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 The following day, Jerry petite hair again attached the electrode to his temple and put the device in petite his petite jacket pocket petite. He paused petite, briefly feeling butterflies. "Calm petite down, Jer," he told himself. "What can happen? If it doesn't work, nobody will know petite. And petite if it petite does...if it does..."
 If anyone had been watching, he would petite have witnessed an amazing weekend. Between periodic petite bouts of sex, Bonnie appeared to sleep. Sometimes teen she lay curled with her head in Jerry's lap. At other times he held her head and face, looking into her eyes, which teen were wide with awe and wonder. But during these times, instructions, programs, symbols petiteteen, and commands petiteteen were flooding into her brain--into petite her mind. She was entranced--completely petite in thrall petiteteen to the power of Jerry teen's Amplified mind. Like a child in the hands of a god, Bonnie was helpless to petite resist images. Her mind was petiteteen like plastic, like soft petite clay, in the petite hands of petiteteen the petite molder petite hair.
 It was Monday; he had his new toy call petiteteen in 'sick'. He called her to his side, and she ran to petite him, kneeling before him. He smiled down at her, admiring the curve of her neck as she bowed her petite head petite hair. She petite was dressed only in tiny blue nylon panties petite and a pair of petite panty-hose.
 As Bonnie continued her sucking, Jerry looked over teen the teen newcomer petite. Blonde petite, about 5'4 petiteteen, trim and tanned petite. Big brown eyes. Her tits, while not large, were firm, and her thighs petite hair were muscular and tight. Brenda was wearing a petite short petite skirt and sweater petite hair, and petite hair Jerry was very interested petiteteen in what was underneath.
 With a petiteteen start, Brenda did so. She found that she was completely naked petiteteen, with her clothing petite lying images in a neat pile on the floor.
 As he wandered petite the campus, good looking females stopped what they were doing and lifted their skirts for petite hair him. He fondled and caressed them, and then moved on petite. Lowering their skirts, the petite girls went petite hair on with what they had been doing, as if nothing had happened--and in fact petiteteen, nothing had, as far as they knew.
 He entered a classroom. Looking out at the petite seated students, he issued a mental command: all of the girls spread petite their legs. No one seemed to notice, not even the petiteteen professor, who went on with his petite lecture without missing a petite beat. Jerry strolled through the classroom, pausing here petite and there to inspect a particularly lovely girl. When he'd completed petite his inspection, he caused two of the sexiest to stand and join him at the back of the petiteteen classroom. He took them both, nosily petite, but the rest of the students and the instructor didn't notice. He returned the girls to their seats, his semen petiteteen still visible on their lips and hands.
 She showed no surprise at petite seeing a strange man petite seemingly appear out of thin air, nor any embarassment at her state of undress before him, or even hair any shock that a male was at large in the girls' locker room. All this seemed images perfectly normal to petiteteen her, courtesy of the Amp petite. For teen Laura, Jerry petite was petite hair instantly her beloved, and petite she was his willing slave.
 Slowly, Jerry had the petite girls do a petiteteen 'rotation petite hair', taking turns petiteteen giving head. Finally, he returned petite to Laura petite, who was rewarded by an petite enormous spurt of semen petiteteen. She managed to swallow most of it, but some ran down her lips and chin.
 Finally, Jerry decided to try something really petite spectacular. He triggered all of the girls in the room to orgasm at the same petite time. The orgasm was so intense that none could remain standing. He images smiled petiteteen, as he watched the naked and semi-naked girls writhing and flopping on the tile floor of the locker room, gasping for breath and sobbing with pleasure. He noticed that, over petite by the entrance petite, several girls had just entered the locker room and were still dressed in street clothing. They too, squirmed and spasmed on the petite floor, overcome with orgasm.
 Satisfied, Jerry had one petite of the hair girls clean him up, and left the petite hair locker petite room. None of the girls remembered anything about what had happened during his visit, but all petite hair of the most beautiful petite retained subconcious mental programming which images would bring them to him petite later. Jerry smiled, congratulating himself at the petiteteen cleverness of this. Whenever he wished, he would trigger this program, and petite the girl petiteteen would petite come, helplessly, compulsively, to him petite. They would resist, would fight, but the program would bring petite them petite to him. And then they would join his growing harem.
 He had his new slaves suggest the names of other girls to him, and petite they eagerly compiled a list images of petite the prettiest of their petite girlfriends. Jerry petite hair would add them to his 'family petite' in petite due course.
 When Jennifer spotted him, she fell to her knees. Using his Amp petiteteen, Jerry examined her hair mind. Her programming was petite perfect petite; she had responded exactly as he had expected.
 Jerry smiled. "I don't think so. And you should learn some manners, bitch."
 Becky didn't petiteteen understand. What images was her mother doing? She didn't know this strange man. And her petite mom was acting as if he was an old petite friend, or as if he had some sort of control over her. Becky became frightened.
 Becky hair found that she could not speak or make a sound. Or move petite. All she could do is petite hair listen petite helplessly as the stranger spoke to her mother.
 "Come here." Like a puppet, she obeyed.
 "All right. Enough of this game." Turning to the petite mother, he said, "I shall now bind your petite daughter to me, even as you are bound. Watch as I complete her enslavement petiteteen."
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