Mind Controlled Janice Pt. 11a by janicegoodall

The music was playing loudly Janice danced around under the lights. Her hips moving back and forth, synchronized with the beat of the music a wanton display of simulated sex. Janice twirled around, her unbuttoned blouse blowing out to the side, her bra barely able to contain her breasts. Her head twirled in circles, her hair fanning out as her head moved up and down. Her short, plaid skirt rose up high, almost to her waist, her black panties silhouetting her white thighs as she twirled sensuously.There was an audience sat watching her; Brian, Ginger, Peter, about twenty five students from Springbank, neighbours Lucy, Yvonne and Andrea. Lucy was naked having already performed her strip on stage. Brian had made Janice, Andrea and Lucy lose their inhibitions, all while they were conscious of what they were doing, but unable to stop themselves, performing whatever Brian ordered. No act of perversions the women were forced to perform were taboo. Janice was his latest conquest due to mind control powers that Ginger had given to him. As Janice danced she could see Yvonne watching her intently and the students and several of the male students had bulges in their pants from their cocks.

Janice couldn’t control herself. The bright lights were shining on her body, the students and students sitting in front of her, their eyes peeled to her body as she danced; danced as she had never done before, without inhibitions, her clothes half off of her body. The music went straight through to her brain. She looked at Brian, her eyes pleading with him, but she could hear his voice, even over the loud bass of the song. “Take off your blouse.” No, her eyes silently pleaded with him. She looked down at her hands, her fingers already unbuttoning the sleeves, her hands pulling the blouse off her shoulders and throwing it to the floor off to the side. Her face was flushed red in humiliation as she began to twirl around again, her hair as her hips moved back and forth. She arched her back out, humiliated as she saw how she looked, her breasts thrust out as if she was trying to show them off to anyone watching. She bent at the waist, breasts hanging down, afraid that they would break free of the confines of the bra. She shook her shoulders, her breasts swaying back and forth, over half of the white flesh revealed to the students, the music providing the tempo for her gyrations.

Janice’s eyes staring at his crotch. She looked up, embarrassed at being caught looking. “Your bra now Janice. Let these people see your lovely tits. Make them naked and then dance for us. Let us see them bounce.”

Her back was arched, her proud breasts thrust up high as she fought the urges in her brain. She refused to do such a thing! She wouldn’t do it. She shivered as she felt fingers behind her back, fumbling with the catch of her bra, her hips gyrating wildly as she stood in place. Who was doing it? Looking down, her arms had disappeared out of sight behind her back, her own body betraying her again. NO! She silently screamed when she felt the sudden release as her bra swung loose. She felt her breasts swing down. The pendulous flesh was no longer in the tight, constraining device; her breasts were free and naked.

“Rub your tits!” the woman’s voice in her head shocked Janice it was not Brian that Commanded it but a womans voice, an other woman had power over her as well. Janice’s hands cupped her breasts and rubbed her tits and played with her nipples as she danced.

They watched her turn her back to them, her skirt pulled tightly over her firm bottom, her hips swinging back and forth. She turned around suddenly, bent down into a deep knee bend, legs widely spaced, gyrated her pelvis back and forth, the audience easily able to see up her skirt, then back up again. Her arms went quickly behind her neck, laced together, her back arched again, this time her breasts naked, thrust out in exhibition. Her light brown areolas and nipples were swollen from her arousal, Janice was scared her body was Brian’s to control, she did not want to be aroused but he had made it so, her breasts begin a gentle roll as she continued to dance.

No, she couldn’t be doing this, looking down to see how hard her nipples were, her eyes moving to the audience, their eyes pinned to her naked breasts. She tried to push her hands over her breasts, wanting to hide them from them. She looked down, her hands had not moved, still thrusting her breasts out for them, her shoulders moving again, her naked breasts now moving slowly back and forth, unencumbered by the restraining bra. She looked like some kind of whore, stripping naked and dancing for the pleasure of the students.

It had started about a week ago. Brian had been Janice’s manager when Wayne retired from college. Brian and Janice had instantly disliked each other. Brian was jealous of the success of Wayne at the college and although not telling Janice Wayne had boasted to Brian about having an affair with Janice and several other women at the college which made Brian hate the fact that Janice was working for him and it was obvious, she disliked him. All the time Janice worked for him Brian had two fantasies, bending Janice over his desk and giving her naked buttocks a good spanking and tying her up naked and fucking her while she struggled to escape.

It was about a year after Janice had left the college that Ginger and a woman called Elaine had approached Brian. In return for him providing some information about certain people at the college they would let him control the minds of Janice and Wayne for six months. Brian had been sceptical about the mind control but they told him where to find Wayne and gave him a phrase that when he said it would make Wayne carry out his commands. Still dubious Brian went to see Wayne and quickly said the phrase. There did not appear to be any change in Wayne so Brian quickly commanded Wayne,

“Drop your trousers and underpants.” Brian was astounded when Wayne immediately dropped his trousers and pants.

“Masturbate yourself, make yourself cum!”

Brian watched as Wayne grabbed his dick in his hand and started to masturbate himself, fairly soon he shot a load of cum on to the ground.

“Brian grinned he was going to have some fun with Wayne and Janice. Before he left Wayne Brian made him stand legs apart and Brian kicked him hard in the balls leaving Wayne rolling in agony on the floor.

The next day Brian turned up at Janice’s house and he knocked on her door. As soon as Janice opened the door and saw who it was she moved to slam the door in his face but Brian quickly uttered the command phrase to her and she paused.

“Let me in!”

Janice opened the door wide and let Brian into her house.

Brian grinned at Janice.

“You will do anything I say. Anything without question, your hands eager to carry out my bidding, ignoring what your brain might tell you. Do you understand?”

“Yes sir,” said Janice.

“When you hear the word “cunt” your pussy will get wet. You will find yourself sexually excited.

“Cunt!”

Janice did not know what was happening, she tried to stop herself but she could feel her pussy becoming aroused and very wet, her knickers were soon soaking wet her face turning red in embarrassment. She could not stop it happening, she hated the face that was grinning at her but she could not stop herself been turned on.

“Touch the front of my pants Janice.”

Her eyes opened wide in shock. “What do you mean?” Her hands were already moving up towards his cock. She watched her hands reach out, cringing when she felt the hard, throbbing cock beneath his trousers. Why was she doing this? She could feel it jerk when her fingers moved over it. Her hand ran up and down the shaft that bobbed beneath her fingers, his pants holding it pinned in tightly. It must be over eight inches long and getting longer. Her fingers went to the tip and pinched hard, feeling it jerk. NO! She thought to herself. I can’t do this, looking up into Brian’s face, seeing the smirk, her face turning fiery red in shame as she saw her hands continuing. She thought she turned her head away to hide her shame, but instead her face moved to the front of his pants, her mouth moving up to the thick shaft her fingers outlined and she gasped as her mouth opened and her lips pressed over the cloth covered cock. She ran her mouth up and down the shaft as if she was eating an ear of corn, her teeth biting lightly on the shaft. Her lips got to the head, pressed tightly to it, biting harder through the pants as she nibbled on it as it throbbed beneath her lips. Her mouth was dry, the material of his pants soaking up all of her saliva.

“I bet that makes your cunt wet Janice?”

Janice closed her legs tightly, feeling like she had wet her pants. She felt a sudden rush between her legs, a wetness that began to spread, causing her panties to cling to her body from the moisture.

Her hips began to squirm as the pleasurable feeling in her sex grew, a picture grew in her mind of Brian’s cock in her mouth as she knelt before him, naked, his foot between her widely space thighs, his toes running up and down her slit. Her head bobbed up and down, the thick cock splitting her lips, the taste of cum lingering in her mouth as her tongue lapped over the hot flesh. She did not understand how or why she was imagining it.

Brian saw her hips begin a gentle motion, knowing that she was trying to stimulate her pussy. He was sure that she was extremely wet, he could only fathom what the sexual image she had in her mind was, but he would wait until next time to find out. First, he wanted some relief from the wanton display Janice was putting on with her mouth.

“You need to feel my hot flesh,” he ordered her.

She looked up, licking her lips, her eyes showing her confusion at his request. But her hands knew the answer, the sound of his zipper sliding down breaking the silence in the room. The vision of his cock in her mouth came back to her. She lowered her head so that he could not see her eyes, only to be confronted by her own hands pushing the pants off Brian. Her mind was screaming at her body to stop but it was no good. Her hands reached around his back, grabbing his ass cheeks through his shorts as the pants fell to his knees. Sensuously, her hands slid up the inside of his thighs as they moved toward the bulging pouch of his shorts. It felt like a hand on the back of her head, but she knew it was only in her mind as her face pressed forward again. Her mouth, unmistakably open, was again filled with cloth, this time only thin cotton, the hard cock throbbing beneath it. Her hand held the cock out so she could run her mouth up and down it, struggling to contain the jerking member with her hands, her mouth bringing such pleasure to it. She nibbled on it again, her teeth now pressing deeper into the flesh, only the thin shorts stopping her from tasting the flesh beneath her.