The Mind Spear Chapter 20

by Writing Shark

A perfect girlfriend

When you ring the doorbell, an older lady who looks a lot like Jenna opens the door. It’s a good sign that the women in her line still look extremely fuckable in their old age.

“How can I help you young man?” she asks kindly.

“Hello,” you reply in your best tone, trained in years of enforced politeness. “Jenna said I should come over today to help her with Bio.” The lady smiles.

“That Jenna is studying for school is news to me,” she confesses. You see the first signs that your new girlfriend is not as popular at home as she is in school.

“She’ll get in trouble with the coach,” you say.

“Of course she will. The young lady has always had that going for her.”

“Yes,” you laugh, “sometimes we have the feeling that Jenna needs to be shocked really hard before she obeys.”

“No no young man,” her mother admonishes you gently. “Not that tone.” But she smiles good-naturedly and lets the wolf into the flock of sheep. At that moment, Jenna comes stumbling down the stairs and almost falls onto her knees in front of you. While she catches herself, you look at her. Obviously she wasn’t expecting visitors, wearing only sweatpants, short socks and a normal white shirt.

“Hey Ethan,” she greets you, her voice straining to suppress her trembling. “Glad you’re here. Mom, this is Ethan, a good friend from school who’s tutoring me.” She sticks exactly to the script.

And then it’s like in your dreams. Your girl grabs your hand, clasps it with her delicate fingers and quickly pulls you up the stairs to her room.

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“What have you done to me?” she asks immediately after throwing you into the room and closing the door.

“Lock the door and close the curtains,” you say, “I don’t want any witnesses.” She doesn’t like the idea of being locked in with you so Jenna sinks to her knees in front of you as the shocks start. Only briefly, then she jumps up and races across the room to obey you. “Sit on the bed.” And Jenna obeys again. Already you can see that she is not as strong as Cathy. You like that. Maybe your dream girl doesn’t have to suffer so much. You sit down with her and she wants to move away from you so you just grab her and hold her back and Jenna obeys once again.

“I call it the Mind Spear,” you say and explain the rules to her. Don’t do anything that endangers you or her. Follow orders. Don’t tell anyone anything. No lies. You’ll save the contraception thing for later.

“My God…” the girl breathes and is shocked. She falls onto the bed, squealing pathetically. You caress her body like you own her, what you do. “Why are you doing this?” she asks weakly while your hands explore her trained stomach and the insides of her upper legs.

“Do I really have to explain this to you?” And you can see that she understands.

“Please apologize Ethan. I didn’t mean to…” And she is shocked. After it’s over, you help her up. She’s also crying from shock and fear, but she doesn’t resist your touch.

“It doesn’t matter that you wanted it,” you say gently and hold her shoulders. You wish she would rest her head against your body but it’s too early for that. “I know I’m not good enough for you.” You grin. “What?”

“Ethan… please don’t…” Another shock.

“Just do everything I tell you and you won’t be in pain anymore,” you try to help her. “Trust me, everything I’m going to do to you will hurt less than the pain.” And Jenna believes you while looking at your from teary eyes. She seems so lost in her own room, her mommy only a few feet away and still you are here with her and she recognizes you as Cathy did. And even if she doesn’t believe that you love her, you like it anyways. You won.

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Her eyes widen as your hand rests on her thigh.

“What are you doing?” she asks in fear.

“What do you think?” Jenna starts to cry more bitterly and sobs wildly. “Be quiet. If your mother hears you, the pain won’t stop.” Your hand moves between her thighs and feels her body heat through the soft fabric of her grey sweatpants.

“Okay,” Jenna whimpers and nods.

“I wish it had turned out differently,” you say regretfully and take the first step. “But this is your fault.” Jenna is not shocked. She’s already listening to you.

“Yes,” she whimpers and believes it.

“Good girl. You are smart. I like that.”

Your hands go wandering. First they stroke the thighs of the girl you love. You squeeze, imagining what she will look like naked. Then your hands move upwards to her stomach. You hold her sideways, testing the way you can hold and guide her body. Jenna sobs bitterly but her limp body doesn’t move as you lick your lips and your hands move on.

“I’ve always dreamed of this,” you whisper. Then your palms rest on her shirt… over her breasts. “Perfection.” You shake your head. “Such a body. Fuck. No wonder you never had to think about anyone else. Everyone was thinking about you.”

“Sorry,” she whispers and you’re satisfied.

“It’s okay.” You take your hands away. “Take your shirt off.” She hesitates, but not long enough to be shocked.

“Yeah…” Her tears have already left dark stains on the white fabric, but you don’t care. She struggles to pull her shirt up and makes you chuckle.

“I’ll help you.” You pull the piece of fabric off her body and… “Fuck… Fuck, you’re beautiful.” You don’t have to hold back, Jenna is powerless against you. You immediately grab hold, albeit more gently than with Cathy. Your fingers glide over her soft nipples while Jenna starts to tremble wildly. “Try harder,” you whisper, “you can do it.” And Jenna is not shocked. “Good girl! We’re almost there! Lie on your back.” Your big love just falls over like a wet sack and her puffy eyes stare blankly at the ceiling as you rise above her. She’s small and petite against you.

Then you feel her soft skin against your fingers as you grab her pants and panties together. You start to pull and Jenna tenses with a great shock as your knuckles glide over her pelvis bones.

“It’s okay,” you reassure her, “I knew it would happen, but there’s nothing you can do. I have to see what I’m up for.” You are a nice rapist and wait until she has accepted her fate.

“Why…” you hear her whisper “Why…” But you only see between her legs. A light strip of soft, perfect skin appears as you slide her pants over her perfectly trained legs. You see where it gets lighter, where her panties block the light. You will see it.

And you see it.

“Perfection.” Her belly twitches with sobs, but she does nothing to stop your hands from resting on her thighs and pulling her legs apart. “I knew it.” She’s clean-shaven and you can see her snatch and her clit. “It’s so easy to find,” you marvel, “and your labia. Jenna, you were made for me.”

“Oh God,” she sobs and puts her hands to her face. Then she stiffens as your hands wander over her thighs to her center.

Three wild shocks appear as your fingers glide nervously over her labia, you wait, then she accepts that you will touch her.

Her labia is as soft as Cathy’s, but it still takes your breath away to see the effect it has on you. Slowly, almost carefully, you pull them apart, more for your pleasure than for her protection, and you keep pulling until Jenna starts to whimper. She’s so tight, so perfect, you can’t even look inside her puckered hole. Her pink flesh squeezes together anxiously, but to you it just seems like an invitation.

You nod contentedly and let go of the panicked girl. She immediately presses her legs together and crosses her arms in front of her trembling breasts. Her eyes turn to you for help as you stand at the end of her bed and look at the girl who is only wearing her socks.

“Thank you” she whispers and you smile. You wanted to hear that word from her mouth so badly.

“Why are you thanking me?” She blinks at you with those stunning eyes.

“B-because you let m-me… go?” She finishes the sentence in a question, weak and scared. You shake your head.

“Why do you think I’m here?”

“You w-wanted revenge on m-me and now you’re… satisfied?” Her body rears up as she punishes herself for her lie. Then again as her body punishes her for lying to you.

“Be honest. To me and to you.”

“You want to rape mehehe,” she howls and bursts into tears. There used to be a part of you that would have intervened in something like this. But the spear and the behavior of the people you relied on to protect you killed that part.

“You’re wrong you stupid thing,” you grin. Jenna looks at you and you recognize something like hope in her eyes. The hope dies immediately. “I need to test you.” Then you take off your clothes.