CONTROLLING JENNIFER II: LESSONS IN OBEDIENCE

The phone rang, and Jennifer jumped. Darlene, her roommate, gave her an
annoyed look and picked up the phone. "Hello? Yeah, this is Darlene. Huh?
Oh, sure...I have it right here." Flashing Jennifer another annoyed look,
she picked up her math assignment sheet and started to read an assignment
from it.

Jenny hugged her pillow close to her, listening to the phone conversation
and trying to take refuge in its relative normalcy. It wasn't him. Thank god
it wasn't him. She pressed her cheek into the soft fabric of the pillow, and
held it tightly. Her eyes stared to the side, her mind fighting once again
to deny what had happened to her before. It seemed like a dream now, but
Jennifer knew it had not been a dream. She could not wake up from this
nightmare.

She heard the click as Darlene hung up, and heard her roommate stand. She
didn't look, but she knew the expression that was on Darlene's face; it was
Darlene's exasperation look, with her eyebrows jagged and her lips pursed
together tightly. Jennifer had been seeing Darlene's exasperation look quite
a bit lately.

"You want to tell me what the hell is going on, Jennifer?" Darlene snapped.
"I can see being startled by the phone, once, maybe twice, but EVERY FUCKING
TIME? What's gotten into you? You're so jumpy lately... and you won't tell
me why! What's wrong, Jennifer?"

Jennifer was silent for a moment. Once again, she was tempted to just blurt
out the whole story, about Mark, about his powers, what he had done to her.
And once again, she stopped herself. For one, she didn't want to draw anyone
into this beside herself. And for another...who would believe her? Jenny
barely believed it herself.

"Nothing's wrong." she mumbled.

"What?!? The hell, nothing's wrong! You've completely weirded out on me,
Jen! You stay in the room all day, moping around, staring into space. You
won't answer the phone anymore, and it seems to scare you to death whenever
it rings...you won't talk to anyone, you don't go out anymore...you can't
tell me nothings wrong. Give me some credit, Jennifer!"

Jennifer spoke, squeezing the pillow even tighter. "You couldn't help
anyway."

Darlene's voice softened, and she spoke with concern now. "Won't you let me
try, Jenny? I'm worried about you! I know somethings wrong...but you won't
tell me. C'mon...talk to me. Maybe I'll surprise you." Darlene's voice
hesitated, waiting, but Jennifer stayed silent. Finally, she heard Darlene
sigh and move back to her desk. The scraping of Darlene's pencil resumed.

Jennifer dropped her pillow and slipped on her slippers to walk to the
bathroom. She seemed to do this a lot now, telling herself that she was
leaving to give Darlene a break from her constant moping. But it was more to
give herself a place to think. She would close herself in one of the stalls,
and sit on the seat, hugging her legs to herself and thinking of what had
happened to her.

She stared at the gray of the stall door. She had been mind-raped. This term
had come to her that first day, and it had stuck in her head. Mind-rape. It
wasn't like real rape, for it offered no chance of resistance. It made her
degrade herself willingly, only letting her loose to regret her actions
after the fact. It seemed worse than actual rape, because in actual rape you
were obviously the victim. In what Mark had done to her, her role was
blurred, even to herself. She kept telling herself over and over that she
could have prevented his control. She could have fought it harder than she
had, and maybe opposed it. It was as much her fault for not resisting
enough, and this was the worst part of it.

After That Day, she had been scared to even go to class, for fear she might
see him again. She hadn't been able to talk to Jacob since, or even his
roommate Kurt, fearing what she had become in their mind's eye. A wanton
slut. That's probably what they saw her as.

Most of all, she feared when it would end. Would she ever have her own life?
Or would Mark make her his slave forever? Would she ever be free? This is
what scared her most of all. That her role was set...as Mark's slave, for
all eternity.

Jenny's butt hurt, and she realized she had been sitting in the stall for
quite awhile. She stood, letting the blood circulate back into her rear end,
and flushed the toilet, to make it seem like she had actually been using the
bathroom.

Amy, the girl from down the hall, was brushing her teeth. "Hi, Jenny!" she
grinned at the mirror, her teeth covered with suds. Jenny forced a weak
smile in response, and padded back to her room.

As she walked in, Darlene was on the phone. "It's for you, Jennifer."
Darlene said, offering the phone.

Jennifer stared at the phone. It seemed suddenly malevolent, and she pulled
back from it. "Tell him I'm not home." she whispered.

"I already said you were home." insisted Darlene. "Come on, Jennifer. Stop
acting like an idiot and take the phone."

Jennifer reluctantly touched the phone, then hesitated, watching Darlene's
face contort in exasperation. Slowly, summoning her nerve, Jennifer let her
hand wind around the handle, and lifted it to her ear.

"Hello?" she whispered weakly.

"Hello, Jennifer." Mark's voice said back. His voice was bright and cheery,
and Jennifer almost dropped the phone in shock. But she could not. Her hand
was frozen onto it.

"You..." was all she could say.

"Yes. Mark, remember? I hope you enjoyed your last lesson in obedience,
Jennifer. And I hope you've learned from it. I don't want to have to teach
you again."

"What do you want?" Jennifer rasped, her voice catching. Darlene looked up
in concern.

"First of all, I want you to calm down. We wouldn't want your roommate to
find out about our special arrangement, now would it? After all, the deal
was only for you, remember, Jenny? We never said anything about your
roommate, and I would rather not have to take control of her, too. Neither
of us wants me to have to do that, am I right?"

Jennifer forced her voice to be more firm. "Yes. You're right." With great
effort and more self-control than she knew she possessed, Jennifer flashed
Darlene a smile. "Chill, Darlene...everything's fine, it's a friend of mine
from class." Darlene smiled back, relaxed, and continued working on her
math.

Mark laughed. "Very good,

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