April Fooled by the Eve of May
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April May
by Dennis C. Lee
Chapter One - Tramp On The Run
There was a girl running through the forest. Poor thing. She had shoes, thatwasn't the problem, although they were a pair of white four inch heels, whichcertainly made the running difficult. She had clothes, a loose grey sweat shirtcut at midriff and cutoff blue jean shorts, tailored so tight at the crotchthat even a camel would've cried for a size larger. I mean, they were comfortablefor running. But she wasn't comfortable. For one thing, she was being chased,actually hunted, and that scared her like a bunny sensing a hunter. The otherthing was her new breasts. They were more than twice the size they'd been justa month ago. They were a bulking weighty intrusion and their bouyancy, theslow heavy bounce with each leap she made, gave her a lopsided feeling, asif she might fall over whenever both tits jiggled like heavy jello toward oneside or the other.
If she cared to try, April wouldn't remember where or how she got her newimproved and enlarged udders. Her mind was fully concerned about her escape.What she didn't know was it wasn't an escape at all, her captors had allowedher to bolt out the back door of their hunting cabin after hypnotically plantingthe notion in her head that she ought to bolt. Simply put, they were huntingher for sport. The winner would take all; all that he could screw and abusefor a night in front of the cabin's fireplace. The five hunters who sharedthe cabin had rented April from her pimp who they'd met at the Pitt Stop, astrip club outside Pittsburgh where she'd been a dancer, mostly. That is, whenshe wasn't dancing Frost-T had her bringing in the cah-ching through privateand sometimes not so private sessions. April had been one of Frost-T's bestcash cows ever since he'd bought her off of JB Neuman, the hypnotist Aprilhad the misfortune of bumping into in the Pitt campus library six months ago.
Actually, it was JB who purposely bumped into her, and he had just enoughacting ability to make her think she was at fault. As her shoulder alignedwith his, the bump was unavoidable, and JB made a huge deal of dropping anarmful of papers.
"Hey, watch where you're going!"
"Ah! Excuse me... I'm so sorry," April had been appropriately confusedby the sudden collide, on top of which she'd been raised so gentiley (by anold-school Protestant family) that the manners of apology came to her automaticallywith every social surprize. One could say that at 19 she had yet to developstreet smarts, not even suspicions about the possible ulterior motives of strangers. "Areyou alright?"
"Yeah, I guess." JB housted up his bulky frame, and his belt overhis ample belly, and gave a sigh. "No harm done. How about you?"
April was kneeling picking up his strewn papers.
"Me? Oh. I'm ok. Thank you." She handed him his scribbled notes.If she'd had time to look at them closely she would have seen that JB had developedprofiles of all the newbie babes at Pitt who might be vulnerable to his mindcontrol methods. Even though he took a couple classes to justify being on campus,at 31 JB Neuman was a little old to be a student.
"You sure?" JB arched one eyebrow, projecting an intense gaze intoher green large doelike eyes. "Would you mind if I gave you a little check-upbefore you go, just to make sure?"
"Make sure of what?"
"That you haven't had a mini-seizure, or that your equilibrium has beenthrown off."
It sounded improbable to April, yet this man had the manner of an intellectual,perhaps even a doctor. He verified that he was a pre-med student, and thathis specialty was going to be neurology.
"How long will it take?" She asked.
"Three minutes, maybe less. Please, sit down." She did. "First,how do your eyes feel?" He continued gazing deep into them. His concernamused her a bit, he seemed so serious. But his attention also made her feelcomfortable and special. She was a bit introverted here at college, and eventhough she was very pretty in a girlish more than a womanly way, she'd hadfew college guys making advances toward her - they all seemed more interestedin the 'glamour pusses', the girls who dolled thamselves up more for attention.April had never been that way. She used make-up sparingly and prided herselfon a more natural look. Sadly, she found herself making few friends that way.
"My eyes are fine, I guess."
"Let's make sure. Look upward as far as you can while holding your headfaced forward."
April tried it. It wasn't hard. Just a little awkward, maybe.
"Now," JB continued, happy that his prey was innocently followingsugestions already. "Relax your eyes in that position for the count ofthree. One. Two. Three."
April was wondering what this eye test had to do with her health, but felt,well, she's come this far...
"Slowly lower your eyes now, until you are facing me."
She did, and her relaxed eyelids followed her pupils downward. Seeing thismade JB quite happy. The test proved she was a good subject for hypnosis.
"Everything seems to be ok," he said smiling. "I just wantedto test you on one more thing." JB pulled a purple stone out of his pocket.April found herself oddly fascinated by the object immediately. It was verysmooth, shiny and pretty, yet at the same time the dark purple color gave thestone an exotic look.
"What is your name?"
"April. April Simmons."
"April, I want you to imagine this stone contains the essence of yourheart, mind and soul."
"Why would you want me to do that?"
"Because your happiness and pleasure will be within whoever holds thisstone. And you deserve happiness and pleasure, April. Because you're a goodgirl."
A part of her knew what he was doing and wanted to resist. But her curiousityand his calm relaxing manner made her want to play along.
Whatever he said or did next is now a blur to her. April remembers followingJB out of the library and into a nearby apartment building. There were manystudents, mostly guys, walking through the hallway as JB escorted her to asmall bedroom with a large recliner chair, in which she was ordered to sit.Something deep within April was excited by following the fat young man's orders,knowing she was getting herself into a potentually dangerous situation.
When she now has a moment free of her intensely horny feelings, she recallsbeing spellbound by the eyes of the fat, slovenly man who held the purple stonewhich contained her soul. She recalls his voice droning on with instructionsthat went straight to the center of her brain. His voice in her brain beganto sound like her own voice; whatever he said, she would repeat in the voicedeep within.
* * * * * *
As April ran through the thick dark and damp forest, her young augmentedbreasts jostled, and so did her memory. She remembered a normal childhood ina happy family, an average schoolgirl in an average town who managed to getabove average grades so that she could get a scholarship to a great college.Had it all been a dream, or was this the dream?
One of the things she remembered was that she began to love JB. It was astrange,illogical love that was obsessive nearly to the point of insanity.Gradually her every thought had become a warm sensual glow revolving aroundthe desire to please him. The willowy, thin girl wondered how she could befalling in love with such an obese, slovenly boy, but such thoughts were fleeting.
She wrote to her mom and dad that she's found a boyfriend at school, butshe didn't go into much detail. They were happy for her. She'd been quite anintrovert throughout high school. Oh, she had a group of a few close friends,and she was very cute in a mousy way, with her light brown hair with a fewnatural highlights setting off her round soft green eyes and pert nose. Therewere quite a few guys who vied for her attention, but her late-blooming andshy personality disuaded them from following through when she seemed to lackinterest in them.
JB spent the first three hypnosis sessions with April conditioning her mindtoward warm erotic feelings of affection before he began the physical, sexualphase. It had been his experience that bitches were more obedient for the longterm if they were conditioned to think intensely of sex while at the same timebeing denied it, at least in the beginning. Later, they would be prime mentalslaves who would get hornier through humiliation.
That's how JB really liked his girls. April would be his fourth, the otherthree he'd used until he'd gotten bored with them, then he'd sold them offto pimps. He never even asked much, the top price he'd gotten for his collegegirls turned into brain-addled submissive sluts was five hundred bucks, andhe was well aware that any one of those cute babes would make their pimp atleast that much in one night. But JB never wanted to take the chance of beingbusted pimping the girls, his thrill was looking down at the pleading eyesof a gorgeous hot college slut as her lips were wrapped lovingly around hisrigid, though somewhat small, member. Before he'd mastered mind control, thegirls throughout high school had laughed at him, espescially when the jockshe was forced to take showers with in phys-ed spread it around his classeswhat a little dick he had. Walking down the hallways JB's face would turn redevery time he heard those smart-ass bitches giggle and call him bugfucker anderaserdick. That's when he determined one day he would get his revenge.
And tonight, after patiently molding April's thoughts and feelings, he wouldget his revenge on the female gender once again.
She knew he was coming over and she was all excited. She'd spent hours gettingeverything ready. A dinner that included all three of his favorite foods; pizza,burritos and hamburgers, and of course plenty of ice cream, pie and beer. Fortunately,the girl April shared the Shadyside apartment was away for a week, espesciallysince April had the urge all day to do the cooking practically in the nude;she wore only a tiny thin cotton apron, the top part of which started at hernipples (which were hard as stone all day), then fell across her front in around lacy piece that barely protected her crotch area.
Several days hence, right after one of her relaxing sessions with JB, returninghome she's walked directly to the bathroom and shaved every hair from her genitalarea, til she was as smooth as a baby's behind. She even applied baby powder,patting it in and giggling mindlessly as she lay on her bed feeling wonderfullystupid and contented, hoping JB would soon see and like her puffy bald pussy.
"Pussy." She said softly out loud. It had always seemed offensiveto call it that before, but now she liked the term. She wanted to give herpussy to JB. She wanted him to please himself with it any way he wanted.
JB was two hours late when he banged on her door. He purposely hadn't takena shower for two days. He wanted April to smell his funk, so that she'd besimultaneously repelled and turned on by it. He'd also been drinking, becausehe knew it put him in a nasty mood.
April had changed into a transparent black minidress. She opened the doorand oddly felt herself awestruck by the presence of this young man who wouldgo unnoticed by most other women. But to April he was a god who had just blessedher by his appearance in her hallway.
"Hello, Sir. Thank you for coming. I thought maybe you'd forgotten..."
"First of all, shut the fuck up. From this moment on you will only speakwhen spoken to. Got that?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Now, life that skirt and spread your legs."
She couldn't help blushing as she did, even though she was so excited thathe was seeing her pussy for the first time. JB extended one hand and felt upher smooth puffed out lips. Her eyeballs dialated and her heart palpultatedas he tickled her naturally-lubed clitoris with a stubby finger.
Suddenly, seemingly for no reason, he smacked her hard across the face, sendingher reeling to the floor. April lay stunned, feeling her left cheek swell andeye water up.
JB just stood there looking amused. He belched. "Where's the head? Idrank four beers and I gotta piss."
"Down the hallway to the left." She spoke meekly and pointed inthe direction. As she heard the flow into the toilet, she picked herself upsniffling. Had she offended him? Would he still make love to her? She worriedto the depths of her sould that she had done something wrong.
He walked into the kitchen. "I didn't flush because I want you to saveit. You got that?"
"Yes, Sir." Save it for what, she wondered? Never mind, at leasthe was staying. She set the table and put a huge slice of pizza and a beerpoured into a frosted mug in front of him. Then she sat next to him, handsunder her chin, and gazed adoringly at his face as he stuffed it with the sloppycheese/tomato sause concoction, a good third of it spewing down the sides ofhis mouth and onto his rotund chin.
"Whatcha lookin' at, bitch? Go put some music on. Make it sexy music,Prince or something phat," he bellowed. She was already up and scanningher CD collection. Thankfully, she had a copy of the Purple One's greatesthits. The thunderous opening riff of 'Peach' filled the apartment.
"Good," JB blurted between bites. "Now, get up on this tableand give me a show. Strip outa that cheap tramp dress you got on."
For a split second April felt a pang of offense to his words, yet it didn'tstop her from climbing onto the table and slowly moving her hips. She'd neverbeen much of a dancer because of her shyness, but she knew she had to pleaseher man. As she stripped, April felt a deep anxiety within herself. JB, theman she desperately wanted, had yet to touch her, except for brutally smackingher in the face. Thinking of that smack slowly made her feel sensual, and herdance became more and more hot and lewd. Hurting her was his way of showinghe liked her, she realized, and that was better than nothing.
"Faster, you dumb cunt!" JB had just chugged another beer. Shequickly discarded the dress. She danced naked, trying to show the passion shefelt for him through her movements. He stood, grabbed her arm and pulled heroff the table, making her gasp and sounding a girlish squeek.
He drew her chest to him and sucked in a nipple, squeezing the tit furtherinto his mouth with out hand and pawing a pert round asscheek with the other.And so it began.
She'd been a good girl. What was she doing? Through that night he questionwould pop into her head and just as quickly pop away. He had her kneeling infront of him sucking his cock, then licking and sucking his ballsack. He camein her mouth and told her to hold the cum in her cheek until he came back frompissing out more of the beer in her toilet. The bowl was beginning to fillso much she could smell the acrid odor from the kitchen. He returned and said, "Swallow." Shedid.
He bent her over his fat legs and spanked her hard, twenty times. Then hesaid his hand was starting to hurt and ordered her to go to the kitchen andfind something nice and hard to use as a paddle. April returned with a metalspatula. JB whipped her asscheeks furiously. When she finally began crying,he began laughing.
She'd been a good girl, so what was she doing? Next, he dragged her by thehair to the bedroom and threw her on it, her mascara-smeared eyes looked backat him pleading, pleading to please him even more. His bulky rotund weighteclipsed her frail girl's body like a watermelon on a twig. Except for hersmall feet and thin-fingered hands, one would think JB were alone in the room,humping a mattress. But he wasn't humping a mattress, he was fucking April,and ashamed as she was to be used like a dishrag, she loved it, and came andcame and came on the command of a trigger word that even she was not consciouslyaware of.
He did a few more things to her that night. Gagged her with her panties,whipped her with his belt, made her stick a carrot up her asshole, sucked hickiesall over her neck and breasts for her classmates to see the next day. And herepeated a few things too; another blowjob, another crushed fuck.
But the peas la resitance was holding her head under the beer piss in thetoilet bowl and, just when she was about to pass out, flushing it. April, herhair and face soaked and stinking, gasping, wailing, crying and then finally,as he put on his jacket and headed for the door, pleading with him not to go.
"Look at you," JB said contemptuously as he reached for the doorknob. "Youare one sick nympho slut, you know that?"
"Yes, Sir." She stammered between sobs. She'd been a good girl.What had she become?
"You will think of me continuously until you hear from me again. Youwill masturbate as often as possible thinking of me, but will not be able tocum until you hear from me again. Understand?"
"Yes, Sir."
He chuckled. "See you around, slut."
* * * * * * * *
One of the hunter's sons, a freckled redheaded lad named Billy, had Aprilin the sites of his longrange tazer, but couldn't pull the trigger, being thathe was so mezmerized by the slow motion roll of the melonous mounds on herchest. And anyway, he wanted the chase to go on longer, it was so much fun.Whether he was the one to bag the bitch or not, Billy knew the guys would lethim fuck her, os at least get a blowjob from the cute little slut. The winnermight have her all night, but the winner always shared, too. That's the waythese outings always went.
April tried to leap over a fallen treetrunk, but her high heeled shoebootsdidn't quite give her enough traction, and she found herself falling face andchest first into a puddle of mud on the trunks far side. She groaned in frustration,and as she did another memory came back to her.
* * * * * * * *
Next it was his friends. After a few weeks JB began runing out of ideas forabusing April, besides which mid-terms were coming up. April of course wasgoing to flunk out since it was impossible for her to think of anything butsex and love of the most obsessive kinds. She was an emotional wreck, and althoughJB's programming forbade her from doing anything that interfered with the ruitinesof his life (anybody else with her level of obsession would have been a full-fledgedstalker), her wounded puppy looks and fawning lovesick and begging manner wasstarting to irritate him.
So he had a few friends over one night. Five friends to be exact. It wasn'treally a party, that is; it wasn't a party until he brought April in. JB madecertain she was deeply conditioned for this new direction in her submissivetraining. He went over to her apartment an hour early and put her in the nextlevel of trance. Once under, he pulled the dark purple stone from his pocket.
"What is this, my little skank?"
"It is the stone that contains the essence of my heart, mind and soul." Hervoice was meek, little more than a whisper.
"You love and obey whoever possesses the stone. Repeat."
"I love and obey whoever possesses the stone."
"Tonight, there will be five more stones held by boys who you will obeyas you obey me. Each of them will have purple stones that also contain youressence. You will love each of them as you love me." With those wordsApril felt herself become warm and loving toward five guys who she hadn't evenmet yet, and she glowed in anticipation of giving pleasure to them, even thoughthey were strangers. "Do you understand, slut?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Now go and get dressed. Wear something slinky and put on the brightest,most whorish makeup you've got. Your 'lovers' like girls who look sexy andstupid. And you are sexy. Repeat."
"I am sexy." April felt herself get wet and felt all slinky asshe spoke.
"And you are stupid."
"And I am stupid." With these words she felt a part of her mindgo numb. There was no reason to think to much beyond the commands she was given.April felt happy being dumb.
Even JB was surprized at how easily April accepted the hypnotic commands.
A few hours later she was delivered to a house in the suburbs. She wore apink tube top and a white miniskirt, sans panties. Her face looked like somethinga silly little girl of ten would paste on to look like a doll; pink glitterylipstick, heavy mascara, long lashes, eggshell blue eyeshadow and plenty oftangerine colored blush. To the five horny guys she looked like Christmas,Easter and Halloween all rolled into one.
The guys started a game of poker, and one by one excused themselves to goto a back bedroom where they would screw April, their adoring and adorablelittle fuck doll. Most of them were pretty nice and straight about the sex,a blowjob and a missionary hump was all they needed. But one guy, Oscar, hada mean, sadistic streak. She yelled as he pulled her around the room by herhair, just warming up.
Oscar took of his pants and sat on the bed in his boxers. He'd worn themall week and they were stained from sweat and piss. He was a skinny guy witha long think cock that made a huge indentation in his shorts, the big roundknob falling below the bottom edge of the shorts.
"On your knees." He took a long drag of his cigarette. April fell,genuflecting before him. "Now suck it." She went to pull it out ofthe boxers. "No, dumbass!" He slapped her once, hard. "Suckit through my skivies. Take the shorts in your mouth and get ot all wet."
Through the fog of her induced stupidity, April managed to understand theorder. She leaned forward and put her lips to the cloth of the shorts. Theirwas a pungent odor and taste that repelled her for a moment, almost makingher want to vomit. A moment later however, the warmth for Oscar took over andshe suck his cock through the material, drolling sloppily as the texture ofcloth combined with the thick weight of the hardening rod beneath it, beganturning her on. She felt humilated and her face was flushed. How could shebe such a common piece of ass? Oh, but God she loved him - in her mind shebelieved he had her heart, mind and soul in his pocket.
As the sun came up and JB returned to collect her, April had a few physicalsuveneirs. From four of the poker boys she had a cunt and a belly full of jizz,and from Oscar she had a fat lip, black and blue marks on her nipples fromalligator clamps, and matching cigarette burns on each side of her pussy lips.And yet the girl was happy in a punchdrunk kind of way. Her brain may havebeen addled but her vagina was anything but. If she were counting, she'd hadseven orgasms that night. Even as they drove away, April leaned back againstthe passenger side seat and thought fondly, lovingly and hornily of the boyswho had just used her like a shitwipe, the new pains throughout her body awarm and pleasant reminder of a job well done, her lovers being well served.As her hypnotist drove he glanced over at the weirdly contented girl and chuckled.He'd fucked up her mind but good.
JB didn't sell April to a pimp right off. He took her down to a strip clubknow as the Pitt Stop and had her meet Abel Grantif, the head honcho. Rightaway April's thin frame and small breasts made Abel suspicious of her age.
"She's been 19 since for three months now," JB produced her driver'slicense and birth certificate, having anticipated the crude club owner's qurestion. "Andshe loves to dance. Loves swinging that cute butt of hers in men's faces," helaughed.
"That right, honey?" Abel blew smoke in April's direction.
"Yes, Sir." She smiled as sweetly as she could, bit her lower liplike a shy child and stood coyly knockkneed and pigeontoed like JB had programmedher to do for the occassion. JB had known the club owner liked girls who actedyoung and dumb. He'd even had her go easy on the makeup, as well as wear apleated short Catholic schoolgirl skirt.
"So, let's see it," Abel stretched to turn up the CD player, whichwas kicking out some phat beats by the Chemical Brothers.
Immediately April went into her sultry bump and grind, licking her lips andgyrating her ass. Somewhere deep in her head a voice murmered that she hadonce been a good girl and she was now acting like a whore, but that voice wasquickly obliterated by an overwhelming wanton desire. She was dancing for JBand his friend, and she loved JB.
Abel Grantif liked what he saw. "Now strip. Do it slow. Remember, youhave three songs onstage once an hour. You want to have your top off by theend of the first song, your bottom off by the end of the second, then collectingtips in your garter while you show everybody your pussy for the finale."
All the intricate instructions were making the newly-stupid slut dizzy, butshe tried her best to follow them because her lover was smiling, and so washis friend, so this must be important. She was up on Abel's desk by the endof the third song, wearing nothing but her white schoolgirl shoes, lace socksand the garter JB had remembered to have her wear.
This girl is good, real good, the boss thought. And she's cute too. He felta stirring in his dick, which actually wasn't all that common anymore sincehe'd seen so many girls stripping every day, he'd become jaded. He peeled offa twenty from a wad of bills he always kept nearby for show, and placed itin April's garter as she girated her engorged bald quim near his face.
"Oh, my gawd!" she gushed. "Thank you, Mr. Grantif, sir."
"My pleasure, Sweetie. Now get under the desk and suck my cock whileyour manager and I do a little negotiating."
* * * * * * * *
For the first few days, April lived in that office. Abel liked her aroundthat much. He also wanted her to get the feel of the place. She met the othergirls, who mostly treated her well, though some were suspicious and jealousof her because she was getting so much of the boss's attention.
One of the girls, who called herself Modawna, took April under her wing to'show her the ropes', so to speak. Modawna was a beautiful black girl who hadlike April been a student at Pitt until she met JB Neuman. Neither of the girlswere aware conscously that they were victims of mind control training, theblack girl even told April that she had been intensely in love with JB.
"But now," a huge bright smile crossed Modawna's face, "Ifound the true man of my dreams. I am deeply in love with Frost-T, my personalmanager." April was curious about this, because she couldn't imagine fallingout of love with her wonderful JB.
Madawna showed the new girl around the various sections of the premises.There was the stage, the bar, the front audience seats, the sidewall audiencebooths that the girls called 'the blowjob seats' because they were equipt withpillow padding on the floor for the girl's knees as they knelt to suck thedicks as the customers relaxed and watched the show. It was all for an extracost, of course. There were also five small cubicles behind the stage equiptwith small beds and sex toys for the johns who wanted straight fucking, assfucking, or perhaps something a bit rougher involving bondage, spanking orwhipping. On the weekends the sex rooms were very busy, and sometimes evenhad lines outside the doors, so that Abel had to impose a twenty minute limiton the room activity. There was even a seperate little bathtub room for customerswho wanted to piss on a girl. It was all for an extra price, and there werequite a few wealthy gentlemen who paid a very expensive yearly membership feeto be allowed total access of the facilities and the strippers. These memberscould also, for a seperate fee, take a girl home for a night. Occassionallya girl wouldn't come back from such nights, and the rumor among the stripperswould be that she had been bought as a sex slave.
By Thursday Abel felt it was time April start dancing. He thought he wasclever in inventing a stage name for her, 'April May', which he posted at thebottom of the list of strippers on the poster outside the club.
That night before getting dressed JB held her face in his hands, gazed deepinto her eyes and said her secret trigger word. The next thing April knew,she was in front of a room full of men, swaying her booty as she sassily saunteredacross the stage, dressed in a sheer pink thin-strapped top and a pretty pinkthong hiked above a shiny black micromini skirt. A packed crowd of randy maleswere hooting and hollering for the new girl.
"Give it up, guys!" the MC's voice had boomed over the heavy trip-hopmusic, "for our first-time hottie, sweet little APRIL MAY!" The rauchouscheering that followed made April feel happy and horny, and she smiled brightlyas she sashayed down the runway toward the poll. She loved these guys, eachand every one of them, and she was going to give them a great sexy show.
to be continued; Chapter Two - April meets Frost-T the ho man
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