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Thanks! ---------------------- STORY BEGINS ---------------------- Minding My Own Business Part II (mc, mf, nc, teen, celeb) By Fitzhemingway In Part One our hero describes his road to mind control and telekinesis expertise (Chapter 1), the control and exploitation of an innocent 13-year old beach bunny in the back of a movie theater (Chapter 2), and the control of the beautiful Cindy Crawford (Chapter 3). After some spanking fun and a rather brutal oral rape at his Hollywood office, our Hero takes Cindy home to his mansion to continue the fun... Chapter 4: The Ride Home The paparazzi that always followed Cindy Crawford fell away quickly as my limo sped off. Lauren, my major domo and chauffeur, was used to quick getaways when I had a famous woman in my possession. Lauren smiled at me from the rear view mirror. She approved of tonight's entertainment. "How are you sir?," she asked in her sultry voice. I had found Lauren in a High School theater company a few years back. She was the spitting image of a teen-age Lauren Bacall, and I had molded her personality so she could carry off "the Look" almost as well as the original. I could almost fall in love with the 20-year old, if I let my self. Our sex was electric, and as close to perfection as I had yet encountered. I only rarely used her for my sexual release lately. I didn't want to spoil myself and lose interest. Mostly she ran the household and kept an eye out for girls that needed my attention. I sighed satisfactorily, "Sated, Lauren... for now. Have any pick-me-ups?" Up front, Lauren winked. She reached into the glove compartment and passed back a small envelope containing a few pills. It's not a manly habit, I know, but these pills would give me the sexual potency I'd need for tonight. I downed them and chased them with a little scotch from the minibar. Switching my attentions, I put one arm around Cindy and drew her close. Absently, my free hand caressed her long, tanned thigh. I pulled her face close to mine, but instead of a kiss, I looked deeply into her eyes... and let my consciousness invade her mind. Her sexual history wasn't as varied as I expected. Richard Gere really was a homosexual, and Cindy had nothing to do with the gerbil incident. A few abusive boyfriends, and a some lesbian tendencies (Cindy was currently enjoying the attentions of a still-in-the-closet Jaime Lee Curtis. Hmm... Jaime Lee and Cindy... a forest of perfect legs. I'd have to sample that soon.) She already had a thing for dicks in her ass (a little disappointing, I like to break them in), but hated bondage (my smile came back). Now, she was calm and still aroused from my earlier ministrations. I explored her mind deeper, and learned all I needed to fully control her. I could command her from any distance now. Whenever I wished, I could tune in to her "channel" and take control as if she were in my arms. I probed a different area, and rattled off some numbers out loud for Lauren. I now had access to Cindy's personal fortune. I left some latent commands and switches in place before I withdrew from Cindy's mind. With a word from me, she would be her normal self with no memory of me, or a toy for my pleasure or anyone else I gave her to. Her eyes fluttered a bit with bewilderment, and fixed quickly on mine. "Oh..... Master...." Cindy cooed. She was completely subservient and completely in love and lust with me. Her lips pressed mine and her mouth opened. The inside of her mouth was inviting and her tongue was hot and powerful. Cindy knew how to kiss. Such a kiss was a novelty to me, and I lingered there while my hands roamed her body. I pinched and rubbed her breasts, bringing her button nipple to firmness. I couldn't stay away from her legs... they were so smooth and supple. Her white cotton shorts were beyond damp now. My fingers traced the outline of her mound and gently pushed on her clit. "Ahhh!!" she squealed. Cindy squirmed out from under me and before I knew it, straddled me as she ground her pussy into my crotch. "Mmm.. fuck me... please..." she gasped between kisses. "Please... fuck Cindy, Master... Cindy needs your cock, Master." I let her continue begging while both my hands gripped her cotton-clad ass. Cindy's scant bikini top was no barrier to me. My teeth pulled it aside and I was rewarded with a mouthful of fleshy tit. Her nipple was a toy for my tongue to play with. The feel of cotton under my hands when I wanted flesh was tiresome. My fingers searched for the seam that passed along the crack of her ass. With little effort, the shorts ripped apart and the globes of Cindy Crawford's ass spilled into my hands. I threw the shorts on the Limo floor and gained complete access to Cindy's body. Cindy rubbed her breasts all over my face, and my index finger found the puckered ring of her asshole. I pressed, sucked, rubbed and explored her body to the point I even lost awareness of myself. Her begging was becoming more insistent, and I released my grip on her ass to let her have her way. She kneeled between my legs on the limo floor and worked off my belt and trousers. Her eyes were fixed on my cock and her lips glistened and quivered in anticipation. "May Cindy suck Master's Cock?" she begged, and her eyes never left my throbbing staff. Cindy kept her hands clasped behind her back in subservience. I met Lauren's eyes in the rear-view mirror. "What do you think my dear?" I asked. Lauren raised an eyebrow in consideration. "If you think she's up to it... all she has to do is open up her lips and blow." I rolled my eyes and returned to Cindy. "Suck it, my little slut." I commanded. I almost jumped out of the car seat, as her head fell to my dick. Saliva ran in streams down the shaft of my cock as Cindy's head rose and fell. She switched back and forth between licking my balls and running her tongue up my glans. Her mouth gently engulfed one testicle, and her well manicured hand jacked my dick while it eclipsed half of her beautiful face. The sight of it was even greater than the feel. Cindy's eyes rolled back into as her tongue rubbed the very tip of my cock. She was milking it for the taste of my come... a side effect of one of my mental commands. Her hand that wasn't pulling and stroking my dick reached to the floor of the car and rubbed and probed her plump, pink pussy. Soon it traveled farther back, and I heard her moans of ecstasy as her middle finger stuck itself in her own asshole. The limousine was now making it's way up Coldwater Canyon, and would soon reach Mullholland Drive and home. I only had a few minutes left of the drive, and wanted release. Grabbing a fistfull of hair, I pulled Cindy's head away from a tremendous deep throat. Thin ropes of saliva and pre-come stretched across the distance between her mouth and my dick before they snapped away. I grabbed Cindy's shoulders and pulled her up to me again. Eagerly, she straddled me and impaled herself on my waiting cock for the first time. Cindy screamed in a minor orgasm, and I nearly lost it myself. It was literally the hottest pussy I'd ever enjoyed. Cindy must run 10 degrees hotter down there than anyone else! Lubrication from her mouth and her liberally flowing pussy ensured a smooth ride, and Cindy took advantage of it. She rode me faster and faster, her arms outstretched and pressed to the limo roof and windows. Her breasts bobbed up and down in a blur. I had to grab them with both hands to get my mouth on them. Her tunnel of love was heaven to my cock. The walls of her pussy gripped my meat firmly as it slipped in and out. Once again, my hands mauled her ass and forced her body down even harder every time she began a downward thrust. With every stroke, my cock seemed to spear her deeper and deeper. She was breathing hard and starting to come for a massive, final time. I couldn't wait any longer either. One of my large hands grabbed her shoulder and pushed her body onto my cock as hard as I could. My other hand gripped Cindy's outstretched throat and slowly squeezed. Cindy was coming hard as I pushed my hips up a final time, ramming my cock into her as far as I could. Orgasm racked my body, and spurt after spurt of come shot into the model. My hand squeezed harder and harder around Cindy's gorgeous neck. Her mouth worked open, struggling for air... and involuntary panic filled her eyes. The combination of her shuddering orgasm and asphyxiation sent signals to her brain she couldn't comprehend... I squeezed until her head relaxed and the tip of her luscious tongue peeked out a corner of her mouth. My grip on her lovely body eased and she fell unconscious to the floor, my cock slipping out of her steamy cunt for the last time. I exhaled in satisfaction, and gazed at the model as she lay sprawled on the limo floor. My mind touched hers briefly, just to make sure no permanent damage had been done. Sure enough, she was just passed out. I pulled my pants up and brushed my hair back as the limo pulled inside the security gates and toward the front of my mansion. Ever efficient, Lauren had called ahead to the staff, and my two lovely hispanic nurses were waiting with a gurney to take Cindy into the house. I staggered out of the car rather weak-legged from the experience. "Inez," I said, nodding back to the limo. "Take Miss Crawford inside and get her cleaned up." "Standard procedure Master?" she asked. I considered it. My standard orders for new girls meant a strict diet of clear liquids and vitamins for several days. The nurses would shave the new catch completely from the neck down, thoroughly douche them and administer several enemas. After that, the new girl's skin would be conditioned and oiled and she'd be fitted with new costumes, all of which included collars. Putting Cindy on the standard treatment meant she wouldn't be ready for me tonight, but maybe another change in plans was o.k. It keeps me on my toes. "That will be fine Inez. I don't want to tire of this one too quickly. Take her away." I patted Inez gently on the behind and gazed wistfully at Cindy's lovely, unconscious body as my nurses wheeled her away. Lauren appeared at my side, glamorous as always in her snug black uniform. "Changed your mind sir?" She also eyed Cindy's form until it disappeared into the house. I'd indulge her sometime soon. "For now. No need to spoil her yet," I answered. "Keep the limo ready. I'm going to clean myself up and check up on things in the house. We'll make a run later tonight." Lauren smiled mischievously and turned away. What a wiggle in her walk! Chapter 5: Interlude In my office, after my shower, I considered my plans for the evening. Cindy Crawford could wait. Yasmine Bleeth and Samantha Mathis were still waiting for me in the basement, but my interest was elsewhere. The large computer screens before me showed a huge selection of entertainment. Thinking of Cindy brought to mind and idea. "Jamie Lee Curtis," I spoke aloud. Computers accessed my database and requested information appeared on screen. ENTRY C671: Jamie Lee Curtis STATUS: No Control Established LOCATION: London, England - on set. COMMENTS: Class A legs and ass. Have computer remind me to take her before she gets out of shape. "Hmm... " I considered. SHALL I CONSIDER YOU REMINDED ABOUT THIS ENTRY?.... asked the computer. "Yes," I responded. "Random Display, Entire Database." The computer flashed a series of entries. ENTRY 502: "Kirstie" STATUS: Light Control Established LOCATION: Anaheim, CA COMMENTS: Probably 16. A blonde handful. Perky tits and a cute face. Raped her in a Disneyland restroom and blanked her short term memory. SEE ALSO: "Carrie," "Donna," "Felicity," and "Sheryl" "Next." ENTRY C513: Alicia Silverstone STATUS: Heavy Control Established LOCATION: Washington D.C. Apartment COMMENTS: Quite a cocksucker. Decent buns. Sent her and Stacey Dash to President Clinton in exchange for Lincoln Bedroom visit. Hmm.. you know, Chelsea's starting to look good. SEE ALSO: Liv Tyler "Next." ENTRY C456: Barbara Streisand STATUS: Heavy Control Established LOCATION: Beverly Hills, CA COMMENTS: Ychhh!!! But she's rich... "Next." ENTRY 235: "Carrie" STATUS: Heavy Control Established LOCATION: Ventura County, CA COMMENTS: 13 years old with a world-class ass. Took her in the back of a crowded movie theater. Since then, she's been her older brother's plaything. He's recently been loaning her out to the men of the neighborhood for cash. SEE ALSO: "Donna," "Felicity," "Kirstie," and "Sheryl" "Good. Next" ENTRY C127: Madonna STATUS: Control Relinquished LOCATION: New York, NY COMMENTS: Good legs, muscle tone. Great fun turning her into a complete submissive. Still have access to her financial advisors. "Next." ENTRY C444: Carrie Fisher STATUS: Control Relinquished LOCATION: Los Angeles, CA COMMENTS: Great nostalgia trip. Took three months to get her back into shape, but chaining her up in that bronze bikini was worth it. "Next." ENTRY 005: Michelle P. STATUS: Heavy Control Established LOCATION: Provo, Utah COMMENTS: Everybody has a cute cousin right? "Next." ENTRY C105: Jennifer Aniston STATUS: Light Control Established LOCATION: Los Angeles, CA COMMENTS: Kept her tied up for five days, just so Lauren could play with her. God, we scared the shit out of her. SEE ALSO: Courtney Cox, Lisa Kudrow. "Next." ENTRY C189: Deborah Norville STATUS: No Control Needed! LOCATION: Los Angeles, CA COMMENTS: A unique experience... she just fell in love with me. Great for facials. SEE ALSO: Katie Couric "Next." ENTRY C059: Racquel Darrian STATUS: Heavy Control Established LOCATION: Household Staff COMMENTS: Fun to capture ‹ I'll never forget the first time I raped her ass. A guest favorite for parties. SEE ALSO: Dyanna Lauren, Traci Lords, Julia Hayes "Oh Bother... Stop Computer!" Almost 1000 entries, and I knew nothing in the database would satisfy tonight. It's a curse that comes with my abilities -- nothing holds my sexual interest for long. "Lauren," I called to the intercom. "I hope the car is ready. We're going hunting tonight." "Yes, Sir!" Chapter 6: The Great Friday Night Hunt I was back in the limo, cruising the streets of Los Angeles on a brisk Fall night. I chewed another pick-me-up and sipped a scotch as I looked aimlessly out the window. "Friday night Lauren," I was dripping boredom. "Any suggestions?" "You could take over another strip club for your own use again," she suggested. I smiled in recollection. A few weeks ago in Michigan, I banished all the men from an exclusive little strip club in Grosse Point. I took complete control of 16 nubile college girls. tenderly and brutally, I violated all of them over a 24-hour period. When someone with my mental abilities goes on a bender, it's quite a party. "That's an idea... let's make our way for Orange County then. Better pickings." Lauren's suggestion was good, but I knew I wouldn't settle on it. At least we had a direction now. Good old white-bread republican Orange County. The suburbs in the Fall.... memories of Friday night football games flooded into my mind. Perfect. "I've got a better idea my dear, let's find ourselves a High School in a rich neighborhood." Boredom had found it's answer for me. At all times, Lauren carried an extensive listing of nightclubs, strip clubs, colleges, high schools, junior high schools and anywhere else potential entertainment might be found. She found a likely High School and we pulled into the crowded parking lot. The lights from the field drew us like moths and I was almost giddy with anticipation. It cost me $3 at the gate to enter a veritable candy store. "Lauren, I think I can handle things on my own here," I said. "Why don't you check out the Visitors side for anything interesting. My faithful aide nodded and briskly walked away. Her black leather pantsuit drew many stares from students and parents alike. I stood in the open space that separated the Gymnasium from the back of the Home stands. Students milled around, waiting for the game to start. I could hear the timeless strains of a bad marching band performing in the distance. With my mind, I broadcast a sort of 'white noise' that touched every one in the vicinity. With this ability I had become effectively invisible, and could roam at will. My first target stood alone with her back against the Gymnasium wall. She was a brunette (5' 2" or so) with a baby face and ballerina legs, probably 16. As I got closer I noticed she was part hispanic, softened with european or possibly asian features. I opened her awareness to me as I approached. She offered a glance but otherwise took no notice. Doesn't it suck when 15-year olds don't pay attention to you any more? I paced back and forth in front of her, leaning in a bit to examine her. She started to look uncomfortable, but my command had rooted her feet in place. "Are you a dancer honey?" I asked her. She was scared now. "Those are great little legs... You should be a cheerleader." I paralyzed her voice. She tried to pull her rather short skirt further down to cover up her legs, but found with horror she was pulling the skirt UP to reveal young firm thighs and a triangle of pink cotton panties. Her eyes were wide with fear and she work her mouth into a silent scream us I sampled a small, tender breast with my hand. By now, my invisibility field had enveloped her too, adding to her confusion and panic when no one came to help her. She couldn't move of her own free will, but the teen was very pliable in my hands. I moved quickly, because there were other pleasures awaiting me. I bent the girl over and ground my crotch into her backside. Her skirt was completely pulled around her waist, and I crouched down, pulling her panties to her ankles. The teenager silently cried with fear and incomprehension, as my tongue ravaged her twat. She tasted very sweet, like only young girls do. Her asshole was so tight, I didn't think I could stick my pinkie finger in there. I satisfied myself by enjoying the feeling of my tongue between her pink pussy lips. Hmm.. the resistance of a virgin pussy greeted me. I pulled my face away, and shoved the girl toward a vacant bench. Her eyes met mine with abject terror. She new I would take her virginity from her. I roughly forced her on her back and pushed her legs apart and her knees back toward her shoulders. She must have been a dancer, her legs were so flexible! This cute little girls pussy was completely exposed for me. I released my cock from my trousers and positioned the head at her virgin gate. I spit on my hand and lubed my shaft as I rubbed the head of my cock on her little nubbin of a clit. Involuntarily, she shuddered with a bit of pleasure. The pleasure was overwhelmed by her despair. I hadn't touched her psyche at all yet. This was going to be a simple rape of a sexy 16-year old girl. Remembering there were more young girls waiting for me, I shoved my cock into her cunt, breaking past her virgin's resistance. Her body arched in pain, and my hands ripped open her blouse, exposing her smooth, tanned stomach and small white breasts. With thumb and forefinger, I pinched each rather large nipple into hardness, while I pistoned in and out of her ravaged pussy. Her little legs bobbed in the air as I bucked her. She looked great as I speared her. Her young pussy was very tight, but had started to lube up a bit the facilitate my ride. I grabbed an ankle in each hand and brought her feet together as I rammed into the teen. I put both feet alongside her cute little face, and pummeled her into the bench with my cock. It felt great, and I knew I had made the right choice for the evening. With brutal thrusts I kept up the pace until I couldn't take it any more. I pulled my cock out as streams of sperm lanced over the raped girl. Lines of come traced over her chest, and droplets ran down the underside of her chin. I admired my handiwork for a moment while I considered my next move. I decided to leave my little dancer, wiping memory of the rape from her mind as I wiped my cock on her lovely face. The football game had started now and most of the crowd was in the stands. Still invisible, I made my way onto the Home team risers and worked through the cheering spectators. Patiently and methodically, I examined potential playthings as I crossed the stands. Little sisters and big sisters of the players, students, young teachers, and moms -- nothing really caught my eye. I started to despair of finding a suitable toy until I was three quarters through the crowd and my eyes fell the girl I'd come to know as Celeste.. Without any command of my own, this girl screamed jail bait or sextoy. She was thirteen and slim, but with rather advanced curves of womanhood. Her skin was smooth as silk and lightly tanned. She had a firm, almost boyish jawline, but full feminine lips. When she smiled, her dark green eyes became slits, and danced over the boys who surrounded her. She had a delicate giggle of a laugh. I walked up the steps toward her and revealed myself to only her. My mind entered hers quickly and explored. Celeste was a flirt, so much so, that her unconscious seemed to welcome my invasion. I had never encountered this feeling before, and I knew I wanted this little girl at my side for a long time to come. "Your mine, my sweet." It was a command and a fact. No further impulse was needed. Celeste practically jumped into my arms, and quickly turned a hug of greeting in a virtual sex act. Her hands groped for my dick, and her mouth glued itself to my neck. She was electric. Before I knew it, my hand was up her little blue denim skirt, getting under flimsy panties. I had forgotten the crowd. They gaped as they saw sexy little Celeste dry-humping like a pornographic mime. By now, I had pulled her up her skirt, and they all got a look at a flawless, plump, thirteen year old ass wriggle in delight. Slowly I realized the problem. I shook the little sexpot off for a moment as I quickly blanked the short term memory of the local onlookers, and hustled her out of the stands. I don't know how I got her out to the parking lot. I was more concerned with groping this Lolita than walking. She was light as a feather and squirmed uncontrollably in my arms as we left the gate behind us. Finding the limo was a problem, but I didn't care. My little Celeste had inverted herself in my arms and freed my granite cock from my pants. As she fed my comparatively huge cock into her mouth, her thighs gripped the sides of my head with surprising strength. Her panties were long gone, and my tongue lapped at the petals of her pretty, hairless pussy. We staggered through the lot like that, drunk on each other's bodies, banging into cars and almost falling over. Lauren's familiar laughter became my beacon as I came closer to the car. In mere minutes I had become addicted to little Celeste, and started to wonder who was really in control. I approached the car and draped the girl over the hood. I looked over to Lauren and just shook my head in disbelief. Celeste still had her hot little mouth wrapped around my dick. She was on her back with her head hanging off the edge. I started driving my dick like I was fucking her face, and Celeste was begging for more. She kicked her feet in delight, denting the hood, but who cared? One last thrust into her eager mouth was it for me, and I started to come down her throat. With each twitch of my dick, she sucked and swallowed and moaned, until I slowly pulled myself out of her face, and not a drop of come dribbled out of her satisfied smile. "Jesus!" I exclaimed. "What the fuck was that about?" Celeste just stretched like a cat and slowly gathered herself up. Lauren just crossed her arms and looked questioningly at me. "What do you mean?" she asked. "I've never come across girl like that since..." My voice drifted off as looked closely at my lovely assistant. She was smiling slightly. "Not since...," I started again, but couldn't complete the thought as I looked at the smiling Celeste. You know, change her hair and Celeste could have passed for a very very young Lauren Bac... Before I could open my mouth, Lauren answered my question with a knowing smile. "Celeste is my baby sister you big lunk! Don't you recognize this High School? This is the same place you captured me!" Celeste squealed in delight and joined us in a three way hug. Lauren and I laughed as one of Celeste's nimble hands found it's way into my pants, and another hand gripped and rubbed Lauren's leather encased ass. With affection, I pulled the sisters close, and lightly nibbled on Lauren's lovely pale neck. I forgot how much fun family reunions could be. 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