Brave New Interviewer
Entry 7: The G Files
Don’t read this if you’re under 18 and don’t try this at home. Enjoy.
I’m not usually one for big Hollywood parties but a chance to mingle with the stars is
always good. One never knows who you can meet for a fun night. It’s nice to get some quick
comments for sound bite things for magazines and of course, I’m always on the lookout for a
beautiful woman I could spend the night with. In this case, the woman in question was someone I
I had made my rounds around the large mansion and was
standing on the outdoor balcony,
enjoying the terrific view when I felt a chill along my back and the hairs on my neck standing on
edge, the telltale sign that another controller was around. I turned around and stared in surprise at
the woman before me.
"Nice evening," Gillian Anderson said as she stepped forward. She looked terrific in a
stylish black dress, her red hair framing that beautiful face, much more at ease than she appeared
to be on "The X-Files." She nodded at me and took a sip from her drink. "Surprised?"
"A bit," I said. "It’s not totally unexpected, though. I’ve met a few celebrities with the
"Really? Anyone I know?"
"Melissa Joan Hart, for one."
"Really?" Gillian asked in surprise. "I never would have guessed."
"Few do," I shrugged. "So, how long have you had the gift?"
"Only a few years," Gillian shrugged as she moved alongside me.
I was surprised. Usually, the "gift" manifested itself in the late teens. It wasn’t unheard of
for it to be dormant into adulthood but rarely so late as with Gillian. "How did it happen?"
She glanced over at me. "Now therein hangs a tale," she said. She raised an eyebrow.
"Got a place we can talk?"
My home wasn’t too far from the party, a convenience I was looking forward to. Gillian
hadn’t talked much on the drive back and I decided not to press her. I led her into my house and
allowed her to look around it. "Nice place," she said, nodding her head.
"I make a good living," I replied as I led her to the living room.
"And you get a few ‘donations’ from some of your interviewees?" Gillian said dryly.
I shook my head. "I don’t do that. Tempting, but I don’t. Believe me, I’m rewarded
anyway." I made my way towards the small liquor cabinet. "Want a drink?"
"No, thanks," she replied, sitting on the couch. I walked over and sat next to her, trying to
figure out how to start. I needn’t have worried.
"It was about three years ago," Gillian began. "The show was starting to take off, the
movie was in the works and I was beginning to realize how big a fan base I had. I didn’t really
care much except getting the work done and raising my daughter. Unfortunately, someone had
Gillian’s Tale 1
Shooting for the day had just ended and I was headed back to my trailer. Piper was with a
nanny and I was looking forward to a weekend off with her, a break from the whole daily grind.
I’m sure you’ve heard how bad it could be and let me tell you, it is. It’s only one of the strains that
got put onto my marriage.
Anyway, I was entering my trailer, already pulling off my suit jacket, already making plans
for the weekend when I heard the voice speak. "Hello, Gillian." I spun around to see a man sitting
in a chair inside my trailer. He was a pretty nondescript guy, balding head, regular suit, pretty
much the kind of guy you’d pass on the street without looking at twice. He was holding
something in his hand, something I couldn’t really make out. At the moment, I was a little too
pissed to think about that.
"Who the hell are you? How the hell did you get in here?"
"Not many places I can’t get into," the man said, standing up and smiling at me. "I’m a
huge fan, Ms. Anderson. Both of the show and yourself."
"Well, thank you very much, if you leave your name, I’ll get you an autograph. Now
please get out before I call security."
"Oh, I think we can dispense with that formality," he said as he raised his hand up and a
strange pendant fell out of it. It was a green disc-shaped pendant with a weird spiral design on it.
He held it in front of my face and he whispered something I couldn’t hear. I just stared at him, not
sure what the hell he was trying to do. "What is this?"
"Something to make you more compliant, Gillian," he said. "Just stare at the pendant and
I laughed at him, then I made the biggest mistake of my life. I looked right at the pendant
as I spoke to him. "Look, buddy, just because I act on a show where anything weird can happen,
you can’t expect me to believe that waving that thing in front of my eyes could do anything
to…me…." I could feel my voice drain away as I looked at the pendant. The spiral design was
moving. The thing was moving and I couldn’t take my eyes away from it, I couldn’t concentrate
on it, I couldn’t do anything. All I could do was stare at the spiral and I could feel my will
draining away. There was a tiny part of me that was aware of what was going on, was aware of
my will being drained and I was falling under some kind of spell, but couldn’t do anything about
it. "Kneel, Gillian," I heard the man say and I felt myself go to my knees, still staring at the
"You are my slave, Gillian. I am your Master. Say it."
"I am your slave. You are my Master." I can’t tell you how sick I felt saying that but I
couldn’t do anything about it. All I could do was sit there, mindless as he moved over towards me.
He unzipped himself and his cock popped out. It was hard, right there and then and he told me
to….he told me to…..
Gillian’s narrative broke off as she burst into tears and fell onto my shoulder. I held her
gently as she cried, not wanting to break into this moment. I knew she was reliving the greatest
trauma of her life and that couldn’t be easy. "You don’t have to tell me," I said. "Just let it out, all
right? Try to let it all out."
"I’m sorry," Gillian said. She looked up at me, makeup stained by tears and shook her
head. "I’ve never really talked about it with anyone. I thought I had it under control, I thought I
could handle all the feelings, but….."
"It’s all right," I said. I moved over and pulled a couple of Kleenex out of a box and
offered them to her. She blew her nose with one, then became still as I wiped at her streaked
makeup with the other. "You don’t have to tell me anything about it that you don’t want to," I
said. "I’m sorry you had to go through that."
"Some people might call that hypocritical," Gillian said as she wiped at her face.
"I’ve never done slave stuff," I said empathically. "I tap into women’s actual desires, their
actual wants, I don’t make them mindless puppets."
Gillian looked at me with new respect in her eyes. "You do care about them, don’t you?"
"I’m not a saint," I assured her. "But I don’t think we have the right to totally rewrite a
person’s personality. A few hours of fun is okay but turning them into servants for a lifetime is
just wrong, I don’t care who you are."
She looked at me for a long moment, those beautiful eyes of hers feeling like they were
staring right into my soul. Apparently, she liked what she saw there because the next thing I
knew, she was kissing me on the mouth, pushing me back on the couch as she ran her hands along
my back. I was going to say something when she sat on top of me and pulled her dress over her
head. One look at her incredible breasts silenced any objections in my mind. I felt her kick off her
shoes, then mine, then lay back on top of me, kissing me again, her breasts rubbing against my
shirt. She reached down and ripped my shirt open, buttons flying everywhere. She moved down
and kissed my chest, her hands running around my body as I put my hands through that terrific
Before I knew it, my pants and underwear were down and Gillian was putting herself onto
my rigid cock. She shifted herself back and forth on my cock, her breasts bouncing with each
movement. My hands went to her breasts, holding them in my hands as she rode me. Gillian
moaned as I pinched her tits, her pussy shifting on my cock as she tried to take me inside her. She
moved herself back on my body as I thrust myself in her, those gorgeous breasts tight in my
hands. It had been a long time since a woman had given herself willingly to me and I’d forgotten
just how incredible it was. Our cries echoed in the house as we orgasmed, Gillian arching back
before collapsing onto me, our energies spent for the moment.
"God, I needed that," Gillian said as she lay on top of me. "The whole memories thing just
drove me crazy."
"Always happy to provide solace," I said. "If it’s not too much to ask, what happened?
Gillian sighed as she stroked my chest absently, her memories returning. "What he made
me do…..if I had one wish it would be to erase everything he made me do. Let’s just say that he’s
not as pleasant when it comes to sex as you are. I don’t know which was sicker, that he could
make me do such things or that he was capable of thinking them up in the first place. What I can
tell you is what happened when I woke up. When I changed."
I found myself in a strange room, wearing a bizarre leather getup that left my breasts and
pussy exposed. It took me a moment to realize I was awake. Then the memories hit me. The
memories of what I’d been made to do. Oh, god, it took every ounce of strength I had not to be
sick. I felt overwhelmed, shame and disgust flooding me, filling my body, I wanted to fight it, I
wanted to figure out some way to stop it. Then it happened.
It was incredible. Suddenly, my mind felt so
alive at once. I felt more alive, more powerful than I ever had before. I suddenly knew what I
could do. And I knew exactly who I could do it to first.
I looked at the bed and I saw him. Lying there, a big grin on his fat face. I wanted to kill
him, I wanted to fry his brain. Somehow, I managed to keep my anger in check. I knew I had to
do something else first.
I reached down and slapped his face, waking him instantly. He glanced up at me and I
could see the confusion in his eyes, wondering how I could be awake and angry when he didn’t
command it. I put my hand to his forehead and spoke both with my mouth and with my mind.
I saw him stop, saw his eyes widen and glaze over and knew I had him under my control. I
paused a moment to once again fight the urge to kill him, then spoke. "You will answer all my
questions honestly and do whatever I say. Do you understand?"
"Yes," he said softly and I could see the compliance in his eyes.
"How many women have you used this pendant on?"
"138," he said. I was surprised both by the number and by the fact that he could remember
them all. I put my anger aside and began to command him. "When I leave, you will dress and
begin to go on a quest to find every woman you’ve ever used this pendant on. You will repair the
damage you’ve done to each woman. However you’ve hurt them, you’ll make restitution. And
then, you’ll dedicate the rest of your life to helping women with trauma. Set up a clinic, donate
money, I don’t care. But you will spend the rest of your life trying to make lives easier for
women. You will not control them at all. If you even have the temptation of controlling them,
you’ll feel an incredible pain in your balls, an excruciating pain that won’t go away until the
temptation does. Because of this, you will never control a woman again. Never."
"I check up on him from time to time," Gillian said. We were in my bed after another
incredible love-making session, the sheets wrapped around us, Gillian curled in my arms. "He’s
done what I’ve asked, set up a clinic in Los Angeles for battered women. He’s kept his nose clean
and I know he won’t disobey me."
"Sounds like your gift lay dormant until the controlling set it off," I said, stroking her hair.
"Wish it’d been sooner," Gillian shrugged. "But I can’t complain now. The gift’s been
good, although I don’t really use it. It does make getting some companionship easier."
"David?" I said, raising an eyebrow.
Gillian chuckled. "No, although I can’t blame you. No, he’s just a friend, that’s all.
Despite what’s on screen, I’ve never felt anything like that for him. Besides, it just doesn’t seem
right, with Tea and his baby now. I could never get comfortable with that. However, there were
some people I could try it on……"
It was about six months after….the encounter….that I was shopping alone in Los Angeles.
I was killing time in a local bookshop, the sci-fi section of all places. I was looking through a few
authors when I heard a small voice behind me. "Excuse me? Miss Anderson?"
I turned around to see a man who could barely be out of his teens. Slicked-back black
hair, pants, striped shirt, glasses, the kind of guy you’d expect to see at any sci-fi convention. He
smiled at me and held up a piece of paper. "I’m sorry," he said softly. "My name’s Marvin and
I’m such a big fan of the show, I couldn’t believe it when I saw you here, I’ve always wanted to
meet you, I’m sorry, I’m babbling, I just
"It’s okay," I said as I took the pen and paper and signed my name. I looked at this young
man, at the way my very presence fluxxomed him and I suddenly had an urge to help him. I
looked him in the eye and put my hand to his forehead. "Relax," I said and watched his body
slump slightly before me. "Marvin, I want you to answer all my questions. Have you ever made
love to a woman before?"
"No," he said softly.
"Have you ever been on a date before?"
"Have any girls asked you out before?"
"No. They’ve laughed at me."
"Do you have an apartment nearby, Marvin?"
"Yeah. Just off the college."
"Take me there, Marvin. Take me there and I’ll show you how a woman should be
For the next few hours, I showed him how to make love to a woman. I’ll admit I don’t go
for a lot of variety, but I think I did enough to help him be confident in love-making. After his
initial nervousness, he was actually pretty good. He just needed to be showed the ropes.
After the last session, I put him back under my control and gave him some commands.
"Marvin, you will remember everything of what has occurred here today. You will remember all
of our love-making but you will not tell anyone of it. You will find yourself unable to tell anyone
at all about this. You will remember this and use it as a booster for your confidence, Marvin, you
will feel much more confident about women, Marvin, you will feel incredibly confident about
yourself with women. No more nervousness, Marvin, you will be confident about yourself and
about your life. And this afternoon is what changed it for you."
"Aren’t we the little Samaritan," I said after hearing her tale. Gillian just shrugged.
"I think using the gift for such base reasons is a little selfish. I’d like to help others with it,
if I can."
"I see," I said. "So, what about us?"
"I don’t know," she said, biting her lip. "I’m not really ready for a major relationship right
now and something tells me you’re not the type of guy who’d settle down with one woman."
"You’ve got that right," I said. "So, friends then?"
"I suppose," Gillian nodded. Then she grinned. "Of course, it’s only right for a friend to
give a going-away present." As she moved back on top of me, I admired that gorgeous body and