I stared at the cracked ceiling of my apartment, tracing the jagged lines. No direction, no meaning, no future. I was 28 years old, unemployed, and living in a cockroach-infested hole of a studio apartment that reeked of stale beer. My last paycheck had been spent on instant noodles and rent, leaving me with exactly five bucks to my name.
The tiny space was a joke. A single mattress on the floor served as my bed, couch, and dining table. The kitchen was just a counter with a microwave that sparked every time I used it. The fridge hummed louder than it kept things cold, and the bathroom... well, it was best to not think about that.
I looked in the mirror hanging crookedly by the door. I hated that face. Dark circles hung under my eyes like bruises from a fight I kept losing. My once-black hair was a greasy mess, sticking out in every direction. I used to have a lean frame, but months of surviving on ramen and sitting in front of a screen had softened me, given me a slight gut.
The reflection smirked back at me. "Pathetic," I muttered to myself.
I flopped back on the mattress, scrolling through job postings on my phone. "No experience, no degree? Tough luck," the listings seemed to say. A part of me wanted to toss the phone across the room, but I couldn't afford to break it. Not when it was the only connection to the outside world I had left.
My stomach growled, but I ignored it. Hunger was an old companion by now. Instead, I closed my eyes and let my thoughts drift. Maybe tomorrow would be better. Maybe tomorrow…
[Mindslaver System Online]
I sat up, heart pounding. "What the hell?"
The words weren't on my phone. They weren't coming from anywhere in the room. They were just... there. In my head.
Welcome, user.
Initializing primary functions...
Skills added: Suggestion, Empathy, Hypnosis.
A rush of something heat, clarity, power coursed through me, leaving me breathless. My mind raced. Was I dreaming? Hallucinating?
"What is this?" I whispered, but the system ignored me.
Skill: Suggestion.
Description: Allows the user to implant suggestions in the target's mind.
Skill: Empathy.
Description: Allows the user to sense the emotions of the target and influence them at higher levels.
Skill: Hypnosis.
Description: Keeps the target in a trance state, causing them to follow orders. Large commands may break the trance.
I blinked, trying to process what I was seeing or thinking? I wasn't sure anymore. This had to be some kind of joke, right?
"Yeah, okay," I said out loud, sarcasm dripping from my voice. "A magical system is going to fix my life. Sure."
The system remained silent, like it was waiting for me to catch up.
I got up, pacing the room. If this was real if what did it mean? Could I actually control people? No. That was insane. But the words in my head were so clear, so precise. I couldn't just ignore them.
I needed to test it.
The landlord.
The thought hit me like a lightning bolt. That bastard was always on my case, pounding on my door for rent or shouting at me to keep the noise down like I ever had people over. If this "system" was real, he'd be the perfect test subject.
Heart hammering, I threw on a hoodie and stepped into the dimly lit hallway. The stench of mildew and burnt food clung to the air as I approached his apartment. My knuckles hovered over the door for a moment before I forced myself to knock.
"Yeah? What is it?" The door swung open, revealing Mr. Garza, a balding man with a would look like a permanent scowl on his face.
I stared at him, unsure of what to do. Then it hit me the system. I focused, imagining his mind like a blank canvas.
Skill: Suggestion activated.
"Forget about my rent," I said, my voice steady.
Garza's scowl deepened. For a moment, I thought it hadn't worked. But then his eyes glazed over, and his shoulders relaxed.
"Yeah, sure. Don't worry about it," he mumbled, shutting the door without another word.
I stood there, stunned. It worked. It actually worked.
The corners of my mouth tugged upward into a grin, the first real smile I'd had in years.
He needed to keep using it this new power of his.
If you remember right, that fat piece of shit of Garza had a wife he thought with a small smirk appearing on his face.
I remembered his wife. Short and blonde she have weight but that wasn't a negative for him. She wasn't a model, but she had those curves thick thighs, wide hips, and an ass that strained against every pair of pants she wore. The kind of figure that made her stand out in this dump of a building.
The thought brought a smirk to my face. That fat piece of shit didn't appreciate what he had. He treated her like shit. I'd heard them fighting more than once through the paper-thin walls.
After walking through the hallway of the apartment, I made my way back to his apartment.
I knocked on the door again, this time lighter. It creaked open, and there she was, standing in the doorway. Marcy Garza. Her blonde curls framed a round face with soft, full lips. She was wearing a tank top that clung to her chest and a pair of leggings that did little to hide her generous thighs.
"Can I help you?" she asked, her voice tinged with confusion.
I forced a polite smile. "Sorry to bother you, Mrs. Garza. Is your husband home?"
"No, he just left to get something from the store," she said, frowning slightly. "Why?"
Perfect.
I stepped closer, lowering my voice. "Actually, I came to talk to you."
Her frown deepened, but I focused, activating my skill.
Skill: Empathy activated.
Her emotions flowed into me like a stream. Annoyance, curiosity, and a faint undercurrent of loneliness. She wasn't happy. She hadn't been happy for a long time.
I pushed further.
Skill: Suggestion activated.
"You've been feeling... unappreciated lately, haven't you?" I said softly.
Her eyes widened, the annoyance giving way to surprise and a flicker of vulnerability. "What are you talking about?"
"It's okay," I said, my voice gentle. "I'm here to listen. I've noticed how hard you try, how much you give, and it's like no one ever notices. Not even your husband."
Her lips parted, and I could see her lower lip tremble slightly. "I... I don't know what you mean."
I stepped closer, locking eyes with her.
Skill: Hypnosis activated.
Her body relaxed, her gaze softening as the trance took hold.
"You deserve better," I murmured. "You deserve to feel wanted, Marcy. To feel seen. Don't you agree?"
"Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
A slow grin spread across my face. The power was intoxicating, and I wasn't going to waste it.
I leaned back, watching her closely as I issued the next set of commands. The power hummed in my veins, my mind working with precision as I slowly crafted the words, each one an invisible thread binding her closer to me. Her body was still, but her mind was beginning to wake from its trance-like haze.
"Marcy," I whispered softly, leaning in closer, "when I speak, you'll listen. You'll remember this. You'll remember how much you need to be here."
Her head tilted slightly, the last traces of confusion slipping away as the fog in her eyes cleared. Her pupils constricted, a hint of awareness creeping back, but it wasn't the same as before. It was sharper now, focused solely on me.
"You'll never leave," I continued, my voice low, commanding. "You belong here with me, now and always. Isn't that right?"
She inhaled deeply, her lips parting as her eyes locked onto mine. For a moment, she seemed to fight it, like some small part of her tried to hold on to her past. But it was futile. The suggestion had already taken root.
"Yes," she said, her voice firm and clear now, no longer soft and dreamlike. She gazed up at me with newfound clarity. "I belong here. With you."
"Say my name," I ordered, a hint of satisfaction creeping into my voice.
She hesitated, just for a second, her eyes flickering with a quiet hesitation, but then it broke.
"James," she said, her voice low and steady, like it was always meant to be that way. "James walkers."
I smiled know for a fact, she didn't know my name before all of this. I took this as proof that I couldn't rely on my powers.
"Good girl," I said, the smirk on my face spreading wider.
The way she looked at me now there was nothing in her gaze but me.
Taking her hand, I took her back to my apartment planning to enjoy myself with her for a couple hours.
As we head there, I open the door letting her inside. As she sat on my bed, look her around I couldn't handle it anymore.
I quickly close the door and remove my pants from my boxers, my cock came out.
He watched intently as she registered his exposed state, her green eyes widening slightly before locking onto his rigid length.
With shaking hands, i reached out and hooked a finger under one of Marcy's straps, tugging it down to expose more creamy skin above her snug leggings.
As I put a hand on her shoulder? I put my cock in front of her face close to her lips.
As she slowly opened her mouth and started sucking on the hard length.
With a ragged gasp, he threaded his fingers through Marcy's soft curls, relishing the heat building between them. Watching himself disappear inch by inch past her pink parted lips drove him mad, his breath catching in his throat at the sensation of wet velvet wrapped tightly around his pulsing shaft.
Marcy's warm suction elicited involuntary groans from deep within him, coaxing his hips to subtly grind forward. He knew she'd be stretched tight around his girth soon if this continued, a delicious prospect that threatened to send him hurtling over the edge far too soon.
It has been years since he had a proper blowjob it wasn't the best one he has received, but it was the first one he had received in these couple of years.
Grunting low in his chest, he thrust deeper until he bottomed out in Marcy's accepting throat. At 6 inches long, he filled her completely, unable to get much more of himself inside even when pressed up against her tongue. Each bobbing motion squeezed his already sensitive tip, drawing forth a tidal wave of pressure and heat that tore through him.
"Fu-fuck..." he panted harshly, clenching his jaw shut against loud cries as release finally caught up with him. His first spurt jetted straight down Marcy's throat before several others followed, painting the back of her oral cavity white with each pulse of his climax. He rode out the waves of pleasure, unwilling to withdraw just yet savoring every twitch and tremor wracking his quivering form. Finally spent, he gently eased backward allowing air to rush into Marcy's empty mouth and nose with audible hiccups as her abused vocal cords struggled to recover from taking his load.
Letting her breathe he decides to go to her shirt, removing her shirt, letting her breast out as he started, sucking on one of them, his other hand playing with the other one.
He worked eagerly at the fastening of Marcy's tank top, popping it open with impatience to reveal her chest in all its glory. Once freed, her breasts bounced lightly as he dipped his head to take the left nipple between his lips. Warm, salty sweetness hit his taste buds instantly, causing him to moan into the soft mounds.
His other hand wandered to her right breast, pinching and rolling the hardened peak beneath. Teasing and tasting, he alternated between gentle nips and lavish suckles, paying homage to both supple mounds in a sensual litany of devotion. He marveled at the way they swelled further under his ardent attentions, yearning to worship these perfect globes ad infinitum while still reeling from his recent orgasm.
When He finish sucking on her tits he decided to bend her over, slapping her fat ass as he started removing her very tight sweatpants.
Rough applause echoed off the bedroom walls as he delivered stinging smacks across Marcy's curvy rear, the pale flesh jiggling enticingly under his forceful blows. Already flushed from earlier pleasuring, her cheeks colored an even darker shade of red now tinged with excitement.
Finally satisfied with his spankathon, he grabbed hold of her snug, clinging sweatpants and pulled sharply, sending denim shreds flying as her ass-cheeks came free along with them, leaving her bared and vulnerable. James drank in the view - the firm globe of ass nestled atop muscular thighs, dimpled under crease where buttock met leg, only thinly covered in a dusting of golden freckles across her skin.
He ran his rough hands greedily up her legs tracing each thigh, digging fingertips into meat, and squeezing hard enough to leave indents before drifting higher still to fondle the inviting swell of her lower backside.
He gripped Marcy's rounded hipbones as he began to push steadily into her clasping warmth. With each throbbing inch buried deep inside, her silken passages stretched luxuriously around his rigid length. A keening whine escaped Marcy's lips, echoing the animalistic grunts escaping him as their bodies connected so perfectly.
Once fully embedded, James paused briefly to let his lungs refill with air and revel in being encased by her snug heat. Then, with a low growl, he started rocking, setting a brutal pace punctuated by sharp snaps of his pelvis as he slammed into her willing cunt again and again.
The slap of flesh meeting flesh mingled with Marcy's helpless moans and his ragged breathing. He kept going with his penetrations.
As he move positions being now on top of her, he loomed over Marcy, lost to every coherent thought aside from claiming and conquering this desirable prey laid bare beneath him.
With each powerful stroke, her succulent ass cheeks flapped audibly, making obscenely vivid sounds that intensified his feverish arousal. Guttural grunts of exertion spilled from his gaping mouth mixed with her increasingly high-pitched moans as her sweet juices coated him, slickening their frenzied coupling even further. He pounded harder, the mattress creaking ominously beneath them, drowning out everything except the primitive chorus of their unstoppable fucking.
As he started going much much faster he did one last strike before telling Marcy. "where do you want it because I'm gonna come in your pussy or outside" "Fuck me! Fill me!" Marcy begged in desperation as her ravaged cunt pulsed wildly around James' battering member. Pleasure had morphed into almost pain as his brutal strokes coaxed a savage release imminent. Breathlessly, she clenched inner muscles to milk his cock.
Sweat dripped into Marcy's gaping mouth as his grip on her thighs tightened almost painfully, signaling the arrival of his own climax seconds away.
"Not holding back," he rasped hoarsely, voice pitched with anticipation. One final vicious pump brought his raging erection flush with her cervix, then with a roar, he plunged deep, grinding against that spot known to make women see stars.
"That was great" he said as he pulled out out of her his load coming out of her abuse cunt. He kissed her on the mouth as he lay next to her.
She snuggle right next to him. Yeah he was definitely going to abuse, this power more he thought as his eyes slowly went shut.
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This Isn't a fanfic well, at least technically. It just mind control p@rn with little plot.