Because their parents left for work an hour earlier than Evan and Yvonne had to for school, the amorous twins often preceded their departure with some heavy making out on the living room couch. "How did you feel about last night?" "I'm glad it was you who took my virginity, Evan. I know how much you love me and you took so much time to make sure I enjoyed it. It's just too bad I can't have your kids." "Yeah, that kinda sucks. It also sucks I can't be more affectionate with you in public. People would totally freak out." "Yeah, that does suck, honey. At least I can still lay in your lap and stuff. People don't seem to mind that as long as you aren't kissing me or holding my hand." "Even though I want to." "I know you do."

On the way to school, Evan was quietly pondering how he could best put his flashlight to use. He had made a shortlist in his mind of chicks he wanted to bone. He also had to devise a way to isolate his targets so that nobody would get a hint as to what he was doing. He finally determined that he would have to dismantle his flashlight to find out why it seems to temporarily halt the conscious and subconscious brain function of people it's pointed at. Then he would endeavor to build a miniature version of it he could conceal and pull out at a moment's notice. He had already basically enslaved his twin sister, so anything more than that he could think of as a bonus.

The following morning, he packed his flashlight in his book bag. He hung around for a while after school to wait for the campus to clear and then found a janitor in the hallway of one of the classroom buildings. That hallway was dark enough to where the beam from the flashlight was noticeable at that time of day. He got the janitor's attention and then shined the light on the guy's eyes. He told the janitor to take him to the electronics lab and to stand guard and shoo away nosy people while Evan was in there. The lab had an oscilloscope and other diagnostic equipment. What Evan discovered was that the way he had rejiggered the wiring of the bulb in the flashlight had caused the light to rapidly but yet irregularly pulse at an unusual frequency. This wasn't consciously noticeable by the naked eye and, Evan guessed, that temporarily confused the brain's processing rhythm and thus halted its function until it could finally dispose of the new information. Evan reassembled the flashlight, tested it again on the janitor, who was told to resume his duties as usual, and went home.

Stashing the flashlight in his room, Evan headed to a local electronics store and bought a bunch of penlight lightbulbs and a couple of penlights to hold them. He then spent the next few days carefully rewiring the bulbs with the help of another trip to the electronics lab to ensure those bulbs were pulsing how he needed them to. He tested them on his mom the Saturday morning after he had finished final assembly and that familiar blank expression evidenced itself. He told her that she would give his dad a bj whenever he wanted one and she would find his cum delicious.

He soldered a clip on to the body of the penlight so that he could attach it under the end of a longsleeve shirt and then aim it at his target without being conspicuous.

When he went to school the following day, though, the girls he targeted were all among groups of people in the classroom building hallways. So after walking home from school with Yvonne and later receiving a nice bj from her, he headed back to school because there was going to be a basketball game there at seven that night. He sat around in the quad nervously playing with the penlight he had secreted under his sleeve waiting for a vulnerable target. Finally, one materialized. Popular cheerleader Pamela Schumacher had gotten back to campus a little late and had to use on street parking rather than the now filled campus parking lot. She was running Evan's way and he knew she would have to pass him to get to the gym. As soon as she approached within about 15 feet of him, he hit her right between the eyes with the light beam and she stopped on  the spot. Evan hurried up to her. "You will obey everything I tell you to do and when I say the words, "good girl" after you've followed one of my orders, you will have an intense orgasm." He waited for her to rejoin reality in progress. Her eyes blinked rapidly as she recovered her consciousness. "Stay right there, Pamela," Evan ordered, looking over her toned and tanned 5'4" 110 body featuring quasi-conical D cups. He had her give him her cellphone number and email address and then he texted her with his address. "You be at my house tomorrow night at seven," he propounded. "Okay," she consented. "Good girl," he complimented and he watched as Pam quickly slapped a hand over her mouth as her body convulsed in ecstasy. When the orgasm subsided, she walked off in a wobbly manner. During the actual game, when she did some kicks during the cheer routines, Evan noticed a wet spot the size of a quarter in the shorts under her skirt. Evan was too chicken to take chances at the game, though, and decided to be satisfied with the hot blonde cheerleader.

He could hardly wait for school to get over with the next day, which was a Friday. When he and Yvonne got home, they made out for a while. He  then told her to stay in her room after dinner until he came to retrieve her. Once his family ate, his parents adjourned to the upstairs family room to watch tv and, as she was ordered, Yvonne went to her bedroom. At seven, there was a knock on the door. "I got it!" Evan yelled and ran downstairs. When he pulled the door back, there was Pam in all her foxy glory. He bid her entrance and guided her up to his room. Pam had no idea why she felt the need to be at this guy's house, a guy she had never met before. She was an 18 year old senior and her career ambition was to be a cheerleader for the San Diego Chargers. "Okay babe, lose the clothes," he firmly said. She shed her tube top and her gorgeous knockers tumbled out. Then she dropped her shorts. She wasn't wearing panties! Not only that, she was shaved bald. Evan's heart raced like never before as he stood before this fine example of the Southern California surfer babe. He had her hold her arms up so that he could look for incisions to see if her considerable boobs were fake. He couldn't find any scars and he fondled those sweater puppets. They felt natural. firm and soft.

"You will answer my questions truthfully," he urged. "Okay." "And by the way, that's 'yes Master,' he added. "Yes Master." "How many guys have you slept with?" "72 Master." "72? Holy shit! You're only 18 and you've already been with 72 guys? When did you lose your virginity?" "When I was 13, Master." "Who was it with?" "It was my boyfriend at the time, Master." "What is the oldest guy you've been fucked by?" he inquired. "41, Master." "Tell me about that." "We met at the county fair. I was only 15 at the time, but he didn't care. I was at the concession stand buying food for my friends when he came up to me. He was really funny and very good looking. So we sneaked off to his truck, which had a camper shell on the back of it, and had sex." "How was it?" "It was hot! We were only in there for about 20 minutes, but we had a good time *giggle." "So you love cock, then?" "Yes Master. As one of my girlfriends likes to say, 'things go better with cock. *giggle' "Are you on the pill?" "Yes Master. I got a fake ID when I was 16 and then managed to get on it." "Excellent. Do you have a boyfriend right now?" "Yes Master. " "And how is your sex life with him?" "It's different *giggle. He and his friends have gangbanged me a few times. He has a thing about watching other guys fuck me." "Sounds like a real nice guy," Evan snarked, rolling his eyes. "Shit, I guess if she doesn't make it as a cheerleader she can do porn," he speculated.

He had Pam get into bed with him and kissed her heatedly for a few minutes before he dragged his lips down to her mammaries and sucked on her tan nipples. It didn't take very long for her ardor to ramp up and she undid his pants and slid her soft hand under his boxers and fondled him. He had a gander at her slit before he slid his cock into her. Within five minutes she was already nearing climax as he pounded her like had never slammed it into Yvonne and she had a loud, jerking orgasm. His eyes were feasting on her looks as he continued to enjoy the feeling of his red rocket cruising through her inner space until he firehosed her cunt with his cum.

After she went home, he laid in bed thinking about what to do with her. "Her sluttiness and what sounded like an asshole boyfriend was going to get her into trouble one of these days. And let's face it, being a cheerleader is a pretty pathetic way to make a living," he ruminated. One of this buddies, Casey Rinzler, had never had a girlfriend. He was also a really nice guy and smart enough to be a candidate for the Ivy League university system. Should he hook them up?

In addition, Evan also had his eyes on another cheerleader, Kim Campbell, who had something of a reputation for being a snotty bitch. She was a smoking hot brunette, 5'7" with dark brown eyes, C cups and with a nice hard body. Evan mulled taking her down a couple of pegs, too. He picked up his cellphone and called Pam. "Hi Pam. This is your Master." "Hi Master!" she said brightly. "Pam, you will do two things for me tomorrow: first, you will end it with your boyfriend; second, you will bring Kim Campbell to my house at seven. "Yes Master." "Good girl, Pamela," he verbally petted and the next sound he heard was her panting and then declaring, "I'm cumming!"

That bit of aural stimulation made Evan hard again. He went to Yvonne's room and had her follow him into his. They both got naked and he lovingly and leisurely worked Yvonne into a frenzy of sexual hunger and then drilled the living shit out of her.

Saturday, afternoon, Pam met with her boyfriend and told her she was breaking up with him. When he asked why, she could only reply, "because I have to." He felt totally blindsided and empty as she got back into her car and went home. Then she phoned Kim and told her there was someone she wanted her to meet.

In the meantime, Evan was hatching his plan for Pamela: he was going to give her to Casey. He called him up. "Hey Casey, what's up?" "Hey Evan." "Hey dude, the reason I'm calling is because there is this chick I know who likes you, but she wanted me to ask you something." "Dude, are you fucking with me man?" "No, I'm not fucking with you, dude, I swear!" "Is it Yvonne?" "No, dude. You seriously got to get over her. She's not into you." "Yeah." 'Anyway, if I introduce the two of you will you treat her good?" "Dude, she isn't one of these fat girls with a 'good personality', is she?" No," Evan laughed. "She's actually pretty fine. Anyway, answer my question." "Listen dude, you know I don't really have any experience with girls. I won't beat her up or any of that shit. As long as she's cool to me I'll be cool to her." "Okay dude. I'll talk to her and get  back to you." "Okay dude. You really aren't fucking with me, right?" "Dude, stop being so paranoid. Later!"

Kim was wondering who her and Pam were going to meet. Again, Evan got to the door first and let them in. "Who is this guy?" Kim asked herself. He led them upstairs and into his room. "Hey Pam, come here for a sec," he requested. He whispered into her ear that he wanted her to tell Kim she was going to use the bathroom and then was to stay in that bathroom for five minutes. "Hey Kim, I have to use the little girls room. I'll be right back," she said. Evan picked up his flashlight then killed the light in the room  and shined it in Kim's eyes. The life went right out of them. "You will obey every order I give you and when I say 'good girl,' you will have an intense orgasm."

Her eyes flitted back to reality. "Okay Kim, take your clothes off." She gave him a semi-pissed off stare for just a second and then compliantly exposed herself to him. She was a landing strip girl. Evan wasn't that interested in banging her because he felt guilty about confining Yvonne to her room again while he had a bit of sexy fun with two chicks he didn't really know. Pam walked back into the room and was also ordered to strip. He had Kim suck him off while he kissed and groped Pam, expelling a big load into Kim's saucy cakehole, which she swallowed. He then asked her a lot of the same questions he did Pamela. "How many guys have you slept with?" "20." "Who was the oldest?" "He was 47. It was my uncle." "Was that rape or was it consensual?" "It was technically rape, but he got me drunk and I started getting into it after he began feeling me up, so I guess it was a little bit consensual and a little bit rape." "Wow. What a loser he is," Evan fumed. "When did you lose your virginity?" "When I was 14." "Who was it with?" "One of the guys in the neighborhood. I liked him and we were fooling around one day and one thing led to another." "Are you on the pill?" 'Yeah, I am now that I'm 18. Before, I just used condoms, which sucked." Evan also found out that she didn't currently have a boyfriend.

Evan flipped off the light in the room and shined the flashlight in both the girls's eyes. He whispered into Kim's ear, "you are going to sleep until I wake you up." He turned the light back on and Kim crawled into bed and was soon sawing logs. Evan flashed the light again into Pam's eyes and she was under yet again. "You are going to think my friend Casey Rinzler is better looking than Brad Pitt. You will also believe that his cock is ten inches and thick when you see it. You will fall completely in love with him and give him sex and blowjobs anytime he wants them and you will swallow his cum, which you will think tastes sweet."

He told Kim after he woke her up that she was to meet him Monday back at his house at the same time and to dress in sexy clothes. Evan then turned to Pam and told her to meet him at school in the morning at the flagpole. He had the girls dress and go home. He got on the horn to Casey. "Hey dude, you know that girl I was telling you about?" "Yeah," Casey affirmed. "She wants to meet you Monday before school at the flagpole. "Dude, if you're punking me I'll kick your ass from one end of the block to the other." 'Dude, you're going to be stoked. Relax!" "Okay man. Talk  to ya later."

Monday morning, Evan and Yvonne arrived at school earlier than usual. Pam sidled up to them and, a few minutes hence, Casey joined them. "Casey, this is Pam. Pam, this is Casey," Evan instructed. They both shyly said hi to each other. So the hottest cheerleader in school was the girl who had a crush on him? Casey could scarcely believe it, especially since they had never even met or had any classes together. Pam was blushing in embarrassment at the hot boy in front of her. Or so that is how she saw him. Casey was only an inch taller than she was, and was definitely nerdy looking. He was also having a hard time making sense of this. On the other hand, her pussy was roiling with wetness and the crotch of her panties was being dripped on by her pussy.

"So tell him about yourself, Pam," Evan encouraged. She gave a short spoken bio of herself. He then directed Casey to do the same. Casey didn't come up with much. This pissed Evan off since he had gone to a lot of trouble to arrange a relationship for his friend. He excused himself and dragged Casey off to the side. "Dude, you're blowing it. What the fuck?" "Sorry man, but what am I supposed to say to a cheerleader?" "Listen man, just hold her hand, okay? She'll respond positively to that. You can see how shy she was around you. That means she really likes you. Stop being a pussy!" "Okay, dude, you better be right." Casey and Evan rejoined Yvonne and Pam. Casey positioned himself right beside Pam and reached out for her hand. She gave his paw a little squeeze as they intertwined their fingers. Casey's cock hardened just that much more and his secretion of precum went from a small drip to massive leakage as he felt her soft, well manicured hand in his. "Okay you guys, let's go somewhere else," Evan suggested and they walked over to the open air amphitheater and kicked back there. Evan sat next to Casey and whispered into his ear, "dude, kiss her. What are you waiting for?" Casey was still pretty jumpy and very tentatively pulled his fingers out of Pam's and reached around her shoulder and pulled her toward him. "Oh  my God, I'm kissing a cheerleader!" he celebrated in his head. And fuck, it feels amazing!" That finally broke the ice and both of them began to loosen up.

Now it was time for Evan to turn his attention to Kim.