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Body Rentals - Elle Gets Controlled - Chapter 8
🕑 Added 2020-04-15 16:00:50 +0000 UTCJess turned and walked away, leaving me to collapse against a nearby locker and get my bearings. How much time had passed? What had my body been up to?
Okay, first thing first. Where am I? I was in the hallway at school, outside Mr Malbridge’s chemistry classroom. There were a bunch of other year 12s banging around and getting their books, so it must be between lessons.
Next. How long was I out for? That was an easy one, I looked down at my watch- and found my wrist bare. Ben mustn’t have put on my watch when he dressed me this morning… I- he had dressed me this morning. Eww!
I quickly took stock of my clothes, momentarily distracted from the time question. I was wearing a skirt, shorter than I would have liked, but that’s okay. Long socks and my regular black boots. Good. And a simple white shirt with a brown cardigan that I didn’t recognise. Had he spent more of my money on this? I felt it between my fingers, it was really quite soft.
Not too bad, all in all. At least I wasn’t flashing the whole school. I wouldn’t admit it, but he’d actually done a better job than I normally would have - I was a dunce when it came to fashion. The only thing was I found I was wearing a scratchy old bra that didn’t quite fit right -- he’d clearly just picked the tightest, skimpiest one I had in my dresser.
That thought pulled me up for a moment. A whole morning had passed. My underwear had changed. Ben had climbed my body down from the roof, and then done what? Had a shower? I didn’t feel particularly dirty, so probably. My body in the shower under the control of my brother wasn’t a thought I wanted to dwell on. Had he brushed my teeth? Slept for me? Dressed me in the morning, choosing out an old bra and using my arms to put it on, fondling me as he did it? That was just too freaky. I didn’t even know what I’d eaten for breakfast.
The one silver lining is I could feel I definitely wasn’t wearing a thong anymore, at least he had the sense to know that in a dress this short I’d be half flashing everybody everytime I bent down. I reached down to adjust my underwear through my skirt… and didn’t feel anything.
Oh no.
As subtly as I could I patted myself down, feeling desperately for some panties. Nothing. I wasn’t wearing any. I had been flashing everybody all morning. Oh god!
The bell rang above me, and everybody scampered into their classrooms. Oh right, what time was it? I stopped one of the kids running past, a year 10 boy with shaggy hair.
“Hey, what period is it?”
“Second, weirdo!”
Weirdo? That didn’t bode well. I shivered slightly, quickly found my bag near my feet, and ran off to class. Second period on a Monday is Miss Shirley's algebra, which I shared with Sarah. I clenched my fists, she better bloody know how to help me get this damn receiver off my neck!
I ran into Sarah as I arrived. She smiled at me warmly, and I felt my rising anger dissipate somewhat. Did she not know what had been happening to me?
“Sarah!”
“Elle, how are-”
“My brother’s got a hold of the helmet and I can’t get the receiver off!”
Her eyes went wide. “What?”
“He’s been controlling me on and off since yesterday morning. I can’t even remember anything that happened today - I only woke up about two minutes ago!”
“Oh wow! That must feel so cool! The memory blocking works then?” Sarah said excitedly. I gave her a look, and she started. “Sorry! I mean, that sucks! Here, turn around, I’ll take off the unit.”
I spun around and Sarah reached up to fiddle with the receiver on my neck. I was bursting to get out of the influence of that damn thing that had been hijacking the sensory and motor pathways to and from my brain.
“Hmm, it does seem pretty stuck!” Sarah chatted, unhelpfully. Sarah tugged, and I felt a sharp pain from my neck that shot tingles all the way down my spine.
“Ouch! Hey! Be careful!”
“It’s still stuck, let me go get some scissors or something…”
Yeah real technical, Sarah.
But before I could get snarky, Miss Shirley arrived and ushered us inside with a tut.
“If I act weird, it’s not me doing it.” I whispered to Sarah. “Try to stop my body from doing anything too bad in class, yeah?”
“Of course!” Sarah grinned. “This is so cool.”
I sighed and went to my seat, and Sarah sat down two seats over. She didn’t seem concerned at all, had she thought something like this would happen? Or did she just find the Body Rentals units exciting in general? She was certainly in a hurry to try it on me last week -- that seemed so long ago now.
Miss Shirley started handing out the worksheets - quadratic equations today. I was always pretty good at maths, and got along with the young teacher pretty well. She smiled at me as she handed the work over.
“Okay class, last week we learnt how to adjust for- “
And then I felt something very very strange. I was getting turned on. A rush of arousal had hit me from nowhere, like I’d been injected with some super aphrodisiac from an illegal Soviet lab.
What the fuuuuccck?
My vagina squeezed itself involuntarily. I mean, really involuntarily. My vaginal muscles were literally doing kegels without me, each squeeze heightening my arousal further. I couldn’t control it at all.
And I knew what that meant. I tried to signal to Sarah to get my body out of the class, but my eyes and hands had already been hijacked - I couldn’t move a muscle.
Somebody else certainly could though - I found my eyes suddenly flick down to stare at my own cleavage, and I felt other muscles in my belly and crotch start to contract and release, as if being explored for the first time. My vagina pulsed. My butt cheeks squeezed themselves together. My stomach muscles contracted in a peculiar pattern, like a belly dancer -- something I certainly couldn’t do under my own power. I really hated it when other people could make my body do things that I couldn’t!
Then I felt my bladder relax, and a bit of wee dribbled out, totally outside my control. Somebody was literally wetting my pants in class.
Oh my god, hey! STOP!!
Whoever was controlling it quickly squeezed that muscle shut again, almost reflexively. My mouth opened itself. “Oops.”, I found myself saying. “Hey, how do I make her blackout? I mean-”
My mouth cut off mid sentence, and my body slumped slightly before I caught myself. Oh! I was back! I flexed my arms, and felt myself blush -- an automatic response that had been suppressed by whoever was controlling me, I guess. I quickly cleaned up with a tissue from my bag, and tried to make eye contact with Sarah. Sarah! Help! I’m about to blackout!
It definitely wasn’t Ben controlling me that time -- for one thing, he already knew how to use the memory blocking function of the Body Rentals helmet. Who else could have gotten hold of it though? Unless he’d deliberately gone out and given it to them-
Jesus Christ. That’s exactly what he’d done. I’d bet my left shoe I only regained control this morning because he’d decided to come into school himself today to share the helmet with his geeky friends.
Another thought hit me with dread. He would have used my body to talk with them this morning, probably flashed my boobs at them as well. Eww! I didn’t need a bunch of teenage nerds gawking at me damn it Ben! Now god knows who has the helmet, and as soon as they-
BLACK
I was looking down at my worksheet. Huh? Oh Jesus Christ! These time jumps were so freaky. I could tell my body was aroused again, and scrawled at the top of the worksheet were the words “Hi Elle!!”. Damn it! Some little shit had used my hand to write that - I hated it!
BLACK
“Wanna go on a date with me?” suddenly appeared underneath it, in a different handwriting. I groaned.
BLACK
Pain in my jaw! And… in my hand, which was held in a fist in front of me. I rubbed my cheek, had I been punched with my own hand?
“Are you okay, Elle?” asked Miss Shirley.
“Um, no, actually I think I better-”
BLACK
Hands pushed me hard, and suddenly I was tripping over in the hallway. “AAARGH!” I let out a scream of surprise and frustration. “WHAT THE HELL! I HATE THIS DAMN THING!”
“Is that you again, Elle?” Sarah’s voice came from behind me. I scrambled to my feet and turned around.
“Did you just push me?! Not cool!”
“I had to get you out of Miss Shirley’s class, girl! You were jumping from desk to desk and not wearing underpants.”
I turned beet red. Not-my-fault. Not-my-fault. I told myself desperately. Eventually this would all get straightened out and everybody would know I had nothing to do with it.
“I’m going to take you to the sick bay, maybe they can hold you down or something until we can figure this out.”
“Sounds goo-” my voice cut off suddenly as my mouth was forced into an awful grin. My hands grasped at my own chest clumsily. “Nice tits, jugface, and your hot friend here ain’t too bad either.”
My stomach dropped. Only one person in the school called people ‘jugface’ - the huge, homicidal, insanely aggressive senior bully - Ryan Renaval. And I did not want to be controlled by Ryan Renaval.
