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Genie 1.1
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Genie 1.1
Warning: This story is a mind control story with a twist with only one
real sex scene, although more sexual content. Read it at your peril.
She arrived at 4:00 pm, knocking softly at my door; I told her to
come in and watched, entranced, as this tiny, shy, thirteen year old girl
stepped into my apartment, wearing a flowered summer dress which showed
off her smooth, olive shoulders and her trim, firm legs.
"He...he...hello," she stuttered out as I looked her over
carefully, my heart filled with lust: she was tiny, only about 4'8" and,
at a guess, maybe sixty five or seventy five pounds, with a short, boyish
haircut, full, pouting lips, a round, flattish face, and beautiful,
narrow eyes. Her small breasts, just beginning to form, heaved under her
dress as I asked her to come closer.
<Clickity clack> I went, increasing her excitement as she moved
closer to me; <clickity clack> again as I put an idea into her head. Now
she was staring at the bulge in my pants, her look one of innocent lust
as she went to her knees before me, her small, delicate hands caressing
my penis through my pants.
Excuse me if I rhapsodize poetic about this moment, but such
flowery language is the only way I can correctly recount my feelings at
this particular moment, in which I first used the powers of my mind to
seduce this barely pubescent girl. It was, I know, in reality a rather
pathetic act of a pathetic human being, but at the time my sexual desire
had consumed me, and my ability to play god with the minds of others
swept me away with a feeling of overwhelming power--a heady turn on indeed.
A moment later I had stepped out of my pants and underwear and my
little asian girl had her lips stretched around the head of my penis; I
was in heaven as she worked it around in the warm cavity of her mouth,
each <clickity clack> from my mind improving her technique and bringing
her a growing sexual excitement. <Clickity clack> and my penis was down
her small throat, making it bulge with my swollen member, and I was in
ecstacy, the building pressure in my loins signaling an incipent
explosion of come into my girl's mouth. I pulled my penis from her
throat at the last moment so she could taste my seed before it ran down
her gullet into her belly, and <clickity clack> I drove a desire and
longing for that taste deep into her subconscious mind, a wish to have
warm come bathing her tongue and her mouth and sliding thickly down her
throat.
She kept sucking as I grew limp, the sensations almost
unbearable, and did not stop until I was once again painfully erect.
With her eyes opened wide and with a look of shy expectancy on her face,
she looked up at me from her knees and said, "Pl...please put it in me."
How could I refuse? I lifted her up and carried her into the
bedroom, placed her on the bed, and quickly undressed both her and
myself, gazing in longing at her almost bare pubic mound, a mound I knew
had never before been penetrated by a man. I adjusted her light body so
her buttocks were right on the edge of the bed, and then I slowly,
gently, pushed her legs back until her knees were on either side of her
head, my penis just an inch away from her fully exposed vagina, which was
glistening a soft pink in the light.
<Clickity clack> and I sent pleasure thrilling through her body
as the tip of my penis pressed into her virgin folds; <clickity clack> as
the pleasure built in my own loins as the head of my penis slipped into
her tight sheath; <clickity clack> as I fed pleasure directly into her
brain as I jerked forward, ripping through her hymen and burying my full
six inches into her tight, grasping, virgin vagina. She cried out then,
as my penis tore away the sign of her innocence, both in pain and
pleasure, and I <clickity clack> fed her sensations as I ground my pelvis
against her, swirling my penis around inside her.
Her young, never before used vagina was almost painful in its
tightness, but I was undetered as I began to stroke in and out within her
box; she was crying out in constant pleasure, little gasps and moans and
cries escaping her young lips as I rodded her out. A feeling of
complete domination, of complete control, overwhelmed me, and I once more
went <clickity clack>, this time making the muscles lining her sheath
begin to milk my penis with a passion. I groaned in my own ecstacy as I
approached completion, riding the waves of euphoria engulfing me.
<Clickity clack> one last time as I spat my seed deep into her belly, and
my little asian girl began to buck and scream beneath me, held down by my
hands and my penis as she howled her way through orgasm after orgasm.
I think I probably overdid it with her pleasure, for some minutes
after my member stopped unloading its contents into her she was lost in
the frenzy of multiple and building orgasms, until finally she collapsed
limply beneath me, exhausted. As I rolled off of her limp, raggedly
breathing form, I began to think: she might get pregnant, and I
certainly didn't want that, so <clickity clack> and I knew that I did
have control over body and mind--she would not concieve from today. I
stared down at my now limp member and wondered if I had control over my
own body: <clickity clack> and my penis slowly began to swell with blood
again. I gasped in pain as my member achieved a rock like hardness in a
matter of moments, and I gazed over at my little doll and thought to
myself, I haven't had everything she has to give yet; I don't own her; I
haven't possessed everything. You see, suddenly I wanted to know that my
come had filled every one of her tender young orifaces--that, in some
way, mind twisted mind told me, she would always be mine.
<Clickity clack> and she began to recover, began to grow sexually
excited yet again, but this time with a twist--I made her ass and bowels
burn to be invaded, burn to be taken to match the feeling she had just
experienced in her vagina. She moaned as I rolled her over onto her
stomach and pulled her to her hands and knees onto the bed; I wasn't
wasting any time now, my particular machinations on my own body having
driven me to the peak of excitement. A glob of vasaline and a <clickity
clack> to loosen up her asshole later, and I was into her slender,
grunting, thirteen year old body, thrusting my dick maniacally into the
deepest recesses of her bowels, similtaneously reaching around her small
frame to pinch and maul her small nipples and breasts.
My orgasm was the best I had ever had, and hers, from the way she
screamed and bucked, couldn't have been much worse. I was finished with
her though; besides, she was covered in sweat and leaking my semen from
her nether orifaces--she wouldn't have been too much fun after that
anyway. So <clickity clack clickity clack> and she got dressed and went
home, sure in the knowledge that she had just spent the afternoon in the
library fantasizing about what had just happened in reality, any physical
evidence still in her body would be cleaned up by her unthinkingly once
she got home.
Myself, I lay on my back on the bed, my penis now flacid against
my thigh, and thought about the extent of my powers: I could have any
woman I wanted with merely a thought, and I could have her as many times
as I wanted, since I had discovered that I never need to become flacid
again with the powers over my body I had now. It was, for one of my
previous inexperience and unpopularity, a heady thought, a thought I most
definately indulged in for the rest of the night before drifting off to
sleep, tired by my exertions of the day and determined to repeat them
come the next day.
The next day I returned to the junior high and this time
"pushed", as I now like to call it, two more girls to join me in my
apartment after school, both girls, like the one the previous day, almost
prebuscent and very boyish in their figures and bearings, one a small
blond and the other a small African American. I kept these two
overnight, fucking them continuously, not stopping even when they both
passed out from exhaustion from their racking, multiple, orgasms. I
don't remember myself how many times I orgasmed, but it was at least two
times each hour, and I was with them about fourteen hours, the <clickity
clack> of my mind burning up the fuel reserves of my body to turn my into
a sexual demon, indefagible in my lust. When I finally let them go, I
<clickity clack> made them inseperable lovers who would always share any man
they chose, thinking that it was only fitting that two who had given me
so much pleasure should not be seperated.
The next few days, my lust sated and my mind assured that I was
now superior to those who thought themselves my superior, I had no need
to use my powers to revenge myself on any of the many slights they gave
me; I was, in other words, smug in my knowledge of supremacy. During
this time I arranged with my financial guru to purchase a large mansion
on a hill overlooking the college I was attending, and the purchase
quickly went through. I quickly moved in, dropped out of college, since
what need did I have of college when I was nearly a god, and began laying
plans for my future, which was filled with beautiful women and beautiful
things.
It had been over a week since my last sexual escapade, and I was
beginning to feel the lack, so I, braver now and more sure of the
effaciacy of my powers, spent the afternoon at the high school stadium,
deciding that I was going to have one of the cheerleaders for my sexual
toy that evening. The way I reacted to my prize, once I had her, I am
afraid to say, puts me and the viability of my existing mindset in a very
poor light, although it would probably be better if I simply described
exactly what happened to both myself and the young girl I so callously
bent to my will.
The girl I chose and <clickity clack> sent to the front door of
my new mansion up on the hill brought back memories of my own high school
days: she had long blond hair falling to her lower back and beautiful
elfin features, with a full, firm figure which, I was to learn later,
although fully womanly in shape, lacked a certain maturity that the
bodies of older women display. The memories she brought back,
unfortunately, were all negative; the moment my eyes had landed on her
doing her high kicks and hip thrusts in her scanty cheerleading costume,
she summed up for me all the girls, all those awful girls, who, throughout
the first bloom of my sexuality, tormented me with their riducule and
disdain--which is why, I know now, that I chose her.
Before I continue, I must explain a little something about how my
mental powers worked, but first I must describe the picture of mind I
came to form from frequent use of my abilities: imagine a flashlight
shining on a small portion of an infinitely large rug--this is the entire
mind, subconscous, id, superego, everything. On this circle of light,
imagine a laser beam near the center, moving around, placing into shadow
some of the nearer, dimmer life--that is the conscous, a focused
intelligence able to illuminate a tiny thread of the tapestry far better
than the general dimness of the unfocused mind. This little bit of
conscousness is, in many ways, distinct from the majority of its surrounding
unconscous, yet not completely divorced from it either. Up to this
point, I had used my powers (except for that very first time) to directly
affect the conscous mind, or the subconscous very near the conscous mind,
which then fed back into the subconscous my desires and warped the
individual accordingly, having the effect of appearing to leave free will
to the person so affected. In other words, what I wanted them to do and
think they thought they had decided for themselves to do and think, a
very satisfactory situation, up to that moment.
When the young lady, still wearing her cheerleading outfit at my
"suggestion," arrived, I had already decided, having let the past abuses
of girls like her affect my judgement, to leave her her conscousness
while I took her body: I wanted, I am ashamed to say, to see the fear,
hatred, and loathing in her eyes as I made her body jerk in ecstacy as I
used her.
I embarked immediately upon my plan, and <clickity clack>
commanded her to do a routine for my private enjoyment, smiling as I saw
the confusion on her face as her body began to perform the precise,
erotic movements of her cheer. In the middle of her routine I began
undressing in front of her, earning a horrified widening of her eyes, but
a <clickity clack> definite tingling in her loins. She finished her
routine and I finished undressing at the same moment, and I allowed her
the use of her voice, wanting to hear her pleadings before I had her.
"Whe...where am I? What's going on here? Who are you?" she
asked, looking around frightened and confused.
I approached her, and although she wanted to run, I wouldn't let
her, forcing her to stand there with her arms down by her side and her
legs together, and said, "You, my dear girl, are here at my whim. You
see, I desire the use of your body for the nonce, and have decided to
take it. Do not worry, your body will be pleasured, and you will not be
harmed." With that I began to slowly remove her clothes from her body,
knowing that feeling me doing so, but being unable to do anything about
it, would torment her all the more.
Slowly I revealed all her charms to my eyes: her smallish if
firm breasts with dark red nipples, her flat, strong stomach, her
rounded, muscular buttocks and legs, and her sparse blond pubic hair. At
that point I sat down on my couch and had her play with herself until
she orgasmed, then I, seeing the loathing and fear in her eyes, made her
beg to be penetrated, which I obliged.
That was just the beginning: before the night was over, I had
not only taken her in every oriface multiple times, as well as squirted
my semen all over her body, I had also urinated over her face and body
and into her mouth, defacated on her and had her smear herself with it
before licking my asshole clean; I had her beg for everything I did to
her, even the spanking and whipping and piercing of her nipples and
labia. By the time I was done with her her conscous mind was in a state
of horrified shock, and only my control over her body still allowed her
to function; I think the worse thing I did to her was make her physically
enjoy everything I did, which stunned her even more. Still, my projected
anger was not completely assauged, so when I sent her off with the
command that she would always remember her time with me but never be able
to communicate the least bit of it in any way, I implanted a subconscous
inability for her to ever reject any sexual suggestion; in other words,
from this moment on, she would always say yes to any sexual overture made
toward her, and--I wasn't a complete sadist, or maybe I was--her pleasure
would be in porportion to how disgusting and horrifying her conscous mind
found the act.
For the few weeks immediately following the abasement of this
girl, I went back to the highschool on almost a daily basis and plucked
one popular, beautiful teenaged girl to abuse in my mansion on the hill,
and, after tormenting each one to my satisfaction, I would give them
permanent commands which would follow them and torment them for the rest
of their life. I now remember only a few of the punishments I created
for these innocent girls, victims of an unbalanced mind projecting
humiliation from the past to the present, but even these make me cringe.
A brunette with large breasts I made a pain slut, who only in
breast torture could find pleasure, and yet who could tell no one what
she truly wanted, could only travel from man to man hoping that she could
find one who would pleasure her. A small, slender redhead I made prefer
beasts to men, and who would find her ultimate pleasure when she could
find someone who would treat her like an animal and keep her penned. An
asian girl I made a nymphomaniac, whose pleasure increased with the
number of partners, men, women, or animals, she had similtaneously. A
few girls I simply made so that they had a driving urge to copulate with
everyone to whom they spoke. A few more I made love the taste and feel
of semen, so much so that they would do anything for it. Another I made
an desirer of scat and golden showers, and whose main pleasure was
rolling in the excretions of others while people watched. I made
them all love the particular perversion I enforced upon them, as well as
sterilizing them all, not wanting to torture innocents unnecessarily.
Over time, though, I grew bored with these games I was playing
with these girls; my pent up anger and frustration had been slowly
exhausted until I held no more hatred for the beautiful girls of my high
school years. My revenge had run its course, and I was ready to move on,
and move on I did, as I began to throw wild parties at my mansion for the
sororities and fraternities on campus.
Every week there would be another party, and if two or three of
the more attractive coeds did not make it back to their sororities or
their dorms right away, who would know? Most would return home to their
studies within a week, glad to have been blessed with my favor and
disappointed that they did not share the fate of my favorites, who
invariably dropped out of college and took up residence with me. Within
two months I had three perfect slaves, attendent upon my every whim,
willing to do anything to please me. By the end of the year, I had
twenty such female slaves, every couple of weeks adding one or two more
and discarding, with a million dollars to make up for a lost education,
those with which I had grown bored.
I lived in this manner, indulging my every whim, for over ten
years, never growing older than twenty six and never at a lack for
anything I desired. I even managed to get my hands on various celebrity
women, as well as several supermodels, to add to my amusement; I kept
some of these. One night, though, I went to sleep, thinking about moving
on to greater things, when I woke up the next morning in a private room
in a hospital.
Now I come to the rather depressing part of my story, the part
where I find out that, instead of living the life of Riley using the
money and powers that a genie granted me, I had instead been, for the
past nine years, lost in a fantasy of my own creation. It seems that I
had, that time so long ago on the beach, really attempted to commit
suicide, saved only from my own folly by those two individuals walking
the beach, whom in my fantasy I first use my power upon, who, seeing my
plight, rescued me. Near death, I was taken to the hospital, where I was
taken under the wing of a certain branch of the government which was
experimenting with various suicide recovery techniques. Although I do
not understand exactly how the technique worked, the technique to which I
was subjected involved keeping me sedated and prodding my mind to create
an elaborite fantasy within which I could solve all my psychological
problems.
This story, which my keepers and saviors have asked me to write
as a final test of my renewed sanity, is both a confession and an
advocacy for a technique which will allow human beings who are a danger
to themselves or their society to live out the worst part of their
beings, burning themselves clean of their hatred and pain.
Now, as the memories of the past ten years, a ten years which
seemed as real to me as the chair in which I am sitting and the paper
upon which I am writing seem to me now, fade into the past like a dream
half captured upon waking, I am ready to begin anew, ready to begin
living, truly living.
THE END
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