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April May
by Dennis C. Lee MC (Simongnostic1@yahoo.com)
***
A college girl becomes the victim of mind control, and
is sold to a sadistic pimp. (MF, voy, nc, v, bd, mc,
forced-prost)
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Chapter One - Tramp On The Run
There was a girl running through the forest. Poor
thing. She had shoes, that weren't the problem,
although they were a pair of white four inch heels,
which certainly made the running difficult. She had
clothes, a loose grey sweat shirt cut at midriff and
cutoff blue jean shorts, tailored so tight at the
crotch that even a camel would've cried for a size
larger. I mean, they were comfortable for running. But
she wasn't comfortable.
For one thing, she was being chased, actually hunted,
and that scared her like a bunny sensing a hunter. The
other thing was her new breasts. They were more than
twice the size they'd been just a month ago. They were
a bulking weighty intrusion and their buoyancy, the
slow heavy bounce with each leap she made, gave her a
lopsided feeling, as if she might fall over whenever
both tits jiggled like heavy jello toward one side or
the other.
If she cared to try, April wouldn't remember where or
how she got her new improved and enlarged udders. Her
mind was fully concerned about her escape. What she
didn't know was it wasn't an escape at all, her captors
had allowed her to bolt out the back door of their
hunting cabin after hypnotically planting the notion in
her head that she ought to bolt. Simply put, they were
hunting her for sport.
The winner would take all; all that he could screw and
abuse for a night in front of the cabin's fireplace.
The five hunters who shared the cabin had rented April
from her pimp who they'd met at the Pitt Stop, a strip
club outside Pittsburgh where she'd been a dancer,
mostly. That is, when she wasn't dancing Frost-T had
her bringing in the cah-ching through private and
sometimes not so private sessions.
April had been one of Frost-T's best cash cows ever
since he'd bought her off of JB Neuman, the hypnotist
April had the misfortune of bumping into in the Pitt
campus library six months ago.
Actually, it was JB who purposely bumped into her, and
he had just enough acting ability to make her think she
was at fault. As her shoulder aligned with his, the
bump was unavoidable, and JB made a huge deal of
dropping an armful of papers.
"Hey, watch where you're going!"
"Ah! Excuse me... I'm so sorry," April had been
appropriately confused by the sudden collide, on top of
which she'd been raised so gentiley (by an old-school
Protestant family) that the manners of apology came to
her automatically with every social surprise. One could
say that at 19 she had yet to develop street smarts,
not even suspicions about the possible ulterior motives
of strangers. "Are you alright?"
"Yeah, I guess." JB hoisted up his bulky frame and his
belt over his ample belly, and gave a sigh. "No harm
done. How about you?"
April was kneeling picking up his strewn papers.
"Me? Oh. I'm ok. Thank you." She handed him his
scribbled notes. If she'd had time to look at them
closely she would have seen that JB had developed
profiles of all the newbie babes at Pitt who might be
vulnerable to his mind control methods. Even though he
took a couple classes to justify being on campus, at 31
JB Neuman was a little old to be a student.
"You sure?" JB arched one eyebrow, projecting an
intense gaze into her green large doe-like eyes. "Would
you mind if I gave you a little check-up before you go,
just to make sure?"
"Make sure of what?"
"That you haven't had a mini-seizure, or that your
equilibrium has been thrown off."
It sounded improbable to April, yet this man had the
manner of an intellectual, perhaps even a doctor. He
verified that he was a pre-med student, and that his
specialty was going to be neurology.
"How long will it take?" She asked.
"Three minutes, maybe less. Please, sit down." She did.
"First, how do your eyes feel?" He continued gazing
deep into them. His concern amused her a bit, he seemed
so serious. But his attention also made her feel
comfortable and special.
She was a bit introverted here at college, and even
though she was very pretty in a girlish more than a
womanly way, she'd had few college guys making advances
toward her - they all seemed more interested in the
'glamour pusses', the girls who dolled themselves up
more for attention. April had never been that way. She
used make-up sparingly and prided herself on a more
natural look. Sadly, she found herself making few
friends that way.
"My eyes are fine, I guess."
"Let's make sure. Look upward as far as you can while
holding your head faced forward."
April tried it. It wasn't hard. Just a little awkward,
maybe.
"Now," JB continued, happy that his prey was innocently
following suggestions already. "Relax your eyes in that
position for the count of three. One. Two. Three."
April was wondering what this eye test had to do with
her health, but felt, well, she's come this far...
"Slowly lower your eyes now, until you are facing me."
She did, and her relaxed eyelids followed her pupils
downward. Seeing this made JB quite happy. The test
proved she was a good subject for hypnosis.
"Everything seems to be ok," he said smiling. "I just
wanted to test you on one more thing." JB pulled a
purple stone out of his pocket. April found herself
oddly fascinated by the object immediately. It was very
smooth, shiny and pretty, yet at the same time the dark
purple color gave the stone an exotic look.
"What is your name?"
"April. April Simmons."
"April, I want you to imagine this stone contains the
essence of your heart, mind and soul."
"Why would you want me to do that?"
"Because your happiness and pleasure will be within
whoever holds this stone. And you deserve happiness and
pleasure, April. Because you're a good girl."
A part of her knew what he was doing and wanted to
resist. But her curiosity and his calm relaxing manner
made her want to play along.
Whatever he said or did next is now a blur to her.
April remembers following JB out of the library and
into a nearby apartment building. There were many
students, mostly guys, walking through the hallway as
JB escorted her to a small bedroom with a large
recliner chair, in which she was ordered to sit.
Something deep within April was excited by following
the fat young man's orders, knowing she was getting
herself into a potentially dangerous situation.
When she now has a moment free of her intensely horny
feelings, she recalls being spellbound by the eyes of
the fat, slovenly man who held the purple stone which
contained her soul. She recalls his voice droning on
with instructions that went straight to the center of
her brain. His voice in her brain began to sound like
her own voice; whatever he said, she would repeat in
the voice deep within.
* * *
As April ran through the thick dark and damp forest,
her young augmented breasts jostled, and so did her
memory. She remembered a normal childhood in a happy
family, an average schoolgirl in an average town who
managed to get above average grades so that she could
get a scholarship to a great college. Had it all been a
dream, or was this the dream?
One of the things she remembered was that she began to
love JB. It was a strange, illogical love that was
obsessive nearly to the point of insanity. Gradually
her every thought had become a warm sensual glow
revolving around the desire to please him. The willowy,
thin girl wondered how she could be falling in love
with such an obese, slovenly boy, but such thoughts
were fleeting.
She wrote to her mom and dad that she's found a
boyfriend at school, but she didn't go into much
detail. They were happy for her. She'd been quite an
introvert throughout high school. Oh, she had a group
of a few close friends, and she was very cute in a
mousy way, with her light brown hair with a few natural
highlights setting off her round soft green eyes and
pert nose. There were quite a few guys who vied for her
attention, but her late-blooming and shy personality
dissuaded them from following through when she seemed
to lack interest in them.
JB spent the first three hypnosis sessions with April
conditioning her mind toward warm erotic feelings of
affection before he began the physical, sexual phase.
It had been his experience that bitches were more
obedient for the long term if they were conditioned to
think intensely of sex while at the same time being
denied it, at least in the beginning. Later, they would
be prime mental slaves who would get hornier through
humiliation.
That's how JB really liked his girls. April would be
his fourth, the other three he'd used until he'd gotten
bored with them, and then he'd sold them off to pimps.
He never even asked much, the top price he'd gotten for
his college girls turned into brain-addled submissive
sluts was five hundred bucks, and he was well aware
that any one of those cute babes would make their pimp
at least that much in one night.
But JB never wanted to take the chance of being busted
pimping the girls, his thrill was looking down at the
pleading eyes of a gorgeous hot college slut as her
lips were wrapped lovingly around his rigid, though
somewhat small, member. Before he'd mastered mind
control, the girls throughout high school had laughed
at him, especially when the jocks he was forced to take
showers with in phys-ed spread it around his classes
what a little dick he had. Walking down the hallways
JB's face would turn red every time he heard those
smart-ass bitches giggle and call him bug-fucker and
eraser-dick. That's when he determined one day he would
get his revenge.
And tonight, after patiently molding April's thoughts
and feelings, he would get his revenge on the female
gender once again.
She knew he was coming over and she was all excited.
She'd spent hours getting everything ready. A dinner
that included all three of his favorite foods; pizza,
burritos and hamburgers, and of course plenty of ice
cream, pie and beer. Fortunately, the girl April shared
the Shadyside apartment was away for a week, especially
since April had the urge all day to do the cooking
practically in the nude; she wore only a tiny thin
cotton apron, the top part of which started at her
nipples (which were hard as stone all day), then fell
across her front in a round lacy piece that barely
protected her crotch area.
Several days hence, right after one of her relaxing
sessions with JB, returning home she's walked directly
to the bathroom and shaved every hair from her genital
area, till she was as smooth as a baby's behind. She
even applied baby powder, patting it in and giggling
mindlessly as she lay on her bed feeling wonderfully
stupid and contented, hoping JB would soon see and like
her puffy bald pussy.
"Pussy," She said softly out loud. It had always seemed
offensive to call it that before, but now she liked the
term. She wanted to give her pussy to JB. She wanted
him to please himself with it any way he wanted.
JB was two hours late when he banged on her door. He
purposely hadn't taken a shower for two days. He wanted
April to smell his funk, so that she'd be
simultaneously repelled and turned on by it. He'd also
been drinking, because he knew it put him in a nasty
mood.
April had changed into a transparent black mini-dress.
She opened the door and oddly felt herself awestruck by
the presence of this young man who would go unnoticed
by most other women. But to April he was a god who had
just blessed her by his appearance in her hallway.
"Hello, Sir. Thank you for coming. I thought maybe
you'd forgotten..."
"First of all, shut the fuck up. From this moment on
you will only speak when spoken to. Got that?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Now, life that skirt and spread your legs."
She couldn't help blushing as she did, even though she
was so excited that he was seeing her pussy for the
first time. JB extended one hand and felt up her smooth
puffed out lips. Her eyeballs dilated and her heart
palpitated as he tickled her naturally-lubed clitoris
with a stubby finger.
Suddenly, seemingly for no reason, he smacked her hard
across the face, sending her reeling to the floor.
April lay stunned, feeling her left cheek swell and eye
water up.
JB just stood there looking amused. He belched.
"Where's the head? I drank four beers and I gotta
piss."
"Down the hallway to the left." She spoke meekly and
pointed in the direction. As she heard the flow into
the toilet, she picked herself up sniffling. Had she
offended him? Would he still make love to her? She
worried to the depths of her soul that she had done
something wrong.
He walked into the kitchen. "I didn't flush because I
want you to save it. You got that?"
"Yes, Sir." Save it for what, she wondered? Never mind,
at least he was staying. She set the table and put a
huge slice of pizza and a beer poured into a frosted
mug in front of him. Then she sat next to him, hands
under her chin, and gazed adoringly at his face as he
stuffed it with the sloppy cheese/tomato sauce
concoction, a good third of it spewing down the sides
of his mouth and onto his rotund chin.
"Whatcha lookin' at, bitch? Go put some music on. Make
it sexy music, Prince or something phat," he bellowed.
She was already up and scanning her CD collection.
Thankfully, she had a copy of the Purple One's greatest
hits. The thunderous opening riff of 'Peach' filled the
apartment.
"Good," JB blurted between bites. "Now, get up on this
table and give me a show. Strip outa that cheap tramp
dress you got on."
For a split second April felt a pang of offense to his
words, yet it didn't stop her from climbing onto the
table and slowly moving her hips. She'd never been much
of a dancer because of her shyness, but she knew she
had to please her man.
As she stripped, April felt a deep anxiety within
herself. JB, the man she desperately wanted, had yet to
touch her, except for brutally smacking her in the
face. Thinking of that smack slowly made her feel
sensual, and her dance became more and more hot and
lewd. Hurting her was his way of showing he liked her,
she realized, and that was better than nothing.
"Faster, you dumb cunt!" JB had just chugged another
beer. She quickly discarded the dress. She danced
naked, trying to show the passion she felt for him
through her movements. He stood, grabbed her arm and
pulled her off the table, making her gasp and sounding
a girlish squeak.
He drew her chest to him and sucked in a nipple,
squeezing the tit further into his mouth with out hand
and pawing a pert round asscheek with the other. And so
it began.
She'd been a good girl. What was she doing? Through
that night he question would pop into her head and just
as quickly pop away. He had her kneeling in front of
him sucking his cock, then licking and sucking his
ballsack. He came in her mouth and told her to hold the
cum in her cheek until he came back from pissing out
more of the beer in her toilet. The bowl was beginning
to fill so much she could smell the acrid odor from the
kitchen. He returned and said, "Swallow." She did.
He bent her over his fat legs and spanked her hard,
twenty times. Then he said his hand was starting to
hurt and ordered her to go to the kitchen and find
something nice and hard to use as a paddle. April
returned with a metal spatula. JB whipped her asscheeks
furiously. When she finally began crying, he began
laughing.
She'd been a good girl, so what was she doing? Next, he
dragged her by the hair to the bedroom and threw her on
it, her mascara-smeared eyes looked back at him
pleading, pleading to please him even more. His bulky
rotund weight eclipsed her frail girl's body like a
watermelon on a twig. Except for her small feet and
thin-fingered hands, one would think JB were alone in
the room, humping a mattress. But he wasn't humping a
mattress, he was fucking April, and ashamed as she was
to be used like a dishrag, she loved it, and came and
came and came on the command of a trigger word that
even she was not consciously aware of.
He did a few more things to her that night. Gagged her
with her panties, whipped her with his belt, made her
stick a carrot up her asshole, sucked hickies all over
her neck and breasts for her classmates to see the next
day. And he repeated a few things too; another blowjob,
another crushed fuck.
But the peas la resistance was holding her head under
the beer piss in the toilet bowl and, just when she was
about to pass out, flushing it. April, her hair and
face soaked and stinking, gasping, wailing, crying and
then finally, as he put on his jacket and headed for
the door, pleading with him not to go.
"Look at you," JB said contemptuously as he reached for
the doorknob. "You are one sick nympho slut, you know
that?"
"Yes, Sir." She stammered between sobs. She'd been a
good girl. What had she become?
"You will think of me continuously until you hear from
me again. You will masturbate as often as possible
thinking of me, but will not be able to cum until you
hear from me again. Understand?"
"Yes, Sir."
He chuckled. "See you around, slut."
* * *
One of the hunter's sons, a freckled redheaded lad
named Billy, had April in the sites of his long-range
tazer, but couldn't pull the trigger, being that he was
so mesmerized by the slow motion roll of the melonous
mounds on her chest. And anyway, he wanted the chase to
go on longer, it was so much fun. Whether he was the
one to bag the bitch or not, Billy knew the guys would
let him fuck her, or at least get a blowjob from the
cute little slut. The winner might have her all night,
but the winner always shared, too. That's the way these
outings always went.
April tried to leap over a fallen tree trunk, but her
high heeled shoe-boots didn't quite give her enough
traction, and she found herself falling face and chest
first into a puddle of mud on the trunks far side. She
groaned in frustration, and as she did another memory
came back to her.
* * *
Next it was his friends. After a few weeks JB began
running out of ideas for abusing April, besides which
mid-terms were coming up. April of course was going to
flunk out since it was impossible for her to think of
anything but sex and love of the most obsessive kinds.
She was an emotional wreck, and although JB's
programming forbade her from doing anything that
interfered with the routines of his life (anybody else
with her level of obsession would have been a full-
fledged stalker), her wounded puppy looks and fawning
lovesick and begging manner was starting to irritate
him.
So he had a few friends over one night. Five friends to
be exact. It wasn't really a party, that is; it wasn't
a party until he brought April in. JB made certain she
was deeply conditioned for this new direction in her
submissive training. He went over to her apartment an
hour early and put her in the next level of trance.
Once under, he pulled the dark purple stone from his
pocket.
"What is this, my little skank?"
"It is the stone that contains the essence of my heart,
mind and soul." Her voice was meek, little more than a
whisper.
"You love and obey whoever possesses the stone.
Repeat."
"I love and obey whoever possesses the stone."
"Tonight, there will be five more stones held by boys
who you will obey as you obey me. Each of them will
have purple stones that also contain your essence. You
will love each of them as you love me." With those
words April felt herself become warm and loving toward
five guys who she hadn't even met yet, and she glowed
in anticipation of giving pleasure to them, even though
they were strangers. "Do you understand slut?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Now go and get dressed. Wear something slinky and put
on the brightest, most whorish makeup you've got. Your
'lovers' like girls who look sexy and stupid. And you
are sexy. Repeat."
"I am sexy." April felt herself get wet and felt all
slinky as she spoke.
"And you are stupid."
"And I am stupid." With these words she felt a part of
her mind go numb. There was no reason to think too much
beyond the commands she was given. April felt happy
being dumb.
Even JB was surprised at how easily April accepted the
hypnotic commands.
A few hours later she was delivered to a house in the
suburbs. She wore a pink tube top and a white
miniskirt, sans panties. Her face looked like something
a silly little girl of ten would paste on to look like
a doll; pink glittery lipstick, heavy mascara, long
lashes, eggshell blue eye shadow and plenty of
tangerine colored blush. To the five horny guys she
looked like Christmas, Easter and Halloween all rolled
into one.
The guys started a game of poker, and one by one
excused themselves to go to a back bedroom where they
would screw April, their adoring and adorable little
fuck doll. Most of them were pretty nice and straight
about the sex, a blowjob and a missionary hump was all
they needed. But one guy, Oscar, had a mean, sadistic
streak. She yelled as he pulled her around the room by
her hair, just warming up.
Oscar took of his pants and sat on the bed in his
boxers. He'd worn them all week and they were stained
from sweat and piss. He was a skinny guy with a long
think cock that made a huge indentation in his shorts,
the big round knob falling below the bottom edge of the
shorts.
"On your knees." He took a long drag of his cigarette.
April fell, genuflecting before him. "Now suck it." She
went to pull it out of the boxers. "No, dumbass!" He
slapped her once, hard. "Suck it through my skivvies.
Take the shorts in your mouth and get it all wet."
Through the fog of her induced stupidity, April managed
to understand the order. She leaned forward and put her
lips to the cloth of the shorts. Their was a pungent
odor and taste that repelled her for a moment, almost
making her want to vomit.
A moment later however, the warmth for Oscar took over
and she suck his cock through the material, drooling
sloppily as the texture of cloth combined with the
thick weight of the hardening rod beneath it, began
turning her on. She felt humiliated and her face was
flushed. How could she be such a common piece of ass?
Oh, but God she loved him - in her mind she believed he
had her heart, mind and soul in his pocket.
As the sun came up and JB returned to collect her,
April had a few physical souvenirs. From four of the
poker boys she had a cunt and a belly full of jizz, and
from Oscar she had a fat lip, black and blue marks on
her nipples from alligator clamps, and matching
cigarette burns on each side of her pussy lips. And yet
the girl was happy in a punch-drunk kind of way.
Her brain may have been addled but her vagina was
anything but. If she were counting, she'd had seven
orgasms that night. Even as they drove away, April
leaned back against the passenger side seat and thought
fondly, lovingly and hornily of the boys who had just
used her like a shit-wipe, the new pains throughout her
body a warm and pleasant reminder of a job well done,
her lovers being well served. As her hypnotist drove he
glanced over at the weirdly contented girl and
chuckled. He'd fucked up her mind but good.
JB didn't sell April to a pimp right off. He took her
down to a strip club know as the Pitt Stop and had her
meet Abel Grantif, the head honcho. Right away April's
thin frame and small breasts made Abel suspicious of
her age.
"She's been 19 since for three months now," JB produced
her driver's license and birth certificate, having
anticipated the crude club owner's question. "And she
loves to dance. Loves swinging that cute butt of hers
in men's faces," he laughed.
"That right, honey?" Abel blew smoke in April's
direction.
"Yes, Sir." She smiled as sweetly as she could, bit her
lower lip like a shy child and stood coyly knock-kneed
and pigeon-toed like JB had programmed her to do for
the occasion. JB had known the club owner liked girls
who acted young and dumb. He'd even had her go easy on
the makeup, as well as wear a pleated short Catholic
schoolgirl skirt.
"So, let's see it," Abel stretched to turn up the CD
player, which was kicking out some phat beats by the
Chemical Brothers.
Immediately April went into her sultry bump and grind,
licking her lips and gyrating her ass. Somewhere deep
in her head a voice murmured that she had once been a
good girl and she was now acting like a whore, but that
voice was quickly obliterated by an overwhelming wanton
desire. She was dancing for JB and his friend, and she
loved JB.
Abel Grantif liked what he saw. "Now strip. Do it slow.
Remember, you have three songs onstage once an hour.
You want to have your top off by the end of the first
song, your bottom off by the end of the second, then
collecting tips in your garter while you show everybody
your pussy for the finale."
All the intricate instructions were making the newly-
stupid slut dizzy, but she tried her best to follow
them because her lover was smiling, and so was his
friend, so this must be important. She was up on Abel's
desk by the end of the third song, wearing nothing but
her white schoolgirl shoes, lace socks and the garter
JB had remembered to have her wear.
This girl is good, real good, the boss thought. And
she's cute too. He felt a stirring in his dick, which
actually wasn't all that common anymore since he'd seen
so many girls stripping every day, he'd become jaded.
He peeled off a twenty from a wad of bills he always
kept nearby for show, and placed it in April's garter
as she gyrated her engorged bald quim near his face.
"Oh, my gawd!" she gushed. "Thank you, Mr. Grantif,
sir."
"My pleasure, Sweetie. Now get under the desk and suck
my cock while your manager and I do a little
negotiating."
* * *
For the first few days, April lived in that office.
Abel liked her around that much. He also wanted her to
get the feel of the place. She met the other girls, who
mostly treated her well, though some were suspicious
and jealous of her because she was getting so much of
the boss's attention.
One of the girls, who called herself Modawna, took
April under her wing to 'show her the ropes', so to
speak. Modawna was a beautiful black girl who had like
April been a student at Pitt until she met JB Neuman.
Neither of the girls were aware consciously that they
were victims of mind control training, the black girl
even told April that she had been intensely in love
with JB.
"But now," a huge bright smile crossed Modawna's face,
"I found the true man of my dreams. I am deeply in love
with Frost-T, my personal manager." April was curious
about this, because she couldn't imagine falling out of
love with her wonderful JB.
Madawna showed the new girl around the various sections
of the premises. There was the stage, the bar, the
front audience seats, the sidewall audience booths that
the girls called 'the blowjob seats' because they were
equipped with pillow padding on the floor for the
girl's knees as they knelt to suck the dicks as the
customers relaxed and watched the show. It was all for
an extra cost, of course.
There were also five small cubicles behind the stage
equipped with small beds and sex toys for the johns who
wanted straight fucking, ass fucking, or perhaps
something a bit rougher involving bondage, spanking or
whipping. On the weekends the sex rooms were very busy,
and sometimes even had lines outside the doors, so that
Abel had to impose a twenty minute limit on the room
activity. There was even a separate little bathtub room
for customers who wanted to piss on a girl.
It was all for an extra price, and there were quite a
few wealthy gentlemen who paid a very expensive yearly
membership fee to be allowed total access of the
facilities and the strippers. These members could also,
for a separate fee, take a girl home for a night.
Occasionally a girl wouldn't come back from such
nights, and the rumor among the strippers would be that
she had been bought as a sex slave.
By Thursday Abel felt it was time April start dancing.
He thought he was clever in inventing a stage name for
her, 'April May', which he posted at the bottom of the
list of strippers on the poster outside the club.
That night before getting dressed JB held her face in
his hands, gazed deep into her eyes and said her secret
trigger word. The next thing April knew, she was in
front of a room full of men, swaying her booty as she
sassily sauntered across the stage, dressed in a sheer
pink thin-strapped top and a pretty pink thong hiked
above a shiny black micro-mini skirt. A packed crowd of
randy males were hooting and hollering for the new
girl.
"Give it up, guys!" the MC's voice had boomed over the
heavy trip-hop music, "for our first-time hottie, sweet
little APRIL MAY!" The raucous cheering that followed
made April feel happy and horny, and she smiled
brightly as she sashayed down the runway toward the
poll. She loved these guys, each and every one of them,
and she was going to give them a great sexy show.
To be continued; Chapter Two - Frost-T The Ho Man
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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