Kelly wants to study for finals, but Mark and Sean need to use her for a final exam of their own… one where mind controllers are judged on their ability and skill at turning unsuspecting girls into slaves.
[Warning: this 9200-word short story contains graphic depictions of group sex, puppy play and exhibitionism. Girls are collared and put through their paces… and brainwashed to love it.]
Excerpt:
I blinked rapidly, feeling dizzy and exhausted, and asked, “Sean?â€
Sean smiled and agreed, “That’s me. So, how’ve you been?â€
I rubbed my forehead and replied, “I’m actually really tired. Long week. Can we exchange e-mails, then catch up after finals week?â€
“I, uh,†Sean’s face fell. He was obviously shocked by the reply: I could feel it roll off of him, palpable.
A new male voice spoke from right behind me, “Smooth, Sean.â€
I nearly jumped. I hadn’t heard him walk up to us, and it startled me badly. I turned in my chair to tell him to be a little more considerate… but the protest died on my lips. The guy standing there was the single most handsome man I had ever seen in my life. His face and body were angelic, the sort of thing you might find carved in marble in a Greek temple somewhere. His skin was creamy and free of even the smallest blemish, leaving him looking airbrushed. Best of all, his eyes were like Sean’s: glorious, crystalline green. I made eye contact, finding it impossible to look anywhere else.
Behind me, Sean protested, “I had it, Mark. Stuff was fine.†His frustration curled around him like wisps of smoke. I pictured wavy lines radiating off of him like a shampoo commercial or cartoon and had to bite back a giggle.
Mark reached down and rubbed my cheek. The surprisingly intimate gesture sent tingling thrills of pleasure down my spine. My nipples stood straight out beneath my blouse, and I let my legs spread just a little. He asked, “Were you planning on taking Sean home tonight, pretty girl?â€
«Pretty girl… pretty… pretty…»
The compliment echoed in my head, filling every fiber of my being with warmth and joy. I leaned into his touch and answered softly, “No.â€
“Why not?†Mark asked, his tone still friendly and kind. His fingers were featherlight on my cheek, barely there.
The teasing stimulation was making me damp. I explained, “I have a big math test tomorrow. I need my sleep.â€
Mark smiled and asked, “You’re in Professor Thompson’s class, aren’t you?â€
“Uh huh,†I agreed. It was hard to remember why I’d been so worried about passing the test, with him touching me.
“I have good news,†Mark said, “Prof Thompson never changes his final. I know all about what’s on it. I was helping Sean study for his big exam. Now, I’m going to help you too. Come with us, now.â€
«Come with us now… come… come…»
His words echoed in my brain again, making me feel pleasantly fuzzy even as he withdrew his hand.
I rose unsteadily, feeling a bit like I’d had a few beers. I agreed happily, “Okay. Sure.â€