I knew Tony would come looking for Marina, especially if he had seen the bodies of his men around her store. He would put two and two together and realize that someone had dared to challenge him, to take what was his. I comforted Marina, my voice steady and reassuring. "Don't worry about it, Marina. I'm here. Let me take care of him once and for all."
Marina looked at me, her eyes filled with worry and fear. She wrung her hands, her knuckles white with tension. "But Jack... I know you have these powers, but it will make you a murderer. You'll be hunted by the police all over the world, or some crazy scientist will want to capture you to experiment on you if they find out. You've already killed four of Tony's people, and the police here are on Tony's payroll. I'm scared, Jack. I'm scared for you, for us." Her voice was barely above a whisper, her eyes pleading with me to understand her fears.
I hugged her tightly, feeling her heart race against my chest. My voice was steady and sure. "Don't worry, Marina. I'm stronger than you think. I won't let anything happen to you, to us. Trust me." I knew I had to protect her, no matter the cost. I had to keep her safe, to keep her by my side.
I focused my mind, calling forth two shadow guards from the system space. They materialized, their forms merging into Marina's shadow, their presence a dark and silent promise of protection. Marina gasped in shock, her eyes wide with surprise and fear. "Aaaa, what was that?!" she screamed, her body trembling slightly.
I explained, my voice calm and steady, "They are like my servants, my familiars. They listen to my orders, and they will protect you and keep you safe in case of danger. They are a part of me, Marina, a part of my power." I wanted her to understand that I would do anything to keep her safe, and that I would use every tool at my disposal to protect her.
I asked her to go inside her grandmother's room and wait for me to handle things. Marina nodded, her eyes wide with fear and trust. She went inside her grandmother's room, locking the door behind her, her steps slow and measured. I knew she was scared, but I also knew that she trusted me, that she believed in me.
I walked to the main door, the doorbell ringing continuously, the sound echoing through the house like a warning bell. I activated the AI lens in my eye, the technology allowing me to see through the door, to assess the threat that lay beyond. I took a deep breath, preparing myself for what was to come.
Outside, Tony stood, his face a mask of fury and determination. Behind him, around 50 men stood, all armed with assault rifles, their faces set in grim lines, their bodies tense and ready for a fight to the death. I also noticed some policemen with him, their uniforms crisp, their guns gleaming in the harsh sunlight.
They were equally armed, equally ready for a fight. It seemed Tony had guessed that Marina was not in the store and must be home, possibly thinking a rival gang had kidnapped her, and had taken what was his.
He thinks he can just take what he wants, who he wants, I thought, my anger rising. He thinks he can just walk in here and take Marina, take what's mine. He's wrong.
I didn't know for sure what Tony had planned, but I guessed I would soon find out. I opened the door, my heart pounding in my chest, my body ready for the fight ahead. I looked at Tony, my eyes meeting his, my gaze steady and unwavering.
"Where is she?" Tony demanded, his voice a low growl, his eyes burning with rage.
All of his men and the policemen pointed their guns at me. I smiled at Tony, a cold, hard smile that didn't reach my eyes. "Where is who?" I asked, my voice steady, my gaze unflinching.
Tony's face contorted with anger. "Marina, my woman," he spat, his hands clenched into fists at his sides.
I didn't hesitate. I made my move, punching him in the face with all the force I could muster. He fell back, yelling, "Kill this bastard!"
I looked at all the people who were ready to shoot, their guns pointed at me, their fingers on the triggers. I could take them all out, I thought, turn this place into a bloodbath.
But that's not what I want. Not this time. I activated Absolute Hypnosis, looking over each one of them, my voice loud and clear, commanding and steady. "You are all my slaves. Your sole purpose is to serve your master, me. Now lower your guns."
This was the first time I had used this power on such a large scale. I didn't know whether it would work or not, but I had to try. I had to do something to end this, to keep Marina safe, to keep us together.
Soon, all the people lowered their guns, bowing their heads, their voices a low murmur of "Master." I felt a wave of relief wash over me, my body relaxing slightly. It worked, I thought, it actually worked.
But Tony was still yelling, still screaming, his face contorted with rage and fear. "What the fuck are you doing? Did you guys betray me? I will kill him!" he screamed, running towards me.
I held up a hand, my voice steady and commanding. "Stop, Tony. You are not allowed to move."
Tony stood like a statue, his face a mask of terror and confusion. "What the fuck... what is this? Let go of me!" he screamed, his voice hoarse with fear.
I looked at all of Tony's people, my eyes scanning the crowd, searching for the one who looked the fiercest, the most capable. I found him, a tall, muscular man with a scar running down his cheek, his eyes cold and hard. I beckoned him forward, my voice steady and commanding. "You, come forward."
He stepped forward, his head bowed, his voice a low murmur of "Master."
I looked at him, my eyes steady and unwavering. "You will manage Tony's people from now on, and every one of Tony's businesses. You will take Tony with you and torture out every hidden detail about him and his business and merge your gang into Isabella's empire. You will work for her."
I dialed Isabella's number, the rhythmic ringing tone filling my ear as I waited for her familiar voice. When she finally answered, I explained the situation, my voice steady and assured despite the whirlwind of emotions inside me.
"Hello, my wife, I've handled Tony and his men. They're under my control now. I need you to integrate them into your empire. They'll be valuable assets, and I don't want their skills to go to waste."
Isabella listened intently, her breath soft and even over the phone. I could vividly imagine her expression, her eyes narrowing slightly as she processed the information, a small smile playing on her lips as she responded. "I knew you could handle it, Jack. Thank you, You never fail to impress me. I'll send someone to coordinate with them and bring them into the fold. We'll make sure they understand their new roles and responsibilities."
"Come back quickly; Lisa and Mary miss you. They've been asking about you non-stop."
I couldn't help but tease her, a playful smile spreading across my face. "So, only Lisa and Mary miss me? I guess I'll only reward them, then."
Isabella replied softly, her voice barely above a whisper. I could sense her shyness and her vulnerability, and it only served to endear her to me more. "No, I miss you too, Jack. I miss you so much it aches. I love you. Come back to us quickly. Come back to me."
My heart swelled with emotion, and I assured her, "Don't worry, I'll be back soon. I love you too, Isabella. More than words can express." I hung up the phone, a sense of accomplishment washing over me as I turned my attention back to the task at hand.
Tony was still yelling and screaming, his face a grotesque mask of rage and fear. I turned to the fiercest-looking man in the group, the one I had assigned to lead the Mexican gang in Tony's place. "What's your name?" I asked, my voice commanding and firm, leaving no room for hesitation.
The man stood tall and proud, his muscles tense, ready for whatever orders I might give. His eyes were cold and hard, like two chips of ice, but there was a spark of intelligence and cunning lurking within them. "Hector," he replied his voice a low growl, resonating with power and authority.
I nodded, a small smile playing on my lips as I appraised him. "Hector, you will manage Tony's people from now on, and every one of Tony's businesses. You will take Tony with you and torture out every hidden detail about him and his business. Make sure you leave no stone unturned, no secret uncovered."
Hector nodded, bowing slightly in acknowledgment. "Yes, Master. It will be done as you command. I will make sure they understand their new place in the world, their new purpose."
As I watched Hector relay my orders to the men, I realized why my Absolute Hypnosis hadn't worked on Tony. When I had used my power, I had looked at everyone except him, as he was lying on the ground because of my punch. It seemed that my power only worked when I looked at someone with my eyes and used my voice at the same time. Direct eye contact appeared to be the key to making the hypnosis work effectively.
I watched as Tony was carried out, his screams and pleas for mercy echoing through the air like a grim symphony. His men, now my slaves, followed Hector's orders without question, their faces set in grim determination. I felt a sense of satisfaction, of accomplishment, knowing that I had done what I had set out to do, that I had kept Marina safe, that I had kept us together.
I walked back into the house, the sound of my footsteps echoing through the quiet hallway like a steady drumbeat. I knocked softly on Marina's grandmother's room, my voice gentle and reassuring. "Marina, it's me. You can open the door now. It's safe."
Marina opened the door, her eyes wide with relief and joy. She threw her arms around me, hugging me tightly, her voice a whisper. "I was really scared, Jack. I heard the shouting, the fighting. I didn't know what was happening. Thank you for keeping us safe."
I comforted her, stroking her hair, my voice steady and sure. "Everything is fine, Marina. I've taken care of Tony. He won't bother you again, ever. You and your grandmother are safe now. I promise you that."
Marina looked up at me, her eyes searching mine, shining with unshed tears. "What happened, Jack? How did you...?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, her breath hitching slightly as she tried to hold back her emotions.
I explained to her how I had made all of them my slaves, and how they would work for me or Isabella from now on. Marina listened intently, her eyes wide with shock and amazement, but this time, she believed me. She knew that I had the power to do what I said, that I could keep her safe, keep us together.
I looked at her, my eyes meeting hers, and kissed her softly on the lips. I wanted her, needed her, but I knew this wasn't the time or the place. I had something to ask her, something that had been on my mind for a while now. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for her reaction.
"Marina, I want you to leave with me, to come to America with your grandmother and live with us," I said, my voice steady, my gaze unwavering. "I want you to be a part of my life, a part of our family."
Marina looked at me, her eyes wide with surprise. "With us?" she asked, her voice a soft whisper. "Who do you mean by 'us'?"
I realized then that I hadn't told her about my other women, about the ability of the Lust Demon that I hadn't used on her. I didn't know how she would respond, how she would react to the knowledge that I had so many women in my life. I took a deep breath, preparing myself for her reaction, steeling myself for whatever she might say or do.
"Yeah, with us. Me and Isabella and the others," I said, my voice steady, my gaze searching hers. "I have other women in my life, Marina. They mean a lot to me, just like you do. I want you to be a part of that, to be a part of us. I want you to share my life, to share our love."
Marina looked at me, her eyes filled with love and acceptance. "Jack, I don't care how many women you have. I just want to have a small space in your heart, that's all. As long as you don't leave me, as long as you keep loving me, I can share you with others," she said, her voice a soft whisper, her eyes shining with unshed tears. She kissed me gently, her lips lingering on mine, her body pressing against me.
I felt a surge of love and desire, my cock throbbing in my pants, eager to be inside her. But I knew that this wasn't the time or the place. Her grandmother was still in the other room.
Suddenly, my phone vibrated with a message from SERA. I opened it to find a filthy picture of Olivia, her ass propped up and ready, fingers stretching her shiny, lubed hole wide, her cunt dripping with desperation.
The message read, "I'm ready and fucking waiting for you, Jack. Don't keep me waiting too long. I need you to fuck me hard and deep. I need you to use me like the worthless slut I am. Come and destroy my asshole." My cock jerked at the sight of her, throbbing with raw, primal anticipation as I remembered my promise to breed Olivia's fucking asshole that night.
I replied instantly, my fingers eagerly tapping the screen. "I'll be there soon, you dirty fucking slut. I'm going to fucking wreck you."
I turned to Marina, my voice low and husky, charged with a desire I could barely contain. "I should go," I said, my gaze lingering on hers. "But I'll be back tomorrow." I leaned in, my breath warm on her ear. "And next time, I won't be satisfied with just kisses."
Marina nodded shyly, her cheeks flushed with desire as she squeezed her thighs together. I kissed her deeply, my tongue fucking her mouth, giving her a taste of what was to come. "Goodbye, Marina," I growled, my voice thick with promise.
With Marina safe and Tony's men handled, I had nothing to fucking worry about. The police were already on my payroll, and Hector would ensure they listened to me. I drove to Olivia's house, my mind filled with filthy images of her stretched and waiting, begging for my thick, hard cock.
I arrived at her apartment building and parked outside. Instead of knocking, I texted Olivia, commanding her to open the fucking door.
Olivia replied, "It's already open"
I slowly opened the door and stepped inside, noticing the lights were off. I flipped the switch, illuminating the room, and walked in, searching for her. I opened the bedroom door and found Olivia lying on the side of the bed, her useless husband sleeping soundly on the other side.
Olivia noticed me and smiled, a filthy, slutty grin spreading across her face. She slowly removed the sheets, revealing her completely naked body, just like in the picture. Her cunt and ass were lubed and ready, fucking glistening with her slutty arousal.
I groaned, my cock hard and throbbing at the sight of her. "You're a fucking dirty little whore, aren't you, Olivia?" I murmured, my voice thick with lust.
I stalked to the bed, my eyes locked on Olivia's naked, writhing body. I tore off my clothes, my thick, hard cock springing free, throbbing and pulsing with need. I pressed Olivia beneath me, my hot, rigid cock grazing her soft, flushed skin.
"Fuck, Jack," she moaned, her body arching against mine, desperate for more contact. "I can feel how hard you are for me."
I glanced at her useless husband, Miguel who was still sleeping soundly, facing the other side. I smirked, knowing he had no idea his wife was about to be claimed by a real man. "Don't worry, Olivia," I growled. "I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before. I'm going to make you scream my name and beg for more. And your useless husband is going to sleep through the whole fucking thing."
I turned my attention back to Olivia, my eyes filled with lust and dominance. I grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at me. "You're mine tonight, slut. I'm going to use every fucking hole you have. I'm going to fuck your cunt, your ass, and your mouth. I'm going to make you my bitch. Do you understand?"
Olivia whimpered, her eyes filled with desperation and need. "Yes, Jack. I'm yours. Use me. Fuck me like the slut I am. Make me your bitch," she begged, her voice breathy and eager.
I smirked, ready to give her exactly what she fucking deserved. I plunged two fingers into her dripping cunt, fucking her hard and fast. She screamed my name, not giving a fuck about her sleeping husband. "Ah, Jack! Don't stop! I'm gonna cum! Ah, ah, aaaaaah!"
Miguel stirred slightly, but I didn't give a shit. I activated my invisibility, disappearing from view. Olivia looked momentarily confused but didn't seem to care much, probably assuming it was another one of my abilities. She was too far gone, too desperate for my cock to care about anything else.
Miguel opened his eyes and turned to look at her, seeing only his naked wife arching her body in ecstasy. "Olivia, what the fuck are you doing?" he muttered, clueless to the fact that his wife was being pleasured by a real man. "I don't have time for your naughty stuff. I have a meeting tomorrow. Please let me sleep."
Olivia didn't give a fuck about his complaints. I continued to finger-fuck her, feeling her walls clench around my digits. "Ah, just like that! I'm cumming! Aaaaaah!" she screamed, her body convulsing with her orgasm. Miguel groaned, putting a pillow over his head to block out her moans.
I looked at her pathetic excuse for a husband and thought, "He deserves to be cuckolded. He deserves to know that his wife is a worthless slut who needs a real man to satisfy her." I reappeared, my body pressing against Olivia's once more.
I hugged Olivia from behind, rubbing her pussy as I whispered in her ear, "Why don't you cum on your husband's face and make him wet with your squirt, you dirty slut? Show him what a worthless whore you are. Show him that you need a real man to make you cum."
Olivia was a bit embarrassed but also aroused by the idea. I didn't wait for her response. I pulled her up and positioned her pussy over her husband's pillow-covered head. I rubbed her clit and fingered her, making her squirt all over his face.
"Aaaaaah, here I cum! Aaaaaaah! Ah! Aaaah! Aaaaaaaaaah! Ummmmm. Oh my god, I'm cumming! Aaah!" Olivia screamed, her body convulsing with the intensity of her orgasm. Her squirt soaked the pillow, marking her husband with her infidelity. Her body trembled with ecstasy as she came, her pussy gushing like a fucking fountain.
I pushed Olivia forward into a doggy position, her hands resting on her husband. I admired the view for a moment, her ass presented to me like a prize, her holes gaping and ready for more. I raised my hand and brought it down hard on her ass cheek, the sound of the slap filling the room. Olivia moaned, rubbing her ass against my hand, eager for more.
"Aaaah, Jack! Yes, spank me! I've been such a bad girl," she purred, her voice breathy and desperate.
I smirked, raising my hand again and bringing it down on her other ass cheek, the sound echoing through the room. "That's right, slut. You've been a bad girl. And bad girls need to be punished," I growled, my voice thick with lust and dominance.
Olivia moaned, her body trembling with each slap. "Yes, Jack. Punish me. Spank me. Make me your bad girl," she begged, her voice filled with submission and desire.
I grabbed her ass cheeks, squeezing them tightly, feeling the heat from her skin under my palms. I spread them wide, seeing her asshole gaping and ready for me. I lined up my cock, still hard and throbbing, with her asshole and slammed into her, filling her completely.
"Aaaaah, Jack, give it to me. I want your thick, hard cock in my ass. Look, it's begging for you," she pleaded, her voice breathy and desperate.
I smirked, grabbing a handful of her hair and pulling her head back. I pressed the head of my cock against her puckered asshole, feeling her tense beneath me. "Don't worry, Olivia. I'm going to tear your asshole apart," I growled, my voice thick with lust. "Are you ready to say goodbye to your anal virginity?"
Olivia whimpered, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and anticipation as she felt the head of my cock pressing against her tight, virgin hole. She nodded, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and desire. "Yes, Jack. I'm ready," she whispered, her voice barely audible, her body trembling slightly.
I pushed my hips forward, letting her asshole swallow the head of my cock. Olivia cried out, her body tensing as I stretched her wide. "Aaaaaaaah, fuck! Aaaaaah, it's stretching me! Aaaaaah!" she screamed, her fingers digging into her husband's back, her nails leaving red marks on his skin.
Miguel finally stirred, pulling the pillow from his head, his voice groggy and annoyed. "Olivia, it's enough. Can you let me slee—?" His words caught in his throat as his eyes landed on me, naked and poised behind his wife, my cock already buried in her ass. His eyes widened in shock and disbelief, his mouth hanging open like a fucking idiot.
I smirked at him, holding his gaze as I pushed my hips forward, driving my cock deeper into Olivia's asshole. She screamed, her body shaking with a mix of pleasure and pain as I filled her completely. "Fuck, Jack! Aaaaaah, it's so big! Aaaaaah, it hurts! Aaaaaah, but it feels so good!" she cried out, her body pressing back against mine, eager for more.
Miguel's face contorted with rage and humiliation. "Aaaaaaaaa bitch!" he yelled, trying to reach for Olivia, intending to push her away from me. But I swiftly used my Absolute Hypnosis, my voice commanding and firm. "Don't move," I ordered, my eyes locked onto his.
Miguel froze, his hand mid-air, his body paralyzed. "What... what the fuck is going on?" he stammered, his eyes wide with confusion and fear. He struggled to move, but his body remained unresponsive, completely under my control.
I turned my attention back to Olivia, my cock now fully buried in her tight, virgin asshole. "Aaaaaaaaah, Jack, you're too big... My anal is tearing apart, aaah," she whimpered, her body trembling with the intensity of the sensations coursing through her.
I grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her head back so she could look at her husband's face. "Look at your husband, Olivia," I growled, my voice thick with dominance and lust. "Look at his face as you take my cock deep in your asshole. Look at him as you give me your anal virginity."
Olivia looked at Miguel, her eyes filled with a mix of lust, pain, and triumph. Miguel's face was a picture of humiliation and defeat. Tears welled up in his eyes as he watched his wife take my thick, hard cock deep in her ass. "Bitch... When I wanted to touch your anal, you always said it's dirty and I am not allowed to think about it....and now... you whore...." he cried, his voice breaking with emotion.
Olivia snorted, her voice laced with contempt and desire. "You are a useless man, Miguel. Your cock is like 3 inches and you are like a 3-second man. You can't satisfy me. Look how big Jack's cock is. It's reaching deeper inside my anal than you ever could," she taunted, moving her body back against mine, taking my cock even deeper.
I grabbed Olivia's legs, pulling them up and placing them on her shoulders, spreading her wide open. Miguel had a clear view of his wife's asshole stretched around my thick, hard cock. I could see the tears streaming down his face, the defeat in his eyes, the acceptance of his pathetic fate. He was helpless, humiliated, and completely emasculated.
I began to move, fucking Olivia's asshole slow and deep, making her feel every inch of my cock. She moaned and screamed with each thrust, her body shaking with the intensity of the sensations coursing through her. "Fuck, Jack! Aaaaaah, it's so deep! Aaaaaah, I can feel it in my stomach! Aaaaaah, it's so fucking good!" she cried out, her body pressing back against mine, meeting each of my thrusts.
Miguel watched, his eyes wide with disbelief and humiliation as I fucked his wife like the worthless slut she was. I could see the defeat in his eyes, the acceptance of his pathetic fate. He knew that he could never satisfy her like this, could never make her scream and beg for more like I could. He was a pathetic, useless cuckold, and he knew it.
Miguel finally found his voice, his words choked with emotion. "Please... stop it, aaaaaaa please..." he begged, his eyes pleading with mine. Then, suddenly, recognition dawned on his face. "You... you are Jack...." he stammered, his voice filled with shock and disbelief.
I smirked, a cruel laugh escaping my lips. "Yeah, you finally recognized me, Miguel. I've already fucked your wife on the plane. I would have made her pregnant if that air hostess hadn't disturbed us. But she thought we were husband and wife," I taunted, my voice thick with contempt. "Your head was already green when you met me, you pathetic cuckold."
Miguel's face contorted with rage and humiliation. "Aaaaaaa, I'll kill you!" he yelled, his voice filled with impotent fury. He struggled to move, but his body remained paralyzed, completely under my control.
"What have you done to me?" Miguel demanded, his voice a choked blend of desperation and frustration. "Did you drug me? Why can't I move?" He strained against his invisible bonds, sweat beading on his forehead. "If you are a man, let me go. Face me like a real man, not a coward who resorts to drugs to paralyze me."
A cruel laugh escaped my lips as I circled him, delighting in his helplessness. "You think I've drugged you, Miguel?" I mocked, my voice dripping with disdain. "Oh, you're so much more wrong than you realize." I leaned in, my voice dropping to a low, menacing whisper. "I'm going to enjoy this, Miguel. Watching you helpless while I make your wife mine, while I plant my seed in her."
I invoked Absolute Hypnosis and commanded, "Shut up." His mouth snapped shut, silencing his futile protests instantly.
I could see the fear in his eyes, the realization that he was completely helpless, completely at my mercy. He knew he was fucked, literally and figuratively.
I knew that if he had any idea how I had cut down Tony's people, he would be even more terrified, and would be begging for his life. But I wasn't interested in his fear or his begging. I was interested in his humiliation, in his complete and utter emasculation.
I turned my attention back to Olivia, my cock still buried deep in her asshole. I could feel her body trembling with need, with desire, with the overwhelming sensations coursing through her. She was a mess of sweat and lust, her body craving more of what only I could give her.
"Aaaah, Jack, hmmmm, forget about this loser and fuck me harder!" Olivia moaned, her voice breathy and desperate, filled with raw lust. "Oh god, give it to me, hmmmmm. Fuck me like he never could, please Jack!"
I smirked, ready to give her exactly what she wanted, what she needed. I rammed her harder, the sound of our bodies slapping together echoing through the room, intermingled with her screams and moans.
The raw, primal noise of flesh on flesh filled the air, a symphony of pure, unadulterated fucking. "Phht phhht phhht," the sound reverberated, each thrust accompanied by her cries of pleasure.
"Oh fuck, Jack! Aaaaaah, yes! Fuck me harder!" Olivia screamed, her voice hoarse with desire.
I looked at Miguel, his eyes wide with fear and humiliation. He couldn't even utter a word, his mouth frozen in a silent scream, tears streaming down his face. His eyes were popping out, filled with terror and defeat. He knew he was helpless, completely at my mercy.
I knew that Olivia was mine, completely and utterly mine. I was her master, her god, her everything. And I was going to use her, fuck her, own her completely.
I began to move again, fucking her asshole hard and deep, my hips slamming against her body with each powerful thrust. She screamed and moaned, her body convulsing with the intensity of the sensations coursing through her.
"Fuck, Jack! Aaaaaah, it's so deep! Aaaaaah, it's so fucking good! Oh god, don't stop!" she cried out, her body pressing back against mine, meeting each of my thrusts with eager desperation. Her moans filled the room, a chorus of her pleasure and my dominance.
I looked down at Miguel, a wicked grin spreading across my face. "You see this, Miguel? Do you see how a real man fucks his woman?" I taunted, my voice thick with dominance and contempt. "You hear her screams? You hear her begging for more? You could never be that man, Miguel. You are a pathetic, useless cuckold."
Olivia's moans grew louder and more desperate, her body trembling with need and desire. "Oh god, Jack! You fuck me so good! Aaaaaah, I'm your slut, your bitch! Oh fuck, I'm cumming again!" she screamed, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave.
Her body convulsed, shaking uncontrollably as her climax consumed her. "Aaaaah, I'm cum.....aaaaah cumming, aaaaahhhh, oh yeah, aaaaah, fuck me harder, Jack, as I cum, aah hmmmm," she cried out, her voice hoarse with pleasure. I gave her deeper, more powerful strokes, my cock pounding into her with relentless force.
Olivia screamed, her body shaking with each thrust. "Aaaaaaah, aaaaaaaah, aaaaaaah, aaaaaaah, aaaaaaah," she cried out, her voice filling the room, her screams a testament to her overwhelming pleasure. And then, she came hard, her body squirting with the force of her orgasm. "Aah, I'm cumm...minng, I'm cumm..minnng, aaaah," she screamed, her body releasing a flood of her juices.
Her squirt was so powerful that it covered Miguel's face, his pathetic tears mixing with her juices. Olivia looked down at her husband, a wicked smile playing on her lips. "Look at you, you useless piece of shit. You can't even make me squirt like Jack can," she taunted, her voice laced with contempt.
Miguel cried, his tears streaming down his face, mixing with his wife's squirt. His face was covered in her juices, his humiliation complete. And then, to add to his degradation, Olivia began to pee, her golden stream covering his face, marking him with her ultimate humiliation.
"Drink my piss, you worthless cuckold," Olivia commanded, her voice thick with dominance and disdain. Miguel sputtered, trying to close his mouth, but my Absolute Hypnosis kept it open, forcing him to drink his wife's piss.
I looked down at Miguel, a cruel laugh escaping my lips. "You see, Miguel? This is what happens when you can't satisfy your woman. You become a pathetic, useless cuckold, forced to watch as a real man fucks your wife, forced to drink her piss. You are nothing, Miguel. You are a fucking joke."
I looked at Miguel, a cruel smirk playing on my lips. "Stand up and watch you pathetic cuckold," I ordered, my voice thick with dominance and contempt. "Watch as I bury my cum deep inside your wife's womb and make her pregnant."
Under the influence of my Absolute Hypnosis, Miguel stood up, his body stiff and unresponsive, facing the bed at a distance. His eyes were wide with humiliation and defeat, tears streaming down his face. He couldn't speak, couldn't murmur, couldn't do anything but watch as I claimed his wife completely.
I turned my attention back to Olivia, my cock hard and throbbing, ready to fuck her again. I laid down on the bed, my body stretched out before her. I looked up at her, my eyes filled with lust and dominance. "Come here, slut. Sit on my cock. I want to see your pussy swallow every inch of me," I growled, my voice thick with command.
Olivia looked down at me, her eyes filled with lust and desperation. She quickly straddled me, her pussy hovering above my thick, hard cock. "Yes, Jack. I want to feel you deep inside me. I want you to fill me with your cum, make me pregnant," she purred, her voice breathy and eager.
She lowered herself onto my cock, her pussy stretching to accommodate my size. She moaned, her eyes rolling back with pleasure as she took me inch by inch. "Aaaaaah, Jack, you're so big. You fill me so completely," she gasped, her body trembling with desire.
I grabbed her hips, my fingers digging into her soft flesh as I guided her down onto my cock. I could feel her pussy clenching around me, milking me, begging for my cum. I looked up at her, my eyes locked onto hers. "That's it, slut. Take my cock. Take it all," I growled, my voice thick with lust.
Olivia moaned deeply, her body trembling with the intensity of the sensations coursing through her. "Aaaaaah, Jack, it's too big! Aaaah!" she cried out, her voice a mix of pleasure and pain as she struggled to accommodate my thick, hard cock. Her body shook with each wave of sensation, her pussy stretching to take every inch of me.
She began to move, riding my cock with a desperate hunger. Her pussy slid up and down my cock, the wet sounds of our fucking filling the room. She threw her head back, her long hair cascading down her back, her body arching with pleasure. Her breasts heaved with each breath, her nipples hard and begging for attention.
"Oh god, Jack! Aaaaaah, it's so good! Aaaaaah, you're so deep! Aaaaaah, I can feel you in my womb!" she screamed, her voice hoarse with desire. Her moans grew louder, more insistent, a chorus of her pleasure and my dominance echoing through the room.
I looked over at Miguel, his eyes wide with horror and humiliation as he watched his wife fuck me, watched her take my cock deep inside her. I could see the defeat in his eyes, the acceptance of his pathetic fate.
He knew that he could never satisfy her like I could, could never make her scream and beg for more like I could. He knew that he was useless, a fucking cuckold, a pathetic excuse for a man.
I turned my attention back to Olivia, her body moving faster, her pussy sliding up and down my cock with increasing speed. I held her waist firmly and growled, "I'm going to reach your womb and make you pregnant with my child, you dirty slut. And I guess it will also make your mother-in-law happy, knowing her son is a useless fuck." I looked at Miguel and asked, "Don't you think so, Miguel? Watch as I breed your wife right in front of you."
Olivia moaned hard, her voice filled with raw, primal lust. "Aaaah, Jack, yeeesss! Make me pregnant with your child! Aaaaaaah! Fill me with your seed, baby! I want to feel your hot cum inside my womb!"
Miguel had tears of humiliation in his eyes, and he couldn't even look away, even if he wanted to. He was completely under my control, forced to watch as I claimed his wife completely. His face was a picture of utter defeat and embarrassment.
I started moving my hips upwards harder and faster, making her scream with each powerful thrust. "Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Hah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Aah aaah aaaah aaaah aaah aaah aaah aaaha!" Her eyes rolled back as she lost herself in the intensity of our fucking. The room filled with the wet, slapping sounds of our bodies colliding and her desperate moans.
I impaled her harder on my cock, my cock touching her womb, and I felt the tightness as I wanted to reach even deeper. Olivia moaned loudly, her voice hoarse with pleasure. "Aaaaaah, my womb is swallowing your cock, aaah! Fuck me deeper, Jack! I want to feel every inch of you inside me!"
Her pussy tightened around me, and I pushed my hips upwards in the air, fucking her even deeper, using her waist to drive her down onto my cock. "Aaaaah, Jack, aaah! Your cock is so deep, baby! I can feel it in my womb! Aaaah, fuck me harder! Make me yours!"
Olivia moaned, her voice breathy and desperate. "Aaaah, I'm gonna cum, Jack! Aahhh, I'm gonna cum with your cock in my womb, hmmmmmm, aaaaaaaah, ah, ah, ah! Fill me with your hot seed, baby! Make me pregnant!"
I groaned, feeling my cock throb and pulse as I was on the brink of my own orgasm. The thought of breeding her, of making her pregnant in front of her useless husband, was so fucking exciting. "Slut, take my cum inside your womb, aaaaaa!" I reached up, my fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in tight, relentless circles. She screamed, her body convulsing with the intensity of the sensations coursing through her.
"Fuck, Jack! Aaaaaah, I'm cumming! Aaaaaah, I'm fucking cumming! Fill me with your hot seed, baby! Make me pregnant! Aaaaaah!" she screamed, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm.
I groaned, feeling my cock pulse and throb as I came hard and deep in her pussy, filling her with my hot, thick cum. "Take it, slut! Take every last drop of my cum! I'm breeding you, making you mine completely!" I could feel her pussy milking my cock, squeezing every last drop of cum from my balls. I was claiming her, owning her, making her mine completely and utterly.
I spurted my hot cum inside her, and Olivia moaned and jerked as she took my seed. "Hmm, ah, aaaah, aaaaah! I can feel your hot cum filling my womb, making me pregnant! Aaah, ah, aah!" she cried out, her body convulsing with the intensity of the sensation. Her pussy clenched around my cock, milking me dry, eager to take every last drop of my cum.
I looked up at Olivia, her body still shaking with the aftershocks of her orgasm. I smirked, knowing that I had fucked her like the worthless slut she was, knowing that I had made her scream my name and beg for more. Her eyes were glazed over with pleasure, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
"Oh, Jack... that was... aaaah, so fucking good," she panted, her body still trembling. "I can feel your cum inside me, baby. I can feel it filling my womb, making me yours."
I grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at me. "That's right, slut. You're mine now. Completely and utterly mine. And I'm going to use you, fuck you, own you all night long."
Olivia looked back at me, her eyes filled with submission and desire. "Yes, Jack. I'm yours. Use me, fuck me, own me. Make me your bitch, your slut. I want to feel you inside me, filling me, claiming me. Make me scream your name again and again."
I smirked, ready to give her exactly what she wanted, what she needed. I pulled my cock out of her pussy, still hard and glistening with our mixed fluids. I looked down at her, my eyes filled with lust and dominance. "Turn over, slut. Get on your hands and knees. I'm going to fuck your asshole again. I'm going to make you scream my name and beg for more."
Olivia quickly complied, turning over and getting on her hands and knees, her ass presented to me like a fucking prize. "Yes, Jack. Fuck my asshole. Make me scream your name. Make me your bitch, please!" she begged, her voice breathy and eager.
I looked over at Miguel, his face a picture of defeat and humiliation. I laughed cruelly, knowing that his life would never be the same, knowing that he would always be a pathetic, useless cuckold. "Watch, Miguel. Watch as I fuck your wife's asshole, as I make her scream my name, as I make her beg for more. Watch as I own her completely and utterly."
Miguel's eyes were filled with tears of humiliation, but he couldn't look away. He was completely under my control, forced to watch as I fucked his wife like a whore. His face was a picture of utter defeat and embarrassment, his pathetic tears mixing with the sight of his wife being claimed completely by a real man.
I grabbed Olivia's hips, my fingers digging into her soft flesh as I lined up my cock with her tight, puckered asshole. I smirked, ready to give her exactly what she wanted, what she needed.
I slammed my cock into her asshole, filling her completely. She screamed, her body arching back against mine as I began to fuck her, hard and deep. "Oh fuck, Jack! Aaaaaah, it's so good! Aaaaaah, you're so deep in my ass! Aaaaaah, fuck me harder, baby! Make me yours!"
Her moans and screams filled the room, a symphony of her pleasure and my dominance. I could feel her asshole clenching around my cock, milking me, begging for more. And I was ready to give it to her, all fucking night long.
I reached around, my fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in tight, relentless circles. She screamed, her body convulsing with the intensity of the sensations coursing through her. "Fuck, Jack! Aaaaaah, I'm cumming again! Aaaaaah, you're making me cum so hard, baby!"
I gripped Olivia's waist tightly and pushed my entire cock inside her until my balls were touching her asshole. I stayed still, savoring the tightness of her asshole around my cock, and looked over at Miguel. A cruel smirk played on my lips as I saw the sheer horror and humiliation in his eyes.
"Miguel, I have an idea.... Why don't you stop breathing...." I said, my voice cold and commanding.
Miguel's eyes widened in horror, but under my Absolute Control, he couldn't breathe. His face began to turn red, then purple, as he struggled to draw air into his lungs. The sight of his suffering only heightened my arousal and dominance.
I slapped Olivia's ass hard, the sound echoing through the room—phhht—leaving a red handprint on her flesh. Her anal muscles clenched even tighter around my cock, the sensation sending waves of pleasure through my body. I looked down at her, my eyes filled with lust and dominance.
"Olivia, what do you think of letting your husband die while his wife is taking my cock in her ass?" I asked, my voice thick with cruel amusement.
Olivia moaned, her body trembling with a mix of pleasure and the dark thrill of the situation. "Oh, Jack... Yes, let him die. Let him watch us fuck while he can't even breathe. Let him see how a real man satisfies his wife," she panted, her voice breathy and desperate.
I laughed cruelly, feeling a surge of power and dominance. "That's right, slut. Let him see how a real man fucks you, how a real man makes you scream and beg for more. Let him die knowing he could never satisfy you like I can."
I began to move again, fucking Olivia's asshole hard and deep, my hips slamming against her body with each powerful thrust. She screamed and moaned, her body convulsing with the intensity of the sensations coursing through her.
"Fuck, Jack! Aaaaaah, it's so deep! Aaaaaah, it's so fucking good! Oh god, don't stop!" she cried out, her body pressing back against mine, meeting each of my thrusts with eager desperation.
I looked over at Miguel, his face now a grotesque shade of purple, his eyes bulging with the effort to breathe. I could see the sheer terror and defeat in his eyes, the acceptance of his pathetic fate. He knew that he was completely at my mercy, completely under my control.
I smiled cruelly and allowed him to breathe. "You can breathe now, you worthless piece of shit," I said, my voice dripping with contempt.
Miguel began breathing heavily through his nose, his mouth still closed, unable to gasp for breath or speak. His chest heaved with the effort, his body trembling with fear and humiliation.
I grabbed Olivia's hair tightly and rammed her harder, my cock thrusting deep into her asshole. She moaned like a filthy whore, her voice filled with raw, primal lust. "Oh fuck, Jack! Yes, fuck my asshole harder! Use me like the dirty slut I am, baby! Make me your fucking bitch!" she screamed, her body convulsing with each powerful thrust.
I smirked, knowing that Miguel was watching, helpless and humiliated. "You hear that, Miguel? That's the sound of a real man fucking your wife's asshole. That's the sound of her begging for more, something you could never give her, you pathetic fuck."
Miguel's eyes widened in fear, realizing that this was something beyond his control, something supernatural. He knew that he was completely at my mercy, that his life was in my hands.
I was tired of playing with him. I looked at him, my eyes cold and unyielding. "Miguel, go and kill yourself in a fucking car crash. Make sure you're dead. I don't want to see your useless face again. Bye, you fucking loser."
Miguel's eyes filled with tears of despair and defeat. He couldn't control himself, his body moving against his will. He began to walk out of the room, his steps heavy with the weight of his fate.
Olivia looked at him, her voice filled with cruel satisfaction and slutty delight. "Go kill yourself, you worthless cuck. Let me enjoy Jack's big, thick cock for the rest of my life. Bye, you fucking pathetic loser. Go die like the bitch you are."
Miguel couldn't even look back, his body completely under my control. He walked out of the room, his sobs echoing down the hallway as he left to meet his inevitable end.
I turned my attention back to Olivia, my cock still buried deep in her asshole. I smirked, ready to continue my assault on her body, ready to fuck her like the worthless slut she was. "Now, where were we, you dirty fucking bitch? Ah, yes, I was fucking your tight little asshole, making you scream my name and beg for more."
Olivia moaned, her body trembling with desire and submission. "Yes, Jack. Fuck me, use me, own me. Make me your fucking bitch, your dirty slut. I want to feel your big cock inside me, filling me, claiming me. Fuck me like the worthless whore I am."
I grabbed her hips tightly, my fingers digging into her soft, supple flesh as I began to fuck her asshole again, hard and deep. Her moans and screams filled the room, creating a symphony of her pleasure and my dominance.
I could feel her asshole clenching around my cock, milking me, begging for my cum. The sensation was incredible, her body responding to every thrust with eager desperation.
"That's it, you fucking slut. Take my cock. Take it deep in your asshole. Show me how much you want to be my dirty little bitch," I growled, my voice thick with lust and command.
I pulled my cock out of her asshole and looked at her gaping hole, now stretched and ready, shaped by my thick, hard cock. The sight of her open and inviting asshole made me even harder, my cock throbbing with anticipation.
An idea struck me, and I quickly turned Olivia around to face me, her eyes glazed with lust and submission. I retrieved the vibrator bud from my System Space and pushed it deep inside her asshole again. I turned it on to full speed, and Olivia screamed in ecstasy, her body convulsing with the intensity of the sensations coursing through her.
"Aaaaaaah hmmmmmm aaaah I am gonna cum aaah aaah! Fuck, Jack, it feels so fucking good! My asshole is on fire, baby! Aaaah, I'm your dirty slut, your fucking whore!" she cried out, her voice filled with raw, primal lust.
I smirked, grabbing her thighs and wrapping them around my waist, pulling her close to me. Her breasts pressed against my chest, her nipples hard and begging for attention. I could feel the vibrations from the bud in her asshole, adding to her pleasure and my own.
"That's right, slut. Feel that vibrator deep in your asshole. Feel it stretching you, filling you. You're my dirty little bitch, aren't you?" I growled, my voice thick with lust and dominance.
Olivia moaned, her body trembling with desire and submission. "Yes, Jack. I'm your dirty little bitch! I love feeling the vibrator in my asshole. It feels so fucking good, baby! Aaaah, I want more, Jack! I want you to fuck me while the vibrator is inside me!"
My cock was throbbing, poking at her pussy, ready to claim her again. Olivia looked up at me, her eyes filled with desperate lust. "Jack.... I can't wait anymore. Give it to me," she begged, her voice breathy and eager. She took my cock in her hand and used her hips to swallow my length, moaning as she took me deep inside her. "Hmmmmm aaaaah, fill me up, Jack. Fill me with your big, thick cock."
I could feel the vibrations of the vibrator in her asshole through her pussy, the added sensation sending waves of pleasure through my cock. I groaned, grabbing her hips tightly, my fingers digging into her soft flesh as I began to fuck her, hard and deep.
"That's it, slut. Take my cock. Take it deep in your pussy. Feel the vibrations in your asshole? That's me owning you, fucking you like the dirty little bitch you are," I growled, my voice thick with lust and dominance.
Olivia screamed, her body convulsing with the intensity of the sensations coursing through her. "Yes, Jack! I can feel it! Aaaaaah, it's so good! Aaaaaah, you're so deep! Aaaaaah, fuck me harder, baby! Make me yours! Make me your dirty little slut forever!" she cried out, her voice hoarse with desire and submission.
"Hmmmm, Jack..... I'm gonna cum, hmmmm," Olivia moaned, her body trembling as she approached her climax. I hugged her tightly from behind, my arms wrapped around her waist, feeling her body jerk as she came hard. I reached down and grasped the vibrator embedded in her asshole, pulling it out swiftly as she convulsed with her orgasm.
Olivia's body shuddered violently, her breath coming in heavy gasps as waves of pleasure coursed through her. I pulled my cock out of her pussy, standing up to admire the sight of her collapsed form, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm.
I raised my hand and brought it down hard on her ass cheek, the sound of the slap echoing through the room. "Aaaah!" she cried out, her eyes widening as she looked back at me, her hands instinctively rubbing her reddened ass.
"You like that, slut?" I growled, my voice thick with dominance and lust. "You like feeling my hand on your ass?"
Olivia bit her lip, her eyes filled with a mix of pain and pleasure. "Yes, Jack. I love it. Please, more," she begged, her voice breathy and desperate.
I smirked, raising my hand again and bringing it down on her other ass cheek, the sound of the slap filling the room. She moaned, her body arching back against my hand, eager for more.
"That's right, slut. Take it. Take the pain and the pleasure. You're my dirty little bitch, and you'll take whatever I give you," I commanded, my voice thick with lust.
Olivia nodded, her eyes filled with submission and desire. "Yes, Jack. I'm your dirty little bitch. I'll take whatever you give me. Please, fuck me more. Use me, own me, make me yours forever," she pleaded, her body trembling with anticipation.
I smirked, looking down at Olivia with pure lust and dominance. "First, clean my cock, you filthy slut. Take it deep in your fucking throat," I commanded, my voice thick with authority and dripping with sexual dominance.
Olivia quickly complied, positioning herself on the bed on all fours, her mouth presented to me as I stood on the floor. She took my cock deep into her throat, her lips wrapping tightly around my cock. I grabbed her head, tangling my fingers in her hair, and began to thrust hard, making her choke and gag on my cock.
"Aawwww nnggggg aaaggggghhh," she gagged, her eyes watering as she struggled to take my cock deeper. The sound of her choking and the sight of her lips stretched around my cock sent waves of pleasure through my body.
"That's it, you fucking whore. Take it deep. Choke on my cock. Show me how much you want to be my dirty little slut," I growled, my voice thick with lust as I continued to thrust, fucking her throat relentlessly.
Olivia's muffled moans and gags filled the room, a symphony of her submission and my dominance. I could feel her throat constricting around my cock, the tightness adding to my pleasure. I looked down at her, seeing tears stream down her face as she took my cock deeper, her mascara running and mixing with her saliva.
"Fuck, yes. Look at you, slut. Choking on my cock, tears running down your face. You're such a dirty little bitch, aren't you?" I taunted, my voice filled with cruel amusement.
Olivia nodded as best she could, her mouth stuffed with my cock. "Mmmhmm," she mumbled, her voice vibrating around my cock, sending waves of pleasure through my body.
I grinned, knowing that I was giving her exactly what she wanted, what she needed. I felt my cock throb and pulse, ready to explode. I wanted to cum inside her mouth, to fill her with my hot cum. I forced her to take my cock deeper, my hips thrusting harder and faster.
"Mhhhmm mmmggg ugggg," she gagged, her eyes wide as she struggled to take my cock deeper, her throat convulsing around my cock.
"That's it, slut. Take it all. Take my cum deep in your throat," I growled, my voice thick with lust as I came hard, my hot cum filling her mouth. I could feel her throat milking my cock, swallowing every last drop of my cum.
"Take it all and swallow it, you fucking whore," I commanded, my voice leaving no room for argument. Olivia complied, her throat working as she swallowed my cum, her eyes filled with submission and desire.
I pulled my cock out of her throat, her saliva and my cum coating my cock. I looked down at her, my eyes filled with lust and dominance. "Good girl. You took my cum like a dirty little slut. Now, get on your back. I'm going to fuck your pussy again. I'm going to make you scream my name and beg for more. And you're going to take it like the dirty little bitch you are."
Just as Olivia began to comply, her phone suddenly rang, the sound sharp and intrusive in the heated moment. I smirked, enjoying the interruption and the opportunity to play with her even more. "Answer it, slut. Put it on speaker," I commanded, my voice leaving no room for argument.
Olivia quickly reached for her phone, her hands trembling as she put it on speaker. A man's voice filled the room. "Hello, I found your number on the emergency list of this phone. There has been an accident involving a man. We found an ID on him named Miguel Torres."
I gestured for Olivia to act shocked, my eyes never leaving hers. She played her part beautifully, her voice trembling with fake emotion. "What... he... he is my husband... Where is he now? Did you take him to the hospital?" she cried, her voice choking with feigned tears.
The man on the other side of the call responded, his voice professional and urgent. "You need to come to the hospital. We are taking him to Saint Mary Hospital. I am the medic, and we are in the ambulance right now. His situation is complicated... just reach the hospital quickly."
Olivia looked at me, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and excitement. I nodded, encouraging her to continue the charade. "Ok... I'll be there as soon as I can," she said, her voice shaking as she hung up the phone.
I looked at Olivia, a cruel and lustful smirk playing on my lips. "Let's go see your husband, slut. Let's give him a show he'll never forget," I said, my voice dripping with sadistic amusement and dominance.
Olivia looked at me, her eyes filled with a mix of lust, desperation, and a touch of fear. "Jack...forget about him. Please, just fuck me. I need your cock in my pussy. I need you to stretch me, use me, own me," she begged, her hands spreading her pussy lips wide, inviting me to see her glistening, eager hole.
I walked over to her, my cock already hard and throbbing, ready to take what was mine. I raised my hand and brought it down hard on her pussy, the sudden slap making her squirt. "Aaah, aaah, aaaah! Fuck, Jack!" she cried out, her body convulsing with the intense sensation.
I grabbed her pussy, my fingers clenching her lips tightly, possessively. "Don't worry, my little slut. I have a plan. Imagine this: your pussy being filled, stretched, and fucked raw in front of your injured husband. Think about the look on his face as he watches me claim what he could never satisfy. He'll die all over again, this time from the anger and humiliation of seeing you like this," I growled, my voice thick with dominance and cruelty.
Olivia's eyes widened with a mix of shock, excitement, and sheer horniness. She moaned, her body trembling with anticipation and desperation. "Oh fuck, Jack...that's so fucked up. I can't wait. Please, let's do it," she panted, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she eagerly complied with my twisted plan.
She tried to stand up and walk into the bathroom to wash herself, her body stained with cum from our previous fuck sessions. I followed her in, turning on the shower. We both stepped under the hot spray, the water cascading over our bodies, washing away the remnants of our filthy deeds.
Olivia sat down on the toilet seat, trying to take a pee. I quickly put my hand on her pussy, pressing it tighter, preventing her from relieving herself. "You are not allowed to pee, slut. You can only pee when my cock is inside your pussy, stretching it, fucking it raw. Only then will I grant you that sweet release," I commanded, my voice leaving no room for argument.
"Jack, please, I can't hold it....let me pee," she begged, her voice desperate and pleading. I grabbed her, pulling her up from the toilet seat, and hugged her tightly, not letting her go. I continued to shower with her, not allowing her to pee no matter how much she begged and pleaded.
I looked down at her face, seeing the struggle and desperation in her eyes as she tried to hold her pee. I smirked, enjoying the power I had over her, the control I exerted over her most basic needs. I turned off the shower and pulled her out of the bathroom, water dripping from our bodies, her need to pee growing more urgent by the second.
"Get dressed, slut. But remember, no panties. I want that pussy bare and ready for me at all times," I commanded, my voice thick with dominance and lust. Olivia quickly complied, hurrying to get dressed without putting on any underwear, her body trembling with anticipation and eagerness to please.
As she finished dressing, I grabbed her arm, pulling her close to me. "Remember, slut. You belong to me. Every part of you is mine to use, fuck, and own. Now, let's go see your husband and give him the ultimate cuckold experience," I growled, a cruel smile playing on my lips as I envisioned the twisted scene that was about to unfold.
Olivia looked up at me, her eyes filled with submission, desire, and unbridled horniness. "Yes, Jack. I belong to you. I'm your dirty little slut, ready to be fucked and owned in front of my useless husband," she said, her voice breathy and desperate with need.
She quickly got dressed, slipping into a tight, one-piece dress that hugged her curves perfectly. I watched her, my cock already hard and throbbing, eager to claim her again. I dressed myself, my eyes never leaving her, knowing that she was mine to use, fuck, and own completely.
I walked out, hugging her waist possessively, helping her get into the car. She was wearing a short, one-piece dress, and as she sat down, I couldn't help but stretch her legs, exposing her bare pussy to the cool air. She gasped, feeling the breeze on her exposed flesh, her eyes widening with a mix of excitement and desperation.
"Jack, don't... hmmm, I can't hold it if you keep doing this," she begged, her voice breathy and desperate. I looked at her, a cruel smirk playing on my lips as I leaned in, kissing her deeply, my tongue exploring her mouth possessively. At the same time, I pressed my hand against her pussy, feeling the heat and wetness radiating from her. I slapped her pussy hard again, the sound echoing through the car as she cried out, "Aaaaaah!"
"Hmmmmm, Jack....it's gonna leak," she moaned, her body trembling with the effort to hold back her urgent need to pee.
I pulled back, looking into her eyes with a dominant and sadistic gaze. "Don't let a drop of your piss leak, slut. You hold it until I say you can let it go," I commanded, my voice leaving no room for argument.
Olivia looked at me with a begging, desperate expression, her body trembling with the effort to comply. I closed her door and got into the driver's seat, starting the car and driving towards the hospital. As we drove, I couldn't help but glance over at her, seeing her squirming in her seat, her thighs pressed tightly together, trying to hold back her urgent need to pee.
"Jack, please... I can't hold it much longer," she begged, her voice desperate and pleading. I reached over, placing my hand on her thigh, feeling the tension in her muscles as she struggled to maintain control.
"You will hold it, slut. You will hold it until I say you can let it go. And if you leak even a drop, you will be punished," I growled, my voice thick with dominance and cruelty. Olivia whimpered, her body trembling with the effort to comply, her desperation only serving to heighten my arousal and lust.
As we pulled into the hospital parking lot, I could see the mix of fear, excitement, and sheer horniness in Olivia's eyes. I parked the car and got out, walking around to the passenger side to help her out. As she stood up, I could see her body trembling, her need to pee growing more urgent by the second.
I took Olivia by the waist, guiding her into the hospital. As we stepped through the automatic doors, I leaned down and whispered in her ear, "It's showtime, slut. Act panicked. Make them believe you're the distraught wife."
Olivia immediately began to sob, her eyes welling up with tears as she put on a convincing display of emotion. She approached the reception desk, her voice choked with feigned distress. "Please, my husband... he was in an accident. His name is Miguel Torres. Where is he? What happened?" she cried, her body trembling with fake desperation.
The hospital staff looked up, their faces filled with sympathy and concern. "Ma'am, your husband is in the operating theater right now. He was in a serious accident. His car crashed into a road barrier and was found collapsed on the road. Some passersby called the ambulance directly," the staff member explained, their voice professional yet gentle.
I smirked internally, knowing that under the Absolute Hypnosis, Miguel believed he would die for sure if he crashed into a barrier, but he survived, at least for now. I wondered if he would still try to get into an accident right away if he woke up. That would be interesting to watch unfold.
The staff member continued, "He's in surgery right now. You can wait outside the operating theater. We'll update you as soon as we have more information."
Olivia looked at me, her eyes wide with a mix of fake emotion and genuine excitement. I nodded, encouraging her to continue the charade. She turned back to the staff member, her voice trembling. "Thank you, thank you so much," she sobbed, before turning and running towards the operating theater, her fake tears streaming down her face.
I followed close behind, my eyes scanning the hospital staff as we passed. I noticed several female nurses and staff members staring at me, their eyes filled with curiosity and admiration. I smirked, knowing that it must be my charm, my dominance, my sheer fucking presence that drew their attention.
As we approached the operating theater, Olivia's feigned sobs escalated, laced with a desperate, sensual edge. She dramatically collapsed into a chair, her body quaking with the force of her performed emotions. I stood beside her, my hand resting possessively on her shoulder, exuding control and support.
I leaned down, my voice low and intense. "You're incredible," I murmured, my breath hot on her ear. We waited, the air thick with tension until the doctor emerged.
Olivia instantly transformed into an anxious wife, her voice laced with false emotion. "Doctor, please, how is my husband?" she asked, her eyes wide and beseeching.
The doctor looked at her sympathetically. "Mrs. Torres, I have an update," he began, his voice grave. "His condition is not as critical as we first thought. We've stabilized him, and he's out of immediate danger."
Olivia sagged against me, her body pressing into mine as she feigned relief. "Thank god," she breathed, her voice sultry. "So, what's his current condition?"
The doctor's expression turned serious. "He's sustained significant injuries. Multiple bone fractures and, unfortunately, spinal damage."
Olivia gasped, her hand clutching my thigh as she leaned into me. "Oh no, that sounds serious," she stammered, her eyes locked onto mine. "What does that mean for his recovery?"
I could feel the heat building between us, the anticipation of our twisted game making my heart race. I leaned in, ready to take control. The doctor delivered the harsh news, "I'm sorry, but the spinal damage means he will be paralyzed for life."
Olivia's eyes widened, tears streaming down her face as she cried out, "What... how could this happen? Paralyzed? That's devastating. What will I do?" Her voice was thick with fake despair, but her body language told a different story, pressing against me with urgent need.
The doctor offered comfort, but I could see the desire in Olivia's eyes, the hunger for our twisted game. As the doctor and staff finally retreated, I surveyed the corridor. Seeing it empty, I seized the opportunity.
I grabbed Olivia's hips, pressing her hard against me. "You did well, slut. Now, let's make this wait a little more interesting," I growled, my voice thick with lust and dominance. I slipped my hand under her dress, my fingers finding her bare pussy, already wet and ready for me.
Olivia moaned softly, her body responding to my touch despite the situation. "Jack, not here... someone might see us fucking," she whispered, her voice breathy and desperate with lust.
I smirked, knowing that the risk of being caught only heightened the excitement. "That's the point, you fucking slut. The thrill of getting caught, the danger of being exposed while my cock is buried deep inside you. It's all part of the fun," I said, my voice low and dangerous, dripping with lust.
Just as I was about to intensify our play, I noticed a female staff member walking towards us. I quickly let go of Olivia, straightening her dress and composing myself as the staff member approached.
"Excuse me," the staff member said, her voice professional yet friendly. "Which kind of ward would you like to transfer Mr. Torres to? Also, we need to discuss the payment of the bills."
I reached into my pocket, pulled out my card, and handed it to her. "Book a private ward for him, please. Money is no object. And here, take care of the bills with this," I said, my voice calm and authoritative.
The staff member nodded, taking the card. "Thank you. I'll arrange for the private ward and process the payment. We'll let you know as soon as everything is ready," she said before walking away.
As soon as she was out of sight, I turned back to Olivia, my eyes filled with lust and dominance. I grabbed her by the waist, pulling her close to me, my hard cock pressing against her. "Now, where were we, you dirty little whore?" I growled, my voice thick with desire.
Olivia looked up at me, her eyes wide with a mix of excitement and anticipation, her breath hitching. "Jack, please... I can't hold it much longer. I need to fucking pee so bad," she begged, her voice desperate and pleading, dripping with need.
I smirked, enjoying the power I had over her. "You will hold it, slut. You will hold it until I say you can let it go. And if you leak even a drop, you will be punished. Understood, bitch?" I growled, my voice thick with dominance and cruelty.
Olivia whimpered, her body trembling with the effort to comply, her desperation only serving to heighten my arousal and lust. I grabbed her hand, leading her down the hallway to a more secluded area. I pushed her against the wall, my hands roaming over her body, roughly groping her tits, her ass, her thighs.
"You're such a fucking hot little slut, Olivia. I can't wait to fuck you again, to make you scream my name and beg for more of my thick cock," I growled, my voice thick with lust. I hiked up her dress, exposing her bare, dripping pussy to the cool air of the hallway. I slipped a finger inside her, feeling her wetness, her heat.
Olivia moaned, her body arching against my hand. "Jack, please... I need to fucking pee so bad it hurts," she begged, her voice breathy and desperate with need.
I smirked, knowing that I had her exactly where I wanted her. "Not yet, slut. You hold it until I say you can let it go. And if you leak even a drop, you will be punished. Understood, bitch?" I commanded, my voice leaving no room for argument.
I began to fuck her with my finger, slowly at first, then faster, harder, my thumb finding her clit, rubbing it in tight, relentless circles. Olivia moaned softly," hmmmm ummmm aaah Jack slow...down hmmm I can't hold it anymore" her body arching against my hand, her desperation to pee only heightening her arousal and submission.
"You're such a fucking dirty slut, Olivia. You love this, don't you? The thrill, the danger, the fucking depravity of it all. You love being my filthy little whore," I growled, my voice thick with lust.
Olivia nodded, her body trembling with submission and desire. "Yes, Jack. I'm your dirty little slut. I love being your filthy little whore," she panted, her voice dripping with need.
Just as I was about to make her cum, to make her scream my name right there in the hallway, I heard footsteps approaching. I quickly pulled my hand out from under her dress, straightening her clothes as a nurse walked by, her eyes filled with curiosity and admiration.
I smirked, knowing that I had her exactly where I wanted her. As the nurse passed, I grabbed Olivia by the waist, pulling her close to me. "Remember, slut. You belong to me. Every fucking part of you is mine to use, fuck, and own. Now, let's go see your useless husband and give him the ultimate cuckold experience," I growled, my voice thick with dominance and lust.
A female staff member approached Olivia and asked, "Are you Mrs. Torres? We have transferred your husband to the private ward as you requested. You can now visit him." She returned the card to Olivia. After that, she walked away.
Olivia gave the card to me, and I took it, smirking. "Let's go show your wife's debauchery," I said, slapping her ass firmly. Olivia let out a soft "hmpph" at the impact.
"Jack... I can't walk... I'm afraid the pee will leak," Olivia said, her voice desperate and pleading. I hugged her waist tightly, leaning in to growl in her ear.
"If you leak even a drop, I will fuck you right here in front of everyone, slut. You'll be bent over, ass in the air, with my cock pounding into you for all to see. Understood, bitch?" I threatened, my voice low and dangerous.
Olivia's breath hitched, and she nodded, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and excitement. "Y-yes, Jack. I understand," she whimpered, clenching her legs tightly as she tried to hold back her urgent need to pee.
I smirked, enjoying the power I had over her. I helped her walk, her body trembling with each step, her whimpers filling the hallway as we made our way to Miguel's private ward. As we entered the room, I closed the door behind us and locked it, ensuring our privacy for the depraved show that was about to unfold.
I saw Miguel lying on the hospital bed, still unconscious. A cruel smirk played on my lips as I looked down at him with contempt.
"Well, well, well. Look who it is. The useless fucking cuckold himself," I taunted, my voice laced with disdain and malice. I turned to Olivia, my eyes filled with lust and dominance. "Strip, slut. Let's give your pathetic husband a show he'll never forget."
Olivia looked at me, her eyes wide with a mix of excitement, anticipation, and sheer horniness. She quickly complied, her body trembling with submission and desire as she began to undress, revealing her naked body to her unconscious husband.
I grabbed her, pulling her close to me, my hands roaming over her body possessively, roughly groping her tits, her ass, her thighs. I could feel her body responding to my touch, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she eagerly awaited my next command.
"You see, Miguel, your wife is mine now. And I'm going to fuck her right here in front of you, making you watch as I claim her completely, stretching her tight little pussy and filling her with my hot, thick cum. You'll see what a real man can do, what you could never achieve with your pathetic, useless cock," I growled, my voice thick with dominance, cruelty, and sheer, unadulterated lust.
Olivia moaned, her body arching against mine as I began to undress her, revealing her naked body to her husband. Miguel lay there, oblivious to the depraved scene unfolding before him, but I knew that the humiliation would be just as sweet.
I grabbed Olivia by the waist, bending her over the edge of the bed, her ass presented to me like a fucking prize. I could see her pussy glistening with arousal, her juices dripping down her thighs as she eagerly awaited my cock.
"Look at her, Miguel. Look at your wife, presenting her pussy to me like the dirty little slut she is. She's begging for my cock, desperate to be fucked and owned. And you get to watch, you pathetic, useless cuckold," I taunted, my voice laced with cruel amusement and contempt.
I quickly unzipped my pants, pulling out my cock, still hard and throbbing, ready to claim Olivia once again. I grabbed her hips, lining up my cock with her dripping cunt. I slammed into her pussy, filling her completely, stretching her wide open. She screamed, her body arching back against mine as I began to fuck her, hard and deep, my hips slamming against her ass with each powerful thrust.
"Aaaaah, Jack! Aaaaah, I'm gonna pee!" she cried out, her voice desperate and pleading. I could feel the desperation in her body, the urgent need to pee only heightened her arousal and submission.
" Hold it, slut. You don't get to pee until I say so," I growled, my voice thick with dominance and cruelty. "If you leak even a drop, I'll make you lick it up while I fuck you even harder."
Olivia whimpered, her body trembling with the effort to comply, her desperation only serving to heighten my arousal and lust. I grabbed her hips tightly, my fingers digging into her soft flesh as I began to fuck her even harder, even deeper, my cock pounding into her pussy with relentless, brutal force.
"Fuck, Jack! Aaaaaah, it's so fucking good! Aaaaaah, you're so deep! Aaaaaah, I can feel you in my fucking womb! Aaaaaah, fuck me harder, baby! Make me yours! Make me your dirty little slut in front of my useless husband!" she cried out, her voice hoarse with desire, submission, and unbridled horniness.