The Mind Control Device Chapter 19: Nineteen: Breeding the Mind-Controlled Cuties

The Mind Control Device

Chapter Nineteen: Breeding the Mind-Controlled Cuties

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2020

Note: Thanks to WRC264 for beta reading this!

Vivian Bailey

“I’m not sure I want to be bred,” I told Mr. Michaels. We were in his classroom. The school day was done, and I was reporting to my professor the progress I had made on programming the app and server software for his mind-control devices.

I was a lesbian. I liked girls, but thanks to the device controlling my mind, I also wanted Mr. Michaels. My pussy tingled in memory of his cock taking my virginity. I had cum so hard. I wanted more of his jizz in me, but children…

I was nineteen.

I pushed up my glasses. “Isn’t it enough to just breed my girlfriend?” Britney had spent the night at his place, and all of today she’d been talking about how he was going to breed her. Even now, she was walking around the college’s campus naked because of the mind-control.

That had been my idea.

“I’m young, Mr. Michaels.”

“I want you to type into the program, ‘842FA4 wants to be bred by 840F21. Nothing makes 842FA4 hornier than the idea of being bred by 840F21.’”

My pussy clenched. I was 842FA4, and he was 840F21. “You are so wicked for making me do this,” I said, unable to resist the mind-control puppeteering my brain. I wasn’t angry—couldn’t be angry. I was only… aroused. “This is corrupting you.”

“Yeah,” he admitted as he stood naked over me, his arms folded across his chest. A tall man, serious, with dark hair slicked back. He had his own pair of glasses on his face. Large frames, not the dainty ones I wore.

My fingers typed the command into the keyboard. The moment I hit enter, a wave of heat washed through me. I groaned, my pussy now completely molten. “Breed me, Mr. Michaels.” I needed his seed in me more than anything else in my life. I wanted to have his baby, and I was so wet. “Breed me right now. Please, please! I’m creaming through my panties.”

“Bend over my desk,” he ordered.

I did, planting my elbows on the desk, the sleeves of my shirt cushioning my arms from the hardness of the wooden surface. His hands grabbed the waistband of my jeans. He slid around and found the fastener. It popped open. The zipper rasped down. Then he yanked.

I groaned as he tore my jeans off my hips and yanked them down my thighs. I bet he could smell how wet I was through my panties. My pussy was molten. I had never been hornier in my life for anything. Not even the first time I went down on Britney’s pussy. She’d been the first girl I’d ever seduced. I had devoured that eighteen-year-old snatch and loved every moment of it, reveling in the lesbian delights I craved.

Now I wanted a man’s dick in me even more.

“Yes, yes, rip my panties down and breed me!” I moaned.

“Mmm, glad to give my students what they need,” he growled and hooked his fingers into my panties. He tugged them down. They slid off my rump, exposing my ass and then my pussy. I leaned my head down, my short, brown hair swaying. “Look at that.”

His finger slid through my curls to stroke up my pussy slit. I gasped at his masculine touch. That was no woman’s delicate digit. That was a man controlling me. My mind was changed to love this by the device.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I moaned, under the thrall of the machine’s brainwash. The infrasonic commands filled the air. Too high-pitched for me to hear. They controlled my brain waves. It was so wild. Science Fiction brought to life. “Breed me.”

His finger probed into me. I gasped as my pussy swallowed his digit with hunger. I sucked his finger into my twat wishing it as his dick. His finger couldn’t give me that seed I needed. I squirmed there, my hips wiggling. My glasses slipped down my nose.

He pumped it in and out of me, making me whimper. Groan. My pussy clenched down on him. A frustration grew in me. I had to have that dick in me. That seed. He brainwashed me to want this, and now he wasn’t giving it to me.

“Mr. Michaels, fuck me!” I gasped, thrusting my ass back and sliding my pussy further down his finger. “Just ram that cock in me. Don’t you want to fuck me? Breed me? I’m so tight and wet. You can feel it, can’t you? How much I need your cock.”

“Yes, I can,” he said, clearly savoring his power over me.

He pulled his finger out my twat. I gasped as my pussy felt so empty. I heard sucking. He was cleaning off my juices. He groaned. I whimpered, my ass wiggling. I pushed up my glasses and threw a look over my shoulder.

“Mr. Michaels!” I gasped. “Please! You did this to me! So please, please, please fuck me. Don’t I deserve to be bred? I’m working so hard on your code. I’m almost done. Just breed me. Reward me!”

“You have done amazing work,” he said. “Vivian, you are going to have so much fun once the network is up and running.” He pressed his cock against my pussy. “You’ll be able to enjoy almost any woman you want when you want to.”

“Yes,” I groaned, not caring about any of that right now. His cock slid through my pussy hair and pressed against my hot flesh. I groaned at that sizzling feel. “I just want to be creamed. Let me cum! Please, please, I need it!”

His dick’s tip rubbed up and down my pussy folds. He brushed my clit with it. He stirred up to my taint. I whimpered, aching for him to just bury that big dick in me. To fill me with every inch of his manhood. That would be incredible.

I would blaze with rapture. Just explode with all the passion that I had. It would be amazing to experience. Then his cum would spurt into me. That wonderful seed would flood my womb and find an egg in my Fallopian tube to impregnate.

Life would quicken in us. Our child.

He rammed his cock into me.

“Yes!” I moaned, my back arching. My cunt clenched down on his shaft. “Mr. Michaels!”

“I know,” he groaned as he sank deeper and deeper into my pussy. “Mmm, that’s it. That’s what you need.”

“Uh-huh,” I groaned, my cunt squeezing around his dick. I wiggled my hips in slow circles, my pussy melting around his thick shaft. “Oh, Mr. Michaels!”

“I know,” he panted and drew back.

My pussy clenched about his dick. I held him tight. I gripped him with passion. That amazing shaft felt wonderful in me. He slammed back into me. He buried to the hilt in my pussy a second time, his balls smacking into my clit. Though cushioned by my bush, his nuts still felt incredible spanking my bud.

Sparks of delight flared.

I squirmed my hips, stirring my cunt around his cock as he pumped it in and out of me. He buried that dick to the hilt in me and then pulled it back out. It was incredible to feel. I moaned, loving every second of him reaming into me. He fucked me with passion. He plunged that cock to the hilt in me again and again. I would have such an amazing orgasm on this cock. I would just explode. It would be awesome. I couldn’t wait for that burst of pleasure to ripple through my body.

I worked my hips in naughty circles. I groaned as he fucked that dick into me. He pounded me with passion. He buried over and over and over into me. He rammed that dick to the hilt in me with such vigor and passion.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes!” I gasped. “Oh, my god. That’s intense. Mr. Michaels, you’re going to breed me. You’re going to make me cum!”

The door to his classroom opened as my words burst from my mouth. A girl squeaked, “That’s so awesome, Vivian!”

My girlfriend, Britney, darted into the classroom naked. I had mind-controlled her to go naked so every girl could lust after my lover. They were all envious of her. Girls had been texting me all day saying they wished they could make love to Britney and envied that she was all mine. Her light-brown hair swayed about her round and freckled face. Joy burst in her green eyes. As she darted to me, her small breasts hardly did more than jiggle. She was a slender, petite thing, her bush gleaming with her excitement.

“Oooh, you’re going to be pregnant at the same time as me!” Britney said as she reached the other side of the desk. “That’s going to be awesome. We can go to Lamaze classes together and experience it all at the same time. Our children will be siblings. Ooh, if they’re daughters, we can raise them to love each other.”

“Yes!” I moaned, my cunt clenching down on Mr. Michaels’s hard cock. “I want you to breed me, Mr. Michaels. Knock me up!”

“Knock her up, Daddy!” cried June Michaels. Britney’s best friend darted up, her brown hair gathered in pigtails. She wore a girlish skirt and blouse, the top pink and the bottoms purple. She stopped before us, hands gripping the straps of her backpack. She bounced in place beside Britney. “Breed her.”

“Yes, Daddy,” moaned Eve Michaels. She was a year older than me. She pushed up her glasses, her strawberry-blonde hair also in pigtails. She sauntered towards us, this whorish look in her eyes. “Knock her up and then knock me up, Daddy.”

“And me!” June said, bouncing in place. “I want to have your babies, Daddy. I love you!”

“I want to be your broodmare slut, Daddy!” Eve moaned. “I want you to fire all that cum in my pussy and then piss in me. Make it filthy. Maybe fuck Britney in the ass first.”

“What?” gasped Britney, her hands darting behind her to grab her ass.

“You say the most depraved things, Dusk,” Mr. Michaels said. “Damn, I just might.”

Eve—or Dusk, I guessed she preferred—beamed at her father. She squeezed her tits through her low-cut top, her green eyes smoldering as she watched me getting fucked. Mr. Michael’s dick buried hard into my cunt. Fast. He fucked me with powerful strokes.

Britney leaned down, her face right before mine. She kissed me. I groaned into her lips, savoring the taste of pussy on them. She must have been eating out June. I couldn’t do anything about June getting to touch my girlfriend.

Mr. Michaels spoiled his youngest daughter.

But no other girl at our college would get to touch Britney without my permission. Just lust for the cutie.

My tongue danced with hers as Mr. Michael pounded me hard and fast. My orgasm built and built. My pussy clenched around his dick. My hips wiggled from side to side, stirring that amazing dick around in me. I would have such a huge orgasm.

Just an amazing explosion of bliss that would erupt through me. It would be incredible. As my pussy spasmed around Mr. Michael’s dick thrusting in and out of me, I would milk out his cum. I would work out all that jizz into my fertile womb.

My cunt clamped down on his dick.