Ultimate Control 4: Control Corrupts
By Elrohir, Elrohir57@gmail.com



She celebrates her new, powerful self ... too much.

(This is yet another tribute/sequel to McInvictus' Ultimate Control, found in
volume #30 of Miscellaneous Stories. Ultimate Control 2 & Ultimate Control 3
are in volume #33.)

As she drove out of the parking lot of the club she could already feel the
power she had forcibly taken from her arrogant, macho bodybuilder victim
coursing through her. When she'd found him, he had been crudely hitting on a
little hottie at the bar. He had little in the way of finesse, relying mostly
on his winning smile and magnificent physique, car and money to do the
persuading for him, sometimes using his considerable strength to seal the deal
if his little quarries ever tried to back out, later buying them off with
extravagant gifts in order placate their feelings of victimization and/or to
avoid a criminal charge himself. She had slipped up on his blind side and
suddenly insinuated herself between the predator and his almost-willing prey.
The Big Man immediately began taking in this gorgeous new interloper dressed
in skin-tight white pants and a white camisole covered with a little see-thru
jacket. He marveled at her brick shithouse body, muscular but with an
incredibly large (and apparently NATURAL) rack that defied gravity and was
barely contained by the camisole. Her relatively small waist was exposed,
revealing a tanned set of six-pack abs and an exquisite belly button where he
was aching to place a jeweled ring. Her short blonde hair only served to
accent her bodacious body, and it lightly framed her beautiful face and
piercing eyes. Oh, those eyes! He couldn't turn away from them even to finish
admiring her body; they held him frozen like a tractor beam.

"Hey!" squawked the pretty little thing he'd already forgotten. She turned her
head and glared into the girl's eyes. "Go play somewhere else, child." The
girl turned red with anger but wilted under the woman's gaze, turning back to
her drink on the bar. The woman turned back to the object of her seduction to
find him again ogling her, mesmerized by her now-cavernous cleavage, much of
which she had obtained earlier that evening at her husband's expense. She
looked up into his eyes and squeezed his massive pecs as she said "My, what
big muscles you have!" The better to fuck you with, he thought in reply, but
did not say it. She laughed, knowing he was thinking what he wanted to say and
seeing him struggle to keep himself from saying it, like she even really cared
about anything he said. Instead of the obvious comment he muttered something
approaching a thank you, but it was hard for him to concentrate because her
fiercely glowing blue eyes were piercing him, baring the small, vulnerable
little self inside his massive body. He felt like a small child caught with
his hand in the cookie jar, exposed for what he was and afraid of what she was
about to do to him, and powerless to do anything about it. An instant later,
though, she broke the connection, and with a sigh of relief he became his old,
arrogant self again. He told her he had the kind of body that a woman with her
kind of body could really enjoy.

"Oh, you have no idea how much I'm going to enjoy it." She grinned at him
seductively, and it lit a bonfire inside him. She winked. "How about we talk
in your car?" He replied by sliding off the barstool and taking up her arm to
guide her out the door. He was amazed at the iron musculature of her bicep
under his hand when she reflexively pumped it, forcing his hand open. He began
to wonder if he knew what he was getting himself into. ... She looked over at
the pretty little thing, who was watching their every move as they got up to
leave. She licked her lips seductively and blew the girl a kiss. The girl
shuddered, and a little moan escaped her as she looked on in both fear AND
arousal, finding herself wondering what it would be like to be forcibly taken
by such a terrible, beautiful woman. She could not help but watch the woman's
lithe, powerful grace as she deftly guided her prey toward the door while
still making him feel like he was the one in charge.

He opened the passenger door for her and then walked around and slid into the
driver's seat. "Where to?" he said with a grin. "Your place, or mine?"

"Nowhere, just yet," she smiled, pulling his face to hers and kissing him
deeply. The fire inside him became white hot, and his throbbing member fought
to break through the thin fabric of his tight slacks. She looked down with
obvious hunger. "I want to check out the goods first, but don't worry, you'll
enjoy the inspection." Damn, he thought, this girl knew what she wanted! He
had no idea ... . She reclined his seat and undid his pants, only to find he
was going commando! No surprise there, she mused, wouldn't want any underwear
to keep his gift to women hidden, would he? She freed up his meat and saw that
it was good-sized but not nearly as massive as her husband's. No matter; she
went down on him with gusto, relying more on enthusiasm than technique since
she was only going to keep it going long enough to get what she wanted.

"Oh, oh baby, that's sooo goooood" he moaned softly as he grabbed the back of
her hair and moved her head up and down, believing he was asserting control.
This is getting annoying, she thought. Not that she liked him to start with,
but now she was beginning to downright loathe him. She resolved to take
absolutely everything he had, just short of killing him. Mercifully for her,
his member soon achieved its maximum length and hardness, his pre-cum began to
flow, and his balls appeared just about ready to dump. It wasn't a moment too
soon.

She concentrated and blasted the command into his mind: "COME! COME NOW, AND
KEEP COMING UNTIL I MAKE YOU STOP."

"AAAAAAGH!!! AAAAAAAGH!!! AAAAAAGH!!!" he cried, so loudly that some of the
patrons waiting in line at the club's front door heard it, albeit faintly.
They were going to ask the outside bouncer to check it out, but he was not at
his post""she had sexually worked him over just minutes earlier, and he was
still in the restroom, embarrassedly cleaning himself up. She mightily
vacuumed out each gushing surge, draining him completely after the second or
third contraction, but still he quaked as his cock dry-heaved repeatedly, a
feeling almost more intense than the actual climax itself. It went on long
after his member was completely drained, and still something else began to
flow out of him. He moaned and moaned, shaking as his very essence was leaving
him. It was almost as if his SOUL was being drained away. He tried to resist
but was too weak, the draining having overwhelmed his body so much that he
could hardly even move his fingers. He was going, going away, and he knew it,
and there was nothing he could do about it. Every bit of his strength, power,
and drive was gone, and his consciousness began to fade. His eyes became fixed
and unseeing as his brain stopped receiving their input. Soon, he could not
even feel himself, and then he was gone.

Well, almost""at the last second she felt him becoming an empty shell, she
silently commanded "STOP!" He was no longer draining away now, but he had
stopped breathing. She grabbed the back of his hair and tilted his head back
and pried open his mouth. She dribbled a long string of spittle into his
mouth, then closed it and stroked his throat with her hand to make him
swallow. Suddenly he coughed and began breathing on his own, although he was
still unconscious, his eyes staring into space. Her own life-giving essence
had revived him as well as cemented her power over him. She really did not
care to ever see him again, but she knew he might prove useful someday, for
his money if nothing else. "You belong to me now," she whispered in his ear.
"You will always remember me: my voice, my smell, and the memory of what I did
to you, and what I could've done, but spared you instead. If questioned,
however, you will be unable to describe me, or what happened to you. Listen
carefully: YOU WILL NOT COME UNTIL I TELL YOU ... EVER." With that she climbed
out of his car and walked away. She slightly regretted that last command, a
curse that would ruin his pleasure for years to come. She should have been
satisfied that he would probably be in hospital for weeks recovering, but she
was consumed by her dislike for him, which was in turn fueled by her own
growing power.

As she drove her car out of the club parking lot, she began to feel a mighty
thirst, a need for hydration to cool her hyper-metabolizing body as it
continued to reshape itself. She stopped at a nearby convenience store and
went straight to the Gatorade cooler. She opened a one liter container, tipped
it up and drained it in seconds, then opened another one and nearly inhaled
it. She carried the two empty bottles to the checkout counter and told the
middle-aged woman behind the glass, "I really don't need to pay for these, do
I?" as she gazed into the clerk's eyes.

"No, of course not" said the clerk distractedly. "Just leave the bottles and
I'll clean up later."

"Good! Thank you" she said sweetly. She gave the clerk a lascivious look,
licked her lips and blew a kiss in the direction of the clerk's crotch. Her
clitoris began to vibrate with an intensity she had not felt since before her
husband died several years before. The clerk's knees wobbled and she had to
hold onto the counter to keep from falling until after the vibrations
subsided, when she had to sit down to regain her composure. By then, the
mysterious blonde was gone.

She could feel her body growing even bigger and stronger with the massive
amount of essence she had taken from the big man, and she could feel her mind
expanding as well, her perception and ability to react quickly increasing
exponentially. As she drove down the freeway toward home, she roared like a
lioness with exhilaration, and pumped her hands against the steering wheel to
feel the power in her arms. She was shocked when the wheel gave way and bent
forward; she roared again with delight at the realization of just how strong
she was becoming. She pushed her little compact car to its limits, speeding up
her judgment so she could whip in and out between the cars and trucks around
her, often with only inches to spare. Soon the little car's engine screamed as
she reached almost 100 mph. This will never do, she thought; she was going to
need a car that could match her abilities, if such a vehicle even existed.
Soon, however, her reverie was interrupted when she saw red and blue lights
winking far behind her. Within a few seconds she formulated her plan to deal
with them.

She really wanted to play a little vehicular cat-and-mouse, but she knew that
a protracted chase would bring in tens of cops, which would be inconvenient to
say the least. She swerved past the front of a big truck, eliciting several
angry air horn blasts, and slid to a stop off the right side of the Interstate
highway, angling her car so that the license plate could not be seen directly
from the rear. She jumped out of the car and leaned against it, sing-songing
her best drunken "Okay copper, ya got me!" impression as the cruiser pulled
up. The long, lean young trooper leaped from the cruiser with no time to put
on his hat. He immediately recognized the woman's description from an earlier
broadcast by the city police regarding a suspect in a bizarre assault
incident, although there were some discrepancies. The broadcast listed a
short-haired blonde about 5'2" tall, weighing 115 pounds, and this woman was
clearly about 5'11" and must have been upwards of 150 pounds, although with
the dense musculature he could see she likely would weigh 175 or more. Geez!
Her bodacious breasts alone must weigh at least 40 pounds, he thought. He was
losing focus ... he startled and drew his pistol, ordering her to her knees.
"Anything you say, cutie!" she laughed as she drunkenly fell to her knees with
a lurch. She was only half acting: his long, lean appearance reminded her of
her husband, making her ponder whether he might be just as well-hung. He
stepped behind her and put her wrists in handcuffs"" she could feel that they
were the new hinged type cuffs instead of the older ones with a chain in the
middle, which was perfect for her purposes, she thought. She looked up
plaintively, pleadingly, staring deep into his eyes. "You have me in custody
and don't need any assistance."

He keyed the shoulder mike on his radio and calmly said "432, suspect in
custody. No assistance needed."

"432, clear, transport the suspect to city police HQ for a detective
interview." replied the dispatcher.

He walked her toward the back door of the cruiser. She hoped she had not
underestimated her new strength as she twisted the cuffs in different
directions, which hurt like hell, but her arms were now like velvet-covered
iron. She quietly kept twisting, feeling the tempered steel deforming until
the ratchet hinge popped. She had twisted the cuff frame just enough to
separate the two halves that held the ratchet in place with a solid pin. The
gap was now wide enough that just a little more pressure would pop the ratchet
out of the frame, freeing her wrists. They reached the back door of the
cruiser; he opened it and she tried to slide in, but her cuffs caught on the
shoulder belt of the seat, leaving her with one foot in the car and the other
outside on the ground. "Trooper," she slurred, "I seem to be stuck. Would you
be a dear and free the seat belt for me?" Seeing the problem, he reached
behind her to pull the belt out. She light-speeded her perception so that
everything appeared to go in slow motion, allowing her to make lightning-quick
moves with pinpoint precision: She whirled to face him and lashed out with her
foot, intentionally only just barely contacting his balls. He leaned forward
and moved his crotch back to avoid the blow, as she had intended. She snaked
her now long and massive legs around his upper body and pulled him into the
car while simultaneously snapping her cuffs off. He put his arms forward to
try to push back, but she grabbed both his wrists with her now-free hands and
continued pulling, bringing him in on top of her.

To his credit, he did not panic, but she could feel his intense fear and anger
as he struggled in vain to escape, and it aroused her immensely. With his arms
and body immobilized, he tried several times to knee the common peroneal
nerves in her thighs, but they were protected by layers of solid muscle he
could not penetrate. He struggled to get his legs in a position where he could
push away from her, but she now had him stretched out so that his legs were
almost completely extended. Slowly, inexorably, she drew him forward, until
his face was only inches from hers. He was sweating with exertion while she
was cooler than a cucumber, holding him in check with only modest effort.
Pondering whether to crush him, she held him completely still there for a few
moments, enjoying the fear in his eyes that betrayed his realization that he
was helpless and completely at her mercy. Her newfound power was tempting her
to do things she never would have contemplated before, bad things. Pushing
away her most evil desires, she ever so slowly moved him, millimeter by
millimeter, closer and closer to her until their noses touched. She suddenly
angled her head and aggressively kissed him full on the mouth. He put up a
token resistance but succumbed almost immediately, accepting her invading
tongue like a vanquished defender surrendering to a marauding horde that had
broken through his fortress wall. Her tongue had her way with his, and she
could feel him being subjugated, bonding to her completely. Despite her having
conquered him so easily, she felt a deep well of youthful fire and courage in
this one, and it was tempered with a maturity that belied his age. She would
have loved to tap into that, but she couldn't risk becoming any bigger than
she was now: She didn't want to stand out in a crowd any more than she did
already.

She continued kissing him passionately for some time, until she finally felt
she could not put off the inevitable any longer. He was completely docile now,
not reacting at all when she released his left hand and reached down to caress
the humongous bulge there, which was so impressive she felt it might give even
her husband's incomparable love wand a run for its money. She looked lovingly
into his eyes and touched it once more, lightly, rocking him with an
earthshaking cum explosion, after which he fell into an exhausted sleep. She
rolled him onto his back and placed him on the seat, put the windows down a
bit and turned off the car's lights and engine, then closed and locked the
doors and walked back to her car.

On the drive home, for some time she wrestled emotionally with what do with
her husband, even though the supercomputer side of her had immediately come to
a conclusion. For his sake, she could not stay with him. She was too much
woman now to be happy working at home the rest of her life, even though she
supposed she could be a housewife by day and some kind of superhero at night.
No, that wouldn't be fair to him. She had been given this physical and
intellectual power for some reason, and until she found out what that reason
was she could never give him the love and attention he deserved, especially
since so much of her power was sexual in nature. She might have to do things
to and with other people that might destroy his fragile male pride.

She slipped quietly into the house, but found him awake in the bed watching
TV. He appeared to be almost fully recovered from the draining she'd given him
that morning. He gasped when he saw her. Her face was much the same, but her
body had been transformed into something he barely recognized, although he
liked, no, he craved what he saw. She giggled when she saw the tent rising in
the midst of the bed covers. She pulled back the sheets to admire the monster
waving at her in greeting. She ripped off her clothes (they were about to
shred, anyway) and mounted him without saying a word. She rode him long and
hard, the old fashioned way. Where previously they had to be gentle with each
other so his massive man meat did not injure her tiny vagina or vice versa,
her new physique was more suited to rough-riding his spirited baloney pony.
She let his free will reign, and after she'd pounded him inside her
mercilessly for quite a long time without pause he let go with a glorious
release, his ecstatic cries every bit as voluminous as when she had controlled
him earlier. As he faded, she bent down and kissed him lightly until he fell
asleep. She left him to doze while she showered and packed. She left a long
note telling him how much she loved him, but also explaining what she must do.

She checked into a small hotel in a town about 150 miles away. Her first task
tomorrow would be to obtain a better-fitting wardrobe, and then she would need
a vehicle more suitable to her talents. After speed-reading several car
magazines she settled on a Nissan GTR: a somewhat unusual supercar, perhaps,
but it was not flashy and was relatively inexpensive, although that was not a
deciding factor. She would just have to find the right dealership owner upon
which to use her talents ... .