The Singer's Guardian
by Corrupted Drummer
mc; mf; mdom; mast; oral
The chiming from the last cymbal had not even died down yet as everyone relaxed after the last song. Jonny and Rickie nodded in agreement with me as they turned off their amplifiers. Kristen (our vocalist) simply smiled and bobbed her head to one side and then the other in satisfaction. Gordon was lifting his mic-stand away so that he could untangle my jack and turn off the amplifier he had been using today. The practice was officially over. God how much I had waited for this moment to arrive.
After practice Kristen would always pack her bag, put on her jacket and then leave to take the bus home, but if I had done everything right then that would not be the case today. As everyone else was busy packing and turning things off, I closed my eyes and focused harder than I had ever done before. In what people who knew of satanic magic would have called an action most foolish I opened all my chakras as fast as I possibly could and opened my third eye. The sight of their souls walking back and forth in the room was weak compared to what it would have been if I had been in a deep trance, but I was confident that I could carry out my task before anyone could notice. With practiced accuracy I assaulted the mind of our blonde vocalist when she was turning the volume of her and Gordon’s microphone down. She had a very weak defence and it was destroyed in half a second by the sheer power I hurled at her.
Her mind was a busy and messy one. She was thinking about a new costume for a cosplay she would be attending in a few weeks (she was planning on going as a silvan elf), her brother’s relationship with a girl at her own age, making the bus in time and what there would be for dinner when she got home. When I was in full control she stopped for just a second before I administered my commands to her.
“Keep doing what you’re doing, pack everything you need to pack and shut down everything you normally do. Afterwards say that you are going to wait here to get picked up by your mother, and then you wait here with me.” I ordered and pulled out of her mind. No one noticed anything, and I exited my trance a little more carefully than I had entered it. I counted slowly to five and opened my eyes again.
The light hurt my eyes, but I could see that Jonny was done packing his guitar and Gordon was done packing the Ibanez he had borrowed from me. He had supported it against the Peavey cabinet that I liked very much because of the really good overdrive it had.
“I have to hurry out!” Gordon said and waved to us as he opened the door. He had to get home to help prepare for his younger sisters birthday.
“Have a nice weekend man!” I yelled after him and was joined by the rest of the band members before the grey fire-door closed behind him. I heard a weak “crack” as the Sennheiser amplifiers were shut down by Kristen whom I was keeping a close eye on. Jonny stood silently in his red hoodie and nodded to himself for some reason like he always did. I often wondered what he was thinking about when he stood like that.
“Are you coming?” Ricky asked as he took up position next to Jonny with his bass-bag on his back and his leather jacket on. I shook my head in response.
“Gonna practice technique for a little while.” I answered and picked up my drumsticks again with a smile. To my surprise I was getting a boner already a long time before the fun had even begun. I did my best to hide it and pulled my t-shirt over my pants.
“Kristen?” He went on asking happily as he turned to look at her. I suspected he had a thing for her. She turned to him fast with an answer ready.
“I’ll wait here with Leon. I am getting a lift from my mother today!” She said and smiled wholeheartedly as if she was genuinely happy with an act that would never happen.
“Okay. See you guys later then.” Jonny replied and started walking out of the room with Ricky at his heels. He probably had a Halo tournament waiting for him at home.
“See you later.” Kristen and I said as they walked out the door. When they were all out of the room she sat down in the brown leather couch on the right side of the band room. I sat at the back farthest away from the door. The room was about ten meters long and five meters broad with messy tables and various cables lying about for vocal or guitar amplifiers and one corner I could even see a few cymbals tucked away in a cardboard box underneath an old keyboard. The floor was made of a soft plastic, and the walls were made of bright wood.
I looked at Kristen now with all my focus on her. My eyes were drinking in all features and colours on her sixteen year old body as she sat fully relaxed on the couch. Her breasts did not look impressively big underneath her black jacket, but they would serve me very well if I wanted to. I also loved the way she had coloured only a part of her hair black so that the blonde parts almost turned more blonde, and they way her eyeshade made her eyes seem extra blue.
I closed my eyes again and entered a deeper trance this time, using more time than before. Using two different breathing techniques I relaxed as much as I possibly could. After a few minutes I felt my body grow heavier, and my perception of everything slowed down drastically.
Each of the seven chakras of the body was opened more carefully than earlier as I assessed the damage I had done to them and my aura. Black spots and uneven lines filled my auras as I opened each of them. The damage had been great, but worth it.
“I will have to fix that later.” I thought to myself and opened the last chakra. Once again I could see the entire room. Sensations of colours and shapes washed over me as I looked over to her. Her defences still lay in ruins and she was more susceptible than a small child would have been (not that I had ever tested my powers on a little child). Once again I entered her mind and prepared more instructions for her.
“You will obey my every word to the letter, you will not defend yourself against me in any way, you will be my little slave in every way and you will enjoy it.” I ordered, and felt that her very being shaped itself to my will. I felt my body smile as the process finished, and she was all mine. Once again I counted to five and opened my eyes slowly.
She looked at me with eager eyes as I stood up behind the drums. I had no intention of playing with her, but I was so damn turned on that it would be a challenge. I just hoped that my Void meditation (A practice in focus) had been enough to prepare me for the task ahead. I turned the old white fan next to the drums off as I walked past it and straight over to her. She did not react when I pushed my face so close to hers that our noses touched, and stared into her blue eyes. Most girls I knew would have punched me in the face right now, but here I was and I could literally taste her breath. Even though I lacked over 90% of my ability smell I could still smell her sweet perfume. It was made of raspberries unless I am quite mistaken.
“Kiss me.” I said, and she instantly leaned forward and kissed me. Her lips were so damn soft and sweet when they met mine. Arousal coursed through me, but I managed to keep it at bay. I had always longed to feel the warmth of another human this way. I pulled away when she did after just a short kiss, and straightened my back. As I regularly do I placed my hands behind my back like an officer in the army. It was just an old habit of mine, but it made me feel secure and somewhat filled with authority. I could almost not believe that I had her at my command. Such a sweet, young and gorgeous blonde was mine and mine alone to command and play with.
“Are you a virgin?” I asked her. My own directness shocked me, and I chuckled a little bit at it before I returned my focus to her.
“Yes.” She answered me, and nodded to confirm it. She did not seem shocked by the question or even embarrassed to answer them, which took a lot of joy away from the interrogation.
“Try to act a little more emotional, and protect your secrets a little more. A blush now and then would not hurt. Act a little more normal.” I said after I had made up my mind about it. I was a big fan of realism, and I would make sure that her role would be as realistic as possible.
“Yes Leon.” She answered and smiled like she regularly does in contrast to the blank and fake smile she used earlier.
“Are you on the pill?” I asked her, and this time she blushed a little this time and looked away shyly.
“Yes.” She answered, and I was satisfied with the realism of the situation. I took a deep breath and started planning what I wanted her to do. When I was halfway done I walked behind the drums again, and picked up the drumsticks. As an “experienced” pervert I got some really nasty ideas sometimes. I had been jerking off since I was seven years old, and to the summer I would have my tenth anniversary so to speak.
“Undress so that you are sitting in your underwear and stockings.” I ordered her as I slapped the palm of my hand with the drumsticks. I started walking around the drums again as she started doing my will. She wore a black skirt, fishnet stockings and a black t-shirt with a Pierce the Veil motif on it. It was all eagerly taken off and laid in a neat pile next to the couch until she was as undressed as I wanted her to be. Her white beautiful skin was now exposed to the air and to my hungry eyes. Her breasts were hidden behind a black bra with blondes like her black panties. Her blonde hair was now lying ever so elegantly down her thin shoulders and close to her breasts. She blushed a little as she looked up at me, but that only made me hornier. She seemed so innocent where she sat. I can swear that I had never been so hard before.
“You are alone; play with yourself like you would normally do.” I ordered. This time she did not even answer me, but just looked down her body as her right hand went into her panties as she uncrossed her sweet thin thighs. The other one quickly went to her right breast, and she started to massage it. Soon I could see her hard nipples through the fabric of her bra. The sight was so surreal. I had never in the world imagined that a girl would do something like this for me. I was Leon... The famous perv from youth-school, and now one of the most beautiful girls from my hometown was sitting in front of me masturbating.
Before I even knew what was happening; her panties were down at her ankles, and her pussy was exposed and her hand was eagerly rubbing her wet slit. She was shaved and waxed it seemed since there was not a single hair to be seen down there. The pink folds were already partially open under her hand. She looked so focused and sweet when she played with herself. As if she was living for the next second of sexual stimulation. And in the middle of it all a new smell started spreading through the air inside the band-room that I had never smelled before: The smell of a wet pussy.
She laid her head back and closed her eyes and I could see that she was all wet now. The look of a sweet, young and glistening pussy was almost impossible to resist. Without thinking I laid my drumsticks down on the couch next to her, and sat down right in front of her.
“Suck the drumstick. Make it wet and slippery.” I ordered, and without hesitation she picked it up and took the thin wooden stick into her mouth. It was a 7A size so it wasn’t really thick, but it was small and fast just the way I liked it. With vigour she played with it and licked as much of it as possible. It did not take long before the stick was almost shining with saliva. In the meantime she was starting to moan, and that was when I saw that the time had come to make my move.
“Fuck your ass with the drumstick!” I ordered loudly with barely contained arousal. She hesitated for a second before the drumstick slid from her mouth and down to her sweet ass. She slid her ass forward to the edge of the sofa. Her face was so lewd and her mouth was open when she almost had the drumstick in place between her pale asscheeks. As I remembered something I had read on the Internet I quickly spit on her tight little sphincter for extra lubrication.
“Look me in the eyes and fuck yourself with it.” I ordered. Her eyes immediately looked straight into mine as she shoved the stick a centimetre in. She sucked in air as her face contorted in pain, but she pushed it further in and for the first time I saw a girl fuck her ass for me in real life.
I watched as she eagerly fucked her own ass with the long piece of wood. She didn’t take the entire thing since it was quite long, but the sight of her pale ass tightening around the drumstick threw me over the edge. The way the muscles moved and twisted as the drumstick moved back and forth was incredible to behold. As quickly as possible I stood up, undid my belt and opened my zipper.
“Get down on your knees and suck me like you love me.” I ordered her, and pulled my hard dick out of my blue boxer-shorts. Without hesitation she went down on her knees in front of me and guided my dick in front of her face. I looked down at her and she looked up at me as my dick first met her lips and then slowly slid in between them. Her wet and warm mouth felt wonderful as it tried to take as much of my dick into it as possible. She did not manage to take much of it, but I was more than happy with the effort she was making. Her red cheeks were sucked inwards when she sucked me as vigorously as I could have expected in my wildest dreams. Her right hand went down to her pussy again as she bobbed her head back and forth so that I fucked her mouth. I don’t know how to describe it, but the sound of her wet pussy being played with was just incredible. I grabbed her hair to get better control over her and gathered it all in a horsetail on the back of her head. She reminded me more and more of a porn star where she sat on her knees.
“Undo your bra.” I ordered frantically after a minute as I was getting closer and closer to cumming inside her wonderful little mouth. I could not stop enjoying her soft lips against my dick as I eagerly fucked her face. Her right hand left her pussy and quickly went up behind her back to undo the bra. The clasps were opened within a few seconds, and the straps were removed as well and the bra fell to the ground at my feet. When I looked down now I could see her beautiful breasts bouncing back and forth. They were pale like most of her body, and I really liked her pink little hard nipples.
“You will tell me when you are about to cum.” I ordered her as I placed both my hands on her head and fucked her mouth more viciously than I had done before. I heard that she was trying to say a “yes”, but her words were choked by my dick in her mouth. From my experience with porn on the Internet I thought that she was not far from cumming. Her body was glistening with sweat, she was rubbing and fucking herself incredibly fast, and she was moaning like hell to the best of her abilities. All in all I almost had a dream come true.
Suddenly she jerked her head back and looked up at me with a sweaty face. Saliva was running down her chin from sucking me and she said loudly “I’m coming!” Quickly I initiated my final plan with what remained of my focus.
“Take the hand from your pussy and jerk me off!” I ordered so that she was only fucking her ass.
“But...” She protested before she followed my order. The fact that she resisted unnerved me a little, but I would have to address that problem later. Her hand found my dick, and with no experience or practice at all she started to jerk me off. Frankly it did not feel as great as people said it would, but it was still very enjoyable. Her clear blue eyes stared straight into my grey eyes as she panted and moaned. Desperation to cum filled her eyes as she looked at me.
After ten seconds or so she opened her eyes wide as an orgasm shook her entire body. Her back arched so that her breasts were touching my thighs, and her entire body went rigid as she screamed from the top of her lungs. Such an ear-shattering scream was so wonderful, but at the same time it hurt my ears. Even more than the entire band could when it played at full volume. There and then I decided that I would do this again, and not just with Kristen. She looked so helplessly absorbed in pleasure where she sat on her now shaking knees.
I sat down on my knees in front of her and stroke her chin as the orgasm kept going. I could see from a motion in her left arm that she was still fucking herself, but very much slower
“This is just too good!” I cheered mentally with joy. When she finally was done she fell forward with her head on my shoulder. She was panting heavily as she took deep breaths and tried to collect herself. Her hands hung lazily by her sides as she was coming back to herself. I put my hands around her and stroke her back.
“Good girl.” I whispered into her ear and smiled to myself. I had failed to notice the heat that we had generated, and the fact that I was sweating. However I loved the feeling of her warm naked body against mine. The air had grown surprisingly thick, but not as thick as it had been on my long gaming nights. Then suddenly to my big surprise she put her arms around me. I felt my shoulder grow wet as she started crying.
“Shh...” I said in an effort to try and comfort her. Guilt washed over me and I hugged her tighter. Fear washed through me that she had hurt herself in her effort to do as I pleased. She sobbed loudly where she was resting against me.
“What the fuck have I done?!” I yelled mentally to myself and looked down her back. I could see the drumstick... It was still in her ass. I was about to ask if she was hurt when she took me by complete surprise.
“Thank you.” She sobbed sweetly and looked up at me. My eyes widened as she closed her eyes and leaned forward towards my face. Her lips closed and I could see that she was going to kiss me. In that instant I found that I was completely powerless. All will to move or anything had faded like dew under the morning sun. In the end I let the kiss happen because I was too shocked to do anything else. Her lips tasted kind of salty, but I did not mind at all as they pressed against mine. I closed my eyes too, and kissed her back. I tried to be as gentle as possible to her. I felt truly responsible for her, since I felt that she was so incredibly vulnerable. Her face was wet, and tears were still running down her chin.
The kiss lasted for what felt like half a minute before we broke it. She smiled as she dried the tears. Her eyes were filled with love now, and I myself found a warm feeling spreading through my chest. Had I looked down I could have seen pussy juice actually dripping down her thighs and onto her stockings.
“Want to take it out?” I asked her and moved my hand down to her ass. Without even thinking I grabbed it. That was something I rarely did. This was in fact the first ass I had ever grabbed. A lot of people laughed when I said that I had tremendous respect for women and their bodies. Many had laughed at me and called me the worst perv they knew, but when I asked them if I had ever grabbed a girl somewhere inappropriate or said something they hadn’t asked for they could not think of a single time that I had ever done that. When I was in tenth grade I beat up a classmate because he was grabbing girls where he should not be.
“Can you spread my ass first?” She asked and blushed as her hands sank down and away from my back.
“Yeah.” I answered and put my other hand down on her left ass cheek. Her worm soft ass felt good as I spread the cheeks for her. She leaned forward and kissed me again as her hand went down to the drumstick. She whimpered as she slid the stick out of her ass. I immediately felt her ass try to clench around the empty space where the drumstick had been, but I held her ass open to the best of my abilities. When I finally let it go I led a finger straight to her asshole and massaged her sphincter slowly. The drumstick fell clattering to the floor and stayed there.
“That feels so good.” She whispered slowly and laid her head on my shoulder again. I kissed her hair and kept massaging her. Her ass was surprisingly wet, but I liked it.
“Do you want to cum?” She asked gently and touched my thigh left thigh with her hand. I was still a little hard, but I had no desire to cum now. The scare from before had knocked that out of me.
“Thank you, but no.” I gently declined her offer and pulled her hand away. She lifted her hand and looked a little sad. I looked back into hers with a weak smile. She tightened her lips in dislike, but accepted the fact that she would not make me cum today.
“Some other time. I promise.” I went on, and she seemed to like that promise.
“Some other time.” She echoed, and smiled happily. I had no doubt that she would make me keep my word as soon as possible. We sat there for a little while and just enjoyed the moment. I could literally feel her heart beating through my clothes when she held her body close to mine. But it had to come to an end unfortunately.
“Listen... I have to go back to my school. I have few notes I need for practicing, and I need to get there before the school closes. I’m sorry I have to leave you.” I said, and waited a few seconds before I rose to my feet and looked down at her. My joints popped a little, and my muscles ached after sitting still for too long. I put my now un-erect gear into my pants and pulled the zipper up. She looked up at me with sad eyes, but she would as always follow my commands. I had not forgotten that she had resisted me for a short second. I had no idea how that had happened, but I would have to go into a deeper trance, and make more specific orders. A theory was that the want to come was strong that it had overridden my orders.
I stretched my hand down towards her to help her, and after a few seconds of moping she took it. As gently as possible I lifted her up. When she was standing on her own feet I kissed her forehead.
“Would you like to get dressed?” I chuckled and looked down her naked body. A weak smile returned to her face before she turned around to pick up her clothes. Her panties were still around her ankles, and she bent down to pull them up.
As she pulled them up I heard her mutter “perv,”. I knew that it was meant as a compliment by the pitch she used when she spoke. I spanked her ass, and it shook slightly before she got her panties up. She muttered “perv” again, but turned to me and smiled. Her right ass cheek had a faint red mark after my hand. I had not used much strength in the slap, but it had left a little mark.
“You’re my little perv.” She said smiling and turned around to me. Her white teeth were almost shining now that I was standing so close to her, and my eyes were allowed to wander everywhere they wanted. She slowly pulled up her pants as she licked her lips with tip of her tongue. When her tongue had gone full circle she gently bit her own lip. My breathing got increasingly heavier as perverse thoughts crept back into my mind.
“Couldn’t hurt to let her suck me off...” I thought as I felt my dick grow hard again. As I looked down her body I saw that the zipper and button on her pants was still open, revealing the panties underneath. When I looked up I saw her soft breasts with pointy, pink nipples. When she saw where I was looking; her hands slid up to her breasts and gently kneaded them. I was almost utterly mesmerized by how the soft flesh moved under her working hands, until I remembered a few lines from The Satanic Bible by Anton Szandor LaVey. The lines told about how a sweet young woman with a beautiful body should use it to get what she wanted and to control men with it. I immediately steeled my mind and raised all barriers against lust I could. I would not let myself be controlled by Kristen in such a way. Even subconsciously. Then I smiled to her in victory.
“That won’t work on me little girl.” I chuckled with a halfway sinister look on my face.
“It was worth a shot though...” She replied innocently before she picked up her shirt behind her. She smiled, and giggled a little as she also picked up her bra. “I almost had you.” She laughed, and I nodded back to her.
“Almost.” I replied. Then something more struck me. She was now actively resisting my orders by opposing me saying that I was not going to cum today. I opened my eyes wide as I realized this, and steeled my mind again. My focus drifted towards the name that I repeated in my mind when I was meditating: Lucifer.
When I looked into her eyes now seemed scared of me. “Is something wrong?” She asked with a worried tone in her voice.
“I order you to stay exactly as you are! Do you understand?!” I almost yelled at her. She was taken aback by this, but she nodded in a response nonetheless. The anger in my voice had been placed there to hide my fear. If she broke loose herself then I was in real danger here.
I closed my eyes again and relaxed. I broadened the distance between my feet a little so that I would be more stable when I relaxed all my muscles. I did not enter a deep trance this time since I did not need it for such a simple technique. As I had done earlier I launched a full assault against her mind. This time however I found defences in place. Energies washed over my assault and swept it away. As I touched them I felt that they were not her own. These defences were focused and placed with intent to keep me out.
“Be gone, MONSTER!” a loud voice yelled to me, as I looked upon the spiritual being whom the voice belonged to, and was resisting me. Fear struck me as I saw wings on extending from the humanoid shape in front of me in the spiritual world.
“An angel?!” I thought in desperation and fear. I spiritually gritted my teeth as I opened my first three chakras (Root, Sacral and Solar Plexus). The last one I would need if it came to a fight since it represented personal power, will and energy. Those were the three things I needed to mount an assault. I would also need the first since it represented survival and self-preservation which I needed for a defence.
As I looked around me I saw that the room was alive with energy of all colours and shapes. Below my naval I saw an orange light, and above my naval I saw a yellow one. Those were the Sacral and Solar Plexus Chakras. Though I did not see it I knew that my spine was glowing red with opening of my Root chakra. The room was mostly covered in blue and violet energies, but a few others were also to be seen.
“Cheap tricks.” The entity boomed as I surrounded myself with the flame that came from the third chakra. A red skin was also forming outside my own from the energy from my first chakra (The Root chakra). It was the embodiment of my self-preservation and will to survive made manifest as my armour.
“What are you?” I asked the being when I was ready and fully focused. It laughed, and flapped its wings a little. It looked like a grown man with wings, but he was just a mass of white energy, and it really did not have any recognizable shapes that I could see. He walked over to Kristen and placed a hand on her shoulder.
“I am the protector of this young girl. If you are to take her... You will have to go through me!” it yelled, as a piercing white light streamed out of its body towards. I growled as it chipped into my red skin. In rage I increased the flames and hurled them against my enemy with a feral howl on my lips. I heard a short grunt as my fire was stopped in front of the spirit. Lust and rage filled me and fuelled the fire as I projected pictures in my mind of perverted acts, people and things I hated and both combined. I raised my right hand and pointed at where my enemy was standing. It was literally trembling with focused rage. The fire seemed to grow hotter and more intense.
“Not... Good... Enough!” My enemy yelled and launched a ray of white light straight at me. I willed a thick shield of red energy into existence right in front of the beam, but I could not stop it entirely, but only a weak beam made it through and could only scrape my skin. Sweat rolled down my forehead as newfound anger filled me, and I started to chant in my mind the one name that had brought me all my power.
“Lucifer! Lucifer! Lucifer!” The chant started as a mere whisper, but grew drastically in strength as I repeated it over and over. The word echoed between the walls as I chanted. The fire I controlled grew stronger, and stronger alongside the chanting, until it felt as if they were both all-consuming. I felt the shield of my enemy shatter as the fire grew too strong for it to fight. The spirit protecting Kristen screamed as my fire consumed it with unholy wrath. I watched as its wings burned to ashes, and as its body simply evaporated in the heat. All signs of defence against me went away with the entity, and I was free to claim my prize for the second time today.
Her mind was completely still now. I knew that she had no way of knowing that I had just killed an entity protecting her, but I could see the effect of it. Her mind and soul had been left devastated almost like a house after a bomb had hit it.
All her thoughts were in disarray, and a feeling of uncertainty filled her. I could feel her fear with the fact that I had collapsed on the floor in front of her. I truly hadn’t noticed that. She was also wondering why I had been so angry with her before I had collapsed. I quickly quelled her fears so that they would not distract me when I searched the rest of her mind for any information on the enemy.
When I searched I found that all traces of my former commands had been erased and that her soul had been re-shaped back to what it was before. The change I had done to her had been entirely reverted as if it had never happened and every single trace of my energy had been wiped clean. I pondered for a short few seconds before I started my work, but this time I was much more detailed about what I wanted her to do for me when we were together, and when we were not.
“Kristen. You will be my slave since that is what you are in soul, body and mind. Your only wish when you are with me is to make me happy and please me in any way you can. Everything I do is right, and you will enjoy everything I do to you. You will not defend yourself against me or wish to hurt me in any way. You will not host any entities that seek to loosen my grip on you or wishes to defend you against me.” I ordered to be very general before I went onto “fine tuning” her to my preferences. As I began my work I grinned sinisterly.
“First of all: When you know that you will be with me or meet me then you will wear boxer shorts that are either white or black, and they must fit you perfectly so that they hug your body as tightly as possible without you getting uncomfortable. Secondly: You can only experience an orgasm from anal stimulation unless I or anyone else with my authority specifies so. Thirdly: If you find any women that you think I might like that I do not know about you will tell me, and send me information about them. It must be very specific, and they must be one of your friends. Fourthly: This is our secret. You are not allowed to tell anyone about us and our activities. Lastly: When I speak the word ‘Legion’ you will turn into my slave and do EVERYTHING I want you to. You are otherwise to hide these desires until we are alone. You will remember everything that happens when we’re together. If I say ‘Singuli Reditum’ then you will return to normal like you were before I transformed you, without reverting the spiritual change I have done to you.” I programmed more than I ordered. I watched as my commands were “written” into her. I was obviously in a much deeper trance than before since I was much more sensitive to everything that was happening in her. Once again I watched as her essence warped and changed as I willed it into a purpose of servitude to me. I felt as her emotions towards me changed from friendly to loving and admiring. Since my former orders were not followed anymore she immediately rushed to my body and gently stroke my head me with genuine worry for my welfare. I slowly stepped out of her mind, and when I was safely placed in my own body I counted down from 5 to 0 to wake up.
“You fucking owe me.” I whispered softly but with a hint of anger to Kristen as I woke up. My head hurt a little as I lay there with my head in her lap, and it did not help much that the lamps were above me. Luckily her head blocked out the lamp directly above me so I wasn’t really directly exposed to direct light. I filled my lungs with air, and stretched my fingers and toes, but my toes’ movement were hindered by the military boots I always wore. I focused my eyes on her now that I had regained about full control over my body. She still wore no clothes on her upper body, but I found little pleasure in that at the moment.
“Get dressed.” I ordered her, trying not to sound too angry. I felt rather hungry from the effort I had put into the fight, and my head hurt a little bit. I supported my upper body with my arms, and eased myself onto my feet. As I stretched my back I felt pain after the impact with the floor. I watched Kristen carefully to see if there were any changes in her behaviour or anything that deviated from my programming. I would not have my first conquest taken away from me again. As I stood there I wondered what the entity had been. It could not have been an angel. Then I would not have been able to defeat it so easily. It was no demon since it had called ME a monster. Many theories swerved through my mind, but I did not have enough time to fully explore them all. After a minute or so she was fully dressed, and stood waiting in front of me.
“Shall we go?” She asked happily and smiled to me as if nothing had happened. I had managed to will away the angry feelings, and I was relatively calm.
“Yeah.” I answered and walked past her to pick up the drumsticks before I walked over to the door. The sound of her shoes followed close behind me. I quickly turned off the light and opened the big grey door out of the band room. Sun was shining in through the windows and into the hallway made of concrete. It looked rather OK if you were thinking that you were in a new military base, but we weren’t. My bike stood in a rack outside and I was ready to go.
“After you.” I said, and let her out into the hall before me. Many girls say that men do this so they can look at girl’s asses when they walk past them. For me that was not true since I had a great deal of respect for women; at least when they had a free will to resist me with. Now I had finally found a way to evade that obstacle. I smiled to myself as I thought about all the experimenting I could do in the future with these powers. I kept my mind on it as I followed Kristen all the way out onto the dirt road where we parted ways. I waved a goodbye before I bent over my bike and opened the lock I had on the wheels. Then a new idea struck me.
“Kristen! Get back here!” I yelled, but tried to sound friendlier than before as if she had forgotten something and I had it. She spun around and came running back. Her blonde hair danced in the wind and she was a little short-breathed when she reached me.
“You have no way to get home today right?” I asked her with a smile. She shook her head with a growing smile. Perhaps she was catching on to where the conversation was leading. “So what do you say about sleeping at my place for the weekend?” I asked. Her smile grew and a lustful look surfaced on her otherwise innocent face.
“It would be a pleasure.”