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 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. His cock blasted sperm into her again and again. Squishing sounds could be heard from between her legs as driving cock whipped the slimy mess into a creamy froth that bubbled out of her and soaked both of their crotches. 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.

"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 kid. 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?' 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?'" 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 formal. He likes to be formal, Jennifer thought to herself. Like'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.

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