Chapter One

 

"He aimed the mind control device at the gorgeous nineteen-year-old professional cheerleader, grinned evilly and pressed the button. The effect was immediate, and Kathy froze in place, now totally obedient to his commands ... "

Richard took a bite of his sandwich and a sip of ginger juice, then scrolled the web page on his notebook impatiently so that he could continue reading the latest mind-control sex story that he had found on a BDSM story site. His friends thought that he was weird, so he liked to lunch alone at the Café at Foyles in their store at Charing Cross Road. He loved mind control stuff. He fantasised all the time at home, holding the TV remote control in his hand and imagining pointing it at a sexy girl. Click.

"He gloated at the helpless girl who had so cruelly rejected him the other day. 'Not so proud now, are we?' he said, stalking around the frozen figure. He jabbed her arm with a stiff finger and he almost laughed aloud when she didn't react. Growing more daring, he jabbed her breast, feeling the stiff fabric of her bra resisting his finger. He said, 'I'm going to let you speak in a moment. If you try to scream or call for help, then I'll silence you again and you'll stay that way until I am done with you, which could be a long time from now.' He let her see the mind control device. 'You may speak,' he said and pressed the command button.

Kathy gasped when she felt the invisible grip on her vocal cords disappear. The rest of her body was still frozen and unresponsive, although strangely she was in no danger of falling down. It was as if someone or something else was controlling her body. She was tempted to scream, but the thought of becoming voiceless again was too scary. 'Who are you? What have you done to me?' she demanded in as calm a voice as she could manage.

He chuckled. 'You don't need to know who I am. All you need to know is that for now I control your body and mind. I can make you do anything that I want with just a word and press of a button.'

'Fuck you, I'm not doing anything creep, and I'm going to call the police as soon as I can move again.'

This made him laugh. They always said the same thing. He just said a single word in reply. 'Kneel!'

Kathy gasped as her traitorous body immediately dropped to its knees like a puppet with its strings cut. In terrified panic, she mentally struggled to get up, but to no avail. 'This is impossible! I must be dreaming. This is some kind of nightmare,' she moaned.

He said, 'That all depends on you. I'm going to fuck you and humiliate you and maybe even punish you any way I want. How bad it is for you all depends on whether you decide to fight me or to cooperate.'

'Never! You'll pay for this you pervert. My daddy will cut off your balls,' she rasped angrily.

He said, 'I know for a fact that your daddy is somewhere in the Amazon, busy looking for oil and slaughtering natives. You are all alone in this great big house - well, except for me that is. But I can't allow such threats to go unpunished, or you'll lose your respect for me.' Kathy was about to say something insulting, but he cut her off by saying, 'Slap yourself on the face. Both hands. Don't stop until I tell you.' Then he pressed the button.

'Like hell I ... ' Crack! 'Ow!' Crack! 'Ow!' In total amazement, Kathy slapped her own face over and over, her mind screaming for her body to stop, but being totally ignored. Tears began to run down her face from the pain and terror as she realised that she was truly helpless. 'Please,' she mumbled, Crack! 'Ow! Please!'

He said, 'Stop,' and pressed the button. Grinning triumphantly, he said, 'You were saying?'

Her cheeks flaming red, Kathy muttered, 'I'm sorry.'

'Sorry?'

'Sorry for threatening you.'

'And?'

Kathy looked as if she was going to swear at him again, but her sore cheeks suppressed the impulse and she said, 'I ... I'll be good.'

"Hmm. I wonder how long this newfound obedience will last. Let's find out. Take off your dress.'

Shock and anger returned to her face. 'Are you crazy? There's no way I'm undressing in front of you.'

He nodded. 'I thought so. Maybe a little more education will help improve that attitude. Crawl on all fours like a dog. No talking or screaming. Bark and sniff the carpet and furniture. Keep doing it until I tell you to stop.' Click.

Kathy dropped to her hands and knees even as she was trying to shout at him. 'Woof. Sniff, sniff, woof.' She sneezed violently from all the dust that she was inhaling, but couldn't stop herself from barking and sniffing as she moved busily around the room.

'Don't forget to wag your tail.' Click.

Her bottom began to shake enthusiastically from side to side even as she continued her doggy impression.

He let her carry on for nearly ten very amusing minutes before he said, 'Stop. You can stand up straight, hands at your sides. No screaming or shouting.' Click.

Kathy scrambled gratefully to her feet, still sneezing violently. Her elbows and knees were red and sore, and the muscles of her hips and back ached fiercely from the effort of wagging her bottom despite her high degree of fitness. Eyeing him warily, she decided that taking off her dress was better than another round of canine impersonation. After all, she would still be wearing her bra and panties, and her bikini was skimpier than that. She rubbed her nose as the last sneeze faded, and said, "All right. I'll take off my dress. Don't make me do that anymore."

"Bear in mind that I could simply order you to strip using my control, but I'm giving you the chance to do it on your own. If you piss me off, I might make you go out into the middle of the street and run around naked. That ought to make you very popular with your neighbours."

Kathy's face paled at the thought. Her friends would never let her live it down, and she would lose her cheer-leading contract, which contained a strict morality clause. She took a deep breath and shook her head. 'No, please, don't do that. Look, I'm taking off my dress right now.' She slid the straps of the sleeveless dress off of her shoulders and tugged the top of the dress down to her waist. Momentum had carried her this far, but now she realised that she was next to topless in front of a leering stranger and her arms crossed over her chest and she froze.

He glanced out of the window and smiled. 'I can see a number of your neighbours walking around outside. Shall we give them a treat?' This apparently provided the required encouragement, and he grinned as her dress hit the floor moments later. He let her see his eyes wander over her body, making her exposure more humiliating. 'Pose for me. Look sexy. If I get bored I may decide to do something nasty.' He didn't bother to mention that he was going to get nasty anyway.

Now that she had actually taken the dress off, Kathy didn't feel so bad, as her bra and panties covered almost as much as some of her cheer-leading costumes. Suppressing her anger, she pretended that she was at cheer-leading practise and made a few dance like moves from her routines. Perhaps, she thought, if she humoured this pathetic geek he would come in his pants or something and just go away.

He hid a smile as he watched Kathy's half-hearted gyrations, letting her think that she could buy him off with a few wriggles of her bottom. He grew bored with her uninspired wriggles after a couple of minutes and decided to stop playing with her. She had been given her chance, but she was unable to appreciate her true situation. He said, 'Dance properly, as if your life depended on it.' Click.

With a gasp of shock, Kathy suddenly threw herself into her dance, leaping, twisting and writhing like a dancer on a rap video. She uttered a yelp of pain when her body performed the splits, bounced up to her feet and dropped into a split again, the crotch of her panties actually thumping against the floor.

He laughed and clapped and cheered in time with her movements. 'That's more like it! Move that body girl. Yeah!'

Kathy's lungs heaved madly and every muscle in her body ached and burned as she continued to dance madly without regard for the strain or exhaustion she was feeling. A prisoner in her own body, she screamed silently in her mind even as she grinned and gyrated with complete abandon. She was soaked with sweat and her bangs were pasted to her face as the hellish dance went on and on.

He finally allowed her to stop when she looked like she was going to have a heart attack. He watched as she stood there panting and trembling from exhaustion. He thought she looked really sexy, all her posturing and insolence wiped away. Her panties were so wet that they were translucent, giving a teasing preview of what was hidden underneath. It was obvious that her pubic hair was neatly trimmed, leaving only a small triangular strip above her pussy. He decided that there was no point in teasing himself any longer. 'No talking. Take off your bra and panties. I want you stark naked. Don't try to hide yourself when you're done.' Click.

With utter despair on her face, Kathy obediently unfastened her bra and tossed it aside. She thrust her shoulders back and lifted her breasts out to him even as she slipped her thumbs under the waistband of her panties. The skimpy elastic garment clung to her skin as she tried to pull it down and she had to struggle to get it off of her legs, hopping from one foot to the other. She kicked the twisted strip of fabric aside and stood at parade rest, her firm young body tautly erect. Shame and fear made her nipples rigid and erect. She simply couldn't believe that she was showing her pussy to an absolute stranger.

He grinned widely. 'Much better. You have a great body and you shouldn't hide any of it. Teasing everyone in those skimpy cheerleader costumes was very naughty. Now hold very, very still while I grope you.' Click. 'You may talk if you want, but no screaming or shouting.' Click.

By now Kathy had realised the futility of protesting, so she just clenched her teeth as he ran his hands possessively over her body. She had never even let her boyfriend grab and touch her the way this man was doing, as if she was just a piece of meat. She gasped when he took a breast in his hand and squeezed hard, making her flesh bulge out between his fingers.

'Not so high and mighty now are we, miss cheerleader, always waving that arse around in public, but looking down at us like we were scum when you caught us looking back at you.' He shifted his grip to her nipple and pinched it viciously, which made Kathy cry out in pain. 'Let's see how proud you are while I'm fucking your cunt. Spread those long legs wide and bend over, hands on your knees. Show me that precious pussy of yours.'

Tears ran down her face as she her body obeyed. 'Please don't do this. I'm a good girl. I don't sleep around.'

He snarled. 'No, you're worse, you're just a fucking tease, waving your panties around in public and bouncing your boobs at the crowds. Always promising but never delivering.'

'But that's just my job,' she wailed.

He unzipped his trousers and released his cock as he walked around to gaze at her beautiful arse. 'I'm going to fuck you now, and you're going to fuck me back as if I was your favourite film star, your dream lover. You're going to feel more excited and sexy than you have ever felt in your entire life and you are going to come with every third stroke of my cock into your pussy.' Click.

Kathy started to cry out in horror when she felt his cock touch her pussy, and then the sound changed to a loud gasp as the most incredible pleasure swept through her body. 'No! It couldn't possibly be happening ... could it?'

He forced his cock into her tight pussy, which had suddenly become much wetter and he heard her groan as he buried his entire length deep.

'Oh god, that feels so good,' she gasped hoarsely, hardly able to believe the intensity of the pleasure that she was feeling. She knew it was artificially imposed by the hellish device in his hand, but nonetheless it felt real enough to drive her half out of her mind. His cock pulled back and thrust again, his hands gripping her hips firmly. The pleasure doubled, and impossible as it seemed, the warning twinges and muscular ripples of a crashing orgasm swept through her entire body. She began to scream as he pulled out for the third stroke, and she came as his cock plunged into her hot pussy for the third time. Her legs trembled and her knees threatened to buckle and she squeezed her breasts with her hands as her entire being was filled with ecstasy. It was the greatest climax that she had ever felt in her young life and she sobbed with the joy of it.

He chuckled at her response. The contractions of her vagina felt absolutely marvellous around his cock. He pulled out for the next stroke and laughed at her incoherent response.

'No! Oh god that feels good ... Stop please - it's too soon ... oh yes, do that again ... oh fuck .... ' The next stroke primed her for another orgasm and she wailed. It was impossible that this was happening. She heard him laugh as his cock drilled into her and she orgasmed again.

By the time that he finally came in her wet, dripping pussy, Kathy was delirious and barely able to speak. He could feel her body shuddering under his hands as her vagina squeezed on his cock with almost painful force. She had come over twenty times and was totally exhausted, mentally and physically. He knew that he only had to do this to her a few more times and she would be totally addicted to sex with him. The other girls that he had done this to had become literal slaves, willing to do anything for him in order to experience a high greater than any drug could provide. He no longer needed to use the mind control device on them at all."

 

***

 

Richard swallowed the last of his sandwich and sighed with pleasure, shifting in his seat to adjust the uncomfortable tightness in his jeans. This was a good story, although not as hard in terms of punishment as he personally liked.

Suddenly a voice behind his shoulder said, "Yes, that's a good story. I rather liked it too. Pity none of those mind control scenarios would ever work in real life."

Richard jumped in shock. He had not heard or sensed anyone behind him, and he pulled the lid of his notebook halfway down in an automatic guilty response. Annoyance replaced guilt and he twisted around to see who had been reading over his shoulder. He was surprised to see a young, good looking, perhaps too good looking, man smiling openly at him. He looked foreign somehow. He was casually dressed in expensive looking clothes and the price of his watch could have supported a family of four for a year.

"Hi, I'm Eric."

Richard was about to tell Eric off for intruding on his privacy and to sod off, when the stranger's earlier statement filtered through his mind and he found himself saying, "Wouldn't work? Why wouldn't they work, assuming the mind control device functioned as described?"

Eric pulled up a chair and sat down next to Richard. He leaned forward earnestly and said, "Look, no matter how effective the mind control was, something was going to go wrong sooner or later. If you made your victims forget about your fun and games with them, they would wonder about the blackouts and the inexplicable marks and bruises that appear on their bodies. Eventually, one or more of them's bound to go to a doctor, or worse suspect that they've been given a roofie or some other kind of date rape drug and go to the police. Either that or they'll go insane worrying about the loss of memory. Unless you're incredibly skilled and careful, they're going to find forensic evidence on the girl's bodies or simply find a witness to link them to you or catch you on a video surveillance camera. Then it's just a matter of time before they catch you red handed."

"What if I used the device to prevent them from telling anyone?"

Eric nodded. "Again, unless you're more careful than any serial killer, their parents and friends are going to wonder what happened to them, or spot traces of sexual activity on their clothing, or a number of other things. If the girls can't tell anyone, either they have to remain silent or they have to lie. Both will eventually raise suspicions, and then it's back to the doctors and police. Apart from that, the victims themselves will find a way to tell someone, or they'll come after you directly or indirectly, and you'll wind up dead in an ally somewhere."

Richard shook his head. "I can't accept that. All you have to do is be really careful."

Eric grinned. "What, wear a condom at all times, never leave fingerprints or DNA, never get spotted by a witness or a security camera or private detective or policeman .... "

Richard grimaced and held up his hands in surrender. "All right, I give in. You really know how to spoil a guy's fantasies don't you?"

It was Eric's turn to look serious. "Ah, but what if I told you that there was a better way?"

This caught Richard's attention. "A better way? Tell me."

Eric shook his head and started to get up. "No, I don't think so. You'll just laugh."

Of course Richard couldn't resist. "Wait. I won't laugh, I promise."

Eric eyed him doubtfully. Then he said, "All right, but promise to hear me out before you say anything."

Richard nodded eagerly. "I promise."

Eric settled back in his chair and pointed a finger at his head. "Let me start with a few questions. Have you ever had a really realistic dream, one that seemed so real that you didn't question it at all?"

Richard nodded. "Of course. I think almost everyone has, one time or another. But what has that got to do with .... "

Eric held up a hand. "Hear me out. Have you ever had a dream where you were aware that it was a dream and tried to influence what was happening?"

Richard shrugged. "Again yes."

Eric nodded. "All right. So we are agreed that dreams can be absolutely lifelike down to the last detail, and we agree that it is also possible to be in a dream and still be mentally separate from it, and to even try to influence it." He waved his hand around, indicating all the other customers and the staff in the Café. "Now comes the interesting part. If everyone is capable of utterly realistic dreams, what if you could enter and control such dreams? You might ask, why bother? Why not just have a dream in your own mind? But think a minute. If you enter the other person's dream - I assume it is females that we are interested in - she will be providing the details of her thoughts, reactions, the details of her body, her fears and desires. In other words, you're not just having a fantasy or dirty dream, but actually interacting with the girl of your choice."

Richard started to dismiss the whole thing as idle fantasy, but a pretty girl seated at a nearby table caught his eye, and he imagined being inside her dirty dream and being able to move and act independently. It was an interesting idea.

Eric continued. "While controlling a waking human mind using some device or drug is almost impossible, controlling a dream is a different matter. After all you could say that hypnosis is a very primitive form of dream control. Just imagine it. Taking control of a beautiful woman's dream and doing anything you want to her. No bruises, no evidence or witnesses, no unexplained blackouts. No need to find a secret place to take her. You could make her forget or let her remember as much or as little as you want. She would be fresh and unblemished the next night, ready for more fun and games."

Richard was getting into the idea now. "Yeah, that would be kind of cool. You wouldn't risk getting caught or getting kicked in the balls if you're not careful. I like it. Now if only I could get someone to write some stories based on the idea." He suddenly had a thought and eyed Eric suspiciously. "You wouldn't by any chance be trying to sell me some novels would you?"

Eric laughed at the idea and shook his head. "Not at all. In fact, I want to give you something."

Richard leaned back and held out his hands defensively. "I don't need a timeshare or a bible."

Eric reached into his pocket and pulled out a large crudely stamped coin, which he held out to Richard.

Cautiously, Richard took the coin, which depicted a winged lyre on one side and a blazing arrow head on the other. He hefted it in his hand and frowned. It was surprisingly heavy. In fact it was heavy enough to be gold, but was probably lead covered with gold leaf.

Eric said, "You also need something that the woman of your choice has actually touched. That shouldn't be too difficult."

Richard frowned. "Need? Need for what?"

Ignoring his question, Eric said, "Just remember two things. First, do not enter the dream of someone who is insane. You won't be able to control the dream. Second, if she dies in the dream, her body dies too. And if you're still in her dream when she dies, you will die too." He grinned. "Have fun." Before Richard could say another word, he got up and walked away.

"Wait. Your coin," Richard said, getting up to follow. But by the time that he had pushed back his chair, Eric had disappeared. Shaking his head in puzzlement, he sat down again. He looked at the coin and wondered if it was stolen. On an impulse, he picked up his fork and gently scratched the rim of the coin. He gasped when the scratch revealed a bright golden glitter. The coin was really made of gold! Suddenly frightened, he stuffed it in his pocket and closed up his notebook.

He worried over what to do with the coin as he rode the Piccadilly line train back to his apartment up in Wood Green. He could take it to a coin dealer to be valued, but if it was stolen it would just get him in trouble. He could just toss it away and forget about it, but apart from the fact that it seemed to be solid gold, he couldn't bring himself to part with it. He put his hand in his pocket and touched it, feeling the receipt from the cafe crackle under his fingers. In the end, just like most people would have done, he chose to do nothing. He hung up his coat, leaving the coin in the pocket and went about his normal routine, with the vague idea of surfing the net later in the evening to see if he could identify the coin.

His parents had left him a sizeable inheritance, but which had only come to him when he turned twenty-four this year, but the trust set up by his deceased parents had given him a decent allowance and had paid for the apartment, so now he was in no hurry to find a career. He had tried the limousine and butler thing, but found it tremendously stuffy. He found living like he always had, but knowing that he had money on tap at any time was more fun. At the moment he was experimenting with being a freelance photographer and writer. He was planning to attend the opening of a new club in the West End in hopes of getting some saleable pictures of celebrities, so he spent the afternoon selecting his equipment and checking street maps of the area as well as the gossip blogs to see who might be attending.

Dinner was microwaved pasta, a piece of supermarket roast chicken and a large glass of Merlot. He didn't have a girlfriend at the moment and he wasn't in the mood to go out, so he decided watch TV and have an early night. Eric and his oddball coin were all but forgotten by the time he slid under the covers, switched off the lights and closed his eyes.