You jolt forwards, nearly hitting your head on the computer monitor. Before you can process what's happened, you straighten up without meaning to and a femine hand brushes a mess of brunette hair out of your face.
"What the fuck??" You feel yourself say. With no input from you, your head turns and you're forced to look around behind you. "Sam? This isn't funny asshole!"
Turning back to the computer, Ellie starts typing again as you're forced to watch. She's texting her group about how she watched you get destroyed in dodgeball this morning.
"Jesus you really are a bitch Ellie" you say, surprised that you hear her voice say the words. Your whole body stiffens and you feel your eyes go wide as a hand gets clamped over your mouth. Ellie laughs nervously.
"Ok.. that was weird... I must be tired" she mutters to herself, leaving the group chat and turning to head out of her bedroom to get a glass of water. You can read her thoughts. Oh this is going to be fun.
When she's halfway across the room you take control of her legs, making her stumble and nearly fall.
"What the hell is going on?? Help- MFMM?!" You cut her short by clamping her left hand over her mouth, stopping her from calling for help.
You're getting better at this control thing. She wriggles her torso, trying to make her disobedient legs move but you're not moving an inch. Her facial expression of fear turns to terror as you take her right hand up to her left breast and give it a firm squeeze. She tries to say something else but you make her left hand pinch her cheek hard.
"Seems like you're not the one in control anymore slut" You say smugly with her voice, forcing her facial expression to contempt.
The immense burst of fear you feel was enough to make you lose control over her body as she panics and runs back to the door, trying to get help. You stop her again, locking her legs, this time making her fall onto her hands and knees where you take control again.
"Look! I don't know who you are but I have money! If you stop whatever this is I'll twerk my sexy little ass like a pornstar for anybody you want daddy, oooohh look at that thing jiggle!" You take control of her mouth half way through her sentence and make her terrified begging into a slutty flirt. You force her to twerk on her hands and knees, her ass bouncing as you get the hang of it.
You can feel her trying to fight back in your mind but you've got this control buisness figured out, she isn't getting her body back unless you let her.
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