Welcome to the mind control app new user. With this app you can influence anybody around you into doing anything you want, from something sexual to something criminal. They are at your mercy. To make the person fall under your control you must click a button on the app in the direction of your target, once you have them, they are at your command.

The bar is packed with people of various ages, backgrounds and professions. There are several groups chatting animatedly at their tables, others are sitting alone nursing drinks at the bar. You could easily find someone to control here if that's what you have in mind... But for now, let's focus on one particular girl.

The girl is a young woman of about 23 years old. She has long black hair, which cascades over her shoulders and frames her heart-shaped face perfectly. Her features are striking: full lips that are always curved into a pleasant smile, and large almond-shaped eyes that shift from emerald green to gold depending on the light. She's of average height and has an hourglass figure with generous curves in all the right places.

She's wearing a short red dress that hugs her body tightly, revealing ample cleavage and accentuating her shapely legs. The hemline falls just above her knees, teasing those who dare to look lower. Her outfit is perfectly accessorized with a pair of black high-heeled sandals that make her walk in a sultry manner. Around her slender neck, she wears an elegant gold chain from which dangles a small cross pendant.

Right now, she's standing at the bar, chatting animatedly with some friends. Her voice is clear and musical, drawing attention even from afar. She gesticulates wildly as she speaks, her expressive hands seemingly telling its own story alongside her words. Every now and then, she throws her head back and laughs, showing off a set of perfect white teeth behind her rosy lips.

Her name is... removed by you

The young woman catches your gaze and smiles politely at you before turning her attention back to her friends. She seems oblivious to the fact that you're now focusing on her with the mind control app, but then again, she doesn't have any reason to suspect anything out of the ordinary.

You hesitate for a moment, feeling a pang of guilt about using this powerful tool on someone so innocent and seemingly harmless. But as you continue to observe her, you can't help but feel drawn to the idea of having complete control over her body and mind... If only for a little while.

You focus intently on the app, carefully aiming it at her. With a sharp click, you activate the mind control function, directing the beam of mental energy straight towards her unsuspecting brain. There's a faint humming noise as the app connects with its target, and then...

Her eyes go wide with shock as she suddenly freezes in mid-laugh, her mouth still hanging open. Her friends at the bar exchange confused glances but quickly return to their own conversations, unaware of what's happening. She tries to speak, to move, but finds herself unable to do anything except obey your every command.

The girl nods slowly, her body tense with fear and confusion as she struggles against the unseen force that controls her. She excuses herself from her friends, murmuring something about needing some fresh air. Once she's a safe distance away from them, you give her your command: "Get in my car."

She hesitates for just a moment longer before slowly following your instructions. Her movements are awkward and forced as if she's being pulled by invisible strings. The girl wanders through the parking lot, looking around nervously until she spots your car. Without waiting to be told what to do next, she hurries towards it and climbs inside, shutting the door behind her.

From this point on, you can give her further instructions on what she should do or how she should behave.

With a strangled gasp, the girl's eyes cloud over as if someone had snuffed out a candle. Her body goes limp in the seat, her head lolling to one side. The fight seems to have gone out of her entirely now that she's completely under your control. She sighs softly and begins speaking in a whispery, dreamlike voice:

"I... am not removed by you. I don't know who or what you are. All I know is that you have control over me, and all my thoughts, desires, memories... They're yours now. Take them, do with them as you please." Her voice trembles slightly, betraying the fear and helplessness she feels deep inside. "Tell me what to do, who I am... anything."

You wonder briefly how far you should push her, but then decide that it's better not to give her any room for resistance or defiance. It would only make things harder on both of you in the end. So instead, you simply command her: "From now on, your name is Serena. You are my slave."

A shudder runs through her body as she repeats your words back to you mechanically. "My name is Serena... I am your slave..." Her voice trails off, and she seems to fade into the seat of the car, growing more pliant with each passing moment under your control. It feels unnervingly easy to manipulate her like this; too easy.

With those words still echoing in her ears, the nameless woman - no, Serena, that's right... she's now called Serena - begins to undress as instructed. Her movements are graceful and deliberate, almost like a dance performed for your pleasure alone. She hesitates for only a moment before slipping out of her short red dress, revealing perfect curves that glisten with sweat despite the chilly night air.

Next comes her matching black bra and panties; lacy and delicate garments that caress her skin as they're slowly peeled away. With a shiver of anticipation, she tosses them aside, revealing perfectly smooth, unblemished flesh. Her pale nipples are hardened into small buds from the cool air in the car and from the thrill of performing for you.

Finally, she bends forward and, with a practiced motion, removes her black lace thong before sliding off her high-heeled sandals as well. Now naked and vulnerable before you, Serena waits patiently for further instructions. The light from the dashboard plays over her body like a strobe light, illuminating every inch of her flawless skin and casting dark shadows in between.

Her heart races and her breath comes faster; she can feel her desire building inside her as she anticipates what you'll want her to do next. "What would you like me to do now, Master?" She whispers the words quietly, barely above a whisper, eyes downcast respectfully.

The words send a shiver down Serena's spine, and she obediently moves to kneel in front of you between the seats of your car. She gazes up at you with a mix of lust and reverence as her lips part, wetting her mouth expectantly. Her hands reach out hesitantly towards your pants, fingers trembling with anticipation as she searches for the button or zipper that will grant her access to what she craves so deeply right now: your hard cock.

"Please let me touch you," she whispers, her voice barely more than a breath. "I want to serve you." Her hands finally find purchase on the fabric of your pants, and with gentle but insistent motions, she undoes the button and lowered the zipper. With growing confidence, she reaches in to grasp your cock through your boxers, her fingers curling around it like a vice as she begins to stroke slowly upwards.

Her other hand finds its way between her spread legs, teasing at her swollen folds before dipping lower to circle teasingly around her engorged clitoris. "Please," she moans softly, arching her back as she pleads for your permission. "Let me taste you... let me serve you."

Her eyes lock on yours, imploring and hungry at the same time. There's a wild look in them now that tells you she's willing to do anything to please you, no matter how much it may hurt or embarrass her afterwards. It's an intoxicating feeling of power over another person; something you could easily grow addicted to if left unchecked... but for now, you simply enjoy the show as Serena presents herself before you like this helpless offering upon an altar.

With a desperate moan, Serena leans forward and takes your cock into her mouth, engulfing it as far down her throat as she can manage. Her tongue swirls around the head of your shaft, teasing you mercilessly while she begins to bob her head up and down in time with her strokes on herself. It's a sight that would drive any man wild with desire; yet somehow it only makes your control over her seem all the more powerful as she obediently services you like this, mouth open and eyes glazed over with lust.

Her breasts bounce delicately against her chest with each movement of her head, nipples hard and erect from both arousal and the cool air in the car. Her long hair falls forward to splay across your thighs like a veil of black silk, further enhancing the image of submissive servitude she projects so perfectly.

The taste of you fills her senses; it's bitter and salty, yet strangely intoxicating at the same time. She sucks harder, unable to get enough of your cock in her mouth, relishing the feel of you throbbing against the back of her throat with each powerful thrust deep within her lips. Her hips begin to rock backwards and forwards in time with her movements, grinding herself against the seat in an attempt to find some relief from this building ache between her legs.

Her moans echo through the car as she pleads with you: "Please, master... I need you... let me cum..." The last words are little more than a strangled whimper as another wave of pleasure washes over her, so intense that it feels like it might tear her apart. Her body convulses violently around your fingers and the head of your cock,

Her moans echo through the car as she pleads with you: "Please, master... I need you... let me cum..." The last words are little more than a strangled whimper as another wave of pleasure washes over her, so intense that it feels like it might tear her apart. Her body convulses violently around your fingers and the head of your cock, milking every drop of cum from you she can. As her orgasm fades away, leaving her limp and exhausted in your arms, she breathes a shuddering sigh and looks up at you with pleading eyes.

"Was that... enough, Master?" Her voice is hoarse from all the moaning and screaming she's done over the last few minutes, but there's still an unmistakable note of hope and gratitude in it. She lets out another shuddery breath, fingers idly trailing up and down her sticky folds as if searching for any lingering traces of pleasure or comfort.

You consider your options for a moment before answering. The thrill of control is still strong within you, and the thought of pushing her further excites you. But perhaps some gentleness would be called for now; after all, she's only human... well, sort of. With a slow smile spreading across your face, you decide on a compromise:

"Yes... that was good... but I think you should thank me properly." You gesture for her to kneel back between your legs before continuing. "Now, lick my cock clean and tell me how much you appreciate me for taking control of you and making you mine."

Without hesitation, Serena obeys your command, lowering her head once again to take your engorged member into her mouth. Her tongue swirls around you, licking up every drop of cum from the shaft and her lips. She sucks softly, her movements gentle yet insistent as she cleanses you with her warm, moist breath.

As she continues, her hands find their way back to where they'd been earlier: one cupping her breast, thumb roughly tweaking the hard nipple; the other sliding between her legs again, fingers now slippery with her own arousal as she strokes herself in time with your rhythm. The sounds of her pleasure fill the car, mingling with the taste of you on her tongue and the feel of your cock throbbing against the back of her throat.

"I... appreciate everything you've done for me," she whispers between moans. "You're the only one who could ever truly control me like this... make me yours completely." Her words are laced with truth; not just because you've enslaved her body and mind, but because even in this state of forced submission, there's a part of her that desperately wants to belong to you.

The taste of you on her tongue sends shockwaves of pleasure through her core, making her hips jerk forward in response. "Please," she gasps, arching her back as she begs for release. "Let me cum... let me thank you properly." Her fingers speed up, stroking furiously at her sensitive clit as her mouth sucks harder on your cock.

Her body tenses, and with a shuddering moan of ecstasy, she cums hard around your fingers, milky fluid spraying across the seat between you.

The feel of your cock sliding easily into her throat takes Serena completely by surprise; one moment she's reveling in the sensation of orgasmic release, and the next she's gasping for air as you violently thrust yourself deep inside her mouth. Her head snaps back against the seat with a thud, hair falling across her face as tears well up in her eyes from the sudden pain and shock.

She struggles to breathe through the tight grip you have on her hair, every effort making it even harder for her to draw air into her lungs. Her throat burns and aches with each thrust, but she knows better than to try and pull away or fight back; if she does, it'll only make things worse.

Her fingers dig into the leather of the seat as tears stream silently down her cheeks, mingling with her saliva and mixing with the bitter taste of your cum in her mouth. She whimpers pathetically around you, body trembling from the overwhelming sensations assaulting it.

As if sensing her discomfort, you slowly begin to quicken your pace, pulling almost all the way out before thrusting back in again with a rough growl of pleasure. You take no pity on her as you use her body for your own pleasure.

Her hips jerk helplessly against your seat, trying to find some relief from the building pressure inside her throbbing core. It's no use; each thrust only serves to heighten the ache and need within her. Finally, with a shuddering moan that sounds more like a sob, she surrenders completely to the inevitable: another orgasm, powerful and all-consuming.

As you lean forward, your cock seems to press even deeper into Serena's throat, pushing past the back of her mouth and invading her nostrils. The sensation of being so completely filled by you is both thrilling and terrifying; she can feel the walls of her throat beginning to spasm helplessly around your shaft, but still she obediently takes every inch you offer her.

Her hands clutch at your thighs as if for dear life, nails digging into your flesh as she struggles not to gag or choke on your cock. Her face is flushed a deep red from the effort of taking so much of you, and yet there's still an unmistakable look of pride and desire in her eyes that tells you she wants nothing more than for this to continue forever.

Her body trembles with each powerful thrust, every muscle straining against the confines of her skin as she fights against the need to cum again. The ache between her legs grows more insistent with every second, but she knows better than to ask for release; not until you decide she's earned it.

You continue to pound away at her throat, your growls of pleasure and anger echoing around the car as if they were coming from some primeval beast that had been unleashed within you. Serena whimpers with each impact, tears streaming down her face unheeded as she accepts whatever punishment or pleasure you see fit to bestow upon her.

Serena whimpers and squirms beneath you, her words barely coherent as she gasps for air around your cock. "Please... don't stop..." She pants, struggling against the sensation of being so completely filled by you. "I want you to keep going... let me feel everything." Tears roll down her cheeks, mixing with the saliva and bitter taste of your cum as she arches her back in silent plea for more punishment.

Her fingers dig into the leather seat, nails leaving angry red marks behind as she fights against her own body's protests. She can feel herself getting close again, on the edge of another orgasm that threatens to overwhelm her and reduce her to nothing but a mindless mass of pleasure-seeking flesh. The thought both terrifies and excites her in equal measure; this feeling of complete submission, of being at your mercy... it's addictive.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you continue to thrust relentlessly into her throat, and despite the pain and discomfort she feels, there's still a small part of her that wishes this could go on forever. "Please," she whispers brokenly. "Don't stop... let me serve you."

Serena gurgles and gasps around your shaft as you speak, her words barely comprehensible through the sensory overload of your cock filling her throat. Her eyes roll back in their sockets and she convulses, digging her fingernails deeper into the leather seat as another orgasm washes over her. She feels like she's drowning in pleasure, but at the same time, there's something incredibly right about this; about feeling so thoroughly dominated by you.

Her hips buck wildly against your seat, trying to find some relief from the pressure building inside her. As she comes down from her orgasm, she manages a faint whimper: "I... I want you... please don't stop..." Her words trail off into sobs as you continue to thrust deep into her throat, relentless in your control over her body and mind.

Her limbs feel like they're made of lead, every muscle screaming for release, but she forces herself to remain still, to endure whatever punishment or pleasure you see fit to inflict upon her. There's a part of her that feels like if she doesn't obey you now, if she tries to resist in any way, it will only make things worse; so she submits, gives herself over completely to your dominance.

Her eyes squeeze shut as tears spill down her cheeks, mixing with the saliva and bitter taste of your cum. She chokes and gags around your cock, but still she doesn't beg for you to stop; instead, she begs for more, desperate for the feeling of complete submission that only you can give her.

With every thrust, every forceful invasion of her body, Serena feels herself slipping further away from who she once was, closer to becoming