Time Manipulation Mind Control Chapter 3: Cheerleader Slave’s Naughty Idea

Time Manipulation Mind Control

Chapter Three: Cheerleader Slave’s Naughty Idea

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2018

Aurora Pritchard

I trembled in my Master’s arms as I stared at the frozen stream of water pouring out of the bathroom’s faucet and splashing into the porcelain basin. It wasn’t cold frozen, but somehow rendered immobile. I could see the droplets of water floating in the air like they were stuck there. I wiggled my naked form against my Master’s equally nude body, his cock rubbing on my rump. His cum still dribbled out of me from the amazing fuck he gave me.

The best fuck ever.

All the joy, the amazing bliss buzzing through my body from my orgasm and from the satisfaction of serving him, vanished. Swallowed by the shock. This was impossible. Water couldn’t freeze like this. It was like… time had stopped.

But… but… that couldn’t happen!

“M-master,” I whimpered, throwing a look behind me. My blonde ponytail swayed over my left shoulder they stared at the shocked expression on my Master’s face. Justin’s dark eyes were wide, his mouth gaping. He squeeze me tight as his eyes flicked down to stare at me.

“Did you feel it?” he asked. “Did you do this?”

“Do what, Master?” I asked, my voice trembling. “Freeze the water?”

“Stop time,” he said.

He thought the same thing I did. He believed that the impossible had happened. I could see it in his sincere eyes. He stared at me, such pleading in his eyes, hoping that I had done this. I wish I had just to fulfill his need.

“Sorry, Master,” I said, twisting around in his embrace to face him. My naked breasts pressed against his chest. I quivered, such fear trembling through my nineteen-year-old body. “I didn’t do this.”

“No, no, you didn’t say stop,” he muttered. “You weren’t even thinking about stopping time but uploading the pic you took. And neither was I. I’m not ready to stop time, anyways.”

My brow furrowed. What was he talking about? It was like… he thought he could stop time.

“I feel like it came from somewhere else,” he said, looking over his shoulder to the bathroom door where…

“President Brooks!” I gasped. The head of our college was just outside. When time froze, he was pounding on the door, demanding to know what we were doing in here. He had read on social media that we were in here. I had taken my Master into the school’s bathroom in the middle of the lunch period to prove to the student body, and to my Master, that I was his slut.

I wanted everyone to know. I just didn’t think that the college’s administration would find out.

But only silence came from there. All the shouts and cheers of our classmates, the lewd shouts the boys made, along with President Brooks’s angry demands were silent. I couldn’t hear anything but Justin and me. Time was truly frozen.

“M-master, what is going on?” I stammered, my mind reeling.

“Someone paused time. I don’t know why you’re not frozen. You weren’t immune when I did earlier.”

“You stopped time earlier, Master?”

His head snapped around to stare at me. His brow furrowed. I saw hesitation glimmer in his eyes and concern tightening handsome face. He ran a hand through his mused, black hair. He really need to get a better hair cut.

I don’t know what I thought popped into my head right now. But… it was easier focusing on how to make him into a handsome guy than to contemplate that time had stopped.

Time!

“Yeah, I stopped time earlier today. Just after 8 am, at the start of my second class, I was in the locker room. Your asshole boyfriend and two of his friends jumped me. Chris was about to punch me in the face when I…” He shrugged. “When I stopped time right before his fist slammed into my face.”

I gasped, quivering against him. I hugged him tight, pressing my tits into his chest. “Oh, I’m so sorry, Master. That was all my fault. I was such a cunt. I didn’t want to admit that I had such strong feelings for you.” Tears stung my eyes. “Please, please, forgive me, Master.”

Justin smiled. “Well, it worked out, didn’t it?” He arched his eyebrows. “I mean, I didn’t get punched in the face, and instead I set up your asshole boyfriend—”

“Ex-boyfriend,” I snarled. “I’m yours, Master.”

Justin’s smile grew. “That’s right. I claimed you. While time was stop, I set up Chris and his friends into having a little gay orgy. Everyone in school is mocking them now.”

A satisfied giggle burst from my lips. “Good.” I never really liked like Chris. He was hot. And he was the college’s quarterback, the perfect guy for me to date. It was all about status.”

God, what a shallow cunt I was. Hearing me say it aloud made me realize just how… pathetic I was.

“After that, I…” He stared down at me. “Did anything strange happen to you at the start of your math class?”

A big smile crossed my lips. “The orgasm…” I said with such breathy enthusiasm. “It came on me so fast and out of nowhere then was over in a heartbeat. But it was so intense. Like several minutes worth of rapture burst through me in a single second. And that’s when I knew that I belong to you. That you had the cock that would make me cum harder than anyone else’s.”

He licked his lips, staring at me almost like he was weighing me, considering me. After a moment, he said, “I fucked you while you were frozen in time. I made you cum hard while whispering in your ear that you were my slut. That you craved my dick more than any other.”

My eyes widened. “Are you saying, Master, that you hypnotized me into being your sex slave?”

“I just said slut; sex slave was all you,” he said.

“Mmm, I guess it was,” I said, a strange, ripple of compassion shooting through me. “You mind-controlled me. Oh, my God, that’s so hot. You made me into your slut? Your sex slave! “

The look of shock on his face was priceless. He didn’t think I’d be thrilled by it. Maybe it was the fact he hypnotized me and I had no choice but to want to serve him, but joy burst in me. I threw my arms around his neck and planted a hot kiss on the man I love. Because he brain-washed me into loving him.

This was so hot. So wonderful.

Besides the BDSM stories I loved to read, I also devoured mind control stories. Any sort of erotica where a girl has all the control taking away from her, where she was forced to be a slut and do all the naughty things she always wanted to but was too afraid to do, I read. Those stories made me wet.

Now that girl was me. I got to live out my fantasies because of Justin Sampson. I was such a lucky slut.

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Justin Sampson

Someone else must have stopped time. But who? How did this work? Was I immune to it because I could stop time? What about Aurora? Clearly, she wasn’t immune earlier. Was it because I was holding her this time? I tightened my arms around Aurora, feeling her round breasts pressed against my chest, her nipples two hard points. My dick was so erect, aching against her soft stomach.

Did my touch grant immunity to someone else? Or could I control it?

I struggle to remember that exact moment when the freezing time slid over me, to see if I did anything to… protect Aurora from it. But I was distracted by… by President Brooks pounding on the door. I groaned and pulled away from Aurora’s naked embrace. I stared at the bathroom door; the bony school administrator just on the other side. That asshole already hated me. Now he suspected me of hacking into the college’s system and changing the grades of me and my friend, Eddie. It was the reason Eddie’s parents pulled him out of school and sent him to another, embarrassed that he might’ve done something so shady.

My parents didn’t care, especially not my abusive dad.

“Oh, drat,” Aurora said behind me. “I was going to send Chris a breakup text, but I got no signal.” She giggled. “Having a blonde moment. Of course there’s no signal. Time has stopped.”

“Yeah,” I said while studying the door. “We need to do something about President Brooks. Or we’re going to be in trouble.”

“You said that you set up my ex-boyfriend, right?” she said. “Well, let’s see what we can do to get out of this situation.”

“Last time I controlled how long time was stop,” I muttered. “I don’t know how long this period will last. Someone else did this.”

“Well, we should prioritize. One problem at a time, Master.”

I liked it when she called me Master. “Yeah, you’re right. We better get dressed. Just in case.” I glanced at Aurora’s naked body. The blonde cheerleader had such a perky, lithe form. Her legs toned and tanned, her tits perky and round. She had a blonde landing strip that led down to her cum-stained pussy. My jizz still leaked out of her, dribbling down her thighs. It made her look like such a slut. My slut. “Though it is a shame you have to cover-up that fine body.”

She beamed at me.

She was a strange one. I had no idea how fucked up she was. I didn’t know popular girls had kinky fantasies or went on porn sites. I mean, I knew she was a bit of an exhibitionist slut, always posting pictures of herself in her lingerie on Instagram, putting her nearly nude body out on the Internet for all the horny guys at our college to see and then to shower her with praise.

All this time, it turned out she was looking for a strong man to seize her and take control of her. Damn.

We dressed quickly, me in my jeans and t-shirt, Aurora in her skirt and blouse. I sighed when her thong slid up her thighs and covered her delicious pussy. I’d enjoyed that hole twice. I needed to try out her ass next. She was my slut, my slave, and I knew she’d let me fuck any of her holes. I pulled on my boxers, jeans, and my t-shirt. Dressed, I opened the door.

President Brooks stood before the bathroom door, his fist descending to rap it once again, his bony, fleshless face mottled with anger. He had such a thin body, his dress shirt hung from a skeletal frame, age wasting away all his flesh. Beyond him, the growing crowd of students who were cheering us on were now melting away, wanting to get clear before they were caught up in the school administrator’s punishment. He was here to stop what was going on.