The dream flute
 

It had been a day like any other for me. I had just finished another shift of flipping burgers at the local McDonalds. On this night our closing crew was small. Ashley, a small girl about five feet 5 inches tall with long blond hair tied up into a ponytail. She had a slender build and was almost albino white. Patricia, a girl about the same height as Ashley only a little heavier and busty unlike Ashley. She was one of my best friends and was a self described half and half or as she now calls it an Obama. Last but not least was our Manager Ginger. She was nearly six feet tall and in great shape, DD breast contained under a very tight black button up blouse. Needless to say it was hard to focus on the job when she was around.

On this night after we had finished cleaning I noticed Ashley and Patricia were standing by the back drive through window whispering together. I knew they had spend the entire shift dogging Ginger's every move and I assumed they didn't like her much. I walked up to them and they both stopped talking and looked over to me.

"What's up boo? You done?" Patricia said.
"Yeah, just finished up behind the grills, what you whispering about?" I asked wondering what these two could be up to.
"Oh I know your gonna love this." Ashley said turning to face me. "Remember how Ginger got Ernest fired?" she asked. This statement hit me with such force it nearly made me stumble. Of course I remembered Ernest was my mentor, and my best friend, he had taught me everything I knew about cooking.
"Yes, I wish we could do something to get even." I said rage filling me at the fact that as a manger we were pretty much powerless to get even other than just quiting.
"Yeah we figured you'd say that." Patricia said reaching down the front of her blouse and pulling out a small metallic flute. It almost looked like liquid metal and it seemed to flow while retaining it's shape.
"What the hell is that?" I said taking a step back. Patricia seemed to see fear in my eyes and quickly spoke.
"Don't know but the guy who gave it to me said it would help with my problem." in her voice was a calm bit of confidence that eased my worry about the devise.

She played a few notes that sounding almost like Bach or maybe Beethoven either way I heard the bosses chair slide out of place. I turned to see it had toppled over and Ginger was now on her feet looking very confused. Pat and Ash laughed to themselves as I stared at the flute wondering if that thing could really control another person.

Patricia began to play again and Ginger began to dance. Her arms moved back and forth and legs kicked she even dipped but the look on her face said clearly she wasn't in control anymore.
"What the fuck is happening to me!" she screamed and I could tell she wasn't happy but really would you be? Patricia stopped playing and Ginger stopped dancing.

"Ok, I guess you don't like it controlling you." She said begining to turn a dial at end of the flute. I saw it was set on a human shape and she turned it to what looked like a suit of clothes. Suddenly the flute began to play on it's own which seemed to shock even Patricia and Ashley. Ginger's eyes widened as the top button of her blouse came undone. She grabbed the front desperate to hold it together as more buttons came undone.

By button three her white bra came into view and I was to shocked to move or do anything that might disrupt what I was seeing. Button by button popped apart however the usual vocal Ginger didn't even make a sound and part of me wondered if this was the magic of the flute or just shock over coming her. Finally the last button came undone and Ginger fought and unseen force for her shirt but slowly mover of her skin came into view and more of her bra encased breast were revealed to my eyes. Once free of her grasp the shirt flew behind Patricia as if summoned by the flute.

In one motion I saw the belt around Ginger's pants unbuckle and fly to join the blouse now floating just behind Patricia. Ginger looked down just in time to see her pants unzip and slide down her legs to her knees. Her panties were white just like her bra and did let a squeek of shock and embarrassment escape her lips as she bend down to catch her pant. Sadly for her bending forward gave her pants the moment they needed and they shot out from under her knocking her to the ground.

Her shoes and socks flew off next with little effort as she was laying down and I was i shock. The manager I had fantasied about for months was laying in front of me in her little white bra and panties. Suddenly the flute stopped playing and Patricia took back the devise.

I looked at her but didn't speak. In my head I was screaming. No that can't be the end.

To be Continued?

Interesting start. A quick spell check would have made it a bit easier to read, but other than that, I really liked it. The story has some interesting potential, and the chapter was short, sweet, and to the point. Keep it up ^_^.

Chapter two
 

Patricia looked at me and my pleading eyes must of made an impression. She dropped the flute. In midair it stopped and began playing again. Ginger, who had begun to stir, now opened her eyes so wide I half expected them to fall out of her skull. In a flash her hand went to her breast holding onto to each cup of her large white bra. From behind her I could hear a pop as the hook had come apart and was slowly forcing it's way down her arms. She looked at Patricia with a look of sheer desperation as the bra continued it's fight for freedom.

To me the world seem to slow down. My brain was taking in every moment as each new inch of flesh was absorbed by my eyes and I hungered form more. She cried out again as the left cup slipped from her grasp however with her hand still fastened upon her breast my desire to see them was unfulfilled. Now nearly in tears she clutched her bra or what was left of it. Then suddenly she seemed to give in as the right cup flew away and just stood there holding her now naked chest and yet to my surprise she did not run away.

Ginger glared at the flute as if she were cursing the thing when, just as it had before, it stopped playing and Patricia caught it.

"What are you playing at?" Ginger asked sounding more shocked than angry despite the dirty look on her face.
"You humiliated our friend." I shouted stepping toward her. "Did you really think nothing would happen?" I added, though I never expected we'd get this level of vengeance.

"So what do I try to make it to my car before you sick that damn flute on me again?" Ginger said.
"I'm hoping you won't. You flaunt that body enough that even I want to see it." Ashley answered.

Ginger closed her eyes and with a tone of voice that clearly was defeated she said.
"Then just do it."

I looked hopefully at Patricia who indeed let loose the flute once again.

To be Continued
(Hopefully this time the spell check caught everything :D It would be longer but I am very tired. Next will be better)

Nice
 

I know what I want for Christmas this year...

loving it!
please continue!!!

Chapter three

As the flute began to play again Ginger's courage seem to die, I now realize she was bluffing, hoping we wouldn't be having fun unless she was giving us the reaction we wanted. She turned and ran toward the front counter as an invisible hand seem to take the waistband of her panties and jerk them down to her knees in the back while she pulled with all her strength at the front. This tug of war halted her retreat. She didn't dare move for fear of losing her last covering.

I watched in silence as I saw her continue to battle the unseen foe intend on revealing her final charm and I was hypnotized. With each patch of flesh revealed I seemed to be going under the spell unable to speak for fear of waking from what I was sure must be a dream. I was brought back to the action but the sound of tearing fabric and I realized with glee that she was about to lose.

Torn pieces of white cloth flew past my head and Ginger just stood there. It was as if she had been turned to fleshy stone. I had never seen a more radiant beauty and I drank in the sight. She turned to face us. She covered herself as best she could but patches of red hair could clearly be seen.

"Are you happy now?" She asked in a low tone.
"No. Not yet." Patricia said.
"Not by a long shot." Ashley added.

The flute had fallen to the ground and no one seemed concerned about it so I quickly pocketed it as Ashley and Patricia took off. Ginger realized the danger and ran. The jiggle was mesmerizing and I watched the girls surround Ginger. She went to punch Patricia however she was slow and Patricia caught her hand and Ashley quickly grabbed her other.

Kick and fighting Ginger was brought back to the grill area. Patricia and Ashley pulled her through the back up to the back door. Now realizing they were taking her outside she fought with renewed vigor but she was no use against the two younger stronger women. Once outside her fighting stopped. Clearly she was terrified the sound of a struggle might bring people to see her and she was already beat red from the thought.

"Mike, bring me the rope." Ashley shouted and it took me a moment to find it. We had used it to hold the freezer door shut and as I grabbed it it was ice cold.

I brought Ashley the rope and saw that she and Pat were holding Ginger in place at the drive inn menu board. I took the arm Ashley had been holding and Watched as she tired Ginger's ankles together and then hooked the rope to the center bar of the menu board. She then hooked the arm Patricia was holding and finally the arm I had restrained.

"Please, don't leave me like this." Ginger pleaded.
"Maybe this will teach you what happens when you wrong someone." Ashley said and I could tell she had prepared that line some time ago.

The three of us turned to leave and the girls piled into there ride and drove off. I meanwhile turned around and headed back to the menu board. I still had some fun to be had. Plus I still had the flute. AS I walked toward her she cried out.

"Thank you."

I knew she wouldn't be thankful for long plus I still had the flute which I'm sure had a few untested power.

The End

(This is based of a dream I've had several times, not in this detail of course and I added in the ending because I'm pretty sure that's what I would do. What did ya think. I've attacked a photo of Ginger (fully clothed sadly) so you can see what she looks like)

That is high praise indeed sir. Thank you and as Jigsaw once said. "My work will continue."

Ôàíòàñòèêà :)

Chapter four
 

As I walked back toward Ginger my mind lurched all around me fell away and I was left in a silver cell of sorts. In the far corner was an old man clad in what looked like golden plate armor. He had a long grey beard and black glasses on his face. He looked tired, very tired, yet pleased as he gazed on me.

"Mortal, you have come to me because of a feeling I felt in your heart."
"What do you mean?" I asked terrified.
"Your victim Ginger, you were planning on letting her go?" he asked as if he knew the answer.
"Yes, well after a while." I said looking down. "I wasn't going to do anything....like that." I added sensing that he had the wrong impression.
"I know, you are the first man to hold my flute and yet still have compassion."
"Your flute?" I said
"Yes I am the first master of the flute of dreams. I have never released control over it which is why it plays on it's own."
"So then what now?" I asked.
"You have proven yourself a better man than even you know, you saw a woman you have lusted over for months bound naked for you and yet your heart was not willing to violate her. Many men would not do the same. As such I am going to release the flute into your power completely."

I looked at him unaware of exactly what that meant. Suddenly a small leather book appeared in my hand and I was back in the parking lot.

Opening this tome sent a wave of knowledge into my head and I knew each and every power this flute had. Clearly some time had passed since my trip into the silver cell. Ginger was covered in dew and the sun was nearly up.

Quickly I untied her rope and she flung herself at me wrapping me in a hug.

"I knew you wouldn't leave me like that." she said suddenly remembering she was naked. With a little squeak she covered herself and backed slowly toward the back door. "What happened to you?" she asked once her back touched the wall.

"I don't know." I said unsure as to why Ginger wasn't furious over the events of the night before. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the flute which had turned bright gold. Fumbling with the dial I found a suit of clothes and the flute began to play.

Ginger looked more shocked than ever as her lost bra and panties reformed on her body, followed by the rest of her lost clothes. She flung herself toward me again so happy.

"I knew you were just playing along. Thank god the camera's were out." she said.
"Yes the only people who know are me and you now. When the flute came into my possession it wiped the memories of Ashley and Patricia." I said not really knowing how I knew this.

"I assume your going to just let me forget about this then?" she asked hopefully.
"No, the reason for this attack was just in a way. You had a lesson to learn but I think you've learned it." I said.

"So I can just go, no more attacks?" she asked.
"Maybe later." I said with a smirk and she blushed brightly. "Go on home Ginger, as much as I would enjoy it I will not force myself on you. Besides I have work to do, and lessons to teach."

Ginger grabbed her clothes tightly and I held out my hand.

"No, you have learned your lesson for now Ginger, however humiliation is a power teaching tool. I know understand I must use this flute to show your kind the error of there ways."

I walked off leaving my old life behind. I was no longer Mike the grill man. I was simply the teacher.

To be Continued

Hmmm
 

Why dose stuff like this never happen to me... great stuff

The Revenge of Ted
 

(From now on these stories will no longer be from the first person perspective)

It had been nearly two months since Michael had received the dream flute. He had a grand vision of what to do with it, however he was afraid. More of what he might become if he used this power, than of the power itself. He had left his job and his home and was living under a bridge downtown. On this day however he stood up and took the flute in his hand. His fear was gone or at least replaced with the same sense of purpose he had two months ago when he took up the flute. He knew he had been given this power and to not use it was pathetic.
In a flash the devise had taken him to a college campus. It was much colder than it had been in his town telling him he was much further north. He looked down to see he was in a uniform of sorts. He had a black mask over the top of his face and a black leather coat that he thought made him look a bit like a cross between Zorro and Neo from The Matrix. He looked around and saw several dorms that all looked exactly the same. Each was two stories high and made of red and brown bricks. Behind him was the main building which he knew had most of the classes in it. He caught sight of something just outside the third dorm that confused him. It was a young man who had clearly had a rough night.
He was handcuffed and only wearing a jockstrap. Michael held up his flute and clothes the boy. He then removed the handcuffs. The boy backed away from Michael terrified.
"Easy boy, I'm not here to hurt you. Who did this to you?" He asked. The boy seemed to relax and sat down on the curb nearby.
"Well it was the girls in dorm three. They called me in to fix a broken light and it got bad real quick."
"Sounds like I was brought here for a reason." Michael said to himself. "Go home boy. I'll take it from here."
"Two things, one my name is not boy. Two if you’re looking to get them I want to help."
Michael thought about this for a minute. He wasn't sure it was safe allowing someone else to witness his powers. He didn't want word to spread. Then again this boy had earned a little payback.
"Alright, you want in I'll go you one better." Michael said as a glow over took the boy's body. "For the moment you have a small fraction of my power. Go forth and have some fun." Michael said. The boy turned to leave and stopped in his tracks. Michael knew his question even before he asked it. "Don't worry the power will tell you how to use it. Just remember your teaching these girls a lesson, I did not give you this power to get you laid." Michael said.
The boy ran off however he turned once again to face Michael.
"Thank you sir, my name is Ted by the way." He called. Michael could have sworn he had heard stories about a man named Ted but thought to himself it had to be coincidence.

Ted slipped into dorm three and found all three girls sitting around their living room laughing it up about there night with Ted. The first was Amanda; she was a blonde haired woman who was a little older than the other two. She was slender and clearly athletic. She took pride in her form and worked out nearly twenty four hours a day to keep in perfect shape. Then there was Reba, who had deep black hair and was a very curvy woman. Her breast were the size of the other two girls heads. She was always shy about them. Then there was Jessica, the ring leader. She was a heavier gal than her friends but the kind of heavy girl who was still hot if you know what I mean. She was taller than the other two and had mousy brown hair.
Ted was giddy as he leaped over the couch and landed in their midst. They three tried to stand but found they couldn't move. Each looked terrified as they began to realize it was Ted holding them in place.
"Not so fun when the man controls you eh girls." he said as he walked over to the still broken light socket from the night before. "From this day forward you girls are gonna treat men with respect and dignity. If you even think about doing anything like you did to me again there will be dire consequences." he said lifting his hands into the air releasing his hold on them.
The girls didn't move for a moment save for their heads which turned back and forth as if looking for something besides Ted that had been holding them down.
"You really think you can bust in here and give us commands!" Amanda yelled leaping from her seat however she suddenly turned around and bend over the couch sticking her ass in the air. "What the hell are you doing?" she screamed as she found herself unable to move.
"You clearly were having a naughty thought." Ted said. "Reba why don't you help her out." he added as Reba stood up and walked over to Amanda.
"Oh my god why and I listening to you?" Reba screamed as she took hold of Amanda's shorts and pulled them down to her knees. Ted laughed to himself as Amanda was wearing little girly panties with small rainbows all over them.
"I though once you turned eighteen you were supposed to wear real underwear." he said as Reba removed them as well exposing Amanda's very toned ass. Jessica was to terrified to move and in her head only the phrase don't think could be heard.
"Your not gonna get away with this." Reba said as she gave Amanda another swat to the ass. Amanda had gone silent other than the occasional whimper and after about twenty shots Reba stopped and Amanda was back in control of herself. She quickly redressed however she stood rather than sitting down.
"Amanda you came in halfway through what was happening to me. Your lesson is over. Go home and never speak of this again. But remember no more naughty thoughts.” Ted said. Amanda practically ran from the house and slammed the door behind her. Reba had taken a seat next to Jessica and both were speechless. "Now what should I do with you two." Ted asked.
The answer came in the form of a bus pulling up outside the dorm. Ted knew this was the football team coming home from an away game. "Reba I have decided your punishment." Ted said and without another word she was off the couch and heading for the door.
"What are you gonna make me do?" she asked but he just gave her a look that said wait and see. The scene outside was one of chaos as nearly forty football players had unloaded from the bus. Reba stopped about ten feet outside the house.
"Hey look its "Real big tits"." shouted one of them. This was Reba's nickname and it embarrassed her to no end. The team seemed to crowd around her as she much to even her own surprise began to lift her top. Everyone went silent save for her.
"Please don't make me do this!" she cried out as she tossed her white blouse to the crowd of men all around her. Ten considered ending this but then remembered the video of him up at dailymotion and who know how many other websites by now and decided fuck it.
She reached behind her back and things seemed to slow down. A click rang out letting them all know the bra had come undone. The team was already pulling out their phones to capture this moment forever. She let the bra drop and the sounds of camera click was deafening. The cold air hardened the nipples at once and she wanted nothing more than to cover them up. After about ten minutes Ted released her and she quickly redressed and headed for home. Red faced and soon to be an internet sensation. Ted then released his hold over the football team. He didn't want a lesson to turn into a gang ****.
"Guess that just leaves you Jessica." He said as she burst into tears.
"Please don't do this. I'm sorry we did those things to you but please not that." she said sobbing into his shoulder. Ted was angry but he still had a heart. He had known Jessica since kindergarten and at that moment he released her from his power.
"I should have known you were too weak to finish the job." Michael said walking into the front door. Ted was instantly stripped of his power and Michael turned to face Jessica. "You better start running slim." he said. In a flash she was out the door and running down the sidewalk toward dorm number six. "You boy might want to watch this." Michael said to the football team still standing outside. He turned his hand toward Jessica and made a fist.
She stopped and turned around. Her shoes flew out from under her knocking her to the ground. Her pants slide down her legs and flew up to the sky. She was able to get a hold of her panties at her knees however her shirt took this moment to fly down her arms. She was now visible embarrassed fighting with her own clothes. Within a few seconds she was down to a black sheer bra. She covered herself and screamed. Now nearly naked she again ran for dorm six. Her bra popped off mid stride but she refused to stop. She reached the door and found it locked. Michael and the football players had reached her by now.
"Boys look take pictures. Upload her to facebook if you like. However get to close to her and I promise you will get burned." Michael said as the crowd surrounded Jessica. She was never so embarrassed in her entire life. Michael looked back one last time at the carnage he had created and saw a small line of smoke rising from dorm number six.
"I warned them." he said with a smirk vanishing.