Chapter One - Tramp On The Run
There was a girl running through the forest. Poor thing. She had shoes, that wasn't the problem, although they were a pair of white four inch heels, which certainly made the running difficult. She had clothes, a loose grey sweat shirt cut at midriff and cutoff blue jean shorts, tailored so tight at the crotch that even a camel would've cried for a size larger. I mean, they were comfortable for running. But she wasn't comfortable. For one thing, she was being chased, actually hunted, and that scared her like a bunny sensing a hunter. The other thing was her new breasts. They were more than twice the size they'd been just a month ago. They were a bulking weighty intrusion and their bouyancy, the slow heavy bounce with each leap she made, gave her a lopsided feeling, as if she might fall over whenever both tits jiggled like heavy jello toward one side or the other.
If she cared to try, April wouldn't remember where or how she got her new improved and enlarged udders. Her mind was fully concerned about her escape. What she didn't know was it wasn't an escape at all, her captors had allowed her to bolt out the back door of their hunting cabin after hypnotically planting the notion in her head that she ought to bolt. Simply put, they were hunting her for sport. The winner would take all; all that he could screw and abuse for a night in front of the cabin's fireplace. The five hunters who shared the cabin had rented April from her pimp who they'd met at the Pitt Stop, a strip club outside Pittsburgh where she'd been a dancer, mostly. That is, when she wasn't dancing Frost-T had her bringing in the cah-ching through private and sometimes not so private sessions. April had been one of Frost-T's best cash cows ever since he'd bought her off of JB Neuman, the hypnotist April had the misfortune of bumping into in the Pitt campus library six months ago.
Actually, it was JB who purposely bumped into her, and he had just enough acting ability to make her think she was at fault. As her shoulder aligned with his, the bump was unavoidable, and JB made a huge deal of dropping an armful of papers.
"Hey, watch where you're going!"
"Ah! Excuse me... I'm so sorry," April had been appropriately confused by the sudden collide, on top of which she'd been raised so gentiley (by an old-school Protestant family) that the manners of apology came to her automatically with every social surprize. One could say that at 19 she had yet to develop street smarts, not even suspicions about the possible ulterior motives of strangers. "Are you alright?"
"Yeah, I guess." JB housted up his bulky frame, and his belt over his ample belly, and gave a sigh. "No harm done. How about you?"
April was kneeling picking up his strewn papers.
"Me? Oh. I'm ok. Thank you." She handed him his scribbled notes. If she'd had time to look at them closely she would have seen that JB had developed profiles of all the newbie babes at Pitt who might be vulnerable to his mind control methods. Even though he took a couple classes to justify being on campus, at 31 JB Neuman was a little old to be a student.
"You sure?" JB arched one eyebrow, projecting an intense gaze into her green large doelike eyes. "Would you mind if I gave you a little check-up before you go, just to make sure?"
"Make sure of what?"
"That you haven't had a mini-seizure, or that your equilibrium has been thrown off."
It sounded improbable to April, yet this man had the manner of an intellectual, perhaps even a doctor. He verified that he was a pre-med student, and that his specialty was going to be neurology.
"How long will it take?" She asked.
"Three minutes, maybe less. Please, sit down." She did. "First, how do your eyes feel?" He continued gazing deep into them. His concern amused her a bit, he seemed so serious. But his attention also made her feel comfortable and special. She was a bit introverted here at college, and even though she was very pretty in a girlish more than a womanly way, she'd had few college guys making advances toward her - they all seemed more interested in the 'glamour pusses', the girls who dolled thamselves up more for attention. April had never been that way. She used make-up sparingly and prided herself on a more natural look. Sadly, she found herself making few friends that way.
"My eyes are fine, I guess."
"Let's make sure. Look upward as far as you can while holding your head faced forward."
April tried it. It wasn't hard. Just a little awkward, maybe.
"Now," JB continued, happy that his prey was innocently following sugestions already. "Relax your eyes in that position for the count of three. One. Two. Three."
April was wondering what this eye test had to do with her health, but felt, well, she's come this far...
"Slowly lower your eyes now, until you are facing me."
She did, and her relaxed eyelids followed her pupils downward. Seeing this made JB quite happy. The test proved she was a good subject for hypnosis.
"Everything seems to be ok," he said smiling. "I just wanted to test you on one more thing." JB pulled a purple stone out of his pocket. April found herself oddly fascinated by the object immediately. It was very smooth, shiny and pretty, yet at the same time the dark purple color gave the stone an exotic look.
"What is your name?"
"April. April Simmons."
"April, I want you to imagine this stone contains the essence of your heart, mind and soul."
"Why would you want me to do that?"
"Because your happiness and pleasure will be within whoever holds this stone. And you deserve happiness and pleasure, April. Because you're a good girl."
A part of her knew what he was doing and wanted to resist. But her curiousity and his calm relaxing manner made her want to play along.
Whatever he said or did next is now a blur to her. April remembers following JB out of the library and into a nearby apartment building. There were many students, mostly guys, walking through the hallway as JB escorted her to a small bedroom with a large recliner chair, in which she was ordered to sit. Something deep within April was excited by following the fat young man's orders, knowing she was getting herself into a potentually dangerous situation.
When she now has a moment free of her intensely horny feelings, she recalls being spellbound by the eyes of the fat, slovenly man who held the purple stone which contained her soul. She recalls his voice droning on with instructions that went straight to the center of her brain. His voice in her brain began to sound like her own voice; whatever he said, she would repeat in the voice deep within.
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As April ran through the thick dark and damp forest, her young augmented breasts jostled, and so did her memory. She remembered a normal childhood in a happy family, an average schoolgirl in an average town who managed to get above average grades so that she could get a scholarship to a great college. Had it all been a dream, or was this the dream?
One of the things she remembered was that she began to love JB. It was a strange,illogical love that was obsessive nearly to the point of insanity. Gradually her every thought had become a warm sensual glow revolving around the desire to please him. The willowy, thin girl wondered how she could be falling in love with such an obese, slovenly boy, but such thoughts were fleeting.
She wrote to her mom and dad that she's found a boyfriend at school, but she didn't go into much detail. They were happy for her. She'd been quite an introvert throughout high school. Oh, she had a group of a few close friends, and she was very cute in a mousy way, with her light brown hair with a few natural highlights setting off her round soft green eyes and pert nose. There were quite a few guys who vied for her attention, but her late-blooming and shy personality disuaded them from following through when she seemed to lack interest in them.
JB spent the first three hypnosis sessions with April conditioning her mind toward warm erotic feelings of affection before he began the physical, sexual phase. It had been his experience that bitches were more obedient for the long term if they were conditioned to think intensely of sex while at the same time being denied it, at least in the beginning. Later, they would be prime mental slaves who would get hornier through humiliation.
That's how JB really liked his girls. April would be his fourth, the other three he'd used until he'd gotten bored with them, then he'd sold them off to pimps. He never even asked much, the top price he'd gotten for his college girls turned into brain-addled submissive sluts was five hundred bucks, and he was well aware that any one of those cute babes would make their pimp at least that much in one night. But JB never wanted to take the chance of being busted pimping the girls, his thrill was looking down at the pleading eyes of a gorgeous hot college slut as her lips were wrapped lovingly around his rigid, though somewhat small, member. Before he'd mastered mind control, the girls throughout high school had laughed at him, espescially when the jocks he was forced to take showers with in phys-ed spread it around his classes what a little dick he had. Walking down the hallways JB's face would turn red every time he heard those smart-ass bitches giggle and call him bugfucker and eraserdick. That's when he determined one day he would get his revenge.
And tonight, after patiently molding April's thoughts and feelings, he would get his revenge on the female gender once again.
She knew he was coming over and she was all excited. She'd spent hours getting everything ready. A dinner that included all three of his favorite foods; pizza, burritos and hamburgers, and of course plenty of ice cream, pie and beer. Fortunately, the girl April shared the Shadyside apartment was away for a week, espescially since April had the urge all day to do the cooking practically in the nude; she wore only a tiny thin cotton apron, the top part of which started at her nipples (which were hard as stone all day), then fell across her front in a round lacy piece that barely protected her crotch area.
Several days hence, right after one of her relaxing sessions with JB, returning home she's walked directly to the bathroom and shaved every hair from her genital area, til she was as smooth as a baby's behind. She even applied baby powder, patting it in and giggling mindlessly as she lay on her bed feeling wonderfully stupid and contented, hoping JB would soon see and like her puffy bald pussy.
"Pussy." She said softly out loud. It had always seemed offensive to call it that before, but now she liked the term. She wanted to give her pussy to JB. She wanted him to please himself with it any way he wanted.
JB was two hours late when he banged on her door. He purposely hadn't taken a shower for two days. He wanted April to smell his funk, so that she'd be simultaneously repelled and turned on by it. He'd also been drinking, because he knew it put him in a nasty mood.
