Time Manipulation Mind Control Chapter 2: Slut’s Submissive Passion

Time Manipulation Mind Control

Chapter Two: Slut’s Submissive Passion

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2018

Justin Sampson

I laughed with everyone else as my three bullies scrambled to get dressed. Their normally strong, dominant forms wilted beneath the gales of laughter. I had the biggest grin on my face as I witnessed Chris and his two asshole friends’ humiliation. To them, they were about to kick my ass because they thought I was ogling their girlfriends. In an eye blink, I vanished and they ended up in their new pose. For them, no time had passed.

For me, it had been hours.

This all started when Chris, our football team’s hulking, asshole quarterback, had thrust me against the locker in our school’s locker room. I was naked at the time, changing into my gym wear. He was about to slam his mighty fist in the face when it happened.

In my panic, I wanted everything to stop. And it did.

I froze time.

I don’t know how I did it. I didn’t understand why I could do it. I felt I could do it again, the power slowly recharging inside of me. It was insane, but it happened. Everything around me had frozen. Chris’s fist had stopped an inch or two from crashing into my head. His two buddies—the short, broad-shouldered wrestler named Steve, who was cutting off my escape on the right, and Lance, the Black star of our school’s basketball team, who was hemming me in from the left—were helping him.

Confused and frightened over everyone being frozen, I fled the locker room and darted out into the halls. I raced naked through the halls. I burst into a random classroom. I spun around and found myself face to face with Aurora, the bitch who landed me in this predicament, bent over her desk. The sight of her skirt-clad ass calmed down and let me realize that I somehow did this.

Then I got hard staring at Aurora. Despite being her cunt, she was hot. She was the head cheerleader, so of course she dated the asshole quarterback. She had her blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail. Time stopped with her half-bent over her desk as she rummaged through her purse. Her skirt hugged her ass, that perfect rump.

My lust surged through me. I realized I could do things to her. I could touch her body. Her tits! I could feel up her pussy, and get some payback for her Instagram post that had me a laughingstock of the student body this morning.

I discovered such interesting things molesting her. I could manipulate objects frozen in time. I could take off Aurora’s clothing, suck on her nipples, and make her pussy wet. I fucked her so hard, thrusting my dick in and out of her juicy cunt. She grew hotter and hotter. Despite being frozen in time, she somehow orgasmed. That hot, tight cunt writhed about my dick while I screamed out that she was my slut.

My whore.

I left her in her Professor Viên Lê’s math class with a pussy full of my cum. She’d have no idea that I’d fucked her. No idea how she got so hot and flushed, or why her cunt was so wet. Part of me wished I could be there to see her when I unfroze time. But I had to be back in the locker room. I still had to do with my bullies.

I moved them around to look like they were fucking each other instead of picking on me. I positioned them so it looked like they were enjoying a gay three-way. I had Lance sucking on Chris’s dick while Steve took Chris hard from behind. When I unfroze time, Chris’s fist crashed into the locker. The ringing sound summoned everyone.

All the boys saw them bursting apart, Lance spitting Chris’s dick out of his mouth. Steve fell on his ass, tripping over the bench, in his haste to escape. I even got a quick video of it. A little blackmail in case those three ever thought to mess with me again.

“Damn, look at that little rump-raider run,” laughed José as Chris, dressed once again and his face scarlet, barreled past everyone to burst out of the locker room. The quarterback had his shoulders hunched, head lowered.

“He’s off to find new ass to plunder,” I joked.

Mike, one of my fellow classmates, glanced at me and nodded. We never talked before, I was more of a nerdy loner type. But right now, Mike and the rest of us in the locker room shared new camaraderie. It was clear that everyone enjoyed seeing Chris, who thought he was king asshole, and his two friends getting taken down a few pegs.

A moment later, Lance and Steve took off after Chris, fleeing from the new rounds of laughter.

“Damn, I thought they were coming back here to kick your ass, Justin,” Mike said to me. He gave me a considering look. “What the fuck happened?”

“They didn’t want to beat me up. They want me to join their gay orgy,” I said. “Chris was talking like he was such top shit, claiming that he could fuck any guy he wanted in the locker room. Apparently, he wanted my ass.”

“Why?” Victor asked, giving me a look. He was the only openly gay guy in our physical education class. “No offense, Justin, you got that flat, White-boy ass.”

“No, I’m not offended at all,” I said. I didn’t mind that Victor was gay, but I liked girls.

“So they started… screwing each other?” Mike’s asked as the three of us started walking out of the locker room.

“Well, you saw them,” I said. “What did it look like to you?”

“That I was missing out on all the fun,” Victor said, shaking his head. “What a pity. They should just be honest with themselves.”

“Maybe this will help,” I said, smirking. “Maybe they’ll realize today who they truly are.” I couldn’t believe I said that with a straight face.

It was so hard to do.

All three of them would never live this down. I know Chris and his buddies pretended to be okay with homosexuals, but I always felt they only said that because it was the “PC” thing to do. That they just couldn’t afford to let out their true feelings. Now everyone would know, including their stuck up girlfriends, that they secretly liked dick.

“I wonder what that bitch Paris will say when she finds out her boyfriend was sucking dick?” José asked as we reached the gym. The Hispanic guy, who normally joined in on picking on me, walked with us.

It was weird talking with these guys, but also natural, like we always been friends. “Yeah, she thinks she has a perfect life, with her all-star-basketball-player boyfriend. I bet that derails her plans for a perfect life.”

“I’m sure her daddy can buy her a new Black boy toy for her to strut around with so that she can prove that she’s so much better than the rest of us,” Victor said. “’Look at me, I’m such a good person because I suck a Black guy’s dick.’” He mimicked Paris’s high-pitched voice then snorted. “So what? I’ve sucked Black dick, and I’m still bitch.”

I laughed as I took my position to do warm-ups for PE. The girls were already filtering in, wearing their gym shorts and tank tops or t-shirts. They were all looking cute, especially blonde Shelley whose shorts hugged her tight rump and Melissa, a Back girl with long, lush legs. That familiar ached twinged through my cock. I couldn’t help but enjoy the sight of Cassandra’s red hair falling about her shoulders while her large tits stretched out the tight t-shirt she wore.

Especially when she bent over to tie her shoe, her tits jiggling, not constrained well by her sports bra.

I felt that reservoir power slowly trickling inside of me, filling me up. I wanted to stop time again. I could have so much fun right now. I straightened, naughty ideas dancing through my head, when I noticed Paris glaring at me. The rich girl stood slender and elegant as always, her shorts hugging tight to her body, giving her a pronounced cameltoe between those long, lithe legs of hers. Her dark brown hair fell in wavy tresses about her face. She would be the hottest girl at my college if she didn’t always have that pinched, “I’m better than you” look on her face.

I gave her smirk, remembering how I fucked Aurora earlier. How would Paris react to learning I’d fucked her best friend? That I made Aurora my slut?

Paris’s face tight as a group of guys burst into laughing, staring at her. She whipped her gaze over to them which only made them laugh harder. Color spotted her cheeks. With a little stamp of her foot, she whirled away from them. I joined the laughter, enjoying her confusion. She wasn’t used to being mocked. She had no idea what her boyfriend, Lance, just did with the star quarterback.

God, I loved my powers.

I really, really wish I could stop time right now. Paris was another girl who deserved to be fucked with. Plus I could enjoy Shelley’s or Melissa’s or Cassandra’s bodies. Or I could do something to embarrass Paris even further.

Would pulling off her gym shorts and panties, showing off her pussy to the end entire class, really embarrass her? I mean, she didn’t mind having that yummy cameltoe on display.

Probably. She was all tease. One of those sluts who liked to get a guy hard then leave them aching with blue balls.

Coach Johnson strolled out, a woman in her late twenties. She had short, brown hair spilling around her round face. She had a domineering look about her as she marched with her back straight, her body fit and athletic. She wore the same sort of gym shorts is the other girls, though hers didn’t mold to her ass and thighs. Rumor had it that she was a dyke.

I bet she’d love to lick Paris’s pussy.

I bet she’d love to get licked by Paris. When I stopped time…

As coach Johnson let us through our warm-ups, I sank into my perverted fantasies of what I would do when I could stop time again. I grinned at all the naughty fun I would had while Cassandra stretched before me.

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Aurora Pritchard</storng>

The moment Professor Viên Lê’s math class ended, I shoved my hand into my purse to fish out my iPhone. While the Vietnamese professor doted on the girls—he showered us with favoritism while he rode all the boys hard if they ever got a single problem wrong—he didn’t let any of us play with our phones during his lesson. He would berate any student who dared do it, hauling them up before the class and making them read they’re posts or texts.

All throughout the period, I squirmed. I couldn’t focus, unable to thinking about anything but that insane, rapid orgasm that burst through my pussy at the start of class. Somehow, my suppressed lust to be Justin’s slut finally exploded through me. It gave me such powerful pleasure, the best climax of my life.

I knew I would get off better on Justin’s cock.

All this time I thought I hated him. I thought he was a dweeb, a pervert who all ogled me. I only wanted to be all ogled by hot guys. But Justin… wasn’t hot. He was… dorky. But I want to be his slut. Not his girlfriend, but his cock-sucking whore. I wanted to do so many naughty things to him. All through math class it was all I could think about. Letting him use my body. How I would satiate his lust with my body. I would even let him fuck my ass, something not even Chris, or another guy, had enjoyed.

Such guilt shot through me.