The Amplifier didn the girl of 8thstreetlatinas't look like much. A tangle of wiring and integrated circuits. In the center was one of the 8thstreetlatinas new room-temperature superconducing chips. He'd had to 8thstreetlatinas scrounge it from the University the girl of 8thstreetlatinas's Supplies Department the girl of 8thstreetlatinas...well, he thought...steal it, really.
He explored the gain 8thstreetlatinas and other controls. He discovered that of he could control the range of the Amp, from a 8thstreetlatinas few feet 8thstreetlatinas to hundreds of yards. As girl a mere novice, he decided to keep the range short for now.
He girl knew she usually arrived at her desk at site 7:30 A.M., an hour 8thstreetlatinas and a half before most others site were due to arrive. So at 7:32 8thstreetlatinas Jerry entered the 8thstreetlatinas building and walked to Bonnie site's office. He strolled past her door, just 8thstreetlatinas to make sure she was there. He continued 8thstreetlatinas a few feet the down the corridor and paused to the girl of 8thstreetlatinas switch girl on the Amp 8thstreetlatinas. He adjusted the gain.
He went to his lab 8thstreetlatinas, heart pounding. It worked. With the 8thstreetlatinas Amp, he could read the mind of 8thstreetlatinas anyone 8thstreetlatinas he wished, and control the mind of anyone as well. His experiments on Bonnie had 8thstreetlatinas shown girl that the Amp's power was virtually unlimited. He could control thoughts, behavior, beliefs the, and memories 8thstreetlatinas. When he 8thstreetlatinas remembered to switch the device off, his hand 8thstreetlatinas was shaking.
For the 8thstreetlatinas rest of the weekend, Jerry used the Amplifier--and Bonnie--to their limits. He spent the time alternately using 8thstreetlatinas Bonnie's 8thstreetlatinas body and 8thstreetlatinas programming 8thstreetlatinas her mind. After hours under the full site power of the Amp, and site the detailed and inventive control of Jerry's imagination, Bonnie was transformed.
Jerry explored Bonnie's mind and the girl of 8thstreetlatinas body deeply and completely. Soon he knew her more 8thstreetlatinas intimately than any 8thstreetlatinas man had ever 8thstreetlatinas known any woman; she had no secrets 8thstreetlatinas from him the girl of 8thstreetlatinas, could have no secrets from him 8thstreetlatinas. Bonnie's mind was violated more thoroughly than her body 8thstreetlatinas. Under the power of the 8thstreetlatinas Amp, her mind was altered, transformed, and remodeled to 8thstreetlatinas Jerry's whim 8thstreetlatinas.
"Oh, Yes, Lord of. I think Wendy Michaels...and Susie Chin...and Brenda Conners..."
"Fine. Are they the girl of 8thstreetlatinas students?"
"Good 8thstreetlatinas. Wendy is probably at work. I want you to call Susie and Brenda, and invite of them over. Don't say why."
"Susie? Hi. Can you come over site? Oh, nothing much girl...but I've the girl of 8thstreetlatinas got 8thstreetlatinas something you've got to see. OK, I'll be here...bye."
Brenda walked the right in and stopped, stunned by the scene 8thstreetlatinas before 8thstreetlatinas her--because Bonnie 8thstreetlatinas was still 8thstreetlatinas servicing Jerry's cock 8thstreetlatinas. Jerry looked 8thstreetlatinas up at her and smiled.
To Bonnie: "Go over 8thstreetlatinas to Brenda and listen to her. She has something she wants 8thstreetlatinas to girl say to you."
Jerry grinned. "Why don't 8thstreetlatinas you look at yourself, girl?"
"I ordered 8thstreetlatinas your body to undress while you talked to Bonnie," he site told 8thstreetlatinas her. "Now come over here."
He sauntered, unseen, into the girls' locker room in the of gym. The 8thstreetlatinas power of the Amp ensured that none of the girls noticed him. He sat 8thstreetlatinas, grinning, enjoying the numerous lovely views as girls disrobed for showers or dressed after 8thstreetlatinas showers. He spotted one 8thstreetlatinas lovely Freshman and his prick became even harder than it 8thstreetlatinas already was. She was the petite, blonde, with firm upthrust tits 8thstreetlatinas and remarkable hips and thighs. He 8thstreetlatinas walked up 8thstreetlatinas to her, sliding a tendril of control the girl of 8thstreetlatinas into her mind. He read her instantly the girl of 8thstreetlatinas, with 8thstreetlatinas ease. Her name 8thstreetlatinas was Laura. He 8thstreetlatinas made some simple adjustments to her 8thstreetlatinas mind 8thstreetlatinas, and allowed her to see him 8thstreetlatinas. "Hello, Laura," he of said 8thstreetlatinas.
She showed no surprise at seeing a strange man seemingly 8thstreetlatinas appear out girl of thin air, nor 8thstreetlatinas any embarassment 8thstreetlatinas at her state of 8thstreetlatinas undress 8thstreetlatinas before him, or even any shock that the girl of 8thstreetlatinas a male was at large in the 8thstreetlatinas girls' locker room. All this seemed perfectly normal to the girl of 8thstreetlatinas her, courtesy 8thstreetlatinas of the Amp the girl of 8thstreetlatinas. For Laura, Jerry was instantly her beloved, and she was 8thstreetlatinas his willing slave.
"Come with me," he ordered, and she followed him as if 8thstreetlatinas it were the most 8thstreetlatinas natural 8thstreetlatinas thing in the world. Finding 8thstreetlatinas a bench in the center of the locker room, he ordered her to site kneel and the girl of 8thstreetlatinas suck 8thstreetlatinas his cock. Laura complied, unzipping his pants and eagerly giving head. As she did, he reached out with his 8thstreetlatinas mind, altering 8thstreetlatinas the perceptions of all those nearby. Girls began to notice 8thstreetlatinas what was happening. Ordinarily, there 8thstreetlatinas would have been an outcry and attempts to put a stop to 8thstreetlatinas such 'inappropriate' behavior. But the Amp 8thstreetlatinas altered 8thstreetlatinas the of responses of all who noticed the proceedings. They 8thstreetlatinas were the girl of 8thstreetlatinas compelled to draw near 8thstreetlatinas and watch. Compelled, but not willingly. As 8thstreetlatinas Laura slurped site and stroked the girl of 8thstreetlatinas, a dozen or more the girls became 'stuck', standing helplessly nearby 8thstreetlatinas and watching. Jerry 8thstreetlatinas could feel them trying to resist, trying to pull away and 8thstreetlatinas call 8thstreetlatinas for help, but they could 8thstreetlatinas not.
Jennifer Michaels signed the 8thstreetlatinas UPS slip for the small box and carried it inside her apartment. Frowning slightly, she tried to figure out who had sent her this package; she certainly hadn 8thstreetlatinas't ordered anything. Shaking her 8thstreetlatinas lovely head the girl of 8thstreetlatinas, she opened 8thstreetlatinas the box. Inside was 8thstreetlatinas a jewelry box with a card. The card said, "For A 8thstreetlatinas Pretty Lady", with no signature 8thstreetlatinas. She opened the jewel box and found the watch. It looked like a nice one 8thstreetlatinas; she decided to try it on.
He patted the two toys fondly and went to 8thstreetlatinas greet her.
When Jennifer had the regained conciousness, she had been under the total control of the bomb's program. She'd rushed to pack her undies and then girl to the girl airport, hurrying helplessly to of his side on the first available flight. Nothing mattered to 8thstreetlatinas her except carrying out the commands which the device had forced into her brain 8thstreetlatinas. The need to obey, to carry 8thstreetlatinas out the command to rush girl to him, sang and pulsed in her mind, blocking out all other thoughts. She still wore the watch, which was now dead, its battery spent 8thstreetlatinas.
Becky Wilson 8thstreetlatinas and her mother were shopping at the 8thstreetlatinas mall. Becky was girl 18, and was 8thstreetlatinas exceptionally 8thstreetlatinas beautiful. Her legs were exceptionally long, giving her a coltish grace which was extreme even for a 8thstreetlatinas young 8thstreetlatinas girl. Her long brown hair glistened, and 8thstreetlatinas her soft 8thstreetlatinas brown eyes of had an innocent the and fresh puppy-dog look. Becky and her mom had 8thstreetlatinas stopped for lunch. They didn't know 8thstreetlatinas that Jerry had been watching them 8thstreetlatinas for some time. As they chattered away over lunch, they didn't notice the strange of man approach their table 8thstreetlatinas. When he sat down, Becky's 8thstreetlatinas mother turned coldly to him, and said, "I don't recall inviting you to join us. Please leave our table."
To Becky's surprise, her 8thstreetlatinas mother 8thstreetlatinas, instead of reacting angrily, seemed to change her attitude completely. "Yes...you are 8thstreetlatinas right. I 8thstreetlatinas'm the girl of 8thstreetlatinas sorry 8thstreetlatinas. Please 8thstreetlatinas forgive me."
"Mom 8thstreetlatinas, what are you doing? I don't like this. Please send him away," she begged.
"Yes, Sir."
"Yes, Sir."
The "fashion show" seemed 8thstreetlatinas to go site for hours and hours. At last, before she had gone through every garment, her mother returned. She carried bags and bags the of lingerie into Becky's room, and still more bags. Becky's eyes widened. There were hundreds of lovely nylon panties, slips, baby of-doll nighties 8thstreetlatinas, and other things 8thstreetlatinas. A 8thstreetlatinas riot of soft pastel colors, florals, and 8thstreetlatinas shiny fabric.
Recovering from the her 8thstreetlatinas surprise at this deluge of undies, Becky pleaded to her mother, "Mom, help--he's making me do site things the girl of 8thstreetlatinas--making me undress and 8thstreetlatinas show him 8thstreetlatinas my panties 8thstreetlatinas! Make him 8thstreetlatinas stop! I don't 8thstreetlatinas like it!..."
Her mother smiled. "Now, Becky, Jerry is our Master. We the girl of 8thstreetlatinas must 8thstreetlatinas obey 8thstreetlatinas him. You the were born to serve and 8thstreetlatinas please him--that's why I raised you. I want you to be a good little slave and obey the Master. You belong to him, now."
In shock, Becky began pleading anew. But this time, Jerry made a gesture. She fell silent 8thstreetlatinas and approached him, still dressed only in her revealing nylon outfit.
The Amplifier didn the girl of 8thstreetlatinas't look like much. A tangle of wiring and integrated circuits. In the center was one of the 8thstreetlatinas new room-temperature superconducing chips. He'd had to 8thstreetlatinas scrounge it from the University the girl of 8thstreetlatinas's Supplies Department the girl of 8thstreetlatinas...well, he thought...steal it, really.
He girl knew she usually arrived at her desk at site 7:30 A.M., an hour 8thstreetlatinas and a half before most others site were due to arrive. So at 7:32 8thstreetlatinas Jerry entered the 8thstreetlatinas building and walked to Bonnie site's office. He strolled past her door, just 8thstreetlatinas to make sure she was there. He continued 8thstreetlatinas a few feet the down the corridor and paused to the girl of 8thstreetlatinas switch girl on the Amp 8thstreetlatinas. He adjusted the gain.
For the 8thstreetlatinas rest of the weekend, Jerry used the Amplifier--and Bonnie--to their limits. He spent the time alternately using 8thstreetlatinas Bonnie's 8thstreetlatinas body and 8thstreetlatinas programming 8thstreetlatinas her mind. After hours under the full site power of the Amp, and site the detailed and inventive control of Jerry's imagination, Bonnie was transformed.
Jerry explored Bonnie's mind and the girl of 8thstreetlatinas body deeply and completely. Soon he knew her more 8thstreetlatinas intimately than any 8thstreetlatinas man had ever 8thstreetlatinas known any woman; she had no secrets 8thstreetlatinas from him the girl of 8thstreetlatinas, could have no secrets from him 8thstreetlatinas. Bonnie's mind was violated more thoroughly than her body 8thstreetlatinas. Under the power of the 8thstreetlatinas Amp, her mind was altered, transformed, and remodeled to 8thstreetlatinas Jerry's whim 8thstreetlatinas.
"Fine. Are they the girl of 8thstreetlatinas students?"
"Good 8thstreetlatinas. Wendy is probably at work. I want you to call Susie and Brenda, and invite of them over. Don't say why."
Jerry grinned. "Why don't 8thstreetlatinas you look at yourself, girl?"
He sauntered, unseen, into the girls' locker room in the of gym. The 8thstreetlatinas power of the Amp ensured that none of the girls noticed him. He sat 8thstreetlatinas, grinning, enjoying the numerous lovely views as girls disrobed for showers or dressed after 8thstreetlatinas showers. He spotted one 8thstreetlatinas lovely Freshman and his prick became even harder than it 8thstreetlatinas already was. She was the petite, blonde, with firm upthrust tits 8thstreetlatinas and remarkable hips and thighs. He 8thstreetlatinas walked up 8thstreetlatinas to her, sliding a tendril of control the girl of 8thstreetlatinas into her mind. He read her instantly the girl of 8thstreetlatinas, with 8thstreetlatinas ease. Her name 8thstreetlatinas was Laura. He 8thstreetlatinas made some simple adjustments to her 8thstreetlatinas mind 8thstreetlatinas, and allowed her to see him 8thstreetlatinas. "Hello, Laura," he of said 8thstreetlatinas.
She showed no surprise at seeing a strange man seemingly 8thstreetlatinas appear out girl of thin air, nor 8thstreetlatinas any embarassment 8thstreetlatinas at her state of 8thstreetlatinas undress 8thstreetlatinas before him, or even any shock that the girl of 8thstreetlatinas a male was at large in the 8thstreetlatinas girls' locker room. All this seemed perfectly normal to the girl of 8thstreetlatinas her, courtesy 8thstreetlatinas of the Amp the girl of 8thstreetlatinas. For Laura, Jerry was instantly her beloved, and she was 8thstreetlatinas his willing slave.
"Come with me," he ordered, and she followed him as if 8thstreetlatinas it were the most 8thstreetlatinas natural 8thstreetlatinas thing in the world. Finding 8thstreetlatinas a bench in the center of the locker room, he ordered her to site kneel and the girl of 8thstreetlatinas suck 8thstreetlatinas his cock. Laura complied, unzipping his pants and eagerly giving head. As she did, he reached out with his 8thstreetlatinas mind, altering 8thstreetlatinas the perceptions of all those nearby. Girls began to notice 8thstreetlatinas what was happening. Ordinarily, there 8thstreetlatinas would have been an outcry and attempts to put a stop to 8thstreetlatinas such 'inappropriate' behavior. But the Amp 8thstreetlatinas altered 8thstreetlatinas the of responses of all who noticed the proceedings. They 8thstreetlatinas were the girl of 8thstreetlatinas compelled to draw near 8thstreetlatinas and watch. Compelled, but not willingly. As 8thstreetlatinas Laura slurped site and stroked the girl of 8thstreetlatinas, a dozen or more the girls became 'stuck', standing helplessly nearby 8thstreetlatinas and watching. Jerry 8thstreetlatinas could feel them trying to resist, trying to pull away and 8thstreetlatinas call 8thstreetlatinas for help, but they could 8thstreetlatinas not.
He patted the two toys fondly and went to 8thstreetlatinas greet her.
When Jennifer had the regained conciousness, she had been under the total control of the bomb's program. She'd rushed to pack her undies and then girl to the girl airport, hurrying helplessly to of his side on the first available flight. Nothing mattered to 8thstreetlatinas her except carrying out the commands which the device had forced into her brain 8thstreetlatinas. The need to obey, to carry 8thstreetlatinas out the command to rush girl to him, sang and pulsed in her mind, blocking out all other thoughts. She still wore the watch, which was now dead, its battery spent 8thstreetlatinas.
"Mom 8thstreetlatinas, what are you doing? I don't like this. Please send him away," she begged.
"Yes, Sir."
"Yes, Sir."
