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The phone rang, and Jennifer jumped. Darlene, her roommate, gave her an annoyed look and picked up the phone. “Hello? Yeah, this is Darlene. Huh? Oh, sure…I have it right here.” Flashing Jennifer another annoyed look, she picked up her math assignment sheet and started to read an assignment from it.

Jenny hugged her pillow close to her, listening to the phone conversation and trying to take refuge in its relative normalcy. It wasn’t him. Thank god it wasn’t him. She pressed her cheek into the soft fabric of the pillow, and held it tightly. Her eyes stared to the side, her mind fighting once again to deny what had happened to her before. It seemed like a dream now, but Jennifer knew it had not been a dream. She could not wake up from this nightmare.

She heard the click as Darlene hung up, and heard her roommate stand. She didn’t look, but she knew the expression that was on Darlene’s face; it was Darlene’s exasperation look, with her eyebrows jagged and her lips pursed together tightly. Jennifer had been seeing Darlene’s exasperation look quite a bit lately.

“You want to tell me what the hell is going on, Jennifer?” Darlene snapped. “I can see being startled by the phone, once, maybe twice, but EVERY FUCKING TIME? What’s gotten into you? You’re so jumpy lately… and you won’t tell me why! What’s wrong, Jennifer?”

Jennifer was silent for a moment. Once again, she was tempted to just blurt out the whole story, about Mark, about his powers, what he had done to her. And once again, she stopped herself. For one, she didn’t want to draw anyone into this beside herself. And for another…who would believe her? Jenny barely believed it herself.

“Nothing’s wrong,” she mumbled.

“What?!? The hell, nothing’s wrong! You’ve completely weirded out on me, Jen! You stay in the room all day, moping around, staring into space. You won’t answer the phone anymore, and it seems to scare you to death whenever it rings…you won’t talk to anyone, you don’t go out anymore…you can’t tell me nothing’s wrong. Give me some credit, Jennifer!”

Jennifer spoke, squeezing the pillow even tighter. “You couldn’t help anyway.”

Darlene’s voice softened, and she spoke with concern now. “Won’t you let me try, Jenny? I’m worried about you! I know somethings wrong…but you won’t tell me. C’mon…talk to me. Maybe I’ll surprise you.” Darlene’s voice hesitated, waiting, but Jennifer stayed silent. Finally, she heard Darlene sigh and move back to her desk. The scraping of Darlene’s pencil resumed.

Jennifer dropped her pillow and slipped on her slippers to walk to the bathroom. She seemed to do this a lot now, telling herself that she was leaving to give Darlene a break from her constant moping. But it was more to give herself a place to think. She would close herself in one of the stalls, and sit on the seat, hugging her legs to herself and thinking of what had happened to her.

She stared at the gray of the stall door. She had been mind-raped. This term had come to her that first day, and it had stuck in her head. Mind-rape. It wasn’t like real rape, for it offered no chance of resistance. It made her degrade herself willingly, only letting her loose to regret her actions after the fact. It seemed worse than actual rape, because in actual rape you were obviously the victim. In what Mark had done to her, her role was blurred, even to herself. She kept telling herself over and over that she could have prevented his control. She could have fought it harder than she had, and maybe opposed it. It was as much her fault for not resisting enough, and this was the worst part of it.

After That Day, she had been scared to even go to class, for fear she might see him again. She hadn’t been able to talk to Jacob since, or even his roommate Kurt, fearing what she had become in their mind’s eye. A wanton slut. That’s probably what they saw her as.

Most of all, she feared when it would end. Would she ever have her own life? Or would Mark make her his slave forever? Would she ever be free? This is what scared her most of all. That her role was set…as Mark’s slave, for all eternity.

Jenny’s butt hurt, and she realized she had been sitting in the stall for quite awhile. She stood, letting the blood circulate back into her rear end, and flushed the toilet, to make it seem like she had actually been using the bathroom.

Amy, the girl from down the hall, was brushing her teeth. “Hi, Jenny!” she grinned at the mirror, her teeth covered with suds. Jenny forced a weak smile in response, and padded back to her room.

As she walked in, Darlene was on the phone. “It’s for you, Jennifer,” Darlene said, offering the phone.

Jennifer stared at the phone. It seemed suddenly malevolent, and she pulled back from it. “Tell him I’m not home,” she whispered.

“I already said you were home.” insisted Darlene. “Come on, Jennifer. Stop acting like an idiot and take the phone.”

Jennifer reluctantly touched the phone, then hesitated, watching Darlene’s face contort in exasperation. Slowly, summoning her nerve, Jennifer let her hand wind around the handle, and lifted it to her ear.

“Hello?” she whispered weakly.

“Hello, Jennifer,” Mark’s voice said back. His voice was bright and cheery, and Jennifer almost dropped the phone in shock. But she could not. Her hand was frozen onto it.

“You…” was all she could say.

“Yes. Mark, remember? I hope you enjoyed your last lesson in obedience, Jennifer. And I hope you’ve learned from it. I don’t want to have to teach you again.”

“What do you want?” Jennifer rasped, her voice catching. Darlene looked up in concern.

“First of all, I want you to calm down. We wouldn’t want your roommate to find out about our special arrangement, now would it? After all, the deal was only for you, remember, Jenny? We never said anything about your roommate, and I would rather not have to take control of her, too. Neither of us wants me to have to do that, am I right?”

Jennifer forced her voice to be more firm. “Yes. You’re right.” With great effort and more self-control than she knew she possessed, Jennifer flashed Darlene a smile. “Chill, Darlene…everything’s fine, it’s a friend of mine from class.” Darlene smiled back, relaxed, and continued working on her math.

Mark laughed. “Very good, Jenny! I think we’ll have a good time, you and I. I suppose you’re wondering why I called. Well, I wanted to request your presence at dinner tomorrow. I’m going out to La Rochelles….it’s a snooty french restaurant…and I want you to accompany me. Shall we say, oh…sevenish?”

He actually paused, and Jennifer was swept away in the whole surrealness of the situation. He sounded like he was actually asking her on a date! Over the week since she had first seen Mark, his image had grown in her mind, until it seemed like he was the devil himself. The way he asked her out, as if she actually had a choice, took her completely aback. It was so at odds with her image of him.

“Jennifer?” he asked.

“You ask me like I actually have a choice,” she murmured, quietly enough that Darlene couldn’t hear her.

Mark’s response was cheery. “Well, you do have a choice. You can come of your own free will, or I can make you come. Not much of a choice, I admit…” he let his voice drift away.

“Well, then, I guess seven it is,” she said, her voice dripping sarcasm. She was surprised at how easy it was to talk with Mark. At how easy it was to let her anger at him overshadow her fear of him. He was a human, just like her…just with the power to control. It didn’t make him perfect; it didn’t make him any better than her.

Jenny’s intimidation started to fade.

“I’ll pick you up in front of your dorm at seven then, okay? And naturally you will dress to please me. You are a beautiful young lady, Miss Cailly. Impress me.” And before she could answer, the phone clicked, and she was left hearing the steady hum of the dial tone.

“Goodbye,” she said, to keep up appearances, and passed the phone to Darlene. Darlene looked at her with open curiosity, which Jenny studiously pretended not to notice. Finally, Darlene had to speak. “Well? Who was that?”

“A guy in one of my classes,” Jenny said vaguely.

Darlene’s face split into a grin. “Really? Is he after you?”

Jennifer suppressed her urge to shudder. Nevertheless, a shiver went down her spine. “You could say so,” she said.

“Wow! Are you after him?”

A long empty pause as Jenny tried to decide how to answer, trying to figure out how to put Darlene off without making her even more curious. Finally, the silence, seemed to answer Darlene. She held up her hand. “Oh, sorry, I know, I’m being nosy. Just don’t get a boyfriend without telling me, okay, Jen?” Jen nodded, and Darlene contentedly returned to her math.

For the rest of the evening, Jenny found she couldn’t concentrate. She kept wondering to herself what would happen the next day. What would she be forced to do? Her mind jumped from one erotic image to the next, each one more degrading than the next. Maybe he would make her strip down right there, in front of the restaurant. It was a possibility. Maybe he would make her have sex with all the men in the restaurant, one at a time, until she lay naked, sprawled on the floor as they stood around her, a toy for their amusement.

The worst part of it was that she realized some of it fascinated her. She would catch herself playing with an image in her head, over and over, replaying it and replaying it, until her vagina started to get wet. Usually then she caught herself, while her mind screamed at her to stop, to stop thinking about such things, lest it weaken her resolve against his control.

Finally, worried and confused, she fell asleep.

The next day was even worse. She tried to plunge herself into her studies, but she couldn’t concentrate on anything. Her attention span was gone and she didn’t get much of anything out of her classes. By then, her mind had moved on from imagining what he would do to her to trying to figure out a way out of his control. She spent almost two and a half hours trying to decide what to wear. If she disappointed him too much, he would get mad and make her do worse things. On the other hand, if she looked too good, he might get too turned on and again make her do worse things. All the while, she was mad that she was doting so much on him; it was far more than he deserved. Her final compromise was to wear a modest pretty green dress with a lot of underwear. She emptied out her underwear drawer, putting on anything that could go on without looking too strange. If he was going to make her disrobe, she wasn’t going to make it easy on him.

Seven o’clock started to approach, and she felt sick. Jennifer’s reflection in the mirror was beautiful, and Darlene said over and over again how gorgeous she was. Jennifer had combed her hair back and tied it with a green ribbon to match her face. On the whole, she thought she looked too good; far better than he deserved. It made her sick, that she was dressing up only to satisfy his taste for the perverse, and not just morally sick but physically sick. Unfortunately, the paleness of her skin contrasted well with the rich green of the dress and only made her look more attractive.

Finally, it came to be seven, and Jennifer composed herself and walked down to the lobby. Her fingernails were bitten down; it was a habit she had when she was nervous, and she was very nervous. Until she came downstairs and saw him waiting for her.

It had been a week, and Jennifer had almost forgotten what he looked like. Almost. As soon as she entered the lobby she saw his dark italian features and his smug grin. He was waiting near the payphones, dressed in a dark suit and tie. Jennifer would have thought he was handsome under normal circumstances, but this time she could only see him as a repulsive monster.

“Hi, Jennifer.” She froze. He walked over and took her hand. She felt faint; he radiated smug confidence, along with the subtle scent of some cologne, and when he took her hand, she did not resist. He pressed a kiss to the back of her hand, his eyes looking deep into hers, a smirk hovering on his lips. “You look gorgeous, my lovely slave Jennifer. I am very pleased. I was afraid I would have to teach you another lesson.”

She still couldn’t speak. She hadn’t really been prepared to see him again, and she was too shaken to do anything. He took her hand and led her outside to where a limo waited. The limo driver opened the door for her, and she dropped onto the seat. Mark slid in next to her, and the driver closed the door.

“You see?” smiled Mark. “Only the best for us.” The chauffeur settled in the front seat and started the engine.

“To La Rochelles, Mr. Wells,” Mark commanded, and the driver pulled away from the curb.

Jennifer finally found her voice. “Is he…he’s controlled, too?”

“Yes, he’s under my power at the moment,” said Mark. “I thought we could drive there in style.” She felt him plant a soft kiss on her cheek. She breathed in slightly, but otherwise didn’t react, kept her eyes staring forward. “Only the best for you, my slave.” He leaned forward and started making a drink from the bar.

Jennifer watched him mix the different liquors together into what looked like a martini. The seat was very soft and luxurious, but she was too tense to enjoy it. Mark took a sip, and seemed to notice this. “Hey, relax, Jennifer. You’re too tense. I don’t like to see you tense.”

His words seemed to come from a distance. “Is that an order?” she murmured.

“No, just a suggestion. You’ll have a better time if you just relax. Want something to drink?” he indicated the bar.

“I don’t drink.”

Mark smiled. “Good!” he emptied his glass, and set it on the bar. “So, how was your day?”

Jenny looked at him to see if he was serious. Once again, the whole situation was becoming surreally normal. Too much like a real date. She was almost too stunned to answer. Outside, the streetlights were slipping one by one past the car. Distantly, she heard the chauffeur put on the signal, and the limo made a left turn.

She gradually focused on Mark’s face. It was in shadows, but she could make out his grin. “How can you ask that?” she finally answered. “All day, all I could think of was this.” Her voice was frighteningly neutral to her ears. She sounded dead.

He slipped his hand back behind her head and pulled her forward. She was too numb to resist, and he brushed his lips against hers. “Good. As well it should be, slave.” She could smell the alcohol on his breath.

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