[ENF] The dream flute

[darkwarriorkane]

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?

[Divides]

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 ^_^.

[darkwarriorkane]

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 It would be longer but I am very tired. Next will be better)

[nickzilla22]

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

[cerindclvr]

loving it!
please continue!!!

[darkwarriorkane]

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)

[darkwarriorkane]

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

[Isakij1983]

Фантастика

[darkwarriorkane]

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

[nickzilla22]

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