Must Read: HERO (A Violence, Mind Control And sex Story) - Season 1 - Episode 45

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Must Read: HERO (A Violence, Mind Control And sex Story) - Season 1 - Episode 45

Tina sits more upright, before asking me again,
“This is a mind
game, right? Some tricky trick of psychology? You
mention a place, and my mind makes it itch, isn’t it?. . .”
She trails off as I shake my head. “So you can
control minds eh? Is that it?”
“Not really. I can’t control what you think, and
only a small bit of what you feel. Mostly it’s a
physical reaction I get from my switches.” i replied.
“So you didn’t make me screw you that night.
You didn’t force me to do it, but you DID
manipulate my body so that I would want it?”
I can see she is trying hard to wrap her mind
around what I can do. Her tone says that she isn’t
quite ready to believe me.

I drop my head in shame, and nod.
“And you’ve kept on doing it afterwards?”
She is really scratching her hand now, and I
realize I haven’t flipped off that switch. She looks
grateful as I do, with a mumbled, “Sorry.”
“No. I haven’t done it again, but after that first
night, it’s as though your body is conditioned to
it. Every time I talk, I feel that switch move. That
is why I have been avoiding you, so that I don’t
manipulate you anymore.”
“That’s why you didn’t want to stay for dinner.”
She pauses, thinking, before grabbing my hands
again, surprising me.
“Is that what you’ve been
worried about? That I’d hate you after you told
me?”
I shake my head. “No, I don’t want to make you
do anything you don’t want to do. I don’t WANT
to manipulate you.”
She gives a small tremulous laugh, and I look
back up into her hazel eyes. “‘Want’ is the key
word.” She takes a deep breath.
“Honesty
deserves honesty. No I didn’t plan on screwing
you when you came over to tutor me. I planned
on trying to s£duce you into doing my work for
me, but not going all the way. Instead I got so
turned on by you, I decided to go much further
than I’d planned. If you can’t control what I think,
then you didn’t make me screw you. I CHOSE to
do it.” I try to protest, but she cuts me off.
“Yes,
yes, you manipulated my body, but I think your
switches can only affect or enhance what is
already there. I mean, I’ve always thought you
were kind of cute, if a little scrawny. . . Though it
looks like that might be changing too. Are you
using your switches to grow stronger?”
I almost. . . ALMOST, tell her about Vage, but I’m
afraid that the conversation will turn to the
demons, and I don’t want to frighten her.
“No, I can’t affect myself, only other people and
objects.” I go on to explain how the switches
work, and how they fail.
“That explains Richard, and the night they
kidnapped you. I think it’s like hypnosis in a way,”
she tells me at one point, and I shake my head.
This is nothing like hypnosis.
“Hear me out. You
can affect me, by making my feet hot, creating an
itch, and various other things, but you can’t make
me do anything I don’t really want to do, like—”
She leans forward, and before I can stop her,
kisses me. I can feel myself getting hard, but this
is NOT the reason I’d come here. I push her
away, and look up to see her mom watching us.
“Sorry, I don’t mean to interrupt. I just wanted to
know if you will be staying the night?”
I almost
choke as she asks that, in a very bland manner.
“I wasn’t planning to.” Tina’s mom nods, and
goes up the stairs.
“How did you get this ability?” She asks, and I flip
her ‘memory’ switch. “Funny,” she states,
confused, “I know I was just about to ask you
something. . .”
Her brows furrow over her hazel
eyes, before widening.
“You know, it’s the
weirdest thing. Ever since that night, my mom
has been oblivious to so many things that used
to bother her.”
Oblivious? Or accepting and no longer
concerned? I remember the switches I’d made in
Tina’s mom, and can feel them upstairs. They are
both stuck in the position I’d moved them to that
first night. I remember how I had mashed down
on them, and wonder if I’d broken her
somehow.

I look back to Tina, and she has a shrewd look on
her face.
“You did that, didn’t you? When she
walked in on us, you made sure she didn’t care. .
. Oh my. . . You did it to me too!” If it wasn’t for
the fact that she is smiling from ear to ear, I’d be
worried.
“Oh, don’t give me that look. Listen, you
didn’t make me do anything against my will, and
I certainly don’t regret it.”
She purses her lips, as
she thinks about something.
“You can tell me no,
but I have a favor to ask. You’re right about your
voice still making me wet. You wanna go upstairs
and fvck? As long as you know that I want it, and
not because you made me want it?” she stated