At the Wedding: A Mind Control Fantasy - Part III of V

by Alvo Torelli

(Mg, mc, ped, oral, nc)

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Go here for Part II of Tara's Adventures

Part III: The day before the wedding: Tara serves the wedding party.

The day before the wedding dawned early and beautiful - but there were few souls up and about to enjoy it. And the hangovers would be plentiful. Even young little Tara was bound to be under the weather given the number of drinks she'd wheedled out of young men the night before in a senseless attempt to forget the horrors of her fifteen minutes in the bathroom earning a measly five bucks.

I woke my beauty with a whisper in her ear, eager not to wake any of the three other girls sharing a room with her at the bungalows. I probably didn't need to worry - they were out for a while. Tara came awake with a groan, but she rose and followed me out of the room as my voice commanded. She was a bit disheveled, but still gorgeous in a simple nightshirt that jutted out over her ample breasts and fell just below the curve of her luscious ass. As soon as we were out of her room she began to plead with me to leave her alone. She'd do anything if I would just stop making her do such awful disgusting things.

Ignoring Tara's pleas I led her into the bathroom and locked the door behind us. "It's time for my morning blowjob, princess. Strip and get busy, just like I taught you. I want to see how well you've learned to pretend to like giving head. And while you're down there enjoying the taste of my cock I'll tell you all about what you're going to do today." Even as I spoke Tara automatically stripped out of her nightshirt, bra, and panties with frustrated anguish on her face. I could see the way she fought against the commands, but her brain was completely rewired to automatically follow my every vocal command and she could no more stop herself from complying than jump to the moon. "This is your last practice round, princess. You have to make it look like you are totally getting off on sucking dick. It's the best thing in the whole world and it makes you crazy with lust. You love it. You worship the dick in your mouth. The man you're sucking has to believe you want his dick more than anything in the world and that drinking his cum is the best taste ever - the only taste that can get you off. You have to beg him for it. Plead with him to cum in your mouth and then show him how much you love it by swallowing it all down as you have another glorious, wonderful orgasm. Tell him how good he was. Tell him you'll do it again, any time he wants. That's right, princess, use your tongue - just like that. Sell it. Oh yeah, yeah, that's good, that feels so good. Keep fingering yourself. You're desperate to get off. The longer you suck the more desperate you get - you have to have that orgasm - it's driving you mad. Oh yeah, suck it down deep, just like that. Fondle my balls. Suck on them. Oh god, yes. You need me to cum inside you. That's the only thing that will trigger your orgasm. You need it! Your whole body is desperate to get off. That's it, look up into my eyes while you do that. Show me how much you enjoy licking my sack. Fuck me, that's good. Oh jesus."

"Please, please, I need your cum!" Tara moaned, becoming more and more frantic. It was amazing the way she had learned to appear to love giving head and licking balls, the way it made her crazy with lust. I almost believed it myself. "Please, I'm begging, cum in my mouth. I want it. Pleeeeeease!"

But I wasn't done with Tara's instructions for the day and I concentrated to hold back the cum that wanted to boil up out of my balls. I filled her mouth back up with my erection and then continued to speak. "Today, you're going to be the wedding whore, princess. Your going to sell that pretty mouth of yours all day long, to any male who wants it. The going price today will be five dollars, 'cause you're not just a whore, you're a cheap whore. For five bucks you'll give any guy the best blow job he's ever had, just like I taught you. And every time you'll be desperate for your orgasm. But you can't have that orgasm until you please your John. You have to beg him and swallow his cum before you get off. Then you show him how much you liked servicing him by having a huge orgasm in front of him. That's right Princess, you're the cheap wedding slut all day today - but only with your mouth, never anything but your mouth. And finally, if I point at any male today - anyone, then you will immediately go to that male and quietly offer to suck his dick for five bucks. If he says 'no,' you'll beg him. You'll do whatever it takes until he gives in and let's you suck his cock with your slut mouth. Those are your orders today, Tara."

Tara moaned with despair at my words, but she never left off her wonderful attention to my cock and balls and a few seconds later I was pumping my hot cum deep into her mouth, holding her head back by her long thick black hair. She spluttered on the volume of hot goo scalding her mouth, but she struggled to swallow it all. And her wonderful massive orgasm claimed her small body at the same time, just as instructed, leaving her writhing in bliss with her fingers frantically dithering her little clit. Her performance was perfect. Any man would believe that he had gotten the little beauty off by letting her debase herself with her mouth and by shooting his load in her pretty mouth.

"Well done, princess," I whispered. "Now it's time to get your day of cock sucking into high gear. I'm sure you're going to be in great demand once the word gets out what a whore you are and what a great blowjob you give. Now put your bra and nightshirt on, but leave off the panties. Then head down to the main room. You're going to offer your services to the first male you see down there. And don't think you can get out of this by hiding, princess. If you're not actively sucking dick then you will be out and about, trolling for your next trick - all day, until I tell you to stop."

I got to the large central room of the bungalows a minute before Tara and settled onto a stool at the kitchen counter with a big mug of coffee. It was still early, but half a dozen people were up and about, most of them hung over. I loved the anticipation of finding out which of the other two males in the room Tara would be forced to proposition: the best man's elderly father, Reginald, who Tara had already forcefully rejected in disgust, or a pimple-faced fat boy of about twelve or thirteen. The boy was one of half a dozen similarly aged nameless male children who had been ogling Tara incessantly. I couldn't decide which of the two I more wanted her to go off with. I loved the idea of her distress at touching the wrinkled old man, but if she really gave head to the boy he was bound to spread the word quickly around the bungalows. But I'd set fate in motion, I wouldn't interfere.

Tara was gorgeous as usual when she arrived, but once again she wore that haunted look that comes from feeling entirely vulnerable - in part from being nearly naked and in part from knowing your doom. She kept her eyes on the floor as she entered, trying vainly to avoid seeing any male at all. I chuckled at her childish attempt to thwart me.

Tara froze at the rough sound of old Reginald's voice from behind her. He was only speaking to his wife about something in his newspaper. In a panic to avoid seeing the old man Tara stumbled into a chair, lost her balance and nearly fell. When she caught herself she looked up into the piggish leering face of the young boy, who had clearly just gotten a great flash of Tara's naked ass. She gasped in fear, but her need to obey kicked in at once and she walked straight to the boy, blushing scarlet with embarrassment.

No one could hear the whispered exchange between Tara and the boy, but his eyes went wide and his jaw dropped. He looked furtively around the room and then nodded enthusiastically. Tara glared daggers of hatred at me as she led the fat young boy out of the room towards the bathroom we had just enjoyed together. I smiled, sipped my coffee and started in on the morning paper.

The fat boy returned about half an hour later, flushed and excited. He ran at once to two other boys who were engaged in a game of eight ball. The three had a rapid, hushed, discussion. Clearly the older of the two other boys, a handsome redhead of about seventeen, didn't believe a word of piggy boy's story. But the younger of the two, also about twelve or thirteen got very excited. Slender and gawky, he blushed deeply at the sight of Tara walking into the room, still in the nightshirt that barely covered her fine young ass. Piggy boy urged slender boy on in a fast whisper, while redhead watched with disdain. But redhead was caught by surprise when slender boy awkwardly approached Tara, stammered something to her in a whisper and the two of them walked off together, the boy excited and the girl resolute. I looked at my watch and smiled. Eight a.m. and my little toy was on to her third blowjob of the day! A few seconds later redhead followed and I could only imagine what he had in mind.

As the morning wore on I sipped my coffee and enjoyed some breakfast. I watched the whispered conversations that spread through most of the men and boys in the bungalows, with the average age of the men involved rapidly increasing until even ancient Reginald had heard the fantastic stories. By ten thirty, two old friends had independently approached me with the rumors and I had feigned complete disbelief.

Every twenty to thirty minutes Tara would show up in the main room, then quickly disappear with another male. Occasionally she was gone longer, so I assumed she had a bit of a waiting line forming. And her 'clients' got older and older until eventually, just before lunch, I watched her heading out of the room with the twinkling-eyed octogenarian Reginald, who'd finally rid himself of his wife long enough to proposition the unwilling, but compliant, beautiful teenager. I smirked at Tara as she went by. I only hoped Reginald could actually perform without having a stroke. But watching Tara's fine body walking away from me I was fairly certain he'd perform just fine. It was quite a while before Tara returned from that particular assignation, and I heard later that Reginald had taken to bed for the rest of the day.

It occurred to me that men really are pigs. It seemed there wasn't a single male in the crowd, married, single, committed boyfriend, old or young, who wasn't more than eager to take advantage of the thirteen-year-old slut goddess. I was actually shocked when I saw the groom, Tara's own cousin, leading her off for his turn at using her pretty mouth. What a jerk. But who am I to criticize, eh?

Around one I followed Tara as she set off for a repeat performance with piggy boy - not the first repeat customer she'd been forced to service so far. I caught up to them and told piggy boy to get lost or I'd tell his mother what he was up to. He blanched, but he quickly figured out he could probably just wait until I was finished with Tara, then take his second turn with her. Rid of him, I led Tara to my bedroom and enjoyed myself immensely for the next half hour. When she came down from yet another wracking, overwhelming orgasm, I told her to take a break, get herself cleaned up and change into her skimpiest bikini, then have a little lunch. Other than a few ounces of cum she'd had nothing to eat all day. I told her to go swimming in the pool after she ate and stay by the pool until I sent her her next client.

I gave Tara an hour to recuperate. I watched from a distance while she swam and sunned herself, scowling off any advances towards her. There were all kinds of last minute preparations going on around her, but true to her bitchy self-possessed character she paid no attention to any of it. Finally I walked past her and quickly whispered "Back to work now, princess. The next man who walks up to you is your next blowjob, no matter what. And then you continue like before until I tell you to quit - if I ever tell you to quit." I watched her quiver with fright as I walked away.

As I walked back into the cool house I was thrilled to find Tara's father just arriving. He and his wife were staying off-sight for the week of the wedding, with their ten year old twin boys. They'd allowed Tara to stay in the bungalows thinking she'd have more fun and be out of their hair.

"Oh, Jeffry, nice to see you," I said. "I was hoping to run into you." I pulled the large middle-aged man to one side for a private confab. "Listen," I continued, "I think Tara has gotten herself into a bit of a jam. I'm certain she'd like to be the one who explains it to you before you hear any of the rumors. Please, just go out to her and ask her to show you what she's been up to today. I'm sure it'll be much better that way. Oh, and do me a favor will you - I borrowed five bucks from her yesterday. Here, give her this." Jeffry gave me a quizzical look, took the five dollars I handed him, then frowned, before he headed out to find Tara where I'd indicated.

I followed closely enough to see the momentary pause he took when he first caught site of Tara in her extremely skimpy bikini, his eyes flaring with the same lust I'd seen the night before. He recovered his composure quickly and walked up to her briskly. Tara's eyes went wide with fright at the sight of the five dollars he handed her and she barely stifled a scream. But she quickly followed her orders and composed herself.

"Tara!" Her father bellowed. "What are you thinking? That suit is scandalous."

"But daddy, I have to..." Tara was unable to finish the explanation of how she was forced to wear the bikini that showed off far more of her ass and breasts than it hid.

"Really, this is not acceptable. And I hear you've been making trouble. I want you to show me at once what you've been up to all day - at once!"

Poor Tara blanched, but she never had any choice in the matter. She stared at the horrid money in her hand, then rose from her lounge, took her father by the hand and led him back into the house. I followed at a distance, amused to see Tara choose to take her father into the laundry room. I was able to listen at the door with no one watching as Tara shocked her father beyond his wildest imaginings. He protested, at first, but his daughter was simply too luscious for him to resist and soon I could hear him moaning loudly. When he came in his daughter's mouth he lost control completely, swearing obscenities and referring to his beautiful daughter as a nasty whore. I could also hear Tara's moans of intense pleasure as her father's cum brought her to yet another orgasm, convincing him that he had pleasured her immensely with his performance.

I withdrew to the main room and waited patiently for father or daughter to return. It was Jeffry, looking pale and glancing nervously from side to side who emerged first. The enormity of what he'd done to his daughter was written all over his guilty face. Clearly he understood that he wasn't Tara's first client of the day and that anyone who'd seen him leave with her might well know what he'd done. He did not return my pleasant smile when I nodded to him from the bar, raising a tall cold drink in his direction. You'd think a father would put his own daughter's welfare first, but instead the rich bastard fled the house without another word, leaving his daughter to her awful plight.

Tara appeared next, looking shocked, but still holding herself together as instructed. She looked around the room, desperately hoping no men were there to proposition her. But she caught my eye and, with a smile, I indicated piggy boy, back at the pool table with two other youngsters. Tara had no choice but to lead the fat child away to give him his second amazing sexual experience in one day.

And so it continued, through mid afternoon, the wedding rehearsal and the impromptu cocktail hour, until it was time for everyone to dress for the rehearsal dinner. I was certain that more than two-thirds of the males in the compound had used Tara's pretty mouth for their pleasure. Even the middle-aged oafish caretaker who lived on the edge of the property had taken a turn with the young goddess - courtesy of my suggestion. By six o'clock Tara was looking positively green, despite my instructions to act naturally, probably due to the incredible quantity of cum she managed to swallow. Just how much semen could one girl ingest in a day without being poisoned or going mad. Tara looked like she might be close to both.

I ended my toy's awful day the same way I'd started it - with a nice long and deeply satisfying blowjob from her hot little mouth. And since it was her last task of the day I had her do some special things, like licking my asshole for several minutes and deep throating me until she almost puked. At the end I refused to cum in her mouth, choosing instead to spray my seed carefully on the seat of the toilet so that she was forced to lick it off in order to achieve the last and wildest orgasm of the day - an orgasm her brain insisted she have, no matter the cost.

"So, princess, how much did you earn with your whoring today?" I asked Tara after she'd descended from her wracking orgasm.

"I-I don't know," Tara stammered. She pulled wads of cash from a bag she'd stashed under the sink and started counting. "Uhm, ah there's a hundred and twenty dollars."

"Amazing," I said. "That's twenty four blow jobs! Some kind of a record, surely. And did you let any of those men or boys do anything else to you Tara?"

"S-some of them wanted to touch me, but I didn't let them."

"And did you have a nice orgasm for every one of those guys, princess? Did you make sure they all thought you loved sucking their dicks?"

"Oh god, y-yes. It was awful. They all think I like it!"

"Good girl, princess. Well done. And tell me, do you finally like the taste of cum, the magic elixir that gives you those wonderful orgasms over and over again."

"Oh god, no, it's disgusting. It tastes worse and worse every time. And I'm so full of it. Tears streaked down Tara's beautiful cheeks now that there was no one but me to hide them from."

By my reckoning Tara had swallowed as much as a pint of raw hot semen today. Not so much, really, but five times the amount most girls would swallow in a lifetime.

"Go now, Tara. Get ready for the rehearsal dinner and act like nothing out of the ordinary has happened. Enjoy your new reputation as the wedding whore, but don't do anything else with any men. Tomorrow is the wedding and I wouldn't spoil that for anything. So you can be yourself tomorrow. Do whatever you want - but no men. No, I take that back. No men except for me, if I want you, or your father if he wants you. That'll be interesting to see. Now go, and think about all the fun things you and I are going to do the two days we have left after the wedding! Think about it a lot."

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