Must Read: HERO (A Violence, Mind Control And sex Story) - Season 1 - Episode 44

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Must Read: HERO (A Violence, Mind Control And sex Story) - Season 1 - Episode 44

I only shake my head, as I get up and go back to
my room. How many women I’m with doesn’t
make a difference whether I’m a geek or not. Talk
of Tina has given me an idea, though. Maybe
avoiding her is the wrong way to deal with her.
Opening my phone, I notice I’ve missed another
call from her (Maybe I should take my phone off
vibrate. . . Naw), and call her back. She answers
on the second ring.
“I’m so glad you called me back. I was afraid you
were avoiding me again.” Her voice is slightly
shaky on the other end.

I hate to ruin her mood, but I have to do this, or
it’ll never happen.
“Tina, we need to talk.” I have a
plan, and I’m fairly certain I can deal with the pain
my switches are going to cause me. I’m just glad
that I’m recovering quicker than I had that first
day.
“Oh, okay. Is everything alright?”
The quaver in
her voice speaks plainly of her fears.
“I’ll be by to pick you up in an hour, is that
alright? Dress warm.” I avoid fully answering her.
“An hour? Yeah. Is anything wrong?”
“No, I’ll see you then,” and hang up. I don’t
want to lie to her, but I don’t know what else to
say. If I give her too much of a chance, I know
my willpower will crumble again.

I shower, and get dressed. I try not to dress too
nice, but also don’t want to look like a complete
slob. I end up wearing Jeans, and a ‘Geeks Are
s*xy**’ t-shirt from one of my favorite websites.
Tina’s mom answers the door, and she invites
me in.
“Dinner will be ready in a few minutes; I’ll
let Tina know you’re here.”
”
I really can’t stay for dinner,” I protest, but Tina
walks in.
“But we cooked enough for three. Eat with us,
and then you can tell me what you want to say.”

Tina has such hopeful eyes, that I can’t say no,
but I grind my teeth in frustration. I had wanted
to talk to her in a public place, but as I think about
it, it may be better for her emotional balance if
she is home when I’m done.
Just don’t break down this time, I think.
Besides, have you ever heard of a single University
student turning down a free meal?
Dinner is delicious, a fried rice, with roasted chicken and a Baron wine. The table is mostly
quiet. I don’t want to talk too much around Tina,
but Nancy occasionally asks me questions about
school and my plans for the future. For half a
heartbeat, I think about telling them that I have no
plans if I can’t defeat the Bokoharams, but know how
crazy that will sound.

Despite keeping my talking to a minimum, I feel
Tina’s foot start to crawl up my leg; her toes
caressing my shin for a few minutes, before
going up to my crotch. I nearly choke on my
food when she does that. A quick glance at her
mom shows she hasn’t notice anything, and Tina
has a wicked gleam in her eyes.

As soon as I’m done with my plate, I ask if I can
be excused, and go to their front room. Tina
joins me shortly after.
“So, what did you want to talk about?” She asks
as she sits and takes my hands in hers.

I prepare a ‘memory’ switch, feeling only a little
pain. It might mean that I will have to do this
twice, but if she completely flips out, I don’t want
her to remember.
“Tina, everything you have been feeling lately is
my fault, and I don’t think we should be around
each other anymore. It’s not good for you.” I try
to sound as sincere as I can.
“What do you mean, ‘it’s not good for me’? Why
not?” The quaver is back in her voice, but she
grips my hands tighter.

Time for the truth. sU-Cking in a deep breath, I
say, “I have a special ability. I can make switches
with my mind, and do almost anything I want
with them.” I watch as my words sink in, and
then as her face goes to frown, so I rush on,
“That night I came over to help you with your
math, I made a switch that makes you wet every
time I speak, and a switch that makes your
nippples hard too.” Even as I speak, I feel the first
switch move, and know that my voice is
affecting her. This is part of the reason I’d wanted
to do this in a public place, but her mother should
be protection enough, as long as I don’t mess
with her S#xual switches too.

She looks at me for a second, her cheeks going
red, probably wondering if I’m crazy.
“Well, that might explain a few things,” she
doesn’t seem angry, which is a good thing, “but I
don’t believe you.”

I’m ready for this. I make a switch to make her
back itch, then before she can scratch it, I say, “I
just made your back itch. I can move that switch
anywhere I want to: your foot, or your arm,
even the palm of your hand.” As I name each
place, I move the switch, feeling my headache
grow with each change. When it reaches her
hands, she yanks them out of mine, and stares at
me. This is the part I’m most worried about.

She stares at me in wonder, idly scratching her
hand, making the switch shudder.