AUTHOR = JAX
E-MAIL = JAX@jaustin1.fsnet.co.uk
I was sitting eating my lunch at the local Mall, when I felt this itch-like feeling at the back of my brain. I turned and looked around. At the far side of the dinning area, were two men. One was old, I do mean old, as old as my grandfather; the other was much younger, I suppose mid-twenties. Before I knew what I was doing I was walking towards them, my only thought to be near them.
"Hello little one," the older guy said, "what's you name?"
Little? Who is he calling little? There's nothing little about my boobs, they're my pride and joy at 34D. Then I heard myself reply.
"My name's Wendy," I said.
"Hello Wendy," said the younger guy, his eyes on my bust. There's nothing unusual about guys looking at my bust, they have been doing it ever since they were big enough to discern.
"Do you want to come with us?" the older guy asked.
Don't be silly, no way, you pervs, I thought. "Oh yes please," I heard myself answer, and I found myself walking after them towards the car park.
What's going on here? I thought, what am I doing? Just then we reached their car, a large saloon. I'm not up on car types so I don't know what make it was. The older guy opened the back door and meekly I climbed in.
"You drive," he said to his younger companion, and he got in beside me. "Oh these are nice," he said, his hand reaching under my jacket and cupping my left boob.
"Oh thanks," I heard myself reply.
"What size are they?" he asked
As I have said, my boobs are my pride, so with some relish I replied, "They're 34 D sir." Where did the sir come from, and why weren't I objecting to his advances?
"Please get them out for me," he asked politely.
Get lost, I thought, but my hands were already unbuttoning my top. Now my bra was exposed to his gaze. Oh fuck, what am I doing? But my immediate problem was trying to get my blouse off within the confines of the back seat.
"Oh my," he said as, at last, I had removed all my top clothing. His hands now moving over me, squeezing and cupping. "Park up, Tony," he called to his companion, then to me he said, "Okay, my love, let's have the rest off, shall we?"
My hands now became busy undoing my jeans and rolling them down my thighs.
"Knickers as well," he said.
"Sorry," I said, pulling them off as well.
Sorry! What was I saying? I'm stripping off in front of two total strangers, not that I have anything to be ashamed of. I've been told that I've a good body, not that most guys get beyond looking at my boobs. I noticed that the car had now stopped moving and looking out of the window we seemed to be parked on a piece of waste ground. I was now lying down and my elderly occupant was in the process of getting his stiff member out. What the fuck was happening to me? Why was I allowing all this to happen? Just then I felt him enter me with a powerful thrust.
Surprise number one was that I was more than ready to receive him, my pussy was already wet. I lay there under him as his speed built up, then surprise number two, my hips started to move against him, to increase the friction. Then came surprise number three, literally, for when I felt him spurt inside me I came too.
I lay there not knowing what had happened. His weight lifted off me, but I didn't move.
"Very nice, my little one," he said. "Your turn now," he called out to his companion.
I felt the car move as both doors opened to allow them to swap places. I lay there keeping my eyes shut tight, as again I felt a body weight descend onto me and a new hard one enter me.
"Oh my," my new lover sighed, his hands active on my large boobs. "She sure is something," he commented.
My hips again moved against his thrusts until again I came with almost explosive force. His body left mine and he returned to the front of the car.
"I expect you're wondering what's happening?" the old man said. That's the understatement of the age, I thought. "Well Wendy," he said (well he at least remembered my name), "my name is Jeff and my friend here is Tony. I have this gift which I am at present trying to teach Tony here. It's a bit like hypnosis but much stronger."
"What! You've hypnotised me... made me do things," I screamed.
"No, not quite. As I said, it's like hypnotism, but you're right, I've made you do these things," he said with a large smile.
"Oh no," I cried. "I'll go to the police," I threatened.
I didn't like the way he laughed at that. "Of course you won't. I won't let you, my little one," he said. "But what you will do is anything I tell you to. We're going to use you as our little training aid."
"What? Please, just let me go," I pleaded.
"No one's holding you down, girl," he sneered. "You can leave anytime you like, but then you can't, can you? For I control your mind, now don't I?"
"Oh, please don't," I cried, my tears gushing from my eyes.
"What I'm going to do now is release my controls, except for a few little items. First, I won't allow you to tell anybody about what has happened to you and, second, I won't let you injure yourself or anybody else."
I didn't feel any different. I just knew I was free, at least in part.
"Now, little one, Tony will try and control you and I want you to try and stop him, OK?" he smiled down at me.
Sod these two weirdoes. I'm getting dressed then I'm out of here, I thought.
"Now Tony, I'm sure you can do better than that. Stop her getting dressed. Come on, it should be easy for you now," his voice said sharply.
Come on fingers, do those buttons up, you've had enough practice over the years. But it was becoming harder and harder to make them do as I wanted.
"That's better," the old man's voice was softer, "now get her to strip again."
"Oh shit, here we go again, my clothes were coming off again and I was again naked.
"There, that wasn't too difficult, now was it?" praised the older man to his pupil. "Okay, little one," he said to me, "get dressed and we'll take you home."
They dropped me off on the corner of my street.
"Thanks, my little one," the old guy smiled at me, "I can be honest and say you are one of the most beautiful girls I have ever had the pleasure of."
"Thank you sir," I said with pride. What the fuck was I doing? These two weirdoes raped me and here I was, thanking them. I opened the back door and prepared to run away as fast as possible.
"Stop," the old guy called out. My legs froze and I couldn't move. "You'll be seeing us again soon, Wendy," he said and my heart went cold. "I want you to be a good opponent for Tony here, fight him at every turn, OK? Now off you go."
I got in and ran my bath. I lay there soaking for a long time. Things like this can't happen, but I'm pretty sure it wasn't a product of my fertile imagination. Okay girl, so it did happen, what are you going to do about it? Nothing came to mind and tears sprang anew from my eyes. I felt like I could thrust a knife into them, but I knew I wouldn't be allowed to. It looked like I had to endure their attentions for a little while at least. One consolation was they made sure I had a good orgasm, that's more than some of my boyfriends had done.
As the days passed, I came to believe that it was all a bad dream, that is until I felt that familiar itch at the back of my brain. Oh no, fuck it, here we go again. At least I put fresh underwear on after my shower at lunchtime. What am I thinking of? I'm about to be raped again and I'm pleased that I put fresh knickers on.
"Hello again, my little one," it was the younger one this time.
"Why don't you piss off," I said angry, "and stop calling me little. You know they're a size 'D'."
"My, we're feisty today," he chuckled.
"Feisty," I shouted, "what would you be like if someone did this to you? Make you do disgusting things with a complete stranger."
"Luckily it's you who will be doing these disgusting things and not me," he smiled nastily. "Now that gets us back nicely to the job in hand, now doesn't it?"
"Fuck you, you perv," I spat back.
"Enough of this friendly banta," he said. "My car's over there."
Oh shit, here we go again. My legs moved without my consent towards his car. It looked like the same one as last time. Like a gentleman, he opened the door for me and I slid in. We drove for a few minutes and then he parked up behind an abandoned building.
"So, what are we going to do now?" I said. "If I can't guess." While I was speaking my hands were busy on my clothes. I tried hard to stop them, but all to no avail.
"My, I had almost forgotten how nice your tits were," he commented.
He impatiently made a grab for them and, in that instant, he lost control and, as a reaction to his touch, my elbow smacked into his temple. I sat there stunned at the turn of events. I knew I was not allowed to hurt him, but somehow I had knocked him unconscious. What to do now? Well, first I could run off, but that wouldn't solve anything. Okay, get dressed. That was a good start. Let's check the boot. Yes, towrope. I could use that, make him secure, then when he awakes he'll only tell me to untie him. Shit, this is impossible.
Okay, if I couldn't hurt him directly, perhaps I could indirectly. Find the jack and get the front wheel off, girl. I've seen a boyfriend do that once when we had a puncture. Okay, drag him out and put his body under the engine. Right, what next? Okay, start the car and put it in gear and drop the clutch. Easy, those six lessons with the AA will come in handy now. Well, it was a plan, but will I be allowed to do it? Okay girl, think of this as another driving lesson. Clear your mind, put the car in gear, check mirror, signal, bring the revs up to one thousand and lift the clutch slowly. Shit, I can't move my leg. I hit my knee hard with my fist. Ouch, that hurt, but my foot jumped off the clutch pedal. The car rocked and then crashed down with a lovely crunching noise. He was not a pretty sight, time to go.
* * * *
What have you done?" shouted the old guy.
"Me, the same thing I'm going to do to you if you don't piss off and leave me alone," I shouted back.
"But it's impossible for you to hurt me," he said half to himself.
"Like it was impossible for me to hurt him, whatever his name was," I said.
"Yes," he said softly, "I don't know how you did it."
"It was easy," I boasted. "You think you know everything. You can control me, and in most ways you can, but listen to me now, I will kill you too, given time."
He couldn't believe it. I could see it on his face, but he had to believe the evidence; his young student was dead.
"Okay, I don't need this, there are others out there who I can control," he said, but he didn't like being thwarted by a mere girl. With one last look at me he turned and walked away, his head down in defeat.
THE END
