Author’s Note: All the usual warnings apply. This is my story, so
no copying or distribution without my explicit permission. Any
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be directed to my e-mail, frustrateddoublehelix@gmail.com. I will
personally read and answer all e-mails. This story is from the
McCallow series (they’re not all MC, so when I get them written
they will all be in my personal author ftp, just look under
Frustrated and then in the McCallow folder). Oh, and much thanks
to Geo and mikethefable for the edits.

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Shining Shards: An MC Choose-Your-Own-Adventure Story
by Frustrated

**This is a Choose-Your-Own-Adventure story. Let me explain how
this works. I’ll give you a bit of story, and then when a choice
must be made, you, the reader, get to make it. The story is like
a tree; it all starts with the same seed, and there will be a few
big branches but one main trunk. Each section will have some
smaller choices, labeled 1 and 2, and some will take you onto
different chapters. Some are different story tracks. Some will
get you through and some won’t, but eventually you’ll go where I
want you to go...this IS mind control, after all. There is no
choice, it is only an illusion. That shiny computer screen you’re
staring at is only an illusion, you’re getting a
com-com-compulsion to r-r-read on...**


Chapter 1: Shiny Shards

“Katie, are your nipples darker than usual?”
I looked down. “I don’t think so. Must be the light. Is your dick
longer than usual?”
Howie looked down. “Wanna find out?”
“Oh, you bad boy!” I dove back into his mouth. I was in the
process of working my hand down his body when my cell phone rang.
“Katie, get home this instant! I want some sleep!”
“Yes ma’am,” I intoned, and hung up. “Sorry Howie, I gotta go.
Mom wants me home. See ya later!”
I let the door to his room slam shut behind me and left him
sweating on his bed.
I reached up inside the collar of my jacket and scratched a
hickey. I tapped one hand on the wheel and sang along to the
music.

*I remember golden days when all this was a mystery
And you could write a letter then or god forbid come visit me
And if you find yourself without me
Can you find yourself without me*
“Can you find yourself without--” 

and there was a deafening crunching, cracking sound. Screaming, I was thrown forward.
Instinctively, I raised my arms to shield my face from the
steering wheel, which became the airbag. It thrust me backwards
and I heard glass tinkling as my head whipped back into the
headrest.
“Oh God, oh fuck! Out, out, I gotta get out!” I yelled, choking
in smoke. My hands were fumbling with the seatbelt and then
fumbling with the door and then I was out, falling two feet onto
my hands, scraping them on wet concrete that I could barely see.
“Oh, oh man, oh fuck, what hap-, oh god.” I lay on the cement,
rain and sidewalk run-off soaking my jeans through. I took deep,
shuddering breaths of cool, night air, letting the feeling of
being alive soak through me. Can you find your--Can you find
your--Can you find your--
Shit, my CD was broken! It was playing, so the car must still be
on. I needed the keys. Keys. Ignition; I needed to turn off the
car. I waited until I felt like I could stand before grabbing the
tire and using it and one bleeding hand to lift myself back up
onto my feet. The door was still open and I reached around the
airbag and put the car in park, turned it off, grabbed the keys
and my purse. I leaned against the slick body of the car, rested
my head on the roof with a little thump. I just breathed.
I took my cellphone out of my bag and hit number two on speed
dial. She answered after two rings.
“Hey, mom? It’s going to be a while, some asshole just rear-ended
me. Don’t worry, I’m ok.” I snapped it shut before she could
answer back; she would only get overprotective and start
chattering away, and I could not handle that right now.
I dabbed the back of my hand; it appeared to be clotting well. I
closed my eyes.
“K-Katie?” They fluttered open to look at the shadowy figure in
front of me. Jordan. The know-it-all from my math class. He was
always bragging about something. I think Danielle liked him for a
while, but her taste has always been questionable. I don’t know
why, being around him seemed to put me on my guard. He was
awfully cute, though.
“Jordan? What--It was...you h-hit me?”

**We’ve come to our first choice. Accidents happen: should Katie
get mad and insist Jordan pay the damages, or should she go home
and try to forget all this? If you think Katie should go home,
read 1. If you want to see an argument, read 2.**

1.
The shadowy figure scratched its head, its mane of dark hair.
“You just turned out in front of me! I didn’t have enough time to
stop.”
“Oh, it’s, well, it was an accident.”
He smiled in relief and offered me a hand.
“Damn, I’m glad, Katie, that if I had to hit someone it was you.”
I blushed. “Uh, did that come out wrong?”
“Well, yeah...but it’s ok. Um, what are we going to do about all
this?”
“Thi-Oh, you mean the cars? Well, I thought maybe we could each
pay for our own damage and no hard feelings?” He rushed the last
part and cringed as if someone was going to hit him.
“Sounds ok to me, but what about right now? How are we going to
get home?”
“I live pretty close; we could go to my house.”
I wasn’t sure about that. Had he planned this whole thing? Well,
I don’t think so. Guys do some pretty stupid things, but not even
Jordan would hit a girl with his car just to get in her pants. I
definitely did not want to call mom, not after I snapped at
her...
“Sure.”
“Ok then, let’s be off,” he said and linked his arm through mine.
“Oh, wait!” He ran back to the cars and then came back to me and
reestablished our connection. “I wanted a souvenir,” he explained
sheepishly.
We set off down the quiet, canopied streets. I felt like we were
in a tunnel; the air was close and stiff.
“A souvenir? From what could have been your death?”
“Well, just look at it,” he said, opening his palm. It was a
shining shard of glass.
“It’s a piece of glass. So?”
“Ok, it’s not much now. But here, let’s get into the light--and
look! It glints now, doesn’t it?”
“Yeah...and?”
He maneuvered us further underneath the streetlight. “See how it
shines? Doesn’t it make you feel, well, anything?”
“Jordan, I feel cold, wet, and shaken up. I just want to get
inside. How much further is your house?” I took my arm out of
link and put both of them around me. I was shivering. I pulled my
jacket closer.
“It’s just around the corner. We have a minute.”
I didn’t doubt him for a second because suddenly, his voice
sounded different. It was powerful, deep, and masculine.
Compelling. It didn’t just sound different, it felt different
too. It felt like I should listen. The intonation told me to be
still, that Jordan was the one in control, that I should enjoy
it. Jordan knew what was best for me so I should listen closely
and he would tell me.
“Ok.”
“Now Katie, I want you to look at it again. Look how it shines.
Look how it glimmers. Look how it gleams. Look, Katie. Just look.
It’s calming, isn’t it?”
I nodded, slowly. This new voice was difficult to disagree with.
“It’s shining, it’s glittering. The shine and the glitter sparkle
so much they focus your vision. They are the only thing you can
look at. You can’t tear your eyes away. You see only the shard
and you hear only my voice, Katie.”
“Yessss...” I said, feeling it out with my tongue. I couldn’t
hear my own voice, but I wasn’t troubled by it. I felt entirely
calm.
“Good girl, so calm, so relaxed. See how the shiny shard
sparkles?”
“Yeah.” I didn’t want to disagree with this new voice. Jordan’s
voice, the only thing I could hear, the precious echoes from
inside him cascading out of his mouth.
“The more you look at it the more you want to look at it. The
more you look, the more you want to look at this piece of glass
shining in my palm. The more you look, the more it and my voice
penetrate the center of your existence. You can feel my voice
like a physical presence, pushing at your boundaries. You are
like a car; you have the metal skeleton and the plastic siding.
You run on a motor and you need fuel. Katie, I want to give you
fuel. Picture yourself as the car, Katie. Your doors are closed
and locked, keep looking at the shining glass, Katie, your doors
are closed and you think you’re safe but cars have weaknesses.
You have windows, Katie, and I have a brick. Keep staring now,
keep listening. You’re very relaxed; you’re going deeper inside
yourself. You’re going so deep that when I break your windows, I
will shatter you. I will drive you. You will be a passenger and I
will be your driver and I will push the pedals and shift the
gears, Katie, you will do what I say and it will make you hum and
purr. It will feel good, it feels good, it feels good right now
to listen to my voice, Katie, and know I’m right. It feels good
to do what I say.”
I gasped. It did feel good. I could feel a tingle, a dripping. I
never felt like this with Howie, or Gordon, or Bert, or Emily,
and all Jordan was doing was talking!
“Keep looking, Katie, keep staring at the crystal, keep looking
at the glass, see how it shines. It shines like your windows,
Katie. It shines like the window I’m going to break. Picture
yourself as the car, Katie. I’m standing a few feet away. I’m
standing in the glow of your headlights-” He snickered and went
on, “-your headlights, so you can see me very distinctly,
reflected in the shining shard. You feel so relaxed, Katie,
because even though you’re going to surrender your will to me,
even though all your defenses are building up in that glass so
that one smash with my brick and you will be mine, it feels good.
You want to be mine, you want me, you need me. You’re so relaxed,
Katie. You’re concentrating all of your defenses in that window.
I take a step towards the driver’s door, towards that window,
Katie. When I smash that window, Katie, you will be irrevocably
mine. You will live and breathe for me, you will love me, and you
will get horny every time I’m near you. So relaxed, Katie, and
concentrating your defense mechanisms.”
I need to sit down, my muscles are so relaxed, maybe I’ll just
sit down right here...
“Oh no, Katie! No, this is a road, you can’t sit there. I can’t
get you out of the way if a car comes...Uh, keep staring, Katie.
I’m standing right there with the brick. I’m right up to the
window. All of your defenses are concentrated in that one window,
Katie. I need to take you out of this state, Katie. But you will
remember the state you are in, how deep you are, what you feel,
how relaxed you are. When I kiss you, you will return to your
normal waking state and you will remember nothing since I first
showed you that shining shard. The next time I kiss you, you will
return to this state and you will remember everything. Keep
staring, Katie. Remember? When I kiss you. I’m going to kiss you
in three, two, one...”
That was when he kissed me. And I thought Sam was a good kisser;
this one left them all behind. I felt his lips coursing through
my entire body, melting my neurons. It was such a hot kiss, I put
some hands into it. He definitely appreciated that part.
When it was over, I sighed and rested my head against his
shoulder. I had to lean down some, sure, but it was still a nice
feeling.
We stood there for a long moment; my head on his shoulder, his
hand on my ass, and then he sighed deeply and put his arm back
through mine. We kept walking.
“How close is it?”
“I can see it now; it’s that one.” He pointed to a house up the
street. It was four houses away, then three. His house was dark
and the blinds were drawn. Two. The doorbell glowed faintly. One.
We were on the lawn. There was a white van parked in the
driveway. Jordan squinted at it. Jordan faced me and moved in
close...

**Jordan has a choice. Should he kiss Katie here, on the lawn?
The thought of public sex appeals to him and he doesn’t want to
wake up his parents by making too much noise inside. On the other
hand, there’s too much dirt and grass outside; they would have to
shower if they did it outside. He’s also suspicious about that
van. What’s up with that? It wasn’t there when he left...If you
think Jordan should bring Katie inside, read on. If you think he
should finish his destruction of her defenses outside, go to
Chapter 7.**

...then backed away. “Uh, come on, Katie. Let’s go inside.” He
ran his fingers through his hair and then held out his hand. I
declined to take it; his hair looked greasy.
“Sure.”
I followed him up the steps and through the door (when he managed
to get it open).
“Uh, here it is,” he said, sweeping his arm to indicate the room.
My eyes hadn’t adjusted yet, so I couldn’t see anything. I
imagined that I saw shapes shifting in my peripheral vision.
He stepped up close to me and put a hand around my waist.
“Where’s the light switch?”
“Oh shit, sorry Katie. It’s over here, I’ll get it. I mean, if
you think it’s more romantic to kiss with the light on.”
He flipped the switch and my hands went to my eyes. Pain!
“Way to warn me, Jordan, thanks a lot.”
There was no answer.
“Jordan?”
There was a muffled snarl and scream, and then I felt a blow to
my head. No, not to my head, to the inside of my head. It would
feel so good to go to sleep, not to struggle, to just lie down...

**They’ve been caught! Go to Chapter 4. See, I told you you’d go
where I want you...and I do want you...**

2.
The shadowy figure scratched its head, its mane of dark hair.
“You just turned out in front of me! I didn’t have enough time to
stop.”
“Look,” I said, standing up straight and pointing my finger at
him, “I looked around that corner. There was no one there. You
must have been going way over the speed limit to get there in
time to hit me. Like, 50 or something.”
Our voices echoed loudly on the deserted street corner.
“You looked? When? During the--”
“It doesn’t matter. You hit me, which means it’s automatically
your fault. No hard feelings. You just have to pay the damages.”
“Shit, Katie, I really didn’t mean to.”
“Well duh. No one plans this type of thing; that’s why they call
it an accident.” Good, I had been both assertive and witty with
him. I wasn’t shaking anymore. I took the camera out of my bag
and walked over to where our two cars met while it was turning on
with its characteristic fanfare.
I raised it to my eye and calmly snapped a picture. The flash
illuminated the whole corner, making the trees around us look
like wild jungle plants when it subsided.
“Katie?”
I took another picture, a close-up, clearly showing how his car
was bashed into the back of mine.
“What are you doing?”
I got my shattered back windshield and his shattered front one. I
got my license-plate, twisted out of shape, and the smashed
lights.
“Katie, please!” I walked around and snapped another one of his
plates.
“Katie, be reasonable!”
“Tough luck Jordan, and nothing personal. This is just to prevent
anything nasty down the road.”
He clenched his fists and pushed back his mop of black hair
violently, sending water droplets speeding off into the night.
Then he went calm, relaxed. He came up to me, his steps slow and
measured.
“Ok, Katie. Let’s look at the damage,” he said. “The damage I
caused,” he added quickly, before I could protest. I let him take
my arm and lead me back to where the two cars became one; my red
against his tan. “Let’s look carefully at the damage, so we know
exactly what to report.” His voice seemed to get both softer and
louder at the same time. Intense. That was it; intense.
“See, there’s all the smashed headlights. One of my tires is
punctured. It was the glass; see all those shards of glass,
sparkling everywhere? On the ground. Inside your car, on your
back seat. On our cars. On my seat and the passenger seat. See
how they sparkle against the streetlight?”
I felt very calm. Who knew Jordan was this mellow? I started
feeling a little hot, even in my soaked jeans. I pulled the
zipper of my jacket down just a little and edged closer to him.
“They sparkle, just like stars. Just like the stars in your
eyes,” he said, turning towards me. I pulled my zipper down
halfway. His voice was so measured, so mesmerizing. I needed to
hear more. “Keep looking at those shards. Look at that one, the
one on the hood of my car. It’s especially shining, isn’t it?”
His hand touched my cheek, but I kept looking.
“That’s it, keep looking. Good girl. It’s so nice just to look at
it, isn’t it?” My eyes were locked onto that piece of glass. It
looked like crystal, glinting and winking. I sighed, low and
long.
His hand started sliding around my face, to the back of my neck.
He pulled my dirty-blonde hair out of its ponytail.
“It’s so pretty, isn’t it? Just like you. It’s so shiny, it’s
like a really bright light. It’s like a sun lamp. You can feel
it, Katie, you can feel the heat radiating off the shard and
soaking into your body. You feel like you’ve been on the beach
all day, tanning. The sun has soaked you down to your bones. But
Katie, a good girl like you needs an even tan. You know what you
need to do.”
I was definitely hot. Even as I slid my zipper down all the way,
I kept my eyes on that shining piece of ragged glass. I shrugged
my jacket off, keeping my eyes on the shining center of my being.
I could hear the zipper of my jacket hitting the ground with a
little clinking sound.
“Yes, Katie. You’re going to get hotter and hotter, feeling the
heat from that shiny glass shard envelope your being. Let the
light in, let it consume you. You are a leaf on the wind; it is a
blazing bonfire...”
“But Katie, this is no ordinary fire, and that is no ordinary
piece of glass. It makes you hot, but not just like the sun. It
makes you hot like horny. It makes you really horny, doesn’t it,
Katie?”
I sighed, leaning into his hand. I could feel all the places it
was roaming over my body, and I needed it everywhere. I wanted it
everywhere at once.
“Keep staring, that’s a good girl. It makes you feel good when I
call you a good girl, doesn’t it?”
I could feel my nipples harden.
“Katie, in a minute I’m going to kiss you. When I kiss you, two
things will happen. First, it will feel really good for you.
Second, you will remember how you feel right now, how hot and
turned on and entranced, and whenever I kiss you, you will
remember all of this and go back into this trance. When I kiss
you, it will be like a save point in a video game. You will go
back into this trance, you will go back but twice as deep, and
you will think about the shining shard.”
That was when he kissed me, and it was so hot and vicious I could
feel my capillaries rushing open with boiling blood. I was so hot
I must have been steaming. My eyes strained to keep looking at
the glass and then closed. I moaned into Jordan’s mouth as his
arms wrapped around me, pulling me to him. I needed the contact,
needed him to keep kissing me, I would do anything for him to
keep kissing me...
That was when the tow truck showed up. Its engine coughed and
sputtered and we both looked up, deer in headlights.
“Hey kids! You look like you need a little help.”
“Uh-” said Jordan. We looked at each other and then hastily
separated. My brain started clearing out, the heat subsiding.
“Don’t worry about a thing! You two’ve had a nasty little bang-up
here. I’ll just get that car up front all hooked up and then call
another truck to get that one in the back. How’zat sound?”
“Um-” I said, fumbling on the ground for my jacket.
“You get in the truck with me, there’s a couple seats in the
back, and I’ll take you to the office. We have a first aid kit
and you’ll be warm and dry there. Then we can get you rides home.
You won’t have to lift a finger. How about it?”

**Should Katie and Jordan go? If you think they should, go on to
Chapter 3. If you think that this is a little too deus ex machina
and want to get rid of this guy, continue to Chapter 2.**
