The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“So, how does our diner stack up against the one in Ft. Worth?” he asked her. He was eating fish and chips. Penny was sitting across from him in the booth eating a cobb salad.

“Oh, it’s much nicer. The cook hasn’t had to come out and threaten an unruly patron once since we’ve arrived.” They ate in silence for awhile, then she leaned across the table, obviously wanting to tell him something in private. He leaned forward, too, their heads almost touching. “Do you think the night dispatcher knew what we were doing?” she whispered.

He kept his voice low, too. “Without a doubt. You were … shall we say … verbose?”

She looked down and blushed crimson. “I … I couldn’t help it. I wasn’t thinking.”

“We were both well beyond the ‘thinking’ stage. Ron, the deputy on duty … well, his wife ranks about a nine-point-five on the ‘Gossip Scale,’ so my guess is that everybody in town already knows about it.”

Penny gasped. “Do you think so?”

“Yes. And do you know what else?” He waited until she gave him a wide-eyed shake of her head. Their noses were practically touching. “Right now, we are confirming that rumor to everyone here.”

She sat back and snapped her head around toward the dining room. At least half of the people were staring right at them. She closed her eyes. “Oh, no,” she groaned.

They ate quietly from that point on. The sheriff rose when he was sure that she was through, carefully left exactly 20% of the tab on the table for a tip, then he helped her out of the booth. As he did so, he put his lips next to her ear and said, “I’m going to take you home with me, deputy. I want you in my bed tonight.” She couldn’t suppress a shiver. She stood meekly beside him as he paid at the register. People were still staring at her, whispering back and forth among themselves, and she couldn’t stop blushing and averting her eyes downward. At last, he was through and she followed him out the door to his truck.

“I … I need another blouse,” she told him quietly. “This one is missing two buttons.”

He nodded and drove the three blocks to her boarding house. June Freeland met them at the front door. “Good evening, June,” the sheriff said cordially, taking off his hat. “I’m going to need Penny for … um … an assignment tonight. I wanted you to know that she wouldn’t be coming home.”

June nodded. “Assignment, Joe? Can’t you come up with something better than that?”

He shuffled his feet. “Why, Ms. Freeland … I don’t know what you mean.”

June set her mouth into knowing scowl and nodded. She took Penny by the hand. “Come along, dear. I’ll help you pack your toothbrush.”

Penny could do nothing but follow along. She was mortified. When they were in her room, she finally got up the courage to mutter: “My gosh. Everybody knows. It just happened, and everybody knows.”

June threw back her head and laughed out loud. Then, seeing that she wasn’t helping Penny’s peace of mind any, she simply smiled and patted her on the arm. “Don’t fret, honey. Everybody’s happy for you. And they’re especially happy for HIM. You’re good for him. We can all see that. Now, how long do you think you’ll be stayin’ with him?” She tossed the smaller of the two suitcases on the bed and began folding Penny’s clothes.

The sheriff lived about ten minutes away, north of town in the woods. Penny sat silently in the passenger seat of the pickup. “I want you to tell me why you said what you did, back in the office,” he ordered. “You told me that you’d never been with a man, but that you weren’t a virgin.”

She glanced at him in the growing dusk and sighed. “I’ve never talked about this with anyone,” she said quietly. She took another breath, trying to compose herself. “It was a year and a half ago. In fact, it was the first and last time I wore that dress I have … before now. Bernardo … the chef at the café … he hired a lot of waitresses. It took two of us to handle the place. I was always there, but there were an awful lot of girls who came and went. One of them … Sandra … she was pretty wild, I guess. She kept trying to get me to go out with her. Shopping, to the movies, out on double-dates … that sort of thing. Finally, I just gave up and said okay. We both had a Saturday night off because the café was closed. They’d found some sort of bugs, and the place had to be fumigated, or something. Anyway, we bought new dresses, and then she insisted on taking me to a party at some fraternity. But it wasn’t at the college, it was somewhere else … at someone’s house down south of the city.

“It was a pretty wild affair. There were a lot of guys there, but I was used to dealing with guys that were hitting on me. It happened all the time in the restaurant. There were lots of drugs and alcohol, but I just refused everything. Sandra disappeared with a guy she obviously knew, and I never saw her again. One of the guys got me a bottle of water, and I drank that. It must have been already opened when he handed it to me, but I couldn’t testify to that. The guys seemed nice. Really. I remember I started feeling sick … dizzy, and I remember they all acted concerned and tried to help me. And … that’s all. That’s all I remember. I don’t remember individual faces. I don’t remember what happened. I don’t remember ANYTHING. The next memory I have, I was sitting at my kitchen table at home, and I was drinking orange juice. It was about ten in the morning, and Mom was still passed out in her bed. I felt really grimy and I just wanted to take a bath. I can remember feeling something dried and sticky all over me … on my legs, on my arms, on my face. I felt … contaminated. I lost track of everything again after that. Suddenly, I was in the bathtub, and the water was cold. I ran some hot to warm it up and I started taking stock of myself. I was really, really sore between my legs, and when I dried myself with a towel, I found out that I was bleeding a little. My panties were ripped, and absolutely soaked with slimy white stuff that was starting to dry along the waistband. That dress, though … that dress was still perfect. Whoever did that to me … and from the amount of … stuff in my panties … there must have been several of them … they’d obviously taken the dress off first. My wallet was open in my purse, but nothing was missing. That must be how they knew my address.”

“And, of course, you didn’t file charges,” he said bitterly.

“I didn’t KNOW anything! Sandra never came to work again … not even to pick up her pay for the week. She drove that night, and I don’t know where that house was … or even what it looked like. It was dark. I can’t remember the name of the fraternity … or even if it really WAS a fraternity. I had washed all the evidence off my body … I think I must have spent more than an hour in that bathtub. I have no memories … and even those that I can still put together are all fuzzy. It was the perfect crime.” She wiped a tear from her cheek. “And I was the perfect victim. That’s one of the reasons I wanted to go into law enforcement … to help other girls who might have gone through that sort of thing.”

By this time, they had turned off the main road and traveled down a long dirt driveway. Penny was grateful for the distraction, and she could just make out the long, single story ranch house as they broke into a clearing in the woods. “This is nice,” she told him.

“I was raised here,” he said. “Part of the house … on the right, over there … it’s been rebuilt. There was a twister that tore it up ….”

“The one that killed your parents.”

He sighed. “Yes. The storm shelter is over there, but they never made it. It left the main part of the structure intact, though. Even the furniture, and pictures on the walls. Tornados are freaky things. I’ve been working on rebuilding the place for a long time, now.”

He parked in front of the main door and went around to help her out. Then, he grabbed her small suitcase and led the way inside, across a foyer and into a living room. She was glancing all around when he scooped her up in his arms and twirled her about like a doll. She shrieked with laughter, then put her arms around his neck and kissed him. “So … you see … that special memory that every woman has … I never did. Not until now. You’re my first, sir.”

“And here’s the first thing to remember, starting tonight,” he said, smiling. “If you ever call me ‘sir’ again, I’m going to have to severely punish you.”

She kissed him again. “Mmmm. That might be … nice.”

He laughed, shaking his head. He set her on her feet again, gently wrenched her arms free of his neck, and began unbuttoning her blouse. Apparently, he’d gotten the hang of it, because in no time at all, she was bare from the waist up. She stood meekly before him, letting him drink in the sight of her. She was shaking slightly. “Perfect,” he said. “Absolutely perfect.”

“They’re too small,” she told him, blushing.

“YOU are small, dear lady. THEY are perfect.” He undid the skirt and held onto her as she stepped out of it. “No … come to think of it, while you may be small, YOU are perfect, too. Repeat after me: I am perfect.”

She laughed again. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d laughed like this. But she fell silent, shocked, as he fell to his knees in front of her and slid her panties down over her hips. “Oh gosh, sir!” she exclaimed as he leaned forward and started kissing her bare belly. “I … I mean … Joe, sir. Oh gosh! I … I don’t think I can call you tha …. OH GOSH!” He was licking her, closer and closer to her pussy. She put a hand on his broad shoulder as he picked up one of her feet and slid her shoe off, followed by the panties. She almost stumbled, but he supported her until she was completely nude. Then he stood and unbuckled his gun belt and held it out to her.

“Put this over there on the wall rack,” he ordered. He released it as soon as she took it in her hands, and she almost dropped it. It was heavy. She’d forgotten how big the Colt revolver was. Quickly, she padded over to the wall hangers and slung the belt over one of the hooks. It was odd how doing his bidding while she was naked seemed to emphasize her accepted level of obedience. It thrilled her.

When she turned back toward him, his shirt was gone, and he was using a boot tree to get his cowboy boots off. By the time she had walked back to him his pants were on the floor, and he was pulling down his underwear. Awed by him, she put the palm of her hand on the center of his hairy chest and felt his muscles there. His cock was thickening, but not yet erect, and she took her other hand and trailed the tips of her fingernails downward, across his stomach, onto his manhood. Now he was swelling magnificently, and she couldn’t help but tremble. “I can’t believe I can get this thing inside me,” she marveled.

In the blink of an eye, he bent down and scooped her up into his arms, and he carried her effortlessly down a hallway. She buried her face into the side of his neck and held him, her eyes closed, not knowing or caring where he was taking her, or even the direction they were going. She finally felt herself being lowered onto a bed. She didn’t let go or open her eyes. “Joe ….” She paused and considered the way the word felt on her lips. “Joe, we should talk. I should tell you something.”

“No,” he told her. He kissed her then, long and hard. When he finally pulled away from her, she was gasping. “No more talk,” he told her firmly. “No more words. I’m going to take you again. I’m going to take you now.”

She nodded. “Yes. Alright.”

He began sucking on her nipples. He was much too large and heavy for her to push around, but if she tried hard and persisted long enough, she found that she could twist her body so that he could continue suckling, but now she could reach his erection. She stroked it, squeezed it, pumped it as far as her hand would allow. She found his scrotum, and was delighted when he moaned loudly around her breast. He, on the other hand, seemed to be able to reach any part of her body that he chose to touch, and his thick, hard finger started tracing circles around her clit caused her to strain and buck against the contact. She felt herself building toward another explosion, but before she could attain it, he was moving her, positioning her body beneath him. She knew what he wanted, and tried to squirm her buttocks while pulling on his cock until he was in the proper position to enter her.

As he began pushing into her body, she … for the very first time in her life … discovered what it was like to be completely helpless in the arms of a lover. His strength was overpowering, his weight overwhelming. He slowly, steadily pushed into her. She could tell that he was trying to be gentle with her, trying to be considerate. But it really didn’t matter, physically. She loved him more because of it, but she was utterly and completely powerless. His weight crushed her into the softness of the mattress. The rhythm of his strokes, slow and purposeful at first, became more and more urgent, more forceful, more lost to passion. Finally, he was pounding into her, and she was small and feeble and vulnerable, completely defenseless in his arms.

It was the best feeling she had ever experienced.

His cock swelled, and she felt him begin to throb, deep inside her womb. She felt his seed fill her, overfill her, splash against her inner thighs and leak onto the bed beneath her. He thrust one last time, and he hit something, far up inside her, so that she shivered and cried out. It was nowhere near as intense as it had been that afternoon, and yet, it was somehow better. Feeling trapped like this, surrendering to him completely like this … this was the best. This was perfect.

After a long two or three minutes, he pulled out of her and rolled off of her body. He reached for something, and she found a fistful of tissues in her hand, which she used to wipe up the effluence oozing out of her and puddling beneath her. But as soon as he thought she was finished, he pulled her over onto him, so that she was nuzzling into the crook of his arm as he lay on his back, his breathing hard, but slowing. His arm was around her, and somehow, he had been able to pull a sheet over them both. She felt … safe … protected. This was where she belonged. She thought that he might discard her tomorrow. He might use her as a one-night-stand and throw her away, like that wad of tissues … a receptacle for his pleasure and nothing more. But at least for one night, she was happy … fulfilled … complete. At least for tonight, she was where she wanted to be.

She listened to the sound of his heart for what seemed an eternity. And then she slept.

She awoke early and stared at him for a long, long time. Then, she arose and found a bathroom, where she showered, primped in front a mirror for awhile, and dressed. She woke him up at seven o’clock, laughing and dodging his arms as he reached for her, calling him lazy and telling him to get up. She asked how he liked his eggs, and she beamed when he told her they were just right, as were the biscuits and the coffee and the bacon she had found in the refrigerator.

The rumors would only get worse, of course, if they arrived at the office together, but he didn’t seem to care about that. She, however, hadn’t gotten used to the idea of being the topic of sexual rumor and speculation, and she found herself blushing and stammering several times during the day … especially when Bea caught her during a private moment and asked: “For God sake, Penny, what was he like?”

During the afternoon, he had called her into the office for a “private meeting,” then he had coaxed her out of all her clothes, bent her over the desk, and entered her from behind. Sex was still very new to her, and the various positions were things she had never even thought about. This one, in particular, had him pushing deeper into her than he ever had before; and while she had been unable to touch him in any way, he could touch and squeeze and pinch and rub every exposed inch of HER body. Her orgasm had been shattering, and she had cried out, in spite of herself. Surely, Bea had been able to hear her … and possibly ever person in the building. She couldn’t meet anyone’s eyes after that. And yet, she found the humiliation somehow oddly stimulating. She wasn’t just being sexually used … she was being sexually OWNED. She pondered this, back at her desk, and decided that it was not only true, it was actually exhilarating. Had she really become that perverted?

When Joe wasn’t copulating with her, he was busy planning … something. He spent two hours with his chief deputy, whom he had called in off vacation. Bea had confided in Penny (during one of the times she was fishing for specific details of her sexual trysts) that Joe had gone out and bought a new cell phone, and instead of having HER dial numbers and getting other parties on the line, he was doing everything himself. She was bitter that he didn’t trust her enough to include her in his plans … whatever they were. But Penny understood, at least to some extent. There seemed to be no secrets in this town, and there was little doubt in her mind that if Bea had known whatever THIS secret was, she would have started the gossip on its way down the road toward total disclosure.

Near five o’clock, she knocked on his door and went into his office. “Will you be … um … needing me anymore today, sir?” she asked.

He had been engrossed with some paperwork, but he laughed at her, rose and came around the desk. He caught her up in his arms and kissed her so hard that she lost her breath, and she almost stumbled when he let her go. “Yes, deputy. I’d like you to go to the market next door for me, please. Carl, the owner, should be working the meat counter in the back. This is the one day of the week I eat steak. Have him pick out a good one for me. I should be done here by the time you get back.”

Carl, as it turned out, had the steak ready for her. (“Ah! You must be Penny. I cut the rib eye a little large. Hope it’s enough for the two of you. Here’s a bottle of the Cabernet he likes … he’ll be happy you picked it up for him. No, we don’t take credit cards, but that’s okay … I’ve already put it on his tab. Say hi to Joe for me. See you around, Penny.”) And Joe was waiting for her when she got back, ready to go. She allowed him to take the groceries, lead her out to the truck and help her up to the passenger seat.

She regarded him as they drove toward the ranch house. “What are you working on, Joe? Why all the secrecy?”

He smiled. “I’ll tell you all about it tomorrow evening. It should all be over by then.”

“It’s something dangerous, isn’t it? I think you’d tell me, if it wasn’t.”

He seemed to consider this. “Maybe a little. It’s not the danger that I’m concerned about. It’s going to take a lot of … well … leadership, I guess. I’m afraid that I might not be up to the task. I’m afraid I might … fail.”

Penny was aghast. “Joe, you’re the strongest man I’ve ever met.”

He smiled. “Strength isn’t always physical, Penny. Strong men have sometimes made big mistakes.”

“Joe, I want to help. I HAVE to help!”

He beamed at her. “You already have. I wouldn’t be doing this if it wasn’t for you. I … I’d pretty much given up on the whole thing until I met you. You gave me something to fight for again.”

“I don’t understand.”

He reached over and put a hand on her bare knee. “Tomorrow. I’ll tell you tomorrow.” They rode in silence for a minute. “Let’s change the subject, shall we? You had something you wanted to tell me last night, but I was in too big a hurry to listen. Now, I will, I promise. What is it?”

“Oh, it’s nothing.”

“Tell me.”

She looked over at him and made an inner decision. “No.”

“What … You’re keeping secrets from me now? Is the quid pro quo?”

She thought about it. “I just don’t want to talk about it. It’s not important anymore.”

He shrugged and let it go. They were home, anyway.

In the kitchen, he cleaned a couple baking potatoes and put them in the oven, then he opened the wine and poured a glass for each of them. She didn’t drink, normally, but took it and sipped. He gave her the grand tour of the house, talking about things … his brothers and sisters, his parents, giving each room and item in the dwelling a little story for illustration. He left her so that he could start the charcoal grill on the patio, and she went to the flowered chair in the living room and sat, comfortable in it, her feet tucked under her as she watched him prepare things outside for cooking. But when he came back in, he stopped abruptly, staring at her with a shocked expression on his face.

“What’s the matter?” she asked.

He shook his head. “Nothing. It’s nothing.”

“What? What is it?”

He finally smiled and laughed at her. “I don’t want to talk about it. See? Two can play at THAT game.”

She came to him. “Tell me!” But he grabbed her and tickled her and made her shriek and laugh, and he held her and kissed her, and so she forgot about it for the time being.

Dinner was wonderful. She’d made a salad to go with the meat and potatoes, and he grilled the steak medium for her, even though he preferred rare. They talked about the property, the woods, the little creek out back, and they kept the conversation going while they did the dishes together.

Afterwards, he found a station on the satellite radio that she liked, and he went off to talk on his new cell phone, doing something to prepare for tomorrow’s “big event,” she imagined. She curled up in the flowered chair again, and listened to the music and wondered what he would do to her tonight, in bed. She heard a car on the driveway outside, but she figured it would be his chief deputy, called to discuss plans, and she didn’t really care. Everybody knew she was here, and anyway, she felt relaxed and drowsy and wonderful sitting here like this. She liked to imagine that she belonged here … in this house, in this chair, with him.

“OH MY!”

The exclamation made her sit suddenly upright, wide awake. “Madam Dormir! What are YOU doing here? What’s the matter?”

Joe was with her. “Oh my!” the older lady said again. “Joe, isn’t this just a little … um … spooky?”

Joe grunted. “No, I would definitely NOT call it that. It’s just a coincidence, that’s all. Now, please come in. Sit down. Why are you … um … What can I do for you?”

Madam came in, but she did not sit down. Penny had gotten up, and Madam came to her and took both of her hands in hers. “Please don’t mind us, dear. It’s just that you remind us of someone, that’s all.”

“Who?”

“It’s not important,” Joe said curtly.

Madam ignored him. “His mother, dear. She was … petite, just like you, and had dark hair, like yours. And she always sat in THAT chair, with her feet tucked up underneath her, just the way you were doing. Joe’s right, it’s all just a coincidence, but it’s a little … well … unsettling, when you’re not expecting it, that’s all.”

Penny kept Madam’s hands in hers but looked at Joe. “I remind you of your mother.”

“NO! You are nothing like my mother!” He took a breath. “I mean … well … you might look like her a little, but this is NOT some sort of Oedipus complex! There was no other woman like her, but I loved my mother … like a mother! And I love you like a ….” He faltered, reddening in the face. “I mean ….”

Madam Dormir beamed. “There!” she said happily. “Aren’t things better when they’re out in the open?”

Joe scowled. “Madam Dormir, why are you here?”

“You wanted to know the extent of my power over Penny. I decided to stop by and show you. You sit down there, and I’ll hypnotize her, and I’ll show you that I DO have control over her. I have COMPLETE control over her. You’d like to see that, wouldn’t you, dear?”

He glared at her. “Are you trying to blackmail me?”

“Oh, no, dear. I’m trying to help you. That’s what I do, isn’t it, Penny?”

Penny felt herself nodding in agreement. That IS what Madam did. She was doing it all the time. She did it for everybody.

“Let me show you, Joe. I’m here to help you … and Penny, too. Now, sit down, and watch me. I’m going to hypnotize her. That IS what I’m going to do to you, isn’t it, my dear? You’re going to let me, aren’t you?”

Penny nodded again.

“And now, tell Joe WHY you’re going to let me hypnotize you.”

Penny looked over toward him. “Because I want her to,” she said dully. The very mention of hypnosis made her want to surrender to Madam.

“Sit down, Joe. Sit down and watch.” Penny watched him as he sat down on the couch next to the window. He seemed to be unable to take his eyes off her.

He wants to watch, Penny thought. He wants to watch while she takes control of me. He likes to see me when I’m helpless.

Madam moved Penny so that she was facing him, but so that Madam could see him, too. The woman put her lips to Penny’s ear and whispered softly: “He’s in trouble. Do you want to help him?”

“Yes!” Penny said aloud.

“Do you love him?” she whispered.

“Oh, yes!”

“The only way to help him is to let me make you sleep. Will you?”

“Yes, Madam.”

“The only way to help him is to let me control you. Will you do exactly as I say, without question?”

“Yes, Madam.”

“If you do exactly as I say, I will give Joe the power to hypnotize you, too. I will give HIM the power to take absolute control of you. Would you like that, dear?”

“Oh, yes, Madam! Please!” She saw Joe raise his eyebrows. He was concentrating on her very hard. In the corners of her mind, she realized that he hadn’t heard the questions, only her answers. She was begging Madam to make him her master … to make her his slave … and he didn’t know it. She felt the corners of her lips lift into a slight smile.

Madam pulled away from her for a moment, and Penny was left standing there, staring at the man sitting on the sofa. She didn’t know what was expected of her, but she had dedicated herself to the task of obedience. For his sake, she would obey. Finally, her vision was filled with Madam’s emerald, dangling before her bleary eyes. The large glass window was beyond Joe, and the light in the gem sprang to life, captivating her, enthralling her. Joe and the emerald seemed to become one. This was her world. This was all there was.

“You are relaxing, and going into a state of absolute submission … absolute obedience, aren’t you, my dear,” she whispered in her ear.

Speech seemed difficult. “Yes, Madam.”

“I will let you remember this. I will let you be cognizant of your actions. But go deep. You must obey, if you want to help him. You must obey without question.”

“Yes. Obey.”

“You’re not deep enough, dear. Let me lead you deeper. Deeper. Go deep for me. For him. Go deep for him. Deep.”

“Deep.”

Madam looked over at Joe. “Is there anything you’d like to ask her, Joe? She has no secrets from me.”

He gawked at her … at them both. “Yes,” he said. “She DOES have a secret. But she won’t tell you.”

Madam laughed. “I don’t know what it is, dear, but tell us. Tell us now.”

“I’m not on the pill,” Penny said at once. “I’m not protected.” She closed her eyes and sighed, smiling. “And he cums SO deep inside me.”

Joe cleared his throat. “Why the hell didn’t you TELL me? We could have found … something.”

She looked wistful. “You needed me. And I love you. You needed me, and I had to make you happy. Nobody’s ever needed me that way before. And I love you. And I won’t tell you, because if you dump me and tell me to go away, you’ll never have to know. So if I DO get pregnant, I’ll have a part of you with me … but I won’t tie you down.” She sighed happily. “Because I love you,” she added.

Madam put her lips back to Penny’s ear and whispered: “Are you deep enough, dear? Will you obey without question … without hesitation? HE might not know … might not understand … what is best for him. But I know. Even if he tells you no … in order to protect him, you must obey ME. Will you do that, dear?”

“Yes Madam.”

“Very good, dear. Now, take off your blouse and bra. Do it now.”

She immediately unbuttoned her blouse. He held out his hand toward her … told her to stop. But he didn’t understand what was best for him. Only Madam knew. And within seconds, she was bare above her waist.

Joe gawked at her, and she smiled again and told Madam: “He likes my breasts.”

“Yes, dear. They’re very nice breasts. And now …” She leaned forward and put her lips to Penny’s ear, whispering. “…and now, go to the kitchen. Get me a glass of water. Get Joe a beer. Pour the beer in a glass for him. My purse is on the kitchen table. Underneath it, there’s a little glass vial. Pour the contents into his beer, then put the empty vial into my purse. While you’re in there, take off the rest of your clothes. Bring us our drinks, then go and sit in that chair, exactly the way you were doing when I came in. From that point on, don’t move. Say nothing unless I ask you a question, and do nothing … no matter what you see. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Madam.”

“Go now.”

Penny decided to use her own initiative a little. She knew there were glass mugs in the freezer. She had seen them there this morning, when she was taking stock before breakfast. So she poured a bottle of Joe’s favorite beer into an icy mug before adding the contents of Madam’s little vial. She dropped the little container, empty, into Madam’s purse, then quickly, while waiting for the head to go down on the mug, she stripped out of her remaining clothing and got a glass of ice water for Madam. She padded back into the living room, and as an added touch, decided to kneel and offer the drinks to them the way a Roman slave girl would. Pleased with her performance, she went to the comfortable chair and curled herself onto it, watching the other two intently.

“Do you doubt my control over her, Joe?”

“What do you want?” he asked acidly.

“Nothing for myself, dear. I want what’s best for her. I like her a great deal. Now, drink your beer and relax for a moment. Let me explain things to you.” She waited while he took a swig of his cold brew. “I’m going to give YOU the power that I have over her. That is her heart’s greatest desire.” Madam turned toward her. “Isn’t that right, my dear?”

“Oh, yes, Madam!” she replied.

Madam turned back to him. “There you have it, dear. I am going to present you with this power. Think about it. Relax and drink some more beer.”

He immediately took another drink. Penny’s brow wrinkled. Somehow, this didn’t seem quite … right. But, Madam had told her this would happen. She might be conflicted, but the bottom line was: if she obeyed Madam, she would help the man she loved. She relaxed and smiled again.

“I’m going to give you this,” Madam told him, holding out the emerald on its chain. His eyes locked onto it. It was directly in line with Penny. They were looking at each other through the sparkling gem. “I’m going to give you this, and then, you will be able to give her the hypnosis she craves. You will be able to give her the thing she wants most. That IS what you want, isn’t it, dear? Please, drink the rest of your beer before it gets warm.”

He downed the drink, but all of his attention seemed to be focused on the gem … and on Penny beyond it. He seemed to deflate, breathing out in a long sigh, his beer mug halfway to the coffee table, but not moving. Gently, Madam took it from him.

“Why don’t you relax for awhile, Joe? I can tell that you’re tense … tired. Penny has been SO good to you, being the girl you’ve always wanted. But all that sex has left you drained. Tired. So tired. Why don’t you relax for awhile. Just relax. Just look at the girl you love … look at the pretty gem … relax, and you’ll feel better. You’ll feel stronger … stronger for her. You’ll be able to please her better if you take a little nap. Take a little nap. You still have lots of time. Time for a little nap. Follow my voice, Joe. I’ll give you everything you want. Down and down and down. Sleep, now, Joe. Just let go and sleep. Everything’s going to be alright now. Sleep.”

Penny watched Joe’s head tilt forward … and as if on cue, Madam knelt next to him on the couch and cradled his head to her chest. Her lips were next to his ear, and she was speaking in a low, soft voice that Penny could no longer hear. She felt detached, as if she was no longer in her own body, but observing the scene from some other aspect. Madam and Joe were on the couch, over there, and she was taking him into a deep, deep hypnotic trance. And there Penny was, over there on the chair, watching. Naked. Feminine. Aroused. Nipples SO hard, and she was seemingly oblivious to the oily fluids oozing from her sex. Oh, she hoped that she didn’t stain Mama’s favorite chair. But Mama was gone now. Now, this was HER favorite chair. It was the best chair in the whole world.

She didn’t know how long this went on. Finally, however, Madam slowly got up. As she did so, Joe toppled slowly over to his left, so that he looked like he was merely asleep on the couch. Madam came to her then. “I’m going to give you a choice, Penny. You have to make a decision. Can you do that?”

“Yes, Madam.”

“I will let you stay here for as long as you want and look at Joe. You like looking at him, don’t you?”

“Yes, Madam.”

“But Joe will sleep until you wake him up. Only you can awaken him. He really should get up off that couch and go to bed … sometime. It will be your choice. But if you want to wake him up, YOU will have to wake up first. And in order to wake up, you will have to count to ten. And as you do that, the memory of the little glass vial in the kitchen will go away … gone forever. If you count to ten, you will never remember it again. But, that’s your choice. Good night, dear.”

“Good night, Madam.”

Penny sat in the chair a long time … or at least, it seemed like a long time. She loved looking at him. But he really needed to get off the couch and go to bed. With a sigh, she counted to ten. She got up, but before awakening him, she went to the kitchen and got some wet towels so she could rub clean the spot she had left on her favorite chair. Finally, she sat beside him and called his name.

“Holy cow,” he groaned, sitting up. “Man, I was sleeping hard!” He looked around. “Oh, crap,” he groused. “She did it, didn’t she? He hypnotized me, didn’t she?”

Penny sighed, feeling his frustration. “Yes … yes, she did.”

“What did she tell me to do?”

“I don’t know. I couldn’t hear her. I was in the chair, and I couldn’t seem to move.” She didn’t meet his eyes. “I didn’t WANT to move. I just wanted to obey her. Are you angry with me?”

He shook his head sadly. “No, of course not. God, Penny. You’re so beautiful. I want you. But … I’m wasted. I feel like I’ve been drugged or something. I’m too tired to do it tonight. Can you come to bed and just let me hold you for awhile?”

“Oh, yes. Please.”

It was the best night’s sleep she’d ever had.

She came awake with a start. She couldn’t hold the dream, but she knew that in it, Joe was about to make her cum. She was breathing hard, panting with need, while straining up with her hips against something … wonderful. Her breath was ragged, and she could hardly speak. “J … Joe?” She looked down as he rocked her onto the top of her back. Her legs were slung over his broad shoulders, his head was buried between her legs, and her fingers were laced in his hair, pulling his lapping tongue harder into her gash. He found her clit and sucked on it the way he sometimes did with her nipples, making rhythmic little suck-suck-suck sounds with his lips. One of his hands had found its way around her and onto her left breast, kneading it, pinching it. She had literally just opened her eyes from sleep, and now she was spiraling up and up and up and ….

“AAAAHHH!” she screamed, shaking uncontrollably, arching her back upward toward him until she wondered if it would break. Her body was flopping up and down like a fish out of water, and she grunted over and over each time another spasm clenched her stomach and sex and thighs. Even after he stopped his licking and sucking, she shuddered against him, and when he lifted her legs off of his shoulders and pulled her down so that their faces were even, she wrapped her arms around his neck and shivered some more. Breathing hard, she pulled away until she could get her lips onto his. The taste of the kiss shocked her. She had never tasted herself before, and now, her scent and flavor on his lips seemed strange and sinful.

“I … I need to do you,” she said, trying to get her breathing under control. “Can I do that to you?”

“That would be … nice.”

She scooted down his body until her face was even with his rock-hard erection. “What … what am I supposed to do?” she asked.

“Pet it … lick it … suck it. Use your hand and your mouth.”

She nodded and began experimenting. She quickly discovered that her teeth were not part of the equation, but if she stroked with her hand and sucked hard with her mouth simultaneously, he really seemed to enjoy it.

The phone rang.

“Damn!” he muttered. He shoved her away.

“No! Let me finish! You were almost there!”

“Sheriff Rogers,” he barked into the receiver. He listened for a moment. “Yes. Yes, I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.” He slammed down the phone. “Let’s go, Penny. This is it.”

Five minutes later, they were in the truck, heading back into town. Penny tilted his rearview mirror toward herself and ran a brush through her hair. “Can you tell me what this is all about now?” she asked him.

“Later. I have to go through some things in my head.” He tossed her the new cell phone. “Find Tom Brinkman’s number in there and speed dial it for me, okay?”

She did as she was told and handed it back to him when she heard it ringing. “Tom!” he barked. “It’s going down. Come to my office. Now.” He snapped the instrument shut and tossed it onto her lap, then looked over at her. “Penny … I feel … great! It’s going to work … I KNOW it is! I don’t think I’ve ever felt so powerful; so … sure of myself!”

She reached over and squeezed his arm. “Is there anything I can do?”

“I wish there was time for you to finish what you started fifteen minutes ago,” he said forlornly. “But … here we are.”

He pulled into his parking spot at the station and hopped out. For once, he didn’t try to help her down, and he was in his office with the door closed before she had set foot in the squad room. For once, everyone seemed too preoccupied to assail her with sexual innuendo … however, she was dismayed to find that even now, no one knew what was happening … with the exception of Gary Thorn, Joe’s chief deputy … and he wasn’t talking. Two men wearing civilian clothes came striding into the building and walked up to Joe’s office. The sheriff emerged and bellowed: “Gary! Bea! Penny! In my office, now!” They all filed in, along with the two new men. Joe closed the door.

“Folks, this is Tom Brinkman, Texas Ranger.” The man shook hands with Gary and tipped his cowboy hat to the ladies. Joe turned to the other man. “And you, sir, are ….”

“Mort Jenkins, sheriff. DEA. We’ll be taking over from here. We’d appreciate it if your department would provide traffic control and other assistance as I deem fit.”

Joe shook hands with him. “And just how do you expect to take charge, when you don’t have a clue what you’re taking charge of?”

The federal man seemed taken aback. “You said you had intelligence you would share with us.”

“Being on traffic duty hardly seems like sharing. I’ve got a better idea. I will run this raid … with MY department. You and Tom can come along for the ride.”

“That’s not the way the DEA does business, sheriff. Sorry.”

“No need for apologies, Mort. Go on home and just let me know where to drop off the one-and-a-half tons of coke. We’ll have to rent a U-Haul, or something.”

The man blanched. “One-and-a-half tons?”

“Three thousand pounds. It’s there now. In two hours, it might not be. You and me and Tom here, we’re going to walk right in the front door. My deputies will be posted at all the exits. The three of us will tell all the employees to please wait in a group. Then, we’re going to go into the main office and ask the nice folks n charge to please hand over their drugs and come with us. And they will. End of story.”

“Are you nuts?” the DEA man screamed. “Something this size takes planning! It takes coordination! What sort of weapons do you have at your disposal?”

Joe leaned forward threateningly toward the man. “There are innocent people in that building. We are going to do this without firing a shot.”

“How do you KNOW they’re innocent?”

“Because,” said Joe, “they’re my neighbors. I know them. They’re residents of this county, and I’M responsible for their safety. Now, here’s the deal … take it or leave it. If this thing goes sour, I’ll take the blame. If it works the way I think it will, I’ll let YOU have all the credit. You’ve got nothing to lose. My only stipulation is that you give ME the authority to take the employees out of there and keep them in MY purview until they can be cleared. Deal?”

“Where is this place?” the federal agent asked.

“Deal?” Joe repeated.

The man sighed and nodded. “Deal.”

“It’s at the Woodvane Warehouse Number Three, up on Highway 21,” Joe said.

“Woodvane? As in the Fortune 500 company Woodvane? THAT Woodvane?”

“And here’s the other stipulation,” Joe continued. “Your department, Agent Jenkins, leaks like a sieve. If you start calling for ‘coordination,’ we’re going to have millionaires and congressmen getting in the way before we can get out there. There are some BIG people involved in this. Once again, YOU can have the credit. All I care about is not getting people from my county shot or hassled.” He didn’t give the man a chance to comment further. “Okay, people, we leave in fifteen minutes. Gary, you brief the troops. No one makes any phone calls. No one. Complete radio silence until I break it. I’ll see everyone out front. Dismissed.”

Everyone started filing out, but the man in the cowboy hat stopped to shake hands with Joe. “Nice job, son. I’m impressed. Say, we have a Ranger retiring next month … Nat Driscoll. I can put a bug in the Governor’s ear, if you want me to.”

Joe smiled. “Thanks anyway, Tom. This is where I belong.”

The man shrugged and walked out. Joe caught Penny’s arm before she could leave the room, but closed the door when they were alone. “Penny, I want you on the radio with Bea for coordination.”

She nodded. “Yes, sir.” She paused. “Joe, did you just turn down a job with the Rangers? Are you crazy?”

By state law, there can be only 144 commissioned officers in the Texas Ranger Division. The Rangers, founded by Stephen F. Austin in 1835, is the oldest state law enforcement organization in the country. It’s also the most prestigious.

Joe captured her in his arms. “I was telling the truth. All I want in life is right here.” He kissed her. “Oh, and one last thing, when I get back … you’re fired.”

She blinked up at him. “I am?”

He nodded. “Yes. I can’t marry one of my deputies. Regulations. Sorry.”

Her mouth twitched into a smile. “Joe, will you be safe out there?” She didn’t wait for an answer. “You seem tense. I don’ want you distracted. We still have ten minutes. Let me finish what I started this morning. It can be my last official duty.”

He glanced nervously at the door as she dropped to her knees and began unbuckling his belt. “Um … Penny ….”

In seconds, she had his pants and underwear pulled down, and she engulfed his semi-hard cock with her lips. Her left hand cupped his balls, and she grasped him with her right and began to stroke. He stumbled back a few inches until his bare butt was leaning against the edge of the desk. He was hard now … really hard … and he breathed a ragged sigh and let his head fall back in rapture. Penny was moving her mouth forward and back, sucking hard, while her hand stroked to match the movement of her lips.

“Penny … I’m not going to last very long. I’m … I’m going to … Oh, God, Penny, I’m going to ….”

She knew he was about to shoot it into her mouth. She felt him swelling, and knew it was going to happen. What she hadn’t expected was that there was going to be so MUCH of it. He blasted it into the back of her throat, and she found that she couldn’t swallow when her mouth was open this much. She pulled back and coughed just as he unleashed another stream of fluid. Then she swallowed, but it was too late. Fortunately, she was able to catch most of it in the cupped palms of her hands, so that none of it got on his uniform, but a great deal of it splashed back into her face.

There was a knock on the door. “Sheriff!” a voice called out. “We’re ready!”

Joe staggered toward the door, pulling up his pants. “Coming!” he shouted. He turned back to her. “Penny, are you all right?”

She was on her knees, bent over, coughing and sputtering. His semen was everywhere! “Yes,” she urged. “Go! Be careful! Please!”

And he was gone. There was a box of tissues on the edge of the desk, and she wiped furiously at her face and chin and neck and hands and arms until she thought she was clean. There was no mirror, but she thought it was alright now, so she went out to the dispatch area. A few deputies were still scurrying around, picking up radios and weapons. Bea looked up at her, her eyes went wide, then she lunged toward Penny, grabbed her hand and started dragging her toward the door of the ladies room. “Go!” she urged, shoving her through the portal. “Freshen up! Now!”

In the mirror at the sink, Penny discovered two large globs of cum in her hair. For a moment, she thought she was going to cry, but she somehow wound up laughing instead and started moistening paper towels.

When she finally emerged, the place was empty. She called for Bea, but received no answer, so she rushed toward the radio dispatch room, only to stop short in utter amazement. Bea was bent over the dispatcher’s desk, her cheek on the smooth surface, sound asleep. Madam Dormir sat beside her, holding and examining the microphone. She looked up at Penny. “Do you know how this thing works, my dear?”

Penny took the device and set it down. “Yes, Madam, I do. What did you do to Bea?”

“Oh, she looked like she could use a little rest. It ought to be another fifteen or twenty minutes before things start popping out on the highway. Perhaps you and I can have a little chat.”

“Can you hypnotize EVERYONE in this town?”

Madam shrugged. “Most of the women, I suppose. And some of the men.”

“Like Joe,” Penny suggested.

“No, dear. That was the problem, you see.”

Penny thought about it. “No, Madam, I don’t see.”

“There are thirty-one employees in that warehouse, all from this county. They don’t know what’s being shipped through there … the drugs, I mean. They’re all innocent. But the DEA … well, they don’t have a record of being … shall we say … overly gentle in these affairs. At best, those innocent people would probably all be arrested and dragged through a horrific legal ordeal. At worst, they could be killed. And their spouses and children … they would suffer, too. We needed a cooler head in charge.

“But Joe was a mess. The constant sadness regarding his parents’ deaths, his siblings all moving away, the betrayal by his wife, the looming defeat in his reelection campaign … it was all adding up. I thought I could help him through hypnosis, but he has a strong will. If only I could get him to go under, I could bolster his self esteem, his assertiveness, his desire to remain here in Rising Rapids, and his dedication to its residents. Unfortunately, he’s naturally resistant. I needed some help … some distraction.”

“A girl who looks like his mother,” Penny guessed. “A girl who has a weak will. A girl you could easily hypnotize and control.” She sighed. “Oh, Madam, what did you make me do?”

“Well, besides performing one or two very small tasks for me, you gave him a reason for going on, my dear. Now, thanks to you, he’s regained his sense of pride; his sense of community; his sense of duty. Thanks to you, everything he wants in life is right here, and he’ll fight hard to protect it … to protect us.”

“How did you know about the drugs?”

“Do you remember Emily Baxter? She was the tall blonde lady you met in my shop that first day. Her husband is the man in charge at that warehouse. Emily found some incriminating papers in his desk at home. Then, thanks to a little hypnotic persuasion, she agreed to put a nifty little transmitter on his office telephone. You can buy them at the Radio Shop in Lufkin. Anyway, I’ve got lots of recordings in my place. I learned all the sordid little details, then I passed them along to Joe. This warehouse was the final stop on the NAFTA approved route, carrying ‘pre-screened’ cargo across the border. The drugs were brought in along with some chemicals that process wood into pulp. There are two thousand 55-gallong drums of it in that warehouse. One hundred of them contain cocaine, instead. The company planned to establish an Asian drug route when they finally got approval to clear-cut our forest here.

“Emily’s husband is going to be the only legal casualty in this little drama, at least locally. And, I might add, Emily is going to make a much happier divorcee than she was a wife to that schmuck. I don’t think she’ll be in the ‘divorced’ category for very long, though. Otto Wiener, the druggist … he’s had a crush of Emily since junior high. And recently, she’s started having pleasantly erotic dreams about him. What a coincidence.

“And now, I suppose it’s time to wake up Bea and get on with coordinating … or whatever it is you’re supposed to be doing.”

LUFKIN COURIER-GAZETTE

RURAL EDITION

November 6

ROGERS WINS REELECTION IN LANDSLIDE VOTE

Sheriff Joseph Rogers easily won reelection yesterday in Cavalcade County. Just a few months ago, Rogers, 36, held dim hopes in the campaign. His opponent, Pete Weaver, 42, was far ahead in an August 7 poll conducted by this newspaper and KWRZ radio.

However, The Woodvane Corporation, Weaver’s primary contributor, filed for Chapter 11 bankruptcy protection September 13. Weaver unofficially suspended his campaign later that month.

Also, Woodvane’s attempts to clear cut portions of the Davy Crockett National Forest, which was the subject of numerous editorials in this newspaper, have been suspended.

Sheriff Rogers was involved in a drug raid on a Woodvane warehouse in his county on August 12. It is unclear what Rogers’ role in the sting was, but residents clearly give him credit for what was the largest such raid in East Texas history. More than 3,000 pounds of cocaine were recovered. No shots were fired during the operation. The warehouse foreman was arrested by federal agents, and subsequently, elected officials at both the state and national levels have been implicated in the scandal.

On the campaign trail, Rogers’ best asset was clearly his wife, Penny. In the past two months, Mrs. Rogers has been active in numerous community events, and she is obviously well liked by the county’s voters. In a recent announcement, she happily told the Gazette she is “pregnant with our first child.”

“Joe! I’m home!”

“Chicken’s on the grill,” he answered, coming into the living room to greet her. “Where the hell have you been?”

She kissed him, then laughed when he didn’t let her go. She settled into his arms. “It’s Wednesday. I see Madam Dormir every Wednesday.”

He made a slight scowl. “I’m still not sure I like you seeing her this way. She’s like a puppeteer. And you go running to her every week so she can pull your strings.”

She smiled up at him. “Maybe. But only you know how to push my buttons.” She giggled at her own joke. “And she DID give you that emerald, which you can use whenever you want.”

“It’s a fake. I had it checked.”

She laughed again. “It does what it’s supposed to do, dear. Anyway, she says she owes us a big favor for ‘saving her county.’ And … you know how I am after I see her. You should be pleased.” She reached down and stroked him through his pants.

He groaned. “We don’t have time. Dinner’s almost ready.”

“If you make me wait, I’ll probably get so frustrated that I’ll attack you tonight.”

He finally laughed with her. “I guess I can live with that. But I still don’t like knowing that she can make you do anything she wants you to.”

Penny pulled his head down so she could kiss him … tenderly at first, then passionately. When it finally ended, she looked imploringly into his eyes. “You know that I belong to you, Joe. Only you. I’ll do whatever you want … whatever you say. Tell me to obey you, and I’ll be your slave. Tell me to love you, and I’ll do it forever.”

And so, he put his lips beside her ear and said: “Love me.”