Hall P.A.S.S.
*Authors disclaimer*
All characters are fictional, and are all 18 years or older.
In fact, this entire story is a work of fiction.
Any resemblance to real persons, living, dead, undead or having had their consciousness uploaded, is completely incidental, even if possibly hilarious.
This story explores themes like mind control and non-consent and what could perhaps be considered involuntary free use, and as such may not be for everyone.
While the sex starts out fairly vanilla, expect things to get increasingly nasty and varied, as our hero is tempted by the power of the dark side, and the series progresses.
I think most guys have at some point wondered what it would be like if they could just fuck anyone they wanted. Or what it would be like to fuck that someone in particular, who would never give them the time of day.
This story is about exploring that, thanks to a device our hero has gotten his hands on.
A lot of the stuff going on here is morally wrong, and the main character is clearly an asshole, but if any of this has not yet scared you away, feel free to enjoy the story.
As the astute reader might notice, English is not my first language, so some errors along the way are inevitable.
I would love to improve, so feel free to drop a comment or message me and tell me what errors I made, so I can try to not repeat those in the future.
Commenters just leaving a comment that there are unspecified grammatical or other errors, don't really help me fix the problem.
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Chapter 1
I paused once before entering, double checking that the device was running smoothly, and that my earbuds were not about to spontaneously eject themselves from my ears.
The device was in fact still running at thirty percent power, indicating an effective range of up to twenty meters outside, and a bit more inside.
My earbuds were not only fitting snugly, but held in place by a rather uncomfortable contraption wrapping around the ear.
Worst case, even if someone slugged me, it might dislodge itself from my ear, but should still be close enough to shield me from the effect of the device.
I had made a few careful tests with the device on a timer, just in case, and it had worked out pretty good so far.
But like Professor Hall used to say, when she was in charge, reality can throw problems at you that no amount of practice would.
The last thing I wanted was to somehow expose myself to the mind numbing effects of the device, leaving me and anyone else within reach of the device stupefied until the battery ran out.
As a final precaution, I set the timer for ten minutes. Like the alarm on your average smartphone, that the device pretty much resembled, I could extend it with a swipe of the snooze button, in case I needed more time.
Not for the first time, I mentally praised Professor Hall for making the device itself so easily portable and discreet.
Of course, with the device being the Hall Projected Active Stealth System, it would not suit it very well to be super obvious. No, nice and stealthy, was definitely the way to go.
Mostly the device looked the way it did, because it really was a (very) modified smartphone. In the end, Professor Hall had explained to me, it was easier to modify an existing device, than build a new one from the ground up. It was perhaps a bit bulkier than most smartphones, due to the additions Professor Hall had made, but most people would never notice, or think it was just a bulky phone cover.
I paused for a second, almost knocking on the door, then chuckling at the absurdity of it.
I was here to test just how far I could push it with the device, my first real world test, after Professor Hall had pulled the plug on the project, and demanded I destroy the device and erase all the data on the server.
In a spur of the moment decision, I had instead incinerated my own phone, and moved the files to a thumb drive. Sure, replacing my phone had cost me a bit, but the device was absolutely priceless, so well worth it.
Taking a deep breath to steel my nerves, I tried opening the door.
Locked.
It would almost have been too easy, if she had not locked her door, and would have been easier to explain away my "mistake" if the device did not work on her after all.
Luckily I came prepared.
The Maxwell Student Housing was a high tech place, with those fancy electronic locks that most of campus used too.
It had been the work of almost twenty minutes to find an app that would let me spoof most of them in under a minute, or in seconds if I had the opportunity to just clone the key bit.
As I stood there, my phone against the lock, I could feel my palms beginning to become damp with sweat, and my stomach was becoming queasy.
*BEEP CLICK*
The noise the lock made as it recognized the signal and disengaged the lock, seemed like a peal of thunder to me, but I am sure it was no louder than usual.
Pushing the door open, I slid in and closed the door behind me in one swift motion, like I was ripping off a band-aid.
I was standing in the short hallway, the bathroom to my right, and Jenna's room straight ahead, the door open.
I could see she was at her computer, headphones on.
As I stepped forward, she startled and turned.
"What, who..." She began, but then as her eyes latched on to me for a second, her gaze became slightly unfocused.
I was frozen stiff, my heart beating like crazy.
As her gaze became unfocused, I started to relax a little.
"Must've been the wind!" She giggled, and turned back to the computer.
I stood there for a minute, trying not to breathe too hard.
She had been looking straight at me, but then the device must have fogged her mind, and persuaded her that I was part of the scenery.
To be fair the scenery was already pretty cluttered.
She had a nice large bed that seemed about the only surface left uncluttered, the rest of her room was generously strewn with clothing items, books, and empty soda bottles.
Jenna was in most ways, a stereotypical tom-boy, and the state of her room was no exception. Perhaps the clutter was slightly different than what you might find in a guys room, her room smelled a lot nicer, and her spare chair was draped with bits of lacy underwear, she had not yet bothered to put away.
I never knew she wore that kind of stuff underneath, her everyday look being baggy pants and a hoodie. On warm days, she had on occasion gone with a tank top, so I knew she had a nice figure, but that was rare.
As I was taking in the sights, Jenna had gone back to gaming.
From the part of her screen I could see, I could tell she was playing what looked a lot like some sort of Japanese fantasy MMO.
Slowly walking closer, careful not to kick any debris, I made my way to her spare chair, next to where she was sitting.
As I approached, she looked in my general direction for a second, before the combat on her screen claimed her attention once more.
I sat down next to her, and just watched her for a while.
Other than her gamer headset she was only wearing a green tank top, and a crimson pair of hipster panties that fit her like a second skin.
Considering I was only used to seeing her in her tomboyish clothes consisting of baggy pants and hoodies, I had not realized she had such a sexy body, that I was not able to ogle shamelessly up close.
She had the dark blue eyes and almost black hair that some people of irish descent rock, her frame slender, bordering on skinny, yet her breasts were surprisingly large for a woman her size.
I am no expert, but I would guess they were a large C or maybe even a D cup. All I was certain of at that point, was that I would love to get my hands on those - or better yet, my mouth.
In theory I should be able to, if what professor Hall had said was right, and so far everything made it seem like she was.
I remember asking her about how the device worked, before she decided it was too dangerous and that the device and all her data needed to be destroyed.
"You know what lucid dreams are, right? This is the opposite. Instead of being awake inside your dream, being aware that you are sleeping and dreaming, the device convinces the waking mind that it is actually asleep and dreaming.
In dreams you will just roll with whatever is going on, and once the dream is over, you will forget most of what happened inside a few minutes.
It is not foolproof, there are a few flaws and kinks. For one, it doesn't work very well on deaf people, since some of the signals are sonic, and people trained in lucid dreaming might retain awareness, even if their brain thinks they should be dreaming."
While I had touched people during the tests professor Hall had set up, I was going to take it further than she had ever allowed. Touching someone to slip something into their pocket was one thing, but touching something a bit more intimate might risk them snapping out of the faux dream state. Or so professor Hall had claimed, before she decided the device was too dangerous in the wrong hands, and tried to shut the whole thing down.
As my mind wandered a bit, my eyes remained glued to Jenna, looking for any sign that the device might not be working properly.
Occasionally her gaze would move towards me, but the action on the screen in front of her, kept dragging her focus back that way.
Worried that perhaps it was not quite working as intended, I cranked the device up to forty percent power, and felt my own mind get slightly foggy, until my earbuds caught up and matched the power.
Observing Jenna, it seemed like it had worked.
She was no longer giving me the side eye, but she was also moving rather sluggish, causing her to die in the game.
A slight frown of annoyance appeared on her face.
"Damn lag is getting real bad you guys. I might not be able to keep playing tonight, if it doesn't let up soon." she said, her voice slightly slurred like she had had a drink too many.
I had not realized she was on voice chat with someone, and for a moment I thanked my lucky stars that she wasn't face timing. That would have been awkward.
As that thought crossed my mind, my eyes sought out her webcam, and noted with a bit of relief she was every bit as paranoid as most nerds, and had physically covered her webcam with a bit of electric tape.
I knew I was dragging my feet, but it was time to either shit or get off the pot, as the saying goes.
