Mark camped out in the abandoned food court of the underground mall. This spot was private enough to do anything he wanted, but there was always a steady trickle of people. The mall was connected through to a subway station and one of the exits was right beside a popular nightclub. So at night, the crowd usually tends to be 70% pretty young women.

No one came through for 15 or so minutes, then Mark heard the clopping of a single pair of high heels down the corridor and got ready. He positioned himself in a way maximize his exposure to her. A brunette in her mid-20s walked through. She obviously had just come out of the club. And like all the other club girls, she was incredibly sexy. She stopped in the food court to text someone.

Mark eyed the girl up and down as she leaned against the wall. He loved it when girls wore dresses this short and tight. Plus, her body was just his type - a combination of intense and delicate features all in the right places. Her tanned thighs showed just enough definition from some moderate aerobic exercise while still being so incredibly soft. Mark lost himself in her body while lounging in his seat in a way that made his bulge incredibly obvious.

At some point, the girl noticed the man blatantly leering at her. She put her phone down and made a disgusted face. And just as she was turning to leave, Mark pressed a button on the side of his sunglasses. He could see the tension in her hot body instantaneously melt away. He smirked. The girl smirked back, leaning back against the wall and bringing her leg up to eccentuate her curves. She felt her body naturally settling into this erotic form. Every part of her body the strange man stared at relaxed and softened into being just an object for his gaze, and the longer he stared, the more she felt relieved. She brushed her sandy brown hair to the side so that he could get a better look at her tits while she pretended to be on her phone. Another pedestrian alled through the corridor to pass by the food court but neither of the two payed any attention.

"Come here, sweet thing", Mark cooed.

Smiling, the sexy brunette bounded over. She got into the seat right next to him.

"Hi!"

"Hey, Sexy. What's your name?"

"Hazel, and yours?"

The girl brushed her tit against Mark's arm.

"Mark"

Suddenly, Hazel went cold.

"Wait... Did you... do something to me?"

"Yes", Mark growled, "I controlled your mind."

Hazel froze. Abject fear grew inside her. As well as a gnawing sense of violation. And then... Mark pressed the button again. And all that melted away.

"You controlled my mind..."

Hazel playfully smiled. There was lust in her voice.

"Tell me more..."

Mrk explained how the device worked while Hazel listened astutely, playfully gripping her heel. She looked like a fucktoy. So much soft healthy skin showing. She had served herself up on a gilden platter, all because... he was controlling her mind... and she was accepting every single thing he was doing to her... because she was a mind controlled fuckdoll. Mark finished his story and suggested the two go into one of the back rooms.

"Right now?", Hazel bit her finger.

Mark pressed the button again. Hazel hadn't even been resisting him. She was merely dragging out the moment for flirtatious effect. But once again, she felt a surge of calm compliance run through her body. She was lost in his control and loved every moment of it.

"Yes", Hazel sighed with all resistance in her voice gone. She was nothing but his puppet now. A hot puppet he could fuck anytime. Hazel didn't feel a single drop of free will left in her body as she let the man lead her through passages he already knew in preparation for his plot to enslave her. At last, the two came upon an old disused storage room. There was a table which Mark jumped to sit on. Before Hazel could even go to her knees, Mark pressed the button again. Hazel wobbled on her feet for a few seconds before collapsing into a cocksucking position right in front of Mark.

"So, tell me a little more about your night so far", Mark smirked.

Hazel unzipped his pants. He was bigger than she thought. She started stroking him off.

"Ok, so I was at the club, and there was this guy who wouldn't leave me alone. I wasn't feeling good so I left early."

"Too bad for him that he didn't have these glasses..."

Hazel thought about it. If that creep had the same mind-bending glasses Mark was wearing... she would have been his fuckdoll, instead of Mark's. Oh yes, her mind was so controllable that even that gross freak could have had her way with her. Hazel moaned, and without a single thought in her fried brain, Hazel gobbled up his cock. As she sucked, she put her hand on her thigh. She felt up her sexy body - his body now. A body she had no control over anymore. Her mind was too soft and malliable. Hazel could vaguely taste precum leaking down her throat. Her mind relaxed even more. This was all so hot. Hazel went faster. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Mark rummaging through her purse. She felt a moment of consternation before Mark pressed the button again. Hazel instantly melted back into being an unresisting hot piece of flesh.

"Hazel Gale Illingdon... April 2nd, 2001... so 25... 204-13 Cole St..."

Mark mentally jotted her down on his list of fucktoys. He had so many hot girls gladly servicing his sexual needs. Any time, anywhere.

At last, Mark finished in her mouth. The mind controlled minx happily swallowed every last drop. The two took at minute to catch their breaths. Getting so much action, Mark hardly had a refractory period anymore.

"So, did you like being my hot little fuckpuppet?"

"Yesss", Hazel grinned, "I love it when you take all my worries away so I can be a better fucktoy for you."

"I always make sure to take good care of my fuckdolls' emotional needs", Mark smirked.

Yes,  Hazel thought, you take great care of them by taking them away. She let out a soft grunt.

"Thank you", Hazel smiled. She could tell Mark was already hard again.

"Hey pretty girl, I wanna see you naked"

Mark pressed the button again. Without any resistance, every piece of clothing Hazel was wearing fell to the ground. Mark had never seen a body so perfect. He let Hazel just pose naked for him for a bit as his cock grew harder.

"Now, we fuck"

Hazel couldn't wait a single second longer. She came up to Mark and stripped his shirt off.

"Not in here, but out there."

Mark pointed to the door. There are cameras out there, Hazel thought. She froze in fear for a second before Mark pressed the button again. And then, without a single fiber of resistance in her naked body, Hazel led Mark out the door. At these hours, the only person watching the cams was the security man, who he had a good relationship with. He was fat balding middle aged man and he loved seeing Mark bring the hottest girls back here to fuck.

"Here"

Mark pointed to a chair a the corner of the hallway. Two cameras from different angles faced the scene. Hazel bent down over the chair. Her heels were planted firmly and far apart, her long legs were straight, and her fine ass was high in the air. Mark hut his hand on her ass with his thumb trailing along the edge of her pussy.

"Give the security guard a little show, Hazel"

Mark pressed the button and felt Hazel's hot body shudder. She slapped her other asscheek and smiled, staring right into the camera. Then, Mark slipped his cock out and fucked her. He wanted the guard to see everything - the exhiliration of surrender on her face, the perfect arch of her back, and fine tone of her hot thighs. Mark knew that there were stashes of these tapes in the security room that he always went back to watch again later.

"You love being on tape, Hazel, don't you?"

Mark pressed the button again. A resistanceless yes spilled from her mouth.

"Then prove it. Give us the best show you'll ever give in your life."

Hazel grinned as she leaned deeper into her fuckdoll stance. Yes, she absolutely will.