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      Published: 2017-01-28 Updated: 2017-06-15 Chapters: 3/? Words: 9524
****** Last Journey ******
by Shadowstrider
Summary
     Even as the cancer grew inside of him, it gave him a new power to
     make the remainder of his life entertaining.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
***** Seeking Warmth *****
Anthony Walker lay on his bed, snuggling in the warmth provided to his naked
body by the white sheet that was drawn up to his chin. The white hair that
framed his wrinkled and sunburnt face was thinning, but his powerful green eyes
were still alight with life. He could no longer walk, the cancer blossoming in
his body having eating into his bones and joints, too far advanced for any hope
of cure. Medicine helped to slow the progress of his disease, but it was
undeniable that he had started on his last journey, a fact that he accepted,
his life having been thoroughly enjoyable.
Throughout his life he had seen how life seemed to enjoy giving both a gift and
a curse at the same time with the same present. He had walked through villages
filled with poor but happy people; had dined and talked with powerful and rich
people who were downright miserable; had done reports on countries blessed with
massive mineral wealth and cursed with decades of tyrants.
For some reason, as the cancer grew, so did his ability to affect minds. At
first, after he had accidentally discovered the ability, he could only
momentarily stun someone or make them repeat an action. As time went on, he
managed to influence their desires and actions, but he was limited to affecting
one person at a time. Recently, he had gained enough power that he was able to
command one mind and distract another. He had no answer for why this was
occurring, his research having proven fruitless. But maybe this was the answer
to why grumpy old men got young hot wives and girlfriends...
In any case, what was certain was that he had the ability to make the remainder
of his time quite entertaining. A series of knocks on the door of his hospice
room brought him back to reality. Upon his verbal invitation to enter, the door
was opened and one of the nurses entered his room, followed by a young girl.
Jenny Wu had been a nurse at the hospice for 2 years. At the age of 24, she was
a stunning beauty, her oriental facial features combined with raven locks,
inviting lips and mesmerizing green eyes causing the pulse of most of the male
patients to race. Her pink nurse’s uniform, while not form fitting, gave some
tantalising hints of the slim body hidden beneath, her modest chest softly
sloping her jacket.
The girl was Jenny’s cousin, Kat, who lived across the country and had come for
a visit during the school holidays. Jenny always made a point to converse with
her patients and so Anthony had learnt that Kat also wanted to help sick people
even at the tender age of 8. It had been relatively easy to get Jenny to invite
her niece to the hospice, where Anthony had some fun in mind for himself and
the girl.
As powerful as his ability was, it only worked in very specific situations. His
inability to walk limited the number of people he could reach and as he could
only really influence one mind at a time, groups of people posed a significant
obstacle to him. The nurses at the hospice were expected to spend equal time
with their patients, so while Anthony could manipulate Jenny into fucking him
the whole time, it would be noticed sooner than later, especially as the
patients liked her a lot. She would undoubtedly then be fired, as he would be
able to influence management from the confines of his room.
So he had had to settle for flashes of her sexy body every now and then, brief
improper caresses from her soft hands on his body, perverse remarks whispered
from her succulent lips into his ears, a few seconds of her tongue trailing
over his skin. It wasn’t bad, but he wanted a bit more.
Looking over at the girl, Anthony smiled as Kat was quite a treat. She shared
her hair and eyes with her cousin, her softer facial features making her cute
rather than beautiful. A green dress with spaghetti-straps covered her body,
her slim arms and legs left bare, white socks and sneakers adorning her feet.
Anthony let his power sweep into her mind, driving and directing her desires
and needs to reflect his. With the tiny amount of power he could spare, he
influenced her aunt. Jenny left the room and closed the door before moving on
to the rest of her duties, safe in the knowledge that her niece was playing
with sweet Mr. Walker. Even if she had been wrong about him, Mr. Walker
couldn’t walk, so Kat wouldn’t be in any danger.
*
“Good morning Mr. Walker. How are you today?” asked the little girl.
“It is a very good day, Nurse Kat. How are you?” replied Anthony.
The girl smiled at the title he had used. “I’m fine. How can I help you today?”
“Well, my body is cold. I need some warmth and I would have raised the room’s
temperature, but you know what they say, skin to skin contact is the best.”
“Maybe I can help.” With that, the girl gave a sweet smile before bending down
and starting to untie her sneakers. Her desire to help this poor man was
dominating her young mind, so she had no reservations at all about giving him
as much skin to skin contact as she could, which of course meant that she would
have to be naked.
Having removed her socks and sneakers, the discarded items neatly placed on the
ground, she straightened her back as her small hands started to raise the hem
of her dress, revealing the white panties moulded to her puffy vulva and her
flat abdomen. Raising her arms, she pulled the material over her head and off
of her body. Folding it neatly, she placed the dress on her shoes, hiding her
flat chest with its adorable tiny light brown nipples from Anthony’s view.
While she was bending down, she quickly slid her panties down and also folded
them neatly, completing her clothing pile. He scarcely had a look at her puffy
hairless vulva with its deep slit as she quickly moved to the bed and slid in
beneath the sheet.
Anthony sighed in pleasure at the feeling of the girl’s soft skin as she rubbed
against him, the heat of her body transmitted into his soul, increasing amounts
of blood flowing into his awakening penis. The situation was heavenly, the
girl’s thighs and hands caressing his old and breaking body. He was getting
ready to take things to the next level when he heard the pounding footsteps
drawing ever closer.
The door was flung open as Jenny stormed in, her modest chest heaving, her eyes
and mouth wide as she saw the pile of her niece’s clothes and the squirming
mass beneath the sheet. Having known that his power wouldn’t be enough to keep
her distracted for long while he controlled the girl, Anthony shot another
burst of his limited available power into her mind.
Immediately she relaxed, her eyes returning to a content look and her mouth
closing. With no hesitation she turned around and left the room, closing the
door on her way out, safe in the knowledge that Kat was happily playing with
Mr. Walker, who due to his mobility issues posed no danger to her niece.
*
“Nurse Kat, I need some more warmth,” said Anthony, his voice gentle, the
interruption having had little effect on him.
The girl’s head poked out from under the sheet, her green eyes wide with
concern. “I don’t know how to give more...” She was close to tears, her desire
to help him overwhelming.
Smiling gently, he explained: “Don’t worry, you need experience to learn these
kinds of things. As it is your first day, it would be very unfair to expect you
to know this. Do you want me to teach you?”
Vigorously shaking her head, happy that he wasn’t displeased, she replied:
“Yes, please.”
“Ok, you have a special hole which can make my manhood warm if I put it in
there.”
“Where?” asked the girl, her eyes now wide with confusion.
“Between your legs, where your private parts are.”
“Mom never told me anything about that.”
“She wouldn’t, because it only becomes a special hole when you are a nurse.”
“Oh.” Comprehension dawned in her eyes, even as he had to control himself from
snorting at the nonsense he was spouting. “But what is a manhood?”
“It’s what our private parts become when we are sick.”
“Oh, ok.”
“So, do you want to help me?”
“Yes, but I still...”
“Ok, how about this. As it is your first day, how about I do most of it, so
that you can learn?”
“Thank you very much, mister.”
Wetting a finger in his mouth, he slipped it down her body until he reached her
immature lips, which he started to lightly rub. The girl was confused, but her
desire to help him made her unable to resist as he started to rub with more
force, his finger parting her lips to caress the inside of her sex. Her nipples
were soon subjected to rubbing and pinching by his other hand.
He was conscious of the fact that if more than one person entered his room, he
would be unable to get out of the fact that he was molesting a child. It would
be in his best interest to not take too many risks today, as he could always do
more when his power grew. Except, of course, for the fact that his power was
growing at the expense of his life, making it very tempting to not give a damn
about the consequences.
The girl started to moan as her pleasure built up, Anthony’s fingers dancing
over her immature sex and tiny clit with practised skill. Dipping his fingers
into her a bit deeper, he felt the membrane guarding her vagina. Her mewling
moans, combined with her inadvertent caresses as her body danced from the
stimulation of her flower, made his penis come to full arousal, the purple head
slimy with fluids.
Gripping her by her flat hips, he moved her body up until his cock was resting
against her moistened sex. Anthony shivered at the delicious contact as he
said: “Alright, Nurse Kat, it’s time to put my manhood in your special warm
hole.”
Looking down at the organ she had never seen in this way, she countered: “That
will never fit in here.”
“If you were a girl, then no, it wouldn’t have. But you are a nurse and that
means that it will go in.”
“Ok.” She sounded uncertain, but in her green eyes he saw unflinching trust. It
made his heart hurt in guilt, but also made his penis twitch in arousal. Using
his power, he calmed her mind down, letting a wave of serenity crash over her.
Lining her tiny vagina up with his throbbing penis, he let her rest on his
cock, her lips nudged apart by the moist head. Making the serenity in her mind
even stronger, he forced her hips down, the pressure between their bodies
building up to pain before his invading penis slid in between her lips, through
her hymen and into her birth canal.
The immense pain from her deflowering was drowned by the serenity in her mind,
causing her to only lightly gasp as her virginity was stolen. Droplets of blood
coated his cock and dripped down her thighs as he bounced the girl onto his
rigid prick, loud moans echoing in the room as he was swamped with pleasure by
the heat and tightness of her walls, his eyes filled with the sight of her flat
chest with its tiny nipples bouncing and the goofy smile on her face as she was
fucked for the first time.
He also knew that he didn’t have the ability to wipe out memories. The
subconscious was far too remote for him to access, so memories would eventually
bubble up to the conscious surface. But he was able to change associations,
making the context far different and the details of the memory lost to strong
emotions. With Kat, he would make her remember that she had a blast “nursing”
him, even if the details were a bit blurry.
In order for that to work, he started to replace the serenity with pleasure,
making her body hypersensitive to stimulation. Immediately her eyes opened, the
green orbs drowned in pleasure as perverse moans of ecstasy were ripped from
her throat. Her left hand started to pinch and twist her nipples, her right
hand diving down to rub at the secret place that was now the centre of her
existence, her hips moving on their own, impaling her again and again onto his
manhood.
Anthony had worked in Intelligence for most of his life and had enjoyed many
parts of the world. Many a time he had watched the native children running
around, wearing little more than scraps, their tight bodies glistening in the
sun blasting down on their ruin of a country. He had been tempted many times to
indulge, like many of his compatriots and opponents had done, but always he had
held back. Seeing this oriental nymph fucking herself senseless on his cock,
her tight body wet from exertion, her voice loud with frenzied moans; was the
realisation of a lifelong dream, a secret dream held in the dark corners of his
mind.
Feeling the pleasure reaching a peak in his own body, his nerves on fire with
nirvana, he gripped her tightly as he rammed her onto his cock. With a grunt he
impaled her a final time, his sperm jetting out of his penis in spurts, filling
her unripe womb as the orgasm blasted through him. As the pleasure swamped his
mind, he made the girl’s orgasm crash over her, causing the young body to go
rigid with a wordless cry as the pleasure tore through her nerves and brain,
the wave of pleasure making her fall unconscious and the joy of the experience
forever burned into her mind.
At that moment the door burst open, Jenny looking even more distressed than
before as she saw her naked niece climaxing with Mr. Walker balls deep inside
of her. Anthony was far too swamped in pleasure to make subtle alterations, so
his orgasming mind just blasted hers with enough force to stun her, leaving her
standing in the opened doorway.
Kat fell off to his side onto the bed, a wet ‘plop’ echoing as his penis left
her no longer virgin cunt, her legs spread with cum oozing out of her abused
hole. Regaining his senses, seeing that the girl would be out like a light for
quite a while, he made Jenny close the door and proceed to his bed. Now able to
focus his full power on her, he made her use her nimble tongue to clean his
cock thoroughly, the nurse barely reacting to the taste of her niece’s blood
and the mix of sex fluids, her only desire that of helping her patient to be
clean. Relaxing in the warmth of her mouth, he let his urine flow, Jenny
obliging by swallowing his piss. Watching this beautiful woman with her deep
green eyes and succulent lips gulp down his bitter piss gave him the shivers.
Satisfied, he directed her to cleanse her niece’s cunt and thighs in the same
manner, her desire now shifting towards helping her niece. Without hesitation
she dipped her head between the girl’s spread legs, her tongue lapping up the
blood and fluids. As her aunt started to stimulate her fucked pussy, Kat
started to moan again, even with her mind lost to unconsciousness.
Trusting that the girl was relatively clean, he made Jenny get Kat’s dress and
clothe the child in it, to protect her from chills. Tired as he hadn’t been in
a long time, he manipulated the nurse’s mind to take her niece home with the
rest of her clothes and treat her for a ‘urinary tract infection’. Kat would
only remember joy, while Jenny would remember that her concern and shock for
her niece was due to seeing signs of the infection. With everything sorted,
Anthony went to sleep.
END
***** Atonement *****
Anthony sat up in his bed, his gaze fixed on his visitors. Yvonne McNamara was
in her early thirties, her face framed by soft blond tresses and dominated by
her light blue eyes and pale lips. She was dressed in a silvery jacket and a
matching knee length skirt, with a white blouse beneath the unbuttoned jacket.
A black belt secured the skirt while her legs were covered in white stockings
and her feet rested in a pair of white heels.
To her side stood her 10 year old son, Patrick, who was still dressed in his
school uniform. The neat grey shorts, white school shirt, grey socks and black
shoes complimented the shyness that shone in his light brown eyes. His red hair
had been neatly combed, but somewhere since then it had been ruffled, making
the boy seem even more vulnerable.
Yvonne was the granddaughter of his mentor and old friend, Seamus McNamara.
After her parents had died in a horrific accident, her grandfather had taken
her in and raised her with all that he had possessed. He had died a broken man
after she had turned her back on him, running away with an older business man
after she had stolen most of his money.
Anthony would rather have had nothing do to with her ever again, but he had
made a promise to Seamus on his deathbed that he would help her if she needed
it. She certainly didn’t deserve it, but he had agreed to hear her out when she
had phoned him yesterday.
“What is the problem?” he asked curtly. He could tell by the nervous look in
her eyes and the occasional nibbling of her lower lip that she was distressed.
“Mr. Walker... I divorced Iain a few months ago... He was having an affair,”
she started with difficulty, before drawing a breath and continuing: “His
girlfriend... Ekaterina... She hates us. Since the divorce there have been...
incidents. I have no proof, but... There are men following us around, going to
the children’s school... Phone calls, things thrown through windows...
Threats... I think she wants to get rid of us...”
Anthony did not doubt that the fear in her voice was genuine. “Get the police,”
he said shortly, annoyed that she making him feel anything but disgust for her.
She flinched at the venom in his voice, but she replied determinately:
“Ekaterina is rich in her own right and Iain is loaded with cash. The police
have no interest in helping us, no matter whom I speak to.”
“If that is the case, what am I supposed to do?” asked Anthony bitterly.
Tears started to gather in those light blue orbs. “I have nowhere else to turn.
Granddad always said if I was in danger, I should call this number... Your
number. He said that you would have a way out, no matter what...”
“You think I’ll help you after what you did to him?” he shouted, cold fire
burning in his green eyes.
“Then don’t help me. Help them, my sons... His great-grandsons... They don’t
deserve this.” Shaking her head, tears streamed down her pale cheeks. “I am to
blame. I hurt granddad. I am the screw-up. But my babies...” She looked at her
son, who was responding to his mother’s distress by latching onto her side.
“They’ve done nothing wrong. Help them, please.”
Anthony’s head was starting to hurt. Hate, disgust and pity swirled inside of
him. He didn’t need to use his power to see that she was being completely
honest. Trying to get a handle on his feelings, he asked: “Why did you do that
to him?”
There was only one possible person that he was referring to. “I was a spoiled
brat. Granddad gave me everything I wanted. Somewhere... I strayed. It all
became about me, about what I wanted... Iain was powerful, intoxicating... Not
warm and soft like granddad... I wanted to be possessed by him, to feel that
power...” Putting an arm around her son, she explained softly as the tears
streamed down her face.
He shook his head in disgust. “You speak of sons. Where are the others?”
“Neil is at sports. Patrick... doesn’t really like sports,” she replied,
gaining control over her emotions.
Due to his promise, it wasn’t as if Anthony could deny her request. But a part
of him, a dark part, hungered for revenge. He wanted this cunt to hurt, to feel
broken like his friend had done. Then a dark thought came to him. If she liked
being overwhelmed so much...
“What are you prepared to pay for your sons?”
She could sense that he wasn’t talking about money, that there was something
dark behind the request. “Anything... Everything,” she said without hesitation,
knowing that she would go as far as she needed for her babies.
“We’ll see about that. Strip,” he said simply.
*
Yvonne had anticipated that it would come to this. After all, she didn’t really
possess anything else with which to bargain with. But she couldn’t do it in
front of her son. The thought was so shocking that for a moment she just froze.
By the time she came back to reality, she realised that Patrick had left her
side. Turning her head, she watched in disbelief as her shy son started to
undress himself in the company of his mother and a complete stranger.
The young boy bent down and quickly untied his shoes, which he then proceeded
to kick off of his feet. Without any hesitation he unbuttoned and unzipped his
shorts, which obeyed gravity and slid down his thin legs to pool at his feet.
Unbuttoning the top three buttons of his shirt, he pulled the garment off,
leaving him clad in only a dark blue pair of briefs and his socks.
She moved towards him to try and stop him, but as she reached out a hand he
nimbly danced backwards, leaving his shorts on the ground. Looking into his
eyes, she saw that he wasn’t himself, that there was something unnatural in his
brown orbs.
Turning back to Anthony, her eyes wide with fright, she asked: “Are you...?”
He simply nodded.
“But what...?”
“Listen and listen well. I can solve your problem, just like your grandfather
promised. But you will prove to me that you would do anything for your sons,
that there is something good in you.”
“Don’t involve Patrick...”
His eyes were cold. “You brought him here, trying to gain my sympathy. So you
involved him from the start.” She could not deny her intentions. “But this way,
he won’t suffer for it. He will remember nothing; will not have to see his
mother for what she really is.”
Looking back at Patrick, she saw that he was standing still, a content smile on
his face that filled his eyes with unnatural light. The only thing that he
still wore was his socks, his flaccid hairless dick and the small smooth
scrotum hanging beneath it exposed to her gaze. Despite the smile on his face,
he looked so defenceless with his thin hairless chest and tummy that she felt
ashamed that she had involved him in this.
There were many things in this situation that she did not understand, but
Anthony’s power was clear. If debasing herself, for she was sure that the old
man would not stop with her merely stripping, got her sons safe, then she would
play along. She needed to get this over and done, to get Patrick away from
this.
Facing the old man, she stepped out of her heels and moved her hands to her
belt, unbuckling it and then unzipping her skirt. Blushing, she pulled the
skirt down, the tails of her blouse protecting her modesty for the moment. She
started to pull down her right stocking, but Anthony stopped her with: “Leave
them.”
Not wanting to argue, she stepped out of the skirt and quickly removed her
jacket. This she followed up by unbuttoning the top buttons of her blouse with
fumbling fingers. Removing her blouse, she was left standing in her stockings,
a frilly white lace bra and a matching pair of panties.
Anthony mock-whistled as he beheld her slim body; her covered breasts and flat
abdomen moving rapidly as she struggled to control herself. “I see, you came
here with the intention of getting fucked. At least you understand what you are
worth.”
She seethed at his remarks, but she closed her eyes and clenched her teeth as
she fought to control herself. This was the price. Working quickly, lest she
lose her courage, she unhooked her bra, removed it and then rapidly pulled her
panties down to her feet. Stepping out of them, she visibly fought the urge to
cover herself and was finally able to stand with her hands at her sides.
She tried to control her breathing as she felt the blush spread from her face
down her shoulders to her chest. Keeping her eyes closed, she waited as Anthony
looked over her body, drinking in the sight of her firm smooth breasts and
their hardened pink nipples, as well as the strip of blond curls that adorned
her sex.
“Now, get on your back, legs spread. You know the position.”
She did as he requested; the coral pink insides of her cunt, the hood of her
clit and her dark pink ring of muscle below lewdly exposed between her spread
firm smooth buttocks and thighs. During this humiliation, she had almost
forgotten about Patrick’s presence, but reality came crashing down as her son
straddled her stomach, his pelvis and limp penis bumping the undersides of her
breasts.
“Seeing as you forced him into this, I think it is only fair that your son gets
a chance to fuck those useless fat bags. And I know this is making you oh so
hot, so get your fingers in that cunt.”
Patrick still wore that contented smile as he started to pump his hips.
Starting to cry, she whispered: “Forgive me.” With that, she used her left hand
to push her breasts together, making a soft passage for her son’s cock to slip
into. Under Anthony’s control, the boy started to hump his mother’s breasts
ever faster, his small hairless dick filling with blood as the soft mammaries
were wrapped around it. Crying in disgust and humiliation, she took her right
hand and started to rub her furred sex. Her humiliation only deepened as she
felt how aroused she had become, her fingers becoming wet as her cunt
lubricated itself. She could scarcely believe it as she started to moan, her
fingers drumming against her throbbing clit as her son fucked her cleavage.
Suddenly Patrick slipped out from her cleavage and stood up, walking over to
Anthony. With no hesitation, the boy pulled down the old man’s bed sheet,
revealing Anthony’s naked body. The old pervert merely made a come-hither
motion at her. Frustrated, her clit aching for relief, she stood up and walked
towards him.
“Now, you’re going to get me ready with your mouth. While you are doing that,
you are going to keep your son hard with slow strokes. You are going to be
thoroughly fucked and while I see that your cunt is dripping, it would be in
your best interest to get your shitter in the same condition. Do you
understand?”
She nodded, resigned to her fate. Wanting to disappear from his gaze, she bent
her waist and lowered her face towards his hardening penis that lay on a mass
of white pubic hair. Using her right hand, she grasped his cock and pulled it
up gently. Giving it a few slow strokes, she parted her pale lips and enveloped
the purple head, licking it as it entered her hot wet mouth. Taking it into her
oral cavity as much as she could, she started to suck on it as she moved her
right hand back over the curve of her firm ass to gather fluid from her
dripping snatch. As she moved her fingers up and started to rub her anus, she
used her left hand to slowly stroke Patrick’s wilting penis.
It was difficult to keep a steady pace with her strokes, as she had to
concentrate on lathering the old man’s cock with her tongue and lubricating her
back passage with her own arousal. Of course, the humiliation was also making
her clit throb with ever more need.
Anthony was moaning as she sucked on his prick, her tongue licking his piss
slit and over his fraenulum.
“Stop!” he gasped.
As much as she wanted him to come, to get some measure of revenge, he had
involuntarily added a pulse of power to his command. She froze, her movements
and even her train of thought stopping instantly.
*
Released from his power, she blinked in surprise as she realised that Anthony’s
cock had disappeared from her mouth, while her left hand was also no longer
wrapped around her son’s small dick. “Get up here. Turn around so I don’t have
to see your pathetic face.”
Obeying his command, she climbed onto the bed and straddled his upper thighs,
her smooth back and round firm ass filling his gaze, his hard penis resting
against her crack.
“Get my cock in your ass, now!” Leaning on her left hand, she lifted her hips
while grasping his prick with her right hand. Taking a deep breath, having done
this with her traitorous ex husband before, she relaxed her sphincter and let
gravity assist her as she slowly took his penis up her ass. They both moaned as
she filled herself, her passage resisting even with the copious lubrication,
the tight heat making their nerves burn with pleasure.
“Now, keep your legs spread and lean back, it’s time for you to give your son
some relief.” She struggled to fight back the tears as she felt her cunt clench
and her clit throb in expectation of Patrick filling her, driving his young
cock in and out of her. Moving her arms backwards, she leaned back on them,
thrusting out her bouncing breasts with their diamond hard pink peaks as she
slowly rode the cock in her ass.
As Patrick climbed onto the end of the bed with his small hard dick bobbing in
the air, she spread her stocking covered legs wide. He settled between her
thighs and with no warning, buried himself to the hilt in her. She gasped in
pleasure as he filled her channel, his smooth rod bumping against her inflamed
clit. Wasting no time, her son started to fuck her in earnest, his hips
smashing against hers. His childish moans sounded so perverse, but she couldn’t
help but meet his thrusts with her own, her walls clenching around his small
cock.
The harder she fucked her son, the harder she started to fuck Anthony. Soon the
old man was grunting in pleasure as her tight rectum milked his prick, her ring
of muscle squeezing him every now and then. It was a delightful sight, the
bitch who had caused his friend so much misery was moaning like a wanton whore
as a stranger fucked her ass and her son filled her cunt at the same time.
Patrick’s moans turned into screams as the pleasure from his mother’s tight
warm vagina milking him overwhelmed his virgin body. With a grunt, he buried
himself in his birth passage and filled his mother with his incestuous seed.
She moaned in frustration as the warmth spreading into her womb wasn’t enough
to set her off. Seeking that release, she continued to fuck him and in doing so
continued to ride the cock in her ass. Her pleasure was building like a wave,
but it didn’t want to peak. As Patrick suddenly latched onto her left nipple
with his mouth and started to pinch and knead her left with his fingers, she
started to gasp as her pleasure grew. The new sensations drove her hips into a
frenzy, making Anthony grunt ever louder as the incredible feeling of fucking
her guts was transmitted from his penis into his soul. Concerned about
interference and luckily not having to control a second person, he cast a
portion of his power at the door, to keep the nurses away.
With the resilience of a young boy, Patrick’s young dick was soon coming to
life again where it rested in his mother’s flooded cunt. As she felt her son
becoming hard again, bumping against her walls as she fucked him, she started
to grunt, feeling the wave about to peak. Anthony himself felt that he was
close, the pleasure so strong he was having difficulty thinking. Deciding to
end it, he gave a few mental commands to the boy.
With droplets of sweat running down their bodies, Patrick used his fingers to
savagely twist her one nipple, while he bit her other one with his teeth.
Immediately she orgasmed, the fire of pleasure spreading through her nerves and
burning through her mind, making her give a silent scream as she was
overwhelmed. Her pelvic muscles clenched, making her partners crash into their
own orgasms. For the second time her womb was filled with warm incestuous sperm
as her son’s body spasmed in pleasure, his small dick jerking again and again
as bliss claimed him. In her darkest orifice, streams of pearly semen erupted
from Anthony’s dick, filling her intestines as he grunted in ecstasy,
electricity dancing up and down his body and into his soul.
*
He was exhausted, but Anthony wasn’t yet finished with his revenge. “Stand next
to the bed!” he croaked, his throat dry.
The boy, still under his control, had no hesitation in slipping out of his
mother with a ‘plop’ and climbing off of the bed. He stood next to the bed, his
young dick flaccid, covered in his sperm and his mother’s fluids. Yvonne moved
at a much slower pace, her mind fuzzy, but she eventually got off of the bed.
Swaying as she struggled to stand still, her blond hair plastered to her sweaty
skin and droplets of sweat dripped from her abused nipples that capped her
heaving breasts. As he watched, a glob of her son’s seed flowed out of her cunt
and joined the mix of pearly spunk that streamed down her thighs and darkened
her stockings.
“What do you want now?” whined the tired woman.
Anthony reached out to his bedside table and removed a piece of paper and his
pen from it. He started to write and, without looking at her, spoke: “These are
the details that I require and the necessary contact links. Do everything as I
had outlined it here and the problem will be solved by the end of the week.”
She looked relieved until he continued: “But I think you enjoyed that far too
much, judging by your moaning. So demonstrate one final act of atonement and
then you can go.”
A range of emotions played across her face: anger, humiliation and finally
resignation. “What?” she asked, defeated.
“Take the sperm leaking from your fuck holes and give yourself a nice facial,”
he replied with a dark smile.
For many moments she simply stared, her mind too overwhelmed to function after
every humiliation that had been heaped on her. In the end it was Anthony’s act
of putting the paper on the bedside table that sparked action.
Squatting down, she used her right hand to gather semen from her gaping asshole
and her left to capture it from her dripping cunt. With no emotion visible on
her face, she took her filled hands and started to smear the contents over her
face and into her already matted hair.
While she was doing this, she saw Patrick walk over to Anthony and start to
clean the older man’s cock with his small pink tongue. She started to object,
but she was silenced by a look from those green eyes. Numb, she reached back
down with her hands and gathered fresh collections.
As the boy cleaned his cock of sperm and his mother’s bowels with his wet
tongue, Anthony watched as Yvonne’s face and hair became shiny with a mix of
his and her son’s pearly spunk. Sighing in relief, the old man let the boy’s
mouth and throat fill with his bitter acrid piss. Under his control, the boy
didn’t react as he swallowed every drop of the fluid.
Looking at the emptiness that filled her eyes as he emptied his bladder in her
son’s mouth, streaks of sperm drying across her face, he decided that his
revenge was done.
*
True to Anthony’s word, Patrick would remember nothing specific. He would only
remember that his time in the hospice had been a blast. The boy was currently
quietly snoring next to her in the car as she drove to pick up his brother. But
even though he had never had her under his control, except for that brief
moment where he had had to stop her from making him come in her mouth, he had
implanted a few suggestions while she was getting dressed.
These suggestions wouldn’t work if he had used his power, as he could only
change memory associations, which was a very non-specific change. But as she
had willingly created her memories, he could manipulate them to a much greater
degree.
As she drove, she seethed at what she had suffered due to the old pervert. He
had not allowed her to take her underwear, so her skirt and her seat was
becoming soaked with the semen that still poured out of her. She also hadn’t
been allowed to take her blouse, so her sore nipples were constantly rubbing
against the coarse material of her buttoned up jacket. Even though she had
agreed to pay the price, it had been too much. How could she ever look her son
in the eyes again, how could she ever allow him to ever give her a hug again?
If she hadn’t been so late to pick up Neil, she could at least have removed the
filth from her face. Her thoughts were becoming unstable, her indignation
taking control...
As she ran the red light, Anthony’s suggestions took hold. Slowing down, her
mind reworked the associations that her memories held. By the next block, she
was smiling gently as she watched her darling boy sleeping out of the corner of
her eyes, her heart filling with warmth simply at the sight of him. Her
humiliation had been extreme, but it had been her fault... And Mr. Walker’s...
But he had taught her a lesson.
She loved her sons so much; the fact that she had been debased was only a sign
of how much she loved them. The spunk that decorated her face and dripped out
of her was of no concern. Her sons would now be safe, as soon as she followed
Mr. Walker’s instructions.
As she neared the school, she opened her jacket, baring her bare breasts. It
felt so much better. Arriving at the school, she saw that Neil wasn’t finished
yet. Looking at Patrick, overcome with love, she reached into his opened fly
and grasped his sticky dick. She wondered if she should quickly clean it...?
END
***** Trespassers *****
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, he 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 answer 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.
He 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 he
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 he 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, were 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 jack 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.
END
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