Time Manipulation Mind Control Chapter 18: Cheerleader Slave’s Naughty Choice

Time Manipulation Mind Control

Chapter Eighteen: Cheerleader Slave’s Naughty Choice

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2018

Justin Sampson

The rings thrummed as I passed between them. I hurtled head-first towards the machine. I thrust my arms out before me. My skin crawled. My toes tingled. I felt the next arm spinning down at me, trailing a wake of particles that made my entire body feel like it wanted to fly apart.

I hit a metal shelf around the base of the machine, hovering with the arms.

I grunted, rolled, and crashed into the base of the machine. Groaning, I sat up. The thrumming rumbled around me. I stood, surrounded by the flashing blue. The red button was before me, waiting to be hit. It looked so innocuous. The fate of universes contained in it. My own reflection peered back at me in the stainless steel casing, my hair disheveled, my eyes wide. The arms whirled behind me. Figures watched.

Sam. Aurora. Krystal. Paris.

I thought of my mom. My other sex slaves. The world.

I hit the button.

My universe became white.

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Crystal Sampson

I trembled as I stood surrounded by the watchful gaze of a group of guys. They were slaves of this universe’s version of my brother, Justin. It was such a weird reality. The watching guys glowered over me, especially the bulky Chris. In my world, Chris was my college’s star quarterback. He was dating my sex slave Aurora before I liberated her and showed her that guys were terrible.

I swallowed. This reality was so bizarre. Justin’s guys didn’t try to hurt me at all. Here they treated me like I was—

—a human being and…

I gasped in shock. I was lying on my back. I was staring up not at the gymnasium’s ceiling, but the lower ceiling of one of the college’s hallway. The guys were all gone. None of them stood over. Ji-Yun squeaked out in fright beside me as I bolted upright. My gaze shot around, staring at the school hallway by the second-floor stairs.

I screamed out in orgasmic rapture.

A powerful, shuddering rapture slammed through my body. I bucked and heaved, my pussy convulsing. Juices squirted out of me as I had the most intense orgasm of my life. Ecstasy slammed into my mind. My thoughts stopped working.

In the blink of an eye, the orgasm passed. It had lasted only a fraction of a second.

Panting, I shuddered on the floor. At the same moment, words echoed in my mind. It was like Justin was talking to me. He was saying things about making my world better. About not mistreating boys just because my father raped me. To remember that the Justin from my reality and my mother were just as scared as I was. Were just as helpless to stop my father from abusing me.

I shuddered, my head shaking. The words resounded through my mind. They were spoken with such passion.

Had I done the wrong thing? I had this amazing ability, this charge that built and built up inside of me that I could then unleash. I could cry out commands that made everyone who heard me have to obey. I was changing the world, making it into something amazing. A world where women didn’t have to fear men.

I achieved that by… abusing men.

I was victimizing them the same way my father had victimized me. I squeezed my thighs together, my blood still burning from that strange orgasm.

“My Queen!” the familiar voice of Aurora shouted.

I shook my head, still struggling to understand what just happened. I looked over my shoulder to see a group of naked girls rushing at me. It was the group I left behind to batter down the door and capture Justin.

They were my naked girls. How had I returned to my universe?

“My Queen!” a girl gasped as they rushed at me. Others gasped, too.

“My Queen!”

” My Queen, you just magically appeared!”

“Where did you come from, my Queen!”

“Those scary men with the guns are gone! You banished them!”

“My Queen, are we back home?” Ji-Yun asked me, staring at me as she sat up.

“Yeah,” I said, shaking my head. The memories of that other reality wouldn’t leave me. The image of my doppelganger, the Crystal who spelled her name with the K, was stuck in my mind. She was so much like me, and yet she loved her brother. A brother who didn’t abuse me when he could. Who didn’t harm me.

He just… captured me to protect himself.

He left me surrounded with a bunch of guys, and not a single one of them even tried to rape me.

A sudden flood of sour guilt washed through me. This powerful wave of shameful pain. From downstairs, I could hear the moans of girls milking guys’ cocks dry of all their filthy lust. But were boys’ desires filthy just because I didn’t enjoy them?

Or because my father had violated me.

I stared at Ji-Yun, this horror filling me. “What have I done here?” I asked her. “What have I made with my powers?”

“Paradise,” Ji-Yun said. “That’s what you wanted, right, my Queen?”

Paradise…

I made a paradise where I’d condemned half the people in the world into suffering. My followers were fighting outside the campus, spreading my power. What sort of monster was I? The tears fell down my cheeks. I hugged my knees to my chest. My slaves surrounded me, hugging me. They whimpered, frightened. I made them all love me. I twisted their desires until they despise the boys they used to lust after.

Was I any better than my father?

“I… I…” I could make this right. “I need to see my brother and my mother. There are going to be changes in how we do things.”

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Justin Sampson

A rhythmic beeping sound pierced through the groggy haze. The smothering darkness hugged me. I didn’t know who I was. What I was? I was just an impulse rising towards that sound. It beeped louder and louder, calling me towards it. The world lightened. It was subtle, a shifting of gray tones. It bled from black to dark smoke to a lighter ash, drifting towards a pure whiteness.

My eyes opened.

“Oh, good, you’re coming awake,” a woman said. She wore pink hospital scrubs, her brown hair bobbed short. She had a motherly plumpness about her. “How are you feeling, Justin?”

“Justin?” I croaked. My mouth felt so dry. That was my name. Justin. I started to have flashes of my life. I was a college student. I lived at home with my abusive father and shrinking mother. I had no friends at school save for Sam, and I wasn’t sure why that smart, nerdy girl even tolerated me.

Flashes of Sam’s naked body danced in my mind, her small breasts quivering as she was… Riding my cock?

I blinked, my mind so fuzzy. Where had that come from? A fantasy? I’d never spanked it to Sam. She was the only girl at my college I hadn’t masturbated to… She was cute. Wonderful. My heart beat faster just thinking about her. A strange ache filled me. I was… worried about her.

“How are you feeling?” The nurse asked. “Groggy? Disoriented?”

“Yeah,” I groaned, my mind thick with flashes of a naked Sam. She held my hand. She hugged me. Kissed me. Whispered hot words in my ear. “Where am I?”

“Good Sam Hospital,” the nurse said.

“What?” I blinked. “This isn’t the NSA facility at Handford?” I asked. I wasn’t sure why I thought I’d be there. Handford was the nuclear reactor over in Eastern Washington. That was hours away from here.

“Hmm, there’s the disorientation. There was a massive gas leak around your school. It’s caused all sorts of havoc. Memory loss, hallucinations, strange behavior.”

“Gas?” I croaked.

She nodded her head. “Lot of cops got caught up in it, too. It was pretty wild. Your college is the epicenter, but it spilled out into the neighborhood.” She peered over me while writing on a chart. “What is the last thing you remember clearly?”

I frowned, struggling to parse through my confused and blurry memories. There was a lot about… Sex. I had memories of a locker room full of girls writhing together, two of them sucking on my dick while a third ground her cunt against my thigh. Then I had flashes of receiving a titty fuck from my favorite professor, the red-headed Miss Daisy, while another student, a girl, ate her out. That blurred into another fragmented memory of two other women sucking on my dick, one a green-eyed blonde and…

Was the other my mother?

I came on their faces. They lick each other clean. How could that have happened?

“Because I’ll always be your sex slave, Master. Always” echoed through my mind. Who was this green-eyed girl? Her face was almost indistinct, hazy in my thoughts.

There was a Black girl who brought her mother to me to fuck. Why would she do that?

I had memories the entire gymnasium full of girls writhing in lesbian passion, licking each other. It was a strange, though hot, fragment.

What was up with my memories?

Had all my perverted fantasies somehow spilled into my groggy mind, mixing up what was real with what I jerked off to at night? What did this gas do to me?

Then I hit on one solid memory. I was walking to my college, my little sister, Krystal, ahead of me. She was holding hands with her friend Ji-Yun, and I was wondering if they were lesbian lovers while wanting to fuck them both. It would be hot if Krystal and Ji-Yun were gay and…

Flashes of Ji-Yun licking my little sister’s pussy clean of… cum. My cum?

I had another flash of my little sister sitting on a busty woman’s face. Krystal ground her cunt on the woman. There’s something odd about the scene, like the woman’s tits weren’t moving the way they should as my sister energetically gyrated. It was like the busty woman was…

“Did I freeze time?” I asked aloud.

“Oh, yes, that’s a very common group hallucination that seems to have affected a lot of you,” said the nurse. “More than a few of you thought you could pause time and then mind-control people.” She gave a laugh like it was the silliest thing in the world. “There was this one guy, Vince, who claimed he turned every guy in your school gay.” The nurse leaned over. “Did he turn you gay, Justin?”

I knew Vince. He was gay. But from the way my dick was hard from those scattered memories of all those girls having sex with me and each other, I knew I wasn’t. I shook my head.

“So, what do you remember clearly?” she asked.

“I was walking to class,” I said. “It was Tuesday, right? Is it still Tuesday?”

“Oh, no, it’s Thursday. The gas attack happens sometime around 8 AM at your school on Tuesday. It was very subtle at first. Didn’t really hit its peak efficacy until yesterday. You’ve all been out of it for over twenty-four hours.”

I shook my head. I had all these pieces just floating around in the murk of my foggy memory. Why would Paris beg to be my sex slave? The rich bitch hated me. Then there was a flash of Sam impaling her pussy down my cock while my hands were chained above my head.

“What were we all doing while we hallucinated?” I asked. My cheeks were warm. “I have some… wild flashes.”

“Oh, there may been some… inappropriate activities. You know, all those youthful hormones bursting, and you all being high from the gas.”

So maybe the sex happened? Had I lost my virginity yesterday and didn’t remember it? And to which girl did I lose it? There were so many and…

Did I fuck my mother? My sister?

My dick throbbed hard without thought. And then my mom peeked in, also in a hospital gown, her brown hair spilling about her face. She had a happy smile on her lips. I didn’t remember seeing her looking even mildly pleased in years. Not since dad “hurt his back” and went on disability. That was when he started drinking and being abusive. She kept trying to please him, keeping herself in shape, trying to be sexually adventurous.

I’d hear her degrading herself from their bedroom to make him happy.

It never was enough.

Maybe he resented her for not getting fat and ugly. He was always yelling at her, and I was always too weak to do anything about it. I was eighteen, a man, and I still was scared of him and…

I didn’t feel scared of him now. There were other flashes in my mind, yelling at him. Ordering him to take care of her and not hurt her.

“Justin…” my dad’s voice echoed through my mind. “I… I need you to fuck your mother. She needs a real man to screw her. That’s not me. I’m too pathetic. I’m not good enough for her. She needs your cock, son.”

My dick swelled even harder.

“Oh, you’re awake, honey,” Mom said, her breasts swayed beneath her hospital gown. It was clear she wasn’t wearing a bra. Nothing supported her large, pillowy mounds. They jiggled as she rushed to my bed. She embraced me tight to her tits. I sank into them, hugging her back, loving the feel of her breasts separated by the thin cotton.

“It’s going to be okay,” she said. “Mommy’s big, strong son is going to be okay.”

“I know, Justin!” my mom moaned, the memory bursting through my mind. “Just give it to me. Give me your cum! I want to feel you squirting into me! Oh, god, it’s too much. I’m going to… Yes!” She was kneeling on all fours as she said it, and I was… I was fucking her from behind.

I lifted my head as the memories faded, catching my mom’s eyes. Hers dazzled with something shiny. Then her cheeks blushed and she looked away.

“Well, Mrs. Sampson, your entire family should be fine to be discharged.”

“You got caught up in the gas, too, Mom?” I asked.

Her cheeks went scarlet. Her eyes flicked down to my crotch before they darted away. “Yes, I was, but I don’t remember anything that happened.” She shifted. “Your father and Krystal are already awake.