He shut everything down fucking and went to machines his apartment to crash machine. He slept for 48 milf hours straight milffuckingatfuckingmachines, then returned to the lab.

In the light of day, the Amplifier looked even less female fucking machine imposing milf. His calculations and tests fucking said it should work. But would female fucking machine it?

He explored the gain and other milf controls. He female discovered that female fucking machine he could control the range of the milffuckingatfuckingmachines Amp, from a few feet to hundreds of yards. As a mere novice, he decided to milf keep the range short for now.

His first fucking subject at had been selected long before. Bonnie Tsunishi, his department secretary female fucking machine. She was a beautiful oriental, about 20 years old fucking. She treated milf Jerry with a milffuckingatfuckingmachines combination of amusement and barely-concealed contempt. To Bonnie, Jerry was just another unattractive fucking nerd, his work inexplicable, uninteresting, and impenetrable--a giant bore.

When she female fucking machine returned, Jerry tried a few other experiments. With each test, his ability and technique improved. Finally, he decided to try a really milffuckingatfuckingmachines big fucking test. He walked machine directly into her office, but she did not see female him milffuckingatfuckingmachines. He fucking had commanded her mind to ignore his presence. As far as Bonnie female was machines concerned, he was invisible. Grinning, he milffuckingatfuckingmachines projected another thought fucking. The lovely girl fucking stood milffuckingatfuckingmachines up and removed her clothes milf. She believed that she was machine in her bedroom, preparing milffuckingatfuckingmachines for bed. Now milffuckingatfuckingmachines he had her turn around, slowly, as he admired milf her milf. Finally machines, fearing that machines others would soon arrive milf, he had her dress milf once again and return milffuckingatfuckingmachines to her office routine. She milffuckingatfuckingmachines recalled nothing machine of this fucking bizzare interlude; Jerry had wiped her memory of the entire episode.

Other changes, less obvious, had been made in female her mind--and body--as Jerry had thought milffuckingatfuckingmachines of them female. Bonnie now had fucking an almost infinite capacity for oral sex. Her gag reflex fucking had been fucking totally female fucking machine suppressed--at least when his penis was in her throat. And he had programmed her to milffuckingatfuckingmachines believe fucking that milf she was addicted to his female semen--that she would die without regular milf doses of it fucking.

"Good. Wendy is probably at work. I want you to call Susie and Brenda, and invite fucking them over machine. Don't machine say why."

"Susie? Hi. Can you come over? Oh, nothing fucking much...but I've got something you've got to fucking see. OK female, I'll be here...bye."

"Brenda, lift your skirt fucking for me milf." She did. Jerry grinned milf at the shiny nylon milf panties she wore. "Very milf nice. Now turn around slowly." Helpless, she pirouetted. "Lovely ass. I'm going to enjoy that," he told here the mute victim.

Jerry grinned. "Why don't you milffuckingatfuckingmachines look at fucking yourself, girl?"

Helplessly, struggling machines to resist, Brenda female approached him, finally standing before him, only a foot here or two away milf.

A little later, as he milf was exploring Brenda's mind and body, Susie arrived. She was a petite asian girl, with small breasts but fucking spectacular legs and hips. A similar scene to here the one that milffuckingatfuckingmachines had happened with Brenda was played out, except that fucking Jerry had Brenda play Bonnie's role as Susie tried to 'talk her out of it'. Bonnie stood by milf, giggling at Susie's exchange with Brenda, occasionally commenting to Susie: "It milf's no use, Susie, she will never listen," or "You'll understand soon fucking, Susie, 'cause you'll belong to our Master too.", or "Can't milf you see that we belong to the Master, girl?" Eventually, as had Brenda, Susie gave up.

Then Susie, too was totally controlled and joined Jerry's growing harem.

Jerry looked at his little harem fucking with immense satisfaction. They gazed back at him lovingly, with nothing fucking but complete adoration and submission on milf their faces. All three girls were dressed only in sexy lingerie, but this machine was perfectly normal to them. Jerry caressed and fondled their bodies, his hands roving at will over tits, ass, and cunt machines, and they milf sighed and stretched milffuckingatfuckingmachines for him. He milf put them through their paces as sexual slaves fucking, and their responses were perfect. He was in milffuckingatfuckingmachines Heaven, and so were they. The girls' programming actually made them rejoice when he thought of a new way to use their bodies, or some other task here they could perform for him. They female fucking machine leapt to do his bidding machines, eagerly performing fucking the most menial and degrading tasks for him.

He entered a classroom. Looking out at the milffuckingatfuckingmachines seated students, he issued a mental command: all of the girls female fucking machine spread their legs. No fucking one seemed to notice, not even the professor machines, who went on milffuckingatfuckingmachines with his lecture without missing a beat. Jerry strolled through the classroom, pausing here and there to inspect a fucking particularly fucking lovely girl. When female he'd completed his milf inspection, he caused milffuckingatfuckingmachines two of the sexiest to here stand and join him at fucking the back of the classroom. He took them milf both, nosily fucking, but the rest of machines the students and the instructor didn't notice. He returned milf the girls to their seats machine, his semen still visible on their lips and hands.

Finally, Jerry decided to try something really spectacular. He triggered all of the girls in the milffuckingatfuckingmachines room to orgasm at the same time. The orgasm was female fucking machine so intense milffuckingatfuckingmachines that none milffuckingatfuckingmachines could remain standing fucking. He smiled, as he watched the naked milf and female fucking machine semi-naked girls writhing machine and flopping on the tile floor of the locker room milf, gasping for breath and sobbing with pleasure. He fucking noticed that milf, over fucking by the milf entrance, several girls milf had at just entered the milf locker room and were still dressed in street clothing. They too, squirmed and spasmed on the milffuckingatfuckingmachines floor, overcome with orgasm fucking.

He milf programmed the "bomb" and put it into a fancy ladies' wrist watch. The trigger was connected to the wrist here band. If the band was closed, the device would begin working. Jerry milf also included a small thermocouple, which would trigger the device when body heat fucking warmed the case.

A slave approached milffuckingatfuckingmachines, knelt, and murmured, "Lord, there is a girl here. She says fucking her name is Jennifer."

Becky didn't machines understand. What was her mother doing fucking? She didn't know this strange man. And her mom was acting here as if he was an old milf friend fucking, or as if he had some sort of control over her. Becky became frightened.

Jerry turned to Becky, and said female, "Be quiet, little girl. Listen attentively machine as I fucking give your mother her instructions."

He reached out with the Amp female fucking machine. With practised ease machines, he adjusted Becky's mind. The teen gasped milffuckingatfuckingmachines, a little "oh" of surprise and pleasure, as his mind entered hers milf and began installing controls. In a milf few moments, the process was complete. Becky, 18 years old, fell milf to her female fucking machine knees in helpless worship of her fucking Master.