Mind Controlled Janice Pt. 107 - Sex Stories

Mind Controlled Janice Pt. 107

The music was playing loudly Janice on stage twirled around, her fingers began to unbutton her blouse. To the audience she seemed to be enjoying herself. Janice was shy about showing her body and her mind was hating this she was so embarrassed and angry what ever they had done to her she had no control of her body her mind was just a spectator to its actions. Internally she was fighting to make her fingers stop unfastening the buttons but it was no use the last button was undone and her blouse open showing her black bra to the watching crowd.

The day had started like the previous few days. Janice was quietly singing to herself totally unaware of everything that had happened to her over the last few days. She was happy someone and she could not remember who had told her that to day was going to be a big day.

David her son left the house and she was about to lock the door as she usually did but something told her to leave it unlocked. She walked through into the front room and stopped, she could not move, Janice tried to pick her feet up she could not, how ever hard she tried she was frozen still like a statue.

Suddenly memories of the previous three days came flooding back, she remembered what Ginger had made her do and join in. She had walked naked down her street and he had buggered that really made her shudder.

She tried to move desperate to get away but she really was stuck. She knew Ginger was coming and he had promised something special, she shuddered to ...

... think about what he had in mind for her today. She heard the front door open, Janice tried to scream but not a sound came out.

Ginger walked into the room, he smiled, “undress, fully.”

Janice’s body complied her hands pulled her t-shirt over her head, unclasped her bra and they both garments dropped to the floor. Her jeans came off next and then her knickers, she stood before him naked. All the time she was undressing Janice’s mind was fighting her body trying to get it to stop.

Her mind was just an audience to what her body was doing. It followed Ginger’s wishes not hers.

Ginger pulled some clothes out of a bag gave them to Janice with the order put them on.

There was a black thong with matching black bra, tight black skirt, black blouse, black hold up stockings and black slip on shoes.

Janice dressed squeezing into the tight skirt with difficulty.

“Come on,” said Ginger leaving the house, Janice followed him. There was a black car parked outside the house, they climbed in and Ginger drove quickly off.

They drove for a few minutes to the outskirts of Bradford. Ginger turned the car down a narrow road and stopped outside what seemed to be a dilapidated old mill.

“Follow me.”

Janice noticed there were a number of cars parked outside the building as they walked up to an old blue door with peeling paint.

Ginger took them through the door, they were in a short corridor. Janice was surprised there were three burly men stood in the corridor, they looked ...