What I found so confusing was the fact that Jennifer was very clearly a super sexual person; I mean, I was witnessing firsthand how the woman fucked the shit out of herself with a toy, so you’d figure she wouldn’t be a stranger to sleeping around with either random guys or having a list of ex-boyfriends; however, the facts proved otherwise.
"Question two, how often do you masturbate, and how many times do you usually orgasm when you do?" Moving deeper into personal territory, I watched as Jennifer’s movements faltered slightly, then returned to the rapid, sloppy pace she had been using for some time now.
"Hahhh ahhh Ngnnn uh…twi…three an N.G.H.H., times a day, yes yes yes ahhhhh, two times each session." At first, when she began responding to my question, Jennifer’s eyes glistened, forming a single tear drop that ran down her cheek.
However, she still answered, earning a nod from me as I further accepted she was a horny slut; even if she didn’t have practical experience with men, she clearly used these toys frequently.
"Question three, your ex-husband, how was he in bed? I want a full description of your thoughts this time." This question was one of two deeply intimate ones that I could use.
The reason was not only did it trigger a flood of memories about every time she was intimate with her ex-husband, but it also brought up all the bad emotions toward the man she had in her heart.
This time the woman didn’t simply falter; she completely locked up, frozen with the dildo fully inside her vagina as that single tear from earlier turned into a stream of them coating her cheeks.
’Bingo,’ that was just the response I was waiting for. It was one thing to poke and prod a subject’s psyche, but another to unravel and control it entirely, and I was aiming for the latter.
The fact that she was no longer following my initial command was a good sign, so I repeated the question a second time, then a third, until finally, Jennifer stopped crying and glanced up at me.
Behind her glowing eyes, I saw defiance for the first time tonight, and that alone caused my lips to rise into a sinister smile.
"A.N.S.W.E.R!" in a low growl that was otherwise unintimidating due to my high-pitched childish voice, I lashed out, charging my body with particles and asserting dominance as a higher Classification life form over the weak Basic Human Jennifer.
The flaring of particles was merely a parlor trick most of the time, as there were a lot of factors one needed to consider for it to work in the way I was exerting, such as a higher Rank and Racial classification, both boxes of which were checked off when comparing myself to the nude woman with a red dildo comically sticking out of her pussy.
Think of it as a fake aura from novels or anime; the way it works isn’t too unsimilar, as you have to visualize your particles leaking from your body into a visual phenomenon.
In my case, I always picture powering up like an Anime Character, a specific one who has multiple transformations and wears an orange martial arts gi.
The effect of my suppression on her was instant, and I watched Jennifer’s pupils dilate as an overbearing fear washed over her body and mind, one akin to a prey animal staring down its most notorious predator.
With each second that ticked by and the longer Jennifer was subjected to the pressure on her body that my particles exhibited, the faster I eroded her mental fortifications until she finally relented and answered my question.
"He…he was terrible…he would cum with only a few pumps and never once satisfied me in the way this toy does…he…he also was sterile, and I wanted children, so no matter how many times he released it inside of me, I never got pregnant." Her answer came out robotic, practically monotone, yet for some reason, I could feel the underlying pain and sorrow with each word she uttered.
I had struck a nerve, and her answer didn’t end there either; she continued spewing out all sorts of information, from how he abused her emotionally and even in bed and how he was the reason she had such a high sex drive, only for him never to be able to keep up.
As odd as it may sound, for someone who turned his ex-wife into an extremely sex-deprived hungry whore, the man was actually very vanilla in bed.
According to her story, he would only do missionary positions and would never go down on her as that was too improper in his eyes. Basically, anything others would consider fun was off the table for Jennifer’s Ex-husband.
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If I didn’t know any better, I half imagined him to be the kind of guy who cut a hole in a bedsheet to fuck his wife through it so their bodies didn’t have any physical contact apart from their genitals.
Overall, the tale was pitiful and painfully boring. I half expected a detailed narrative, but now, instead, all I got was a sappy woe-is-me story from the woman’s lips.
Upon finishing up her detailed answer, Jennifer reached back down, grabbed the dildo, and continued to fuck herself into oblivion as if trying to erase the truth of her reality and life from memory.
Seeing this, I knew I was only a step or two away from achieving what I set out to do with this whole fiasco, so, uncrossing my legs, I propped my elbows on my knees, leaned forward, and rested my chin atop my layered hands.
"Question 4, have you ever had or Tried Anal Sex." Saying the phrase with the most straight-faced and steady tone, I think I’ve used in years, my stoic attitude was shattered half a beat later because I ended up being forced to duck down to avoid an intense jet of fluids spraying from Jennifer’s vagina.