All Under Control!

Fight of Fancy

a story by EHY
written July 2002

based very, very, very loosely on an almost true story

This story may be freely reposted on any appropriate website, so long as the author is informed and given due credit.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked. "I don't want you to feel like I'm making you..."

She interrupted him with a finger to his lips. "You couldn't make me do this if I didn't want to, love. I want to."

He smiled, then swallowed hard. "Weird. I think I'm more nervous than you are."

"Don't be. I'll stop if I don't like it."

"Okay. Um... should I go outside?"

"That's what we agreed on, isn't it?"


He opened the door, and stepped outside.

Gisele was standing near the door of her apartment when she heard a knock. She went to the peephole and looked out.

It was her next door neighbor. She'd seen him in the elevator from time to time, or out in the parking lot. They'd talked a few times - nothing exciting, just, "Hi," or, "Hot weather we're having." He seemed nice enough, but she was happily married to a sexy lawyer, and felt no particular need to make friends with him.

She opened the door. "Hi... can I help you?"

"My phone isn't working," he said. "I was wondering if I could borrow yours to call the phone company?"

"Well, sure, I guess so. Come on in. I'm Gisele."

"A pleasure to meet you," he said, smiling a little too much, she thought. Almost as if he had something to hide. His look at her made her wish for an instant that she was wearing something a little less revealing than the sleeveless button-down pink top and small black skirt she had on. Maybe she shouldn't let him in after all? But then he'd already come in and she was closing the door behind him out of habit. She shook off her momentary nerves.

"The phone's in here," she said, turning to lead him to the kitchen.

"Freeze," she heard him say behind her.

Suddenly, she couldn't move. All the muscles in her body seemed to lock, freezing her in place. She was stopped in the middle of walking, her right foot forward, eyes fixed on the kitchen door. She couldn't even move her eyes. She felt as if her body had been instantly turned to stone, except that she could still see and hear and think. And the man was standing behind her...

She felt warm hands on her waist.

"Truly, a pleasure," he said, his breath hot in her ear. His hands left her waist, and she felt him lean forward to kiss her left ear lightly. His chest rested against her back, and she couldn't move.

He stepped around her, into her view. There was no mistaking the lust in his eyes - the lust for her. She would have shrunk back from him had she been able. He reached up and gently stroked her cheek.

"Do you have any idea how beautiful you are, Gisele?" he asked quietly. "Well, of course you do. You take good care of yourself, don't you... Unfreeze."

Just as suddenly as she had frozen, she could move again. She stumbled away from him, batting his hand away from her face. "What do you think you're doing?!" she cried. "What are you--"

"Freeze," he commanded once more. She could not even finish her sentence before her body locked up once more. "I'm doing what you want me to do," he said, "what you've always wanted me to do."

No! she railed inside her mind, though she could not give voice to the word.

He approached her once more. Her hand was frozen in front of her face, where she had held it in an instinctive move to protect herself. But under the man's influence, it could not protect her. He took her motionless hand in his own two hands, pulled it toward him, turned it gently, admiringly.

"You have pretty hands," he whispered. He flattened her fingers out and squeezed them together. However he adjusted her hand, it stayed that way, despite any attempts she made to resist him or to move on her own. He pressed her open palm against his own clean-shaven cheek.

"Mmmm," he sighed sensually. "Unfreeze."

She snatched her hand away from him. "Leave," she ordered. "Get out of here right now. I'll call the police!"

"Go ahead," he invited her. "Call them."

Warily, she circled around him, keeping her distance, as if heading for the phone in the kitchen. She knew he could freeze her long before she could reach it and dial, though. Her only chance, she thought, was to take him by surprise. If he'd only look away from her for a second, she just might be able to get to the door and out before he could stop her.

Look away, she pled silently, hoping for her one chance to escape. And more than that... his gaze on her was profoundly disturbing. He didn't exactly look malicious, but that lust, from someone she hardly knew...

Her chance! A siren sounded outside - not close by, but enough to distract him for a second. She didn't wait - she turned and dashed for the door. Her hand touched the knob, started to turn it--

"Freeze!" he barked, and she was helpless once more, staring fixedly at the wooden door.

"Silly girl," he teased, She could hear him approaching, then feel his hands on her bare arms. "Smart, but silly. How can you outrun my voice?"

He took her hand off the doorknob, then locked the knob, the deadbolt, and the chain. She watched out of the corner of her eye, unable even to protest as her last hope of escape vanished.

She felt his hands on her arms once more, then her vision whirled as he spun her roughly around to face him.

"You don't need to run away, though. I'm not going to hurt you. I wouldn't hurt anything as beautiful as you are."

Under other circumstances, she might have appreciated the flattery, but not now - not when she was helpless before him. She knew what he wanted from her, and she knew there wasn't anything she could do to stop him.


She took a step forward, toward him. "Get out of my home," she ordered, almost snarling.

"You don't really want me to go," he said, grinning.

"Like hell I don't!"

He took a deep breath, and let it out, ignoring her rage. "Freeze."

She could not resist, could not make the slightest motion of defense or outrage, as he approached her once more. He bent down, put his arms behind her back and her thighs, and lifted her! He carried her, like her husband had carried her over the threshhold on their wedding day, except that this time she didn't want it, didn't want it at all, but was helpless to do anything about it. He put her down again on the comfortable stuffed chair, bending her body into a seated position.

"You see, I know you," he said as he adjusted her body position. He was adjusting her legs, crossing one over the other, and not passing up the chance to feel her thighs. "I know your type. You dress in the sexiest fashions, you keep your hair done up all nice, you do your makeup just perfect, all to tease guys like me." Now he raised her left arm, bending the elbow and adjusting it. He pulled her shoulders forward, so that her arm rested across her thigh. No matter how hard she fought, he could always move her, and she stayed wherever he put her. "You smile just so, you move just right. I don't know how girls like you do it... but I know why you do it." Now he posed her right arm, bringing her hand up to her face and pulling the elbow down to a position atop her other arm. With one hand on her face and the other on her wrist, he moved her so that her chin rested lightly on the heel of her hand, while her fingertips just touched her cheek. "You do it," he continued, "because you want us just as much as we want you. You just don't want to admit it."

With a final careful adjustment of the angle of her left hand, he was done. He stepped back to admire his handiwork. She knew, to her dismay, that he had captured one of her prettiest poses, one she'd used more than once to attract - or distract - her husband. The pose showed off her long, shapely legs, and her fingertips drew attention to her smooth, unblemished face. And she knew he knew it - she knew what he was seeing as he stared at her. If she hadn't known from her own experience, she could tell from the look in his eyes. But it wasn't for him - not for this man, this stranger, who had barged into her home and takes possession of her body! And yet, not even with the strength of desperation could she so much as wiggle her little finger.

Not until he let her, anyway. After a few moments of simply admiring her from a variety of angles, he finally moved on. "Unfreeze," he said.

She stood up as quickly as she could, dropping her hands and trying to pull the ends of her skirt down to cover as much of her legs as it would. "How are you doing this to me?" she demanded.

"Does it matter?" he deflected her question. "Say it's magic. Say it's pure will. Say whatever you want... but it works, doesn't it?"

"Get out of here," she demanded.

"Get undressed."

Her eyes widened angrily. "Go to hell!"

"Still denying you want me, eh?" he said, as if casually observing that there was traffic on the freeway again. "Freeze."

She had just opened her mouth to retort when the freeze took hold of her again. He didn't miss the opportunity. She saw his face coming closer to hers, and would have flinched as his lips touched hers, had she been able to. She couldn't react, couldn't even move her tongue when she felt his reach inside her mouth, playing with her teeth and tongue. Why couldn't he leave her alone?!

Kissing her wasn't the end of his plans, and she knew it even before he began unbuttoning her shirt. "You'll admit it sooner or later," he mused, "but I'll let you keep pretending for now."

She wasn't surprised to feel his fingers fumbling between her breasts, and cool air moving against her body - fortunately not cool enough to arouse her nipples, still concealed inside her bra. Temporarily concealed, she knew. He wasn't going to stop until she was naked. She could tell. She couldn't do anything to stop him.

He moved behind her to pull the garment off her shoulders, like a doorman helping her take off a coat. He had to pull the skirt hem out of her fingers, and move her hands away from her body, but he did that as easily as if she had been made of clay. Her breasts were covered now only by the lacy black bra she'd put on earlier, planning to seduce her husband that evening. She felt his hands exploring the newly-exposed skin of her shoulders and back, and wished there were something, anything, she could do to make him stop.

"You know you like me touching you. And I know you like it that now you can't stop me. You think you have to try, I know. But now you can't. Convenient, isn't it?"

The hateful thing was that he wasn't entirely wrong. She did like his touch, with part of her mind, the part that knew nothing of propriety or loyalty or defense. She would never admit it, but masculine hands on her bare skin, even his, even now, made a very pleasant sensation...

"Unfreeze," he said.

Caught in the moment, it took a second before she realized she could move. Then she spun around and dropped her hands to cover her breasts. "Shut up! Don't you touch me. You have no idea what you're talking about."

"You don't have to deny it, you know. Not with me. With me you have no choice. Freeze."

Helpless again, she could do nothing as he slipped behind her and unlatched her bra. Now only her hands held the lacy fabric up against her breasts. At least she had that... until he firmly pulled each one away from her body. The bra stayed caught on her left hand, but her firm round bosoms were now exposed to the intruder's view.

And to his touch. He gently took her right breast in his hand, feeling its weight. She couldn't see what he was doing - she had been looking at his face when he froze her, and now stared helplessly at his chin - but she could feel his hands playing with her. A finger tickled her nipple, making it stand out from her body, and bringing a smile to the man's lips.

He went around behind her again, and wrapped his arms around her, feeling her breasts now from behind. She heard a sudden indrawn breath, and his hands left her for a moment... but when they returned, along with them came the feel of his bare, hairy chest against her smooth back, as well as his chin nuzzling her hair.

"Unfreeze," he whispered into her ear.

She tore herself away from his grasp, surprised he didn't hold her more tightly - but then, why should he? She pulled the bra back up to her breasts, hoping to cover them once more - but it wasn't going to happen.

"Freeze," he commanded, and while she was helpless he took the bra from her motionless fingers and tossed it across the room, then pulled her hands down to her sides. "Unfreeze."

"Leave me alone!" she cried, looking around wildly. She backed away as he came closer to her, grinning, silent. She realized she was backing into the bedroom - the last place she wanted him - but where else could she go? He was closing on her, toying with her, but all she could do was to run.

A sudden thought occurred to her - she grabbed for the bedroom door as she passed through it, and slammed it in the man's face. Maybe he couldn't freeze her through the door. Maybe she would have time to call someone - no, he'd hear her - or to grab a weapon? What could she use? A lamp - no, that might break - aha! A screwdriver, sitting out on the floor from where her husband had used it to replace a battery in the clock. It wasn't much, but it was the best she had. She grabbed it, and stood next to the door in wait...

"Freeze," his voice came through the door. The closed door didn't stop its effects at all. She stood like a statue as the door opened and he came in, looking around the room before spotting her right next to him.

"Oh," he said, reaching for the screwdriver. Then he raised his hand to caress her cheek instead. "Well, you might as well keep it for now. It won't help you." He closed the bedroom door, and stepped farther inside, out of her line of sight. "Unfreeze," he said.

She turned to look at him. He was too far away for her to think she might be able to attack him before he could freeze her again. There was no point in trying anymore. She dropped the screwdriver.

"You win," she admitted.

"Of course," he agreed. "I knew that before I knocked on your door."

"I hate you!!"

"That's okay."

"How do you think you're going to get away with this?" she burst out. "I know where you live. My husband will--"


He didn't even bother to say it commandingly. He just uttered the word, in the same tone he might have said "Nice weather," and her body simply refused to obey her.

"You won't tell your husband about this," he said, coming closer to her. "You won't tell anyone. What would you say? 'I let the neighbor into my apartment and used his magic powers to keep me frozen?'" Now he played with her, moving her limbs, posing her in a classic sexy dance pose. "Nobody would believe you. I wouldn't believe you. Even your husband wouldn't believe you." She stood helpless as he angled her hands and posed her arms above her head. "Even if I took pictures of you like this, they'd only show that you liked to undress for me -- whoops!" He applied his fingers to her face, spreading her lips into a smile, opening her eyes wider - making her look like she liked being where she was. "There, that's better. Who on earth would believe I'm doing anything to you against your will, seeing you standing there like a little sexpot for me?"

No! she wanted to scream. I hate you! I don't want to be here! I don't want to be smiling like this, but I can't move!!

He leaned down and kissed her helplessly smiling lips. She couldn't react, couldn't even move her tongue when she felt his reach inside her mouth, playing with her teeth and tongue. Why couldn't he leave her alone?!

And still, as much as she didn't want to admit it, a part of her was enjoying his attention. His kiss was as sensual as it was unwelcome, and she felt a stirring in her breasts and between her legs. When he pulled his lips away from her, she almost wanted them back.

Her muscles, especially her arms, were starting to get a little sore in this pose, but there was nothing she could do about it until he unfroze her. She hoped he'd do that soon.

But instead, he walked around behind her once more, and began running his fingers and hands up and down her bare back. "You know you want me," he said, and she knew it was almost true... that before he left her alone, she would want him. His hands dropped to her waist, and began playing with the button holding up her skirt. "Unfreeze," he said.

She dropped her arms at once, and moved her legs into a more comfortable pose, but this time she didn't pull away from him. What was the point? He'd only freeze her again if he wanted to. But there was one thing she really had to do...

"Yellow," she said, the prearranged signal for a minor problem. Instantly, his hands dropped away from her and he took a step back.

"What's wrong?" he asked, concerned.

"Nothing - but please don't make me stay frozen that long? My arms hurt."

"Oh, jeez, I'm sorry!"

"It's okay. I'm enjoying this, really I am!"

"Me too."

"Good. I'm ready to continue."

He pressed himself against her once more, and put his arms around her. She wiggled against him a bit, just to reassure him that all was well. "Continue, then."

"Please don't," she said, as he continued to play with her skirt buttons... he wasn't undoing them, but she knew he would when he felt like it. Especially since she could feel him poking her in the small of her back, from beneath his jeans.

"Why not?" he asked.

"Because I don't want you to!"

"So what? I can do it anyway."

"I know..." Well, she decided with a sigh, if she was going to be undressed, she might just as well do it herself. Better that than to have his hands pawing over her defenseless body. "Wouldn't you rather watch me take it off myself?"

He dropped his hands, and she turned around to face him. He was grinning again. She hated that.

"All right," he said. "Strip for me."

She'd stripped before -- for her husband. She didn't want to do for this man what she'd done for him, but maybe this way he would at least let her control her body for a little while.

She turned around and walked a little bit away from him, so he could see her better -- and also just to get some distance. Then she kicked off her shoes, belatedly realizing that would make her even smaller against the man's height. Well, it was too late now. Then she reached for the buttons of her skirt, watching the man's face. His lips twitched, as if he was about to freeze her, but he didn't. She almost wished he had, so that she wouldn't have to do what she was about to do.

But she did. She smiled hesitantly, and reached for the buttons of her skirt: three silver buttons, in a vertical line down her right thigh. She undid each one slowly. She compressed her lips between her teeth as the final button slipped out of its hole, and she bent over to take it off. She lifted her right leg out of it, then put it down, and--


Of course he'd freeze her now. She should have seen it coming. She was still looking up at him, although she was bent over at the waist with her skirt down around her left knee. He approached her and passed her, moving behind her, out of her line of sight. His hands touched her back, caressing, reaching around to fondle her dangling breasts. Her bottom pressed against his body - he wasn't going to make love to her like this, was he??

His touch receded. She heard a soft clink, and the sound of fabric sliding against fabric, as she stared helplessly at the spot he had occupied a minute ago. There was no way she could fight him. All he had to do was utter a word, and she was powerless.

"Unfreeze," he said.

She finished stepping out of the skirt before standing and turning to look at him.

He was naked, of course.

And she knew she would be, soon, as well.

He looked her up and down, taking in her fit, feminine body and the sexy bikini bottom she was wearing. As much as she hated being stared at by this stranger, she couldn't help enjoying the extent to which he was excited by her. Now that he was naked, his eyes weren't the only thing that showed his lust.

"Please don't hurt me," she asked, in a small voice.

He shook his head. "Of course not, Gisele. I'll never hurt you."

She didn't know whether she ought to believe him, but she did, a little, and that brought a small smile to her face - just in time for him to immobilize her again. "Freeze."

He looked at her thoughtfully for a moment, then seemed to make his decision. She felt his hands at her waist, his fingers tucking themselves under the waistband of her panties, his palms against her thighs as he lowered her last remaining garment. It only took a few seconds before she was truly naked before him. Without even stopping to look at her again, he lifted her helplessly once more, and this time he laid her flat on her back on the bed.

Now he took his time over her. Staring straight up at the ceiling as she was, she couldn't see him, but she could feel him at her feet, his hands touching them, almost massaging them, not at all painful, but making her want to curl her toes. He bent her feet down, pointing her toes at the wall, then moved up from there. His hands worked their way up her legs to her knees and beyond. She could hear him crawl onto the bed beside her as his touch moved up the outsides of her thighs, to her hips, then curved in to her waist. He lingered at her flat stomach, even leaning over to kiss her navel, before moving on.

She was almost glad she couldn't move now. His touch was so sensual, so erotic, that she didn't know what she would do if she could - run screaming from him, or take him in her arms and make love to him. She could feel his body against the outside of her right leg now, and her animal self longed to press her body against him... but she could not move.

Her nerves tingled electrically as his fingertips reached her breasts, but to her surprise and disappointment they didn't linger there, not even touching her now-hypersensitive nipples, just going right past them. His hair came into her line of sight an instant before she felt his questing fingers reach her face. They tickled their way up her neck, traced the lines of her jaw. One finger stroked her lightly smiling lips, while the other hand reached beneath her neck, cradling the base of her skull as he leaned down to kiss her...


With that barely-whispered word, all of her stored-up lust bursting out in an explosion of frenzied passion. She turned and reached for him, taking him in her arms, pulling his body against hers with no less energy than he showed with her.

"I knew you wanted me," he said between kisses.

"Shut up," she ordered.

He rolled her onto her back once more, pressing her down with the weight of his body. "Freeze," he commanded.

Freeze? she thought, confused for an instant before she remembered what that meant. She was helpless again, frozen with her eyes closed, her mouth gaping, her arms around him...

He rose up, spreading her arms apart helplessly, leaving them dangling in the air. She could feel him moving, feel his skin slide along her legs... feel his hands on her knees, pulling her legs apart. Was he going to...? Did she want him to...?

Did it matter if she wanted...?

Cool air struck her between the legs, and an instant later she felt a touch in her pubic hair... then lower. He was stroking her, opening her... touching her only between her legs, but touching her so good... it was impossible not to be quivering, sighing, moaning at his touch, and yet his powers kept her still...

Then he was moving again, his chest pressed against her stomach and sliding up her body. Pressure against her breasts - a light kiss on one, a longer suck on the other... lips on her own lips, a palm against her cheek... and something larger than a finger between her legs, entering her while she was helpless... he wasn't going to fuck her without letting her even move, was he?

Once inside, he stopped for a moment. Her eyes still frozen closed, she couldn't see what he was doing - but his body was all over hers, and he wasn't moving, only breathing. She welcomed the pause for a moment, although she still wished he would let her move. After a moment, she could feel his cool breath ever so lightly on her sweat-dampened face. The moment was growing too long. She needed him to do something, inside her, with or without letting her move...

When he finally spoke, it was almost a surprise, the way it broke the held moment. All he said, softly, in his wonderful whispering way, was, "You are just too beautiful, my--" He paused, then spoke in a louder tone, beginning to move as he did. "Unfreeze."

And she moved too. Against him, with him, it was all one thing, as they violently, passionately, made love.

After, they were both drained. She knew she should do something, make him leave, show her outrage, but she was too tired - and too uncertain. What did you say to a man who had just used magical powers to rape you?

He must have felt her indecision. He raised himself up on his arms, and looked down at her face. Was he going to freeze her again? Or gloat about how he was right, she really had wanted him all along? But he said nothing, just looked at her -- just as he must have been doing before they finally made love -- and then his face softened, and he said--

"Game over."

She pulled her fiance down next to her, and wrapped her arms tightly around him.

"I love you, Dawn," he said softly, holding her just as tight.

"I love you, Scott."


They lay together in bed for some time. They didn't speak, but that was okay. Love didn't always need words.

But lovers sometimes do. Even when they don't know the right ones. Scott was the first to speak.

"How... um... did you like it?"

Dawn grinned... but it wasn't her biggest grin. "Yeah, love. I liked it."


"Well... it's not really my thing. I mean, rape fantasy, sure, and it was more fun than I expected..."

"I know. Look, I'm sorry, maybe I shouldn't have--"

"No!" She looked at him directly, with her I-really-truly-mean-this expression. "Scott, I'm really glad you told me. And it doesn't change anything. I still love you - even more, now, because I know you trusted me with this - and I still want to marry you."

"Then you don't think I'm some kind of pervert?"

"Well, of course you're some kind of pervert," she laughed. "Can you imagine how boring a person would be who wasn't some kind of pervert?" And he laughed too. "Seriously, though... I mean, if you'd asked me to do this the first time we slept together, or even the tenth, it would've been really weird. But I know you, Scott. I love you and I trust you. I'd even play this game again."

"No, if you didn't like it--"

"Not every day, of course--"

"God, no!"

"--but sometimes. I can tell this is a game you like... so yes, sometimes, when we both want to, I'll play it again with you."

He kissed her then, deeply.

"Especially since..." she continued when they broke for air, the corners of her lips turning up in an embarrassed smile. Scott raised his eyebrows.

"Well, you're not the only one with unusual fantasies..."

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