“I see,” the man on the other side of the table mumbled. Mason’s presentation was not going well. His audience did not seem very interested, even bored. He was hoping he could convince the Hero Management committee at Vought that he should be given more opportunities to fight crime, but reading the room, he was not convincing them.
“Ladies and gentlemen of the committee. Imagine if, instead of beating criminals senseless, I could walk in, control their minds and arrest them. Mindmaster does not need to use violence. I just control them, handcuff them and arrest them.” He pointed up at the screen that was showing a security video. Three bank robbers could be seen holding up a bank on a security tape. Suddenly, one dropped his gun, turned around, and walked out while the other two shouted at him. Then the next one did the same thing, while the first robber physically tried to stop him. The video stopped after they walked out the door.
“So you caught all three? Nobody got hurt?” One of the women asked.
“Not exactly. The third thief realized something was happening and ran once I started to handcuff the first two. I can only reliably control one person at a time, and I’m taking control of their body, not their thoughts. But if I had the right kind of backup, all three would have been caught for sure. I’m also telekinetic, but that is not as strong as my telepathic abilities.” He lifted a pen from his podium and gently sent it to one of the committee members.
“I see.” Another long pause. “Mason. Or Mindmaster. I want to say something so there is no misunderstanding. The public likes violence. Mostly. They are happy to hear when a criminal gets their brain bashed in, even if they won’t admit it. We had a telepath four or five years ago. Honestly, it didn’t sell well. I’m not saying no, but we must discuss whether we should expand your duties at Vought. We will get back to you.”
Mason opened his mouth but realized there was no point. He could see they had made up their mind.
“Thank you all for your time.” Mason nodded as he collected his presentation from the podium.
He wished his power included being able to manipulate the committee members. The problem was, it felt like they were all against him. He walked out and headed towards the elevator, trying his best to hide his disappointment. There was a ding, and the elevator doors opened with a light woosh. He stepped in and hit the button for the parking garage. Just as the doors closed, a woman squeezed in at the last minute.
“Oh, hello there,” Mason said to the woman. She looked over, gave a courteous nod, then pulled out her phone and stared at the screen. He couldn’t help but look her up and down. She was tall, almost his height, with long wavy blond hair. She had curves in all the right places, accented by a short blue skirt, blouse, and a tight-fitting navy blazer. Her legs were long, and she was wearing high heels.
He was thinking of ways to strike up a conversation when suddenly, the elevator stopped. The lights went out briefly, and then dimmer emergency lights went on.
“For fucks sake. What now?” The woman cursed. “I’m going to be late for my Yoga class.”
“I’m sure it’s nothing. No need to be worried,” he said, trying to sound comforting. “My name is Mason. Nice to meet you. What is your name?”
“Angelina. Vice President of Hero Management. I think I read your file. They call you Mindmaster, right?”
“So you’ve heard of me,” Mason said, getting excited and putting a smug smile on his face.
“Class 4 telepath, class 2 telekinetic. I remember. We were looking at potential people to assign to Chicago, and your name came up.” She said with a strange smirk on her face.
“Really. That would be fantastic!” Mason said, getting more excited.
“No. Not really. I thought you were more of a circus sideshow. Put you in front of a crystal ball. Nobody wants to hire a telepath. Not enough pizzaz,” she said with a dramatic wave of her hands. “Now, where the fuck is building security. I need to get the fuck out of this elevator. See, if you had a real power, you would get us out of here. But all you can do is…well…nothing useful.”
Mason started to clench his fists in anger. He was furious. She was probably the reason the committee never even gave him a chance.
“You little bitch,” Mason fumed. “You think I don’t have a real power. How about this?“ He said as he walked up to her. “Show me your tits.”
“As if I’m going to…” Angelina looked on in confusion as her hands casually put her phone away, and she unbuttoned her blazer. “What is going on? How are you doing this? You can’t do this!” Once she was done with her blazer, she started to unbutton her blouse. “You fucking asshole. You stop right now. I’m going to get your ass fired so badly that you won’t find a job cleaning toilets in prison!”
Mason watched as her hands finished with her sheer white blouse. She reached up and held onto the clasp in the center of her bra.
“Who has the power now?” Mason hissed in her ear. With a click, she unclasped her bra and pulled it open, putting her naked breasts for him to see. She stood there, holding her bra open as wide as it would go.
“You are so dead motherfucker. Stan isn’t going to fire you. He is going to kill you.” She growled, mentioning the name of the CEO.
Mason casually ran his fingers under her left breast and rubbed the nipple gently. He wanted to go further but realized this was a poor location. The power could go on any minute. There were cameras that would record this.
“Get dressed,” Mason said. Her hands reclasped her bra, and her hands started to put her clothes back on. Angelina continued to shake her head in disgust.
“That’s right, you asshole. Good, you stopped this before it went too far. Maybe now, Stan will give you a painless death.”
As soon as she was done buttoning up her blouse and blazer, he did one more trick. One other power he had was to make people forget. He could erase everything up to a specific point in time, and he had practiced it enough to be reasonably accurate. He sent a mental wave to her brain.
“What…What happened? Where am I?” Angelina asked, looking confused, and stumbled for a moment.
“Hey maam. We are stuck in this elevator. It came rushing down, and you passed out for a minute. Are you OK?” Mason said, trying to sound convincing.
“I…I think so. You’re that Mindmaster guy, right?” She said as she rubbed her temples.
At that moment, the elevator came back to life. The lights came back on. Angelina shook her head to try and clear the cobwebs. She pressed the button for the parking garage. Mason smiled to himself. They rode down in silence. Her previously bitchy self seemed to be more reserved now. When the elevator reached the bottom, Angelina quickly stepped out first and headed towards the door to the parking garage. Mason wasn’t entirely done with her. Thinking fast, he spotted what looked like an office door. He tried the door, and it opened. Inside seemed to be a barely used office, maybe for a security guard or something similar. Angelina had almost reached the door leading to the garage when Mason made his move. She stopped in her tracks. Mason made her turn around and come back towards him. The look on her face was a combination of fear and confusion. He quickly led her into the office and locked the door. She turned around to face him.
“I…I don’t understand why I’m here. Why did I come here? I have somewhere to go. My Yoga starts in…”
“Stop,” Mason scowled. “You think you can treat me like shit and get away with it. Do you think I don’t have real power? I’m going to make you realize just how powerful I am.” Mason made her stay still as he walked up to her, admiring her beautiful face and how her hair fell past her shoulders. He unbuttoned her blazer, took it off, and threw it on the desk. All she could do was stand there, unable to move because Mason willed it. He began stroking her ample breasts through her blouse and bra.
“Please. Don’t touch me,” she whimpered. “I can give you money. What if I gave you money?” Angelina pleaded. Instead, Mason began unbuttoning her blouse. Once at the bottom, he pulled it out of her skirt and pulled the shirt apart. He ran his finger up her smooth and fit stomach. She was breathing hard now out of fear. Once he reached her bra, he took the clasp and released it. With both hands, he ran them under her bra, groping her naked breasts. They felt wonderful. Soft and yet firm. He pulled her bra to the side, exposing her tits to his eyes.
“You…you can’t do this. Stop now, or I scream.” Angelina pleaded.
“What do you think that will accomplish? If you scream, I will fry your brain. You will be a drooling mess. Do you want to know the worst part? I will still rape you. If anybody comes in, I will just make them forget what they saw. I might even leave you in here once I’m done. Maybe whoever has this office will call the cops. Maybe he fucks you before he picks up the phone. Think about that.” He said as he took a firmer grip around her tits.
“You have beautiful lips. Let’s put them to work.” Mason said with a wicked smile.
“What do you…” Angelina felt compelled to bend down and get onto her knees. “Oh god. No. No. No. Don’t make me do this.” Angelina mumbled. She was now staring right at the crotch of his costume. She watched as Mason undid his belt and pulled down his pants. When he dropped his underwear, his hard cock sprang out, inches from her face.
“I bet you are really good at sucking dick. I bet that is how you got to the top. Is that how you became a VP? Sucking every other VPs dick? Let’s find out if all the practice paid off.” Mason smirked.
Angelina couldn’t help herself. Her mouth opened, and she leaned forward slowly until her mouth engulfed the head of Mason’s cock. Angelina immediately started to suck, triggering waves of pleasure for Mason. Her eyes were screwed shut as she tried to block out what she was forced to do.
“Oh no, Angelina. I want you to look at me while you suck me.” Her eyes shot open, and she stared directly into his eyes. She couldn’t control herself. Her mouth was sucking the head almost as hard as she could, but not by her choice. Mason was manipulating every part of her with his mind.
“Mmmm…your mouth was made for sucking dick. That feels so good. I wonder how strong your gag reflex is.” With those words, Angelina felt herself slowly leaning further forward, Mason’s cock going deeper and deeper into her mouth and down her throat. The whole time, she was sucking as hard as she could. There was a lot of whimpering, but it didn’t help. Her eyes pleaded with him to stop, but he smiled as her lips made his dick disappear inch by inch. Soon, she was at the bottom of his cock. There was a loud retching sound as her gag reflex kicked in, but she stayed where she was. Mason didn’t let her up. There was another noise as her body tried to fight the intruder in her throat, but she still could not move. Tears were now streaming out of her eyes, making her mascara run down her cheeks. Her face started changing color as she was choking herself on his dick.
He had tortured her enough for now. He released all control of her, and she immediately pulled away, falling to the floor and gasping for air.
“You…you,” Angelina tried her best to recover. ”I couldn’t breathe with your filthy dick in my throat.”
“So imagine this, Angelina. You choke to death, and the last thing you remember is my dick down your throat. If you don’t want that to happen, I want you to come over here and suck my dick on your own. No mind control. You do that, and I won’t let you choke to death on my dick.”
“No fucking way.” Angelina’s eyes were pure fury and hatred. Her fists were clenched, and sweat and mascara were all over her face. “I would rather die than suck your pencil dick, you fucking asshole.” Suddenly, Angelina got up and rushed to the door. She instantly froze mid-lunge, with her hand an inch from the door handle in a pose that looked almost like a statue.
“Oh well. Have it your way.” Mason said as he ran his hands over her half-naked body. Once again, with no control of her own, Angelina turned around and got back on her knees. Her hands were firmly planted by her side. Mason held his dick just beyond her lips. Against her will, her mouth opened again and took his cock into her mouth. He made her move up and down this time, sucking as hard as she could. He wanted some foreplay before deep-throating her again. He made her pleasure him, sucking his cock, moving around like a porno star, playing with the head of his dick with her tongue. There was an occasional slurping sound while she moved up and down on him. He enjoyed watching this rich bitch, with her fake blond hair as it moved up and down on him.
“I’m sorry. Have I been selfish?” Mason quietly said. “Maybe you should enjoy yourself too.” Angelina found her right-hand slide across her belly and under her skirt. With no control over herself, her fingers pulled her panties aside. Her manicured fingers started to play with her clit, rubbing little circles around it. Meanwhile, the blowjob did not stop. Her head continued to bob up and down, slurping and sucking away.
“Let’s try that throat again,” Mason said, looking down at his captive. Her eyes shot open in fear, pleading but getting no mercy. Her mouth moved slowly down his dick, inch by inch, going deeper into her throat until she started to gag again. But she couldn’t stop or pull away. Her lips continued until he couldn’t see his cock buried deep in her throat. Despite this, her busy fingers kept rubbing her clitoris against her will. The retching noise started back up, but she could do anything. He left her there for a bit, but he did not want to kill her. He made her pull back from his dick, leaving a trail of saliva trickling down her chin.
“I think my balls need some attention,” Mason said with a snicker.
“Oh god. I can’t do this. Don’t make me.” Without another word, her tongue shot out of her mouth, stopping any pleading. She started to lick his hairy balls, one by one, playing with them gently in her mouth. She whimpered from the shame but could not stop. In the meantime, she took two fingers and inserted them slowly into her vagina with a quiet wet sound.
“You like this, don’t you? Playing with yourself like a horny slut. That is what you are. A horny little slut. But I have something better than your fingers. Stand up.”
Angelina stopped pleasuring his testicles and stood up slowly.
“Show me your pussy.” Mason snarled.
“No,” she whimpered as she hiked up her blue skirt. “Please. You can’t do this to me.”
Mason could see a pair of frilly black panties. Her hands slid them down her legs, and she lifted her expensive high heels so the panties stayed on the floor. Her skirt stayed up, and he could see a perfectly manicured landing strip. Without any control, she stepped backward until she touched the desk that was in the office. With a little hop, she placed her butt up on the desk. Mason casually stroked himself, watching this beautiful half-naked woman in front of him.
“Please. Don’t do this. I beg of you. I will give you lots of money. I will make sure you have a great placement. Anything you want. Please don’t rape me.”
Mason ignored her pleas. Instead, she found her arms slowly lifting until they were behind her head, pushing her naked breasts out for him to admire. At the same time, she found her legs spreading open slowly against her will.
Mason strolled over to her. She was breathing hard now, trying to figure out how to gain control of her body. He ran his hands over her warm and sweaty body, caressing her full and supple breasts with one hand and running his hand up and down her thighs with the other. As he groped his captive, he slid the head of his penis up and down her vaginal lips. He was pleased to discover they were moist from the masturbation she was forced to do earlier.
“No. You can’t do this.” Angelina pleaded once again.
“Yes..I…can.” Mason whispered, staring directly into her eyes. With a quick thrust of his hips, he slid deep into her pussy with his cock, causing her to moan and then whimper. When he hit bottom, he held himself inside, feeling her wrapped around him. With a little mental shove, she made him flex her vaginal muscles around him, which felt amazing. The fact that he had that level of control over her body was too much. That and that she was being raped in an office in a parking garage sent her over the edge. She started to cry uncontrollably.
“Mmm….your pussy feels great. Nice and tight around my dick. I bet you regret being such a bitch now, don’t you?” Mason whispered into her ear as he pushed himself against her naked chest, holding her close. He pulled out slowly and started to slide back and forth, enjoying all of the soft wetness of her body. He glided in and out of her like they were intimate lovers, but her constant sobbing was not from somebody who felt loved. Mason’s hand ran up and down her body, caressing her breasts occasionally.
“Puh…puh…please stop.” She pleaded between cries.
Mason put his hand around her throat. “I don’t have any real power. That is what you said. What do you think now?” He said as he continued thrusting in and out of her.
“Yes…I was…I was…wrong. Please. You ARE powerful. I can see that now. Is that what you wanted to hear? Please, just stop this!”
“I’m not going to stop. I’m just getting started.” Mason took his hand off her throat, slid them down her body, reached under her skirt, and grabbed both of her ass cheeks for leverage. He picked up the pace, slamming his hips forward. By now, her crying was down to more of a helpless whimper. The room was filled with the sound of two bodies colliding in lust. He couldn’t help but notice that her vagina was involuntarily getting wetter.
“You little whore,” he said in her ear, “your pussy is getting wet for me.” He continued picking up the pace, making her boobs fly up and down. “If you cum, you will always wonder, did I force you to orgasm, or were you just a slut who enjoyed getting raped.”
Mason didn’t want to come any time soon, but it felt so good. The entire time, Angelina still had her hands behind her head. But now she felt them coming down, and against her will, she grabbed Mason’s butt, pulling him closer to her, pushing her sizable breasts into his costume. But it didn’t change what was happening. She was still whimpering out of the shame of being raped in a dirty basement against her will.
“You want my cum, slut? Is that it?” Mason whispered in her ear.
“Please. Don’t cum in me. Please don’t.” She moaned, hoping for mercy.
Mason slowed down and stopped with the head of his cock just inside her vaginal lips.
“I will make you a deal,” Mason said with a sinister smile. “If I pull out and you wrap those pretty lips around my dick on your own, I won’t come in your pussy. Deal?”
“But…but…It’s been. It’s been in me. That is disgusting!”
“Do it, or I’ll drain my balls in you right now.”
“OK, OK. I…I’ll do it.” Angelina said, dropping her head in defeat. Mason released all control of her, causing her hands to fly off his behind. Mason slowly walked back from the desk, his dick bobbing up and down with each step. Angelina slowly stepped down from the desk, trying to cover up her chest, but realized there was no point. She got down on her knees and stared at his cock, trying to decide what to do. She wrapped one of her hands around the base and stroked it.
“I said blowjob, not handjob. Get to it.”
Angelina looked up, trying to think of how to get out of this. With no other option, she wrapped her mouth around the tip of his penis and slowly moved up and down. There was the occasional sucking sound as she did her best to pleasure her rapist. Mason looked down and watched as his dick moved in and out of his victim’s mouth.
“Rub my balls too.” He whispered quietly. Angelina reached up and stroked his nutsack gently while giving the blowjob. He had to admit that she was giving pretty good head. She was sucking much harder than any girl before, but his only complaint was that she wasn’t going very deep.
“Come on. You can do better than that. Go deeper.” She started to go a little deeper, but there was an instant coughing noise, and she pulled off. “I…I can’t go any deeper, or I will gag. I’m really trying.” She said, looking up and pleading. Mason simply put his hand on the back of her head and guided her towards his cock. She resumed sucking his hard dick and picked up the pace, hoping he would finish quicker. The room was filled with slurping and sucking noises, giving her captor the best head she could.
“Go deeper,” Mason whispered again, but she didn’t change what she was doing. “Come on, put that dick deeper into your mouth. I want to feel your throat.” No change, but she did speed up again, with the slurping sound getting louder. Mason sighed. He took control of her again. Against her will, she found herself sliding down his dick, moving until it was buried in her throat again. The room was filled with the sound of gagging and retching, but he wouldn’t let her go. He enjoyed the sensation of her throat on the head of his dick. She felt like she was going to die. Then to her surprise, she found herself slowly sliding back, licking him all the way until his cock left her mouth with a little pop, and she stood up.
“What…what are you doing?” She said, with new fear in her voice. She found herself picking up the panties off the floor and started to ball them up. “What are…” her sentence was cut off as she found herself forcing the panties into her open mouth. She could taste the dirt from the floor. With no control, she turned around and walked back over to the desk. She hiked up her skirt, and then her body slowly bent over until her breasts were squished onto the cold table. Her feet shimmied to the side, spreading her legs wide. What he made her do next shook her to her core. Her hands reached back, took a grip of her ass cheeks, and pulled them apart, revealing her anus to his lustful eyes. She had never allowed anybody to have anal sex with her before. There was no way she would willingly let a man hurt her like that. She started crying again, unable to control what she was doing. She could hear him come closer and run his hands over her naked butt, giving it a gentle squeeze. Mason let some spit fall from his mouth, landing on her exposed sphincter, causing her muffled crying to get louder in desperation. Mason rubbed the head of his dick in the saliva, rubbing it around her delicate rosebud.
“I hope you like anal.”
He started to try and put his dick in, but it was very tight. She was trying very hard to keep her hole closed, which was only going to make it worse. Taking a firm grip on the head of his dick, he made a little tunnel with his hand. That allowed him to guide it past her outer ring. She immediately screamed into the panties in her mouth but did not move off the desk or stop spreading her butt wide with her hands. Mason savored the feeling of her sphincter squeezing the head. He slowly pushed in another inch, causing her to scream again. His dick looked huge in her tight hole as it stretched out. He stopped about halfway and admired the view of her tight ass. Then he got an idea. He made her let go of her butt cheeks and put them onto the table under her, lifting her body up and bracing herself. Mason pulled out until just the head was past her anal ring.
“Fuck me. You anal slut.” Mason said. Angelina found her hands moving to steady them on the table, and she suddenly thrust back until her ass was buried right up to the base of his dick. She screamed at the top of her lungs, but the panties in her mouth muffled the noise. There was no lube other than the small amount of spit, so it felt like it had torn her apart. After a moment, she found herself sliding back and forth slowly on his dick, from head to base. Every thrust elicited a new whimper of pain. Mason casually ran his hands over her butt as Angelina was forced to rape herself anally. He bent over slightly and took a firm handhold of her breasts, now swinging underneath her as she involuntarily moved back and forth. He played with her nipples and squeezed her tits gently, even though she was still crying. It felt like a red-hot poker was being shoved into her. The pain was immense but slowly decreased as her asshole adjusted to the intruder.
Angelina found her hands adjusting so that she was only leaning on her right hand. Her left hand slowly reached underneath her. Where was he making her hand go? She grabbed his balls and cupped them gently in her hand, caressing them. Here she was, anally raping herself and being forced to caress her rapist like a lover.
“Mmm…that feels good. Does it feel good for you with my dick deep in your ass?” Mason got nothing but crying and whimpering in return, and he could feel his balls getting ready to burst. Angela found herself stopping and putting her body back onto the table like before. Her head was to the side, and her arms held onto the table.
Mason casually stroked himself while looking at her shapely ass, which was quivering because she was still crying. He spit on his hand and rubbed it up and down, giving it a half-hearted attempt to provide some lubrication. Mason stepped forward and spread her ass cheeks, and he noticed her asshole had a small trickle of blood at the edge.
“Don’t worry slut. It will be over soon. Then I will wipe your memory, and you won’t remember what happened. Your body will know it got raped, but your mind won’t.”
Mason took the tip of his penis and placed it near her sphincter. This started another round of crying, but she could not move. Mason shoved himself inside her with one quick thrust, causing her to scream into the panties in her mouth again. But she could not make her body respond to her wishes. He took a firm grip on her hips and fucked her long and deep into her bowels.
“Your ass is nice and tight. It feels so good wrapped around my dick.”
Mason made sure to thrust in as hard and fast as he could every time he penetrated her. The room was filled with a mixture of flesh-on-flesh slapping and Angelina whimpering into the panties in her mouth. He ran his hands all over her naked ass, squeezing it like dough. He grabbed her skirt that was bunched up in the small of her back and held on for leverage, speeding up his vicious onslaught of her asshole.
“Mmmm…I’m close. Are you ready for my cum, you dirty, filthy whore?” Mason shouted at her. He continued to fucking her ass with long and hard thrusts, sending waves of pain every time up her backside.
“I’m going to cum”, Mason whispered, fucking her ever harder. “I’m going to…Fuck YEAH!” He bellowed as he dumped a load of cum in her rectum. Mason held himself deep inside her as a second stream of semen shot out. Then, he pulled himself out just as a third rope of cum shot out, painting the crack of her ass in a hot sticky mess. Mason looked down, and her rectum was still open. He could see a combination of cum and light traces of blood as her hole slowly closed.
Mason took a moment to catch his breath. He then pulled his pants most of the way up so he could walk around the desk until he was standing in front of her. She looked up and saw his penis in front of her face, a trickle of semen hanging off the tip. Mason pulled the panties out of her mouth.
“You…asshole, “she whimpered. “How could…how could…” Her comment was cut short as she found her tongue slowly pushing out of her mouth. To her horror, Mason casually cleaned the cum from his dick on her outstretched tongue. She could feel the urge to vomit in disgust. Mason stepped back slightly. Angelina found her hand reaching back behind her. To her shock, her hand was scooping out the cum from between her ass. Her hand then came forward and wiped the cum all over her outstretched tongue.
“Look at you cleaning yourself up.” Mason laughed. He tucked his dick into his pants and stood back. It was time to end this. He made her stand up.
“What…what are you going to do now?” Angelina found herself picking up the panties and putting them on. He enjoyed watching them travel up her smooth legs. She started to put herself back together, pulling her skirt down, closing her blouse, and putting her blazer back on.
“Are…are you going to let me go now?” She said as Mason casually walked over to her and started to stroke her breasts through her blouse and bra. “Yes, Angelina, I’m going to let you go. I want you to know that this was so much fun. I think we are going to do this again.”
“Oh god. Please don’t. I beg of you.” Angelina whimpered again. She found herself turning and facing the door.
“This ass was too good for me not to want to fuck it again,” Mason said as he gave it a gentle squeeze. He stepped over to the office door and peered outside. Nobody was there, so he held the door open. Angelina stepped forward, and just as she got outside the office, he wiped her mind and closed the door almost entirely, but ajar enough that he could watch what she did through the crack.
“Ouch…what the hell,” Angelina said and rubbed her behind. She had no recollection at all of what had happened. The last thing Angelina remembered was waiting for the elevator upstairs. Now she was downstairs, and her body ached. But what shocked her the most was that her butt was in particular pain, and she had no idea why. After a few moments, she hobbled away and headed towards her car, wondering what could have caused her so much pain. She looked in the rearview mirror, and her face was flushed, and her mascara had run down her cheeks in two dark streams. What the hell had happened to her?