 But a breakthrough had happened. Jerry had realized that there were two sides to communicating with club the brain. And the new superconductors...He club mickey mouse had been working like a fiend jpeg for two months. He hadn't mentioned it to club mickey mouse his thesis advisors--the implications were too huge. So he'd had to pretend to be working on his original thesis. This club amounted to two full-time jobs, and the effort was beginning to mouse tell on him.
 He placed the seventeen Amp into a small plastic box and put the club unit in his pocket. In seventeen the other pocket went the heavy battery pack which would club power it club. Grunting, he club made a note to work on minimizing the power requirements. A fine wire ran under his shirt, up his neck, and to a mouse small adhesive patch on his temple. He covered the patch with a mouse cap.
 He knew she usually arrived at club her desk at 7:30 A.M., an hour and club a half before clubseventeen most others club were due to clubseventeen arrive. So clubseventeen at 7:32 Jerry clubseventeen entered jpeg the building and walked to Bonnie's office. He strolled past her mickey door, just to make sure she was there. He continued a few feet down the corridor mouse and paused to switch on the Amp. He adjusted the gain.
 He went to his lab club, heart pounding. It worked! With the Amp, he could read jpeg the mouse mind of anyone he wished, and control the mind clubseventeen of anyone as well! His experiments on Bonnie had shown that the Amp club mickey mouse's power was virtually clubseventeen unlimited. He could control thoughts mickey, behavior clubseventeen, beliefs, and memories club. When he remembered to switch the device off, his hand was shaking.
 "Bonnie, I want you to think about all club the girls you know, your friends and acquaintances."
 "Fine. Are they club mickey mouse students?"
 "You cannot move, and you cannot clubseventeen speak. You club mickey mouse will stand club mickey mouse right there, and watch Bonnie give service," he ordered, and Brenda was compelled club to do exactly that.
 Finally, Brenda gave up. She wearily turned to Jerry clubseventeen, and club said, "I don't know what you did to her, but whatever mouse it was, I'm mickey not smart enough to club break through clubseventeen to her. But jpeg you'll mickey never do it to me."
 Helplessly club mickey mouse, struggling to club resist, Brenda approached club him, finally standing before club him, only club a foot or two away.
 A club little later, as club he was exploring Brenda's mind club and club body, Susie mickey arrived. She club was a petite asian mickey girl, with small breasts but clubseventeen spectacular legs and club mickey mouse hips. A similar scene to the one that had happened with Brenda club was played clubseventeen out, except that Jerry had Brenda play club Bonnie's role as Susie tried to 'talk clubseventeen her out club mickey mouse of it'. Bonnie stood by, giggling at Susie's exchange with Brenda, occasionally commenting to Susie: "It club's no use, Susie, she clubseventeen will never listen seventeen," or "You'll understand jpeg soon clubseventeen, Susie, 'cause you'll belong to our Master too.", or "Can't you see that we belong to the Master, girl?" Eventually jpeg, as had mouse Brenda, Susie gave up.
 He entered a classroom. Looking out at the seated seventeen students, he issued a mental command: all of seventeen the girls spread their legs. No one seemed to notice, not even club the professor, who went on with his lecture without missing seventeen a beat. Jerry strolled through the club classroom, pausing here and there to seventeen inspect a particularly lovely club girl clubseventeen. When club he'd completed his inspection club, he caused two mouse of the sexiest clubseventeen to stand and join him at the club back of the classroom. He club took them both, nosily, but the rest of the students club and the instructor didn't notice. He returned the girls to their seats, his semen still visible on their lips and club hands.
 He looked down at the young girl. Her whole conciousness, all of clubseventeen her attention, was club focused on his cock. For Laura, nothing seventeen else existed, nothing else mattered. She existed to suck club mickey mouse and pleasure this cock. Jerry knew she would continue until club she died, were he to clubseventeen command it club mickey mouse. Now he looked at club the growing seventeen circle of half-clad girls, his club unwilling club audience. One by one mouse, he mentally club ordered them to display clubseventeen themselves to him. Those who were more fully clothed jpeg were forced to remove their outer garments club, retaining clubseventeen only panties and half-slips or panty-hose. They club turned, bent over, and club mickey mouse performed other club motions to allow club Jerry to evaluate their charms. All did clubseventeen as commanded, but again unwillingly, forced by the club power of the Amp.
 That night, Jerry amused club himself with Bonnie, Wendy, Laura, and clubseventeen Julie clubseventeen. He club mickey mouse had programmed Laura and Julie exactly as he had club Bonnie, and club the four girls served him joyously and eagerly. Brenda and Susie had been sent out to buy sexy lingerie club for themselves and the others.
 The device continued to emit its recorded clubseventeen program until its battery ran down; Jennifer's club mind absorbed the seventeen program like clubseventeen a sponge.
 Jerry was lounging by the pool, fondling two of his girls, and watching clubseventeen several others club frolic in the water. Like all of his club slaves, they were mouse topless, and wore only tiny nylon panties, even in the water.
 He club mickey mouse patted the two jpeg toys fondly and seventeen went to greet her.
 "Mom, what are you doing? I club mickey mouse don't clubseventeen like this. Please send him away," she begged clubseventeen.
 Becky found that club she could clubseventeen not speak club or make a sound club. Or move club. All she could do is listen helplessly as clubseventeen the stranger spoke to her mother.
 Becky watched, helplessly seventeen, as her mother walked off without another word, hurrying to begin her club buying spree.
 He divided her undies jpeg into two piles, then pointed at mouse one pile. "You will discard these. Never to be worn again." The rest he seventeen returned to her dresser.
 Her mother smiled. "Now, Becky, Jerry is mickey our Master. We must obey him. You were born to serve and please him club--that's why I raised you. I want you to be a good little slave and obey the jpeg Master. You belong to him, now."
 He reached out club with the jpeg Amp. With practised ease, he adjusted Becky's mind. The teen gasped, a little "oh" of surprise and pleasure, as his seventeen mind entered hers and began installing seventeen controls. In a few moments, the process was complete. Becky, 18 years old, fell to club her knees in helpless worship of her Master.
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