Time Manipulation Mind Control Chapter 10: Slut’s Frustrated Passion

Time Manipulation Mind Control

Chapter Ten: Slut’s Frustrated Passion

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2018

Justin Sampson

“Now you listen here, you naughty little bitch!” Coach Johnson snarled as she ripped down Sam’s panties, a look of shock crossing my girlfriend’s face. “I can eat any cunt I want in this locker room.”

I couldn’t believe this was happening. Shock rooted me in place as my girlfriend’s brown bush came into view. Sam struggled to stop the lesbian coach from eating her pussy. She cried out my name as she fought to keep Coach Johnson away from her pussy.

“Justin! Help!” Sam cried, her eyes wide behind her glasses.

Anger shot through me with a fiery heat. I wasn’t furious at Coach Johnson, but at myself. Once again, I’d given a command without thinking through the consequences. The woman believed she could lick any pussy who came into her locker room now. That included my girlfriend’s pussy. And what about the girls who came in the next class?

They wouldn’t know that they could have an orgy in here.

“Shit!” I growled as I darted forward, my hard cock flopping before me.

“Stop this right now!” Sam hissed, both her hands pressed on the coach’s forehead. “I did not come in here to engage in lesbian coitus with you, Coach!”

“But I have to educate you!” Coach Johnson groaned, a strained, throaty quality to her voice. Her tongue thrust out before her, wiggling as she struggled to clear those last two inches to my girlfriend’s snatch.

I grabbed Coach Johnson by the shoulder and wrenched her head back. She glared at me, anger flaring across her face. She struggled to escape my grip, fighting hard. She had strength, her body possessing lean and compact build of a woman who pumped irons. She had a desperate look in her eyes as she struggled to obey my commands. I fought against her, but my hands, sweaty from fucking, slipped. I struggled to keep gripping her shoulder, but I couldn’t hold her back.

Her head dived for Sam’s pussy.

I needed to stop her!

A surge of power, diverted from the reservoir building up inside of me, raced through my body. It was like tingles that happened when my extremities fell asleep, those pins and needles of numb flesh. It raced down my arm to my hand. To my fingers. It poured into the woman.

She froze.

I gaped as she stopped moving, utterly paused. Her hair, sweeping about her shoulders, had halted in midair in a way that physics wouldn’t allow. Gravity should be pulling her tresses down and momentum should keep them whipping to the side.

I didn’t mean to freeze her. Didn’t know I could freeze her.

“What is going on?” Sam gasped.

I had no idea I could individually pause someone. Could I hypnotize Coach Johnson like this? I didn’t know, but I had to act. I leaned down and hissed in Coach Johnson’s ear, “You can only lick the girls’ pussies who are in this current class. No others. You can’t lick Sam’s pussy. You can’t lick your students who are in your other classes. Only this one.”

I released her. Time resumed for a few seconds after I let her go.

Her hair finished whipping around. She blinked, shaking her head. She stared up at Sam and said, “Oh, what am I doing? I can’t teach you. You’re not in this class.”

Coach Johnson rose on unsteady legs, confusion sweeping across her face. She looked at the other girls having an orgy, all but Aurora and Petra writhing in lesbian passion. Those two were standing together, holding each other’s hands.

“Mmm, I need to go teach Tracy. Those big boobs you have need to be educated.” The gym coach stumbled away, licking her lips. I let out a relieved sigh.

I glanced at my hands. This was such an unusual development. A useful one, but it drank up all my energy reserves. I could freeze one person, but it would delay how much longer it took until I could freeze everything. It felt like it used far, far more energy to hold one in stasis. I’d only frozen her for, what, a few moments? But it had wasted the last thirty minutes of my power’s buildup.

A twenty-fourth of my energy reserve.

I had to be careful about how to use this. What if I had done it when I was half full. Could I have wasted even more energy?

Then I realized that Sam was staring at me. Her eyes were blinking owlishly behind her glasses. She calmly pulled up her panties and then bent down to snag her sweatpants bunched around her ankles. I tensed, realizing she knew.

“Fuck,” I muttered.

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Salome “Sam” Shapiro

As I drew up my sweatpants, everything became clear in my mind. Justin had frozen the coach for approximately thirty seconds. There was no denying that he’d utterly arrested the movement of her hair, defying multiple laws of physics. He had somehow generated a local time distortion centered solely around her.

I assessed my boyfriend. “You can stop time.” My eyes flicked up and down him. “You are behind the anomalies with the atomic clocks.”

“Yeah,” he said, a sheepish look crossing his face. He stood tense, like he was afraid. He scratched at the back of his head.

“That quip you made on the way to school was the truth. You can stop time with your mind. Is it only local?”

“I didn’t know I could freeze one person until just now. Normally… I freeze everything. Mostly.” He added as an afterthought.

“Interesting.” My thoughts sorted through possibilities. “How do you do it?”

“Not really sure. There is just this sort of… potential energy that grows inside of me. Power gatherers, then I can apply it to stop time.”

“You build up the potential to affect spacetime inside of you,” I stated, my mind dissecting his words. “Just like a battery storing an electrical charge?”

Justin nodded his head.

“Where does this temporal charge come from?”

“It appears to be external,” Justin answered. His forehead furrowed. “I really don’t understand how I build it up. Just that I can.”

“Is this connected to Project KRONOS?” I asked.

My boyfriend answered with a blank look.

“So you have never heard of any government project like that?” I asked despite already knowing the answer now.

“Project KRONOS is a government thing?” He gave me a look. “Sounds, like a conspiracy theory thing.”

I nodded my head. “I admit I do have a fascination with those sorts of things. I am a member of a number of websites and forums, both on the dark web and the normal internet, that dabble in this sort of things. My sources say that Project KRONOS was an attempt to manipulate time. Further, my source says that the NSA is operating in the area. They might be posing as those sewage workers lurking around our campus.”

He frowned. “Searching for the source of the time discrepancy?”

“It is possible their calculations of the event are more precise than those of us on the internet have figured out.”

“Shit,” he said. “But… come on, they couldn’t prove that someone was freezing time. I mean, it’s pretty crazy. How would they know who was doing it?”

“I presume that is why they have their agents roaming our school.”

He frowned. “Are you sure that they’re part of the government?”

“Well…” I shifted. “No, it could just be all a coincidence. The company’s name uses the same letters as the National Security Agency. My sources say they use an acrostic of their abbreviation for their fake business’s name.”

“Nasty Sewage Assault…” Justin’s eyebrows furrowed. “That is kind of a stupid name. I just thought…” He shook his head. “So, what, the government gave me these powers? And my sister?”

Was she responsible for the time that didn’t fit the pattern? “The… lunchtime event was her?”

Justin nodded his head.

“Interesting. And, to your knowledge, you have had no contact with any sort of government agencies? You haven’t received any strange injection or had any weird medical procedures performed on you?”

“No, I mean, I haven’t even been to the dentist in over a year,” he said. “I don’t remember the last time I saw a doctor.”

“Hmm, perhaps this is just a conspiracy theory trying to explain this strange phenomenon. Still, we should be on our guard around those sewage workers.”

Justin nodded his head.

“And you can also hypnotize people, right?” I asked.

He froze. I don’t mean that time stopped, just that his body went entirely stiff. He swallowed, giving me a wary look.

“That is why I find it acceptable that you have sex with your mother,” I continued, “and why I am no longer jealous about Aurora.”

“Yeah.” He ran his hand through his messy, black hair. “You mad?”

“No. You didn’t make me into a slut like them.”

“You’re my friend,” Justin said. “I mean, I like you.”

I nodded my head. “You just made me bisexual and to accept things about your new lifestyle.”

“Well, I mean, if you did like me, I didn’t want there to be any sort of… issues.”

“Very practical,” I said, nodding my head in approval. “I could’ve wasted a lot of emotional energy on being jealous of Aurora or your mother. It would probably have destroyed the affection I felt for you.”

A smiled across his lips. “That’s the Sam I know.”

A sudden rush of bubbling warmth rose inside of me. I acted without thought, seizing Justin’s kissing him hard. His lips felt so wonderful on mine. The blood rushed through my veins as I clung to his naked body. His arms wrapped around me, holding me.

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Justin Sampson

It shocked me that Sam kissed me with such enthusiasm. Then I relaxed and enjoyed. I hugged her tight, cock rubbing against her sweatshirt-covered stomach. Her mouth was hot and eager on mine. She kissed me with such enthusiasm. I savored it.

Then she pulled away from me, her freckled cheeks blushing crimson. Catching me in the middle of the lesbian orgy hadn’t put color on her cheeks, but kissing me…

I grinned like a foolish boy.

“I shouldn’t have done that in the middle of your PE class,” she said, fiddling with her sweatshirt. “Classes are still in session.”

I shook my head. “You’re one of a kind. That’s what I like about you. Love about you.”

A smile slid across her lips for moment.

“So you’re really not mad at me?” I asked, still not quite believing it.

“As I said, you didn’t make me your slut,” she said calmly. “And since you are a great pervert, that is truly saying something.”

I glanced over at the orgy. “I am a big pervert.”

“So we shall continue dating. How often can you stop time?”

“Every twelve hours.”

She nodded her head. “Yes, you did disappear right after 8 AM.