Time Manipulation Mind Control Chapter 11: Mind-Controlled Teacher’s Passion

Time Manipulation Mind Control

Chapter Eleven: Mind-Controlled Teacher’s Passion

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2018

Justin Sampson

I had such a cocky grin as I passed the “sewage worker.” He probably was a government agent, but he couldn’t prove that I stopped time. That I was the source of the strange anomaly they were looking for. Nor could they figure out that my sister was the other one. It was clear they’d tracked it to my college, but there were hundreds of students here, and that didn’t count the staff.

So I just sauntered past him, my girlfriend, Sam, walking at my side.

She was in her usual baggy clothes: sweatshirt and pants. Her black hair was gathered in a loose braid. She didn’t wear her hair that way to look cute—though, she did look cute in a nerdy way—but to keep her hair out of her face. She was a practical sort of person. Her emotions almost entirely suppressed. When they flared in her, they burned bright.

It made her… interesting.

She was a delight to be around. If you glanced at us, you’d would probably think we were just friends since I didn’t have my arm around her shoulders or waist, nor were we holding hands. She believed in keeping things proper.

“So you need to pick me up at 5:25 PM precisely,” she was saying in answer to my question on why I had to pick her up at such a strange time for our date tonight, “so we can reach the pizza restaurant at 5:37.”

“Uh-huh,” I said, nodding as we walked down the hallway from the cafeteria, heading towards our tryst with Miss Daisy. I was eager to fuck my English teacher again, and this time with her conscious of me. I was even more excited to see her and Sam do naughty things together.

“Yes, we should be finished with our dinner at approximately 6:30, leaving us ten minutes to make the start of the 6:40 showing of A Quiet Place. I have already purchased our tickets.”

I blinked. “Really, a horror movie?”

It’s customary,” she said. “The movie will make me scared, and I will cling to you. Then you will be protective, and that will arouse me. We shall start kissing, then making out. By 7:30, we should be at a frenzy point where we will sneak out to your car to copulate.”

“You want to lose her virginity in the backseat of a car at the movie theater?” I asked her.

“Yes. Isn’t that the customary way for a young woman to lose it?”

“I suppose,” I said, a smile playing on my lips.

“That will leave us some time to enjoy ourselves and cuddle in a post-coital bliss afterwards,” she continued. “Then 8:01 PM shall arrive and we can experiment with your powers.”

“Oh well, it’ll probably be around 8:30 since I froze Coach Johnson and used up all the charge I’d accumulated.”

She blinked, studying me. “I had not factored the effect on your recharge time would be for pausing the coach like that.” Her head cocked. “Well, the movie tickets are already purchased. We’ll just have another thirty minutes for foreplay and cuddling.”

“Sounds good,” I said, a smile playing on my lips.

Not only could I stop time when my powers recharge d fully, which took twelve hours, I could also divert that power to cause just an individual to pause. Stopping one person while everyone else was unaffected took more power versus pausing the entire world. It seemed contradictory, but I didn’t understand how any of this actually worked. As much fun as it would be to pause an individual, it seemed like such a waste when I could pause everybody and give my hypnotic command to as many people as could hear me.

Sam figured out that I could mind-control people, too. Luckily, she didn’t mind that I turned her bisexual. I could’ve made her a slut, like I had other girls including my own mother, but she was Sam. I never realized that I had feelings for her as anything more than my friend until today. It was like my feelings were nestled inside of me, buried by my raging lust for the other girls at my college. Those whores like Aurora or Petra or Paris.

Two of those girls were my sex slaves now, and it wouldn’t be much longer before Paris cracked and surrendered to her lust.

“Well, we are going to have an amazing first date,” I said, Miss Daisy’s classroom just ahead.

Sam nodded her head. She drew a deep breath. “It makes me feel more than a little… breathy that we are about to have sexual relations with our English teacher. It makes me quite wet. It is all your fault, perv.”

I grinned at her as I yanked open the door to the busty, redheaded professor’s classroom. “Yep.”

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Aurora Pritchard

“So how does the sex-slave thing work, Aurora?” Rebecca, my fellow cheerleader and sex slave to Justin, asked. She just sat down across from me at the cafeteria table. She set down her plate covered in a chicken Caesar salad, nearly identical to the one that I had before me.

Though she’d added croutons to hers. I didn’t want the carbs.

“Yes, how does this work?” Tracy, the busty brunette, asked as she took the seat beside Rebecca. “I mean, I know we just do whatever sexual things Justin wants, but is there anything else?”

“There will be spankings,” Petra, my gorgeous Hispanic friend, said as she took the seat beside me. She had gone with a solid drizzle of the cheesy Caesar dressing. “And he might tie us up.”

I gave Petra a curious look. She’d held back info on her desires from me. Of course, so had I.

“Spanking?” Rebecca asked. Her blonde hair swayed about her face. “That’s pretty kinky.”

Tracy nodded her head.

“I can’t wait until Master spanks me,” I said. “I keep being a brat, but he’s rather new at this.”

“So, you must’ve punched his V-card yesterday, Aurora, when you fucked him in the bathroom.”

“How did you even get out of there?” Tracy asked. “And how did José and Cassandra take your place?”

“There’s a lot of weird stuff going on today,” Rebecca added. She glanced over the table to the right where a group of guys were eating their food without their hands, just digging into it like they were wild animals.

Were those the same guys who were gangbanging Pearline earlier?

“Let’s not forget the fact that I was driven wild with lust to masturbate until I became Justin’s slave,” Petra said before she jabbed her fork into her salad. “What’s up with that?”

“And we did have an orgy in her PE class,” Tracy said. “I don’t even seem to recall Justin entering the locker room, just him being in the shower and me having to go and be his sex slave all of a sudden.”

Rebecca nodded her head, delight on her face as she shuddered. “I know, it was so amazing. It was like I just realized that I was his. That he owned my pussy.”

I smiled, Master had accidentally made them both into sex slaves when he was fucking me during frozen time. He was talking about owning my body, my pussy, but they overheard him.

Should I tell them? They were all just his slaves now. I couldn’t help the smirk playing on my lips.

“You know something,” Petra said, giving me a look. “Spit it out, puta!”

“Well…” I said, squirming on the hard, plastic seat. How would they take it? I’d handled the truth fine, but then it was always my fantasy to be mind-controlled into being a sex slave.

“Stop holding out on us,” Petra said, giving me a hard look. “Things are weird around here. I can’t believe Steve turned out to be gay all of a sudden. He used to love spanking my ass and then eating out my pussy. He absolutely loved my snatch. Now you’re telling me he only likes sucking on your ex-boyfriend’s cock, Aurora?”

“Fine,” I said, leaning forward.

A conspiratorial air settled on our table as my fellow sex slaves all leaned in. Rebecca’s blue eyes twinkled, and Tracy licked her lips. Petra quivered beside me, eager to find out what was going on. Would they even believe me?

“I know this is going to sound crazy,” I said, “but it’s all true. Justin has powers. He… can freeze time. While time is paused, anything he says to someone acts like… a hypnotic suggestion.” An awed smile crossed my lips. “It changes you.”

“He made us into his sex slaves?” Tracy asked.

“That’s why he just appeared in the locker room!” exclaimed Rebecca. “And why I suddenly wanted to go serve him because I thought he owned my pussy!”

“Making you two into sex slaves was an accident,” I said, shifting. “I was fucking Tracy with my strap-on while time was frozen, and Justin was fucking me. He was saying naughty things like how he owned my pussy and how I was his property and, well, you two just overheard.”

“Are you saying Jefe made me so horny and unable to cum until I begged to be his sex slave?” Petra asked, her eyes wide.

“Yep. He was getting back at you and Paris for being such cunts to him.” I arched an eyebrow at her. “All three of us were terrible to him. But now… we worship him.”

“Not Paris,” Petra said. “Where is she?”

“Resisting.” I grinned. “But not for too much longer. You saw her when I went live. She’s out of her mind with lust.”

Petra nodded her head.

“I think you watched that, but I heard it,” Tracy said, her hand squeezing her tits together. “Master came all over my boobs while watching. Then I got to lick them clean while he fucked me from behind.”

“Oh, you’re so lucky to have tits that big,” Rebecca said. “Are mine big enough to give Master a titty fuck?”

“Maybe,” Tracy said, her hand squeezing Rebecca’s boob through her blouse. “They are nice and plump.”

I smiled. None of them were angry. Justin had changed them. They were his now. Just like me.

“Justin’s not the only one that has powers,” I said, glancing to my right. His little sister was staring at us. I waved at her while saying, “Krystal also has the ability. There’s something special about them.”

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Krystal Sampson

I looked away from Aurora, my jaw clenching. Such anger rippled through me. I was positive that Justin had brainwash my girlfriend, Ji-Yun. I stared down at my lunch, a hamburger and tater tots. I grabbed one of the tots and rubbed it into the dab of ketchup while I ground my teeth together. I had to get back at my brother somehow.

I glanced back at Aurora. Could I do something to her? It looked like he was gathering other sex slaves. What could I do to them when time was paused? What sort of commands could I put in their heads?

“Do you want to eat them out?” Ji-Yun asked me. She was my Korean girlfriend, as well as my best friend. She sat across the table from me, a petite girl like myself, her silky, black hair gathered in a braid that left her delicate face clear to be admired. “I bet they all have a pussy full of your brother’s cum.” She smacked her lips. “That sounds so yummy. We definitely have to eat them out.”

“You just want to do that because he brainwashed you,” I muttered.

Ji-Yun shrugged. “You brainwashed me into liking pussy. Your pussy. All girls’ pussies.” She shrugged. “What’s the difference?”

“It just is,” I snapped. “I’m your friend. My brother’s just a big pervert.”

“And you’re not a pervert?” Ji-Yun gave me a naughty grin. “How many girls’ panties do you have in your pocket? I know I have about a dozen pairs.”

My cheeks burned. I told every pretty girl I came across during paused time that she needed to give me her panties. Turned out, I loved smelling freshly worn panties, enjoying the scent of fresh pussy on them. My pockets bulged with all the pairs I’d been given.

“It’s different,” I muttered.

“You’re both changing things,” Ji-Yun continued.