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From: "Zebulon" <zebulon@fastmail.ca>
Subject: {ASSM} Part 1 - Mind Fuck (MC, MF, FF, Bond)
Date: Sun, 11 Aug 2002 11:10:04 -0400
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This is a work of fiction. In order to push it through the internet 
it's broken into 3 parts, but it's really just one short story.  It is 
not set in the same world as the Mart novels.   If enough folks 
like this Mind Control story and let me know I will probably 
write another.

Zebulon

No reference to real persons is intended. It contains strong, 
non-traditional sexual imagery and language. If you don't like 
this kind of thing, don't read it.

Feedback is welcome. Zebulon@fastmail.ca

All Zebulon's work is or will be posted here: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Zebulon/www/

(MC, MF, FF, Bond)


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Part 1 - Mind Fuck
by Zebulon

                      *   *   *   *   *

The true erotic pleasure of using mind control to fuck
someone lies in fucking with their mind.  It took me years to
figure this out.

I was twelve when my powers first started to develop but I
was too timid to use them.  My earliest experiment was to
get a lady in a grocery story to pick out the exact tomato I
was looking at.  Later I got a man in a diner to drop his fork
and then spill his drink.  For a while I thought I might be
nuts.  It took me over a year to convince myself I really had
the power to control others.  It took me much longer to try
anything interesting.

I was a senior in high school and still hadn't thought about
using my powers for sex.  Well, actually I thought about it
all the time.  I just hadn't worked up the nerve.  Then one
day, I was in the library when realized I was alone with one
of the prettiest girls in the school.  I can still see her fuzzy
sweater and pouting lips.  I concentrated a bit and made her
fall deeply asleep.  Then I nervously walked over and felt
her up under that sexy sweater for half a minute.  I was
flushed with triumph as I scooted out of the building and
woke her again.  Such was my sex life at the time.  I was
such a nerd.

Things got better in college, but not much.  I started out
where I had left off in high school.  I went through a phase
of having sex with sleeping girls in their dorms.  By the time
I graduated, I was having zombie-like dates with girls who
did everything I desired of them and then remembered
nothing.  But these robot-like encounters were not very
satisfying.  There is an essence to sex which involves a girl's
conscious participation.  Without it, sex is just
masturbation.

During college, I also had a couple of real dates with real
girls.  I mean, dates with girls whose minds I wasn't
controlling.  And these were much better than the mind
control sex.  So while I liked the idea of using my powers to
get sex, I didn't know how to get what I really wanted.

Money was obviously no problem, so after college I
concentrated full time on honing my powers and trying to
figure out how to make them work for me.  Within a few
years I found that I could feel the emotions others were
experiencing.  Soon after I began to read thoughts.  I can
now read them with a fair degree of accuracy.  It took me a
few years to really develop these higher level abilities and it
took almost that long to figure out how to make best use of
my gift.  But learn I finally did.  The breakthrough came in
L.A.

I'd invited myself to a big party being thrown by a producer. 
 It was being held in a huge mansion up in the Hollywood
Hills.  There must have been a couple hundred party goers
and some of the most beautiful and talented women I'd ever
seen.  I'd spent hours wandering around, meeting, eating,
drinking, and making merry.  I was also checking out the
talent.  This was like a sexual smorgasbord.  There was
everything here.  Beauty, intelligence, sensuality,
dominance, submissiveness, lust, and kinkiness of all kinds. 
You name it; it was there.  So many possibilities.  So many
combinations.  I'd been busy using my powers to make
money for about a week and hadn't bothered with sex.  So I
was randy as hell and wanted this night's entertainment to
be exceptional.  That's why I was taking my time.

And that was the key to my discovering the secret of great
Mind Control sex.  I could have anything I wanted.  What
did I want?  Instead of trying to conjure something out of
my own imagination, I was reading the thoughts of some of
those wild sex-pots and getting ideas based on their lusts
and needs.

I kept coming back to this one delightful little brunette. 
Well, not that little.  Her name was Robin.  She was 5' 6"
and had a perfectly wonderful figure.  Not too thin, not to
heavy, fabulous curves, a lovely face, and an even more
adorable personality.  She was a 23 year old journalist
wannabe working for one of the studios in their PR
department.  She was rather inexperienced but full of all
kinds of repressed sexuality.  And she was homophobic as
hell.  That's what gave me the idea.  Robin had been badly
scared by an experience she had as a college freshman. 
There was this powerful erotic memory of kissing a girl at a
New Year's Eve party.

Since she had gone to the party without a date, Robin ended
up hanging out with this other girl.  Midnight came.  They
were both just a little drunk.  And they kissed.  It turned
into quite some kiss.  As they were breaking it off, the girl
gave Robin's tit a little squeeze and an inviting look.  That
sobered her up quickly.  She stammered something about
'happy new year,' and ran.  Since then, she'd been with a
number of men, but the party kiss was the most erotic
sexual memory she had.  She beat off to it frequently and
hated herself for doing so.  The idea of being a lesbian ran
counter to everything she had been taught by her family and
church.  And I was pretty sure she really wasn't gay.  She
might have been Bi.  But I think she was far more hetero
than anything else.  She'd just gotten caught up in a strange
moment and couldn't get it out of her head.

Yet there was something about Robin's feelings and
vulnerabilities kept by libido boiling.  Something in my mind
was nagging at me because of some other party-goer I'd
sniffed out earlier.  Now who was it?  There were so many. 
I kept Robin on the hook while I mulled it over and
suddenly I remembered.  Heather.  That's right.  Now
where had she gotten off to?  Heather was a true lesbian. 
Definitely.  And a kinky one at that.  She had been in a long-
term BDSM relationship with another girl but that had
ended a few weeks before.  Heather had been a 24/7
submissive but was secretly curious about playing the Dom. 
She had asked her girlfriend to switch for a day and been
severely punished for it.  That's what led to the break-up. 
And that also gave me one hell of an idea.

Heather had a rich head of auburn hair.  As a submissive
she'd kept it long.  But now she was wearing it shoulder-
length.  She'd come dressed in a flamboyant kimono.  She
was a couple of years older than Robin.  She was also a
couple of inches taller and was wearing heels to boot.

The two girls had a very similar body type.  Truth be
known, both were stunning.  Heather had sharper features
and, while quite attractive, she didn't have the classic Greek
or Roman beauty of Robin.  But Heather's face was more
interesting.  I loved the combination.

So I made a couple of innocent suggestions which got the
two girls in the same room at the same time and gave them
a careful twice-over.  Perfect.  But here is where the angel
of good sense landed on my shoulder and made me slow
down.  I didn't want to rush this.  I was getting so horny I
couldn't stand it.  But the situation was delicious.  I think I
was teasing myself.  I wanted this to be great.  So I stalled
and mulled it over.

I planted a suggestion in each of them to be sure neither girl
would leave.  Then in a moment of inspiration I made them
keenly conscious of each other.  Robin found herself aware
that Heather was watching her and found herself intensely
attracted and repelled at the same time.  Heather became
aware of Robin and started thinking how wonderful it might
feel to make the little bitch lick her cunt.  Without any other
influence on my part, both girls started getting seriously
aroused.  Robin's heart rate nearly doubled.  Heather was
already wet and very sensible of the fact.  So I turned them
loose to wander around the party and thought about it some
more.

I had scoped out the mansion when I first arrived.  There
was a whole wing off-limits to the party goers with two
bouncers to ensure privacy.  This was perfect.  From the
mind of the producer, I learned there were a half dozen
rooms including a huge master bedroom.  But I wanted to
check it out for myself, so I just walked past the guards like
I didn't exist.  The room was even better than I'd expected. 
There was a huge bed, a great chair in the corner from
which to watch the show, and an attached bathroom.  When
I returned to the party, I made a few additional security
arrangements.  We would not be disturbed and no one,
including the producer, would enter the closed wing until
very late the next day.  In fact, our host would suddenly feel
an overwhelming urge to drive up to San Francisco when
the party was over.  I'd love to know how that one turned
out.

I finished making my little arrangements and went back to
find the girls.  Heather was easy.  She was hovering around
one of the buffet tables with a distant longing expression. 
Robin was nowhere to be seen.  Had Robin somehow
gotten away?  I read Heather's mind and smiled.  Her
distant longing was directed at one of the bathrooms where
Robin was hiding out.  And once I knew where she was, I
could read her mind.  Robin was beating off.  In an instant, I
was rigid with anticipation.

Robin had found herself being stalked by this mysterious
intense redhead and had been so repelled that she'd gone to
hide out in a bathroom.  But she'd also been so turned on
that, almost without realizing what she was doing, she had
hiked-up her skirt and pulled down her undergarments. 
Then she sat on the pot and started fingering herself.  If I
hadn't intervened I think she would have come fairly
quickly.  Instead she suddenly got the overpowering feeling
that someone was listening at the door.  Maybe it was the
redhead.  She pulled herself together, cursed herself for
being stupid, checked her make-up, and left the bathroom.

Heather brightened at her reappearance.  It took a moment
for Robin to find her in the crowd and shuddered inwardly
when she finally did.  I was as ready as I've ever been.  This
was going to be great.  It was show time.

                      *   *   *   *   *

Who was that strange woman in the oriental dress and why
was she following me?  Why I was so aware of her?  Why
was I having all these weird thoughts and feelings.  Why I
didn't I leave?  Why was I getting so hot?

I'd jumped at the chance to come to the party.  Here was a
real opportunity to do some serious networking.  I thought I
might even arrange a freelance writing project if I could
make a good enough impression on someone worth
interviewing.  I was dressed in my casual-professional-sexy
outfit and was wearing my best 'dumb-blond' personality.  I
knew men find me attractive and I don't mind using that to
my advantage.  If I could get an interview because some
bigwig thinks I'm cute, that was OK with me.

And everything was going great.  I'd actually talked to a
couple of very important names.  One of them had even
given me a card and told me to call his people.  Then I just
zoned out.  It must have been the punch bowl.  I remember
I was looking at the punch bowl and it reminded me of
Laura and the New Year's party.  I'd been soooo drunk that
night.  No matter how I try, I can't seem to lose the
memory.  She had such soft lips.  And when I close my
eyes, I can still smell her perfume and feel her fingers . . .  

Well, anyway, that was the end of the party for me.  I
couldn't get Laura out of my head.  The next thing I knew
some strange woman was staring at me and following me
around.  What did she want?  Was she trying to hit on me? 
Why was I getting so aroused thinking about her?  God, I
can't believe what I was doing in the bathroom.  I've never
ever done that before.  But I was so turned on.

And then I lost track of her.  When I came out I remember
looking around and wondering, 'where are you?'  Then I
spotted her by the punch bowl.

She must have been waiting for me.  She was looking
straight at me and smiling like she knew what I had been
doing.  I zoned out for a second time and lost track of her
again.  When I came back to myself I scanned the room for
a few wild moments.  Then I felt a hand on my shoulder. 
An electric charge raced down my spine and I swear it
settled in my clitoris.  I must have flinched like crazy.  It's a
good thing I wasn't holding a drink.  I froze.  I could feel
her warm breath on my ear.

"Come with me," she said.  Her voice soft, gentle, and
commanding.  Her hand slipped off my shoulder and gently
raked down my back as it dropped.  For a moment, I didn't
move.  Then I turned and saw her walking off.  If ever there
was a time to run and hide, this was it.

But I found myself following.  I had started walking after
her before I even realized I was doing so.  And my panties
were damp.  I could feel them cling as I moved.  What the
hell was happening to me?

The woman walked into a dimly lit hallway between two
very brawny men who seemed to be security.  They ignored
her completely.  As I walked up, I expected to be stopped. 
But they ignored me too.  It was like I was invisible.  I
looked back after I was well past.  Neither of them had even
moved.  When I turned back into the hall the mysterious
woman was gone.  This would have been a perfect time to
scoot.

I started to tremble as I began to inch my way down the
strange hall.  It was kind of dark but that wasn't why I was
moving so slowly.  I was scared and I was horny.  I couldn't
believe how horny.  There was something about that woman
  something about her eyes.  I wanted to scream, but I just
kept moving.  There were lots of doors, but none of them
seemed right.  And still no sign of her.  By now the party
noises had faded away.  The house must have been well
insulated and the party was losing steam.

After an agonizing time creeping along in the semi-dark I
came to the end of the hall.  The door on the right was
open, but somehow I knew the closed door on the left was
the correct one.  I stood in front of it and waited.  I couldn't
bring myself to move.  I was trembling so much I could
actually see my hand shaking in the dim light.  I finally got
ready to knock when I felt her hand on my shoulder again. 
This time, she had gripped me with some force.  I froze.  I'd
almost peed myself.

"Well, little darling," she said, and pulled me around to face
her.  "Well, well, well."  She was looking at me like she
owned me and smiling in a way that sent more shivers down
my spine.  "Very nice," she almost whispered, "very nice,
indeed."  She looked me over slowly from head to toe. 
"Turn around."  And to my amazement I did.  I turned in a
slow full circle so she could get a good look at me.

The strange woman smiled and then removed a thin sash
from around the waist of her oriental dress.  She reached up
and draped it around my neck and then grabbed the lose
ends together just where my breasts met.  "Come," she said
with another wicked smile.

Then she moved past me, opened the door, and entered,
pulling me along with her.  I felt like a dog on a leash.

I was so focused on my weird situation and on the woman
who was leading me that I hardly noticed the room.  I
remember that it was very big and there was a huge bed. 
The woman pulled me to the foot of the bed and then turned
to face me.

She didn't let go of the sash, but reached up her other hand
and started stroking the side of my face.  It felt unbelievably
nice.  Why?  I could feel myself getting even damper.  I
really had to get out of there, but I couldn't seem to move. 
I tried to say something, but all I could do was to form the
word, 'please' with my lips.  No sound came out.  The
woman leaned forward and kissed me.  Her lips were so soft
and gentle.  My eyes seemed to close of their own accord. 
'Oh, Laura.'  For a few moments it was just her lips, then I
felt the tip of her tongue.

I wanted to scream.  I was so hot.  I finally got my hands to
move and brought them up in a half-hearted attempt to push
her face away from mine.  She used her free hand to brush
mine away.  The whole time she hadn't released the sash
and she hadn't stopped kissing me.  And then I realized that
she had been unbuttoning my blouse because once she had
swatted my hands away, she went back to the last few
buttons.

This realization gave me some added strength.  I reached up
with both hands and grabbed hers.  She broke off the kiss. 
"Please, . . ." I finally was able to get out.

Her face darkened.  "Please, what?" she said in a very
commanding voice.  

"Please, . . ."  That's about all I could get out.

She let go of the sash, pulled her hand free from mine, and
grasped my breasts with considerable strength.  It was almost
painful.

She used my breasts like handles and shook me as she
repeated, "please, what?"

I couldn't speak.  Couldn't move.  Couldn't breath.

"I know what you want, bitch," she said with some force. 
"So don't fuck with me."  Then she released my breasts and
quickly finished unbuttoning my blouse and undoing my bra. 
She pulled both off of me and let them drop to the floor. 
My nipples were hard.  Her sash was still hung around my
neck and the feel of the silky fabric against my skin was
maddeningly erotic.

And still I hadn't said anything or made any real move to
stop her or to run away.  I was more excited than I can ever
remember.  I couldn't believe how wet I'd gotten.  If almost
felt like I had actually peed a little even though I knew I
hadn't.

For a long moment neither of us moved.  Then the woman
leaned forward, kissed one of my nipples,  licked it a bit,
and then and rubbed her cheek against it almost to dry it off.

I made one last effort to assert my will.  I reached up to pull
try to pull her face away.  It wasn't a very good effort.  But
it was too much interference for her.  She broke off her
attentions to my breast, spun me around, grabbed my waist
and pulled me back toward the bed.  Then she pulled the
sash off of my neck.  I heard the bed groan as she sat.  She
used the sash to tie my wrists together behind my back.  I
did nothing to stop her.

I could feel my heart thumping.  When she was finished, I
heard her 'humpf' as if she were inspecting her handiwork. 
I felt her unbutton and unzip my skirt.  It fell to the
floor around my ankles.  She spun me back around, grabbed
the waistband of my pantyhose and panties and looked up
into my eyes.

"You like being controlled, don't you?"

I wanted to say 'no.'  My lips were moving but nothing
came out.  And I knew the flush on my face and heavy
breathing was giving me away.

"You like this, don't you?" she asked again.

And again I said nothing.  Tears were forming in my eyes.  I
looked straight ahead and tried not to think about what was
happening.

The woman reached around with her free hand and clenched
one of my rear cheeks.  Her touch was almost gentle.  She
pulled me in more closely to her and then tugged my panties
and hose down around my thighs.  There was nothing I
could do.  I felt her hand move to my crotch.  Her fingers
sank into the warm, wet folds of flesh.  I felt a flash of raw
lust come over me.  My legs were trembling.  I found my
feet had moved further apart to make it easier for her. 
When had I done that?  I was more ashamed than I had ever
been before and more turned on as well.  Was this the real
me?

                      *   *   *   *   *

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--End of Part 1 - Mind Fuck - Zebulon - 


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