Time Manipulation Mind Control Chapter 12: Sex Slave’s Naughty Plan

Time Manipulation Mind Control

Chapter Twelve: Sex Slave’s Naughty Plan

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2018

Aurora Pritchard

“I wonder where Krystal is off to in such a hurry,” I said to my fellow sex slaves—Rebecca, Petra, Tracy and I were sitting at a table in our college’s cafeteria—as Krystal, our Master’s little sister, and her girlfriend, the Korean Ji-Yun, rushed out of the cafeteria.

“Maybe they’re going to go fuck,” Petra said. She was one of my best friends. I was so happy that she’d accepted her new role as Justin’s sex slave. Now only our other friend, Paris, needed to surrender to her lust and to stop being such a stubborn bitch.

“Maybe they are,” I said, watching the pair scurry towards the exit. They darted past Vince, the most openly gay guy in our school. I wondered if he would hit on my ex-boyfriend now that Master had turned Chris gay. I shifted, thinking that would be hot. I blinked and…

Vince disappeared like he had popped out of existence.

At the same moment, every guy in the cafeteria, at least the ones who were at least moderately handsome and in shape, stood up and all headed towards the boys’ restroom. It was the one next to the single use bathroom where Justin had fucked me in yesterday. I blinked in surprise as some of boys started holding each other’s hands.

Vince was over by the bathroom now. How had he crossed the cafeteria in an eye blink? He looked so pleased, such a big grin on his face, as the guys flowed past him inside. All the girls in the cafeteria, and the few husky or nerdy guys who didn’t join the parade, stared in shock.

“This is going to be great,” a guy named Mike said he strolled by my table. He was holding hands with our college’s star running back, Marquise. “Can’t wait to suck your dick, man.”

My jaw dropped.

“Are they about to have a gay orgy in there?” Tracy asked, the busty brunette sex slave leaning over the table towards me. Her tits swayed in her blouse. “Did… Master pause time again?”

I shook my head. “Justin wouldn’t do this. I…” A strange idea struck me. “I think Vince paused time. And I think he made his own a harem of guys.”

“Well, that’s ambitious,” Rebecca, my fellow cheerleader sex slave, said. She was another accidental sex slave, created when her and Tracy heard words Justin spoke to me while time was paused..

They were accidents like me, mind-controlled to be Justin’s.

“Yeah,” I said, an interesting idea percolated through my mind. Our Master could make any girl at our college into his sex slave. The next time he paused time, he could have an entire army of nubile women all loving and serving him.

All brainwashed to be his.

My pussy went molten wet. I shifted in my seat, wanting to just reach between my thighs and finger myself. I wished Master had let us join him and his girlfriend for their “study session” with Miss Daisy. But he wanted to have fun with just his girlfriend and the busty professor.

I bet the professor would make a good sex slave. Miss Daisy had a beautiful, red hair and tits as big as Tracy’s.

My phone trilled an announcement, telling me I had a text message from Paris. I read it and smiled. “I’m surrendering. You won. I need to fuck my Master.”

I smiled and stood up, staring at my fellow sex slave. “Let’s go, girls, were about to have some more fun.”

Vince could have his harem of boys because it left more girls for Justin to enjoy.

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Krystal Sampson

I sprinted with my Korean girlfriend, Ji-Yun, at my side. Paris had a good lead on us. The bitchy rich girl was surprisingly fast in those five-inch heels of hers. She was motivated to get to my brother an fuck him. She really wanted to become his sex slave. I didn’t want to become my brother’s sex slave, but I did ache to fuck him.

My naughty girlfriend, apparently, could stop time, too. She’d used her power to brainwash me into being bi. Thanks to her, guys turned me on. Especially my brother. I couldn’t wait to writhe in incestuous passion with him. Maybe I should be mad at Ji-Yun, but I couldn’t be. It was only fair since I made Ji-Yun like girls.

Like me.

My excitement kept me from really wondering why when Justin froze time, I wasn’t paused, but when Ji-Yun did it, she froze me. I would have thought that I would’ve been immune from her power. I didn’t even feel her time-stoppage rushing over me. It was almost like we weren’t on the same wavelength or something.

Sam would understand this.

After I fucked Justin, I’d asked her about it. She was, like, dating my brother now. I don’t know what he saw in the nerdy girl—she was so mousy and plain—since Justin could have any sexy girl he wanted. I mean, he had the sultry Paris rushing towards him. Aurora and Petra, the other two hottest girls in school, were already his sex slaves.

“Come on, faster, Ji-Yun,” I panted as I stretched my legs. “We have to get to my brother!”

“Yes!” Ji-Yun moaned. “He’s going to be so happy with me. I did it! I followed his orders!”

My brother’s dumb plan to brainwash my girlfriend into seducing me into having sex with him actually worked. Maybe he wasn’t as much of an idiot as I thought he was.

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Justin Sampson

Fear froze me as I stood naked in Miss Daisy’s classroom. The two sewage workers, who’d been stalking around my college. charged at me. They were dressed in gray jumpsuits, having the sort a portly build you’d see in any middle-aged, blue-collared worker. But they moved fast. They grabbed my arms in moments, gripping me while a third man in a black suit—he looked fit and athletic, embodying that dangerous and competent government agent—stared at me with a hard face.

They were arresting me for violating national security. They must have figured out that I was pausing time and mind-controlling people. But how…?

It hit me. Aurora’s Facebook and Instagram posts. She broadcasted to the world her new personality changes. It wasn’t really subtle at all.

Luckily, I had powers. I had a few hours’ worth of time-freezing energy built up inside my internal battery. I’d learned I could not only freeze all of time, but localize it. Pausing one person was less efficient than the pausing the world, but now wasn’t the time to worry about that.

I shouted out as the two assholes wrestled with my arms. My “time energy” flowed out of me, immobilizing both men. They froze in a way that no human being could ever mimic. There were no tiny spasms of muscles to betray them, no flutter of veins throbbing in their temples or twitch of their eyes. No slight rise of the chest from breathing. These men looked freeze-framed in the midst of reality.

“Shit!” the agent in the suit shouted. His hand moved in a blur, drawing a pistol from a holster at his side. He aimed at me, snarling, “You open your mouth, and I will put a bullet in your head, boy!”

There was a slight tremor to the agent’s hand as he pointed the gun at me. Was he scared of me?

My mind tumbled as I stared at the weapon. Fear swept through me. I swallowed, struggling to think. He worked for the government. I had rights. He wouldn’t shoot me if I wasn’t doing anything threatening. I was just speaking. I had rights. All I had to do was say the words and mind-control his two grunts so they were on my side.

My jaw moved. The words formed on my lips.

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Salome “Sam” Shapiro

I had read that senses slowed down in stressful situations. That hardly conveyed the way my mind raced far faster than reality was happening. My brain was processing a greater quantity of sensory information, my mind struggling to handle it as the adrenaline flooded out of my adrenal glands and pumped through my bloodstream. The hormone was responsible for my increased brain activity, giving me the illusion that time had slowed down.

This allowed me to scrutinize the agent, to process what he was doing, that his threat was no empty boast, that his finger was poised to pull the trigger. It would only take a few pounds of force to break the action and send the firing pin slamming into the primer. The gunpowder would ignite and shoot the bullet at 380 meters per second into my boyfriend’s head.

From the way the agent’s jaw was set, the way his brow was furrowed, I knew he was going to shoot my lover.

“Nooooooo!” I screamed in pure panic as his finger pulled the trigger.

A rush of energy hurtled out of me, a wave of power that burst out of a reservoir I wasn’t really aware of. This force lashed out of me in a cone before me, freezing a block of reality.

Catching a copper-jacketed, 9mm bullet in midair.

The room went silent as we all stared at it, the bullet frozen like a bronze star, the air behind it rippling from its wake. Curls of smoke and specs of unburned gunpowder were paused in a cloud outlining the spreading cone of affected space before me.

I gaped.

The agent cursed.

Justin flinched, gasping in shock as he threw himself to the ground. The bullet’s frozen path would’ve carried it straight into his brain.

My hand lowered, a wave of dizziness washed through me. I unleashed all the energy I had built up since… The kiss? I thought I had imagined I stopped time when Justin kissed me outside of Miss Daisy’s classroom when we arrived at school. That happened before I knew people could freeze time. I must have paused it then, and now had just unleashed all the gravitons that had built up in me since then to stop the bullet.

CRACK!

The bullet streaked forward, time moving again. The sonic boom of it traveling faster than the speed of sound crashed into my ears. Then it buried into the wall, missing Justin as he groaned on the ground. The two agents he’d frozen lurched into motion a moment later, grunting in surprise before they lunged down and seized Justin. The agent with the gun pivoted, recovering from his shock. He aimed his weapon right at me.

A bead of sweat trickled down his brow.

I felt so tired. So weak. I wanted to collapse. A gibbering, liquefied moan rose through my guts. It climbed higher and higher through me and came out of me as a terrified whimper. Something a little girl would make. I suddenly felt like I was a different person, watching this frightened version of myself thrust her arms up into the air, tears falling down her cheeks as she blubbered, begging for mercy.

I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know how to handle the situation.

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Krystal Sampson

I blinked at the sharp crack. It was slightly different from the first one, not quite as powerful, reminding me almost of a… gunshot. But it couldn’t be that. It had to be like a car backfiring or some asshole boy setting off fireworks. It couldn’t be a gun here. This was a high school. A gun free zone.

Ahead, Paris reached the intersection of a crossing hallway. She gasped then shouted in excitement and ran even faster around the corner to the right, her dark-brown, wavy hair flying behind her.