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Body Rentals - Elle Gets Controlled - Chapter 10
🕑 Added 2020-05-04 16:06:38 +0000 UTCSarah and I wagged the rest of class that morning to look for the helmet, but we didn’t have much luck. We might have been faster searching if we’d split up like Sarah suggested, but I was afraid somebody might take control of me again and I wanted Sarah there to keep an eye on my body.
It wasn’t until lunchtime that we made any progress. Sarah and I had just given up and gone to get some food when I spotted the hulking form of Ryan Reneval shuffle into the cafeteria. He looked completely out of sorts - head down, shoulders hunched. His eyes scanned the room - and my heart stopped when they landed on me. He turned and slowly walked towards us.
I punched Sarah in the arm. “Ryan’s here.” I hissed. She looked up, bemused. “Really? This’ll be interesting!” I gave her a look, but she ignored me, and turned around to meet Ryan face to face. I stood up as well, I wasn’t going to let this prick intimidate me.
“Sorry” Ryan mumbled, quietly.
Then he simply turned around and shuffled back out of the room. Sarah’s mouth dropped open - whatever she’d been ready for, it wasn’t that.
“Wait” I called. Ryan stopped where he was, but didn’t turn around. “Where’s the helmet?”
“Dunno. Some girl took it.”
And he left without saying another word. I grinned at Sarah, who was still frozen with shock at the apology. “That was interesting.”
So - some girl had gotten ahold of the helmet, but obviously hadn’t used it yet. That was somewhat good news -- at least I wouldn’t be felt up by any more teenage boys. Hopefully.
The rest of the afternoon went by quickly. Sarah gave some crummy excuse for my behaviour that morning, but nobody really seemed to care that much about it anyway. They had their own things to worry about I suppose. I wasn’t until I was on the bus home that day that something happened.
“I’m telling you Sarah, it’s the only way!”
“We’ll figure it out Elle! You don’t have to go ratting on me!”
“The company are the only ones who’d know how to remove the receiver! I won’t tell them anything!”
“Oh bull! They’d get it out of you, Elle, I know you cave under pressure.” Sarah was getting a bit flustered at the thought of the company finding out she “borrowed” the Body Rentals unit from her father. Actually, I think she was more worried her Dad would find out, she knew he’d protect her from the company he worked for.
I opened my mouth to indignantly insist that NO, I wouldn’t dob on her… and then I shut it again. Huh? Oh man, somebody else had finally switched on the helmet. Goddamn it. I hadn’t even felt the tingles that time! Sarah turned the other way in a huff and pointedly stared out the window.
I felt mouth curl into a slow smile. My hands slowly rubbed my legs, softly, gently, and my thighs pressed themselves together. I felt my body getting aroused - a sensation I was used to by now. This time it seemed slower, more anticipatory than rushed. Whoever was controlling my body had some restraint.
My legs slowly raised up, twisting as my eyes inspected them. My face’s grin grew deeper, and my world lurched as my body stood itself up and pressed the stop button on the bus. Oh no! Sarah hadn’t even realised I was being controlled, now somebody was going to walk my body off into god knows where!
The bus stopped and my legs skipped out the door and onto the grass. I felt light and airy, whoever was moving my body had a finesse about them that I wouldn’t have been able to emulate alone. Was this that mysterious girl who had somehow got the helmet off Ryan?
Sarah scowled at me through the window as the bus left. My hand gave her a little wave -- exactly as I would have done. Damn it, this girl obviously knew me. Sarah wouldn’t have a clue I was being controlled, and I doubted she’d be able to figure it out any time soon, she was kind of a ditz at the best of times.
I felt myself turn back up the road where the bus had come from. I was really odd not being able to control my body as it moved about, but still being able to feel everything -- it was like, I didn’t have control of my balance. I couldn’t adjust my feet to hold myself up properly. Somebody else was doing it all for me, and that was scary, even if they were a really good driver.
“Hold tight.” I said to myself, and then my body began sprinting. Not sprinting like I would have done, awkwardly flailing and puffing, my breasts bouncing haphazardly… No. This was controlled, careful.
My legs guided themselves rapidly around a tree, and I gasped internally as I felt myself leap over a fence, barely clearing it. I certainly wouldn’t have been able to do that on my own -- I was almost afraid of my own instinctual movements, overwritten as they were by my controller. If I twisted the wrong way, I’d break my leg!
I could feel one way in which the sprinter manipulating my body was lacking though, and that was in my chest. My boobs were a bit larger than average, and Ben hadn’t dressed me in a sports bra today, so my chest was beginning to ache as I ran… as we ran. Each leaping step would bounce my boobs hard, and that builds up when you keep doing it! Obviously this girl had no experience with that, otherwise she’d hold my boobs when she ran without the proper support. No doubt she’d turned off the sensation of pain for herself!
I rounded a corner, feeling puffed and tired, but my body ignored my instructions to rest. It continued on at its relentless pace, barely even puffing. My controller was obviously used to being fitter and taller than me, and pushed me harder than was really sensible. Maybe they couldn’t feel how out of shape my body was? I might be thin, but I was no athlete. My chest ached, my lungs burned... I felt my limbs becoming heavy, but still I was forced to run. I never ran more than a few hundred meters at a time! What was this cross-country nonsense!?
Soon enough, however, I felt my body slow to a halt in front of a little townhouse with red roses out the front. I found myself confidently leaping up the verandah steps and through the door as if I owned the place. My body steered itself quickly through the hallway -- my legs apparently knew exactly where they were going.
I found myself stepping into a girl’s bedroom, locking the door behind me. There was a form lying comatose on the bed, the Body Rentals helmet affixed to her head. I cringed inwardly as I recognised the form -- but my tounge just licked my lips as I stared down at the body of Jess, in her tights and jacket, laying on the bed.
Given how excited that lesbian girl had seemed this morning when I first woke up - when Ben had apparently forced me to make out with her - I knew exactly where this was going. Oh dear.
My crotched ached with arousal that wasn’t mine as I stared down at the girl. “Well”, I thought, “At least I’ll be able to feel the pleasure.”
My mouth opened and my voice squealed excitedly.
“Oh man, this is going to be fun.”
