Norm's Fuck Hat (mind control, nerd revenge fantasy)

by Allen, N. L.

  “Ah, what do I do?” Shawnee said, chewing louder as she tried to concentrate. Norm turned the dial higher.

  “Just...a has to equal something. What is a?” Norm asked.

  “Twenty-seven,” Shawnee said. “Right?”

  Norm beamed. “Yes, exactly! Let's try another!”

  “Okay, we will try another,” Shawnee said, slightly robotically. Norm ignored her tone – he was too excited at the prospect of his device working. He scrawled a more complex equation on the board and turned up the power by three more points.

  “Seventeen,” Shawnee said just as Norm finished writing the last number.

  “Excellent! Shawnee, you've proven you can apply learning!”

  “I have proven I can apply learning.”

  Norm looked puzzled. Shawnee wasn't chewing her gum any more. Her eyes followed him whether he moved left or right. She was breathing slowly, calmly, saying nothing.

  He picked up a pen from the whiteboard and threw it to her. She caught it and put it on the desk.

  “Throw it back,” he said, forgetting his manners. She picked it up and tossed it back gently. He fumbled the pen around mid-catch, finally grabbing it securely. Shawnee didn't laugh.

  “Shawnee, how do you feel?” he said, walking closer.

  “Fine.”

  “Do you know where you are?”

  “College. Science classroom.”

  “What are you going to do when the bell rings?”

  He was close enough to stare into her eyes, which had glazed over. He snapped his fingers in front of them. She didn't blink.

  “Attend class,” she said. “Apply learning.”

  Fascinating. She was still conscious of her surroundings, but she was calm, sedate, no longer a fidgety airhead. The hat had worked! Still, something nagged at Norm's brain. She seemed a little...suggestible. How suggestible?

  “Shawnee, where is Buck? Your boyfriend?”

  Her eyes flickered as she thought. “Buck..is behind the bleachers. Smoking. Hoping not to get caught.”

  “Go to him,” Norm said. “Tell him you've got a surprise, then...”

  “Then what?” she asked.

  Norm's heart beat rapidly. He'd gone this far...

  “Then pull down his pants.”

  Without a word, Shawnee got up and headed to the door. Norm snatched up his bag and went after her as fast as he could. The device would only stay active if he was in bluetooth range.

  #

  He reached the football field just in time to see Shawnee slip behind the bleachers. Seconds later, there was a howl of anger. He recognised the howl as Buck's, then saw him come stumbling out onto the field, his track pants around his ankles as Shawnee walked away.

  Despite his athleticism, Buck's hurried shuffling was no match for the bunched-up fabric around his ankles – or gravity. He fell to the floor, hands out as if preparing to do push-ups. Something went crunch as he landed, loud enough to make Norm wince before he laughed.

  The experiment was a success! She did what he said! Now she was just standing there, waiting for a new command. He could keep her like a pet if he wanted to.

  His thoughts turned to sex. As scuzzy as it was, the possibility was tempting. To use it as a fuck-me hat, turning Shawnee into his willing sex slave. Then again, would she do it? Could he get her to do something she truly didn't want to?

  All he'd done was give her a simple instruction. She liked pulling pranks as much as Buck did – hell, it might even have been her idea to make Paula and her buddies tease him. If it was already in her to do something like that, the hat might have just spurred her on. She'd solved the equations on her own, which supported the idea. Maybe the hat just supercharged her somehow.

  As he mulled the problem over, he saw her watching Buck struggle to his feet without sympathy. Not wanting to arouse suspicion, he turned the device off. Immediately, Shawnee fell to her knees, grabbing at Buck, trying to help him up.

  “She cares for him,” Norm muttered to himself, watching as she lead Buck back towards the main building. “Let's see how much.”

  #

  Inside, he followed the couple to the nurse's office, a room he was all too familiar with. There was a storeroom next door, which the caretaker never locked. Slipping inside, he struggled with a heavy box, propping it against the door so he wouldn't be disturbed.

  What are you even doing? he asked himself. There was no way to give her instructions with that dumb ox in the room.

  No, but he could turn on the power. Make her blank out. He crawled onto the floor, looking up into the other room through the vent. He could just about make the two of them out as they sat waiting for the nurse.

  He activated the hat, turning the power up to full. Shawnee's hands dropped from Buck's arm.

  “What gives?” he asked, turning to her. There was no reaction. “Shawnee? Babe? Are you okay?”

  He gave her a gentle shake, then a harder one. “Must be shock!” Buck blurted, then headed for the door.

  Norm mouthed a silent yes! then whispered through to Shawnee. “Get him back here.”

  “Babe,” Shawnee said in an odd, muted voice. “Get back here.”

  Buck turned back, kissing her unwavering face. “Aw, Shawnee, I thought you'd gone...strange.”

  From his vantage point, Norm could see right between Shawnee's legs. Her shorts were so tiny, he could see the pink lace of her panties poking out. His dick stood to attention.

  Can I make her do anything? he thought. He wanted to find out, not only for science, but for the sake of his own lustful curiosity.

  “Suck his cock,” he whispered.

  “Huh? Wazzat?” Buck said, looking around in confusion. Shawnee began to slip his tracksuit down, and his attention went to her.

  “Babe, you're crazy! The nurse will be...oh!”

  Norm's eyes bulged as she took out Buck's prick. It was almost wrist-thick and of a generous length. He'd assumed that Buck was a steroid-using freak. Unless what he'd been told about steroids affecting the male organ was a lie, Buck was naturally gifted.

  His nerves fuelled his lust, hormones rushing as his dick throbbed, begging to be touched. As he watched Shawnee's lips sink down onto her boyfriend's massive tool, he was unable to resist. He slid his hand down into his trousers, feeling around for his member.

  He was nowhere near as big as Buck, but he was getting just as excited. As Shawnee's head bobbed on the thick shaft, he stroked himself in time with her thrusts, and Buck's reciprocal hip-pumps.

  Norm's inexperience caused him to come fast, shooting a thick wad of cum into his hand and underpants. Buck was still going strong, but his girlfriend's expert tongue meant that he couldn't last forever. With a strange squeal, he rocked up into her mouth. Norm saw spunk dribble back down his shaft. Her job complete, Shawnee sat back up, cum dribbling from her lips.

  Buck smiled, handing her a tissue from the nurse's station as he pulled his pants over his dwindling member.

  “That took my mind off things,” he grinned.

  Norm was grinning too. Another plan began to fire up in his mind as the hot seed on his hand began to cool.

  #

  On his way home, he stopped by the local adult store. He'd been in there before to purchase a fleshlight, and the store clerk didn't seem to care how old he was. It was the same this time, as he bundled a few items onto the counter.

  As he walked, he felt like his purchases were visible through the black plastic of his satchel. He kept his head low, running blindly across the road, annoying pedestrians and cars alike as he tried not to look at anyone. His brain buzzed with nervous excitement.

  After a quick dinner, he rushed to his room, removing the power unit from the hat. If his calculations were correct, giving it a larger power source would mean he could extend its area of influence, effectively transmitting the wearer's brain waves across a short distance, making those nearby just as suggestible. He glanced down at the satchel, his cock growing hard at the idea.


  Oh yes, he thought. I'm going to have some fun with you all, you bastards.

  That night, with the satchel of sex toys hidden under his bed, he resisted the urge to masturbate, even though the image of Shawnee's beautiful mouth working on Buck was embedded firmly in his memory. He'd all but forgotten about the science fair at this point, even though it was less than a week away. His hormones had taken over.

  Hormones...and a different kind of lust.

  The lust for revenge.

  #

  Getting up early, he left a note for his Dad explaining that he'd taken his bike instead of the bus. He hadn't ridden it in ages, seeing as every time he left it at college, someone would prick the tyres or loosen the wheel nuts.

  Today, he didn't care what happened to him afterwards. All he cared about was his plan. Gripping his satchel full of toys, he pedalled hard, reaching the college hours before anyone else.

  He knew that Shawnee and her friends would arrive early for cheerleader practice, which gave him enough time to get to the girl's changing rooms. Thanks to the slack caretaker, they were open when he got there.

  Once inside, he had to find a suitable place to hide. The lockers seemed like the best bet, but they were too small to fit inside, even for him. The garbage bins were half-full, and he didn't feel much like squatting in a bunch of used tissues.

  That left one place – the ceiling. Getting up there would mean clambering onto one of the lockers, and he didn't feel confident about that. Still, what other choice was there?

  With all the grace of a moose on a tightrope, he mounted the lockers, legs thrashing in panic every time he lost his footing, before finally standing, shaky-legged, and hoisting himself into the roof space.

  All he had to do now was wait, and hope that Shawnee was as vain as he thought she was.

  After about twenty minutes, he was relieved to see that her vanity was as reliable as he'd hoped. She was wearing the hat again, tilting it at her friends who commented on how cute it made her look.

  Reaching to his pocket, he brought out his phone and started his app, turning the power to full. When her friends walked off to their own lockers on the other side of the room, he whispered a few commands down to Shawnee. Then he switched to video, tilting the phone down through the crack he'd left in the tiles.

  She started to strip. With her shirt off, Norm could take in the full splendour of her breasts for the first time. They were magnificent, perky and round with tiny nipples and – yes! – they were permanently erect, just as he'd thought.

  His cock ached as he watched her pull off her skirt on the tiny screen of his phone. She was now completely nude except for the hat. He would have stared forever if her friends weren't coming back over.

  He pulled the ceiling tile that hid his face aside, dropping one of the items from his trip to the adult store next to her, then hid again.

  Shawnee bent to pick the double-ended vibrator up. She began sucking on the tip, just in time for Paula to see her.

  “Shawnee! What on earth are you doing?” Paula laughed, eyeing her friend's naked form. The other two friends flanked her, laughing nervously as Shawnee kept sucking.

  “Say it,” Norm urged, turning the power up another notch. Her body jerked slightly before she pulled the vibrator from her mouth.

  “You guys want to fuck?” Shawnee said in her obedient robot voice. Her body kept moving, gyrating in an inviting fashion. Norm stifled a groan as she offered the rubber cock out to Paula.

  “Are you high? What if someone catches us?”

  Yes! Norm had counted on her saying that. He'd given Shawnee a phrase to use in this circumstance, and as much as he hated it, he thrilled as she opened her mouth.

  “Fuck it. YOLO,” Shawnee said.

  He turned up the power to full. As the electrical field spread, the others started to move closer. It was working! Her suggestibility was transferring to them!

  Paula gave a soft laugh, then bent her head to suck at the spit-drenched tip of the dildo.

  “Paula!” the redheaded friend squealed. “OMG!”

  “Mmm, it's big,” Paula said. “Try and get your mouth around it, Kay.”

  Kay, the redhead, looked unsure, but Paula nodded, egging her on, until she stretched her tiny mouth around the shaft, smiling around it as it filled her up.

  “Yeah! Now you, Esme.”

  The other girl, a lanky, raven-haired Latino, sucked the other end of the dildo into her mouth. Shawnee watched, mesmerised, as they began to work the length from opposite ends. Paula ran her hands over Shawnee's chest, licking at each nipple.

  Norm wanted her to react, not stand there like a statue, so he risked another whispered command. She loosened up slightly, bringing her hands to Paula's chest to return her touches.

  Before too long, Paula's eager tongue was snaking up her leg to Shawnee's neat thatch of pubic hair. The others started to strip, fondling each other as they revealed more of their bodies.

  “Is this what you wanted?” Paula said, kissing lightly around Shawnee's mound. Instead of answering, she looked over at the double-ended dildo. Paula's eyes lit up. “Okay, you asked for it.”

  Taking the twin cocks from Kay and Esme, Paula spat on the tip before working it between Shawnee's legs. Even in her hypnotised state, Shawnee moaned, her hips circling as the rubber cock went deeper. Paula dropped her skirt and positioned herself opposite, pushing the other end into her own folds.

  “Ah!” she cried, “So fucking wide!”

  “Take it,” Esme ordered, playing with her clit. Kay watched, not knowing what to do with herself as Paula started to thrust. Each push sent the dildo further into Shawnee, who started to push back, returning the motion.

  Soon they were fucking each other as hard at they could, while Esme frigged away at herself. Kay moved closer to Shawnee, who ran her hand up her leg. From his vantage point, Norm couldn't see exactly what was happening, but the look on Jay's face told him enough.

  It was all he could do to not whip out his prick, which was uncomfortably hard, the tip feeling like it might burst. But he wanted to save his juice for later, for the final part of his plan. For now, he was happy to watch.

  Paula began to scream as her orgasm approached, and Shawnee wasn't far behind. Kay was emboldened by this, and stood over Shawnee to straddle her face. Shawnee buried her tongue in her friend's moist entrance, grunting in pleasure as Kay reached back to toy with her clit.

  Soon their groans filled the changing room, as each girl flushed and thrashed, their bodies taken over with orgasmic bliss. At the sight – and the sound – Norm thought he might come in his pants without so much as a touch.

  Instead, he carried out his plan. He turned his phone off, and Shawnee came around. Her mouth was still full of Kay's ginger cunt as she shouted “what the fuck?”

  Kay misheard, and ground her pussy further onto her friend's chin. “Yeah, you like to fuck. Shit, Shawnee, you eat pussy like a real dyke!”

  Norm almost laughed. She was still into it, even though the hat was off!

  Shawnee scrabbled away, confused, the dildo slipping free.

  “I have to go,” she said, pulling on her clothes and leaving without another word. Norm watched the others leave, slowly becoming just as confused as the hat's effects wore off. Once they were gone, he emerged clumsily from his hidey-hole.

  Phase one complete, he thought, touching his phone to make sure it was still there. The video would come in handy later – in more ways than one. He tucked the double-ender, still slick with juices, into his satchel, and walked away smiling.

  #

  At lunchtime, he went looking for Shawnee. Predictably, she was in the arms of Buck, sobbing against his chest as he held her close. They were back at the bleachers, the site of his earlier humiliation, and lucky for Norm, she still had the hat on.

  The only problem was, she was way too close to Buck. There was no way he could get in there to prompt her without the big galoot seeing or hearing him. He
needed a distraction.

  All he had was himself, and the only problem there was the risk. Buck was unpredictable – he could smash his phone, or even him. For a moment, Norm thought he might change his mind. He'd shown them both up already, and his illicit video would serve as a nice piece of blackmail material if he ran into trouble with the cheerleader squad again.

  Maybe it would be best to call it a day. He'd had some fun, and nobody had been hurt. Except him. He'd been hurt a bunch of times, and what guarantee was there that it wouldn't happen again?

  None, he thought. They'll keep fucking with you. This is your chance to fuck back. Now or never!

  Steeling himself, he slipped behind a nearby trashcan and shouted for Buck.

  The jock looked around, confused. He hadn't seen Norm, and couldn't place where he was yelling from.

  “Buck!” he yelled, “Come over here!”

  Shawnee was grabbing at him, asking him not to go, but he pushed her aside. “Where you at, Norrrm? You know anything about this?”

  “Maybe!”

  “Maybe nothing you little worm! Come out here and tell me, or you're going to be pancakes.”

  Buck turned to explain the joke to Shawnee, and Norm took his chance, circling around and waiting at the far end of the bleachers. Buck stormed across the field, trying to locate him.

  His heart jackhammered as he slid towards Shawnee, activating the hat and slipping her the other item from his satchel. Whispering a few words into her ear, he had just enough time to get out of sight before Buck returned.

  Wheezing, he took a few deep breaths before settling back to watch the fun.

  Shawnee hid the strap-on dildo into the back of her skirt as Buck took her in his arms again.

  “Hey, you look like you've calmed down. Feeling okay?”

  She nodded. “Take me to the lab, Buck. Norm is there.”

  “He is? Shit, come on then! I'm going to pound him into next week!”

  I think not, Norm thought as he followed.

  #