This is the sixth part of the Controlling Jennifer series. This story is (c)1993 by Daniel Reinker, and while I do not mind it being distributed, Iwould appreciate it if you would keep this header on it so folks can knowwho wrote it.
Controlling Jennifer VI: Splices of Life part II
Jennifer drifted them to the outskirts of the dance floor. She noticedDerrick was glancing around nervously, like he was going to take off allhis clothes or something, and wanted to be sure no one was watching.Jennifer sighed, confident that the music would mask her sigh. She hadnever understood those who were embarassed to dance. What was the bigdeal? Why was it so frightening to dance when you were in a room full ofpeople, all of them dancing? She leaned in towards Derrick. "Come on, let's dance!" she told him.He just smiled sheepishly, and looked around at everyone. Jennifershrugged, deciding she would have to set an example. She started to moveher body to the beat, smiling at Derrick in encouragement, and then sheremembered Mark, and abruptly she stopped. She tried to stop herself from glancing at him, but she was a secondtoo late. Mark was watching her, she had almost forgotten. He was staringat her, an expression of melancholy etched on his face. His eyes were lostand unfocused. What's wrong with him? she wondered. For once I'm doingwhat he wants, on my own, without his power. Why isn't he happy? Maybe he likes to use his power, she thought, and succeeded ingenerating a shudder down her spine. She turned back to Derrick, andthought about dancing with him. The moment was growing long, and shecould tell Derrick was getting uncomfortable. He was looking back at hisseat, his eyes longing for it like a security blanket. Jennifer started todance again, drawing his eyes to her, and when she thought about herselfdancing again, she almost stopped, but kept going by will alone. The problem was, for some reason, her dancing seemed artificial.Jennifer usually danced by letting her body go, allowing the music tomanipulate it while her mind floated over other things. But everytime shetried to do this, she would always think of Mark, watching her. How couldshe dance while he watched? It made her self-conscious. She probablyfelt a lot like Derrick. Derrick had not started dancing. He would start, then stopimmediately after, shaking his head and laughing at his own foolishness.Jennifer's eyes narrowed. How do I get him to dance? she asked herself.How do I do it when Mark's watching me like he is? Before, Mark hadalways told her exactly what to do; this was the first time she wassupposed to act...well, slutty...all by herself. Who cares if he dances, she decided. Just turn him on, Jennifer. Thinkif you were him, and you were faced with an attractive girl, what wouldyou want her to do? Jennifer tried to imagine this, but couldn't think likea guy would. Only the obvious things occurred to her, and she certainlywasn't going to do them in a public place. No, she would have to be moresubtley slutty. Now the only problem was, how? Derrick was starting to dance now, which was good. It made her feela little less silly, although his dancing style kind of reminded her ofFrankenstein walking; stiff and goofy-looking. Now how to turn him on?She thought about dancing slutty, shaking her breasts to make it obviousshe wasn't wearing a bra, grinding her hips into his pelvis, basicallydancing dirty. She actually gave her breasts an experimental wiggle, butit felt very false to her, and she stopped. It just wasn't a natural part ofdancing for her. She continued to dance, as normally as she could with theawareness that Mark was watching her in the back of her head. The musicstopped, and another song came on in its place. Jennifer danced. During this next song, she tried something else. She danced forward,coming teasingly close, and gave him what she thought was a seductivesmile. She wasn't very experienced with this, and forgot to calculate inhis awkward dancing style; as a result, she came a little too close to him,and he accidently pushed his arm right against her breasts. It must havebeen obvious that she was braless; he stared at her and then looked away,blushing furiously, before he even saw her attempt at a seductive smile. Oh, well, it had probably worked better than she intended. She triedthis again, this time slower, coming closer and closer until he becameuncomfortable and backed away. For some reason, she thought this wasfunny. If she came close to him, he would always back off. It was like hefeared her. Finally, her heart beating, Jennifer moved up until her facewas less than two inches from his, and, her eyes locked on his, slowlylicked her lips. She smiled immediately after, feeling very silly, butDerrick was hooked. His dance faltered, and he seemed hypnotized by her.Jennifer danced back from him, and, very aware that his eyes were on her,pretended to stretch. She arched her back, trying to stretch her blouse andget it tightly pressed against her breasts. She pretended to have her eyesclosed, but she was looking out through the crack in her eyelid, and shecould see Derrick's eyes were fixed on her breasts. She felt a thrill spinthrough her stomach. And she knew Mark was watching, too. She opened her eyes, and overcome by temptation, looked down tosee how much of herself she was exposing. Her nipples were dark circlesunder the fabric, and she gasped at how visible they were. She quicklyeased out of her stretched position, fighting to control her blush, tryingto appear cool and deliberate. She needn't have bothered. As she continued to dance with Derrick,his eyes stayed on her breasts more than anything else, waiting for thosedark nipples to resurface. It bothered her, even though she knew she hadpretty much asked for it by giving him a peek in the first place. She didn'tparticularly like being reduced to a pair of breasts. Determined to get him to acknowledge all of her, she slid up to himand linked her hands behind his neck. He abruptly stopped dancing, andstared open-mouthed at her. She moved up against him so there was afaint but undefined contact between their bodies; just enough to tease. "Isit just me or is it *hot* in here?" she whispered in her sexiest voice. Hegaped at her. "You have to go to the bathroom." It was Mark's voice. Mark wasbeside them. "Uh...excuse me, I have to go to the bathroom, I'll be right backthough!" Derrick pulled away from her, and raced off to the bathroom.Jennifer watched him rush off, then turned back to regard Mark. "Why'd you do that?" she asked, puzzled. Mark walked back to the seats on the side of the room, and after amoments hesitation, Jennifer followed. He sat down, and she sat besidehim, waiting. "I thought you might need a break." he said finally, looking on to thedance floor. "I mean, you've been dancing for fifteen minutes already. Ithought you might want to sit down or something." Jennifer shrugged. "I wasn't really tired. Anyways, I could have takena break by myself. No one was MAKING me dance. Derrick would have letme go if I had asked." "Derrick." said Mark. "What do you think of him?" He faced her, hiseyes lost in shadows. She thought for a moment. "I...don't know." she said. "He seems kind ofawkward, I guess. A little socially inexperienced. But nice, otherwise hewould have probably felt me up by now." Jennifer considered this, and wassurprised at how casually she reacted to the thought of Derrick feelingher up. She crossed her arms over her breasts, pressing the fabric againsther nipples. Mark turned away from her again. "I think you're doing too good ajob." he said coldly. "You're teasing him too much. He's going to expectsomething." Jennifer considered this, pulling the dark strands of hair from hereyes. "That's all right, isn't it?" she remarked. "After all, if he gets toodemanding, you can always do some control thing to him, right? I mean, Ihate to suggest it, but its an option. Anyway, I don't think he would dothat. He seems like a gentleman. Too shy to go any further than I'll lethim." "And how far will you let him go?" demanded Mark. "Mmm? Oh, I don't know....actually, it's been kind of fun so far. Isuppose I'll have to stop eventually." She shrugged. "Who knows? I'lldecide that when I get there." She peered at him. "What's wrong? I thoughtyou liked me making a fool of myself in front of guys." Mark didn't say anything for a while, and Jennifer finally decided hewasn't going to answer. Finally, he said "This is different. I don't likeDerrick." "Why not?" she ventured. He glared at her. "I just don't." And that was all he would say. "Hi, Jen!" Jennifer heard the voice from above her. It was Darlene'svoice. She looked up to see Darlene. Darlene's dark curly hair was in adisarray, probably from dancing, and she had goofy smile that undoubtedlycame from being drunk. Jennifer was acutely aware of Mark sitting beside her. "Hi, Darlene."she said quickly. "Look can I talk to you later?" Darlene ignored her, dropping onto the seat beside her. "Why'd youstop dancing, Jennifer?" she asked, leaning back against the back of theseat and resting. "Oh...I just got a little tired, that's all. Where's Amy and the others?"Jennifer wished desperately that Darlene would go away. "Oh, them. They're over there, still dancing." Darlene pointed vaguelytowards the dance floor. "I guess I got a lil' tired, too. Whatcha up to,Jen?" Darlene blinked at Jennifer, her eyes unfocused and dreamy. "Me? Oh, nothing, really..." Jennifer started. Then she noticed Darlenewas looking past her. "Hi!" said Darlene. "Hi." said Mark. He had entered his formal mode of talking again. "I'mMark. You must be Darlene." He offered his hand, and when she put hersforward to shake it, he instead took her hand and kissed the back of it.Darlene giggled. "Wow. What a gentleman." Darlene said. "Yes, I'm Darlene...Jen'sroommate. Heh, but you probably know that already. Jen...Jennifer's toldme about you." Darlene smiled and blinked. Jennifer felt like she was in some weird dream. She leaned back andnumbly followed the conversation that was occurring over her, feelingpowerless to do anything but listen. Mark's wore a carefully neutral smile. "Oh? Hopefully good things."His eyes shifted quickly toward Jennifer, perhaps looking for a clue as towhat Jennifer had told her. "Not really anything." admitted Darlene, grinning. "Jen likes to keepher secrets. She's just mentioned your name. I didn't know you were goingto be here. Jen didn't tell me." She gave Jennifer a sly poke with herelbow. Jennifer ignored it. "Oh, she didn't know. It's just coincidence that we showed up at thesame place at the same time." said Mark. "Oh. Well, I guess I'll leave you two alone then. I can sense Jenniferwants me to take off." Darlene grinned at Jennifer, and was about to standup, when she noticed Derrick hovering uncertainly near them. "Oh, hello."she said. "Hi." muttered Derrick, or at least his lips moved. Then, louder."Marcie...you wanna dance again?" His voice was a little bolder now. He'sgaining confidence, thought Jennifer. Oh, god, how am I going to explainthis to Darlene? Darlene looked at her confused. "Marcie...?" she started. "I'll tell you about it later." whispered Jennifer. Darlene grinned widely. "Damn right, you will. I'll talk to you later,'Marcie.'" She giggled, then stood and walked off. Derrick watched them uncertainly. "Marcie?" he asked towardJennifer, his voice uncertain and nervous. Jennifer flashed him her brightest smile. "Ok, but why don't you getme a cup of punch first. Please?" He smiled back, and seemed almostgrateful to go off and get her a drink. She watched him go. "I had to do that." she explained to Mark. "I just know Darlene's goingto be watching me now." "I don't think so." observed Mark. He pointed over in the distance.Darlene was talking to some blonde guy, and seemed oblivious to anythingbut his words. "Looks like she has other things on her mind." "Oh!" said Jennifer, watching them. "I hope she'll be okay. She's drunk,you know. I told her I'd watch out for her." "Aw, she'll be all right." said Mark. "I know that guy; he's not the typethat would take advantage of her. Don't worry, she's safe." Jennifer looked back at Mark, regarding him openly with her darkeyes. "For a second there, I thought you were going to introduce yourselfas my master or something." she said. Mark shook his head and smiled. "No, no. Don't worry, Jennifer. Iwouldn't do that to you." Then his smile faded. "Here comes Derrick." hesaid. Derrick was returning, clasping a cup of punch like he held the holygrail. He held it out to her with a wide grin. Jennifer smiled in thanks asshe took it, and drank it down, surprised at how thirsty she was. Dancingtakes a lot out of you, she supposed. The music had changed; the tempo had slowed down, and Jennifercould see that the people on the floor were dividing into couples. She sawDarlene slow-dancing with her blonde guy. Derrick followed her gaze, out to the people slow dancing. Then heturned back to her and offered his hand. "You wanna dance, Marcie?" hesaid, smiling sheepishly, as if expecting to be refused. "Ok." she said, and took his hand. He led her out to the dance floor,and uncertainly started to put his hands around her waist, swaying atleast a foot away from her. What the heck, thought Jennifer, and she clasped her arms aroundhim and pulled him close to her. After all, she was supposed to be turninghim on, and slow dancing from a distance seemed so awkward anyhow.Their bodies pressed together. Jennifer could feel a hardness belowagainst her waist; his erection. He's hard, she thought. Wow. He seemeduncomfortably aware of this, too, and tried to pull away, but she wouldn'tlet him. Instead, she started to move slightly, rubbing herself slightlyagainst his hard-on. Wow, she thought, I hope Darlene doesn't see me.She'll think I'm a real slut. Jennifer grinned, and leaned her cheek againstDerrick's shoulder, swaying back and forth in time to the music. Derrick was tense against her, but gradually they fell into therhythm of the music. At first his hands fell limply around her back, but ashe became more confident, he started to hold her tighter. They swayedtogether. "Wow." he whispered in her ear. "You're...you're really beautiful,Marcie..." Jennifer wondered whether he was really serious or if his wordswere just motivated by lust. In the end, she supposed it didn't reallymatter. "Thanks." she whispered back. She felt him sliding his hands up her back. If he needed confirmationthat she wasn't wearing a bra, he received it when his hands couldn't findany straps. She hugged him, the pressure of his hard penis pressing intoher. Well, she thought. I've succeeded in turning him on. The only problemwas, she was a little turned on herself. She enjoyed her control overDerrick; her ability to make him hard, and to make him want her. She knew she had to stop sometime. She didn't want to go too far.But as Derrick tightened his grip on her, and she felt the slicknessdevelop between her legs, she hoped she would have the strength to resisther own temptation. Abruptly, Derrick loosened his hold on her, and she looked up at himto see what was wrong. He was staring at her, his breath coming fast, andas he started to pull her to him again, she could feel his heart beatingrapidly beneath his chest. He was slowly bringing his lips to hers. Theywere going to kiss. This was wrong! It wasn't the way it was supposed to happen. A slowkiss while holding each other tight and slow dancing, that was a lovething, wasn't it? It was too romantic, too personal. What if it was hisfirst kiss? What if it meant a lot to him? Jennifer didn't want to be somestrangers first kiss. She twisted her head, moving her lips from theircollision course with his. She could feel his hurt, his feeling of being rejected. "I'm sorry,Marcie." he whispered. "I didn't mean to...." "Shhh." she said, and his voice drifted away. They swayed together.Jennifer felt lost. She wasn't a seductress; she took things too seriouslyfor that. And she felt bad for rejecting him. If only it hadn't been soperfect, then she would have kissed him. "Derrick..." she said. "Yeah?" Jennifer leaned up and mashed her lips against his, pressing her bodytightly against his hard-on. It wasn't a soft, romantic kiss; it was a hard,lustful kiss. A passionate kiss. How Jennifer imagined a slut would kiss.She could feel Derrick tense up like a statue against her; his lips werefrozen with shock. As a final touch, as she withdrew her mouth, she lether tongue dart out and caress his lips. There, she thought withsatisfaction, that should do it. "What the fuck is this?" A voice, beside them. Mark's voice? No, not Mark. Jacob's voice. Jennifer recoiled from Derrick, gasping in shock, and spun to lookbeside them. It was Jacob, all right. His eyes were bloodshot and bulging,his muscles were tensed, and he was holding a beer bottle, which he tooka chug of as she watched. He had two others with him. Jennifer didn'tknow either of them, but they both were big football players, and theywere both obviously drunk. "You little slut!" snarled Jacob. "You just can't keep your hands offany guy, can you?" He drank some more of the beer. "Jacob, go away! You're drunk." said Jennifer. She wished Derrickwould go away; Jacob wouldn't dare do anything to her, but he might dosomething to the man she had been kissing. But Derrick was frozen in histracks, like an animal frozen in the headlights of an approaching truck. "Drunk, damn right, I'm drunk, Jenny-fer. Fucking slut Cailly. I comelooking for you, and how do I find you...fishing for another dick." He glaredmenacingly at Derrick. "Who the hell are you?" asked Derrick, his voice quavering to be firm.Jennifer wanted to scream at him to shut up. "Who am I? WHO AM I?" bellowed Jacob. People were staring now."I'm her fucking boyfriend, is who I am! The boyfriend of the girl you werejust frenching!" "You have a boyfriend?" Derrick gaped at her. "You're not my boyfriend, Jacob!" Jennifer shouted. She turned toDerrick. "Derrick, be quiet, ok? Please?" she pleaded. "You fucking prick." growled Jacob, and he gave Derrick a shove.Derrick staggered backwards. Before Jennifer could react, Jacob hadlatched a hand around her wrist. "Come on, Jennerfer." he said. "I said weneed to talk, now we're gonna talk, whether you want to or not." Hestarted to pull her from the floor, ignoring her struggling. Then, a shout. "What's going on here!" a voice demanded. Mark's voice.Jennifer gasped in relief. Always, always, he was there to save her. Jacob glared at Mark. "Mind your own business, mother fucker!" hegrowled. Mark took in the situation at a glance, and he smiled. He actuallysmiled. "I would prefer it if you called me 'master.'" he said casually. Jacob glared at him. "I said, fuck off,...uh....master." Jacob's facecontorted with confusion. "Good." nodded Mark with a grin. "I would also like it if you wouldrefer to yourself as 'this wretch.' I usually like things to be named asthey are. Don't you?" Mark's grin was easy and confident. "Now let the girlgo." Jennifer felt Jacob's hand grow limp around her wrist. She quicklypulled out of his reach, and retreated to stand by Mark. Jacob, along withhis two buddies, stared at Mark in drunken astonishment. "Now, then. What seems to be the trouble? Perhaps we can workthings out." "Uh." said Jacob. He looked confused. "Well, you see, thas mygirlfriend beside you, an' she wuz necking with some other guy, and...uh...this wretch was just gonna take her outside and have a talk with her..." Mark whirled to face Jennifer. "You have a boyfriend?" he asked. She shook her head. "He's not my boyfriend! He just thinks he is. Tellhim to go home, would you, Mark? Tell him to go home and sleep it off." Mark shook his head. He had a malevolent glint in his eye as he lookedback on Jacob and his two friends. "No, I don't think so. Let's try and workthings out. Where's the guy Jennifer was kissing?" Mark quickly spottedDerrick. "Derrick! You can see and hear me now. Come over here." Compelled by Mark's power, Derrick walked forward. He twitchednervously, glancing at Jacob and his friends uneasily. "This is the guy?" Mark looked at Jacob, and pointed at Derrick. Jacobnodded. "Mark, what are you doing? Please, just let this end." beggedJennifer. She had thought Mark would stop things, but it appeared that hewas having too much fun manipulating the situation. "Quiet, Jennifer." And Jennifer felt his power catching hold of her.When she opened her mouth, her voice wouldn't work. She closed hermouth again and waited. "Now, then, Derrick. Let's hear your side of the story. What washappening between you and Jennifer?" "It wasn't me!" babbled Derrick. "I don't even know any Jennifer..." Mark rolled his eyes. "I meant Marcie. Marcie is her nickname, herreal name is Jennifer." Mark flashed Jennifer a quick smile. "Oh." said Derrick, also glancing at Jennifer. Then he started babblingagain. "I didn't know she had a boyfriend, otherwise I wouldn't have doneanything, honest! I swear I didn't know." Mark shook his head critically. "What kind of a loser are you?" hesaid, his voice edged in contempt. "Don't be a wimp! Stand up for thewoman. This is Jennifer! Don't you think she's worth fighting three guysfor, even guys as big as these three?" Mark must have used his power, because Derrick's eyes became ashard as steel. He pointed a finger level at Jacob. "Hey." he said, his voiceflat and dangerous. "You leave Jennifer alone." Jacob grunted and lunged for Derrick, but Mark simply said "Freeze."and Jacob froze where he was. "Let's take this outside." said Mark. "Youthree, Derrick, and you, too, Jennifer. Follow me." It was not a compulsion, at least not for Jennifer, but Mark musthave known she would follow anyway, just to see what he would do.Jennifer strained against the bond he had put on her mind, but as hard asshe tried she could not speak. She mutely followed them out into theparking lot. Mark walked them over to a secluded corner. "Now then." said Mark. "I see only one solution here. You're going tohave to fight for Jennifer. It's the only way to decide things." Mark peekedat Jennifer, smiling. She was trying to scream at him, but couldn't makethe noise. "This wretch against him?" asked Jacob eagerly, sizing up Derrickand apparently not finding much. "I'll gladly fight him for Jennifer." declared Derrick fearlessly,balling his hands into fists. "No, not you against him." Mark answered Jacob. He waved at Jacob'stwo friends. "All three of you against him." Jennifer's mouth fell open. Sheprayed Mark wasn't serious; they would kill Derrick. Derrick wilted slightly, then pulled himself together. "I'll gladlyfight all three of them for Jennifer." he swore. "Let's go, then." said Jacob. "Wait!" said Mark. He grinned. "One more thing to make this fair." Heturned to Jacob and his two friends. "You three. Every time Derricktouches you, it will feel like he is burning you. Ok?" Jacob and his twofriends watched him in confusion; they did not understand. But that wasall right. They would soon enough. Mark nodded. "Very good. Let the gamesbegin!" Jennifer was tugging hard on Mark's arm. "Urg!" she managed to croak. "Don't worry, Jenny." Mark told her, grinning. "This'll be over soonenough." He stood back to watch, and Jennifer, helpless and silent,watched with him. Jacob strolled over towards Derrick. Derrick lunged in with a clumsypunch, and Jacob easily avoided it. He brought his fist up into Derrick'sgut. Derrick grunted as the air was forced from his lungs. Jacob, on the other hand, screamed. He pulled his hand away, and it was bright red, blisters forming onits surface. He staggered back in shock. Jacob's two friends stared,astonished. Derrick recovered, and popped a blow toward one of the footballplayer's cheeks. It connected, and the football player staggered back,clutching his cheek. Jennifer could see that it was also burnt, like Jacob'shand. The third guy backhanded Derrick, and Derrick fell, his lip split andbleeding. But the third guy's hand was also burnt. Derrick was apparently smart enough to figure out what was goingon, because his next act wasn't to try another punch; instead he walked upto the third guy and threw his arms around the guy's body. The guyscreamed, and struggled to free himself, finally breaking Derrick's grip.Instead of retaliating, he stared wide-eyed at Derrick, then turned andran. Jacob and the second guy took in the situation, and followed theircomrade in beating a hasty retreat, Jacob clutching his swollen fist. Soonall three were lost in the distance. Derrick looked proudly at Jennifer. "I've won you." he declared, his lipbleeding onto his shirt. Jennifer felt like crying, but she managed to keepit in. Why me? she asked herself. Why always for me? "No." Mark told Derrick. "Jennifer is mine. You will go back to yourbedroom and go to sleep. When you wake up, you will remember all of thisas a distant dream." And with that, Derrick's eyes blurred, and he turnedand staggered away. And then it was just Mark and Jennifer, alone in the darkness. Markturned to her. A tear had succeeded in making its way down her cheek, andMark wiped it off with a finger. "Don't cry, Jennifer." he sighed. He took her in his arms; she waspowerless to resist, and now the tears were spilling down her cheeks,staining his shirt, as she cried soundlessly. "It's not you, it's me." Markwhispered to her. "Sometimes I'm a twisted bastard. The power... well, itmakes it easy to hurt. Far easier to hurt than to help." He hugged her."Speak, Jennifer. I can't stand it when you're quiet." And she could speak again. She could hear herself cry, hear herselfsobbing like a child. She suppressed her tears, pushing them away andreducing them to sniffles and stained cheeks. "Why'd you do it?" shewhispered. "Why'd you make them fight?" "I don't know." he said back. "I don't know. Jennifer..."and pulled awayfrom her, staring down into her eyes. "Kiss me, Jennifer." But she couldonly stare into his eyes, helplessly. She couldn't kiss him. "Kiss me, Jennifer." he said again, and this time his power washedover her mind. Compelled, she stretched up and pressed her lips to his.After a couple seconds of contact, she pulled back again. Staring at himwordlessly, waiting for his next order. Mark sighed. It was a deep, lonely sound, like the howl of a wolf inthe distance. He pulled away from her, shaking his head. "Jennifer. Closeyour eyes and count to twenty." he ordered. It was his power again, and she closed her eyes, counting to twentyas ordered. And when she opened her eyes, she was all alone.
To be continued
Thus endeth this chapter.script by Danny ReinkerSend complaints, psychopathic rantings, and compliments to:dementia@cheshire.oxy.eduOccidental college does not directly support this story, but supportsmy freedom to write and post it. (At least thus far)All similarities between this story and real life are purely coincidental.Yes, that means Jennifer is NOT A REAL PERSON!!!!!Thank you....for your support.-- ÿ