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Mr. Poe 
by Parker (address withheld)

***

A damaged demented man rapes women and humiliates them 
for his own excitement and satisfaction. Then during 
one of his crimes he meets Mr. Poe who facilitates his 
urges and increases his demented passions. (M/F+, nc, 
rp, v, huml, mc)

***

Author Note: This is rather a brutal mind control 
story. As such, it involves a good deal of non-
consensual sexual activity. If you are offended by this 
sort of story, stop reading now. Really. Consider 
yourself warned. 

***

It was so easy. 

The sweet little bitch moaned and cried, chocking on 
the oily rag I had stuffed in her mouth, but didn't try 
to move away as I rammed my greased cock up her tight 
little ass. 

She couldn't have been more than eighteen, a student at 
the local college in the little hick town of Easton. 
With her tight blonde curls and sparkling blue eyes, 
she had been the first thing to catch my eye as I got 
off the greyhound. Walking down the main street with a 
couple of school friends... well, she'd been a welcome 
sight. I was down on my luck: bus ticket ran out here 
in the middle of nowhere, and me with only a few dead 
presidents left in my battered wallet. 

When I saw her, though... I knew I would have her. 
Would fuck her. It'd been weeks since I'd taken a bitch 
and some time more since I'd had one as sweet and young 
as her. Pickings were slim in the city. The women were 
getting smarter; warier or something. I'd even resorted 
to taking whores, although that was nowhere near as 
much fun. 

But this one... 

She was perfect. I stuck around for a few days, figured 
out her pattern - they all have patterns - and it was 
the easiest thing snatching her right off the street. 
Nothing like the prick of a knife in the back of the 
neck to inspire obedience. Led her into the alley where 
we waited for night to fall - me sitting behind her, 
fondling her firm, young tits, all the time telling her 
what was going to happen to her - and, when it was dark 
enough, I took her to an abandoned warehouse on the 
outskirts of town. 

Used to store farm equipment or something, but not any 
more. 

She'd been a virgin when I took her. 

But not any more. 

I'd already fucked her in the cunt, right away. Just to 
take the edge off. 
It only took a couple of minutes before I came. As I 
said, it had been a while. 

After that, I'd stripped her naked, tied her hands in 
front of her, and stuffed a rag in her mouth; they 
always tried to scream and shout at this part. Tears 
poured out of her pretty blue eyes while I put her in 
position - on her knees with her legs spread, shoulders 
on the ground and bound hands extended back between her 
legs, head turned so I could see her face - and then 
stuffed my raging hard-on straight up her asshole. She 
squealed and bucked like crazy, but as I said earlier, 
she didn't try to get away. 

Probably liked it. 

Bitch. 

By now I had my full weight on her, and my face was up 
next to hers. That's what I liked the best: watching 
their pretty faces contort in pain and fear as they 
feel my hot manhood impaling them from behind. 

"Don't cry baby," I whispered, licking a tear from her 
cheek. Salty. She moaned into the gag. 

Bitch. 

Well, I'd give her something to cry about. She'd soon 
be licking the shit and come from my cock. When I was 
done fucking with her, she'd no longer be a virgin in 
any of her holes. Good thing too; waste of flesh not to 
plug such beautiful holes. 

I began to pick up the pace as I felt my cock grow 
harder, each thrust deeper and more violent, faster and 
faster as I slammed my hips... 

"If you don't mind my saying so, your technique is a 
bit - how shall I say it? - crude." 

WHAT THE FUCK? 

I pushed upwards to my feet, slamming the little 
bitch's face into the ground as my cock jerked free, 
spraying cum all over her back. Ignoring that, I 
stumbled back and picked up my knife, looking for the 
source of that voice... there he was... 

"Yes," he repeated. "Crude. That's the word. The right 
idea, I think." He smiled at me. "But crude." 

I stared, speechless. The speaker was a man, no more 
than five feet tall at the most, thin with stringy, 
grey hair and bright blue eyes. Strange eyes. He was 
wearing a suit, but not like you see people wearing on 
the street or in offices or anything. It looked... 
well, older, I guess. More formal. He even had a little 
cane. I almost laughed; he looked kind of like a little 
doll or something, perfectly proportioned, but small 
and kind of ageless. 

Certainly not a threat to me. 

I lowered the knife. 

"Ah," he smiled. "A modicum of trust. How touching." 

"Huh?" What the fuck was he talking about? 

The little man gestured to where the blonde bitch was 
sniveling on the ground. She had risen to her knees, 
where she huddled cringing, trying to cover her tits. 
"I've interrupted you," he said. "Please forgive me. Do 
continue on with what you were doing." 

Fuckin right. 

I didn't know who he was or what he was doin' here, but 
there was some unfinished business with my little 
bitch. Keeping hold of the knife, I picked up a stool 
and slammed it down in front of her. I grabbed her by 
the hair as she tried to pull away and jerked her teary 
face up next to mine. 

"OK bitch," I growled at her, sitting down on the 
stool. "One more hole." I brought the knife up and slid 
it lightly over her throat. "One more thing and you're 
outta here. OK?" 

She nodded. They always believed that. 

Just hope, I guess. 

Stupid, stupid, stupid. 

Still, it served my purpose. I shoved her face down 
into my crotch and let hope do the rest. Sobbing and 
shaking, she opened her mouth to accept my shit and 
cum-stained cock and started sucking. Before long, I 
was looking down on her pretty curls as they bobbed up 
and down in my lap. Not bad. Not bad at all. 

Almost a shame to have to do her when I was done. 

Satisfied, I looked over at the little man. Strange as 
it seemed, I wasn't the slightest bit worried about 
him. Even as a witness. He didn't seem like a threat, 
and if he tried to run I knew I could catch him before 
he got out of the warehouse. 

So why not let him watch? 

The bitch choked and whined, but she moved her mouth up 
and down on my cock without being forced. The promise 
of release after I had come had its usual effect. I had 
to laugh; the little cunt was doing her best to make it 
"good" for me. My cock began to swell; despite the fact 
that I had already come twice, I knew it wouldn't take 
long. 

All the while, the little man just stood there, a 
slight smile on his face, watching. Strange. I'd have 
to satisfy my curiosity about him before doing him as 
well. No witnesses; that was the rule. 

Eventually, I came. My little blonde cocksucker choked 
and coughed, but tried to swallow as best she could. It 
was too much for her though, and my cock slipped free 
to spurt a long rope of jism all over her face as she 
fell backwards to the warehouse floor. 

After I was done, I slipped my cock back into my pants 
and got to my feet. 
Time to finish things. I reached down and picked up my 
knife... 

"Just a moment." The man spoke up again. For some 
reason, I waited to hear what he had to say... Before I 
killed him. 

"I think I may be able to offer you some assistance." 
He walked forward, coming right up to me. I towered 
over him; he really couldn't have been more than five 
feet tall. "Permit me to introduce myself," he said. 
"My name is Mr. Poe." 

So? 

"It appears that you plan to deal with this young 
lady... in rather a 'permanent' manner?" 

He raised his eyebrows, waiting for an answer. 

"Gonna cut her." I waved the knife in her general 
direction and was rewarded with a squeal of fear. Bitch 
started sobbing again. I loved that sound. 

The little man - Mr. Poe - shook his head. 

That made me angry. "What the fuck do you care?" This 
was getting tired real fast. 

"Tell me," he said, looking up at me with this weird 
look on his face, "What do you like?" I must have 
looked confused, because he went on after a couple of 
seconds. "I mean to say, what do you *do* this for? Do 
you like to humiliate women? Teach them their place? 
Really *hurt* them." 

Fuck, that was easy. "Yeah. All of the above. What's 
your point?" 

"Simply this," he answered, "I can help you. I can 
alter your... circumstances so that you can hurt and 
humiliate them far more effectively than you ever 
thought possible." 

He was crazy. "Fuck man. I just raped the little bitch 
in every hole she has and now I'm going to cut her a 
new one." The knife trembled in my hand, crying out to 
be used. "What the fuck else could I do to her?" 

"This."  

I stood back and watched as he approached the girl. She 
was crouching on her knees, still sniveling, trying 
without much success to cover herself with her bound 
hands. The man knelt down in front of her and stared 
into her eyes for a couple of seconds. Then he looked 
over at me with an odd little smile. "Cindy here's 
carrying your baby." 

I just grunted, unmoved. 

So what? She'd be dead in a couple of minutes. 

He turned back to her and, still gazing into her eyes, 
began speaking quietly to her. I strained to listen: he 
was giving her orders. Telling her that she would 
remember the rape, but not tell anyone; that she would 
carry the baby to term, but never reveal the identity 
of the father; that she would devote her whole life to 
the child - quit school, get any job she could, and 
spend everything she had bringing it up; and that she 
would never, never in her life willingly have sex with 
anyone else. And, for the rest of her life, she would 
remember the rape and be aware of the fact that it 
would be the only sexual experience she would ever have 
from this day forward. 

Finished, he straightened up again and looked over at 
me with a raised eyebrow. My cock was rock hard again, 
at the thought of what he had proposed, but I wasn't 
into fantasy. This was real. Humiliation and 
degradation were fine, but I knew what had to be done. 
He must have seen the disbelief on my face, 'cause he 
turned back to the girl and gave another order: "Stand 
up. Go over and give Mr. Ellis a big kiss and thank him 
for putting the baby in your tummy." 

Fuck! How did he know my name? This had gone on long 
enough; time to finish the girl and then this little 
asshole. 

I began to move forward, but stopped in my tracks as 
the girl got to her feet, walked over to where I was 
standing and reached up to kiss me. I was stunned. Was 
she was really going to do it? Follow those orders? I 
just stood there as the girl I had just finished 
brutally raping brought her lips up to mine for a long, 
passionate kiss. 

I kept my eyes open. So did she. The fear and horror at 
what she was doing was plainly visible in her big, blue 
eyes as the tears trickled down her cheeks. My cock 
began to ache it was so excited; this was so much 
better than mere physical violation! Finally, she broke 
off the kiss and spoke: "Thank you for putting the baby 
in my tummy," she said. 

Hating every word of it. 

I almost came again, then and there. The little man 
must have noticed my excitement - it was hard to miss - 
'cause he ordered the girl to kneel and suck me off. 
'One for the road,' he joked, although it sounded odd 
in his strange, high-pitched voice. Without a word, she 
knelt down and began bobbing her mouth up and down on 
my rigid cock. As she worked, the man introduced 
himself again: 
Mr. Poe. 

Mr. Poe. 

He walked right up to me and we shook hands. 

Just like that. 

Within minutes, I dumped another load of cum in Cindy's 
mouth. She swallowed every drop, keeping my cock in her 
mouth until Mr. Poe ordered her to stop. 

She stopped. Then he undid her bonds, told her to clean 
herself up and sent her away, repeating his orders as 
to how she was to spend the rest of her life. Once 
again, I savored the revulsion on her pretty face as he 
bound her to his will, but she didn't say anything. 

Just dusted herself off and left. 

Without saying a word. 

I looked over at Mr. Poe. "She'll do it?" I asked, 
voice hoarse. "All of it?" 

He nodded. 

Fuck. "How did you do that?" 

"It isn't difficult," he told me. Then he added: "You 
can do it too." 

Those words hit me like a blow. I could do it too. 
Control women; violate their minds as well as their 
bodies. Fuck them mentally as well as physically. 

"How?" I had to learn how to do it. "Show me." 

Mr. Poe smiled. "I will," he answered. "But not here." 
He gestured to the doorway. "I have a car nearby. We'll 
drive up to the city. It's the perfect place to... to 
practice." 

Fine. There was nothing keeping me in this little shit-
hole of a town. 

I nodded my acceptance and followed him out of the 
warehouse and across the street to an old beater. He 
gestured for me to take the wheel. 

I drove in silence as he explained his 'power' to me. 

It was all kind of technical. Something about quantum 
mechanics - whatever the hell that is; I can't even 
check the oil on a car - and how at a certain, very 
small level there is no reality. Just probability. And 
nothing actually exists until it's observed. That's 
what the mind is for, he said, observing. Fixing 
reality out of flux. And, he went on, if a person 
understood how the process worked, how to *impose* a 
reality rather than passively observe it... well, that 
person can control reality. Or, at least, how others 
*observed* reality. Which, he concluded, is one and the 
same thing. 

His words. 

I dunno. It sounded like a bunch of crap to me. Waves 
and particles... I just kept remembering the look in 
that bitch's eyes when she brought her lips to up to 
mine. The fear and loathing... the horrible knowledge 
that she was going to be spending the rest of her life 
looking after a kid fathered by the rapist who took her 
virginity in the only sexual experience she'd ever 
have. That's what I was in it for; the power to do 
that. I didn't care about how it worked; I just wanted 
to know how to do it. The scientific details just 
washed over me. 

The drive to the city took just over three hours. Mr. 
Poe told me to go along to a dingy little hotel a 
couple blocks from Main Street. A real dive, but the 
little guy was paying, and I wasn't in a position to 
complain. I wanted to get going right away, but Mr. Poe 
insisted on waiting 'till the next day. I spent a 
restless night staring at the ceiling, remembering the 
girl's horror-stricken face. 

Imagining what I could do. 

What I *would* do. 

***** 

The next morning, we took a walk through City Park. A 
'stroll' Mr. Poe said. He was dressed pretty much the 
same as he had been the day before. A different suit, 
but the same formal, out of date style. I was in jeans 
and tee-shirt. 

I was anxious to get going, but Mr. Poe just smiled and 
said to wait. 'Something will come along,' he said. 
Sure enough, not ten minutes later, this girl jogger 
approached us on the footpath. She must have been in 
her mid-twenties; tall and slender, with long legs and 
small, firm tits. An athlete's body. She had thick, 
brown hair pulled back in a pony tail which bounced and 
bobbed as she ran. 

"Excuse me." Mr. Poe caught her attention, and, as soon 
as she looked at him, she stopped running. There was 
silence for a few moments, and then Mr. Poe spoke: 
"That looks like hard work." 

It did; her face glistened with sweat. 

"Maybe you should take a break." 

The girl looked slightly puzzled, but just nodded. 
"Perhaps over there?" Mr. Poe gestured towards a small 
copse of trees about sixty feet off the path. Once 
again the girl nodded, and we all walked over. By this 
time my cock was raging in my pants. I was ready for 
the good part. 

I didn't have to wait long. 

"My friend here," he said, nodding at me, "seems to be 
a bit... excited. Why not kneel down in front of him 
and masturbate his penis for a bit while we get 
acquainted?" 

I saw the same look of horror I had seen in the other 
bitch's face, but she just said: "sure". The girl 
dropped to her knees in front of me, undid my fly and 
started playing with my cock with her long, cool 
fingers. She continued to do it while Mr. Poe 
questioned her. Her name was Brenda. She was a student, 
getting her masters in economics at the local 
university. Not married or engaged, but she did have a 
steady boyfriend. 

God, her unwilling fingers felt good on my cock. 

Mr. Poe reached up and put his hand on my shoulder. 

"Try it," he said. I did my best, squeezing my eyes 
shut and concentrating as hard as I could, but nothing 
happened. I tried to recall all the stuff he had told 
me the day before, about energy... about waves... about 
particles... I did my best, but nothing happened. 

Blank. 

I looked over at Mr. Poe. 

The corners of his mouth turned up in what might have 
been a smile. "You are trying too hard Mr. Ellis," he 
told me. "Don't think; feel. I'll help you." I sighed 
and tried to loosen up, staring down at the girl as she 
manipulated and teased my rigid cock. She had the most 
amazing blue eyes; quite a contrast with her dark hair. 
They looked up at me, big and wet... begging for 
release from her prison of a body... 

Then it happened! It was almost like sinking into her 
body; into her mind. Suddenly, I half felt as though I 
was looking up at myself... playing with my own cock; 
but at the same time, I *knew* that I was still me. I 
still had control, but I could poke about in her mind. 
I heard a voice: "There you are Mr. Ellis." It was Mr. 
Poe; he wasn't speaking out loud, but somehow I could 
hear him. Sort of. "Now we will pull out," he said 
(thought?), and I felt my awareness re-centre itself in 
my body. 

Wild. 

"Now you try," he ordered. "Get her to perform orally." 

The girl whimpered at his words, but I ignored her. I 
just looked back down at her face and... and there it 
was: I was in again. Simple as that. Kind of like those 
pictures they show you when you're a kid. You know, the 
ones with other pictures hidden inside? At first you 
just can't see it no matter how hard you try, but after 
you do finally get it, you wonder why you never saw it 
before. Just like that. 

I let my mind soak up her awareness. Tasted her fear 
and revulsion, but saw how they were submerged beneath 
a kind of... well, I don't know how to describe it; it 
was like her personality, her self, was trapped beneath 
some kind of... well, ice. Black ice. That's not right, 
but it's the best I could do. I could sense her trapped 
awareness - it was delicious - but I can't really 
explain why it was trapped. 

It just was. 

OK. Time to add another layer of ice. 

"I bet you're the kind of girl who likes to suck cock," 
I told her. It seemed right to vocalize commands. 
"Aren't you?" 

She nodded; the ice grew a little thicker. Changed 
shape; warped. 

"In fact, you're quite a little cocksucker. Right?" 

"Yes." Her face burned with humiliation while her true 
self writhed in torment beneath the ice. 

"Say it." 

"I'm quite the little cocksucker," she intoned. 

"Like you mean it," I growled. "Look happy." 

A sick smile came over her face, like a cartoon 
caricature of lust as she repeated: "I'm quite the 
little cocksucker." 

Bitch was mocking me. I reached up a hand to smack her 
one. 

"Just a moment." It was Mr. Poe again, halting my blow. 
"Let me show you." He made a couple of slight 
adjustments to the barrier we had erected between her 
body and her self. Just enough to let some personality 
through, but not enough to lose control. "Now try it." 
I felt him withdraw. 

I looked down on the girl. "Tell me what you like," I 
ordered. 

This time it was for real. If it hadn't been for the 
spark, the sliver, of horror in her eyes, I could've 
sworn she was a bitch in heat. Parting her lips, she 
looked up at me: "Please," she whined, "I'm a 
cocksucker; a good little cocksucker. Let me suck you." 
Her slender body twisted with repressed sexuality. "I 
want you in my mouth," she begged. "Please let me suck 
you." 

More like it. 

"Suck it, bitch." 

With a little squeal of excitement, she slipped her wet 
lips over my cock and immediately began bobbing her 
face up and down, willingly impaling her face on my 
cock while slavering at it with her tongue. The little 
cunt gave the best head I'd had in years. So good, I 
was ready to blow in a couple of minutes, sucking and 
slurping like it was the best thing in the world. 

Just as I was about to come, I pulled her face away and 
held it inches from my cock. She moaned and tried to 
pull away, but I held her there as rope after rope of 
white, sticky cum sprayed all over her beautiful face 
and hair. When I finally let go, she sprawled back on 
her ass. I'd lost control of her when I came; she was 
no longer under any mental compulsion. 

She immediately brought a hand up to wipe her face. 

"No." I slipped in again. It got easier every time. 
"Leave it there. You like it." This time I was careful 
to leave some breaks in the ice so some personality 
could get through. "You like it so much," I continued, 
"that you're going to start masturbating. You're hotter 
than you've ever been in your life, but no matter what 
you do, you can't come." She immediately dropped one 
hand down under the waistband of her shorts and started 
rubbing her pussy. She moaned with lust and used her 
other hand to massage with her tits. 

A pair of hands started clapping behind me. 

It was Mr. Poe. 

"Very good Mr. Ellis. Very good. A very strong first 
effort." 

I smirked and gave a little bow. 

"I think you've grasped the basics," he continued. "You 
know how to get in and establish control. You know how 
to allow a certain amount of personality to come 
through so that they are not just puppets, not mere 
caricatures." The little man walked forward until he 
was right in front of the bitch. "Now you need to learn 
how to undertake a more permanent alteration; how to 
set up commands that will last long after you have 
moved on." 

"Like with that bitch up in Easton?" 

"Yes," he smiled at me. "Like I did with Cindy." He 
turned to face Brenda, who was moaning and writhing at 
our feet. "Come inside," he ordered, "and watch." 

I did as he said, slipping into Brenda's mind like it 
was nothing. It was, really; once you realized - felt - 
how it was done, it was as easy as focusing your eyes 
on a nearby object. Almost automatic. Once in, I 
watched - if that's the right word - while Mr. Poe 
added a new layer to the ice; changing it, making it 
harder as he warped her personality into something 
different. And, while she moaned and whined at our feet 
in frustrated lust, Mr. Poe articulated the changes he 
was making. 

"First," he said, using the same quiet, intense voice 
he had used on the girl in Easton, "you will remember 
none of this. You just went on a normal jog in the 
park." The bitch whined, not acknowledging his orders. 

From the frantic activity under her shorts, she must 
have been thrusting half of her hand in and out of her 
cunt. "You'll find," he went on, "that you greatly 
enjoy oral sex. In fact, from now on, that's the only 
kind of sex you will enjoy; the only time you will ever 
experience an orgasm is when you feel warm cum striking 
your face." 

I watched as he shaped her personality, channeling 
energy and desire into the patterns he wanted. What he 
was doing now was actually quite different than just 
making up the ice; he seemed to have gone further into 
her mind than before. Further than I could follow. 

"In fact," he continued, "you enjoy it so much, you'll 
feel the urge to engage in oral sex at least three 
times a week. And never twice with the same man." 

Twisting... shaping... 

"And once he's come on your face, you won't wash it off 
for at least six hours. Do you understand?" 

"Y-yessss..." If anything her movements became even 
more frantic; I'd swear she had her entire hand in her 
pussy. 

"Fine." Mr. Poe pulled out her mind, leaving me to 
admire his handiwork. Nice job. More importantly, I had 
an idea how to do it now; the trick was to connect 
yourself with a deeper part of the subject's mind than 
you would with short term control; really put a part of 
yourself in their mind; in effect, become them, if only 
for a few moments. 

I looked over at the little man. 

Now what? 

He smiled at me. "Why not," he suggested, "provide her 
with the first orgasm of her new life?" 

Sounded good. I withdrew my cock from my pants and 
gestured at her. It didn't take control. Mr. Poe had 
done all the work; the moment she saw the cock, she 
almost threw herself at me, gobbling it up and sucking 
at it like there was no tomorrow. It took a while, 
having come just ten minutes ago, but I eventually 
dumped a load on her face. 

This time, she didn't pull away; instead, she took her 
mouth away just as I came and directed the cum onto her 
face. The minute it struck her cheeks, she came, a 
long, violent, screeching orgasm. I was afraid someone 
would hear and come to see what was going on, but no 
one did. 

Eventually, she wound down, gasping and panting as 
trickles of sweat wore trails through the cum which 
splattered her face. Mr. Poe told her to get up and 
continue her jog, reminding her that she would remember 
none of this. Just as she left, he added: "One more 
thing." She turned to look at him. "I don't think 
you're going to pass any of your courses," he told her. 
"It might be a good idea to seduce your professors." He 
smiled. "Just to make certain." 

She nodded, and I didn't have to be inside her mind to 
know that he had added yet another twist and warp to 
her personality. We watched silently as she jogged, 
face still shiny and wet with sperm which would remain 
there for at least six hours, around the corner and our 
of sight. 

We practiced for the rest of the morning. Just short 
term stuff; Mr. Poe said he wanted me to be completely 
comfortable with getting in and taking control before 
he would show me how to take the next step: how to 
submerge myself in the subject's mind. 

How to make permanent changes. 

I made a girl named Anna lose control of her bowels and 
bladder in a restaurant. She was sitting, having 
breakfast with a bunch of friends when I entered her 
mind and pulled a few strings. She froze in mid-
sentence as she felt the warm gush in between her legs. 
Panicking, she stood; her friends watched in disbelief 
as the piss ran free, staining her skirt and trickling 
down her legs. Then there was a loud, farting sound. 
The girl, now crying, turned and fled the restaurant, 
leaving a trail of shit and piss as she ran. 

Jo-Anne was on her way to a job interview. I entered 
her mind and forced to her to strip off her clothes and 
run naked through the office. She made quite an 
impression as she ran, tits bouncing freely, past the 
desks of the other workers and into the employment 
office, but I doubt she got the job. 

Or maybe she did. 

Cheryl experienced the biggest, loudest orgasm of her 
life as she stood in a crowded elevator with some 
partners from the law firm where she worked. Collapsing 
to the floor, she slipped a hand down the front of her 
skirt and began frigging herself, desperate to come 
again. The other passengers, us included, looked at 
each other in surprise, mouths gaping. 

One of the partners snickered. 

All in all, a good morning's work. 

***** 

After a quick lunch (and an even quicker blowjob from 
the blonde waitress), the practice continued. Mr. Poe 
said that he thought I was now ready to learn how to 
make permanent changes; how to alter a subject's 
personality completely. Oh, I was ready, alright. This 
was what I had been waiting for; ever since I saw what 
he did to that little Cindy bitch back in Easton. 

We found her at a food fair in the City Square, having 
a late lunch. She was dressed in a conservative 
business suit and had her thick, brown hair pulled up 
in a tight bun, but behind the glasses and the 
unflattering clothing she was a real beauty. Mr. Poe 
introduced himself, and 'convinced' her to join us on 
an isolated park bench. Her name was Amy Henderson. She 
was an accountant at a big downtown firm. In fact, she 
had just been made a partner, and saw herself as 
something of a pioneer for women in that profession. 

Bit of a feminist. 

Well, more than a bit. 

I waited impatiently while Mr. Poe slowly drew all of 
this information from her: her past; her training and 
education; her goals... I wanted to get right to it, 
but he was patient. "There's no hurry, Mr. Ellis," he 
told me, as if reading my mind. "The more information 
we gain, the better we may tailor our little... game." 

I nodded reluctantly. He was the boss. 

For now. 

He turned back to the woman. She had a puzzled look on 
her face, confused by our conversation. Mr. Poe went in 
and soothed her. Her face lost the puzzled expression, 
and she just sat there, passively. An empty vessel, 
waiting to be filled. 

Mr. Poe continued the conversation. 

Turned out, she was quite upset about something that 
had happened that day at work. A number of men from the 
office were in the habit of going out every once in a 
while to a local strip joint after work for drinks. Amy 
had found out about it, and had tried to make an issue 
of it with her bosses. They'd made sympathetic noises, 
but essentially told her to mind her own business. She 
was presently in the process of writing a formal 
complaint to the Institute of Chartered Accountants. 
'Conduct unbecoming', or some such bullshit. 

I sat, bored, through all of this, waiting for the good 
stuff. Finally, Mr. Poe turned to me. "Come in," he 
ordered. "I'll show you." Obediently, I followed him 
inside the girl's mind - it was almost second nature to 
me now - and watched as he... altered her. 

It was different than the short term control. You had 
to go much deeper inside, virtually *becoming* the 
subject, in order to make changes that would last. The 
ice was still there, but you had to make the changes 
from inside in order to make it permanent. I watched - 
felt - as he did that to the girl. 

As usual, he vocalized the orders as he made the 
changes. She was still to continue on at work as she 
always did - smart, competent, bitchy - but in the 
evenings... In the evenings, she was to become a 
stripper. At a particular club. Three times a week, she 
would feel an uncontrollable sexual urge that could 
only be satisfied by slowly removing her clothing on a 
lit catwalk... in front of a crowd of jeering, cheering 
men. 

Her excitement would build and build, until, at the end 
of every show, she would experience a shattering 
orgasm. Right on stage. And, when she was eventually 
seen by her co-workers, she would do her best to buy 
their silence with her body; she would offer them 
anything - would *do* anything - so they wouldn't tell 
at work. 

And, when she finally did lose her job, she would go to 
work full time as a stripper... 

I watched her walk away, shivering slightly, half in 
lust, half in exhaustion. The experience had been much 
more intense than with short-term control. It was like 
Mr. Poe - and myself, along for the ride - had become 
one with the girl, using our willpower to bend her 
personality to our control. 

By the time we pulled out, her character had been 
permanently changed. She would carry out Mr. Poe's 
orders, feeling and doing what he told her to feel and 
do, without ever realizing the difference. It was 
fucking fantastic! Despite the fact that I'd had a 
blowjob less than an hour earlier, my cock felt like it 
was going to explode. 

This blew rape all to hell. 

After a quick trip to the strip joint to make certain 
that Amy would be hired (Mr. Poe even suggested a 
couple of 'themes' for her act: schoolgirl; bondage 
slut...), we walked towards the large park out behind 
the university. As we walked, Mr. Poe took me over the 
technique I would need to know in order to make 
permanent changes. He had gone over all this before, 
but now that I had experienced it, I began to 
understand. 

He gave me one more quick demonstration. It was a young 
student this time, named Pamela Brown. She was studying 
to be a teacher or something. Mr. Poe took me in and 
again showed me how it was done; the same joined 
feeling, the same hard, black ice... The alterations 
were more subtle this time: he rearranged her feelings 
so that she would become slightly masochistic. And a 
lesbian. Not a lot; not so she couldn't control it, but 
enough to affect her personality. Hell, I would have 
done a lot more, but Mr. Poe just smiled when I told 
him that. "In time," he said, "the more subtle changes 
can be much more satisfying." 

Uh-huh. 

Well, that was his style. Mine was a little more 
direct. And, finally, he told me I was ready to try to 
do it myself. Fuck, I couldn't wait. 

The first one was a cute little science major named 
Roxanne. She had just broken up with her boyfriend. 
He'd wanted to have anal sex with her, but she had 
refused. She'd caught him with another girl soon after, 
and that was that. 

"Roxanne," I told her, slipping deeply into her mind, 
"that wasn't very nice." I was inside, deep. "I think 
that you should go back to him and beg him to fuck you 
up the ass." 

"But..." My control wasn't complete. I went in deeper. 

"Not only that," I continued, now almost one with her 
mind, "from now on you will only have anal sex. The 
thought of taking a cock up the ass is incredibly 
exciting; you'll come screaming every time." From 
inside, I could feel her personality altering to match 
my words. The black ice was warping her character to 
fit my will. "In fact, you'll have anal sex at least 
three times a week from now on, but never with one guy 
more than once a week."

Maybe, just maybe, there was a small spark of rebellion 
inside of her as I told her this, but I just slipped in 
a little deeper and snuffed it out. I was sweating and 
shaking by the time I was finished, but it worked. The 
little bitch walked away remembering nothing, but from 
that day onward, she would do what I had told her. 

Be a good little ass slut. 

And, man, it felt great! I felt like a fucking god. 

I had to do it again. 

The second bitch was a tall, blonde woman named Tanya. 
She taught remedial English, or, as she called it, 
"jock" English. Basically, it was a course designed to 
keep the athletes on the playing field. She hated it, 
and hated the big, stupid guys she was forced to 
instruct. 

Or, at least, she used to hate them. Now, she loved 
them. So much, in fact, that she would do her best each 
term to sleep with as many of them as possible. 

I wondered how long she would last at the job... 

I turned Laurie and Dana into masochists. They would 
constantly feel a sexual excitement which they could 
only satisfy by inflicting pain on themselves. 

Or, more specifically, on their tits... 

By the time I was finished with her, Sandra was the 
school whore, more than willing to sleep with anyone 
with five bucks in his pocket. She'd start work that 
night... 

Amanda was an extremely shy girl. At Mr. Poe's 
suggestion, I turned her into an exhibitionist. She 
would feel the urge to show off her body in public, 
getting more and more sexually aroused as she did so. I 
set it up so that she would have to come in public at 
least once a day... 

Lara, Stephanie, Janet, Gloria and Beverly were all a 
part of the cheerleading squad. We met them on the way 
to practice and stopped to 'chat'. By the time I was 
finished with them, they all had the same, 
uncontrollable urge to have babies. Basically, they 
were like bitches in heat; they would fuck anything and 
everything until they became pregnant. After that, they 
would carry the baby to term and then start the cycle 
all over again. At their age, I figured they each had a 
good twenty-five years of baby-making ahead of them... 

I turned a couple more girls into ass sluts, gave 
another the uncontrollable urge to have sex with dogs, 
and, finally, took away from the associate dean of the 
university the power to control her own bladder. 

That was enough. It was great, and I felt like a kid in 
a candy store, but it took a lot of energy. Mr. Poe 
agreed, and we headed back to our hotel room. Along the 
way, I picked up Melinda, a tall willowy blonde, and 
had her follow us back. Mr. Poe returned to his room, 
and I lay down on my bed. Melinda knelt at the edge of 
the bed and began to suck my cock. I came within a 
minute, and she sucked it all down without complaint. 

Of course. 

I ordered her to start playing with herself as she 
sucked. After that, I fell asleep, lulled by the soft 
slurping sounds of her lips on my now flaccid cock. 

***** 

I woke with a strange feeling in my chest. 

The blonde bitch, Melinda, was still sucking away at my 
cock. How long had it been? It seemed to be dark on the 
other side of the curtains; still night, then. My cock 
was so hard it was almost painful. The little slut's 
lips felt great wrapped around it, but for some reason 
I just couldn't come... 

"Ahhhh..." A sharp pain shot through my chest. It felt 
like someone was squeezing and pinching at my nipples. 
It happened again... and again... I kicked in pain, 
knocking Melinda's mouth from my cock. She fell 
backwards and lay on the floor, watching with wide, 
frightened eyes. Her fingers were still buried in her 
own cunt. Still playing with herself. 

I shouted again, twisting on the bed, as another series 
of sharp pains stung my chest. The pain built as my 
cock kept getting harder and harder... I was writhing 
on the bed, drenched in sweat when, finally, the pain 
hit a new peak and I came, spraying warm cum all over 
my chest and stomach. It seemed to go on forever. 
Eventually, though, the pain faded and my cock finally 
softened. 

"Oh god..." 

The door to my room opened and Mr. Poe walked in. 

"Mr. Poe..." I tried to get out of the bed, but just as 
I did so, a gut-wrenching cramp twisted my bowels. I 
fell back on the bed, back arching, gasping, as the 
agony stopped, started and then fell into a pounding, 
brutal rhythm. I gritted my teeth and grunted in time 
with each surge of pain and nausea. 

My cock started to get hard again. 

What was happening to me? 

Through the grinding, throbbing haze of agony, I saw 
Melinda on the floor at the foot of the bed. The bitch 
was still masturbating, but she was now lying on her 
front. She was grunting and thrusting her ass upwards 
in time with each surge of pain that tore through my 
bowels. Very familiar. Looking all the world like she 
was getting... 

No. 

"Poe!!!" 

I tried to yell, but it came out more like a groan. 

"Mr. Ellis," he said, a quiet smile on his ugly face, 
"It has occurred to me that perhaps I... err, neglected 
one particular aspect of your training. How careless of 
me." I tried to say something, but the agony was too 
much. Worse, my cock was rock hard again, aching and 
throbbing like I hadn't fucked in a week. "You see," he 
continued, "when you go deep enough into a subject, you 
actually become a part of them, just as they become a 
part of you." 

The little bastard walked up to the side of the bed and 
looked down on me as I sweated and grunted in pain. 
"And, unless one takes care to disengage one's self 
fully from the subject, a part of them remain in you." 
He looked over at Melinda, whose groans and pants 
echoed my own. "Not a great deal, of course." He turned 
his attention back to me. "Just the part that was... 
well, changed." 

The pain in my ass swelled suddenly, and I came, 
yelling, once again spraying myself with sperm as the 
ache slowly faded. I wanted to get up; I wanted to take 
a hold of the little fucker and pound his ugly little 
face into a pulp. But I was too weak. All I could do 
was lay there, gasping. Then, inevitably, the pain 
started again. This time in both places, my chest and 
ass. Melinda, still twitching on the floor, let out a 
little whimper as it started to build. 

"Poe," I groaned. 

"So," he said, turning away from the bed, "you'll feel 
whatever you caused your subjects to feel." 

"Poe!!" The pain in my chest grew; it felt like someone 
was pinching my nipples as hard as they could. I felt 
the skin break, and a thin trickle of blood dribbled 
down my chest. 

"I wonder," he said as he reached the door, "I wonder 
how it will feel nine months from now; when all those 
girls start having babies." 

"POE!!!" 

I screamed as loud as I could, lunging out of the bed, 
overcome with the need to feel his scrawny neck in my 
hands. I didn't make it, though. The pain in my bowels 
was too great, and I collapsed to the floor beside 
Melinda. I rolled onto my front, desperate to relieve 
the pain in my ass. But it was no use. Groaning, I 
crawled back onto the bed and looked over at Mr. Poe. 
He had a hand on the door and was opening it. 

Fucker. 

"W-what is it?" I grunted, doubling over as a new wave 
of cramps and nausea surged through my body. My cock 
was hard again. Aching. "Why m-me? What is this... some 
kind of fucking poetic justice?" 

And, for the first time since I had met him, I saw the 
little fucker grin. Not just one of his prim little 
smiles, but a large, gaping ear-to-ear shit eating 
fuck-you grin. 

I almost shit my pants. 

"Justice, Mr. Ellis?" For a moment I thought he would 
even laugh. "Oh, no, Mr. Ellis. Not justice." The grin 
disappeared like it had never existed. "Fun. I'm having 
fun." 

He slipped through the door, shutting it behind him, as 
a fresh spasm of pain ripped through my ass. 

Melinda screamed. 

I did too. 

Nine months... 

THE END

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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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