Chapter 1

'I have to do anything anyone tells me!'

I looked at her in disbelief. 'Huh?' I asked lamely.

'Whenever someone tells me to do something I have to do it! I don't know why and I'm really scared.'

She looked like she was definitely upset. Her normally pretty face was blotchy and red with mascara running down her cheeks. We were standing at the door to my apartment and I didn't need the neighbors getting upset with me. Plus there was a crying girl at my door. What else could I do?

'Alright, come in and calm down.'

She sighed as she walked in and noticeably calmed. I was probably just imagining things, though. She went to go and sit on my bed, while I moved back to my computer chair.

I lived in a small studio apartment, with my bed in the corner furthest from the door and my computer and desk opposite it, the only window in the room sitting between them. It was sparsely furnished with only my chair or bed to sit on. I'd considered getting something a little more fancy, like a recliner of some nature, but hadn't had either the funds or the will so far. Nothing was hung on my light green painted walls and there was a fairly simple ceiling fan. The only thing that really seemed out of place was my oddly ornate chest of drawers beneath the window, a gift from my dying Grandmother. Caddy corner to the door was the kitchenette. Funds always seemed low, so I tried to cook as much as I could. No matter how I tried, my place always seemed dirty.

Ellie, the girl, was a blond haired beauty. She was slim, with medium to smallish breasts and a very tight ass. She had a great figure and would have easily been a cheerleader had she cared about doing so. Instead, she had opted to be a leader of a social clique and spread rumors about just how many guys the cheerleaders were sucking off and why. She was a little air-headed, but nice enough when she wanted to be. Short and small was how I thought of her. She was very feminine, usually wearing pinks and skirts, traditionally girlish things.

Her knees thumped together as she dropped herself onto my bed, closing any access to look up her skirt that I might have had. Not that I would have, mind you. Well, movement does attract attention, I probably wouldn't have been able to peak for longer than-

'I don't know what to do. You have to help me.'

I snapped out of my thoughts and looked somewhere, anywhere, else.

'Okay, start over from the beginning. What's going on?'

'I have to do anything anyone tells me!'

Her face scrunched up and she started crying again, like she had been just moments before.

'Yeah, you said that. What do you mean?'

'Whenever someone tells me to do something I have to do it! I don't know why and I'm really scared.'

'You said that, too. Look, calm down and tell me what's wrong.'

Again, she calmed down and said in a smooth, unwavering voice, 'I don't know. I woke up this morning and every time someone has told me to do something I've done it. I was having a bad day when I got up, but when daddy told me to have a good day I just felt better.'

'So?'

'Well, then when Bobby got up I was pokin' fun at him for the internet history showing all these porn sites and I said I was gonna tell mom. He said eyou can't!' and ran back up to his room. But when I tried to tell her I just couldn't. I tried to, I really did, but nothing came out.'

'Okay, that's a little weird, but-'

'And then when I was driving to work this morning I accidentally cut someone off. He kinda caught up to me a little later and yelled out his window for me to-' she stopped and looked embarrassed, glancing away from me.

'To what?' I asked.

'I don't wanna say, ' she said, still not looking at me. I could see a faint mist of tears coming to her eyes.

'Oh come on. We've known each other for five years, you can tell me anything.'

'He told me to go fuck myself!'

She buried her face in her hands as I looked on in shock. My mouth started moving but my brain wasn't quite in gear yet.

'Did you?' I asked, hesitantly.

'Mmhmm' she moaned and nodded, face still hidden. 'When he said that I just got so horny and I couldn't stop myself. I started playing with myself right there in the middle of the road. Then I made a stupid turn and another guy yelled at me to watch where I was going. It was so weird, like I couldn't take my eyes off the road, no matter what was going on. I was fingering myself, but I couldn't do anything but watch straight ahead. No looking in the mirrors or nothing, just straight forward on the road. I had to pull off at that old parking garage so I could finish myself off without getting into an accident.'

My mouth just hung open as she spewed it all out, all the words kind of blurring into one another. She what?

Okay. No. This had to be a joke. She was playing a joke on me about her masturbating in traffic because a guy told her to. She can't be serious. I looked around to see if I could spot the cameras or see if anyone was looking in the window for my reaction.

She was blushing furiously, still sitting on my bed with her knees pressed together so tightly I thought they'd probably get stuck like that. She was kind of rocking herself back and forth, like she was trying to comfort herself.

'This-no-what?' I finally said, not willing to allow myself to be suckered in quickly. If this was a prank, I was going to get some deniability in as soon as I could. 'I mean, you wouldn't-'

'You gotta believe me!' The tears in her eyes started falling again. 'I just can't help myself. I did all that stuff because someone told me to.'

'Okay, okay, calm down, ' I said, making small pushing down movements with my hands. 'It'll all be fine, just calm down and we'll think of something.'

Immediately, she went back to being serine. Her blushing faded and the tears dried up. If this was a joke, she was one hell of an actress. Her hands fell to her knees and she looked around, almost bored.

I grabbed some of my hair in my left hand and looked at the ground. Was she telling the truth? She seemed to be. She'd never been the sort to pull pranks before, but that just seemed to make her more suspicious. Someone else could have gotten to her. Maybe it was Kyle. He liked practical jokes and this sounds exactly like something he'd do to me. I'd have to make her prove that this was really going on.

'I believe you, ' I said, hoping that would stop any future tears. 'But you need to prove it to me. I need to know this isn't just some weird joke you're playing on me.'

'Okay, ' she said, nodding. 'What'd you want me to do?'

'Uhm, I dunno. Something you wouldn't ever do.' At the very least I'd be able to get some dirt on her to mitigate the damage if this did go wrong. 'What's something you'd never, ever do?'

She thought for a second. 'I'd never commit suicide.'

I blinked. 'Okay, that's not really helpful. I'm not going to tell you to kill yourself just so you can prove this isn't a prank.'

She shrugged. 'I don't know. I never thought I'd masturbate in my car until this morning. I don't really know what I wouldn't do now.'

Those words brought my brain straight around to thoughts of a sexual nature. Tell her to take off her shirt! No, open her legs! No! Strip nude!

No, no, no, no, no. I told myself. Can't violate her trust just because you're in a strange position of power. Besides, that's probably what they want. They want to know if you want to have sex with her. That's what this is all about, I concluded in my head. It's some sort of psych experiment or something. What would you do if you had power over another human being? They're just trying to mess with my head. I'm going to tell her to strip and give me a blow job and then someone's going to write it down and hand it in as a term paper. Well, it isn't going to work. I've been through all the bullying crap back in High School and I'm not dealing with it now.

Well, now I had a decision to make. Did I want to turn the game back on them, play them for fools or force her to show her hand? If I told her to do something completely outlandish she'd have to admit it was all a game and I could just get out of it then.

But what's weird enough to get her to stop it, but not weird enough to be held against me for the rest of the time I'm in college? I looked around on my desk for inspiration and something struck me. I grabbed a piece of paper and handed it to her.

'Eat this piece of paper, ' I commanded. 'And savor it. Tastes like chocolate to you.'

I watched in disbelief as she tore ravenously into the paper. She sucked and groaned at it, licking all over and chewing thoroughly. One bite, then two, enjoying every second. Nothing was stopping her, she just kept biting into it, humming to herself as she ate the delicacy. As the last tiny shred went down, she sampled her fingers, tasting them for any remnants. When she realized what she was tasting, her eyes went wide and she started blushing again.

'What is it?' I asked.

'It's just-I never-it's-I mean, I-' she stammered then gave up and shrank back into herself.

'Come on. Are you embarrassed you ate a piece of paper? It's okay, I told you to do it.'

She shook her head. 'It's not that, ' she said weakly.

'Then what is it?'

'I don't wanna say.'

'Just tell me.'

'I've never tasted myself before.'

'Huh?' I asked. 'I've seen you lick your fingers before. Just last week you got ice cream all over yourself and-'

'Not my fingers, my pussy!' she yelled, throwing my pillow at me.

I was so shocked by her outburst her missile hit me square in the face.

'Oh, ' I said. It was my turn to blush. 'Sorry, I forgot.'

I must admit, there was something about the way she said 'pussy' that made my blush and my dick have a tug of war over my blood supply. I can't say for sure what it was, but just the sound was so deliciously naughty that I wanted to hear it more, repeated over and over. Preferably prefaced with 'fuck my.'

I guess that might have proved she was telling the truth. I mean, there's really no proof that she really had touched herself earlier, but she reacted so quickly that it didn't seem contrived. Could she really be telling the truth? She did gobble up that paper awful quickly.

'Do you believe me yet?' she asked sullenly.

'I dunno, I guess.' I said, lamely. I didn't, but I also didn't think I could get away with making her do something else after that.

'What do I do? I can't go anywhere like this. Who knows what kind of trouble I'd get in?'

'Well, what if someone tells you not to do something and then tells you to do it? Do you still have to do it? Which command takes hold?'

She thought for a moment. 'I don't know.'

'Let's try it, ' I suggested.

'What should I do?'

'You think of something, I did it last time.'

'Okay, um, tell me... ' she looked around. 'Tell me not to go in the bathroom.'

'Alright.' I said, feeling ridiculous. I drew a deep breath and summoned my best legalise. 'Ellie, I want you to not do the next thing I tell you to do. Go in the bathroom.'

She stayed seated and broke into a grin. 'I didn't go!' she crowed.

I shrugged. She didn't go because I told her not to go. She wasn't any less of a puppet now than she was a minute ago. I guess there was victory in knowledge, however. That might be useful.

I had an idea. 'What if I tell you to do something but someone else tells you to do the opposite? What happens then?'

Her face fell and she adopted a frown of concentration. 'Maybe we can ask one of your neighbors to tell me to do something.'

'Do you really want to try to explain to a stranger that you have to do everything someone tells you to do? What if they ask you to do something weird or dangerous?'

'You mean like telling me to eat a piece of paper?' she shot at me, accusingly.

'Like ego fuck yourself.'' I retorted hotly.

I watched in shock as her nipples immediately hardened and her hand went straight for her crotch. She began massaging herself through her skirt, moaning and gyrating. She realized what she was doing and looked to the bathroom before realizing I told her not to go in there. In the few seconds that took place, I saw her struggle, trapped between her immediate need to get off and her need to get away. Getting off was winning, if her rubbing was any indictaion.

Finally, I sputtered, 'that wasn't a command! Stop doing that.'

She rigidly stopped, then hugged her knees into her chest and started crying again.

Awkwardly, I got up off my chair, noticing a slight bulge in my pants that wouldn't go away, and walked over to her gently. I sat down, put my arm around her shoulder, and let her cry into me. She took to my open arms with gusto, wrapping herself into me.

It started off as a gentle sobbing but evolved into a passionate wailing. For a moment I wondered how it would be, forced to do anything anyone else told me to do. The complete hopelessness and lack of control. Even random people on the street could get me to do horrible things without ever intending to. I patted her back ineffectually, trying to console her. Would it be better to tell her to calm down again or let her feel her pain? What would I want?

As I was philosophizing, she calmed to a weak weeping, her shoulders only barely moving. I could feel her breasts against me, her hardened tips working their way slowly up and down on my chest. Her hands moved on my back, caressing and drifting slowly southward. She nuzzled my shoulder, lightly brushing her lips on the base of my neck. She pressed her knees together and sighed. I indulged myself in her touch, loving the feel of her and turning my comforting shoulder to something far creepier than I had intended.

Don't look at me like that. She started it.

Blood no longer had to compete with my face and penis, so it decided to go with the later. My jeans tented alarmingly, but luckily her face was turned from it. I tried to get a hold of myself. I had to have enough control not just of myself but of my new slave.

With as little force as I could possibly muster, I grabbed onto her shoulders and pushed her away. Probably a good play normally, but this unfortunately caused her beautiful visage to be pulled from my neck into my eyes. Despite her messed up make up, she was still so beautiful.

'Help me, ' she whispered and bit down lightly on her bottom lip. I looked into her gorgeous blue eyes, looking very much like the sky after a rainstorm. Her cheeks were slightly puffy and red spots showed up randomly on her face leaving her looking very ill, but there was just something in her eyes and tone. I nodded, forcing myself to stare back into her eyes. It was then that I seriously committed myself to doing anything I possibly could for her to get her free of this awful curse.

It was also about that time that I noticed her masturbating herself on my leg. It was subtle, just a slow push forward then back. Nothing obvious, nothing startling. Well, aside from the fact that my friend was getting off on my leg. I suppose that was a little startling. Her hands were still on my lower back, tugging and massaging, but they weren't necessary for her hips to rub up against me.

'Please, ' she begged. 'I want it so bad.'

'What?' I asked dumbly.

She moaned, throwing her head back and closing her eyes while rubbing a little faster. It was now pretty blatant what was going on, but something in me still screamed for discretion. I didn't want to make a move that would end our friendship, even if she was trying to burn a hole in my pants with her vagina.

I, uh, may have been a virgin at the time which may have explained my awkwardness.

'Please.' She continued to repeat the word, over and over, seeming to find some comfort in the communication.

'What do you want?' My mouth was so dry and she was so wet. Maybe I could quench my thirst if I just moved my head down a little.

She was struggling with herself, I could tell. She needed me to get off, but I was asking her to lay her sexuality bare to me. I didn't mean to be a pussy tease, I was just so frightened that I would do or say the wrong thing. She was clearly in heat, but I had no idea of what to do about it.

She continued to whimper her 'please' so I amended my question. 'What do you want me to do? Should I make it go away or' I swallowed the driest saliva in the history of the world 'touch you?'

I think at that point she was past the point of caring how she got off. My tented pants were getting soaked, a line up and down the front of my right leg showed her trail of pussy juice. Her nipples jabbed into me with every forward thrust. I looked at her throat, stretched back, expanding and contracting with her labored breathing. I thought I could see the pounding in her arteries as well.

Hesitantly, I brought my hands around to cup her modest breasts. I don't know much about cup sizes, but they were slightly less than a handful. Through the thin material of her shirt, I could tell she wasn't wearing a bra and that excited me even more. In my minds eye, when I look back to that day, I can still feel her turgid tips pressing into my palms as she groaned and pushed into me. I kneaded her tits, squishing the base and pulling outward as though trying to milk her. I have never been so absorbed in the act of playing with boobs as I was at that very moment.

I was very much thankful when she backed herself up on me to remove her shirt. When I saw them, it was love at first bounce. Pale flesh rolled up her mounds, capped by small areolas. Perhaps it was because they were the first ones I had ever seen in real life, but I had never seen anything so perfect in my life.

I resumed my attack on her breasts, allowing my head to drop down. Before I knew it, I was taking her nipples into my mouth and gorging myself on them. They tasted and looked divine. My hands retreated to around her slim waist to hold her still. They were fun to watch heave and jiggle, but I wanted to participate. She still attempted to masturbate herself on me, but I had put a stop to that, so she rested herself, allowing me full access to her chest.

When I had had my fill(alright, maybe I wasn't completely satisfied with her bosoms, but I had other things I wanted to taste), I nudged her back onto my bed so that her calves dangled off the edge. Her skirt rode up slightly and I could see my first tantalizing sight of inner thigh. There was something I needed, something I'd always wanted to do but could never get myself into a position to try it.

I went to my knees between her legs and slowly started hiking up the skirt. I moved slowly, deliberately. I wanted to give her a chance to back out, though I wished so hard that she wouldn't stop me. When her lips were finally in view, I gave up on deliberate and shoved the rest of the cloth out of the way, flipping it up onto her hard stomach.

She was shaved! The gorgeous vision of her glistening wet twat flooded my mouth and is still a favorite memory for hand to crotch combat with myself. I drank in her scent, breathing deeply, hoping to never be torn from such a heavenly smell. My thumb trailed down her slit, testing the waters as it were. I glanced up to her face and saw she was watching me with anticipation as I lowered my mouth to her quivering nether. Her hands had resumed the work mine had abdicated and were twisting and pulling in a most erotic way.

She shuddered when I got close enough for her to feel my breath. I noticed the movement and decided to play a little, blowing softly along her lips from anus to clit. She seemed to like it, so I continued a little, driving her further and further in her passion.

I got tired of waiting and descended closer. My tongue flicked out, tasting the air and straining to get to my goal. Oh, I wanted it so bad. So many years and dreams, desire left unfulfilled. And here she was, ready, willing, and begging for me to eat her.

My upper lip made contact with the little man in the boat and that's when her orgasm broke. In her glee, she became suddenly strong, clutching at my head and driving me down toward her opening. My tongue was still sticking out and went straight in, giving me my first glorious taste of female nectar.

She bounced and grunted, her hips grinding painfully into my mouth as she worked through her flooding pleasure. I could feel her nubbin biting into my upper lip, could feel her hole tightening around my tongue, could feel her thighs crushing my ears and jaw. I heard her strangled gasps of ecstacy.

There's something enormously satisfying in knowing that you caused a woman to cum. A pride that glows deep within, like you'd completed some heroic feat. I know it wasn't my technique that sent her over, but that doesn't stop me from holding the fact that she came into my face in my heart.

She gasped in the last throes of her orgasm and released me. I licked my lips, gathering as much of her dew as I could and sucking it down. She tasted like I imagine heaven would taste.

We looked at each other. I smiled at her, but even through the shine of her climax I could tell she wasn't so pleased with what had happened.

She wanted it. I know she did. She asked me for it. I gave her all the chance in the world to stop me and she didn't. But I guess she didn't want to want it and that's where the trouble started. Or maybe it was me she just didn't want.

She immediately began to cover herself up, dragging her shirt on over her head and putting her skirt back in order. She jumped up from my bed and I saw her look to my bathroom. I guess she would have gone for it, had she been able to.

She looked down to me and asked 'can I please go to your bathroom?'

I shrugged, made a gesture with my hand and said, 'sure.'

My ego was crushed as the door shut. She didn't want me. She didn't want me to kiss her pussy, to lick her clean. She didn't want me groping her. I don't know who she wanted, I don't know how she wanted me, and I didn't know why she didn't want me. But she didn't.

I sank to the floor and looked into my hands. My thumb still had a little wetness on it. I wanted to suck it, to taste her passions again. But I couldn't. I shouldn't have had my first taste of her.

I spiraled into depression as I waited for her. I heard water running, the toilet flush, and items being moved around, but it all seemed so distant. Why didn't she want me?

I'm not a bad lookin' guy. Scrawny, sure, but that's not a bad thing, is it? I don't have a strong build, but I can open my own pickle jars and I can pick up my bag of books. My face isn't bad, either. My green eyes are a little sunken and my face is too gaunt, my lips too thin and my jaw isn't very powerful. Maybe if I could put on a few pounds I'd be better looking, but I can't seem to gain weight. I'd even accept a little fat, it doesn't have to be muscle. I have thin brown hair. It's not balding, thank everything holy, but I've never had what anyone would consider 'great hair.' Hell, I'd settle for 'good hair' at this point.

Maybe it's not my physique that's pushing her away, though. Maybe I'm not rich enough. Oh, I get by. My parents are helping me through college, but I have to keep up a part time job to get the bills paid. Maybe that's not enough.

I probably would have examined every aspect of my life if she hadn't opened the door right then. She had cleaned herself up, washed her face, combed her hair. Her clothes were all back in place, I'm sorry to say, and she looked uneasy.

I knew I could change everything. I could make her want me. I could have her every day and every night without stop. All I had to do was say 'love me' and I would never have to be alone again. I could make her adore me, worship me. I could make her lust after me like no other woman had lusted before. A part of me wanted that. In fact, approximately six inches of me wanted that more than anything else. But I couldn't do it. I couldn't change who she was. Her feelings were hers, not mine.

I sighed and got to my feet. I guess it was time to go to work so no one else could make her theirs with two words. It wasn't going to be easy and it looked like I was going to be hard the entire time.

I chewed my hamburger morosely. My mood hadn't sweetened any since we left my apartment and seemed to be doing a better job at devouring me than I was at my meal. Ellie barely talked while she ate her soup and salad. I guess there wasn't much to talk about now.

I glanced up at her as she pushed her fork through the lettuce. She had been as withdrawn as I had. Our conversation since we left had consisted of diners and fast-food. We had opted for a small restaurant down the street from my apartment. It was nothing fancy, but the food was good and cheap.

We sat, separated by a round table next to a window. The floor was checkered red and white and the decor was a general western theme. There were ropes, lassos, hats and boots. Some of the waitresses even had spurs on, which would jingle and clash as they served their orders. Everything seemed to either be brown or red and white. Few people lingered after lunch, so we were mostly alone.

I watched her as I chewed on a couple of fries. She wasn't looking as flushed anymore and there was a slight afterglow to her, though dimmed by her sour disposition. I should say something. I should reach out to her.

What do you say to a person who has to do everything you say? 'Cheer up, it wont be that bad being a slave to everyone you talk to.' 'Maybe you can go into hiding, never speak to another living soul again.' 'I hear convents are nice, maybe they'll take you in. You'll probably be forced to masturbate less there.'

I sighed and shook my head. That was avoiding the issue. We still hadn't talked about what had occurred on my bed. Maybe that was for the best, though. If she were angry at me, she'd probably have been yelling at me. As it was, she'd just suggested a late lunch and we headed out.

I should probably keep my mouth shut.

'I'm sorry.' I said.

Oh man, I hate being an idiot.

She didn't raise her head, but she did look up at me, then back down. 'I don't want to talk about it, ' she replied.

Uh oh, I thought, that's probably not going to end well.

'Okay.' I reached for something more to say and failed. I seemed to be good at making things more awkward.

I was saved from having to think of something new by the waitress. She was a bubbly brunette that seemed entirely too cheerful for her job. She was very well put together, nice face, good figure, and some impressive assets under her red and white checkered shirt. Not very tall, but that didn't detract from her loveliness.

'You two don't seem to be doing so well. Anything I can do to help? The food okay?'

We both mumbled our appeasements to her and she handed me the bill and walked away. I watched her go, whistling in my head as she went. I was still nursing my arousal from earlier, having not seen even a hint of satisfaction thus far. It looked like it was going to be a lonely night for me on my computer and a bottle of moisturizer. Ellie saw me looking, but made no comment.

Then again, I'm not certain if she'd have commented on a nuclear explosion going off behind me.

Chivalry forbade me from allowing my lady friend to pay her way, even if she had refused to talk to me since cumming all over my bed less than an hour ago. She didn't put up much of a fight, allowing me my pride, and just slurping down the last of her drink. She hadn't eaten much, her salad was mostly gone but her soup was untouched. I hadn't done much better, leaving half of my burger and a few straggling fries.

I fulfilled the tab, left some bills for a tip and we headed out onto the street. Most of the traffic had died down, the majority of the populace at their jobs. We walked back to my apartment, not looking at each other.

On our way, we passed her car. It wasn't anything too fancy, just an old sedan her Dad let her have for her sixteenth birthday. It was used and red and that's about everything I knew about it. I didn't want to know more, actually. I didn't have a car and something I've always prided myself on is not making myself want things I can't have.

Aside from girls. I'm really bad at that.

She motioned for me to stop and wait, while she reached in to grab her purse. The drivers side door was next to the curb, the car facing opposite the direction we were walking. She reached in the open window, straining for her bag when I looked down and saw her pussy poking right out from under her short skirt. I know it sounds kind of strange, but that's also when my mind put two and two together and I realized she wasn't wearing any panties. I thought back. Or a bra, for that matter.

'Why aren't you wearing any underwear?' I asked, my curiosity beating my common sense to my mouth.

Yeah, being stupid sucks.

She glared back at me, her prize in her hands. As she straightened out of the car window, she composed herself briefly before slapping me across the face.