Time Manipulation Mind Control Chapter 1: Slut’s Frozen Passion

Time Manipulation Mind Control

Chapter One: Slut’s Frozen Passion

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2018

Justin Sampson

“Why is dad up this early?” I muttered to my sister, Krystal, as I tied my shoes by our front door.

Krystal shook her head at me, her black hair, gathered in a pair of pigtails, dance about her elfin face. “I don’t know why—”

“Why the fuck isn’t dinner ready?” our father shouted from the kitchen. “God dammit, Bethany! Can’t you do anything right?”

“Dinner?” I frowned at my sister. “How drunk is he?”

She only flinched as something shattered in the kitchen. I didn’t hear her mother’s response. A moment later, our father burst out of the kitchen and stumbled into the living room past us. His beer got thrust before his, his stained undershirt clinging to his rotund body. He collapsed into his recliner, aluminum cans crunching beneath his fat ass. He kicked out his feet, leaned the chair back, and extended the footrest.

“Can’t do anything fucking right?” he muttered, his words slurred. Then he glanced at me. “What’re you looking at, you little shit?”

“Nothing,” I muttered. I finished tying my shoe and straighten. “Just going to college, dad.”

“College?” he grunted. He then grabbed a beer, the can hissing as he pulled back on the tab, opening it. Then he pounded it down.

I was nineteen, nearly a man. I should stand up to him. I should protect my mom. But I was a coward. I wrenched open the door, holding it open for my petite, little sister to scurry outside into the morning air. Then I followed her, slamming the door behind me.

I felt like such a loser. Sometimes I wanted everything to just freeze so I could think. So I could figure out what to do, how to handle the situation. When my parents fought, I just huddled there like a little kid. I was nineteen. I should protect my mom. My little sister.

Krystal scurried ahead of me, the eighteen-year-old girl putting distance between me and her. Though we both walked to the same School, Glassner College, she hated walking with me. She didn’t want to associate with Justin Sampson, the loser. She had friends.

My best friend just switched colleges because of me.

I tried not to dwell on how much of a fuck up I was as I shuffled my way toward school. I kicked stones on the sidewalk, watching them bounce and scatter before me. I hated going to college, but I hated being at home more. Between the two, college was the slightly better choice. No drunk father yelling. No watching my mother cringe and try to hide another bruise on her cheek with too much concealer. I just had to put up with snooty girls who thought I was a pervert and their glowering boyfriends who somehow thought I was a threat to their masculinity just because I all ogled their pretty girlfriends. I just had to deal with teachers droning on and on about their boring subjects. I hated being stupefied by the drivel of our cheap college.

Damn, I miss Eddie.

If he were here, I’d have someone to joke with. To past the tedium with text messages. It wasn’t the same when we weren’t sharing the classes together. There was my other friend, Sam, but she was shy. It was like talking to a wall with her sometimes. A wall that nodded her head and sometimes would say, “Yeah,” or, “I get that,” but wouldn’t add anything.

My slower pace let my little sister get farther and farther away from me. Soon she was a half block ahead, walking with one of her friends, the pair laughing and giggling. It didn’t bother her at all what happened at her home. Or maybe this was just how she coped. I stared at them as they walked, growing a little heated in the cheeks from the way their skirt swayed about their rumps.

Her friend, Ji-Yun, was a tall and skinny Korean girl who had a nice ass. The wiggle of her hips looked enticing as she walked beside my sister. Krystal also looked delicious with that tight rump and her lithe legs.

I adjusted myself as my cock grew hard.

I shouldn’t lust after my sister, but she was this petite thing blossoming into womanhood. It seemed like only a few years ago when she was a flat-chested string bean. But now.. Now she was becoming so… appealing.

I blinked when I noticed the way she was holding Ji-Yun’s hand, the pair whispering and giggling. An intimacy formed around them. They looked like they were in their own world. Ideas percolated through my perverted, teenage mind.

Did they ever… practice kissing together?

The fantasy of my sister and her Asian friend trading kisses filled my thoughts during the last few blocks to my college. I hardly noticed my surroundings, everything fading. My cock grew harder and harder as I picture the two eighteen-year-old girls kissing, their tongues fluttering together. Their hands exploring each other’s nubile bodies.

I couldn’t get the images out of my mind. My sister and her friend Ji-Yun stripping each other’s bodies, exposing their budding breasts. Their slender fingers squeezing and kneading each other as they took turns sucking on the other’s nipples. Lips smacking, both moaning and squealing in delight. There hips shifting as they grew hotter and hotter. Their hands explored lower, reaching for their crotches. For their pussies.

I was so hard. I adjusted myself, trying to get my dick comfortable as I pictured Ji-Yun kneeling between my little sister’s thighs, staring at her eighteen-year-old pussy. In my mind, the Korean girl nuzzled her face into my sister’s snatch to take her first lick.

God, I want to masturbate so badly. I squeezed my erection and—

The sound of girls laughing dragged me out of my fantasy. I blinked and looked around, realizing I was walking up to the college’s main entrance. The brown brick exterior rose above me, glass windows piercing it at regular intervals. I shook my head, coming out of my trance.

The peals of laughter drew my attention to my right. The three hottest girls at our college, and the three bitchiest, stood in a small circle. Aurora, Paris, and Petra were looking at me, sneers dancing in their eyes. Petra, the Hispanic girl with golden brown skin and large tits almost spilling out of her low-cut halter top, pointed at me. Her curly light-brown hair dance about her face as she laughed harder.

“God, what a fucking pervert,” Aurora sneered. The blonde and perky head cheerleader gave me such a glare. Her green eyes were so hard. Her blonde hair, gathered in her usual ponytail, swayed behind her she shook her head. “What are you looking at, dick-diddler?”

“Stop staring at us, freak,” Paris hissed. Her dark-brown hair fell in waves around her face. She dressed to show off all her daddy’s money, her designer clothing fitting her slender and elegant figure to perfection. Her lithe legs descended from beneath a short, bronze skirt. Her heels gave her calves such shape. My already hard dick throbbed despite the insults they shouted at me.

“God, can’t believe he still staring at us,” Petra groaned, her big tits jiggling in her top.

“Fuck off, dweeb,” snarled Aurora, her hands on her hips now. She glared at me.

“Fucking bitches,” I muttered at them and turned to walk away.

As I headed into the college, I heard a guy asked, “What has you girls looking so pissed about?”

“That fucking perverted freak Justin was eye-raping us again,” Aurora said. Her voice became smooth like honey. “Mmm, but I’m glad you’re here so you can drive him off.”

I threw a look over my shoulder in time to witness Aurora’s sliding her arms around the neck of her boyfriend, Chris. Of course she was dating the quarterback of our college’s football team. She was that much of a cunt. Chris glared at me, his face square and bluff, the type of face perfect for charging forward like a bull into a defensive lineman’s chest. His blue eyes focused at me with an intensity. He ran a hand through his buzz-short, blond hair. His jaw tightened.

My shoulders tensed.

I vanished inside the President building before I had to deal with that asshole. I wasn’t looking forward to being harassed because he thought I was ogling his girlfriend again.

My hardon subsided as I drifted through the hallway, flowing with the crowd of students. They talked around me. Lockers rattled opened and slammed shut. Students looked at their phones, showing off the screens to their friends, laughing about something. Some of them glanced at me.



It made my cheeks warm. Did that bitch Aurora post something on social media about me? Half the student body followed her on Instagram were she posted flirty pics of herself and what other skimpy lingerie she bought.

She was such an exhibitionist slut.

I’d almost reached my first period class when Principal Brooks, the head of our college, passed by me. His cadaverous face glanced at me, his bloodless lips pursed tight. He had the look of a skeleton wearing flesh, his gray hair weedy and thin. He shook his head and looked about to say something.

So I just kept walking.

He suspected I changed my grades by hacking into the college’s system. It was the reason why my friend Eddie switched schools. His parents were pissed thinking he might’ve been involved in something like that. My parents, especially my dad, didn’t give a shit.

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Aurora Pritchard

“God, he is a disgusting freak,” Petra said then shuddered, her Latina accent thickening her words. “Just a puto.”

“Fucking can’t stand that dweeb,” Chris muttered. My boyfriend’s arms tightened around me, making me squirm in his embrace. I could feel my boyfriend’s dick hard against my rump, sending a naughty thrill through me. He was hot. He could ogle my body all day and grope his cock while doing it. My fingers blazed across my phone’s as I finished my Instagram message. I hit send on it, alerting the entire college to what that pervert was doing.

In moments, my friend Shelly responded with, “OMG!! I can’t believe he was groping himself while staring at you!!!” She capped it off with a yucky face and a throwing up emoji.

My fingers blazed as I type back: “You have no idea!!! I need to take a shower! Feel so dirty!”

“Yeah,” Paris said, her manicured hands clutching her cell phone. Her fingers typed as she responded to my comment. “Someone should do something about that disgusting prick.”

Chris’s arms tightened around me, holding me tight against him. He nuzzled into my ear, pushing aside my blonde hair. I shivered as he nibbled on my earlobe before he whispered, “Maybe me and my friends should do something about him. Remind him can’t just squeeze that little pecker of his while staring at my girl.”

I shuddered, wiggling my hips, “Oh? What are you going to do to him?”

“Rough him up a little,” he said, his hands rubbing at my belly. “Scare the shit out of. Me, Lance, and Steve will make sure he understands. We’ll teach him a lesson.”

A pleased shudder ran through me. I lifted up my phone, the camera on. I saw our faces on my screen, his over my shoulder smile spreading across his lips. Right before I took the picture, I said, “You’re such a great boyfriend.”

The phone snapped the pic, recording our happy moment. My fingers were blazing as I uploaded it to Instagram, captioning it: The best boyfriend ever! Such a sweetie! #blessed

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Justin Sampson

Miss Daisy’s class was as torturous as ever. The new English teacher, fresh from college, was a busty, redheaded beauty whose tits overflowed her tight blouse today. I sat in the back by my friend Sam, her eyes down in her textbook, unable to appreciate the redheaded goddess inhabiting our classroom. My dick was so hard again.