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Well, here's part seven. This story is (c) 1993 by Daniel Reinker, andwhile I do not mind it being distributed, I would appreciate it if youwould keep this header on it so folks can know who wrote it.Thanks, all!
Controlling Jennifer VII: Taking It Easy Part I
It was the day after the dance. Jennifer hadn't really intendedto go running; she hadn't even set her alarm to get up in themorning, thinking she would sleep late after the events of theprevious night. However, come the next morning, she found herselfwide awake at eight, and she really had nothing planned to do. Soshe decided to run. Jennifer hadn't gone running since the first day she had metMark. At first it had been fear. Fear and shame. She hadn't wanted torisk bumping into Mark again, and even more, she had been afraidshe would run into the student with the notebook and the disheveledhair-do, or the man with his dog, the ones she had seen that day. Theones that had seen her that first day, when Mark had her goingaround the park acting like a wanton slut. "Damn Mark." she muttered as she pulled on her shorts.Sometimes, she wondered how she had ever come to stop hatinghim. He had made her do so many things she hadn't wanted to do. Hehad turned her life completely upside-down. At times, he had madeher life a living hell. "I think I still hate him a little bit." she saidto herself. "I'm just not scared of him anymore." Jennifer felt like running. That had been her time to think,while she was running, and if she ever needed to think, it was then.The night before seemed more like a dream than anything else. Whenconfronted with the daylight, it hardly seemed real. So much hadhappened. She had so much conflicting emotions to resolve. As Jennifer was lacing up her shoes, she glanced at Darlenelying comatose in the opposite bed. That was another reason to gorunning; eventually, Darlene would wake up, and from experience,Jennifer knew that Darlene usually had very bad hangovers. It wasbetter to disappear and come back after she had recoveredsomewhat. Jennifer tightened her shoelaces, and quietly slipped outthe door. It was a nice day to go running; cold, but not too cold. Despitethe time, Jennifer felt very awake, and full of energy. The dorm was empty, as it usually was early in the morning, and Jennifer slippedout without seeing much of anyone. Someone was in the lobbyreading the morning paper, and he glanced at her as she walked by.Jennifer didn't know him, so she just smiled and walked past. It was about a five-minute walk to the track, and she spentthe time taking in her surroundings. It really was a nice day, and itmade her feel a lot better over what had happened the night before.She listened to the birds chirping in the trees, and watched themfly overhead. The sun felt nice on her skin; it was still kind of cold,but that only seemed to make the sun feel warmer. She reached the path that made its way through the park areaof the campus, and took a quick look around for anyone she mightwant to avoid. The park was fairly deserted; she saw more squirrelsthan people, and didn't see anyone she knew. Jennifer strolled downthe path, humming a slow song she had heard the night before. Shethought about the last time she had come this way, when she hadfirst met Mark. I never actually did make it to the track, shereminded herself. Her mind idled on a squirrel jumping from branchto branch, almost following her. Deep down, Jennifer knew she waspushing back what she needed to think about, but that was all right.It could wait until she started running. For now, she would justenjoy the simple beauty of early-morning nature. Carefree, withouthuman interference. Before she knew it, she had walked through the park and wason the track. A couple other runners were running laps, and they alllooked faster and more serious than she was. "Just take it easy."she reminded herself. "You haven't run for awhile, Jennifer. Let yourbody get used to it." She moved over to stand behind the line thatusually determined the beginning and end of her laps, and did a fewtoken stretches. "You know, Jennifer." she said. "You sure talk toyourself a lot more now." She laughed, and started to run. Her pace was fairly slow, but she planned to make it up indistance. During the first half of the first lap, she could feel herlegs readjusting themselves to the exercise. It felt good. Her bodysettled into a nice pace, and soon her mind was free to wander. And as she had expected, her mind drifted to the night before,and Mark. The whole thing was losing its reality now; it seemedmore like a bad dream than anything else. She hoped she would neversee Derrick again; the image of him with his lip bleeding and anexpression of complete devotion on his face was burnt into hermind. Jennifer knew that if she ever saw him again, that imagewould flash before her eyes. She would undoubtedly see Jacob again,with his burnt hand, and she wasn't looking forward to that either.He was becoming so different; Jennifer remembered him earlier inthe year as just a nice guy, always saying hello to her, always readyto give her a hand. He had accepted it before, when she had gentlytold him she wasn't looking for a boyfriend. "It's amazing what a little good sex will do." Jennifermurmured. There was no doubt Jacob was obsessed with her now.The way he had acted the night before, with a little alcohol thrownin...it was insane. HE was insane. Jennifer had never had to deal witha guy like that before. She didn't know what to do. Maybe Mark...? She had asked herself that question over andover before, but had never really considered it. Before, she hadthought Jacob was something she could deal with herself. Now, shewasn't so sure. And after all, it would be child's play for Mark touse his power... Morally, she wasn't quite sure where she stood on the wholething. Would it be wrong to have Mark use his power on Jacob? Itseemed like it should be, but Jennifer couldn't see how it would bethat wrong. After all, Mark had saved her from being almost rapedby using his power, and she certainly didn't find anything wrongwith that. How was this any different? Jacob was becoming moreand more demanding of her, and he might eventually becomedangerous. Jennifer was just watching out for herself, right?Anyhow, Jacob would be better off to just forget her; there was noway she would ever be for him what he wanted. Unfortunately, all this just sounded like justification toJennifer. Could she justify using Mark to take away someone else'sfree will? Was it right? She couldn't decide. Mark, as usual, remained an enigma. He was always mysteriousto her, his motives incomprehensible. Whenever she felt like shewas getting a feel for the way he thought, he would turn around anddo something completely opposite to what she thought he would do.At the dance, it seemed like he should have liked it when shestarted doing what he wanted without him using his power. Yet, hehad turned cold, and had taken a complete and irrational dislike toDerrick. What was wrong with Mark? Jennifer wished she couldunderstand him. Mark had said she was doing too good a job, but what did thatmean? Why was that a bad thing? Shouldn't that have pleased him? Jennifer found her mind lingering over the images of dancingwith Derrick, pretending to seduce him, and she found the imagesvery tantalizing. Though she hated to admit it, even to herself, shehad enjoyed herself. It was like Mark said, it wasn't like she wasreally truly being a slut. After all, sluts were sluts because all theywanted was sex, right? But that hadn't been Jennifer's motivationat all. She had just been giving Derrick a night to remember. "Making his dreams come true." she grinned. It was true thatshe had enjoyed acting the role of a seductress the night before, andshe discovered she was actually looking forward to her nextexperience with Mark, her next 'game of controlling Jennifer', as hereferred to their sessions together. This was probably the strangestthing to realize about the previous night. She had given herself toMark's control of her own free will, and she had enjoyed it. For a moment, she actually thought of doing it all by herself.What if I just choose a guy, and try to pick him up? she askedherself. Just like Derrick? As soon as she realized she was thinkingit, she disposed of the idea. It wouldn't be the same without Mark. Itreally WOULD be slutty. Plus, she didn't want to get into anothermess like Jacob. Jennifer realized that she had lost count of how many laps shehad run, and she was getting tired. Oh, well, that was probablyenough anyhow. She ran to the next line on the track, and stopped,breathing hard. Sweat dribbled down into her eyes, and she pushedher hair back to keep it from dripping on her face. One more timearound the track, this time walking. As she walked, she thoughtabout Mark and his power. The one thing she worried about him wasthat sometime he would get mad at her, and use his power againsther like he had used it against Jacob and Derrick. He seemed togenuinely care about her, but that didn't mean he wouldn't lose histemper and make her do something awful. The sun was beating down on her as she walked along thetrack, and she started to long for the shady trees in the park.Finally, she left the track, took a drink of cool water at the nearbywater fountain, and made her way into the park, walking under thetrees instead of on the path. It seemed as if Mark was expecting her. He waited, sitting onone of the benches, watching her as she approached. He said nothing,and his expression was unreadable. When she was almost to his bench, he spoke. "Hello, Jennifer."he said. "Hi, Mark." she stood uncertainly next to the bench, acutelyaware of how sweaty she was, waiting for him to speak. "Can we talk, Jenny?" he asked. Jennifer nodded. "Okay." she said, and she sat next to him onthe bench. A cool breeze blew through the shady group of trees, andshe shivered. "How did you know I would be here?" she asked. He smiled slightly. "Oh, you always used to come through hereat about the same time on saturdays, to go running. I used to comedown here and watch you go by, before I first came up to you." Helapsed into silence again. Jennifer watched him for a moment,waiting to see if he would say anything more. When he didn't, shecontented herself with looking at the other people in the park. Someothers had arrived while she had been running: a student reading abook, a lady walking her dog, another group of students sitting onthe grass talking. "Jennifer..." Mark finally spoke. "Do I scare you?" The question startled her, and she looked at him to see if hewore his confident grin, to see if he was playing another game. Hedidn't seem to be; his eyes blinked distantly at the grass. He seemedto be deep in thought. "Not you, really..." Jennifer finally answered."I'm a little scared of your power, sometimes." "You know I would never hurt you, Jennifer. Not even with mypower." he said quietly. "I know." she answered simply. "Not intentionally, anyway...butwhat if I do something to make you mad? How do I know youwouldn't use it on me then? You might..." She let her voice trailaway. "Oh, Jenny. I won't get mad at you. You have to trust me." Jennifer watched a jogger go past them. "You say that, Mark,and probably you mean it, but how do I know? You have so muchpower...how do I know you won't lose your temper and use it on me?"He answered this question with silence, and Jennifer sighed andwaited. Finally he spoke. "I wish I could get you to trust me." hewhispered. Jennifer felt something within her leap. Was this the same guyshe had thought a monster? She couldn't help but smile. If he was anordinary guy, she would have thought he was being incredibly sweet.But he wasn't ordinary, and she still didn't trust him completely.She still remembered the fight from the night before, and how Markseemed to enjoy making them fight over her. "Mark." she said. "Inorder for me to trust you, you'll have to show me that you trust me." Finally, she got him to look at her. "How?" he asked. "Tell me who you are." She said, her voice becoming intense."Tell me about yourself. I know your name is Mark, but that's all.Let's just talk, okay? I want to find out about you." Mark turned away from her. "No." he said. "All you need to knowis my name is Mark, and I'm your master." "Darn it, Mark!" she burst, startling both him and herself. Sheforced her voice down. "Mark, if you're going to be stubborn aboutthis, then we aren't going to get anywhere. You say you want me totrust you, but you won't treat me like a human being. Please, Mark.Enough of this master/slave thing, okay? At least not today. Let'sjust be friends today, all right?" She waited for him to answer, but he only stared silently atthe ground. Finally she sighed and stood. He looked up at her. "Comeon, Mark." she said firmly, and picked up his hand. "Let's go play oneof your games, okay? And while we're doing that, we can talk, allright?" She tugged at his hand, while he stared at her, looking at heras if she had gone mad. Finally, he shrugged and stood. "All right, Jennifer. Another game." As he spoke, she noticedthat his confident grin was appearing on her face. That meant he hadan idea. She waited, hoping it would be something she would bewilling to do. "Here's what we're going to do, Jennifer." he said, starting tolead her through the park. "You want to know more about me. Okay,I'll answer your questions. But here's the deal. First you have to kisssomeone here in the park." He seemed to consider this for a second,then nodded his approval. "For each person you kiss, I'll answer aquestion." "Anyone?" she asked. That didn't sound too bad. She lookedaround at the others in the park. She saw a couple guys, but didn'tknow any of them. "Anyone." he said. "Even girls." "Ew." she grimaced. "I'll stay with guys, thank you." He frowned. "It's your choice. I haven't finished the rules,though. You can initiate the kiss, but you can't be the one whobreaks it. If he holds the kiss for an hour, you'll have to keep kissinghim for an hour. And while he's kissing you, you'll let him doanything to you that he wants. He can run his hands all over you ifhe wants. But once he breaks the kiss, you're free again. All right?" Jennifer nodded, feeling the fear and excitement build withinher. She wasn't sure she was going to be able to do it, but the ideaintrigued her. "I'll try. But you have to be there to help me ifanything goes wrong, okay?" "Of course, Jennifer." he said. "Shall we begin?" "All right." she said. "First question: what's your full name?The truth." He grinned, and shook his head. "I'm afraid not, Jennifer. Firstyou have to kiss someone. Remember?" Then his eyes went wide asJennifer put her arms around him and pressed her lips against his.He broke the kiss fast, faster than she had expected. She couldn'thelp but smile at his look of shock. "I'm disappointed." she murmured. "You could have doneanything you wanted to me while I was kissing you. You just wasteda good opportunity." He pulled away from her. "I can do anything to you anytime Iwant, slave Jennifer." He snapped. She just grinned. "Your name? Come on, Mark. You can't say thatdidn't count." He scowled at her, and for a moment she thought he wouldrefuse to answer. Finally, he growled. "Mark Robert Antonio." Heturned away from Jennifer's triumphant grin. Mark started to walk again, and Jennifer followed him along."Mark Robert Antonio." she said, smiling at him from behind. "Sothat's what it is. Mark Robert Antonio. Mark Robert Antonio." He turned around. "Yes, that's it. That's what it is. Jennifer,kneel down, take my hands and kiss each of my fingers. After eachfinger, bow and say your full name." He was using his power, andJennifer felt it sweep over her and block out her will to resist. Shefell to her knees, and took his left hand in hers. After she kissedeach finger, she prostrated herself on the ground and said her name."Jennifer Anne Cailly. Jennifer Anne Cailly." First the left hand,then the right. Finally she looked up at him. He was grinning. "That oughta teach you to act too triumphant. Remember,Jennifer, that no matter what information you get about me, I canalways still control you." Jennifer ignored his words. She sat down on the ground, andturned away from him. "This is what I meant." she said, her voicecold. "You lost your temper, and you used your power on me. This isexactly why I can't trust you." "What?" asked Mark. He knelt down beside her. "Oh, come on,Jenny! I didn't hurt you, now did I? Come on, look at me. I reallywasn't that mad." He tried to put his arm over her shoulders, but sheshrugged it off. "No, you didn't hurt me, but you could have." She said, her voicestill icy. She thought about whether she should pretend to startcrying, but didn't think she would be able to do it convincingly. "Oh, Jennifer." he sighed. "Please...I promise...I won't use mypower on you anymore today, all right? Does that make you feelbetter? Come on and stand up, let's play the game some more." She reluctantly allowed him to turn her head, and then allowedhim to take her hand and help her up. Meanwhile, she fought to keepfrom smiling, fought to keep the reluctant, hurt expression on herface. I can control him, too, she thought to herself, and a smallsmile creeped unbidden onto her face. They started walking along again. Mark started talking, sayingwhat a nice day it was, and how it was nice that the sun wasshining. Jennifer wasn't really paying attention, her mind wasswept up in thoughts of Mark, thinking of what questions shewanted to ask him, and enjoying her small triumph over him. After a while, she noticed a man sunbathing in the middle of agrassy stretch. He was fairly attractive, a tall man with dark eyesand a firm, athletic build. And best of all, he was alone. "I seesomeone." she murmured. "What?" asked Mark, glancing at her, then followed her eyes tothe man sunbathing. "Wait here." said Jennifer, and she released Mark's hand. Sheexplained "It'll make it harder if he sees me with another guy." Shedidn't wait for Mark's answer, but started to walk over to the man.Her stomach was flip-flopping, and she really had no idea what shewas going to do. She wondered if she would really have the guts togo through with it. "Time to improvise." she said to herself, and then she wasstanding beside the guy. She shifted nervously, not sure how tostart. She didn't need to. The guy looked up at her. "You're standing inmy sun." he said. "Sorry." breathed Jennifer, and she sat down beside the guy."I'm Marcie." she said. She didn't like the way the guy smiled at her,and the way his eyes wandered over her body in frank appraisal. Hiseyes had a predatory look about them, and he seemed to like what hesaw. Jennifer couldn't help but feel like she had just jumped intohis spider web. "Hi, Marcie." he said. "I'm Greg." He shifted onto his side to faceher, his muscles flexing even as he performed this simple motion."What can I do for you?" Jennifer had no idea what to say. "I just saw you here...sunningyourself..." she began, trying to come up with something. "I thoughtit looked relaxing." she finished lamely. Greg smiled, an easy, casual smile. Mark had his power, butthis man had a power of his own. It was in his confidence. "Want tojoin me?" he asked. He pulled something from behind him. It was abottle of sun-tan lotion. "I have plenty of extra sunscreen." he said. "Uh..." Jennifer tried to think of an appropriate response. "I wasjogging..." "Oh, don't worry." His voice easily slid in and interrupted hers."You're not really dressed for it, but you can tie your shirtoff...that'll give you a little extra tan on your stomach. It's veryrelaxing, Marcie...here, let me help you." Before she knew it, she wason her stomach, and he was inching her t-shirt up her body. Histouch was very methodical and gentle. "Just sit back and relax." hesaid, and something about his hands made her feel more relaxed. Helifted her shirt to the point where her back was exposed up to theblack lycra top that bound her breasts. Then he was massaging sun-tan lotion into her lower back. "You have a beautiful body." he murmured. His voice had agentle, hypnotic quality to it, and Jennifer felt herself relaxingunder his touch. She idly wondered how many women he had seduced.What was funny was that she was supposed to be seducing him. "You don't mind me telling you how attractive I think you are,do you?" he whispered near her ear. "It's not a come-on oranything...I just think you have a very attractive body." "No..." she sighed. "I don't mind." She felt him gently prod herwith his fingers, and she sensed he wanted her to turn over. She lethim push her over, and he started rubbing sun-tan lotion on herstomach. "Your stomach is so firm." he said. "I can tell that youexercise." His massaging was more of a caress now, and he wasslowly inching up her body, until he was rubbing sun-tan lotion justbelow her breasts. She waited, wondering if he would actually touchher breasts, but he didn't. She felt his hands move away, and thenhis hand brushed her cheek. She opened her eyes. His face was so close to her, she could smell him. There wassomething sexual about his scent, and Jennifer felt overpowered byhis closeness. "You really are gorgeous." he said. "Can I kiss you?"She could only nod. At first she told herself, all she had to do was wait until hepulled away, and then she was done. She could go back to Mark. ButGreg kissed her in a long, lingering kiss, and as he did so, his handsran up and down her back and sides, making her feel weak. When hefinally broke away, she could only sigh in pleasure, and lay back ashe started to press his lips against her neck. His arm enveloped her,and pulled her to him, his hand roaming up and down her back.Finally he let her lie back in the grass, while he leaned over her andsmiled. His hand creeped like a spider up her side, and slippedalmost imperceptibly over her left breast. A shiver of pleasure andexcitement raced through her at this forbidden touch. "Want to go to my place?" he murmured. His other hand wastracing circles on her leg, drifting up her shorts and sliding overher thigh. "Ooh." she said. Then she remembered what she was supposedto be doing. "Oh! I'm sorry, I can't..." She sat up quickly, and pushedhim back. He did not seem particularly shocked, only displeased. "I'mreally sorry, Greg...maybe another time, okay?" She blinked at himfor a moment, trying to shake free of her desire, and rushed offbefore he could answer. "Suit yourself." she heard him say behind her. When she lookedback, he was on his back again, eyes closed, sunning himself. Jennifer looked around for Mark. She finally saw him sittingunder a nearby tree, waiting. She walked over, and he stood justbefore she reached him. His eyes appraised her. "You seemed to enjoy that." he said, his voice very neutral, andhe took her hand. Jennifer mutely allowed him to lead her away.
To be continued
This story has been painstakingly penned by Daniel Reinker.Death threats, obsessive ramblings and declarations of love (female pref.)to: dementia@cheshire.oxy.eduOccidental does not support this story directly, but (thus far) supportsmy ability to write and post it.Any similarities between this story and real life are PURELY coincidental.Jennifer is FICTIONAL!!! She is not based on anyone I know or desire.Hope you all liked the new tighter margins.
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