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Controlling Jennifer - 4 (Mdom/F)
Daniel Reinker (dementia@cheshire.oxy.edu)


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Story follows:
This story contains nonconsensual sexual situations and a little
bondage. Press 'n' if you need to.


aThis is the fourth part of the Controlling Jennifer series. This story is
(c) 1993 by Daniel Reinker, and while I do not mind it being distributed,
I would appreciate it if you would keep this header on it so folks can
know who wrote it.


			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 waor, 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
very formal. He likes to be formal, Jennifer thought to herself. Like he'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 slippdistract
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
 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 posed,
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
seatbeltll 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 slammement 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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