Anthony’s door was flung open, causing him to look up with green eyes wide with surprise. A mousy haired young boy stumbled into the room backside first, swiftly followed by an older red headed girl. Momentarily frozen in shock, the old man watched as the girl grabbed the boy by the collar of his yellow T-shirt with her left fist, while her right arm drew back in preparation to throw a punch. Her right fist cleaved through the air and smashed into the boy’s nose with a stunning ‘crunch,’ causing blood to spurt out of his nostrils as his head was flung almost over his right shoulder.
At the sight of the blood running down the boy’s face, Anthony recovered from his shocked immobilisation. “Hey!” he yelled instinctively.
The cry caused the girl to swing her face towards Anthony. For the second time in so many moments he was shocked, this time at the pure venom in her electric blue eyes. “What the fuck are you looking at, you old fuck?!” snarled the girl, her dark red hair seemingly reflecting the heat in her eyes.
Continuing to act on instinct, he replied, “I’m looking at a cunt, you fucking cunt.”
It was not a sophisticated retort, but by the way the fury in her eyes flared, he knew that he had hit his mark. Shoving the boy away from her with a strong push, she moved towards Anthony, her slim body radiating rage. He paid no mind to the boy as he crashed into the wall, entranced as he was by her furious beauty.
Her eyes burned with flames, her pale pink lips drawn tight and her pale cheeks flushed with heat. She was dressed in what appeared to be a school uniform: hair pulled into a neat ponytail, white button up blouse filled by a modest bust, full hips covered by a blue checkered skirt and her long strong legs encased in white socks and black shoes. The material of her blouse allowed her purple bra to be seen, something he was pretty sure a school wouldn’t allow, but it added a streak of rebellion to her formal attire.
All of this his eyes took in by the time that she had reached him, her right arm cocked back in preparation for another punch. Just before she unleashed her fury on him, he used his power to stun her mind, instantly freezing her body in action. With that taken care of, he turned his attention to the boy. The youngster was on his hands and knees, trying to crawl out of the room. A burst of power later and the boy was also stunned.
With the situation back under control, Anthony took a few moments to collect his breath. The rapid use of his power like this took a lot out of him. As his power grew stronger he was able to control more people at the same time, but the basic limitations that had existed from the beginning were still in force. He could only take control of them one at a time and the process of taking control took long enough that it was almost always safer to stun his potential puppet first.
Having recovered a bit, he wanted to find out why these brats had disturbed his peace. He decided to take control over the boy first. It was surprisingly easy to filter the pain and fear out of the boy’s mind, replacing it with a deep devotion to Anthony. The boy was far from strong willed, seemingly yearning for firm guidance, the very thing that Anthony’s power would give him. In short order he had control over the boy.
“Stand, close the door and then face me, boy,” Anthony commanded. The boy obeyed without hesitation under Anthony’s watchful eyes.
All-in-all the boy was a stark contrast to the violent beauty of the girl. Unkempt dull mousy hair and light grey eyes were easily eclipsed by the vivid crimson of the blood that had covered his lips, chin and shirt. He was obviously no great athlete, as evidenced by the extra few kilograms that stretched his shirt and pair of blue jeans. White and blue sneakers completed the picture of a boy that was unremarkable, save for his injury, which had fortunately stopped bleeding.
Satisfied, Anthony moved onto the girl, whose mind proved to be a different matter. She was so filled with rage that replacing it with a calm devotion to him would be nearly impossible. But his recent experiences with Yvonne had given him an idea. Instead of replacing her rage, he used it to power an overwhelming desire to prove herself to him. He also turned her desire to hurt him into an obsession with him. This would ensure that she obeyed him and couldn’t hurt him, even if she didn’t consciously realize it, as well as making sure that she ignored anything else that wasn’t directed at her.
It was the first time that he had done something like this, but he was interested in seeing the results. If anything went wrong, he could always just stun her again. Deciding to test his control, he asked, “Are you smart enough to tell me your name and age... cunt?”
Fire danced in her eyes as she snarled, “Katherine Croft, 15, fucker.” She dropped her arm, no longer having a reason to use it.
He smiled, happy that his improvisation was working. Turning to the boy, he asked, “Name and age, boy?”
“Brett Thomson, 11 years old.” The boy’s voice was closer to a high-pitched whine, not helped by his injury. It irritated Anthony to no end, so he decided to use the girl for the interrogation. So far their answers meant nothing to him.
“Did you punch him just because you’re a cunt?” he asked Katherine.
“Fuck you! That little rat wouldn’t delete the video or give me his phone, so I had to make him,” she explained as if it was perfectly obvious.
Intrigued, he turned to the boy and commanded, “Show me the video, Brett.”
Swiftly the boy reached into his jeans’ pocket and took out his cell phone. A few taps on the screen later and Anthony saw on the screen how Katherine was leaning against a wall in one of the hospice’s storage rooms, pleasuring herself. Her left hand was rubbing her clothed breasts while her right hand was busy beneath her skirt, her matching pair of purple panties stretched out between her knees.
Turning his attention back to her, he asked, “Are you such a kinky slut that you have to finger yourself in a hospice?”
Even as her words remained venomous, her cheeks seemed to darken from embarrassment, “Go die old man. It’s fucking ovulation that’s driving me so crazy.”
Very interesting. “So you’re actually a nasty slut that wants to be flooded with baby batter, huh?”
“That’s not happening, you dumb fucker.”
“Because no-one wants to stick their cock in that slut cunt of yours?”
“Because no-one is getting inside without a condom, especially not when I’m not on contraceptives yet.”
Anthony whistled and then grinned at this turn of events. It seemed that old age was providing him with many opportunities to have some fun. He could have asked her why she attacked him, but at the end of the day the answer would be quite meaningless. Whether she had been scared at being caught or whether she was just an evil cunt, the fact remained that she needed to be taught a lesson.
But he was undecided what to do with the boy. Include him in the girl’s punishment? Ignore him? Punish him?
After a few moments of internal debate, he decided that the focus of the day’s entertainment would be the cunt. If he thought of a use for the boy, he’d use him, but he was going to be devoting his attention to the girl. It would be a good test of his powers to keep two people under his control the whole time, as his experiments with others had been very brief.
“Nasty sluts like you usually don’t wear so many clothes... But I guess you don’t have much to show, do you?”
Katherine literally growled at him as she untucked the tails of her blouse from her skirt and then started to unbutton it. Button by button more of her pale skin was revealed, until finally the garment was removed, exposing her purple bra and flat stomach to his gaze. To his surprise she unclipped the bra at the front, but soon enough his mind was occupied by the pale orbs of her orange-sized breasts and their pale pink nipples. With his eyes focused on her chest, the slight jiggle of her breasts now and then was his only clue that she was removing her shoes, socks and skirt. But as soon as she started to remove her panties, his eyes were glued to her groin, watching in delight as her vulva with its ‘landing strip’ of red hairs was bared.
Still seething at his earlier insinuation, she spat, “You shrivelled up old bastard. I’ve got this! And this! And this!” She accompanied her exclamations by palming her breasts, cupping her sex and slapping her ass.
Anthony was amused by what had resulted from using his power in a different way. Getting the cunt to act like this was very amusing... and quite erotic. “I’m still not seeing anything of real value, cunt.”
With a shriek of frustration, she turned around, bent at the waist and offered her tight smooth ass to his eyes. The sight got even better as she reached back with her hand and spread her buttocks apart, revealing the dark pink of her anal starfish, as well as the coral pink insides of her cunt and the hood of her small clit. Amazingly, her performance seemed to have made her aroused, judging by the glinting wetness that he could see.
The cunt’s performance up till now had been one of the most erotic things Anthony had ever seen. He pulled down his bed sheet, exposing his fully erect cock and the mass of white pubic hair that surrounded it. “I bet a dumb slut like you still thinks babies are carried by storks?”
“I know perfectly well where babies come from, you dumb old fuck.” It was impressive that even with her face turned away from him, he could still feel the heat in her words.
“Then it should be easy enough for you to put my baby inside of you... or is that too difficult for a dumb slut like you?”
She let out another shriek of frustration, moved back into a standing position and then swiftly climbed onto his bed. Her hair was flung through the air as she turned around, facing him as she moved into position, straddling his exposed groin. The grip of her hand on his throbbing prick was none too gentle, but any discomfort was soon drowned out by the exquisite feeling of her cunt’s heat surrounding him as she started to impale herself on his rigid manhood.
She let out a full bodied scream as her virginity was taken, streams of blood running down his shaft as ever more of his cock slipped into her, forcing her tight walls apart. The heat and the pressure made his nerves burn with pleasure, but the tears that seeped out of her angry eyes made it a thousand times better.
Soon she had impaled herself completely on him, so she started to slowly ride him. But Anthony wanted to see how far he could push her. “You dumb cunt, you do know that this piss poor attempt at fucking won’t get anyone to cum inside of you?”
The effect on her addled mind, and thus on his cock, was immediate. She started to ride him furiously, her hips slamming onto his as she started to scream in pleasure. Her internal muscles clenched and released, milking his cock as it filled her cunt. Soon she started to gyrate her hips, making him groan at the intoxicating pleasure that radiated out from his prick.
It was a glorious sight, the cunt throwing her head back as she screamed in pleasure, her hair swirling through the air, her breasts bouncing as she impaled herself over and over on his cock, desperate for his seed. He was powerless to resist the sheer eroticism of what was going on, barely able to stun the boy again and instead focus his power on his room’s door, turning around the people who had been drawn by her cries. With a loud cry of his own, he felt himself unravel, his cock jerking again and again inside of her tight cunt, flooding her ripe womb with streams of baby batter.
To his surprise, she immediately dismounted from his rapidly softening cock and moved into a position where she was lying on her back on the bottom half of his bed, her pelvis and long legs kept in the air. After a few moments he caught on, grinning at how far she was willing to go to get herself pregnant.
“Ah, I can feel it! Yes!” she groaned in pleasure, her eyes closed, savouring the moment. “Ha, you dead fuck, I did it!” she announced in triumph, her eyes shining with pride.
Still caught in the afterglow of his orgasm, Anthony could only shake his head in amusement. This had gone far better than he could have ever imagined. But the cunt was still too mouthy for his tastes.
Turning to the boy once more, he re-established his control. “Brett, get your penis out and stand next to her head.” Brett moved to obey his instructions, unzipping and unbuttoning his jeans before pulling them down, exposing his large thighs and ass, as well as his hairless small pecker and smooth scrotum. Turning his attention back to the impregnated cunt, he said, “I’ll believe it when I see your bastard bump. But based on that performance, it’s highly unlikely. Can you at least suck a boy’s dick?”
Instantly the triumph in her eyes was replaced with the heat of a challenge. As soon as Brett got into position, she turned her head and wrapped her lips around his dick. Her left hand started to fondle his testicles, while her right hand’s index finger was coated in saliva and soon found itself trying to manoeuvre past the boy’s fat buttocks.
Surprised by the sudden urgent feeling transmitted from his bladder, Anthony commanded, “Boy, drink my piss.” The boy barely had time to twist his torso and open his mouth before the stream of acrid urine arced into his oral cavity, Anthony’s hand aiming his flaccid cock.
As the strength of the stream started to waver, the boy was forced to lean almost diagonally, until the tip of Anthony’s penis was just inside the boy’s mouth, but he managed to swallow every drop. The boy’s shifting around had also enabled Katherine to finally get a finger into his ass, where it was soon busy stimulating his prostate as her tongue lashed his fraenulum with hard strokes.
Brett had struggled to swallow and gasp in pleasure at the same time, but luckily he could now focus on the pleasure that radiated out from his stiff, if small, dick. Soon the lightning dancing up and down his nerves was close to pushing him over the edge.
Seeing this, Anthony interjected, “Terrible performance cunt. Can you at least give yourself a facial without fucking that up to?”
Brett groaned in disappointment as Katherine removed her mouth from around his throbbing dick, but he was soon grunting in ecstasy as her hand jacked him off into orgasm. With pride shining in her eyes, Katherine aimed the small jerking penis, coating her face with stream after stream of the boy’s spunk.
The afternoon had been quite tiring and Anthony was struggling to stay awake. While he would have liked to have done more with the cunt, he settled for giving the trespassers some last mental instructions. Someone might be looking for them after all, so it would be best if they were on their way...
Katherine walked down the street, heading away from the hospice. She was half-dressed, missing only her underwear that remained in Anthony’s room. But with her unbuttoned shirt allowing her perky tits to bounce free, her folded skirt displaying her ass and leaking cunt and her face still decorated with the boy’s sperm, she was the very picture of a nasty kinky teenage slut.
Still under Anthony’s control, she walked oblivious to all of the attention that she was attracting. But a few blocks north of the hospice, she reached the effective range of Anthony’s control. Regaining her senses and realising that she had attracted a crowd of amateur filmmakers, she put her long legs to use and sped off, heading for the safety of a nearby gas station.
Like Brett, she remembered nothing of the afternoon’s events. In addition, she was unable to make any fuss about her current condition or about the fact that she was pregnant, when she finally discovered it. But she would be sure to visit the hospice again, to show the old bastard – even if she didn’t know who he was or how she knew him – just how good she was at getting herself pregnant.
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