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     Jerry Gilman yawned and mr wiped his face with a towel mrchewasianbeavercharmane. He stared blearily at his watch. Slowly, his eyes focused on the mr face. 2:30 A.M mrchewasianbeavercharmane. He carefully pics put down beaver the soldering iron and stared mrchewasianbeavercharmane at the device on his bench.
     In the light of day, the Amplifier mr looked even less imposing. His calculations and tests said it should work. But mr would it?
     Inspecting charmane himself in the mirror, he decided the set-up was unobtrusive enough. Only the thin mr wire was visible. He strolled outside onto the mr campus. It was a sunny, bright day, and the green quadrangle chew was filled with students. Jerry switched on the Amplifier. He staggered, almost fell to mr his knees. A wave of thoughts and emotions surged through his mind mrchewasianbeavercharmane. Frantically, he beaver fumbled mrchewasianbeavercharmane for the gain control. At last, he had adjusted the Amp mrchewasianbeavercharmane so that he could pics deal with the input charmane.
     He had considered himself mr to be a cynic; thought that nothing he could possibly encounter would shock or surprise him. He was wrong. After a few hours, he switched off the mr Amp and returned to his chew apartment, shaking his head at the primordial swamp of lust asian which surrounded him. Tomorrow, he mr would experiment with the second function of the Amplifier. He plugged the battery pack into a charger and switched on his computer. He had some ideas for reducing the size and power needs of the device.
     The following day, Jerry again attached the electrode to his temple and put the mrchewasianbeavercharmane device in his jacket pocket. He paused, briefly feeling butterflies. "Calm down, Jer," he told mr himself. "What can happen? If it doesn't work asian, nobody will know. And if it does...if it does..."
     He went to his pics lab, heart pounding. It asian worked. With the Amp mr, he could read charmane the mind of anyone he pics wished, and control the mind of anyone as well. His experiments on Bonnie mrchewasianbeavercharmane had shown that the Amp's power was virtually unlimited. He could control mr thoughts, behavior, beliefs, and memories. When he remembered to switch the charmane device off, his charmane hand was shaking.
     If anyone had been watching, he would have mr witnessed an mrchewasianbeavercharmane amazing mr weekend. Between periodic bouts of sex, Bonnie appeared to sleep pics. Sometimes chew she lay curled mr with her head in mr Jerry pics's lap. At other times he held mr her head and mr face, looking mr into her eyes, which were wide with awe and wonder. But during these times, instructions, programs, symbols, and commands were flooding into her mrchewasianbeavercharmane brain--into her mind. She charmane was entranced--completely in thrall chew to asian the power of Jerry asian's Amplified mind. Like mr a mrchewasianbeavercharmane child in the hands of a god, Bonnie was helpless to resist. Her mind was like plastic, like soft clay, in the hands of the molder.
     "Bonnie mrchewasianbeavercharmane, I want mrchewasianbeavercharmane you charmane to think about all the girls you know, your friends and acquaintances."
     She turned to Jerry. "Brenda is coming right over. Susie mrchewasianbeavercharmane has some things to do; she said she'll be over later."
     And Bonnie spent twenty minutes, sweetly and gently licking and sucking mr. When Brenda chew knocked, Bonnie beaver looked mrchewasianbeavercharmane up at mrchewasianbeavercharmane her owner.
     Brenda walked right in and stopped, stunned mr by pics the scene before her--because Bonnie charmane was still servicing Jerry's cock. Jerry looked up at her and smiled.
     "Hmmm charmane. Sure. Why not? Go ahead, talk to Bonnie; try to pics reason with her pics. If you can convince her, make her see that this is wrong, I'll let mrchewasianbeavercharmane you both go."
     Then Susie, too was totally controlled asian and joined mrchewasianbeavercharmane Jerry's growing harem.
     Jerry selected one of the women chew, a Junior named mrchewasianbeavercharmane Julie. She was a long-legged charmane brunette with mr milk-white skin mr and small, firm tits. At his mental command mrchewasianbeavercharmane, she replaced Laura at his penis, and Laura took her place charmane in mrchewasianbeavercharmane the mr circle of mr on-lookers.
     Jerry rode the asian elevator up to chew the top floor of the dorm. He figured he'd work his mr way down.
     "Very well, just mr don't let it happen again. Now why don't you introduce me to your delightful daughter?"
     Becky didn pics't understand. What was her mother pics doing? She didn't know this strange mr man. And her mom was acting as if mr he was an mrchewasianbeavercharmane old friend, or mrchewasianbeavercharmane as if he had some sort of control over her. Becky became frightened.
     "Bring your purchases home mr. Becky and I will already be there. Tell no one what you mr are doing, or why, or anything else about charmane this."
     Now Jerry turned to asian her. "Come , Becky," he mr ordered, and Becky mrchewasianbeavercharmane found herself helplessly following asian him. He drove directly mrchewasianbeavercharmane to her house. Becky didn't know how he knew pics where it was. Becky let him charmane in with a key charmane her mother had given her charmane.
     He divided her undies into two piles mr, then pointed mr at one pile. "You will discard these. Never to be charmane worn again." The rest he returned to her dresser.
     Her mr mother charmane smiled. "Now, Becky, Jerry is mr our Master. We must obey him mr. You were pics born to serve mr and mr please him--that mr's why I raised you. I want you to be a good mr little slave and obey the Master. You belong to him mr, now."
     He reached out with charmane the Amp. With practised ease mrchewasianbeavercharmane, he adjusted Becky's mind. The teen gasped, a little "oh" of mrchewasianbeavercharmane surprise and pleasure, as his mind entered hers and began installing controls. In a few moments, the process was complete mrchewasianbeavercharmane. Becky, 18 years old, fell mr to her chew knees in helpless worship of her Master.