Sins of the Psion

| The Second Puffer and Lace Adventure |

Chapter Three: Separate Ways

She was supposed to be asleep, but she wasn't. Puffer knew that when Lace returned and it became her turn to patrol the halfling neighborhood instead, she'd be exhausted. But there was nothing to be done about it.

Her head was throbbing, for one thing. Her brain felt like it was twice the size of her skull, the same way it had the one time in her young life when she'd drank too much. The physical ache was bad enough, but it was far outstripped by the agonizing thoughts circulating in her mind. Feelings of inadequacy and loss. Feelings of defeat and sadness. Feelings of heartbreak.

Though they had left the Rusty Horseshoe together, something had changed between her and Lace. And the young half-elf knew what it was: Gerard. Seeing him again after however many years had transformed Lace somehow. Puffer feared he was a reminder of a better life. A life where Lace hobnobbed with classy people like him. A life where she was a Princess and war hero rather than a homeless, traveling adventurer. A life where people waited on her hand and foot instead of having to worry about some foolish half-elf girl all the time.

She was going to have to let Lace go, Puffer decided. It was for the best. Even if Gerard wasn't in the picture, the truth was that Lace was never going reciprocate the love she felt for her. Lace wasn't interested in women, for one thing. That would have been fine by itself; Puffer was willing to settle for a deep friendship. But Lace was clearly lonely. A sense of duty and obligation might keep them together, but judging by how she'd reacted to Gerard, what she really needed was a man in her life.

Even if it was a man who, in Puffer's estimation, was smug, condescending, and rather ugly.

That was the biggest surprise, actually. There could be no mistake how Lace felt about him after seeing them hold hands and watching the way she stared longingly at the small man. But he just didn't seem like Lace's type! She had imagined a mighty warrior like her partner would want a man of equal stature, or at least equal looks. Perhaps not as gorgeous as Lace, since that was nigh impossible, but at least somewhat attractive. At least somewhat strong.

Puffer was sad, but she was coming to an inescapable conclusion: it was time for her and Lace to part ways.

The half-elf put her head down on her pillow and cried.

***

Gerard stood at the door to Puffer's room, listening intently, not just to the soft sounds of sobbing coming from within, but to the pulse of her mind. The seed he'd planted earlier was growing quite beautifully, he quickly discovered, though it had a ways to go yet before he was satisfied.

Through the thin wooden door, he projected his consciousness onto hers, manipulating her memories until the psionic threads wrapping around her brain were tight enough for his liking. Satisfied with his work, he knocked.

Puffer was quite the sight when she opened the door. She wore a sleeveless green nightgown that barely reached her knees. Her perky breasts strained against the silky garment, and Gerard could just barely make out the faint outlines of her nipples beneath the thin fabric. Her almond-shaped green eyes looked both sad and alluring, her pouty lips turned down in a slight frown. She had a light dusting of pale freckles across her nose and cheeks, and those wonderfully pointy ears peeking out from her mess of red hair. She was of a height with himself, short and petite, with those elf-like angular features that gave her an almost angelic, exotic appearance.

She was, in short, breathtaking. And Gerard was about to have some fun with her.

"Good evening, Puffer," he said with a well practiced smile.

***

Lace was worried.

As she sat at the bar staring at her coinpurse, she couldn't stop thinking about what Gerard had said: that there'd be a purse full of gold coins waiting for her after her hour with Gorask. Except she'd been paid one meager gold and a few coppers, hardly the payday she'd been expecting. Realizing she'd become a whore for such a paltry amount filled her with shame. It also made her nervous.

What if Gorask had swindled her?

She could just imagine showing Gerard what she'd earned only to have him grow angry with her. *"What a fine warrior you turned out to be,"* she could imagine him saying. The thought filled her with dread... and anger.

Gorask. That bastard. He probably *had* swindled her, she decided, and she began to see red. She glanced around the dwindling crowd inside the Leather Star's common room. He was nowhere in sight, of course. Likely he was out somewhere spending the gold he was supposed to have paid her.

Realizing she'd been cheated made her want to throw her tankard of ale clear across the room. Somehow she restrained herself. Gerard seemed to like this place, after all, and she didn't want to get kicked out of a tavern he liked. So instead, the large warrior closed her eyes and inhaled deeply through her nose, held her breath, then let it out slowly through her mouth. She repeated the exercise until the red dissipated.

She made a decision. Standing from the bar, she glanced around the room until she saw a woman wearing a cheap red dress walking down the stairway from the second floor. Lace intercepted her as she reached the landing.

"Excuse me, do you, ah... work here?"

The plump older woman gave Lace an appraising look. A knowing smile came over her round face and she purred, "If I didn't already, I'd apply right now if it meant getting to spend some... quality time with you, darling."

"No, not like that," Lace said quickly, her cheeks suddenly burning red. "I was just wonderin', how much do ya charge?"

The woman crossed her arms over her chest, the smile vanishing from her face. She narrowed her eyes and said, "What's it to you?"

Lace didn't want to tell her the whole story, but knew she had to share a little. She said, "I just wanna know if I uh... got swindled, earlier."

Now the whore was scowling. "New girl? Gods damn, there are more whores than customers here already! What's Gerard thinking, hiring someone new?"

Lace frowned. "Gerard?" she asked.

"The owner," the woman sighed. "Look, buy me a drink and we can talk some shop. It's the end to a long night and I need to sit."

*Gerard owns this dump?* Lace thought, shocked and a little upset that he hadn't told her. To the woman she said, "Sure, come on. Let's sit."

***

Puffer was sitting on the edge of her bed next to Gerard, frowning, her big green eyes welling up with tears. He had his hand on her bare knee and was whispering things to her, things that felt true, things that were deeply upsetting.

"She sees you as a daughter, a little sister at best," he said in his smooth, honeyed voice. "That's why she'll never let you go, even though you both know it's for the best."

Puffer sniffled, so sad that she barely noticed how Gerard's hand was sliding up her thigh, nearing the hem of her gown. With a shaky voice she said, "I just wish she loved me the way I love her. All I want is to love her, not to be a burden!"

"But you *are* a burden," he said smoothly. "You're a city girl from the slums who knows nothing about life on the road. Almost a year at it and you're still hopeless, aren't you? After all, wasn't it you who wasted all of her money on frivolities?"

"She said she was happy to spend the coin!" Puffer protested. "I just.... I never knew we were running so low...."

"If you had any experience at all," he said, sliding his hand up a little higher, "you would have recognized you were bankrupting her. If you were even a little smart, you wouldn't need her attention all of the time. If you were stronger, you wouldn't need her protection."

Puffer began to sob, her narrow shoulders shaking, her lower lip trembling.

"Despite it all, she'll never leave you," he sighed. "Her sense of duty is too strong. You're going to have to leave her, aren't you?"

"Yes," Puffer sobbed miserably.

"But she'll come looking for you if you do," Gerard said. "She'll track you down and insist you stay together, even though we both know that's not what she wants. She doesn't love you the way you love her. But I know a way you can leave her for good."

His hand was now under her gown and halfway up her thigh. She barely noticed. She said, "How?"

"Let's have sex," he said. "Right here. Right now."

"But... no!" Puffer exclaimed. "I can't! I wouldn't! I mean... she loves you, Gerard!"

"Precisely," he said with a soothing smile. He gently squeezed her thigh. "That's exactly why, after you fuck me, she'll never want anything to do with you ever again. Lace would never get over such a complete betrayal, would she?"

*No, she wouldn't,* Puffer thought. *She would hate me. Forever.*

"You know it's the right thing to do," he whispered in her ear. And the thoughts became her own: *It's the right thing to do.*

A lone tear trickled down her cheek. But she said, her voice small, "Yes, it is..."

"Good," he told her. "What a good girl you are, putting aside your own selfishness for the betterment of the woman you love. Now let's get this out of the way. The sooner you fuck your best friend's beloved, the sooner she can move on."

Puffer whimpered softly, but nodded just the same. And when Gerard began to pull her nightgown up her body, she didn't resist.

*This is for the best,* she thought as Gerard undressed her. *I'm doing this for Lace.*

***

The conversation was illuminating.

The whore, whose name turned out to be Lindra, had a lot to say about her profession. Most of it was bad, but Lace didn't care. Her mind was now fixated on one truth: that Gerard wanted her to be a whore, and that he expected her to earn a "purse full of gold coins."

"Two harvests for the mouth," Lindra said, referring to the minted gold coins of Mudtorn, "five for pussy, eight for ass. Pretty standard baseline. They want extra, you charge 'em extra. And you? Well, look at you. You should be getting a premium."

Lace's suspicions were confirmed: Gorask had underpaid her. For her pussy and mouth alone, she should have received seven harvests. Add in the spanking and the cumming inside her pussy, along with the premium for her "looks and youth", and Lindra thought she should have walked away with at least a eighteen harvests.

"Ten years ago I'd have asked for that much anyway," the older woman sighed. She was smoking a leafrette and its pungent odor was doing a lot to cover up the stench of unwashed bodies and stale beer in the small tavern.

"Shit," Lace grumbled. For a moment she started seeing red again, but then the manipulations Gerard had made to her brain kicked in. After a pause, she felt a tiny thrill of excitement. She said, "Is it too late tonight? To earn more?"

"For a woman like you?" Lindra said. "Not hardly. A girl like you could work twenty-four hours a day if you've got the stamina for it. Only I wonder why you'd want to work here. You're young, in prime shape, gorgeous."

"Thank you," Lace mumbled. She wasn't overly fond of such compliments.

"Point is you could make a lot more at one of the nicer brothels," Lindra said. "Why don't we take a walk? I can bring you to the Gilded Feather, not too far away, richer clientele..."

"No!" Lace protested. "I'm just... no. If I'm gonna work I'm gonna work here." Now that she knew Gerard owned the Leather Star why would she choose to work anywhere else? He'd want her to do her business here, no doubt.

Lindra exhaled a plume of gray smoke, studied her for a minute, then said, "Tell you what. I was going to call it a night, but why don't you come up on stage with me? Those lads in the corner over there are fresh-faced and look like they've gold to spend. We'll put ourselves on display, see what happens."

Lace glanced over at the "stage." It was little more than six empty crates bound together with old rope, tucked away in one corner of the room. She figured that being "on display" meant being naked, and she thought back to another time she'd been on a stage and more or less forced to strip off all her clothes.

Puffer had been there. The thought made Lace smile. Puffer had been her rock that day, had saved her from doing something stupid like starting a brawl in the middle of a tavern not much larger than this one. The half-elf might be young and naive, but she was wise. With her help, Lace had withstood the humiliation of being naked in front of a crowd of strangers. She wasn't here now, though, and part of her was sad about that. Another part of her was glad. She didn't want Puffer to know how low she was willing to debase herself for her true love.

True love? Yes, that's what he was, surely. Gerard. The thought of him, of making him happy, of helping him prosper, would carry her through this. Somewhere in the deep mush that was her own unaltered thoughts she knew this wasn't true. That if she loved anybody, it was Puffer. But those thoughts were adequately buried and so she only thought of Gerard.

"Very well," she said, standing up.

A few minutes later, both she and Lindra were on the crates-stage. With little fanfare, the two stripped out of their clothing. Lace watched as the veteran whore began working the room, pointing to each of the few men remaining in turn, asking if they'd like to handle the 'goods.'

"Oi! You four in the back!" she called out over the hum of voices and clatter of cutlery and tankards. "How 'bout a row? I can teach you things you'll remember the rest of your lives... or you can have at it with Lace here, new on the job but eager for your attentions!"

Lace blushed when her name was yelled out. She found herself crossing her arms over her bountiful breasts, eliciting some boos from the small audience. The four young men Lindra was pointing out were especially upset by her sudden modesty.

"Ay, we'd rather teach than be taught, right?" one of the men said. He was a foppish-looking man with curly black hair, wearing a fine black doublet and yellow hose. "And we'd rather teach the brute! Not much in the mood for a cow tonight."

Laughter ensued, but Lindra didn't so much as blanch. She said, "Oi, but cows have their uses, no?" She hefted her heavy breasts and pressed them together. "Come now, at least one of ya would want to try and milk me, no?"

Lace watched as the young men huddled together. Finally their leader, the curly-haired one, stood up. "Alright cow, my friend here will give you what you're craving. The rest of us choose the barbarian."

"Group job, or one at a time?" Lindra asked.

"Ah, but we're like brothers, my lads and I," said the leader. "Besides, we'll need extra hands to handle a woman like her!"

More laughter. Lace's blushing deepened.

"Alright, come on over here, curly, and let's talk prices!" Lindra demanded.

"Three at once?!" Lace hissed as the men approached the stage.

"Relax, sweets," Lindra soothed. "Better this way. You get to earn triple the pay for the same amount of time."

"How... how much pay?" Lace whispered.

"Let's find out now," Lindra said.

As the woman negotiated with the men, she kept gesturing over at Lace, at one point telling her to turn around slowly so the men could get a full view of her charms. She obeyed with some hesitation. Wasn't this demeaning? Wasn't it degrading?

*Sure,* the warrior thought, *but why does that matter? I'd do anything to make Gerard happy. I'd kill for him, even, but all he wants for me is to earn him some money. Help him prosper.*

Lace was momentarily confused. That is what he wanted, right? For her to earn coin for him? *No,* she remembered, *he wanted me to earn it for myself. Didn't he?*

The warrior wasn't sure and was having a hard time thinking straight. One thing she was certain of, though, was that she didn't want to present Gerard with an empty coinpurse. He would surely think less of her. Disappointed in her. *"You became a whore for one harvest and some coppers?"* she could imagine him saying. *"I'd have thought a princess would fetch a higher price."*

Lace groaned. The very thought of disappointing him was like poison.

Lindra approached. "Fifty-five harvests," she said with a smug smile. "Less my fee, of course. So thirty-five to you."

"Your fee?" Lace asked.

"Of course," Lindra said, sounding offended. "I did all the work negotiating. Now all you have to do is go upstairs and spread your legs. Easiest thirty-five gold coins you ever earned."

Lace wasn't so sure about that. She'd walked away from many card games with plenty of harvests to show for it, and playing cards wasn't exactly taxing. Still, thirty-five coins was a decent haul and would fill up her purse nice enough.

"Okay," she finally agreed. "Let's get this over with."

"Make sure to smile, hon!" Lindra warned her as one of the men helped Lace step down from the stage.

That was one piece of advice Lace wasn't going to be able to manage. With a frown on her pretty face, she allowed the curly-haired leader to take her by the hand and lead her to the stairs.

***

Puffer was naked and she was a sight. Her body, pale and smooth, held curves in just the right places. Short and petite she might be but her womanly form was unmistakably gorgeous. She was so pretty that Gerard found even her current frown to be alluring.

But he got rid of it anyway. He needed her to want it, or at least seem to want it. With a few tugs at her rambling thoughts he managed to get her to smile.

"Now for this to work," Gerard explained to her as he walked around her naked form, inspecting every inch, "you have to be the aggressor. *You* want to fuck *me*, understood?"

"Yes, sir," she mumbled, the vacant smile plastered on her face.

"Good," he said. "So undress me."

He watched with satisfaction as the young woman began to unlace his doublet. Her scent was intoxicating, like wild flowers on a Spring morn. What was even more attractive to him at the moment, though, was how little he had to manipulate her thoughts. Her insecurities about her relationship with Lace had made his job easy. A poke here, a prod there, some smoothing out of her skepticism, and she could be left free of his manipulations for the time being.

Just like with Lace. Gerard wondered how that encounter went after he left and what she was doing now. How had she reacted to the paltry sum Gorask had paid her? Had she gone back on patrol? If so then he had a lot more work to do on her barbaric brain.

Puffer was at his feet now, unlacing his boots. He petted her head as she did so. "You're doing well," he told her. "Just remember that you need to be able to honestly say that *you* fucked *me*. Lace needs to know you manipulated me into bed, right? Otherwise she might be mad at me and we don't want that, do we?"

"No, sir," Puffer whispered.

He smiled as she pulled down his hose. His cock, which was maybe four inches long on a good day, was already standing at attention.

"Then convince me to let you suck my cock," he told her, psionically tapping at her brain as he did.

Just a little nudge was required. She looked up at him from her kneeling position and said, "Gerard, please let me suck your cock? I'll be so sad if you say no..."

"Well," he smiled, "we wouldn't want you sad, would we? Go on, you may suck my cock. Remember, you're doing this for Lace, the woman you love."

She nodded. With a sigh he watched as she parted her lips and took his manhood into her warm, wet mouth.

And just like that he was ready to cum. He groaned and shuddered as the half-elf's tongue expertly played with his circumcised cock's head, as her soft lips dragged up and down his shaft. He gripped her head, eager now to finish right then and there.

But no. He had to restrain himself. It would be so much more satisfying to fuck the little bitch. He wanted to be able to implant images in Lace's mind of his cock inside her best friend.

"On the bed, quickly!" he demanded.

Puffer obeyed just in time. He could feel the precum leaking down his shaft as the young woman laid back on the bed, legs spread wide. "Fuck me, please, sir," she said to him in a monotone voice. "I need you to fuck me now."

That was convincing enough for him. Even so he decided he wanted her memories to be of more than some paltry begging. With expert manipulations he went into her mind again, wrapping the psionic cord more tightly around her thoughts, replacing them with his own. A moment later her eyes went wide and she suddenly had a pleading expression on her fact.

"Oh please fuck me, sir, please?" she begged, sounding enthusiastic about it now. "I don't care what Lace thinks, I need you for myself!"

He chuckled. Perfect.

***

Puffer was desperate for Gerard's cock in a way she'd never been desperate for anything else in her entire life. She wanted him to fuck her for Lace's sake, of course, that was the whole point. But there was something else, a need deep within her that she couldn't shake, that she couldn't fight and didn't want to deny.

She stared at him imploringly: at his ugly little face, his short stature, his greasy hair and scratchy pubes. He was hideous, not her type at all, but there was something about him that she needed right now.

The gods must have been holding their hands above her because as she thought that he suddenly crawled onto the bed and got on top of her body. He whispered, "Go on, put it inside you. Remember that you're doing this for Lace, you're convincing me to do this, manipulating me with your elfish charms..."

She had no "elfish charms", of course, no powers of persuasion beyond anything all attractive women inherently possess. But as she gripped his throbbing cock in her small hand she found herself smiling. She said, "Look into my eyes, sir... let me charm you..."

He ignored her at first, too busy massaging one of her small breasts while she carefully placed the head of his cock against her desperate hole. Puffer felt goosebumps break out across her flesh and she shuddered with pleasure as he entered her. Only then did he finally look into her eyes and the moment he did, they both froze in place.

Puffer didn't have any special powers of persuasion, it was true. And she didn't possess any special elfish charms. What she did possess, however, was elfish blood and what neither Puffer nor Gerard realized was just how potent the magic in that blood can be.

They both unfroze at the same time but something had changed. As she moaned while he pressed himself inside her she began to feel her brain unravelling. The special protections elves enjoy against any form of psychic attack were finally kicking in for the young woman.

And it was terrifying.

***

"That'll cost extra," Lace said to Curly, whose real name turned out to be Mortimer.

The leader of the three fops scowled at her. "No, my lady, you're mistaken," he told her. "Your madame included this in the price and negotiations are over."

Lace frowned. *My madame?* she thought. He was referring to Lindra as though she was her boss. The barbarian didn't like that. She also didn't like the fact that she hadn't been involved in these 'negotiations' earlier because now she had no way of knowing if Mortimer was being honest.

Finally her psionically manipulated brain decided it wasn't worth arguing. She was doing this for Gerard, doing it to prove her love and devotion.

"Very well, then," she grumbled. And like a good, obedient whore she got down onto her hands and knees.

"I'll take her mouth first," Hubert, a tall and heavyset young man, said.

"Am I supposed to just watch?" asked the third of the trio, whose name Lace had learned was Pierre.

"You'll get your turn," said Mortimer. Like the other two he was drunk, but not falling down drunk. He got behind the barbarian and pulled out his cock, saying, "Gods be good you're a big one!"

Lace's face burned red with shame as Hubert took out his cock, too, and placed it against her lips. "Go on, then," he said.

The warrior princess reluctantly parted her lips just as Mortimer pressed his cock against her slick pussy. She was a mixture of aroused and humiliated, excited and resentful. After all she was being a good whore, which Gerard so clearly wanted! On the other hand she hadn't agreed to take two men at the same time and there was something so degrading about it she could barely think straight for all the red she was seeing.

Then the red receded just as it had been doing all night, replaced with a warm feeling of contentment as Mortimer's cock entered her mouth. She groaned audibly around it while his friend began to slowly pump in and out of her pussy.

"Filthy whore," Mortimer complained, "your cunt is all full of another man's seed."

"You don't want it I'll take it," said Pierre.

"Didn't say I didn't want it," said the leader. "Only that I'd prefer something fresh. Thankfully..."

Lace gasped when the man suddenly pressed a thumb against her sphincter. She gagged around the thick, seven inch long cock in her mouth and squirmed her butt against the man behind her. He took her squirming as encouragement, unfortunately, and the next thing she knew his thumb was up her ass.

"Oh now *this* hole is nice and fresh, indeed, indeed!" Mortimer declared. "How about it, whore? Another five harvests for your ass?"

"Mmm," she moaned around the cock in her mouth. She was torn: wanting to be a good whore while also aghast at the prospect of getting fucked in the ass. It was something she had never done, something that she would never have allowed normally. It was debasing, it was gross, it was lewd.

But it was what he wanted. And she wanted to be a good whore because Gerard wanted her to be a good whore. And so she groaned the word "yes" around the cock presently stuffing itself down her throat.

He gave her ass a slap, causing her to wince from the spanking she'd received earlier. Then she felt him spit a couple of times on her sphincter before taking his cock out of her eager pussy and place it against her apprehensive asshole.

"Big bad woman, bet you've never been ass-fucked before, have you?" Mortimer said.

His friends laughed at that while Lace groaned from the invasion of her ass. Thankfully Mortimer wasn't blessed with an overly sized cock, but even his thumb had been a tight squeeze and this was something else entirely. Her knees, sore and bruised from kneeling, dragged across the floor back and forth as he started to relentlessly fuck her ass in longer and longer strokes as her anus adjusted to his size.

All the adjusting in the world didn't take away the pain, however. She moaned and groaned and squirmed. She was going to end up with splinters in her hands and knees, she thought.

Finally he was fully implanted inside her asshole. In celebration Hubert said, "Congratulations on your conquest, dear sir!"

"Why thank you, my friend," said Mortimer, and both laughed. She could just imagining them shaking hands above her as one fucked her mouth and the other, her no-longer-virgin ass.

As this degrading treatment continued, however, Lace started feeling aroused again. The more debased she became the more proof she had for Gerard of her pure love for him. And the more she thought about her beloved the more aroused she became until finally she was moaning in a different way.

Hubert came in her mouth without any warning. Even though she'd never done so before she found herself instinctively swallowing his seed down as the young man held her head in place. When he finally let go she had barely a moment to catch her breath before Pierre replaced him.

Lace went to work. Eager now for the orgasm building within her she sucked on the newcomer's cock with abandon as she reached between her legs and began to play with her clit. Holding herself up with one trembling arm the barbarian rubbed herself frantically until, finally, everything came together.

Gerard. Her degradation. Her desperation. The cock in her ass, pounding her. The young men chortling and talking about her as though she was an object. The feeling of the cock in her mouth, the realization that he was going to cum already, it was all too much.

The woman known famously as Lace of the Crushstone Mountains groaned wantonly as an orgasm to rival any she'd experienced before exploded from between her legs. Her body tightened, winced, shuddered, and as her orgasm elongated into endless seconds each of the men using her body finished as well. After they were done with her she found herself panting, moaning, and begging in a slurred and raspy voice, "Please, fuck me... fuck me more..."

They left her there on the floor begging for their cocks.

After she recovered she was glad to find a purse full of gold coins waiting for her on the bed. A smile of pure joy came over Lace's face and she realized that Lindra had been right: this was the easiest money she'd ever earned in her entire life.

And Gerard was going to be so proud.

***

Gerard didn't know what was happening. One moment he had the girl completely and utterly under his control and the next he could sense his psionic hold weaken. He tried to strengthen it but it was like gripping a handful of sand: every grain of his psychic energy was leaking out of her brain, fading, going up in smoke.

He would worry about that later, though. For now he was bent on finishing the task at hand. Her pussy was so tight and warm and wet it was nearly enough to make him pop, only his confusion over his psionic hold getting in the way.

"Stop, please! I don't want to do this!"

The girl's words made him scowl. He could feel his cock soften a little, his orgasm backtrack some. "Shh," he panted. In the smoothest voice possible he told her, "Remember you're doing this for Lace! Be a good girl..."

It was pointless. Try as he might her brain was no longer his plaything. He didn't get it, couldn't understand it! It'd been years since he'd lost a brain he'd already conquered, years since he'd felt one slip way. His power was absolute now and given enough time he could dominate almost anyone.

How was it that this slip of a half-elf could fight him off?!

Well, she couldn't fight him off physically at least. Small he might be but he was stronger than her, and by a good deal. Though she tried pushing him away it was only a simple matter of gripping her wrists and pushing them over her head before he had control of her body again.

He hissed, "Stop whining, bitch! Lay still and let me finish!"

"Nooo!" Puffer sobbed.

His cock softened some more. He could feel his orgasm falling away as quickly as his hold over her brain had. Unlike some men Gerard couldn't perform if the woman didn't want it. Before he mastered his psionic powers he used to pay whores extra to beg him, to pretend they needed him.

He didn't get off on forcing them to fuck him. He got off on forcing them to want to fuck him.

*No. I'm going to finish,* he thought, doing his best to clear his mind, to ignore her whimpering. *I'm going to cum inside this little cunt if it kills me.*

And then she was gone.

It happened in the blink of an eye. One moment he was fully stuffed inside her, restraining her with his hands and body, ignoring her struggles. The next his cock was against the mattress, his face too, and he was holding nothing.

"What!" he cried.

Looking up he saw her standing at the door: Puffer, shivering from head to toe, covering her nakedness with her hands. She spun and grabbed her nightgown, pulled it on with one fluid, agile movement, and rushed out of the room.

"What the fuck just happened?" he said out loud.

END OF CHAPTER THREE