Chapter 4 - The Purity Ring
Okay, this story got a bit long winded. There were a lot of plot points I wanted to develop.
Please let me know if you like this longer format, or if you prefer I get down to business a lot sooner.
As always, all characters in this story are 18+ years of age.
Our main character in this story is still an asshole, who puts women under the influence of his mind altering device, and uses them for his sexual pleasure.
As before, the story explores stuff such as Mind Control and Non-Consent.
In this chapter our MC will be stealing the virginity of a fellow student. There will be creampies with the possibility of breeding, and a bit of oral sex thrown in for spice.
If this is not to your liking, you might want to go back and read one of my other stories that is more to your taste.
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I will admit I was amazed at how many nude pics women seem to have on their phones.
The spyware I had put on Jenna and Alicia's phones gave me a rare insight into the daily lives of women.
What I had learned from reading their messages and looking through their galleries, was that they were a lot hornier than I had thought.
I might be the paranoid type, but I would never keep such a treasure trove of info on my own phone. I mean, it is the most vulnerable device we have, and usually quite easy to get into, but I suspect it is a female thing.
Most guys I know are a bit more security minded, and will at least see to it that it is locked more securely than just a fingerprint. Even more so, if they are the type that likes to have a little action on the side. You don't want your girlfriend to unlock your phone and go through your stuff, while you are out cold.
I spent a lot more time going through the girls' phones than I intended to, but I found a lot of stuff that gave me inspiration for my future visits to the girls. If the pictures were boner inducing, some of their texts were even more so.
Apparently Alicia was very interested in anal stuff, and got extra strong orgasms from that.
I filed that nugget away for future exploration.
Mainly, I had just been going through the phones to check if they had any suspicions, and to find out where Alicia was staying.
To my surprise, she was attending a trade school, training to become a hairdresser, and living not far from the mall where I met her. From the pictures in her phone, I could gather that it was a tiny studio apartment.
When I was not being a perv going through the private content on the girls' phones, I was hard at work trying to increase my understanding of the HallPASS devices.
Lately I had been booking every available electronics engineering lab time slot I could get my hands on, using the advanced machinery there to map out and try to reproduce the bits of the device that I had not yet found much on in the notes I stole.
It was slow going, but at least I was making good progress on the earbuds. The device itself was far more complex.
The only saving grace was that it was a prototype, so Professor Hall had not done anything to make it tamper proof. The coding was accessible, even if I lacked the skills to do anything other than minor modifications to it. Which I wasn't going to even attempt, until I had it all cloned and had a backup device to test it on.
I was not going to risk killing the golden goose, so taking it slow and steady seemed in order.
My main constraint was money.
If I could just order all the right components online, I would make a lot faster progress than I was. But since I could not do that, I had to do a bit of dumpster diving in the trash bins at the electronics engineering lab, whenever I was there. Often the more affluent or wasteful students would just bin whatever they were working on, if they felt a mistake they made was unrecoverable.
I was starving for components, so I gladly took their scraps, and spent time recovering anything useful to me.
I even put up an ad on e-bay, offering to trade components I did not need, for other stuff that I did.
It was for that reason that I was getting ready to go out. A fellow student needed some of the rarer components I had harvested, and was willing to trade me a bit of cash and an old phone of a make that would be a nice basis for a new device.
I had been looking for one of those, since they were not manufactured anymore, so it was quite the lucky find for me. A more modern phone could probably also work, but with my level of understanding, the less I changed about the device, the more likely it would be that I would be able to make a working backup.
So for the first time in a couple of days, I remember to shower and put on clean clothes. Skipping classes to work on my own project, living off of pizza delivered to my room, I had been quite the hermit.
Before I left, I figured I should back up the files I had on my phone, so I hooked it up to my computer, and got it started on moving all the photos and logs from the girl's phones.
It was going to take a few hours to get everything moved over, but it had to be done. It would not do to suddenly run out of storage space on my phone, and risk missing out on something important or naughty on their phones.
I was almost out the door, before I had the irresistible urge to double and triple check that the device was safely stashed. Despite my OCD impulse to check it, nothing had changed. It was still behind the false back in my kitchen closet, where I had plugged it in to be charged earlier.
Leaving it behind was not something I did often, but last night's testing had included draining it dry of power completely, to see if the different power levels changed the output.
But if I absolutely had to leave it behind, I would make sure it was safe and recharged, in case I needed it tonight.
Not having used it for a while was making me antsy.
Jenna had mentioned in a text to Becky she had been having these dreams lately. That instead of Jason, she was more often dreaming about me.
When I read the first such message, I was worried she was remembering too much, but I was pleasantly surprised to learn that the dream she was recounting was one she had had on her own. She did not go into great detail, only that she had never really seen me in that light, until her dreams drew her attention to how hot I was.
I was slightly insulted at how Becky mocked Jenna for finding me hot, but I guess it is no different than what my friends would do if I told them I thought Jenna was hot.
She was, of course, but most guys on campus would never guess, what with her tomboyish ways and her baggy clothing.
Grabbing my backpack with all the bits and bobs my customer wanted, along with a can of Red Bull and my keys, I was out and on my way.
The sunlight seemed a notch sharper than usual, but I guess that is what you get for turning into a nocturnal hermit for a while.
Making my way through campus felt good. Plenty of other students around, doing their studenty things. Rushing to classes, like I should have been doing.
Just one more week, I promised myself, and I will probably have a working backup made.
Probably. Possibly.
"Marc, good to see you man."
I had to raise my voice a little, to get his attention. The canteen was rather crowded, and the sum of all the voices talking added up to a lot of white noise.
