This is a piece of fiction with adult themes. If you object to explicit language, mind control, and misogyny, this story is not for you. Finally, the suggestion that anyone deserves punishment for dressing in revealing clothing is a useful stereotype, nothing more.
Supermarket Slut
I saw her at the grocery store; she was shopping with an older woman I assumed was her mother. She was a striking young woman, probably nineteen or twenty, tall and slender. Three things caught my eye: her striking, supermodel features surrounded by a mane of golden hair, her skin-hugging black tights, and her skimpy tan cotton crop-top under which she clearly wore nothing. It clung delightfully to her perfect, perky C-cup breasts. Even better, her nipples were hard and poked through the fabric impressively. And from the way her tight pants hugged her ass, she wasn't wearing panties, either. She was a pervert's wet dream. In other words, she was completely and totally fuck-able.
I found myself wondering what kind of father would let his daughter go out dressed this way. It wasn't just that she was dressed provocatively, it was a bold expression of sluttiness, the kind of invitation that led some people to conclude she was asking for it. She was the perfect subject.
When I spotted her, she and her mother were already in the checkout line. If I was going to reel this pretty fish in, I needed to act fast. I gently reached into her mind to discover who she was. I wanted to know why a young blonde bombshell like her would dress like a Tenderloin whore.
Her name was Taylor and she was a recent high school grad from Mt Tam, just across the street. Unsurprisingly given her revealing, come-fuck-me attire she wasn't a virgin, and it turned out she was only eighteen. She'd been fucked by a dozen different boys since her first time and three different boys in just her final semester alone. As you might imagine, she had already developed a reputation as a slut -- mostly because she was one.
To my delight, she and her mother lived alone just a few blocks away from me. Her father had taken off when she was a kid, leaving her with the kind of Daddy issues that ultimately made her trade sex for attention. Her mother, Beth, was a needy vacuous slut, too. I smiled at my good fortune.
Even as I followed them into the parking lot, I began to manipulate their minds. First, I modified the way Beth thought about her daughter's sexual activity. She was already a permissive parent, so I just gave her a few nudges until she firmly believed that Taylor needed an active sex life with an older man as part of her healthy development. Then I moved on to the young woman I was already thinking of as slut-Barbie.
She was already a very horny girl and not terribly bright. I emphasized both until she was practically gasping aloud with lust and so fuzzy between the ears that she could barely remember her own name. She was now more naïve than ever, totally trusting of everyone including strangers, and highly suggestible. Then I approached them.
Normally, most women would be wary when approached by a strange man in a public place. I made sure Beth and Taylor were completely at ease when I walked up to their car.
"Hi, I'm Glen," I smiled. "Do you need any help with your bags?"
Both women were looking at me the way a dog eyes a steak. Taylor was staring at the large bulge in my pants and was almost drooling. Beth wanted me, too, but I commanded her instead to defer to her gorgeous daughter's insatiable needs.
"Oh, I'll be fine," Beth assured me. "But perhaps my daughter can help you get your bags home. Taylor is a very helpful young woman and you seem like such a nice man."
"Oh, I assure you I am anything but," I joked, even as I stoked the flames of Taylor's lust. She was wild-eyed with arousal. "And of course I would be happy to accept your daughter's help. She seems lovely."
"Wonderful!" Beth smiled. She turned to her child. "Will you be alright helping Glen out for a day or so, honey? Just be home Monday morning in time for school, okay?"
"Sure, Mom," the teenager nodded obediently. She was already rubbing her crotch through her tights right there in the parking lot. "Where to, Mister?"
I sent Beth along her way and escorted Taylor to my car, admiring the fit of her attire as we walked.
"You are a very beautiful girl, Taylor," I complimented her. "You have a fantastic body and I love the way that crop-top showcases your breasts."
"You do? Do you really think I'm pretty?" she gushed, lapping up my praise. "Wanna see my... my boobies?"
"I do, but we should wait until we get back to my house," I grinned, mentally encouraging her tendencies toward exhibitionism. We climbed into my SUV and before I started moving, Taylor's head was in my lap.
"Oh, your cock is so big!" she whispered giddily as she pulled my dick from my pants and took into her greedy mouth. "Ip ases o ood!"
"Good slut," I patted her on the back of her head as it bobbed up and down on my shaft. "That's a good little slut-puppy. You just suck on my cock while I drive and when we get back to my house I'm going to make you cum over and over again."
"Mmmph," came her reply and I chuckled as I pulled out of the parking lot into the street.
"Just think, little slut," I told her. "If I hadn't noticed you in the store today, you might have had a normal life. But now, well, now your life will be anything but normal. I'm going to see to that. And it's all because you decided to dress up like a whore. Isn't that funny?"
