Must Read: HERO (A Violence, Mind Control And sex Story) - Season 1 - Episode 47

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Must Read: HERO (A Violence, Mind Control And sex Story) - Season 1 - Episode 47

I ended up screwing both Mom and daughter
(i had to skip that part just because of how it contradicts the Nigerian style)
“Are you sure you don’t want to stay the night?”
Nancy asks me with a smile, as I stand at their
front door.
“We can’t promise you’ll get much sleep, but I
promise you won’t regret it,” Tina says right
after, with her arm snuggly around her mother’s
waist.

I laugh, and give them both a quick kiss, before
walking out, followed by Tina.
“No more avoiding me?” She asks, and I nod.

She has assuaged my guilt well enough. Maybe I
have manipulated her, but I haven’t forced her to
do something she doesn’t want to. I truly hope
she will quit moping and being so clingy though.

I wonder if I can make a switch for that. . . ? I
shake my head, knowing what a slippery slope
that thought will lead to.

***

The second I walk into my bedroom, I find
myself transported to Vage’s featureless room.
“I trust you have recovered?” She asks me, her
head cocked to the side as she does when she
talks to me.
“Yes, thank you,” I reply, vaguely remembering
the white light going yellow when I’d collapsed
last night.

The memory of what had caused me to collapse
returns as well, and I almost make the switch that
I think will get her to have sexx with me, but back
off. After Tina and Nancy, I’m exhausted. I did
make the switch, thinking it’s harder to make a
switch than move one and at least it will be there
when I’m ready.
“Good. I am glad to see you exercising your
ability. Have you tried it on a large group yet?”

I curse myself for a fool. The party last night
would have been the perfect place to see how
many switches I can make at once. Even when
I’d been kidnapped, I made all the switches one
by one. Luckily I can work at the speed of my
imagination, but I still need to know if I can make
more than one at a time, or one switch to cover
many.
“No,” I told her, feeling dejected.
“You still have time left. Keep practicing.” Her tone
is level, without any rebuke, and that somehow
makes me feel worse.
“Maybe you should find someone else,” I say. I
don’t know if I can do this, and the pressure to
save the entire human race is pretty intense.
“Maybe,” she tells me, and there is no emotion in
her dual toned voice, “but right now, you’re all
your planet has got.”
Great, I think. No pressure at all!