I could feel myself tied to a chair.
I could not move a finger or a leg, my head forced my eyes to look straight, straight into the hellish scene, something straight out of an ugly nightmare.
I wanted to scream, to tear out of these measly binds, but my body would not move. My legs and arms were still there, they were intact, but why could I not move, why could I not talk, and why, WHY, WHY must I see this?
On that bed which me and my wife had always slept, a big old fat man, with his hair too furry that it blocked his eyes, was there lying while my wife was sitting on top of his cock. She was overjoyed to serve the pig, she went into ecstasy and moaned like some bitches, which was unlike her.
My wife, Beth, was a good girl. She was shy and sometimes underestimated herself, but she would be always quick to laugh or simply respond as my small meaningless comment. She might not be pretty but I had never minded that. I thought of her as a good companion and our marriage was soon to come.
But who was this man she was sitting on? He came into our door with a pitiful look, his clothes were not poor, but they were unattended, not being washed for days. He looked at my wife lustfully as we opened the door to question his presence. It was a moment, just a moment of surprise, the man rose his right hand holding a smartphone with a spiral screen. How foolish of me to lay my eyes on that.
I could not remember what happened after but now that I was tied to a chair and my wife in that state, I could see what happened. It was "Mind control". Something straight out of a dark fantasy or perhaps those from Japanese hentais, a thing that was too unreal and too terrifying to exist in reality had come forth and unfortunately struck on my little family.
"Ah…ah…yes…. More please, master's dick is the best."
"Hahahahah, Mister Shawn, how does it feel to see your woman lost herself in lust? She is quite bland but her ass is something. HAHAHAHA. Why don't you say something? Ah right, you can't. HHHAAHAHA".
The man lying on the bed would laugh and lash out commands over the woman who was dear to me. She would obey without questions and call him "master". While they enjoyed themselves, I was stuck here, unable to talk, or to move, only to observe. It was hell. I just wanted to rush out, flay on that bed and push them all down, then I would beat that asshole to purple, bite at his neck, gore his eyes and crush his groin. But I could not, my body would not obey my will. I felt hopeless, angry, miserable, and utter useless.
The only thing that would keep me sane in that moment was only anger. The only thing I could think at that moment was how I would kill that asshole.
***
It was only at morning that the torture would stop.
"Oh darling, are you already tired out? I'm sorry, but I am master's faithful servant now."
My wife looked at me with the usual sweet eyes as she said those dreadful words. She had made breakfast and now served that asshole with each spoon like how a mother fed her dearest child.
"Hahah, would you look at that? The bitch still cared about her husband after begging to be fucked by me? What a nasty joke! Hahaha. And what do you know, she is a good cook… Hm, let see if her breast milk tastes just as good."
"Kya!"
"Oh, it is perfect! HAHHAHA"
I did not want to keep on looking, but my eyes would not fold. Going through the night like this had drained me out, listening to this bastard laughing at his sick jokes made me want to puke.
It came to a state when my mind would flicker between reality and dream. I just hoped this was a dream, but the sensation told me clear this was reality. My pants oozed out a terrible smell, my dick had gone up and down on its own through the night. My clothes were wet, I was stick to this chair for the whole night in stress, sweat was sure to come out. My body was numb and I did not have much vigor. But one thing was clear, I could still think.
While my body would not move a muscle, I was still able to think. This might be weird since the mind control I had read would alter the perception of the victims to a degree that his whole mind and body would succumb to every command of the user. Acts such as suicide or self-damage might even be useless since your thoughts rendered the victims from thinking straight. But I could remember clearly who I was, who my wife was, what that asshole did; think soundly as well as doing simple calculations. So now, how should I try to break out of this?
From what I had observed, that asshole needed his phone to control others. He must come in contact with the victims to control them, the range might be small, but if looking at that weird spiral thing was the cause, I might just blind myself to even have an edge. But there was no guarantee that was his only means. Should I wait until the phone ran out of energy? No, we might still be in his control even if the phone could not run anymore. Would asking for help worked in this situation? Yesterday was Friday so today should be Saturday, a day mid August. Since my wife was shy, she would rarely come out of the house, and my friends would only come visit occasionally. It might take weeks before anyone could find something weird was going on. The asshole would have run off by then.
Could there really be no help?
No, I must avoid myself from sinking into hopelessness. My dick was acting normal, it might have acted on impulse but it suggested that not all functions of my body were cut off. I could still breathe and swallow. I could try to suffocate myself or bite my own tongue. A near-death experience might force the body to act against the commands from the device. But would that be enough? Even if I got back my body, if I got one look at that phone and got unconscious again then all would be for nothing. I must wait until that asshole was far from the phone and close to me.
I just had to wait for the right moment.
"Ah, please master… Ah, no more… Ah!"
"Phew, that felt nice… Hm, this sure got boring real fast,… Hmm I guess it's time to move on."
The big fat pig of a man started to leave the bed and got close to me, hand holding the phone.
"Wouldn't you count yourself lucky? I'm going to leave now, it would not do me good to stay too long. I have to borrow you a little money though, but I will leave the bitch back for you. I hope you would work hard to take care of my bitch and my child. Hahahaha!"
The asshole laughed at his own ugly words as he looked at me and then my wife who was lying dragged on the bed. How despicable. But his hand was still holding the phone, I needed him to get closer.
"Oh, are you already too broken to talk? That's a shame. Ah, I remember telling you to stay shut so you would not foul my meal, that's why you would not respond at all… Let see, Phone, make this man talk again"
As the asshole commanded, he pointed the phone at me. I looked at the terrifying device again, but instead of falling asleep, I was able to move my mouth again.
Now, the time had come.
"Ugh… You…. Y-you…"
"Yeah? Me what? Come on, speak louder?"
The asshole leaned his ears closer as I could barely mumbled a word. I tried to bite my tongue down hard. Blood had started to spill down the floor, an intense pain ran through my body, I had regained control of my body.
"Come on, what would you want to say? What did you enjoy most through this night? What made you feel the most pleasure? Or the most painful? Come on, don't be shy now. Hahah"
"I said you were suck, asshole."
"What?"
Quickly after saying that, I jumped on the asshole, imprinting my bitemark deeply into his ear. The asshole was surprised by my response and fell, I took my chance and grabbed his phone. The binding on my hands was never physical, it was mental. But my body could not hold out for too long, I was exhausted through the night and the asshole was soon to push me away.
"Agh!!! My ear! You motherfucker. How dare you!? I will not leave you and that whore of yours with just a smack! I will cut off both of your arms and legs so you would be a crippled couple forever!"
I was crouching on the floor. My body managed to move due to the intense pain, but it was already too ragged to fight a grown man. I held the phone close to my face.
"Phone, seize that asshole."
"Unauthorized user. Request denied."
I guessed as much, it would never be that easy. This bastard acted carelessly cause he knew even if I grabbed hold of the device, I would not be able to use it. But he did not realize he had lost the phone yet.
The asshole looked around for something, and with one hand covered his ear, he picked up the lamp and threw it at me. It hit my head straight on.
"Hah, too painful to act now? I don't know how you are able to regain control from me, but after last night, I doubt you would have even the strength to fight back now. I assume it was all luck. Hahaha, what is that? You act like some hero and then fall down this easily? What a joke!"
"Now, with just one look at this and all your effort would be in vain. Just one look and…. Huh?"
As the asshole look at his hand, he realized he had lost the phone. I did not slip the moment. I threw the lamp back at the asshole and ran out of the room. All that talk had bought me enough time to move my legs again, but I still had not recovered the strength to settle the matter here. I needed to buy more time or to call for help. With his device gone, he would try to take it back, I might as well use that to my advantage.
Damn it! Wait for me a bit longer Beth, I would kill this bastard and save you soon.
***
"Agh! The jerk stole my phone. Ugh… This is bad, he might have run off to call for help, if that happened, my fun would end here and worse… they would come to kill me. Ugh! What should I do now? Agh!"
The asshole scratched his head as he tried to find a way out of this mess.
"No, I still have a chance"
The old pig looked at the woman sleeping silently on the bed and made a sinister smile. He then stood up and grabbed at the woman's hair.
"Ah! Master, what are you doing?"
"Quiet bitch!", the giant pig slapped angrily at the woman's face, " Your little boyfriend is making me very mad right now… But worry not, you will be the key to get me out of this. Hahahahaah. My fun will not end here, in this tiny house, just you wait. Hahahah"
The woman looked at the pig laughing with a blank look, similar to that of a doll.