games, and she wasn't
 sure she could think of him as anything else.
     What if Mark really was gone? What if she had really seen the
 last of him? Could she go back to her normal life again? Jennifer
 honestly didn't know. She had been in complete control of her life
 before he came, in control of all things: herself, her social life,
 her studies. She could pretty easily get back in control of her
 social life; it was all a matter of telling Francisco that she
 wanted to take it slower, and then letting things run as before,
 with her not doing anything she didn't feel like. If Francisco didn't
 like that, well, it was all right; Jennifer didn't need him anyway.
 She wasn't like Darlene. She really didn't feel any need to have a
 boyfriend. School was also no problem. Her study habits had been
 suffering from distraction, but without Mark, she thought that
 would soon fade.
     But what about herself? Mark had awakened something in
 Jennifer, a certain restlessness. A desire to rush into things
 against her better judgement. A desire to lose control. She was
 addicted to the feeling, the I-can't-believe-I'm-doing-this feeling.
 He had addicted her to it. It was like a beer commercial she had
 seen as a freshman in high school. It was a typical commercial,
 filled with happy beautiful people, but the image that had caught
 Jennifer's mind was of a pretty dark-haired lady in a silver dress,
 letting herself be pulled down a hallway. Apparently, she was
 going to some party; at least that's the way she was made up. A
 handsome man was pulling her along behind him, and as they rushed
 down the hall, the lady turned and smiled at the camera. At
 Jennifer. And her smile seemed to say, I don't know where he's
 taking me, but I'm sure we'll have a great time once we get there.
 Jennifer had been enchanted by the image at the time, but hadn't
 been able to figure out exactly why until she had met Mark.
     Submissiveness. The word itself was nasty, something
 Jennifer had been trained all her life to reject. Never let yourself
 be cowed, her father had told her. You can have anything you want
 as long as you don't let anything stand in your way. For years, she
 had approached all things with this attitude. All things including
 sex.
     But with Mark she discovered a strange paradox; even while
 she was submitting to his words, she had power over him. The
 lines between submission and domination were blurred, and he was
 almost as much a slave to her actions as she was to his commands.
 In the end, it didn't feel so much like she was giving him control,
 it felt more like she was completely losing all control, giving her
 puppet-strings to her body and its desires, and letting it run
 rampant. For a young girl who had made certain she was
 completely in control all her life, it was a very different feeling.
 Not necessarily a good feeling, but a very tempting one.
     And then came Tuesday night. She was lying in bed, tossing
 and turning, not able to sleep. It was late, and Darlene was
 sleeping soundly beside her, but Jennifer just couldn't sleep. She
 felt that feeling in her body. A desire to let herself lose control,
 and act against her better judgement. To go and do something
 absolutely insane. Something she would never think of doing if she
 was thinking clearly. To fight against it was a losing battle from
 the beginning. But she tried. Tried and failed.
     She got dressed in the dark, quietly so she wouldn't wake
 Darlene. And all the time she was thinking to herself: why am I
 doing this? This is absolutely mad! But she seemed powerless to
 stop the feeling within her. To go to sleep at that point would have
 been anticlimactic.
     She slipped on a jacket, and was out the door.
     The dorm was dark and quiet, except for a few insomniacs
 watching t.v. in the lobby. Jennifer slipped out the door without
 them seeing her. It was cold outside, and she shivered. Last chance
 to back out, she thought, but she couldn't and knew it. The farther
 she went, the more it seemed like a crime to turn back. She walked
 out from the dorm.
     Her mind was dancing crazily from one thought to the next,
 noticing every detail around her. The night seemed alive, somehow
 more vibrant than before. Or maybe she was just more sensitive to
 it. Part of her was scared, of the dark and those who hid within it,
 but that part was suppressed by a sense of destiny. She felt like
 she was no longer in control of her actions, like her mind was the
 prisoner of her body, and her body was being pulled along by some
 force unknown to her. Without being fully aware of where she was
 going, she soon found herself at the pond between the schools two
 administration buildings. It was an artificially created pond,
 stocked with green water lilies and millions of tiny guppies. At
 night, small lights on the side of the pond gave the whole area a
 hazy white surreal glow. Jennifer stood in this glow for a moment,
 trembling, looking down at the pond. 
     It penetrated her trance that she was also illuminated in the
 glow, and, still not understanding what she intended to do, she
 glanced around nervously, then headed over to the rocks on the
 right side of the pond. They served as a back drop to the entire
 pond, a wall of gradually ascending rocks that rose behind it to
 tower beside the adminstration building. Jennifer scrambled up
 onto a low rock, then climbed onto the next highest rock, until she
 was behind the pond on a platform of rock, about eight feet over
 the surface of the water. The platform was big enough that she
 could sit down, and she did, her back pressed against the rough
 rock behind her. She trembled, and it was more than the chill of
 the night. She was in the shadows, and was content that she wasn't
 that visible from below. But she still shivered. Now came the big
 step, and she wasn't sure she could really go through with it.
     But a delirious feeling of daring and anticipation rushed
 through her as she contemplated it. She breathed deeply, and
 started to untie her shoes. They don't make a difference, she
 thought. I'm still decent if they're off.
     But soon they were off, and so were her socks, and the
 anticipation was soaring and plunging through her. She looked
 around, making sure for one last time that no one was spying on
 her. Then, her fingers trembling, she unsnapped her jeans. 
     She took them off slowly, awkwardly, and the wind rushed in
 to embrace her bare legs. Her breathing was fast and nervous, and
 she tried to sooth her frightened mind. No one is here, she told
 herself. No one can see you. Her fingers ran against the fabric of
 her panties, rubbing against the rough lace. Now she was indecent.
 You couldn't see anything, but that didn't matter. She traced the
 line of her slit through the cloth, and felt a shot of momentary
 pleasure until it was washed away by the cold fear that she was
 being watched. She glanced around. No one. Just paranoia.
     She pulled off her jacket, and put it in the growing stack of
 clothes. Her fingers gripped the edge of her t-shirt. This was it. No
 bra underneath to hide her. Once this was off, she was officially
 naked. She held her breath and slipped it off.
     The feeling was incredible! Both the night on her nude body,
 and the rush that went through her soul. I'm actually doing this!
 she kept thinking to herself, over and over. She pressed against the
 rock behind her, the rough stone digging into her bare back, and she
 looked in wonder at her naked breasts jutting out from her body,
 open to the night.
     Her panties joined the pile of clothes, and she sat, shivering,
 feeling the cold stone against her butt. She pulled her legs to her,
 squeezing them, running her fingers from her ankles to her thighs,
 as if making sure she was actually bare. Her legs felt long and
 smooth, and Jennifer extended them away from her. This increased
 her feeling of exposure, and her mind fought between fear and
 thrill. Her pubic triangle was dark in the shadow, and she slipped
 her finger along the rough strands of hair. To be REALLY exposed, a
 voice in the back of her head reminded her, you would have to
 spread your legs. After all, that's the classic position of the
 decadent woman. Jennifer, trembling, started to scissor open her
 legs. But no, if she really wanted to do it, she would have to turn
 and face the pond. That way, anyone who stood there and faced the
 right direction would be able to look right at her pussy. 
     She inched around ninety degrees, and pressed her back
 against the concrete wall of the administration building. My god,
 I'm crazy, she thought. Mark's gone, but that doesn't matter, I've
 got him now in my head, telling me things to do. For some reason,
 this thought struck her as funny, and she fought off a giggle. 3, 2,
 1, go for it, Jenn. And she pulled open her legs, spreading them
 before the world.
     A couple seconds, while she looked around dazed, making sure
 no one was actually watching her. Then she let her gaze fall
 downward, and her heartbeat raced to see her exposed slit. She
 closed her eyes, and let her hand fall between her legs, probing
 herself. She was still pretty dry, but that was all right, it was
 hard to get turned on in the cold, and the thrill she felt was more
 than sexual. She dug her finger as far in herself as she could, then
 slowly moved it around, feeling the soft warmth both around her
 and within her. Her thumb brushed against her clit, sending small,
 cold bursts of pleasure through her. It would be impossible to
 masturbate to any sort of peak; she was just too cold and nervous
 to even fake it. Instead, she pressed her hand against her pussy,
 feeling the soft contours of it against her palm, caressing it
 gently in a nervous massage.
     What now? She looked uneasily down into the pond. The water
 looked cold, and she wasn't sure she could actually go through with
 it. What if someone saw her? Jennifer pulled back into the
 shadows, squeezing her arms against her breasts. It felt strange,
 to feel the bare tips of her nipples against her arms; she was used
 to the fabric. Once more, she looked down into the pond, into the
 lightly illuminated depths. She thought about her naked body wet
 and gleaming in the flourescent lights. An image of herself
 standing knee-deep, like a water nymph, wet and innocent, while
 trickles of pond water dripped down her breasts and jumped off
 her nipples. Then she thought about herself, wet, cold, and
 vulnerable, captured in the glowing lights. I can't, she thought. It's
 just too much.
     But now, once her clothes were off, she almost couldn't bring
 herself to put them back on. She wanted to enjoy her nakedness as
 long as she could. The stars were twinkling in a relatively clear
 sky above her, and Jennifer leaned back against the rock wall and
 watched them. All the while, she felt the cold night goosebumping
 her skin.
     Finally, paranoia struck her, more than before. She thought
 she heard rustling. Maybe a security guard. Maybe a psycho. She
 scrambled back into her clothes, and was off into the night like a
 thief.
     The walk back was numb in her mind, passing before she
 realized it, and she found herself settled in bed, hot and sweating
 despite the cool night air, her heart beating furiously underneath
 the covers. I can't believe I just did that, she thought. And she felt
 the rush.

     And so Jennifer didn't know what to do anymore. Mark had left
 her, but he was not completely gone from her life. His voice still
 spoke in her head, the voice of temptation, telling her things she
 shouldn't do, making her think about doing them.
     And then, two weeks after she had last seen him, on the
 friday night she might have spent with Francisco if she had
 wanted, Jennifer opened the door, and there was Mark. It was three
 days after her night escapade. She hadn't expected to see Mark. Yet
 there he was.
     She regarded him with shock. She had told herself she might
 never see him again, but had never really believed it. And here he
 was. His hair was somewhat disheveled, and his eyes were dull. As
 Jennifer looked at him, she felt something twinge inside her, like
 someone had tapped her heart with an icicle, and she wished he
 would grin his confident grin. The way he looked... he looked like a
 haunted man. Like someone who had been thinking a little too much.
     "Mark." she said. "I was wondering if I would see you again."
     "Did you want to?" he asked quietly. She could almost barely
 hear him.
     "Where did you go? I looked for you afterwards..." she let her
 voice fade, hoping he would supply the rest.
     He did not. She heard him speak, felt his power catching hold
 of her, and she realized what he was saying a split-second before
 he completed his statement. "Jennifer, forget me." She opened her
 mouth to protest, to cry out and make him stop before he could
 finish.
     And then she found herself faced with a strange man. His eyes
 stared at her with an uncomfortable intensity, and they were
 filled with pain. She wondered why. "Can I help you?" she asked
 him. Maybe he was one of Darlene's friends.
     "No. No, I'm sorry." his voice was trembling. "I must have the
 wrong room. Sorry to bother you." And he turned to walk off. His
 shoulders were hunched, and Jennifer watched him go with
 curiousity. A strange man... yet he looked... familiar?
     She felt depressed for some reason. She felt like she was
 losing something, but couldn't figure out what it was. Maybe it was
 because of the guy. He had seemed depressed, maybe it was rubbing
 off on her.
     Jennifer shrugged and went back to her desk. Her mind kept
 returning to the man's face, and how familiar he seemed. But try as
 she might, she couldn't place him. Finally, she gave up, and
 returned to studying.

          Controlling Jennifer XI: Forget-Me-Not

     "I just wanted to say I'm sorry." began Jacob. Jennifer sat on
 her bed, listening to him. His words sounded like he had practiced
 them over and over again, but Jennifer only half listened to him.
 She had heard the important part anyway, the 'I'm sorry' part. The
 rest was just filler, padding for the first sentence. Instead,
 Jennifer studied his face. He looked different from before, less
 intense and more tired, like he had gone through some sort of
 emotional upheaval and was now coming out of it. 
     "I'm sorry I came on so strongly, and pressured you so much.
 You were... well, to put it bluntly, that one day, making love to you
 was the most incredible experience I've ever had. I guess you could
 say it made me a little..." he hesitated. "...obsessed...with you."
     Jennifer's voice was a little distant, as she remembered how
 he had looked that day in the hallway, when he had asked her about...hmm, well,
he had asked her how he had burned his hand.
 "You've been acting so...different." she said to him. Come to think of
 it, how HAD he burned his hand? Jennifer fought off the temptation
 to pursue this tangent in her mind; she had recently come to the
 realization that she, too, had been acting very different the past
 month, and now she was trying to get a grasp of all she had done.
     Jacob hung his head. "I know." he said quietly. "Like I said, I've
 been kind of obsessed with you. I hope I didn't scare you too
 much...if it means anything at all, lately, I've been kind of scaring
 myself lately. All I can say is I'm sorry, Jenn...I'm trying to get
 more in control of my life now." He looked up at her, and she saw
 something in his eyes, a glimmer of hunger as he looked at her.
 "You have to understand..." he breathed. "...that day was incredible.
 YOU were incredible. I've never had sex like that before... it was
 unreal."
     Jennifer bit her lip uneasily. It was her own fault, for acting
 that way...why had she done that in the first place, anyway? She
 had acted so crazy that first day, throwing herself at any man she
 saw. Throwing herself at Jacob. It was the beginning of everything,
 the start of the month of madness. Jennifer shook her head. "I have
 to apologize, too, Jacob. I've been acting really weird this month,
 too...well, since that same day. To be honest, I don't think I
 would've slept with you if I had really been myself." She turned
 away to look out the window, her next words inaudible except to
 herself. "I really don't know what's come over me."
     When she looked back at Jacob, she was amazed. He had a
 fervent, strained expression on his face, and it looked like it was
 taking all his willpower to keep from sweeping her up in his arms
 right then and there. He took a step forwards unconsciously, then
 noticed and forced himself two steps back. "Don't say that,
 Jennifer...you don't need to apologize for anything. Especially not
 what happened that day. I..uh...I gotta get going...can we be friends
 again? JUST friends?" He gave her a slight, almost melancholy
 smile.
     Jennifer thought about offering him a hug...but she still didn't
 trust that look in his eyes, and worried a hug might lead to more.
 "All right. Friends." she said. She tried to smile but wasn't able to.
     Jacob looked at her uncertainly, then grinned again. "Good. See
 you later, Jennifer." He walked out the door.
     "Bye." said Jennifer, and watched him leave. Her eyes drifted
 to his arm as he entered the hallway and disappeared from her
 sight. The bandage was gone now, and the burn was pretty much
 healed up...how had he received it, anyways? She would have sworn
 she was there, and that she had seen it happen...but she couldn't
 remember exactly when, or how. It had happened on friday, she
 knew that for sure, because he had burned it after he had broken in
 on her with Derrick. When Derrick had led them out to the parking
 lot for the fight. Or...was it Derrick? Or...someone else? Jennifer
 felt a familiar sensation, like something or someone was dancing
 at the edge of her memory, fluttering just barely out of reach, a
 moth bumping against the dim light of her mind. But, as usual, no
 matter how hard she tried, she couldn't pinpoint it, and soon it all
 faded. It had the feeling of a dream, disappearing quickly out of her
 consciousness until she had no grasp of it left.
     She slammed her fist down into her pillow, taking her
 frustrations out against its softness. She was sure that this
 elusive memory was the key to her recent madness; she didn't
 know how she knew, but she knew. If only she could remember.

     The next day, Jennifer found herself staring at a tree. She
 was in the park with Darlene, walking to the track, when she saw
 the tree, and abruptly she found herself completely focused on it.
 That tree. She knew that tree. She had been sitting under that
 tree...sometime recently...with someone. Not Francisco, not
 Darlene, someone else. Someone in a strange mood, a non-talking
 mood, and she was sitting beside him, waiting for him to speak.
 She could remember it faintly...maybe a dream? It was hard to say.
 It seemed like a dream, but she couldn't be sure.
     "Earth to Jennifer." Darlene's voice sounded right by her ear.
 Jennifer was startled out of her trance, and turned to look at her
 roommate. Darlene was grinning at her. "What's with you? See a
 ghost?"
     Jennifer once again focused on the tree. "That tree." she
 murmured. "I know it from somewhere. I can remember sitting
 under it...with...someone. It's weird. It's like I'm remembering
 something that didn't happen."
     "Like deja vu?" asked Darlene. She followed Jennifer's eyes to
 the tree. "Maybe where you met Francisco? Didn't you say you guys
 met in the park?"
     Jennifer shook her head. "No, that was somewhere else. Over
 in that woodsy area over there." She started to nod slowly. "But I
 think it was the same day. I was with someone else. Or...maybe
 not?" Now, when she thought about it, it seemed like it was all her
 imagination. Hadn't she been sitting there alone? And she had seen
 a bunch of boys throwing rocks at a squirrel...yes, when she
 thought about it, she had done it all by herself. All alone. Yet...that
 didn't seem exactly right.
     "Want to take a closer look?" asked Darlene. She grinned.
 "Anything to delay jogging." Darlene had started to jog somewhat
 regularly with Jennifer, although she usually quit after two or
 three laps, and sat in the shade while Jennifer finished the rest of
 the running. Jennifer didn't really mind; it was fun running with
 another person, even if Darlene was slower and got tired faster.
     "Okay." said Jennifer. They walked over to the tree. Jennifer
 looked at the area at its trunk. She knew where she had been
 sitting, at a space between two roots. Now, she looked at the
 space beside it, and it really felt like someone else had been
 sitting there at the same time she had. Her mind flickered to an
 image of hands, hands shredding a leaf into fragments. Or was that
 a dream? She had been there alone, she was sure of that. She would
 have certainly remembered if it was otherwise.
     Jennifer shook her head. "I think it's just my imagination." she
 said. "My mind is playing tricks on me. Let's go to the track, okay?"
 Darlene shrugged, and they walked back to the sidewalk and
 continued to the track.

     That night, Jennifer had a dream.  She was in her dorm,
 walking to the bathroom to take a shower, wearing her white
 cotton robe. But when she entered the bathroom, the walls on the
 left side of the bathroom were gone, and instead the room
 extended into another room, a dark study with high shelves of
 books covering each wall. The study had one chair, a large swivel
 chair turned backwards so that she could just barely see the head
 of the person sitting in the chair. He had dark hair, and Jennifer
 felt a touch of fear. But when she turned to leave, the door was
 gone.
     The chair squeaked as it swiveled slowly around, and she
 could see the man sitting there. He looked about the same age as
 her, with straight dark hair, and a darkness to his features that
 made him look slightly Italian. His eyes caught hers and held them;
 she realized that he didn't have any pupils, only blank white where
 they should have been. But she could tell where he was looking, and
 she realized he was tracing her body with his eyes. He grinned, a
 familiar grin.
     "Hello, Miss Cailly." His voice was familiar too. 
     Of course it is, she abruptly realized. It's Mark. How could she
 NOT recognize him? "Mark." she whispered.
     "Did you want to see me again?" he grinned. "Why don't you
 take off your robe? I want to see your lovely naked body."
     Jennifer performed his actions without hesitation, untying
 the belt and letting the cloth slip off her shoulders to the floor.
 She could see his empty sockets wandering over her bare breasts,
 tracing her soft skin down to her triangle of dark pubic hair, then
 moving down each of her long legs, one at a time. "Beautiful." he
 grinned. His voice was darker, less human. "Beautiful."
     Jennifer found that she wasn't embarrassed by his frank
 appraisal. If anything, she wanted him to do more. She wanted him
 to pull her onto a bed and spread her legs open. She wanted to feel
 him inside her, feel him thrusting deep within her and making
 wild, passionate, uncontrolled sex with her.
     And then she realized the den had become a bedroom, and a
 canopy bed covered in silk waited to the side. Mark stood and held
 out his hand. "Come to me, Miss Cailly." he said. His voice was
 overpowering, and her body trembled to obey.
     But a question suddenly surfaced in her mind, and it stopped
 the lust that threatened to burst from her body. She peered at him.
 "Mark." she asked. "Mark, why did you leave me on Saturday?"
     He walked forward in three easy strides, and enveloped her
 naked body in his arms. His hands slipped down to squeeze her
 buttocks, and push her crotch against his. She could feel his
 erection pressing against her pelvis, straining against his clothes.
 "Hush." he whispered into her ear. "Did I say you could speak? Come
 with me, Jennifer. Come to bed."
     But the passion was ebbing inside her, leaving her cold and
 empty. All she could think of was that question. "Why did you leave
 me? Please, Mark. Please tell me why." she whispered as she
 latched her arms around him and fell into his embrace. Just like on
 Saturday, she thought. It was all coming back to her. Mark. That's
 what she had been trying to remember. How could she have
 forgotten him?
     But he released her and shrugged her off. His face was
 disgusted, and she was still disquieted by his empty eye sockets.
 "You're a bad slave." he said. "I'm willing to please you, more than
 you deserve, and you won't please me back. You disgust me." He
 wandered back to his chair. "I'm willing to give you what your body
 wants. You should thank me for that. Instead, you turn me away.
 You don't deserve a master such as I, Jennifer Anne Cailly." He sat
 down in the chair, grinning once again.
     "Please, Mark." she said, taking a hesitant step forward. "It's
 more than that, can't you see? More than just sex." He only grinned,
 as if the smile was frozen on his face, and his chair slowly
 started to turn.
     "Mark!" she cried. She started to walk towards him, her pace
 becoming faster as his chair continued to turn.  "Don't go! Just
 answer me...tell me why you had to leave me!" And Jennifer rushed
 towards the chair.
     But when she got there, the chair had turned all the way
 around, and Mark was gone.
     That was when she woke up. It was still dark, and her panties
 were slick and wet with fluids. Darlene's slow breathing came
 from the next bed. Jennifer checked the clock. It was 3:35, she
 still had a couple hours left to sleep. 
     For a while, she laid in the dark, staring at the ceiling and
 thinking of her dream. Mark. She had seemed to recognize him in
 the dream, but now she couldn't remember where from. Mark. Maybe
 she had made it all up; that sometimes happened in dreams, she
 would recall memories that were all part of the dream. That
 seemed likely in this case. 
     But the name kept repeating in her head. Mark. Mark. She knew
 it somewhere. It felt right. She didn't know where it came from,
 but it felt important.
     Write it down, a voice said in her mind. In her sleep dimmed
 memory, she could remember someone had written  a poem in a
 dream, but only wrote down the first few lines, and afterwards
 couldn't remember the rest. She felt the same way. If she didn't
 write down the name, she would surely forget it. Jennifer searched
 the top of her desk in the dark until her hand encountered a pencil.
 Then she found a piece of scratch paper, and scrawled: Mark.
     She nodded, pleased with herself. Yes, that name somehow
 felt important. Her mind drifted back to sleep, and this time, she
 didn't have any dreams.

     Ann walked up after another boring Chinese Culture class.
 "Are you eating lunch, Jennifer?"
     Jennifer hadn't paid any attention to the lecture; instead, she
 had filled up the blank page in her notebook with that name. The
 name Mark. She felt like the man in Close Encounters of the Third
 Kind, the one who had spent the first half of the movie building
 replicas of a hill with a flat top. Like him, she knew the name Mark
 was somehow significant, but couldn't figure out how. 
     She looked up at Ann. "Huh? Oh...actually, no. Sorry, Ann.
 Francisco said he would take me out for lunch."
     "Oh. Ok, that's all right. Have a good time." 
     "Bye!" said Jennifer. Ann walked out as Jennifer gathered her
 things.
     She met Francisco by her mailbox. "Hi, Jenn!" he said
 cheerfully. "You ready to go?" She smiled and nodded, and together
 they walked across the street to Joanne's Coffee Shop, which was
 a restaurant near the campus often frequented by students. The
 place was fairly crowded, as usual during the lunch rush.
 Fortunately, Jennifer and Francisco didn't have to wait too long
 before they were seated. 
     "So how was your day?" he asked as they waited for the
 waitress to notice them.
     Jennifer sighed. "Kind of weird. For some reason, I have this
 name running through my head. I keep trying to place it....it sounds
 so familiar... but I can't get it."
     "So what's the name? Maybe I know."
     Jennifer doubted it, but she told him anyway. "Mark."
     "Mm. Mark what?"
     "Just Mark. I can't remember a last name."
     Francisco grinned. "Just Mark? There's lots of Mark's,
 Jennifer."
     She sighed again. "I know. But it feels like a Mark I should
 know." She considered telling him about her dream the night
 before, but abandoned the idea. It was too personal.
     "Hmm. Should I be jealous?" Francisco joked. But, even though
 she knew he meant it in fun, it struck a chord in her. That had
 something to do with Mark. It seemed like Francisco SHOULD be
 jealous of Mark...for some reason. Jennifer went quickly through
 the names of all her previous boyfriends, all the guys she had
 dated, all the men she had had sex with. But none of them were
 named Mark.
     Her consideration did not go unnoticed by Francisco. "Hey!
 What's with that look on your face? Is Mark a competitor?" 
     She smiled. "No, no. I was just going through the names of
 men I've dated, to see if any were named Mark."
     "None were?"
     She fought to keep from pausing again. This also struck a
 chord in her. She KNEW she had never dated anyone named
 Mark...but...it seemed like she had. "No, none were."
     "Well..." he said cheerfully. "I'm sure you'll figure it out." Then
 he started telling a story, about something that had happened in
 his Chemistry class. Jennifer only half listened, her mind
 wandering. Mark. Who was Mark?
     The waitress came and took their orders. Jennifer ordered a
 chicken salad, and Francisco had a burger. They started to talk
 again. And then, while Francisco was talking, Jennifer looked over
 his shoulder, and she saw him.
     It was the man from her dream. It was Mark. And he was
 staring right at her.
     Jennifer went pale, her eyes linked with the strangers. She
 could see he was sitting at the counter, drinking a coke, staring at
 her. He didn't look away when she met his gaze, but continued to
 stare at her, his eyes tracing a line into hers as if doomed to do so
 eternally. He had a pained expression, as if he would have rather
 returned to his coke and oblivion, but could not wrench his eyes
 from her face. Jennifer felt a weird loneliness go through her as
 she watched him. Even though she was with Francisco, she felt
 lonely.
     Francisco couldn't help but notice her attention had shifted.
 "What is it, Jen?" he asked, turning to follow her gaze. Jennifer
 could see Mark's eyes shift to Francisco's face, then returned to
 regard Jennifer for a moment, before returning to his coke.
     Francisco turned back. "What's wrong? You know that guy?" he
 asked.
     Jennifer could only shake her head weakly. "No. I'll be right
 back." She stood on wobbly legs, and walked over to Mark, not
 knowing what to expect. Maybe she was crazy. But somehow, she
 had to know who he was.
     Mark stared down into his soda, waiting as she approached.
 She stood next to him uncertainly. "Hi." she started. "Um...do I know
 you?"
     He didn't look up. "Jennifer." she heard him say.
     He knew her name. How did he know her name? She couldn't
 remember him. Yet, she could. Her mind struggled to come to grips
 with what was reality in her mind, and what was not. Finally, she
 asked, quietly, "Mark?"
     He looked up at her. His eyes were creased in amazed
 disbelief. She watched him, uncertainly, waiting for him to speak.
 Finally, he did, and as he spoke, she felt something reach into her
 mind and clean away the darkness. "Jennifer. Remember." he said.
 And suddenly, it all came back to her, flooding into her mind. All
 the memories of the past month. Memories of Mark. She knew him.
 He was Mark Robert Antonio. 
     "Mark." It all came flooding back. Meeting him in the park.
 Going with him to La Rochelles. Meeting him at the dance. Talking
 to him in the park. Obeying him. Hating him. Fearing him. Kissing
 him. It all rushed into her mind in a torrent of images. "Mark. Of
 course. Mark."
     "You remember." he said.
     "Mark..." she said again. She gasped as her memory finally
 caught up. "It was you! You made me forget everything!
 Mark...why...?" She could remember her shock, just before his words
 had erased her memory, when she had realized what he was going
 to do.
     "I couldn't stand it anymore...I couldn't stand that look you
 had." he said. But he was talking to himself. His voice was low and
 strained. "I couldn't stand you not knowing who I was."
     "Mark. How could you?" she felt betrayed. Hurt and betrayed.
     He looked at her. "Jennifer...I had to. I have to do it again. It's
 better for you if you don't remember anything. You can go back to
 the way things were." He shook his head, his eyes squeezing tightly
 together. "I just couldn't take you not knowing who I was."
     "Don't you dare!" she said, her voice louder than she intended.
 Almost a shriek. She caught herself, and spoke again, slower and
 carefully controlled. "Mark...please." Now her voice was pleading,
 but she couldn't control that. "Please...you can't...don't put me
 through that again. I thought I was going mad." The words started
 to rush out now. "Mark...why did you leave me? Why are you doing
 this to me? What's did I do to you? How could you put me through
 all this? What's wrong with you? Tell me, Mark...what happened?"
 She finally managed to stop the flow of words and emotion pouring
 from her mouth. 
     Mark looked like every question had pounded against him,
 tearing him down worse than any insults ever could.
 "Jennifer...please...I had to...I have to again...it's better..."
     Jennifer sat down next to him, feeling her legs go weak under
 her. "Mark....Mark, don't do it again. Please. If I mean anything to you
 at all...don't make me forget again." Her mind was swirling in
 emotions, and it was all making her dizzy. She didn't know whether
 to hit Mark or hug him. Her mind jumped from memory to memory,
 reliving her experience with Mark backwards, forwards and
 sideways. She felt completely torn up inside. 
     Mark, too, looked uncertain, and Jennifer could feel the
 emotions battling on his face, too. Finally he whispered "I have
 to...it's better if I do..."
     "Better for who?" she whispered quietly, feeling like her soul
 was drowning in a sea of anguish. He would do it again, he would
 make her forget. She tried to tell herself that she wouldn't forget
 this time, but she knew his power would sweep her away like
 before. It was all bitterly inevitable.
     "I have to...but I can't, Jennifer. I can't." And he reached out
 for her. That tipped the scales in herself, and before she was even
 aware of it, she was in his arms again. Letting herself feel safe
 and comforted in his grip. Clinging to each other, saying nothing.
 She could feel him shaking. That's all right, I think I am, too, she
 thought.
     Some colder, logical part of her mind told her that Francisco
 was getting up and leaving. It informed her that she was letting
 the possibility of a safe, happy relationship drift away, while
 clinging on to what was most likely the most screwed-up
 relationship she could ever have.
     Que sera, sera, she thought as she pressed her cheek onto
 Mark's shoulder and felt him hold her tightly.


Controlling Jennifer XII: Love of God

     I think I'm in love with Mark, Jennifer thought to herself. It
 was bizarre, it was strange, it was completely wrong, but she
 thought it was the truth. She was in love with a man who could
 control her with just a few words. Who could control ANYONE with
 just a few words.
     And the weird thing was, she thought he was probably in love
 with her, too.
     Jennifer looked at Mark's profile as he drove. She couldn't
 imagine having that kind of power at her command. It would mean
 never having to worry about anything ever again. Money would
 mean nothing; you could have anything you wanted. Power wouldn't
 mean anything, either. With Mark's controlling, he had total power,
 over everything. He never had to put up with rude people, or police,
 or bureaucracy, or anything ordinary people had to put up with.
     What if he WAS in love with her? What did that mean?
     "Mark..." she said. "Can I ask you a favor?"
     "What?"
     "Can I have this car?" It wasn't the white one she had been in
 before, it was a new one, a black convertible. Very classy.
     Mark shrugged. "Okay." he said. "I can always just get a new
 one." And just like that, she had a car. Jennifer was amazed. It was
 so easy.
     "Wow." she said.
     "What?"
     "I'm just trying to imagine what it's like to have your power."
     Mark shrugged as he made a left turn. "Well, it makes things
 easier." he replied.
     That was an understatement, she thought. It not only made
 things easier, it made things other people spent years worrying
 about ridiculously simple. Getting a car became just a matter of a
 few words.The more she thought about what she could do with such
 a power, the more the whole thing excited her. Money was nothing
 to Mark, and if she was dating him, it would be nothing to her, too.
 If she saw something she wanted, all she had to do was ask for it
 and it would be hers. Anything.
     They were going to a nearby mall now; it was more or less
 their first real date. Actually, Jennifer had just wanted to find a
 place to talk; she would have been willing to go anywhere. But
 Mark insisted that they head to the mall, to a small restaurant he
 liked to go to, where he said it was quiet and pleasant and a good
 place to talk. He said he would answer whatever she asked there.
 Jennifer thought maybe this was a place he wanted to show her,
 like maybe his special place to go or something.
     Or maybe he wanted to show her his new car. Correction: HER
 new car. Jennifer ran her hand over the white leather armrest. She
 could hardly believe it. "Wow."
     "You keep saying that. What is it?"
     "I can't believe you just gave me a car." Not just a car, she
 thought, an EXPENSIVE car.
     She could feel Mark's grin at her back. "A car is nothing." he
 said. "I could give you a dozen cars."
     "That's all right." she said. "I only need one." Jennifer could
 imagine waking up in the morning, to find Mark outside with a
 whole parking lot full of new cars. It was just the kind of show-
 off thing he would do, too. The question was, would she be
 impressed?
     Well, yeah, of course she would. Just like if he showed up
 with ten diamond rings, one for each finger. Jennifer let her
 thoughts drift lazily in that direction, wondering what Darlene's
 reaction would be if Jennifer showed her ten brand new diamond
 rings. Or if a limo pulled up beside them, and it was Mark come to
 whisk her away on a surprise weekend to Tahiti.
     And what about school? Sure, she had told Mark to keep his
 power out of her grades, but then, the pressure was always high,
 and wouldn't it be nice to be able to call on Mark every so often, to
 make things a little easier on her? Like, get him to postpone a test
 or something. That wasn't really abusing his power was it? She
 would still have to take the test, just later...so it wasn't REALLY
 cheating. Just relieving the pressure of college. That wasn't so
 bad, was it?
     "You're kind of quiet." Mark said. "Anything wrong?"
     "No, everything's fine." she smiled at him. "Just thinking about
 things." She paused. "Mark, do you use your powers to make things
 easier for you? Like with college? Do you have your teachers give
 you straight A's?"
     She was surprised when Mark shook his head. "I used to at
 first." he admitted. "But after a while I realized that grades were
 more or less meaningless anyway, for me, except as ways to judge
 what I've learned. I mean, I transferred here by using my power on
 the admissions committee. I don't think they ever even looked at
 my grades." He paused as they turned right. "I'm really here to
 learn, not to get good grades."
     She shook her head. "I just can't imagine it." she said.
     "Imagine what?"
     "Having things so easy." she said. "I don't understand why
 you're even at college. You have everything you want now, don't
 you?"
     He gave her a half-smile. "Not everything." he said. "I thought
 about it, and I decided that it would be better if it looked like I
 made my money legitimately. If I just try and take everything with
 my power, down the line SOMEONE is going to get suspicious." His
 smile became a little tight. "And that's one of the things I worry
 about, that someday a bunch of scientists are going to catch me
 and dissect me to see how my power works."
     "Oh." said Jennifer. She hadn't thought of that; of course
 scientists would be interested in him. Most likely the government,
 too. A person with a power like Mark's would be a powerful tool in
 their hands. Or else they would kill him, because his power also
 made him dangerous to them. Jennifer shivered. She wondered
 again, whether she wanted to enter into Mark's world. It was a lot
 more complex than hers had been.
     Then again, she didn't know if she could leave his world. She
 didn't really want to. Mark reminded her of the main guy in a movie
 she had seen about gang members. He was like two people. One was
 the powerless Mark, the Mark who didn't know how to deal with
 people, the one she could easily  manipulate with a tear and a
 frown, if she wanted to. The other one was the powerful Mark, the
 controller, master of everything. Master of her, if he wanted.
 Which one did she love? Both, she admitted to herself. She
 certainly wouldn't love the powerful Mark without the other one,
 he would be a monster. The monster she had first taken him to be.
 And, when she thought about it, she probably wouldn't have fallen
 in love with the powerless Mark either. She found the whole power
 thing...intriguing.
     The whole thing blew her away, how she had hated Mark, and
 now she thought she loved him. Occasionally, she wondered if he
 had used his power, someway, to make her love him. But she
 always abandoned that idea. For one, the emotional roller coaster
 she had been going through was too genuine to be a result of his
 power. For another...well, she just didn't think he would do that. He
 could've done it from the beginning, if that was what he wanted.
     "Mark?"
     "Yeah?"
     "From the beginning, what did you want from me? And what
 do you want now?"
     He concentrated on his driving. "I really didn't know, in the
 beginning." he admitted. "I 'captured' you before I really thought
 about what I was going to do with you. I guess I thought I would
 use you to...um...sort of indulge my fantasies....but, well, it hasn't
 really turned out that way."
     She watched as they turned in to the mall parking lot. "You
 know, it's hard for me to forgive that." she remarked. It was true,
 she liked to forget his original intentions for her, it made it easier
 to forget the past. The more she remembered the first couple
 times she had seen him, the more she felt like she should just tell
 him to go away. She should...but didn't want to. "I mean, what you
 did to me in the beginning."
     Mark sighed. "Yeah. But actually, that's not really the truth
 either, I mean, what I said before. I wanted more from you than
 just someone to indulge my fantasies with. Look, wait until we get
 to the restaurant, all right? We can talk there."
     Jennifer didn't answer, she quickly lost herself in thought.
 She thought about the second time, with the limo and the fancy
 french restaurant. It would have been a really impressive first
 date, if it had been a date and if she had had a choice whether to go
 or not. He didn't have to go through all that glitz, not if she was
 just something to indulge his fantasies.
     Mark parked, and they walked in silence into the mall. The
 place was fairly crowded, but not overly so, and Jennifer followed
 Mark down the plastic walkways towards the restaurant. Finally,
 they reached the entrance to a dimly lit dining area. A sign in front
 read "Mark's Cafe." Jennifer looked at him curiously, and he
 shrugged.
     "My place." he said.
     A pretty young lady inside happily greeted Mark, and led them
 to what she said was "Mark's table." It was a small isolated area in
 the corner, and was bordered on two sides by a thriving green
 garden that provided an artificial out-doorsy atmosphere. The
 chairs were extra plush and soft, and Jennifer settled comfortably
 across from Mark. Once again, she fought off being impressed. Mark
 could surely do a thousand times better if he really wanted to; she
 had no reason, really, to be impressed. But, she was. Just a little.
     After ordering two large orange juices (Mark said the orange
 juice was especially good) he turned to her. "All right." he said.
 "Let's talk."
     When it finally began, Jennifer wasn't really sure how to get
 it started. She finally settled on an old question. "Why did you
 leave that Saturday?" she asked.
     Mark picked up his knife, and started poking his napkin
 glumly. "I don't know. I watched for awhile, and then...well, I don't
 know. It seemed like you were more with him than with me,
 anymore, so I kind of thought I would leave you two alone. It just
 seemed like you had forgotten about the game, you having too much
 fun with him. And then I kind of thought, about what you
 were...um...what I was turning you into. Or what you were becoming.
 I suppose I got attacked by a heavy dose of self-doubt, finally I
 just left."
     Jennifer waited to see if he was finished, then spoke quietly.
 "I came looking for you afterwards. I looked all over, but you were
 gone. I hadn't forgotten you." Well, that wasn't entirely true. She
 hadn't forgotten him, but she hadn't been exactly thinking about
 him, either. "I guess you were my excuse, Mark. If you wanted me
 to do something, I could do it, and enjoy it, and then just say I did
 it because of you. I guess it let me act like a slut."
     "You're not a slut, Jennifer." Mark said. She was surprised by
 the intense tenderness in his voice. "Just because you enjoy sex
 doesn't make you a slut, it just makes you a human."
     Jennifer sighed and touched his hand. It was sweet to say, but
 he didn't understand. "Thanks, Mark. But I AM a slut. After that
 saturday, I had sex with Francisco...he was the guy in the park. I
 didn't really enjoy it, I did it because I felt I had to. I kind of felt
 like he saw me as a slut, and I had to act that way. No, I can't
 continue the way I've been going with you. I'm changing too much."
     Mark was quiet for a moment. Finally, he spoke. "So, how are
 things going to go between us now? No more games of controlling
 Jennifer?"
     "Mark, do you love me?" Jennifer asked.
     Perhaps she meant to catch him off-guard, to base his
 emotions on his reaction. Whatever, it was the next question she
 most often asked herself, and she wanted to know the answer. She
 certainly got the surprise she had expected; Mark was momentarily
 struck dumb. She was afraid he would refuse to answer, and when
 he stopped to consider, she was afraid he didn't know.
     Finally he spoke. "Whatever I say..." he said slowly "I can
 always make you forget it later."
     Jennifer just nodded, waiting.
     Mark was silent for a moment longer, and then nodded
 slightly. "Yes, Jennifer. I think I do. I think I love you."
     Jennifer didn't know what she had expected, but when he
 answered yes, it took her completely by surprise. She didn't know
 how to react. But it seemed she didn't have to worry about that, a
 smile crept onto her face, and she said, "You do?"
     "Yes, I do." he said, eyeing her with trepidation. 
     Jennifer leaned back, letting the smile blossom on her face.
 Wow, she thought to herself. He actually does love me. Even more,
 he admits it. She wondered what this was the start of. Whatever it
 was, she felt very, very good.
     "Well?" demanded Mark after a moment.
     "What?" she asked. She looked at him with glimmering eyes;
 he looked different now that she knew he loved her. More gentle,
 less threatening.
     "Well, do you love me?"
     Jennifer let a moment slip by, pretending to consider, not
 because she really had any doubts as to what the answer was, but
 just to make it look like she was still a little uncertain. A game of
 controlling Mark. "Yeah. As crazy as it seems, I think I might love
 you, too."
     "That is crazy." he said. But he didn't look unhappy. He looked
 like he wanted to hug her, and finally he did.
     "I know it's crazy." Jennifer whispered. "After all you've put
 me through..." She felt his hold tighten.
     "You enjoyed some of it, Jennifer, I know you did." he said. His
 hand tickled the hair at the back of her neck.
     "Some of it." she answered. She didn't know how long they
 would hold each other; Mark showed no signs of releasing her, and
 she didn't particularly want to be the one to break the contact. She
 liked the way Mark held her; he held her like he needed her.
     Finally, they split apart slightly. Jennifer felt a foolish smile
 drift onto her face despite all efforts to keep it away. Their faces
 stood close to each other. Mark wasn't looking at her eyes, but
 down at her lips. She thought it was funny, now that he had the
 chance to kiss her freely, that he acted so nervous about it. When
 he finally did bring his lips to hers and start to kiss her, it was a
 trembling, uncertain kiss. A kiss from the other Mark, the
 vulnerable powerless Mark, perhaps. Jennifer let it last like the
 hug, keeping her lips gently against his, until he pulled away from
 her.
     Impulsively, she hugged him again. "Wow." she said. "I've
 always wanted to have you kiss me like that, without your power
 or anything."
     Just then, the lady appeared with two glasses of orange juice.
 Jennifer accepted hers, and the lady took their order. Mark
 suggested the hamburgers; he said they were good, so Jennifer
 ordered one.
     The lady walked away, saying it would be as fast as possible.
 Mark told her to take her time, they were in no hurry. He turned
 back to Jennifer. "It's different." he said. "Without the power, I
 mean." 
     "How?" she asked.
     "Just different. More mechanical. Your lips kiss me, but you
 yourself don't. Kind of like that."
     "Really?" It seemed to make sense. "Is that why you seemed
 disappointed, when I kissed you after the dance?"
     He nodded. "Yeah, that was why. Well, that was part of the
 reason, anyway." He didn't go on, and she didn't press the point.
     "Hmm..." she smiled. "So is sex the same way?"
     "Huh?"
     "Sex.  Is it mechanical when you use your power?  Would my body make
love to you, but I wouldn't?"
     He shrugged. "It's a very slight distinction." he said. "But yes,
 it's the same way."
     This brought another nagging question into her mind. "Have
 you used your power on a lot of women? To make them have sex
 with you, or whatever?" 
     "Do you really want to know?" he asked.
     Jennifer thought a moment. "No." she finally admitted. "No, I
 don't think I want to know." Not now, anyhow, she thought to
 herself. Not while things seemed to be going well. Eventually, she
 would probably have to come to grips with Mark and how he used
 his power. But not yet.
     Then, Jennifer started wondering what it would be like. She
 didn't think she would notice the distinction between sex by
 control and actual sex. What if she noticed a guy that was
 particularly attractive to her? Would it be wrong to have Mark
 'suggest' to him that he be attracted to Jennifer, too?
     Yes, it would be! she answered herself. It would be exactly
 like what Mark had done to her when he had first used his power on
 her. She forced the thought out of her mind. It was tempting,
 yes...but it was wrong.
     "What are you thinking about?" Mark asked. Jennifer's mind
 raced for a moment, trying to decide whether to tell him or not.
 Finally, she decided, why not? If thus far was any indication, their
 relationship was going to be pretty interesting sexually anyhow.
     "I was thinking about sex." she said. "About whether it would
 be wrong for you to 'talk' a guy into being physically attracted to
 me."
     "If you wanted, I could have an entire military regiment have
 nothing more on their minds but pleasing you sexually, Jennifer."
 That thought, and the way he said it, so matter-of-factly, put a
 rush through her. She squeezed her legs together, rubbing her inner
 thighs against each other.
     "No." she said. "I decided it WOULD be wrong. I don't want you
 to do that."
     "It's not as wrong as you think, Jennifer. You can make it
 worth their while most times. With my power, I can make sex ten
 times better for the person I'm screwing. Believe me, sex is very
 satisfying for these people; they never leave unhappy."
     Jennifer shook her head. "It's still wrong." she insisted. "They
 don't have a choice in the matter."
     Mark just shrugged. "So?" he asked. "Is it wrong to make
 someone happy against their will? Sure, I might have fun with it,
 too, but that doesn't make it wrong."
     Jennifer was about to reply, when the lady came by with their
 hamburgers. "Here you go." she smiled as she sat the food down.
 "That'll be on the house, of course."
     "Fine, Terry." Mark smiled back. "How's work going?"
     "It's all right. It's always kind of empty this time of day."
 Terry had long brown hair in a braid, and pretty brown eyes with
 long eyelashes. She was dressed like a typical waitress, in a pink
 uniform that reminded Jennifer of the outfit the waitresses wore
 on the show 'Alice.' It was fairly tight on Terry, though, and
 showed off her curves. Jennifer wondered whether it was just
 coincidence that such an pretty lady would know Mark by name, or
 whether it was something more.
     She didn't have to wonder long. Mark spoke. "Well, would you
 like to take a break?" he asked. And at those words, a distant
 smile slipped onto Terry's face, and she started to unbutton her
 uniform.
     Jennifer turned to stare at Mark. "A mental suggestion I
 planted in her mind." He explained. "Whenever I ask that, it makes
 her want to have sex."
     Jennifer was about to protest, but Terry spoke up. "Yeah." she
 said, her breathing coming quick, and her voice content. "And I'm
 glad Mark's always here when I get into these moods...he never
 minds." Terry had finished undoing the buttons of her blouse, and
 she pulled it open. She was wearing a bra made out of some heavy
 fabric; her breasts were large and strained against the
 constraining material. Without even showing any consideration for
 the fact that they were in a restaurant, she slipped off the blouse,
 and popped the clasp on her bra. She slipped off the fabric. Her
 breasts heaved out of their restraints; they were large, with big
 nipples and indentions where the bra had pushed into her skin.
     "I don't believe you're making her do this." Jennifer said.
     "He's not making me do this." said Terry. "I want to! Mark
 always makes me feel so good." She gave him a shy smile, and
 started to slip out of her skirt.
     Jennifer glanced around, and realized no one could really see
 them where they were. She now knew why Mark's regular place was
 so isolated. When she looked back, Terry had added her skirt to the
 pile of clothes and without any hesitation, yanked off her panties.
 Her slit was camouflaged by coarse brown hair, but Jennifer could
 smell a musky scent of arousal emanating from it, and as she
 watched, she saw a bead of juice drip from Terry's pussy, hanging
 on a long line like a spider until it got pressed and rubbed between
 Terry's legs. Her panties joined the rest of the clothes.
     "Well, Jennifer?" asked Mark.
     "Make her put her clothes on and go away, Mark." Jennifer said.
 "Please, Mark."
     Terry's eyes widened, and she looked at Mark, biting her lip.
 "Mark..." she said, a pleading tone adding a tenor quality to her
 husky voice.
     "Terry..." said Mark. "Jennifer seems to dislike you. Why don't
 you try and change her mind? You'll receive the same pleasure from
 her body as you will from mine."
     "Mark, don't..." Jennifer warned, but even as she turned to face
 him, she felt a warm body sliding beside her. A warm naked body,
 Terry's body, and she could smell the arousal between Terry's legs.
 Terry leaned into Jennifer, but Jennifer just pulled away, pressing
 against Mark.
     "Mark, make her stop. Now. I'm not a lesbian." Jennifer
 commanded him.
     "What's the difference?" he asked. "A woman's mouth is just
 like a man's, isn't it? It can bring the same pleasure."
     "It's not the same." Jennifer insisted. Terry was trying to
 caress Jennifer's shoulder, but Jennifer kept pulling back, pressing
 herself against Mark's side. "Mark, NOW!"
     Mark sighed. "All right. Terry, stop." Terry stopped, and pulled
 away, her face crumpled in frustration. "Here's the way it's going
 to work. Terry, under the table." Jennifer perked up in surprise as
 Terry slid under the table. She turned to Mark, and only had a
 chance to see a glint in his eyes before she felt his mind extending
 control over hers. "Jennifer, you will forget that Terry is a girl,
 and you will unable to tell that Terry is a girl. You will only be
 aware of the part of her that is touching you. Her hand. Her lips
 maybe." Jennifer felt her awareness getting cut away, limited by
 Mark's power. And then, they were all alone. Just them. No one else.
     Their food had arrived, and Jennifer felt hungry. She realized
 she hadn't eaten anything when she had originally gone out to eat,
 with Fransisco. She picked up her hamburger and bit into it. Mark
 had been right; it was really good.
     "Good?" he asked. He had a smug grin on his face.
     "Yeah, really good. You were...ooh!" Jennifer cut off her
 sentence abruptly, as she realized a finger was slipping along her
 inner leg. She felt it slip up her thigh, into her shorts. It stroked
 against her smooth skin, just stopping from slipping into the leg
 hole of her panties. She was startled for a moment, before she
 remembered; someone was under the table. Just a finger. She
 opened her legs slightly to give the finger easier access.
     "I was right?" Mark grinned. "Good?"
     "Yeah." she gulped. "Good. Mark...who's under the table?" The
 finger was stroking Jennifer's pussy now, through the silk of her
 panties, rubbing against her lips. She could feel herself starting to
 get wet, her fluids beginning to permeate the fabric of her panties.
 The finger was joined by another, both swirling against her slit.
     "Don't worry about it." Mark said. "Just enjoy it while you're
 eating your hamburger." He winked. "This place gives you great
 service." Jennifer glanced at him, disturbed by the change she saw
 in him. She was with a different Mark now, not the open one she
 had come here with, but the controller. The over-confident one. The
 one with the grin. She was going to say something, but then the
 finger found her clit, and she sucked in her breath, tensing as the
 finger teased her pleasure button.
     Mark took his hamburger and started eating it, seemingly
 enjoying the show.
     "What's going on?" burst Jennifer, even as she leaned forward,
 pressing her pelvis into the probing hand. It slipped into her
 panties, and now she could feel the fingers directly against her
 vagina, probing into her slit. She gave up eating her hamburger, and
 leaned back closing her eyes, feeling the finger push inside her, as
 another finger moved in circles on her clit. She felt the sexual
 pleasure start to build. My god, she thought, Mark's going to make
 me orgasm in the middle of the restaurant. The thought of this only
 thrilled her more, and when the hand extracted itself and started
 to pull on the waist of her shorts, Jennifer obliged by closing her
 legs and letting the hands slide her shorts and panties down her
 legs. Jennifer felt the seat against the bare flesh of her backside.
 Then the hands started teasing her pussy again, and she slid
 forward and spread her legs to give them better access.
     As she enjoyed the probing between her legs, her eyes fell on
 the clothes to the side. A woman's clothes. Terry's clothes. She
 remembered Terry, but where had she gone? The way Mark was
 acting, he was using his power. He was making her forget Terry.
 Terry was under the table. That had to be it. The fingers playing
 with her belonged to...a woman.
     The knowledge almost quenched Jennifer's sexual heat, but
 then she felt a hot mouth against her pussy, a soft tongue probing
 her. And it didn't matter anymore. Jennifer had never engaged in
 oral sex before, either receiving or giving, and it was an amazing
 sensation. It slipped into crevices fingers couldn't reach, and when
 the tongue slid into her, she gasped. Lips pressed against the
 swollen lips of her slit, and then the tongue moved onto her clit,
 slipping under the hood and licking her with such an intensity that
 she almost cried out. I'm close, Jennifer thought. Very close. And
 then the tongue slid over her, from top to bottom, ending on her
 clit, and that pushed her over.
     She had had bigger orgasms, and this one was snuffed as soon
 as it broke through that it had been Terry that had brought her to
 the climax. She still wasn't sure about having another woman
 administer to her body, although she admitted it wasn't that
 different. It was just the thought of it.
     "How was it?" asked Mark.
     "Good." she said. She leaned back flushed. I should pull on my
 shorts, she thought, but it was too much effort. Besides, she didn't
 really care. No one could see her but Mark, anyway. Mark and Terry.
     "Terry, why don't you come up here?" said Mark, smiling at
 Jennifer. Terry popped up next to Mark, still naked. Mark grinned at
 Jennifer, but this faded to disappointment when she failed to
 react.
     "You don't seem surprised that you just got brought off by a
 woman." he said, his voice holding a trace of annoyance.
     "Oh, I could tell." she said, secretly liking his disappointment.
 "Woman do it differently." Jennifer noticed Terry was also flushed
 and sweating. Mark absent-mindedly dropped his hand between
 Terry's legs and started bringing her to her own climax. Jennifer
 noticed that he barely touched her, but it seemed to be doing the
 trick.
     "How would you know?" he asked. He continued to tap on
 Terry's slit, and finally she fell into a shuddering climax. Mark
 pulled his hand back and ignored her.
     Jennifer took his other hand, and pulled it between her legs.
 "Guys just feel different." she smiled. Mark disappointed her by
 pulling his hand back, but then he kissed her on the cheek, and she
 felt better.
     Terry got dressed. "Why don't you get dressed, too, Jen?" Mark
 prompted. "So we can leave." Jennifer noticed he had finished his
 hamburger, probably while she had been approaching her orgasm.
     "We can't leave yet." she insisted. "I haven't eaten my
 hamburger." She noticed Terry waving as she walked away, and
 Jennifer waved back. Mark was watching her as she started eating
 her hamburger again. She looked at him between bites. "Why don't
 you make yourself useful?" she said, her eyes shining with
 mischief.
     "How?" he asked.
     In answer, she took his hand and put it between her legs
 again. "Show me the difference between a girl and a guy." she said.
 She pressed his fingers against her wet slit.
     He tried to pull his hand back again. "There is no difference."
 he told her. "Hands are the same." Jennifer held his hand tightly
 against her.
     "Well, then, do to me the same thing you did to Terry. Make me
 shudder. Make me so hot that I have to put down my hamburger."
 She took another bite of the burger. It WAS pretty good.
     Mark's hand lay limply against her vagina, and then he started
 making some clumsy motions with his fingers. His hand lacked
 experience, something that surprised her, and he was completely
 missing her pleasure points. By the time Jennifer was finishing off
 her hamburger, she wasn't even close to any sort of orgasm. She
 just felt frustrated.
     "Mark...come on." She said, rubbing the back of his hand. "Touch
 me like you did Terry." He had brought Terry off in less than a
 minute. But his fingers stopped their movement, and when she
 looked at him, he seemed downcast.
     "Jennifer..." he said "the only reason Terry got off so fast was
 that I have a suggestion in her mind that if I just touch her pussy,
 it'll bring her to orgasm. To be honest, Jennifer....that's really the
 only way I've ever satisfied women. With my power. I'm really not
 sure how else to do it."
     She stared at him. "Seriously?"
     Mark nodded. "Seriously. I can give you the most mind-blowing
 orgasms you'll ever have in your life with my power...but I'm not
 really sure how else to do it. I've never really worried about that
 before."
     Jennifer still held his hand between her legs, but now she
 actually clasped his hand in hers. "But I don't want you to use your
 power. I want you to do it yourself." she said. She suppressed a
 smile. So Mark, despite his previous experience, was a lot like a
 virgin. He knew how to please himself, but not another.
     That's all right, she thought. I'll teach him how. And she did
 smile. She reached under the table to get her shorts. "Let's get
 ready to go." she said.

To be continued