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Controlling Jennifer - 8 (Mdom/F)
Daniel Reinker (dementia@cheshire.oxy.edu)


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go to "Debbie does DECA" and save CJ for another day.


This is part 8 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 VIII: Taking It Easy Part II



     Jennifer let Mark lead her, waiting for him to say something.
They walked across the grass and finally stopped in a nearby copse
of trees. Jennifer took a quick glance backwards to see if the guy
was watching her with Mark, but he had settled back and was
leisurely tanning himself. She felt a little disappointed.
     Mark pulled at her, turning her back around to face him, his
hands settling around her waist. He was smiling, and the shadows
of the leaves above them played across his face. "For a moment
there, I thought I would need to go in and rescue you." he said. "You
were supposed to be seducing him, Jennifer, not the other way
around."
     She looked away and smiled in embarrassment. "He was very...
persuasive..." she murmured. 
     "Uh huh." Mark grinned.
     Her eyes flickered back to Mark's face. "I get to ask you
another question." she reminded him.
     "All right." he said. "Let's sit down." He released her and sat
down, his back against the trunk of the tree they were under.
Jennifer settled down beside him, folding her knees in front of her
and wrapping her arms around her legs. She squeezed them to her
chest, feeling the leftover excitement from kissing Greg sparkle in
her stomach. It made her feel restless.
     "I want to know how you got your power." she said to Mark.
      "I already told you, first time we met." he said. "I just got it
one day. Wished for it so hard that it finally came to me."
     Jennifer sighed. "Yeah, but there must be more. Tell me the
whole story." she pressed. "Tell me all about your power, Mark. I
want to know. Tell me how you knew you had it. Tell me what you
did. Tell me about the other women you've controlled." 
     He was silent, and his smile faded rapidly. Jennifer watched
him, curious at his strange reaction. Finally he spoke. "I can't tell
you that, Jennifer. Not yet. Maybe someday, but not right now."
     If anything, this made Jennifer even more curious. "Come on,
Mark." she said, leaning against him. "Tell me. I really want to
know."
     He shrugged her away. "No." he growled. "Ask something else,
Jennifer." Jennifer pulled away from him, and turned her head to
silently observe his profile. He was frowning, and his eyes were
dark and scowling. Jennifer decided she shouldn't push the issue
any more, and quickly came up with another question, one that had
also been on her mind.
     "Am I the only one?" she asked.
     Mark's eyes returned to reality, and he looked at her,
surprised. "Only one what?"
     "The only one you're controlling right now." she said. "Your
only 'slave.'"
     He turned to watch a lady walking in the distance. His nod
was almost imperceptible, but Jennifer caught it. "Of course." he
said quietly. "There's only one of you, Jennifer."
     "Good." she said.
      The silence grew between them. Jennifer watched Mark,
waiting to see if he would say anything, but he seemed to be
retreating into his own thoughts. Absent-mindedly, he picked up a
leaf and started to shred it in his fingers, methodically picking it
into tiny portions. Jennifer watched him do this until her eyes
wandered away, and she found herself watching a squirrel scurry
up and down a tree off in the distance. It seirrels are funny." she
said. "I was just watching that one over there."
     "Squirrels are crazy." Mark observed, as the squirrel tore
through the tree at lightning speed.
     "I'd like to be a squirrel." Jennifer said. "It looks like fun."
     Mark nodded. "Jumping from branch to branch, looking down on
everyone from above, being able to run up trees."
     "It just looks like it would be a rush." she said. She turned to
grin at Mark. "Can you make me a squirrel?"
     "I can make you think you're a squirrel."
     Jennifer shook her head, smiling. "Not the same." she told him.
She looked over to find the squirrel again, and saw two little boys
standing under the tree. They both looked to be about six or seven,
and the bigger blond one was instructing the dark-haired one to
gather a pile of rocks. 
     "Look at those two boys." Jennifer poked Mark with her elbow
to get his attention. "What're they doing?"
     "Gathering ammo." Mark observed. Sure enough, the blond one
picked up a pebble and happily whipped it at the squirrel. He
missed completely, but Jennifer was still annoyed.
     "Those stupid little boys." she said. "Come on, Mark, let's go
talk to them." She stood and brushed the grass off her shorts. Mark
stood uncertainly next to her and followed her as she walked over
to the boys.
     "What are you planning to do?" he asked.
     "I don't know. Talk to them?" Jennifer glanced back at Mark as
she walked. "Maybe you can use your power?"
     "I will if I need to."
     Jennifer thought about this, and decided he was probably
right. She could handle a couple of little kids by herself. The
blonde kid turned to look at them as they approached; his face was
covered with freckles, and his smile held a happy arrogance that
made Jennifer instantaneously think he was a brat. "What are you
doing?" she demanded.
     "Foolin' around." he answered, and as if to emphasize it, he
hurled a rock up at the squirrel. He turned back to them and grinned
widely.
     "Stop that!" said Jennifer. "Stop throwing rocks at that poor
squirrel!"
     The child only sneered. "You ain't my mother." he told her, and
threw another rock. Jennifer felt the urge to smack the little brat.
     Mark spoke. "Why don't you throw rocks at your little friend
instead? And he can throw rocks back at you!" The child's eyes
flickered blankly, and then he grinned and picked up a particularly
big rock. The dark-haired kid was running towards them with
another load of rocks.
     Jennifer hit Mark. Her fist connected with his shoulder, hard
enough to hurt, and Mark turned to look at her, more surprised than
actually hurt. "Stop them." she told him, and although she didn't say
anything else, the threat in her eyes was perfectly clear. Stop
them, or I'll hate you forever.
     "Stop!" said Mark, and the blonde-haired kid froze in mid-
throw. Both kids turned to look at Mark. "Don't throw rocks, both of
you. Don't throw them at anything. Find some nicer way to have
fun."
     The kids stared at Mark and Jennifer for a moment, then they
both grinned, and started to run off. "Wait!" called Jennifer. Both
kids stopped, and Jennifer walked over to the dark-haired one. She
knelt down beside him. "I'm Jennifer." she said. "What's your
name?"
     The kid only blinked at her. "He's Jeff!" the blonde one chimed.
     "You're very cute." Jennifer told him. "Can I kiss you?"
     "Ewwww!!! Gross!!!" said Jeff, squirming, and he started to
turn away, but before he could, Jennifer threw her arms around
him and planted a kiss on his tiny lips. He pulled away quickly and
ran away from her. "Gross! Gross! Gross!" he howled.
     "She kissed you! She kissed you!" taunted the blonde. "Now you
gotta marry her!" There was more, more childish teasing and name-
calling, but Jennifer turned her back on them and looked at Mark.
     "How dare you." she said, glaring at him.  Her voice was low
and cold. "They're just children. How dare you use your power on
them."
     He only nodded, his eyes holding hers. "Uh huh. Don't take the
moral high ground with me, Miss Cailly. I could see it in your face.
You wanted to wipe that smile off the kids face just as much as I
did. Only difference, is that nt eyes, she was
torn by conflicting emotions. Half of her wanted to kick him right
in the balls, to see him crumple to the ground in shock and pain.
The other half of her, for some reason, wanted to cry. It was all
the same with Mark, every time she talked to him. It was always
him with his power, and his lack of any scruples in using it.
Jennifer knew she shouldn't be surprised anymore by what he said
and did, but it always managed to catch her unawares. She always
fell into the trap of thinking of him as a regular person,
sometimes even as a friend. But he was not a regular person, and
he had no regard for other human beings. Including her. Jennifer
felt like something was ripping her in two inside.
     Mark must have seen it in her face, because his expression
immediately became one of concern. "Are you all right, Jenny?
What's wrong?"
     "You." she said simply. "You're wrong." And she turned and
started to walk away. Her face felt like she was going to cry, but
she felt completely empty inside. Devoid of tears.
     "Jennifer!" she heard him call. He ran up next to her. "Jennifer,
please... listen to me, huh? Look, I'm sorry...I'm so used to having
the power, I just use it without thinking. Look, Jennifer, would you
stop?"
     "You'll never change." she said as she walked. She didn't look
at Mark, and was talking more to herself than to him. "You'll
always be Mark. Mark, with the power to have anything that he
wants. Mark, who doesn't care about anyone."
     "Jennifer!" he said, and he stopped in front of her. She angled
to go around him, but he put his arms around her. She felt herself
caught in his embrace, and tried for a moment to resist. But it was
weak resistance, and after a moment, she let herself collapse in
his arms. Now's the time to cry, some distant part of her mind
said. If you cry now, you'll hold him in your palm forever. Play
games of controlling Mark. But it all seemed pointless at the
moment, and that made her feel more torn up than before. She
wondered why she felt so much comfort from being in his arms,
when he was the one that had made her feel this way in the first
place.
     Mark was speaking. "I know it seems like I don't care about
anything... like I'm the worst person in the world. It's the way it's
always been for me, Jennifer. I had my power, and that power put
me above everyone else. Try to understand how it is for me. I've
never had to play the game...all I ask for is mine. Life has always
been a joke for me. I can have anything I want. It...it just makes it
easy to think about only yourself. I'm trying, Jennifer, really I am.
Please, just give me time."
     "You can't have me." she whispered, her chin resting on his
shoulder. "I'll do whatever you want, with your power, but it won't
be me."
     "I know." he said. He hugged her fiercely. "Ask me a question,
Jennifer."
     "Huh?"
     "You kissed that little kid, so I'll answer one of your
questions. But little kids don't count anymore, okay?"
     "You're changing, Mark." she said. It was only after she said it
that she really came to realize it was true. He was changing.
     "So are you." he answered.
     Am I? Jennifer supposed she was. She knew she had done
things with Mark she would have never considered doing before. It
was all very strange. They were both changing each other, and who
knew when it would stop.
     "Why me?" she asked.
     "Is that your question?" 
     "Yeah. Why me, Mark?"
     "Because. I saw you dancing at one time, and I just couldn't
stand not knowing who you were. I couldn't stand not owning you.
Felt like it would be a capital crime to let you get away."
     Jennifer felt the tightness of Mark's embrace, and felt her
arms around him. "Life with you is an emotional roller coaster,
Mark." she sighed. "I haven't had this many ups and downs since the
first time I fell in love." 
     Mark said nothing. 
     They held each other for a moment longer, then Mark finally
loosened his hold on her. Jennifer pulled away, feeling happier, and
feeling even more displaced with the realization that she was
happier. My life really is an emotional roller coaster, she thought.
     "What do you want to do now?" she asked.
     "It's getting close to lunch time." Mark said. "Want to go over
across the street. I'll treat."
     "Okay." said Jennifer. She checked her watch, and felt even
more disoriented realizing how much time had passed. It was
indeed almost lunchtime, and she had gone running four hours
before.
     They went to Mcdonalds. Jennifer wasn't very surprised when
the manager waved aside the cost of the food. "Free for Mr.
Antonio!" the portly man trumpeted. Jennifer had a cheeseburger,
small fries and a coke. They sat down in a relatively isolated
booth, and talked of very ordinary things. Mark told her he was a
business major, a transfer student from a small college in Texas.
He was majoring in business because he figured that with his
power, he could make a fortune in business and still look pretty
legitimate. Jennifer in turn told him she was hoping to go to law
school and become a lawyer. All in all, the conversation was very
pedestrian, and they avoided any topics that concerned Mark's
power. Jennifer was surprised with how free Mark was being with
information; it was safe to say that she learned more about him in
that conversation at Mcdonalds than from all their previous
conversations.
     Afterwards, they walked back to the park area of the campus.
"Kiss one more person, Jennifer, and I'll let you go." Mark said as
they across the grass.
     "I don't understand you, Mark." Jennifer said. "Why do you like
it so much when I do things with other guys? Why don't you ever
want me to do things with you?"
     "That's a question." he pointed out. "I'll answer it after you
kiss another guy."
     "That was TWO questions." she said. "Answer me at least one,
okay?"
     "Okay." he said. "I'll answer your second question. The reason I
don't have you do things with me, is because it doesn't really mean
anything to me. I can have any woman I want, any time I want. I
could have Hilary Clinton if I really wanted her. Sex isn't really
that big a deal for me."
     For some reason, this bothered Jennifer. "How many woman do
you have sex with, anyway? Lots?"
     "That's another question." he said. "You still owe me one."
     Jennifer scowled at him, then shrugged. "All right. Where's a
guy?" She looked around, and saw a guy sitting on a bench, reading.
He was in an overgrown area of the park, and Jennifer thought it
was likely that no one would see her if she kissed him. Plus, he
was fairly attractive, with a lean body and a friendly face.
Jennifer nodded, this would be her target.
     "I see someone. Stay here?" Mark saw the guy, too, and nodded
his assent. Jennifer started her stroll over, and once again felt the
bubbling excitement in the pit of her stomach. The I-can't-believe-
I'm-doing-this excitement. Finally, she reached the guy. He was
intently reading a calculus textbook, and didn't notice her
approach.
     "Hi." she said. He continued to read his book. "I'm Marcie." she
continued uneasily. He still didn't notice her, and she stood
awkwardly, trying to figure out what to do.
     Then he looked up. "Oh, hi!" he said, and reached up to his ears.
He pulled out two tiny black discs attached to wires: earphones.
She hadn't even noticed them. "I'm sorry, I couldn't hear you...I had
my walkman blasting."
     "That's all right." Jennifer said. She stared at the wires
trailing down into his sweatshirt. Assumedly, he had a walkman
down there somewhere. "I didn't even see those earphones!"
     "Yeah, they're pretty small. Great for listening during class."
he grinned. "I'm Francisco."
     "I'm Marcie." Jennifer said. "Can I sit down?"
     "Sure...I've never been one to deny a pretty lady." he grinned
again. Jennifer liked his grin; it was very open and friendly. Not
like Greg's seductive grin, but a grin without expectations.
Jennifer sat next to him. "So, what's up, Marcie?" he asked.
     "Can I be completely frank with ther than trying further to
convince him, she decided to just go for it. She craned forward and
pressed her lips against his. He was hesitant at first, but rapidly
got into it, pressing back. His lips parted, and his tongue pushed
into her mouth. His arms enveloped her, and she was startled by
the firmness with which he held her. Finally, he released the kiss,
and Jennifer gasped.
     "Wow!" she said.
     "Was it as good as you expected?" he grinned.
     "Yeah. It sure was." And they kissed again. This kiss lasted
longer, and his hands slipped up and down her back, pushing her
body tight against his. His tongue once again slipped into her
mouth, and this time she reciprocated, shyly darting her tongue
against his. He smelled wonderful.
     Finally, they parted. Jennifer gasped again. "Still good?" he
asked. She nodded. "Want to do more?"
     "More?" she asked. In reply, he started his way down her neck,
sprinkling light kisses on her neck. He pushed the neckline of her 
t-shirt over her shoulder, and pressed his lips against the exposed
skin. Jennifer felt a shiver creep through her, and she lifted her
chin to give him easier access to her neck. "Oh, wow." she said.
     "More?" he asked. Jennifer was about to nod, but then a
thought occurred to her. Excitement spilled through her, and she
could hardly control her voice when she spoke. "All right...but I
have to do something first, okay? I need to borrow your walkman.
Is that okay?"
     He became suspicious. "What for?"
     "Please." she said. Before she knew what she was doing,
before she could think enough to stop herself, she had pulled off
her t-shirt and sports bra. Francisco stared in shock at her
exposed breasts. Jennifer felt deliriously exposed, even though
they were in an isolated area of the campus and probably no one
else could see her. Jennifer let Francisco eye her breasts for a
moment, then she pulled her t-shirt back on, and dropped her
sports bra in his lap. "You can keep this as hostage until I return
your walkman, all right?" He gaped at her, nodded as he scrambled
to pull out his walkman.
     Jennifer quickly had it set up. The walkman was tucked in the
back of her shorts. The wires wound up under her t-shirt, then
came up disguised in her hair to the earphones in her ears. Mark
would see nothing. Jennifer grinned.
     "I'll be right back." she said, and she turned and started
walking towards where she had left Mark. He wasn't there, but
materialized out of the trees as she neared.
     "You did it." he said. "I thought you were going to do
more...why did you take off your shirt?"
     "He wants to do more." she said. "So do I...but I couldn't, 
Mark. I just couldn't bring myself to! Mark...I want him to touch
my body...but I can't make myself let him! I keep getting nervous.
Could you...could you use your power? Tell me to do it? Please?"
     Mark arched an eyebrow. "You WANT me to use my power on
you? Are you sure, Jennifer?"
     "Yes!! I'm sure. Tell me to let him touch my body. Please,
Mark? I want him to so badly!"
     "Okay, if you want it." he said, sounding a little dazed. Then
he opened his mouth, and Jennifer could see his mouth moving. But at
that moment, she had snaked her hand behind her back, and pressed
the play button on the walkman, and her ears were bombarded with
guitar. Mark finished speaking, and stood watching her. Jennifer
took an evaluation of her mind. Nothing. His power hadn't worked on
her. Jennifer smiled. She had figured it out. She had beaten his
power.
     Then she let her eyes appear to go vacant, and walked back to
where Francisco waited. She managed to conceal the walkman, and
turned it off before she reached him. "What was that about?" he
asked her.
     "I was talking to that guy...he's a friend of mine." Jennifer
explained as she sat beside him. "He was the one who dared me to
kiss you. I just told him to get lost."
     "What did you need the walkman for?" asked Francisco.
     "Be quiet and kiss me." Jennifer said, and she leaned into his
Francisco's waiting lips. They kissed fiercely, and this time,
Francisco slid his hands under her t-shirt and slid them over her
breasts. Jennifer felt a tingle as his fingertips brushed her hard
nipples,s tentative, but after she offered no objections, he began
to press his hands against her breasts, firmly fondling them.
Jennifer slipped her hands under his shirt, and felt his bare flesh.
She liked the feel of his muscles; they were tight and firm.
     Francisco started to push her back, and Jennifer let herself
be pushed down onto her back on the bench. Francisco lifted her 
t-shirt and took her left nipple in his mouth, letting his tongue
play along the hardened tip, making her gasp. She felt exposed
again, and thought about making him stop. But the pleasure was too
much, and it felt so good to just lie back and let him kiss her. She
gasped again as he began to circle her nipple with his tongue; it
was a wonderful, hot, tickling sensation. She lost herself in the
feel of his mouth, his lips pressing against her breasts.
     Then he lifted his head and spoke. "How far is this going to go,
Marcie?" he asked.
     Jennifer sighed, closing her eyes. "Not much further, I'm
afraid. Not here anyway."
     "Want to go to my room?" he asked.
     Jennifer considered it. "No." she finally said. "Maybe another
time, but not right now." She sat up, letting her t-shirt fall back
over her breasts.
     "Too bad." Francisco was grinning. "You almost made all my
fantasies come true."
     "Mmm." said Jennifer, noticing the lump in the crotch of his
shorts. She touched it with her fingers, and watched the contented
expression that passed over his face. She slid her fingers down the
front of his shorts, encountered the head of his penis. Enraptured
by the arousal on his face, Jennifer took his hard-on in her hand
and squeezed it lightly.
     "Ooh. That feels good." he sighed. Jennifer started to run her
fingers over it, exploring it. She slipped up to the head, pressing
her fingertip against the tiny hole at the tip, then ran her fingers
down the bottom of the shaft, circling around where it attached to
the rest of his body. He was fairly thick, and wondered what it
would feel like to have him inside of her.
     She started to stroke him, and he stifled a moan. She
continued to pull him up and down, when finally he stopped her.
"Quit it." he said. "I'm gonna come."
     "So?"
     "So I don't want to come all over my shorts!"
     "Stand up and pull down your shorts." she said. "We're all
alone here, and besides, I want to see what you look like." She
started to stroke harder, and he groaned. He stood, and she pulled
his engorged organ out from his shorts. It stood out straight from
his body, a thick purple snout, and Jennifer stared at it as her hand
ran up and down its length. She hadn't seen many penises in her
life, and was always amazed at how fleshy and lumpy they were.
Not the perfect cylinders she always expected. He was dripping a
few beads of pre-come.
     Finally, he moaned, and his penis started to tense and pulse.
He started to spurt, and Jennifer watched amazed as the blops of
sperm launched from his body and dropped onto the sidewalk. She
just couldn't imagine being a guy, having an organ that you pulled
and prodded and that finally granted you satisfaction by spurting
white syrup out of its hole. It was just too strange to think about.
     Francisco was breathing hard. Jennifer sat back onto the
bench, and waited for him to get recomposed. She watched his
organ droop. Finally, he pulled up his shorts again, and sat beside
her.
     "Wow." he said. "You're unreal. Can I call you sometime?"
     She smiled and shook her head. "I'm sorry...but maybe I'll see
you another time, all right?" She handed him back her walkman,
and took her sports bra.
     He kissed her again, and she let herself melt into this last
kiss. "This has been the weirdest experience I've ever had." he said.
"Thanks, Marcie."
     "Thank you, too, Francisco." she smiled. "You're woy, and waited
for Mark to materialize. She waited, and he did not appear.
     She looked through the park. He was nowhere to be found. Mark
had disappeared.


THE END


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