Noticing the expressions Jennifer made, my eyes narrowed slightly before giving her a push from my chair, making her faceplant into the couch thanks to getting tripped by the panties hanging around her knees.
For a second, Jennifer was stunned as what remained of her brain tried to catch up with what just happened. Eventually, my commands took control again, and she turned around on the couch, flung off her panties, and watched them fly across the room.
Bending her knees and making an M shape out of both her legs, the author sat there with her most precious place on display and rosy cheeks; however, she didn’t move to follow what I had ordered immediately.
Confusion returned to her cloudy eyes that still faintly glowed with blue light as she looked down at her exposed vagina, then up to me, and finally at the toys in both her hands.
Her lack of action was yet another sign that she wasn’t brain dead, but it also meant that somewhere, deep within her subconscious mind, Jennifer was actively fighting against my commands, which was both a good and a bad sign.
I say bad because it meant that if I didn’t move my plans forward, there was a strong chance that she would slowly immunize against my Talent, more so the Coersion skill, to a point where I would only be left with two choices.
Push with a large amount of particles and forcefully burn my commands into her mind, running the risk of causing irreparable brain damage to the woman or Rapidly input commands in succession.
Both options were unfavorable given my current situation, so for now, I decided to wait and monitor how long it took my command to restart.
And wait, I did, for a silent and extremely awkward 10 minutes, until finally, Jennifer began slowly running the tip of the red dildo up and down her vagina, digging it in ever slightly and allowing for the fake penis’s head to penetrate her by a half an inch.
’It looks like pain was a more powerful trigger than I imagined with this test subject. While not the first time I’ve seen this before, the question becomes, how bad of an injury do I need to inflict to break Jennifer out of my Coersion completely?’
"Mmmm, hahhh," Playing with her dildo, Jennifer’s moans became commonplace in the small two-bedroom home, bouncing around the room like the chorus of a song, with the moist sloshing sounds of her dildo taking the place of background singers.
The song only grew as time went on and hit a shrill peak of ecstasy when Jennifer shoved half the enormous dildo inside of herself, in turn, causing her to release a fountain of fluids that splattered to the floor with a heavy sound mere inches away from me.
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Yet, even with all this, my focus was solely on Jennifer’s eyes, carefully observing for any changes or signs of life as the woman pushed through her intense orgasm and began rapidly thrusting the rubbery toy in and out of her soaking wet pussy.
’It seems she doesn’t feel any pain from the toy, which I find both disgusting and slightly interesting. Ramming something that large into your body should, at the very least, sting, but it appears that she is promptly used to its size and, as such, only feels pleasure, so I guess the idea of having her fuck herself out of the Coersion isn’t going to work.’
Once I came to that conclusion, another plot instantly took over my original plan. Jumping out of my chair and flashing forward, I found myself standing over Jennifer, with a leg on either side of her body and her tits right in front of my groin.
Funny enough, even though I was literally standing over top of her and only a few inches from straddling her lap, the woman in question didn’t even react to my presence, completely immersed in pleasuring herself as she had now added in the vibrator to intensify her fun.
Blinking twice and adding her lack of reaction to my list of test results, I reached forward with my left hand moving around the back of Jennifer’s head, my fingers sliding through her hair as I grabbed a decent chunk before pulling down and forcing the woman to stare directly into my eyes.
"Psy-kinesis," activating my Talent, I watched the faint blue glow in her eyes intensify before spouting out another command.
"You will answer ALL of my questions TRUEFULLY with only short to the point, and precise responses; you will not cease your actions in the meantime, though." Once sure the command had set in, I released the clump of hair I had tugged and hopped down off the couch, heading back to my chair and posting up like I had been originally, one leg crossed over the other, making a symbolic 4.
’If the act of masturbation isn’t enough to make her fight against my skill for real, then it’s time to probe with intensely personal questions. Tsk, it’s such a fucking pain that her present state doesn’t allow for me to use Telepathy on her to read her thoughts because, as it stands, the only thing bouncing around that head of hers are my commands.’
Sighing in exasperation, I glanced back at Jennifer, who hadn’t missed a beat and was continuously fucking herself with the dildo the entire time.
"Question one, how many men have you had sex with in the past?" Getting straight to the point, I fired off the first of many sexually oriented questions.
"Hahhh, hahhh, two Men… AHHH," it took a moment for Jennifer to fight through her breathy moans, but eventually, she spat out a pitiful answer.
’Sheesh, by the time I was 32, even with all my physical disabilities, I had been with eight different women…one of those men was clearly her husband, but that was a short-term relationship, meaning up until her late 20s she either only had a single boyfriend, or maybe got a prostitute or something.’ Scrunching up my face, I couldn’t help myself from criticizing Jennifer.