“Is everything alright?” the woman asked as Roland tried to walk by.
“I don’t know, this guy keeps telling me to do stuff and I just do it,” the brunette said, making Roland whip around.
Shit! Okay, what did the guy say? In range?
“I order everyone to forget I was ever here, this girl as well,” he yelled out loud, looking around to see the reaction.
The barista immediately ignored him, as did everyone else. To include the brunette.
Okay, so I can make people forget too. More and more complicated.
“I order you to tell me your name,” he said to the brunette.
“Kayla Rene Hamilton,” she said, startled like she’d not known he was there.
“Kayla, I order you to act as yourself but do as I say,” he said.
“Okay,” she responded.
“Come with me,” he said, then backed away, she looked at him quizzically but followed.
“Ah, okay. Good. Oh, and don’t tell anyone I’m giving you orders and that you follow them. Act normal,” he said as well.
“Okay,” she said again.
He quickly walked out of the union building and down to his car, getting in. Kayla did not, so he got out.
“Why aren’t you in the car?” he asked.
“You ordered me to come with you, not to get in your car. I don’t want to get in your car,” she said.
It occurred to him just then what exactly he was doing. The implications of it ran through his mind at breakneck speed. He was forcing her to do things she was aware she had no control in doing. It hit him like a ton of bricks. Guilt washed over him like a wave. Then he saw her clothes and the coffee on them. And the deviant side of him spoke in his mind.
See, Roland had been carrying a dark secret he’d never told anyone but him various computers. He was into some pretty freaky shit. Rape. Bondage. Forced orgasms were some of his favorite. Forced feminization. Mind control. Impregnation. Insertion. Hell, he’d even looked up gay and bisexual porn before. So his rational mind went to work.
I can do what I want. I can even make them forget afterwards. Is it even rape if they like it? If I make them like it? Hell, I can MAKE them think it was their idea!
“Kayla, you still have to do what I say right?” he asked.
“Yes,” she said.
“Then I want you to want to do anything I say. I want you to feel happiness whenever you do as I say.”
“Oh,” she said, suddenly as if a switch were thrown in her mind, “well then we should get in your car.”
They were down the street moments later, on their way to Roland’s apartment on the other side of the campus, though not on the campus itself. He hadn’t jacked off since that morning- but now he could have it handled for him.
“Give me head,” he said to Kayla, who responded immediately.
She leaned over, using her hands to undo his pants enough to fish his cock out of his briefs, then immediately going to work on him, deep throating his slightly hard 8 inch cock in one go.
“Oh holy shit,” he said, reveling in the feeling of Kayla’s throat.
She had taken him all the way to balls in the first go, then was using her tongue at the same time as her gag reflex fought with her order. He put his right hand on the back of her head and let her bob up and down, making him rock hard in seconds. She kept going all the way down, all the way up, fucking her own face with his dick. It was wonderful.
It didn’t take more than two minutes of the ten minute drive before he felt the familiar feeling of being close to cumming, telling her to slow down before remembering the other part of his powers: he could control bodies as well. Even his own.
“Keep going,” he said, suddenly excited. “Swallow all my cum.”
She renewed her assault with her mouth, needing another minute to coax his balls to tighten up, his body tensing, his cum rocketing down his cock. She, sensing all this, took him again down her throat and let him shoot right into her stomach, sucking what didn’t shoot the rest of the way as she pulled off his member.
“Oh man,” Roland said, his body relaxing. “That was amazing.”
Kayla just leaned back over to her seat, looking out the window, but speaking, “Mmmm, it feels good to do as you say. That was really – nice.”
“I order my dick to be ready to have sex again,” he said, laughing out loud as he prick which had been going soft sprung to life again.
“Wow,” Kayla said, watching from the other seat, able to comment as she was herself, just having to do as Roland said.
Her words reminded Roland that he had these powers, but what exactly could he do?
“Kayla, cum for me,” he said, turning a corner.
The reaction was instantaneous. The girl’s eyes snapped open like she’d been hit with a shock, her mouth dropping open as her hands flew to the crotch in her jean shorts, her upper body doubling over as her knees shot to her chest, then her hands flew out to the door handle and the center console of his Honda Accent, her legs shooting out and hitting the dash before going under to the floorboard, her body going rigid as her upper body flopped against the seat back, her mouth still open but her eyes rolled back in her head.
She was moaning and groaning, some occasional “oh my god”s thrown in there, gasping for breath. But she didn’t stop.
Fuck!
“Kayla, you can stop cumming!” Roland yelled over her.
She stopped, her body going limp as her labored breathing filled the car.
“Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Fuck. I’ve never cum that hard before. Ever,” she said, looking over at him after gasping and trying to catch her breath, smiling. “Holy shit.”
“Yeah, this is awesome,” Roland said, parking the car along the street.
In minutes they were in his apartment.
***
Chapter two will be coming.
Let me know what you think so far.
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