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Llewellan"Could you get on with it? I'm in kind of a hurry."Llewellan blinked. This was not the way it was supposed to go. He examined the girl more closely. She was stunning, naturally, with hair that shone red at the roots, then darkened to a deep black by the ends. Her hair extended down only to her shoulders. He almost let his gaze fall further, but there would be time for that later. "Ah, wha?" he asked intelligently, his fingers continuing to play with the necklace. "You're trying to hypnotise me, right?" "Um, well, yeah. You see, I found this pendant..." The girl smiled wryly. "Uh huh. A pendant which gives you power over people's minds, and you're using it to gain control over women so you can get laid, right?" Llewellan was at a loss for words. "I thought as much. And you're going to turn me into your mindcontrolled love slave, existing only to serve your every desire. You'll play with my mind, and possibly with my body, making sure I enjoy everything you do to me, making me crave your touch." Llewellan swallowed, hard, letting the pendant dangle, unnoticed. "And afterwards, you'll make me forget the whole incident, except that whenever I see you I'll be consumed with thoughts of lust. Was that pretty much what you were thinking?" "I guess..." "Great. Go ahead, do whatever you want to me. I'll enjoy it, you'll make sure of that. Of course, I would have anyway, I've got this thing for submission. All I ask is that you finish in time to let me get to my 5 o'clock. It's only noon now, that gives you about four hours, plus an hour for me to shower and change before I get there. That should be plenty of time... unless the pendant gives you supernatural stamina. Does it?" "I... I don't know. This is my first time..." The woman looked a bit disgusted. "Oh, god. A virgin. I should have known by the expression." "I've been laid before!" Llewellan said, affrontedly. "No, I mean you've never... look. You think you're the only one with Vast Powers of Mental Domination?" Llewellan could hear the capitals as she pronounced them. "What with all the kids waking up with New and Exciting Powers, or finding some Ancient Artifact, or building a device with Wierd Scientific Principles, it's a wonder I get any sleep at all. The name's Mandie, by the way." "Llewellan," Llewellan said automatically. "Everyone just calls me Lew, but I prefer Llewellan." "Llewellan, great. Or should I just go ahead and start calling you Master now?" Llewellan blinked again. Then, with a new, tentative confidence, he said, "Yeah, call me Master. I... I order you!" "That's a bit better," a slight pause, "Master." Mandie sighed. "So, shall we get on with it?" This was definitely not what he had expected. It was more than a little offputting, to tell the truth. Llewellan wondered where he had lost control of the situation. "What do I... oh, yeah! The pendant!" Mandie spoke slowly, as if to an infant. "Yes, Master. The pendant. You know, your Source of Power?" Stung, he thrust the necklace in her direction. "Look deeeeeep into the central crystal." Now that just sounded stupid, he told himself. It had worked, though. He saw Mandie's eyes get all glazed over. He had her in his hands, now, to mold at his... leisure... Mandie gazed at him blankly. Unless she was just playing with him. She said she'd done this before. Maybe she knew some secret technique that made her immune. Llewellan tested in the first way he could think of. "Raise your hands in the air!" Smoothly, her hands went up. That wasn't enough of a test, though. "Um, take off your shirt." Without the expression on her face changing in any way, Mandie unbuttoned her shirt and pulled it off, revealing a blue, flowery bra over which a pair of large, well-formed breasts threatened to spill. Llewellan felt himself start to get hard. "Now the bra." The bra joined the shirt on the floor. Mandie's breasts were readily apparent now, and they were as gorgeous as he'd thought. They'd been why he had selected her to begin with, a total stranger passing in the hallway. Llewellan reached out for them... and paused. There was something wrong. Mandie gazed at him blankly. Something very wrong. Mandie continued to look in his direction. Something about her expression, though, he didn't know if it was actually there or not, but it reminded him of... a smirk. She was smirking at him. Or not, but it didn't really matter if it was his imagination or not. He just couldn't go ahead with it. He started to pace, muttering to himself. pace pace pace "...damn woman. Always..." pace pace pace "She keeps looking at me..." pace pace pace "STOP LOOKING AT ME, DAMMIT!" Without a pause, Mandie turned around and faced the wall. pace pace pace "...doesn't matter. Doesn't... even if I..." pace pace pace "...control her completely... she'll win, dammit." Llewellan's step quickened, his words coming faster. "She'll win, because she'll know what I've done, and I'll know what I've done. And somewhere, inside, she'll be laughing at me, because everything I'll do to her has been done before everything I can't do anything new to her she's sucked cocks and been tied up and called people master and she'll always be looking at me!" Suddenly, with the sense of a decision made, he turned back to her. "Mandie, face me." She turned back to him. He handed her the necklace, said, "You can move now," turned, and ran out the door. Behind him, Mandie stirred, and grabbed her back. "Ow! Staying in that position is a bitch." She looked at the necklace in her hand and sniffed. "Typical. Premature, even." She opened a drawer in her dresser and tossed it in without looking. It made a dull "clink" sound as it hit the others. "Damnation. Maybe I'll have enough time to go cruising around the schoolyard in case one of the kids there wants to experiment by combining drugs and hypnosis or something. I've got to work on my technique, though. Maybe if I played innocent it would work better." Her face softened slightly. "I'd better be ready by five, though. Master Tim doesn't like to be kept waiting..."
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