Time Manipulation Mind Control Chapter 9: Begging to be Owned

Time Manipulation Mind Control

Chapter Nine: Begging to be Owned

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2018

Krystal Sampson

“When is Justin going to unpause time?” I asked, standing roughly where I believe that I was when he froze time to begin with. At least I thought it was the right section of my college’s hallway. It was hard to remember after the naughty things I did.

My cheeks burned from the shameful pleasure of eating out my time-frozen mother’s pussy full of my brother’s jizz. I couldn’t believe I enjoyed doing that. I was a hundred percent gay. Right? I definitely liked girls. And pussy. The taste of Brittany, the English exchange student, lingered on my lips. She had a juicy snatch. I devoured her with Ji-Yun, my friend and lover.

“Your brother’s a horndog,” Ji-Yun said. She gave me a big smile that spread across her delicate cheeks. She had that porcelain, Korean doll-like look. Her silky, black hair was gathered in a braid that fell down to her tight rump. I loved how it swayed as she wiggled her body. “Maybe we can find another pussy full of his cum for you to eat out.”

The sly look my friend gave me made me shudder. A part of me wanted that. Another part of me wondered if I’d messed up Ji-Yun with my commands. I accidentally made her a lesbian or bi the day before, but it also seemed like I’d opened her up to be more honest about these… incestuous fantasies she had. Not that I judged since I had so many incestuous fantasies about my mother. Fantasies I could indulge in now. But Ji-Yun was… fixated on me eating my brother’s jizz.

I didn’t want to think about that implication. My brother didn’t give my friend any commands while she was frozen in time earlier. If he had, he would just turn her into his slut. Justin had a one-track mind.

But if he had messed with her…

A tinge of anger fed into my frustration. I just wanted to stop waiting here. It had to be time. He said ten minutes. Though everything was paused, the clock on my cell phone still worked. It couldn’t find a signal, so it was running off its internal timer, I guessed. It would sink up with the satellites when time flowed again.

I stamped my foot, letting out a frustrated moan. My brother better not have messed with my Ji-Yun.

“I swear, I want to march through school and find out what skank—”

Energy rushed around me like a wave. It splashed over me. Reality lurched about me. Students frozen in mid stride, moved again like nothing had happened. A cacophony of sound—their steps, their conversations, the rustling of their clothes—assaulted my ears. Ji-Yun winced beside me, shaking her head as the students flowed past us.

“Finally,” I said, nodding my head in satisfaction. “Let’s get to Miss Daisy’s class. I want to see if my commands to her took!”

Ji-Yun nodded her head, her hand clutching mine. We took two steps forward when this Black girl name Evelyn stop before me. She blinked and then groaned, her body shuddering like a sudden wave of arousal washed through her. I grinned as her hands shot down then slid up beneath her skirt. Right there in the middle the hallway, she wiggled her hips and drew down a pair of dainty, lilac panties. As she stepped out of them, a couple guys paused and grinned. They stared at her like a pack of hungry animals.

That was all boys were. Hungry animals. Justin was the worst.

Evelyn straightened. She thrust her balled-up panties at me, saying, “Please, enjoy the scent of my hot cunt on my panties.”

“Thank you, Evelyn,” I said, not hiding my grin as I took them from her. I gave this command to every hot girl I came across while time was frozen. I brought her panties to my nose. The warmth of her pussy lingering on the cloth made my fingers tingle. I inhaled, savoring her spicy musk.

“Oh, my God, can’t believe I just did that,” Evelyn moaned then darted away.

Ji-Yun giggled beside me. “You’re just a big lezzie perv, Krystal.”

I inhaled Evelyn’s panties again then moaned, “Yep!”

A group of guys darted past us, almost growling and snarling like the animals I believed them to be. They pushed through the hallway, guys shouting at them, girl screeching as they leapt out of the way. “Assholes!” someone shouted. “You fucking cock-suckers almost trampled me. Fucking dicks!”

I shook my head. Boys were such animals.

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Salome “Sam” Shapiro

I leaned against the wall next to the single-use, gender-neutral bathroom. The door to the boys’ restroom lay to my right, the girls to the left beyond the small bathroom’s door. Justin had to be in one of them fucking his sex slave Aurora. Where else could he have gone? I had only turned my back for a moment to check my phone.

I wanted to tell him what I’d learned.

I watched the septic worker in the gray jumpsuits, the logo for his company on his back. A large explosion behind the name of the company. Nasty Sewage Assault! NSA. According to Ipso_Custodes’s post on a message board, the NSA (National Security Agency) was in the area searching for the location of the strange time distortions that threw off all the atomic clocks in the world by nanoseconds, a unit time so small it took only the most precise instruments to measure. Atomic clocks being off was an unprecedented event. It would have to take a distortion in spacetime to cause it, affecting gravity in a wave radiating out from around here.

It excited me as much as my new relationship with Justin. I want to talk to him all about it. To tell him of my suspicions that the Nasty Sewage Assault workers were actually NSA agents hunting down the source of the gravitons at our college.

But would a good girlfriend interrupt her boyfriend? I was so new to this. Justin deserve to have this fun with his sex slave. Did I have any right to disrupt that? I could be patient.

Luckily, the conversation on the message board was heating up as I posted my suspicions. I kept watching the worker out of the corner of my eye. He held what appeared to be a cell phone in his hand, sweeping it around. Was it actually some sort of instrument? Something to detect minute variances in local gravity?

This was also fascinating.

The potential NSA agent vanished around the corner. I squirmed, a part of me wanted to follow him. I pushed up my glasses then continued posting on the forum, putting in a physical deion the potential agent. This was much more important than going to my useless social studies class.

Shouts echoed down the hallway. I glanced up to see a group of guys rushing around the corner, running in an almost hunched-over manner. I cocked my head as their shouts sounded almost animalistic. Like bestial excitement had burst out of them. With a roar, they raced even faster, charging down the hallway past me. My head tracked them as they barreled right towards…

Pearline?

The Black girl had straightened up her clothing from getting fucked outside the college by her cohorts. I found that to be mild interest, surprised that such lewd behavior was tolerated at our school. It was like things were… changing. People were not acting the way they should. And yet… somehow it felt right.

My forehead furrowed as the baying pack of guys swarmed Pearline and grabbed her. They ripped at her clothes. She let out a moan of wanton delight, gasping, “Yes, yes, you can fuck me too, boys! I’m a slut!”

I shook my head. It was definitely odd. Like Justin’s parents showing up at school and…

Well, the sex part wasn’t odd. Was it? I mean, Justin could fuck his mother, but… but incest… That was illegal. So why did I find it acceptable for Justin to fuck his mother, but not for another person to do that?

Curious.

Things were definitely getting weird in our school. What had happened? I need to learn more about this Project KRONOS. I needed to talk to Justin about all this. A wave of annoyance washed through me.

How long would it take him to fuck his sex slave in the bathroom?

“Yes, yes, ram those cocks into—” Pearline’s words were cut off as she took dicks now from both ends.

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Justin Sampson

I groaned into the kiss with Shelly, a gorgeous blonde that was in my gym class. Her round, naked tits pressed against my side as she clung to me. She kissed me with such hunger, making it so hard to think. She had been mind-controlled by me when I froze time in the girls’ locker room. I just restored it, unleashing an orgy.

Two other girls were pleasing my cock. Tracy and Rebecca were both nuzzling around the tip, their hands stroking up and down my shaft. Their soft lips nibbled on the spongy crown, their mouths brushing together as they jiggled in delight. They were so eager to please me.

Because they were my sex slaves now.

I didn’t intend for them to be my sex slaves. I just wanted to start an orgy in the girls’ locker room. What nineteen-year-old college student wouldn’t want to be in the middle of that? Before I unpaused time, I let my sex slave Aurora fuck Tracy with a strap-on dildo. At the same moment, I fucked Aurora from behind, moaning how she was my sex slave. That I owned her pussy.

Tracy and Rebecca, who was standing right by us, heard me talking. They didn’t know I was speaking to Aurora. They just heard those words and it changed them, rewriting their thoughts and hypnotizing them the believing they were my sex slaves. Now they were horny and needed to worship me.

“Enjoy them,” Aurora moaned beside me as my sex slave was pushing Jeanette down onto all fours. Aurora still wore her strap-on. It was clear she was eager to fuck the petite nineteen-year-old. I could see my sex slave’s excitement out of the corner of my eyes as she lined up her dildo. “Mmm, yes, Master, you’re going to enjoy having a whole harem of sex slaves. Ooh, and soon Petra and Paris will be begging to join, too!”

She was so right. I should just enjoy this. Tracy and Rebecca would be happy now, and soon I would have a whole harem of sex slaves. All those girls who ignored me would serve me. And Sam, too. My girlfriend could join in on the fun.

I just needed to be more careful about the words I spoke when time was paused. I needed to think about the unexpected consequences. Like turning Aurora into a sex slave. Or my parents showing up at my college with my dad begging me to cuckold him and my mom dripping wet and aching to be fucked by me.

I groaned at the pleasure rippling out of me. My two new sex slaves’ mouth licked and sucked on my dick. At the same time, Shelly felt amazing as she humped against me. She rubbed her shaved, wet pussy on my thigh. The coed slut ground her cunt against me as she moaned into the kiss. Her tongue thrust into my mouth, dueling with mine. Her juices coated my leg and dribbled down towards my knee.

“Coach Johnson,” moaned Melissa. The Black girl was shuddering as she leaned against the end of the row of lockers while our school’s dyke PE teacher munched away at her snatch. At least that command was working out. Inside the locker room, Coach Johnson could eat any pussy she wanted. She could indulge in her lust for her students’ pussies.

“Oh, my God, yes!” Melissa moaned. “She’s got her tongue jammed so deep in me!” Melissa cupped her round, ebony breasts. Her fingers sank into them as she enjoyed the lesbian coach’s ministrations.

“Aurora!” groaned Jeanette.