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The Futa's Mind-Controlling Panties Chapter 9: Futa's Mind-Controlling Mistake

The Futa's Mind-Controlling Panties

Chapter Nine: Futa's Mind-Controlling Mistake

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2020

Note: Thanks to Alex for beta reading this!

Chloe Quick

Panic swept through me. Sasha Ford, a new dickgirl, was atop Kendall, poised to take the Black girl's virginity. I was saving Kendall's virginity for the amazing Mildred. The original futa deserved to get Kendall's cherry, not Sasha.

Sasha should understand that.

My mind-control powers weren't working on Sasha, either. She was disobeying me, pushing her dick against Kendall's cherry. She hadn't broken through the Black girl's hymen, yet, but how long would that membrane hold. I had to think.

“Don't let her take her cherry!” I gasped. “Kendall, resist!”

“Get off of me!” Kendall gasped and thrashed.

“Really?” Sasha moaned and sat up while Mrs. Solomon and Ms. Lyon, Kendall's mother, broke from their own embrace. They rushed at Sasha as she sat up. “You're really cock-blocking me, Chloe.”

“She's for Mildred!” I clutched the two boxes of Hawaiian pizza, my appetite evaporating.

Mrs. Solomon and Ms. Lyon seized Sasha. Brassy-brown hair swished about the twenty-year-old futa's head as the two mature beauties pulled her back. Kendall sat up and glared at Sasha. My fellow futa shook her head.

“I'm not going to fuck her if she doesn't want me to,” Sasha muttered. “You can let me go.”

“Ms. Chloe?” asked Ms. Lyon. The Black woman gave me a questioning look.

“Hold onto her,” I said. “Why would you want to deny Mildred the chance to pop her cherry? Don't you think she's the most amazing futa in the world?”

“Er, yeah, of course,” Sasha said. She gave a laugh. “I just got carried away.”

I gave her a suspicious look. “When did you get your panties? I thought Mildred gave me the first pair.”

“Yeah, it was after you left. I mean, how else did I know to come here?” She flashed me this smile. It looked innocent, but... Sasha was kind of a prankster in the neighborhood. She got into trouble a lot. “She thought the boy shorts were perfect for me, and so she made me into a futa.”

I glanced down at her girl-dick thrusting from her crotch, her hairless balls swinging beneath them. She did have one. And the panties. “But you knew that Kendall was for Mildred, and you tried to take her cherry. Aren't you under Mildred's mind-control like I am?”

“Yep.” Sasha nodded. “Totally am. So, let's have some Hawaiian pizza. It's my favorite.”

She was lying.

I set the pizza boxes down, so angry with her. I looked around and spotted my phone. I grabbed it off the end table and sent a text to my mom. “Sasha Ford is a futa and has her own mind-control panties. Did Mildred give them to her?”

“So, you going to let me go?” Sasha asked.

“Maybe,” I said. “Let me just hear back from Mildred. I don't trust you. You're up to something. You pretended to be under my mind-control powers, you're lying about loving Hawaiian pizza, and you tried to steal ...