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Joy C. James
Enslaved At The Gas Station (Erotica, Exhibitionism, Mind Control, Slave)
Enslaved At The Gas Station (Erotica, Exhibitionism, Mind Control, Slave)
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In this 3,500 word short story, a young truck driver is quickly enslaved and then fucked in her own truck by a sexy but amoral mind-controller. Though she struggles, she can't help but fall under her new master's influence. Mature audiences only.
-EXCERPT-
“My name's Michael,” the man explained. “I bet yours is... Kitty.”
Who the hell did this guy think he was? That's what I tried to think, at least, but it was hard, so damn hard to think anything bad about him. I reminded myself, strongly, that my name was Harriet. I never particularly liked the name, but it was my own, not the one he decided to give to me.
But I felt a smile crawl over my face, and my voice was surprised as I breathed, “Oh my god, how did you know?”
“I'm a bit of a psychic,” Michael said. “I'd love to tell you more, but I need to get out of here in a hurry.”
“Where to?” I asked, immediately.
Michael gave me another look. “Well, I think I've got a bit of time, actually. How about you give me a blowjob, and I'll tell you where I'm headed?”
My eyes widened. There were a thousand words that I felt start towards my lips, curses and hateful scorn, but all of them faded away. The smile never left my face, and my mind was wrapped up in a warm haze of pleasure. More than anything else in the world, at this very moment, I wanted to suck Michcael's cock. I knew it would be the most fulfilling thing I could possibly do.
“Sounds like a plan, big boy,” I very nearly purred.
-EXCERPT-
“My name's Michael,” the man explained. “I bet yours is... Kitty.”
Who the hell did this guy think he was? That's what I tried to think, at least, but it was hard, so damn hard to think anything bad about him. I reminded myself, strongly, that my name was Harriet. I never particularly liked the name, but it was my own, not the one he decided to give to me.
But I felt a smile crawl over my face, and my voice was surprised as I breathed, “Oh my god, how did you know?”
“I'm a bit of a psychic,” Michael said. “I'd love to tell you more, but I need to get out of here in a hurry.”
“Where to?” I asked, immediately.
Michael gave me another look. “Well, I think I've got a bit of time, actually. How about you give me a blowjob, and I'll tell you where I'm headed?”
My eyes widened. There were a thousand words that I felt start towards my lips, curses and hateful scorn, but all of them faded away. The smile never left my face, and my mind was wrapped up in a warm haze of pleasure. More than anything else in the world, at this very moment, I wanted to suck Michcael's cock. I knew it would be the most fulfilling thing I could possibly do.
“Sounds like a plan, big boy,” I very nearly purred.
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