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This is a sequel to an earlier story (AMOST - Keri). It is not necessary to read the earlier one, just to know that our mind-controlling protagonist had met and enjoyed a girl a few days earlier, and has decided to visit her on the weekend.
Proofing thanks go to doorknob22.
As always feedback is welcome.
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All characters and events are fictional. Many are illegal, immoral and/or impossible. Never try this in real life. You do not have mental powers.
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Keri's apartment is in a quiet residential area. I can't hang around outside without looking suspicious, so instead I wait until the early evening on Friday before heading over. I just have to hope she doesn't have plans to go out early. When I arrive at the right street I spot a lone figure heading for the same building. A quick mental scan shows I'm in luck: not only is Keri home, but this woman is a friend of hers, going to her apartment for some drinks before hitting the town.
My scan also shows the woman has noticed me following her a few feet behind in a deserted residential area. I am making her nervous, something that is not helped by my taking mental control of her body. Her steps falter, then continue, now under my direction.
We arrive at the door to Keri's apartment building; the woman presses the intercom button. Here is a moment of risk - my mental control is insufficient to command people to say what I want, I can only silence them or allow them to speak. But Keri buzzes us in without checking, and we are soon inside and in the elevator, which is when I finally get a proper look at Keri's friend (whose name I determine is Renee).
Renee is a fairly tall blonde in her mid-twenties. The hair color is artificial, as evidenced by the darker roots and eyebrows, but it suits her well. Currently it is tied up at the back, but it looks like it would extend well past her shoulders if let free. Renee's face is round and soft and has an indefinable air of innocence about it. Her gray eyes dart around as she tries to regain control of her body - if she manages it she'll be the first, but there is no sign of that. Her long coat conceals her form, but a mental command from me and Renee opens her coat to reveal a shapely body clad in a tight dark green dress, stockings and black heels. I take a long, appreciative leer at her body, something which only adds to her alarm; I catch her looking at me as I look at her, and favor her with a suggestive wink.
I'm tempted to do a more hands-on inspection, but a ding from the elevator tells us we have arrived at Keri's floor. Keri's apartment door is directly opposite the elevator; she must have heard the elevator arrive because as we exit it she is opening her door to greet Renee. I have taken care to be behind Renee, so I see Keri before she sees me. I quickly assert control over her as well, and Keri silently holds the door open as Renee and I enter.
As Keri closes (and locks) the door, I look her over. She is just as I remember from a few days before: medium height, slim build, with wavy dark brown/blonde hair of the kind sometimes referred to as 'dirty blonde' (feel free to add the obvious joke here). Her face sports a slightly upturned nose above full lips, as well as an expression of profound shock at being controlled. Neither her face nor her mind register any recognition of me from our previous encounter. Which is how it should be; my ability to erase memories is a blunt but effective tool.
As I inspect Keri, I hear a voice behind me.
"Hey Renee, I - oh, hello."
I spin around to see a third girl in the hallway holding a glass of wine. My instinctive reaction is to take hold of her mind and shut her down; she immediately stands still and silent. Moment of panic averted, I wonder if there are any other surprises waiting for me. I widen my mind to inspect the local area (I can sense other minds up to around 130 feet away but it takes a conscious effort to do so). Only the four of us present, even the neighbors seem to be out. Good.
The girl who surprised me (and is now struggling vainly against my mental orders not to move) is short. That's the first thing you notice. A brief delve into her mind brings up a name and age - Tina, 23 - while a long glance up and down provides more interesting information. Tina's body has clearly benefited from sport or regular gym visits - another mental query returns memories of competitive figure skating. Her long blonde hair (real blonde this time, and much lighter in shade than Keri or Renee's) frames an elfin face with pale skin and a light dusting of freckles over a button nose. Altogether a very pleasing package.
I can see the living room behind Tina, so I make my way there. I pour myself a glass of wine from a bottle on a coffee table and take a seat on the wide couch while the girls line up in front of me for inspection. I had planned on spending a night (or longer) with just one girl, but now it seems I have my work cut out for me. I'm sure you feel sorry for me, dear reader.
Renee is still wearing her jacket, but with a silent mental command it soon hits the floor around her legs. Her dress follows. Long legs lead up to a narrow waist, a flat stomach and medium-sized breasts in a lacy red push-up bra that shows a respectable amount of cleavage. Matching red panties conceal her pussy, but as I have her turn on the spot I see the panties are in fact a thong, and I am treated to a pleasingly unobstructed view of Renee's firm ass.
Tina's dress apparently takes some effort to remove; in the end I have to have Renee help her out of it. But the result is worth the wait, as I admire the petite girl's body. Pale skin outlines a trim figure. Either her dress was underwired or she doesn't need support, as Tina's perky apple-sized breasts are unconcealed by a bra. Her chest is flushing red with embarrassment as I openly ogle her almost completely naked form (save for simple white panties and stockings).
Keri has chosen a simple little black dress for this evening, tight around her torso before flaring out at the hips. Sheer black tights show off her shapely legs, even without the benefit of heels. For the moment I leave her dressed.
I set my glass on the coffee table and address the frightened women in front of me.
"Not bad, not bad at all. You probably want to know what is happening, hmm? It's simple really. I have the power to control your bodies and minds. I am also a perpetually horny pervert. Put these two together and the rest should be clear. Any questions?"
I remove my mental gag on each woman in turn - Keri first:
"Gah! Fuck, what did you do? Who are you? Renee, who is this?"
Then Renee:
"..ah! I don't know him, I don't know what's going on! Why couldn't I talk? I-"
Then Tina:
"... Wha-oh! How do you do that? Please, let me put my clothes back on, just go, why are you he-"
I let them talk over each other, building up a babble of increasingly panicked voices. I sit and listen for half a minute or so before silently standing and walking back to the corridor and into the kitchen. The girls are not allowed to turn their heads, so the next time I am in their field of view I have returned with a pair of kitchen scissors. This does nothing to calm them; I can feel at least Tina building to a straight-out panicked scream, so I silence her with a mental order. I then silence the other two as well - no need for me to talk over them.
"Alright. Clearly this is a lot to take in. Perhaps a further demonstration would help."
I approach Keri, scissors in hand. Her eyes widen and fix on the blades; I need to reach into her mind and dial her panic down a little to stop her fainting. Standing in front of her, I run my free hand up from her waist, tracing the line of her body before reaching the neckline of her dress.
"Now then, let's see..."
I pinch my fingers around the neck of Keri's dress and pull it a little way off her body, making space for the scissors in my other hand. As the cold metal blade brushes her skin Keri feels an intense need to flinch, but my control of her is solid and right now I want her to be still. So Keri stands motionless as I cut a long slash down one side of her dress, from the neckline to her stomach, before switching hands and cutting the other side. On my command the girls on either side of Keri grab her dress and start pulling. In short order Keri's dress lies in tatters on the floor of her living room and she stands before me in a black bra, panties, tights and heels. Keri steps out of the shoes, and the rest is destroyed by snips and tears, until her body is completely exposed to me.
Sure, I could have just removed the dress in a more conventional fashion. But having Keri unable to resist as her friends equally unwillingly strip her sends a clear message about the absoluteness of my control. That, and it's fun.
I remove my own clothes so quickly I barely notice I've done it, save for the relief of freeing my penis from my increasingly tight pants. I step forward and lift my arms; with a silent mental order Renee and Tina slip under my arms, which come to rest on their shoulders (a little awkward considering the height difference but it's not for long). As the girls on either side of me start to kiss my neck, my chest and the side of my face, their hands brush lightly against my skin. Tina's nails are trimmed short, but Renee's are carefully manicured and painted, leaving faint scratch marks as they pass over my chest which fade almost immediately. It's most distracting, but I manage to keep my eyes mostly on Keri as she lowers herself to lie on her back on the carpet in front of me (a soft deep carpet this time rather than the scratchy industrial carpet I had fucked her on in her office a few days ago). Keri spreads her legs, reaches one hand down and parts her pussy lips. Her cheeks burn with embarrassment at exposing herself completely to me and her two friends. A fairly complex set of mental tweaks and Keri's pussy starts to become aroused - a purely physical reaction, Keri's mental state remains the same. A more simple order and the hand between her legs begins to move, stroking and probing her pussy as we watch her become wetter. On a whim I return Keri's voice to her, and she immediately starts vocalizing what must have been running through her head for a while now.