Archive-name: Control/contjen7.txt
Archive-author: Daniel Reinker
Archive-title: Controlling Jennifer - 7


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          Controlling Jennifer VII: Taking It Easy Part I

     It was the day after the dance. Jennifer hadn't really intended
to go running; she hadn't even set her alarm to get up in the
morning, thinking she would sleep late after the events of the
previous night. However, come the next morning, she found herself
wide awake at eight, and she really had nothing planned to do. So
she decided to run.
     Jennifer hadn't gone running since the first day she had met
Mark. At first it had been fear. Fear and shame. She hadn't wanted to
risk bumping into Mark again, and even more, she had been afraid
she would run into the student with the notebook and the disheveled
hair-do, or the man with his dog, the ones she had seen that day. The
ones that had seen her that first day, when Mark had her going
around 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 hating
him. He had made her do so many things she hadn't wanted to do. He
had turned her life completely upside-down. At times, he had made
her life a living hell. "I think I still hate him a little bit." she said
to 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. When
confronted with the daylight, it hardly seemed real. So much had
happened. She had so much conflicting emotions to resolve.
     As Jennifer was lacing up her shoes, she glanced at Darlene
lying comatose in the opposite bed. That was another reason to go
running; eventually, Darlene would wake up, and from experience,
Jennifer knew that Darlene usually had very bad hangovers. It was
better to disappear and come back after she had recovered
somewhat. Jennifer tightened her shoelaces, and quietly slipped out
the door.
     It was a nice day to go running; cold, but not too cold. Despite
the time, Jennifer felt very awake, and full of energy. The dorm was  empty, as it usually was early in the morning, and Jennifer slipped
out without seeing much of anyone. Someone was in the lobby
reading 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 spent
the time taking in her surroundings. It really was a nice day, and it
made her feel a lot better over what had happened the night before.
She listened to the birds chirping in the trees, and watched them
fly 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 area
of the campus, and took a quick look around for anyone she might
want to avoid. The park was fairly deserted; she saw more squirrels
than people, and didn't see anyone she knew. Jennifer strolled down
the path, humming a slow song she had heard the night before. She
thought about the last time she had come this way, when she had
first met Mark. I never actually did make it to the track, she
reminded herself. Her mind idled on a squirrel jumping from branch
to branch, almost following her. Deep down, Jennifer knew she was
pushing back what she needed to think about, but that was all right.
It could wait until she started running. For now, she would just
enjoy the simple beauty of early-morning nature. Carefree, without
human interference.
     Before she knew it, she had walked through the park and was
on the track. A couple other runners were running laps, and they all
looked faster and more serious than she was. "Just take it easy."
she reminded herself. "You haven't run for awhile, Jennifer. Let your
body get used to it." She moved over to stand behind the line that
usually determined the beginning and end of her laps, and did a few
token stretches. "You know, Jennifer." she said. "You sure talk to
yourself a lot more now." She laughed, and started to run.
     Her pace was fairly slow, but she planned to make it up in
distance. During the first half of the first lap, she could feel her
legs readjusting themselves to the exercise. It felt good. Her body
settled 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 seemed
more like a bad dream than anything else. She hoped she would never
see Derrick again; the image of him with his lip bleeding and an
expression of complete devotion on his face was burnt into her
mind. Jennifer knew that if she ever saw him again, that image
would 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 in
the year as just a nice guy, always saying hello to her, always ready
to give her a hand. He had accepted it before, when she had gently
told him she wasn't looking for a boyfriend.
     "It's amazing what a little good sex will do." Jennifer
murmured. There was no doubt Jacob was obsessed with her now.
The way he had acted the night before, with a little alcohol thrown
in...it was insane. HE was insane. Jennifer had never had to deal with
a guy like that before. She didn't know what to do.
     Maybe Mark...? She had asked herself that question over and
over before, but had never really considered it. Before, she had
thought Jacob was something she could deal with herself. Now, she
wasn't so sure. And after all, it would be child's play for Mark to
use his power...
     Morally, she wasn't quite sure where she stood on the whole
thing. Would it be wrong to have Mark use his power on Jacob? It
seemed like it should be, but Jennifer couldn't see how it would be
that wrong. After all, Mark had saved her from being almost raped
by using his power, and she certainly didn't find anything wrong
with that. How was this any different? Jacob was becoming more
and more demanding of her, and he might eventually become
dangerous. Jennifer was just watching out for herself, right?
Anyhow, Jacob would be better off to just forget her; there was no
way she would ever be for him what he wanted.
     Unfortunately, all this just sounded like justification to
Jennifer. Could she justify using Mark to take away someone else's
free will? Was it right? She couldn't decide.
     Mark, as usual, remained an enigma. He was always mysterious
to her, his motives incomprehensible. Whenever she felt like she
was getting a feel for the way he thought, he would turn around and
do something completely opposite to what she thought he would do.
At the dance, it seemed like he should have liked it when she
started doing what he wanted without him using his power. Yet, he
had turned cold, and had taken a complete and irrational dislike to
Derrick. What was wrong with Mark? Jennifer wished she could
understand him.
     Mark had said she was doing too good a job, but what did that
mean? Why was that a bad thing? Shouldn't that have pleased him?
     Jennifer found her mind lingering over the images of dancing
with Derrick, pretending to seduce him, and she found the images
very tantalizing. Though she hated to admit it, even to herself, she
had enjoyed herself. It was like Mark said, it wasn't like she was
really truly being a slut. After all, sluts were sluts because all they
wanted was sex, right? But that hadn't been Jennifer's motivation
at all. She had just been giving Derrick a night to remember.
     "Making his dreams come true." she grinned. It was true that
she had enjoyed acting the role of a seductress the night before, and
she discovered she was actually looking forward to her next
experience with Mark, her next 'game of controlling Jennifer', as he
referred to their sessions together. This was probably the strangest
thing to realize about the previous night. She had given herself to
Mark'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 asked
herself. Just like Derrick? As soon as she realized she was thinking
it, she disposed of the idea. It wouldn't be the same without Mark. It
really WOULD be slutty. Plus, she didn't want to get into another
mess like Jacob.
      Jennifer realized that she had lost count of how many laps she
had run, and she was getting tired. Oh, well, that was probably
enough anyhow. She ran to the next line on the track, and stopped,
breathing hard. Sweat dribbled down into her eyes, and she pushed
her hair back to keep it from dripping on her face. One more time
around the track, this time walking. As she walked, she thought
about Mark and his power. The one thing she worried about him was
that sometime he would get mad at her, and use his power against
her like he had used it against Jacob and Derrick. He seemed to
genuinely care about her, but that didn't mean he wouldn't lose his
temper and make her do something awful. 
     The sun was beating down on her as she walked along the
track, 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 nearby
water fountain, and made her way into the park, walking under the
trees instead of on the path.
     It seemed as if Mark was expecting her. He waited, sitting on
one 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, acutely
aware 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 on
the bench. A cool breeze blew through the shady group of trees, and
she shivered. "How did you know I would be here?" she asked.
     He smiled slightly. "Oh, you always used to come through here
at about the same time on saturdays, to go running. I used to come
down here and watch you go by, before I first came up to you." He
lapsed into silence again. Jennifer watched him for a moment,
waiting to see if he would say anything more. When he didn't, she
contented herself with looking at the other people in the park. Some
others had arrived while she had been running: a student reading a
book, a lady walking her dog, another group of students sitting on
the grass talking.
     "Jennifer..." Mark finally spoke. "Do I scare you?"
     The question startled her, and she looked at him to see if he
wore his confident grin, to see if he was playing another game. He
didn't seem to be; his eyes blinked distantly at the grass. He seemed
to 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 my
power." he said quietly.
     "I know." she answered simply. "Not intentionally, anyway...but
what if I do something to make you mad? How do I know you
wouldn't use it on me then? You might..." She let her voice trail
away.
     "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 much
power...how do I know you won't lose your temper and use it on me?"
He answered this question with silence, and Jennifer sighed and
waited.
     Finally he spoke. "I wish I could get you to trust me." he
whispered.
     Jennifer felt something within her leap. Was this the same guy
she had thought a monster? She couldn't help but smile. If he was an
ordinary 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 Mark
seemed to enjoy making them fight over her. "Mark." she said. "In
order 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 know
is my name is Mark, and I'm your master."
     "Darn it, Mark!" she burst, startling both him and herself. She
forced her voice down. "Mark, if you're going to be stubborn about
this, then we aren't going to get anywhere. You say you want me to
trust 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's
just be friends today, all right?"
     She waited for him to answer, but he only stared silently at
the ground. Finally she sighed and stood. He looked up at her. "Come
on, Mark." she said firmly, and picked up his hand. "Let's go play one
of your games, okay? And while we're doing that, we can talk, all
right?" She tugged at his hand, while he stared at her, looking at her
as if she had gone mad. Finally, he shrugged and stood.
     "All right, Jennifer. Another game." As he spoke, she noticed
that his confident grin was appearing on her face. That meant he had
an idea. She waited, hoping it would be something she would be
willing to do.
     "Here's what we're going to do, Jennifer." he said, starting to
lead 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 kiss
someone here in the park." He seemed to consider this for a second,
then nodded his approval. "For each person you kiss, I'll answer a
question."
     "Anyone?" she asked. That didn't sound too bad. She looked
around at the others in the park. She saw a couple guys, but didn't
know 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 who
breaks it. If he holds the kiss for an hour, you'll have to keep kissing
him for an hour. And while he's kissing you, you'll let him do
anything to you that he wants. He can run his hands all over you if
he wants. But once he breaks the kiss, you're free again. All right?"
     Jennifer nodded, feeling the fear and excitement build within
her. She wasn't sure she was going to be able to do it, but the idea
intrigued her. "I'll try. But you have to be there to help me if
anything 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. First
you have to kiss someone. Remember?" Then his eyes went wide as
Jennifer put her arms around him and pressed her lips against his.
He broke the kiss fast, faster than she had expected. She couldn't
help but smile at his look of shock.
     "I'm disappointed." she murmured. "You could have done
anything you wanted to me while I was kissing you. You just wasted
a good opportunity."
     He pulled away from her. "I can do anything to you anytime I
want, slave Jennifer." He snapped.
     She just grinned. "Your name? Come on, Mark. You can't say that
didn't count."
     He scowled at her, and for a moment she thought he would
refuse to answer. Finally, he growled. "Mark Robert Antonio." He
turned 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. "So
that'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 each
finger, bow and say your full name." He was using his power, and
Jennifer felt it sweep over her and block out her will to resist. She
fell to her knees, and took his left hand in hers. After she kissed
each 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 can
always still control you."
     Jennifer ignored his words. She sat down on the ground, and
turned away from him. "This is what I meant." she said, her voice
cold. "You lost your temper, and you used your power on me. This is
exactly 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 really
wasn't that mad." He tried to put his arm over her shoulders, but she
shrugged it off.
     "No, you didn't hurt me, but you could have." She said, her voice
still icy. She thought about whether she should pretend to start
crying, but didn't think she would be able to do it convincingly.
     "Oh, Jennifer." he sighed. "Please...I promise...I won't use my
power on you anymore today, all right? Does that make you feel
better? Come on and stand up, let's play the game some more."
     She reluctantly allowed him to turn her head, and then allowed
him to take her hand and help her up. Meanwhile, she fought to keep
from smiling, fought to keep the reluctant, hurt expression on her
face. I can control him, too, she thought to herself, and a small
smile creeped unbidden onto her face.
     They started walking along again. Mark started talking, saying
what a nice day it was, and how it was nice that the sun was
shining. Jennifer wasn't really paying attention, her mind was
swept up in thoughts of Mark, thinking of what questions she
wanted to ask him, and enjoying her small triumph over him.
     After a while, she noticed a man sunbathing in the middle of a
grassy stretch. He was fairly attractive, a tall man with dark eyes
and a firm, athletic build. And best of all, he was alone. "I see
someone." she murmured.
     "What?" asked Mark, glancing at her, then followed her eyes to
the man sunbathing.
     "Wait here." said Jennifer, and she released Mark's hand. She
explained "It'll make it harder if he sees me with another guy." She
didn'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 she
was going to do. She wondered if she would really have the guts to
go through with it.
     "Time to improvise." she said to herself, and then she was
standing beside the guy. She shifted nervously, not sure how to
start.
     She didn't need to. The guy looked up at her. "You're standing in
my 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. His
eyes had a predatory look about them, and he seemed to like what he
saw. Jennifer couldn't help but feel like she had just jumped into
his spider web.
     "Hi, Marcie." he said. "I'm Greg." He shifted onto his side to face
her, 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...sunning
yourself..." she began, trying to come up with something. "I thought
it looked relaxing." she finished lamely.
     Greg smiled, an easy, casual smile. Mark had his power, but
this man had a power of his own. It was in his confidence. "Want to
join me?" he asked. He pulled something from behind him. It was a
bottle of sun-tan lotion. "I have plenty of extra sunscreen." he said.
     "Uh..." Jennifer tried to think of an appropriate response. "I was
jogging..."
     "Oh, don't worry." His voice easily slid in and interrupted hers.
"You're not really dressed for it, but you can tie your shirt
off...that'll give you a little extra tan on your stomach. It's very
relaxing, Marcie...here, let me help you." Before she knew it, she was
on her stomach, and he was inching her t-shirt up her body. His
touch was very methodical and gentle. "Just sit back and relax." he
said, and something about his hands made her feel more relaxed. He
lifted her shirt to the point where her back was exposed up to the
black 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 a
gentle, hypnotic quality to it, and Jennifer felt herself relaxing
under 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 or
anything...I just think you have a very attractive body."
     "No..." she sighed. "I don't mind." She felt him gently prod her
with his fingers, and she sensed he wanted her to turn over. She let
him push her over, and he started rubbing sun-tan lotion on her
stomach.
     "Your stomach is so firm." he said. "I can tell that you
exercise." His massaging was more of a caress now, and he was
slowly inching up her body, until he was rubbing sun-tan lotion just
below her breasts. She waited, wondering if he would actually touch
her breasts, but he didn't. She felt his hands move away, and then
his hand brushed her cheek. She opened her eyes.
     His face was so close to her, she could smell him. There was
something sexual about his scent, and Jennifer felt overpowered by
his 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 he
pulled away, and then she was done. She could go back to Mark. But
Greg kissed her in a long, lingering kiss, and as he did so, his hands
ran up and down her back and sides, making her feel weak. When he
finally broke away, she could only sigh in pleasure, and lay back as
he 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 and
smiled. His hand creeped like a spider up her side, and slipped
almost imperceptibly over her left breast. A shiver of pleasure and
excitement raced through her at this forbidden touch. 
     "Want to go to my place?" he murmured. His other hand was
tracing circles on her leg, drifting up her shorts and sliding over
her thigh.
     "Ooh." she said. Then she remembered what she was supposed
to be doing. "Oh! I'm sorry, I can't..." She sat up quickly, and pushed
him back. He did not seem particularly shocked, only displeased. "I'm
really sorry, Greg...maybe another time, okay?" She blinked at him
for a moment, trying to shake free of her desire, and rushed off
before he could answer.
     "Suit yourself." she heard him say behind her. When she looked
back, he was on his back again, eyes closed, sunning himself.
     Jennifer looked around for Mark. She finally saw him sitting
under a nearby tree, waiting. She walked over, and he stood just
before she reached him. His eyes appraised her.
     "You seemed to enjoy that." he said, his voice very neutral, and
he took her hand. Jennifer mutely allowed him to lead her away.

To be continued

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