Special Sale in New Shire
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Chapter 1
Mind Control Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Mary Sue is the pride of New Shire—devout, modest, and sharp-tongued, especially when it comes to Billy Ray, the community’s dubious benefactor. She sees his gold crosses and modern gifts for what they truly are: corruption disguised as charity. But when Billy Ray gathers the town for a film night, his final announcement turns out to be something far more unsettling than a movie.
Caution: This Mind Control Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Hypnosis Mind Control Heterosexual
“I’m telling you, Janice, if Billy Ray doesn’t change soon, he’ll end up in hell itself. I don’t care how many Sunday trips he’s financed,” Mary Sue said firmly.
“The minister says we must be patient, Mary Sue. Charity is charity,” Janice replied as she pulled a cake out of the oven, meant for Saturday’s fundraiser.
The Lord says, “No man can serve two masters: for either he will hate the one, and love the other; or else he will hold to the one, and despise the other,” Mary Sue quoted.
“You forget the Lord also says we must let go of the past, Mary Sue. This my son was dead...” Janice struggled to recall the rest, never quite able to quote Scripture as effortlessly as her friend.
“For this my son was dead, and is alive again; he was lost, and is found,” Mary Sue finished.
“Yes, that one,” Janice smiled. Her friend was always patient with her.
“Charity doesn’t cure stupidity,” Mary Sue said. “It doesn’t bring the dead back to life.”
Mary Sue had chosen a long green dress, perfectly sewn by her own hands. She had used the gold thread her father had bought in the city to embroider delicate golden flowers along the hem, and a radiant sun at the center. She doubted anyone in the city could replicate her technique, though she reluctantly admitted they had access to fabrics and colors the community could never reproduce.
That was the only good thing the city produced. Everything else was pornographic or corrupt-like Billy Ray.
Before leaving, she glanced at the large cross Billy Ray had gifted her. He had claimed it was gold. That, of course, did not impress Mary Sue-at least not in the way he had hoped. Like most families in the community, they did not own jewelry, religious or otherwise. She had tried to return it. Her father said he would take care of it.
He came back hours later-not only with the gold cross, but with an even larger one for the house, which he proudly mounted on the wall.
Her mother seemed to share her unease, but her father’s decisions were final, even when they went against everything they had known.
Her mother walked nervously in a red dress, chosen at her father’s insistence. It was not made by anyone in the community; it was another gift from Billy Ray. Worse still, it was low-cut. Not scandalous by city standards, but for them, it was enough.
Both mother and daughter carried a sin heavier than the other women of the community-one rooted in the flesh, as her mother called it, beating too close to the heart. A sin of the flesh. Perhaps that was the true source of their frequent back pain. Janice often said she envied Mary Sue for all her suitors, though Mary Sue was certain most were tempted by that very sin, not by the virtues she took such pride in: her first-place ribbons in baking, or her knitting, so precise it unsettled even the elderly women.
When they left in old Sally-the rusted car that had belonged to her grandfather-they encountered far more traffic than usual. Modern cars. Very modern. All the drivers seemed to be men. Mary Sue recognized none of them.
“Why did Billy Ray bring that stupid projector again?” Mary Sue asked Janice.
“He says he has an announcement, and then he’ll show us a film like he usually does. Come on, everyone likes them,” Janice tried to soothe her, offering her a piece of cake.
Soon everyone gathered around the screen. Mary Sue and Janice played at inventing names for the strangers. The community was uneasy in their presence, but the Lord says: Love the foreigner, for you were foreigners in the land of Egypt.
Billy Ray appeared, greeted by applause. The people eagerly awaited the film. Many were already eating popcorn-sponsored, of course, by Billy Ray.
“Good afternoon,” he began. “And as promised, today marks the start of the New Shire reel sale. Let the sale begin now.”
Most of the townsfolk were dismayed. There was no cattle auction scheduled today. Perhaps Billy Ray had misspoken-but then, as if he had almost forgotten, he added:
“The bitch’s tit is hungry to cum.”
Then everyone in the town began to have attacks very similar to what a person with epilepsy would experience. Mary Sue’s hand was entwined with Janice’s when Janice began to foam at the mouth. Soon, Mary Sue was foaming too.
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Janice’s cake, or what was left of it, had been a tremendous success. Of course, most of it was never eaten; much had fallen off when it was smeared between her legs -a miscalculation, it wasn’t sticky enough. An error most of the gentlemen overlooked. Most only penetrated for a few minutes and left. Her older sister was at her side, ready to clean her with her tongue after each client.
Naturally, having been used so frequently drove her price down drastically. In the end, she was bought by a third-tier employee, a young man with grime under his nails and a janitor’s uniform. With luck, he might afford his own apartment someday. Still, Janice seemed moved. As soon as the auctioneer’s hammer fell, she lunged at him and clung to his neck.
“I’ll take care of you,” the young man whispered.
She only rubbed her wet crotch against his leg, leaving a damp streak on the fabric of his trousers.
The rest of the women were being auctioned on the main stage. Mary Sue’s mother had been one of the most fiercely contested lots.
Aggressive bids, dry shouts. In the end, an old oilman won her.
“Sold!” cried the auctioneer, pointing his hammer at the man.
Mary Sue’s father didn’t even notice when his naked wife stood up. Her breasts, large and heavy, were now worth a fortune. She walked straight to the oilman, who was already unbuckling his belt.