ULTIMATE CONTROL 3: A New Control
By Elrohir, Elrohir57@gmail.com



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

He remained quiet on the cab ride home while the driver recounted his own
story of his encounter with the mysterious woman visitor he'd brought back to
the hotel from the club. In mere seconds, he said, she had dazzled him,
aroused him and bent him to her will, used him for her own purposes, then with
a single touch overwhelmed him with a painfully intense orgasm that left him
spent, bewildered, stained, and semi-comatose. "It was terrifying the way she
took complete control of me," he mused, "but it was a hell of a ride, too!" He
shuddered thinking about it.

"I know what you mean" he said tiredly. He then related to the driver his own
experience with the woman, who had made him leave his post at the front desk
of the hotel and come to her room, for which he would almost surely be fired.
She had then sexually used and abused him for her own enjoyment, somehow
making it impossible for him to climax until she told him to do so. She had
watched his agonized face with amusement while she tortured him with ever
higher levels of sexual tension, screaming for release but finding none, until
his body finally physically collapsed even though his cock remained steel-hard
and quaking with unreleased tension. She'd left him lying there in that state
briefly while she obtained his phone and dialed his wife, then made her listen
while the she finally drove him over the edge and made him cum harder and
longer than he'd ever done before. Completely spent, he'd immediately fallen
asleep, but he had dim recollections from during his slumber of the woman
talking to his wife about him, and giving her instructions of some sort ... .
He was on the way home now to face the music, if indeed his wife was still
there.

The cab driver shut off the meter after he'd heard the story, dropping him off
with a "Good luck, brother!" The driver refused to take any cash from him,
saying he'd given one freebie tonight already, what was one more, and besides,
you might need the money for a hotel room! He let himself in with his key, and
he was shocked to find her standing there waiting for him, dressed in only the
white camisole and panties she normally wore to bed, her angelic blue eyes,
short blonde hair, petite body and pert little breasts reminding him just how
beautiful she was. He started to stammer a tearful apology but she placed a
finger to his lips and shushed him.

"It's not your fault" she whispered soothingly, "she was too much woman for
you to resist. I could tell that from talking to her on the phone." She buried
her face in his chest and seemed about to burst into tears, when suddenly she
detected the scent of the woman's juices on his suit jacket ... . She looked
up at him, grabbed his lapels and pulled him down to kiss her deeply for a
long time. Eventually she released his lips but kept hold of his lapels while
she nuzzled his cheek. "Mmm, her scent is all over you ... " she mumbled
lustily; this was definitely not the reaction he had anticipated. She licked
the side of his face and then pulled him back in for another passionate kiss,
in the midst of which she undid his belt and trousers without looking, then
released his lapels and dropped to her knees, yanking down his underwear to
free up his now super-hardened cock. She looked up, stared intently into his
eyes and said "YOU WILL NOT COME UNTIL I TELL YOU." He felt himself falling
into her eyes even as a tiny little voice in the back of his mind screamed NO!
NOT AGAIN! His mind drifted and was blank as he became fixed solely on her
eyes, which seemed to have taken on a brilliant new luster, an intense blue
fire. They flashed even brighter when she firmly took control of his attention
and said "Now what did I just say?"

"I will not come," he said distractedly. She leaned forward and licked the
mystery woman's dried juices from his belly; his cock was too massive to take
in all at once even if she deep-throated it, so she began licking around its
base, ingesting all of the delicious crystalline residue she could find there.
Then she went down on him in earnest, sucking hard on his member so as to
obtain every bit of what the woman had left behind. It had a strange,
delicious taste that made her tongue and throat tingle, the sensation of which
was so strong she barely noticed her husband moaning in ecstasy as she worked
her tongue around his member to get every last bit of the wondrous stuff.

The tingling quickly spread through her, giving her a head rush. There seemed
to be something changing in her brain, new pathways forming, synapses rewiring
themselves into stronger, more robust connections. She felt more alive, more
self aware, more mentally powerful. She looked up and drew his gaze to hers:
he looked into her eyes and again saw a fire in them he had never seen before.
Her eyes were even more beautiful than they had been, immensely more
beautiful, but also terrifying in their intensity. Her eyes bored into him,
exposing his deepest innermost self as she continued sucking hard on his cock,
driving him to distraction as she greedily got what she wanted. When she felt
she'd obtained all the intoxicating residue she could, she stared even deeper
into him, causing him to shiver with sexual excitement as well as fear.
Suddenly she formed the thought in his mind-- "Come."

"OH! OOOOOOH! OOOOOOH! OOOOOH! OOOoooh ... " he moaned and moaned as his cock
exploded, his cries dying away as his body seized up with the spasms of an
orgasm even more intense than the one the mystery woman had forced out of him
earlier. Unable to make another sound, he was shaking uncontrollably with the
contractions of his release. With some difficulty she completely sealed her
small mouth around his erupting member and swallowed mightily again and again,
hungrily taking in all he had to give. She continued to suck, continuing his
orgasm even after he'd spewed his very last drops of fluid. He became alarmed
to find something more than fluid going out of him, as if his very essence was
being sucked out, draining him totally until he became so woozy and weak he
was about to lose consciousness. When at last she released her lip lock on his
member, and when the electric pleasure suddenly ceased he abruptly stopped
shaking and fell to his hands and knees beside her, disoriented and swooning.

She kissed the top of his head and stood up. "Sorry I took so much of you,
honey, but I needed a good start to my metamorphosis. Let's get you into bed
so you can get some rest." She stood beside him and raised him to his feet,
seemingly with little effort. She drew his right arm across her shoulders and
held it with her right hand while reaching around his back with her left arm
to hold him up. He thought he must be delirious, as she seemed to carry him
without any help from him, his feet hardly even touching the floor. She
lowered him gently into the bed. "I'll get you some of my women's iron pills.
They should make you feel better, after a while ... ." She paused by the
full-length mirror in the hall: it was amazing""she could see it happening
before her very eyes. Her abs were tightening, her arms, legs, and glutes were
expanding and toning themselves, and what little fat she had in her belly,
butt, and legs was migrating to her breasts, which had expanded at least one
cup size already. It was hard to tell for sure, but she even felt a little
taller.

She returned to the bedroom with her ladies' iron supplements and a glass of
water, lifted him to a sitting position and helped him wash them down. He was
bleary-eyed, but he could see that she had put on a pair of tight white pants
and a flimsy white see-thru jacket over her camisole, which did not hide the
(whoa!) breasts it was trying to contain. Her tanned midriff with her
exquisite little belly button was exposed. At the sight of this angel who had
suddenly become a goddess, he wanted her despite the fact he could hardly
move; his manhood tried to stir despite its depleted condition. "W-Where are
you going?" he croaked plaintively, unable to raise his voice above a whisper.

"I'm just going out for a few hours to get the rest of what I need to complete
the change. Don't worry, honey." She smiled down at him. "I won't be long. You
just rest, now."

"B-BUT ... " he tried to sit up, but failed.

"SHHH!" She stared into his eyes. "YOU WILL NOT COME UNTIL I TELL YOU. Now
SLEEP." His eyes widened and became unfocused, then closed. He fell back and
instantly went to sleep.

... She parked near the club and walked to the head of the long line of
patrons waiting to get inside. She smiled at the mountainous bouncer there,
who pointedly ignored her. She took hold of his arm and spun him to face her,
her iron grip crushing his bicep. "Ow!" he cried, and glared down at her with
menace, until he saw her eyes. They seemed to have a fiery blue angelic light
in them that warmed his insides, and the sight of her body in the split second
before her eyes took hold of him had warmed another part of him as well.

"Hi!" she beamed. "I'm just going inside to look for my friend. It shouldn't
take more than a few minutes. I'll come right back out."

He was lost in her eyes and seemed unaware of anything else. He'd barely heard
anything she just said. She had to crush his bicep again to bring him back to
reality. He startled, then smiled and said "Sure! Right this way ... ." He
pulled back the velvet rope and allowed her to guide him to the front door,
which he opened for her. As they stood in the entrance vestibule, she reached
up behind his neck and pulled his face down to hers.

"Thanks, baby! Now open your mouth." He did so without question. She spat into
his mouth, and he swallowed the spittle without thinking. "You belong to me
now. I may come back for you later tonight, or even months from now, and you
will still be mine, is that clear?"

"Yes, ma'am" he said dutifully.

"You are dying to look at my breasts ... you may now do so." He stared down
her top with fiery lust in his eye as his pants strained to contain the giant
bulge growing within them. She laughed and reached down, running the tip of
her finger along his trouser mound from bottom to top.

"UUUUUUUUH!" he groaned as cum exploded from his cock into his pants and his
knees buckled. He sank to the floor before her as he continued uncontrollably
pumping out his load. She smiled and walked into the main room of the club,
almost immediately spotting the one she needed. He was at the bar hitting on a
young woman who was openly admiring his body: a 6 foot tall body builder's
physique in tight tan dress pants and a red polo shirt, the sleeves of which
had been tailored to make his arms look even bigger. She lithely glided
alongside her prey ... .

"Beats anything I've ever seen" said the patrolman to the detective, as they
watched the paramedics remove the man from his Mercedes AMG and load him onto
a stretcher. "The bouncers found him when they were clearing the lot at
closing time. He's alive, but apparently in some sort of catatonic state ...
creepy how his eyes are open like that. He seems like such a big, healthy
specimen to be so pale and ashen-looking. The medics said the closest thing to
this they've seen was a case of severe anemia." He'd been found with his pants
down, and the ambulance crew loaded him in the bus that way since they were
going to cut his clothes off anyway. The detective looked at the man's crotch
and saw what appeared to be a worm attached to two marbles.

"Geez! Do steroids shrink your willy like that?"

"Not according to the EMT's ... . Witnesses in the bar said this hot, I mean
HOT, muscle chick came in and got between him and the girl he was talking to.
She whispered something into his ear while squeezing one of his pecs, and
BOOM, he follows her out here. The girl began to protest, but the babe turned
and blew her a kiss as they were leaving like she could give a shit what
anyone thought about it. I asked the bouncer outside if he saw anything, but
he said that on her way in the hottie made him jizz his pants, so he was in
the restroom getting cleaned up. Some femme fatale, huh?"

"Mr. Patrolman, you are showing signs of eloquence" grinned the detective. "If
I get the picture you're paintin' me, we have here some sort of hot--sorry,
HOT, female muscle babe who is a vampire sucking the life out of men three
times her size. That about it?"

"Bingo!" chuckled the patrolman. They both shook their heads as the ambulance
pulled away, each one hoping the other didn't notice the growing bulge in his
pants.