A Mutant Collector Quest

I touch her cheeks gently, causing her to flinch slightly. "You all belong to me now. From now on I will take care of you, and you will never lack money," I assure her as Dorothy looks up at me, puzzled.

"You can have anything you desire—clothes, food, cars, jewellery, houses," I continue, watching as Dorothy's gaze drifts off into imagination.

"But you have to remember just one thing," I interject, pinching her cheek until a sting sets in. "Who does your family belong to?" I demand, my voice unwavering.

"It belongs to you, Master Lucas," she responds, her nervous swallow preceding a clear and obedient answer.

"Yes, good girl," I pat her cheek gently. "Take good care of them both. They are now my property, so you should treat them properly," I instruct her as my hands move to her hair. "And if you ever cause harm to my property," I warn in an angry tone, pulling her hair slightly, "you will suffer twice as much. Understood?"

"Ah! Yes, Master!" Dorothy responds, her voice strained with pain.

"Now clean your mess up" I say pointing at my dick which is covered in various liquids.

She dutifully goes to my crotch and starts cleaning my dick by sucking it off.

"Yes, if you keep doing a good job I will even reward you and fuck you regularly!" I say as she starts sucking me with more zeal.

"All of this—your face, your breasts, your pussy—they all belong to me now. I am the only one who gets to touch them. Understood?" I assert, grasping her head and start deep throating her.

"Understood?" I ask firmly as I thrust my dick in her mouth.

She desperately tries to nod her head as I am fucking her face.

What I did just now was basic Operant Conditioning. With a woman like her, the combination of pain and pleasure reinforces my control over her.

Typically, this method requires multiple sessions to be effective, but my endurance and the repeated reinforcement during this session, that submission to me should come naturally for her... makes it work somehow.

As I read her mind, I sense her relaxation. Throughout her life, she has allowed others to control her, so following my 'orders', especially when it promises a lavish lifestyle and incredible sexual pleasure, poses no issue for her.

"Ughh" I empty my balls inside her mouth as she chokes on my dick, struggling to swallow. But I keep her head in place and she starts suffocating on my cum.

Soon her eyes roll back and her body convulses!

I take my cock out and plaster her body with my jizz. I have to keep a hold of her body as she had just lost consciousness, yet her body was still shuddering in the orgasm.

I lift her up and place her on the bed which is now damp with various fluids.

Looking at her sleeping so soundly covered in my cum, I take a weary breath, feeling mentally drained rather than physically tired. Constantly reading her thoughts and maintaining precise control over my strength has taken its toll.

As I glance towards the door, I know there's another issue that needs my attention.

Sniff, sniff... sob, sob.

I exit the room and find Patricia sprawled on the floor, her face buried in her knees, crying uncontrollably! Her clothing was disheveled; her breasts were spilling out and her shorts unzipped.

My Telepathy was still active, and it revealed the reasons behind her tears. Annoyed by this invasive ability to read others' thoughts, I press my right finger to the side of my neck for 30 seconds to reactivate the shield, then proceed to turn off my Telepathy Power.

With the mental noise silenced, I can focus fully on Patricia now.

"Patricia," I say softly, kneeling in front of her.

She looks at me with blurry, tear-filled eyes, her face streaked with snot and tears.

"Get *sniff* away from me!" she sobs, her voice laced with anger.

"Shh, calm down," I urge softly, reaching out with my hands in a gesture of comfort.

"Don't touch me," she yells, backing away to the wall. "Go fuck my mother, leave me alone!" Her words were sharp with pain, "I thought you were a good guy," she continues, trying to wipe away her tears. "What about … our k-kiss? *sniff sniff* Did that mean nothing to you?!" Her voice cracks as she covers her face with her hands.

I step forward and wrap my arms around her trembling body, "Patsy, please listen," I plead softly.

"Let m-me go!" she cries out, struggling against my embrace, but my hold remains firm, keeping her close to me.

Sobbing uncontrollably, she buries her face in my chest, her tears dampening my shirt. "I was in Love with you!" she confesses, her hands clutching at your shirt. "*sniff* I even gave you my f-first kiss," she adds, her voice choked with emotion.

"Why did you do that with my mom, Luke?... I trusted you! How could you do that?" she yells, her fists weakly pounding against my chest, although her weak punches have little effect on me.

"Will you please listen to me?" I ask, caressing her hair softly, trying to calm her down.

"N-no!" her muffled voice comes from my chest.

"It was the only way, Patsy. I had to do it for you," I explain softly.

"Wh-what do you mean?" She asks in confusion, looking up at me with a face full of tears.

"To save you from your situation, we have two options," I begin, my tone gentle yet firm. "Either I take you away from here, or your mother agrees to drop the topic."

Patricia remains silent, her face buried in my chest, though her sobs have subsided.

"You are still 17 years old, and until another year passes, you cannot go independent," I explain with a sigh. "And if I take you away from your mother, it could lead to a legal battle. She could file a case against us, and who knows what else she will do? And if the truth comes out, she might even go to jail!"

A shudder passes through Patricia at the mention of her mother's potential fate, and I continue, knowing I must present the harsh reality. "But if I simply offer her money and convince her to leave you alone, she might very well agree... However, that would only worsen her situation, adding fuel to the fire. It's like damning her to hell, where she will spiral down a very dark path. I know you wouldn't want to see her that way," I add, my tone serious.

"What do you mean about my Mother's situation?" Patricia looks up at me, her blurry eyes wide with alarm.

"Your Mother, Dorothy... is too far gone in drugs, partying, and sex. She has become addicted to it," I explain gently. "She needs serious therapy, but she won't agree to it. Her long years of marriage have shaped her personality, and even today, she hasn't really escaped its influence"

"Talking with her would only work for a while," I continue, "but she needed something more effective, something to set her straight. This was the safest and easiest way." I say with conviction.

"S-so you are telling me that hooking up with my mother was the only solution? That you did it o-only because of me?" Patricia asks, looking at me incredulously. "I am not stupid, Luke. You don't have to lie to me," she says, averting her tearful eyes from me.

"You just wanted to fuck her, didn't you? You just liked bigger breasts and older women. I knew you wouldn't like someone like me!" she says, her heart wrenching with sorrow. "Even that kiss, I was the one who kissed you! ... You don't care about me at all!!" she sobs as her tears start falling uncontrollably.

I look at her tear-streaked face and realise the weight of her accusation... It's a harsh truth: I did have other options. I could have threatened Dorothy, bribed her with money to seek therapy, pursued legal action against the director, or simply kept a vigilant watch over Patricia's situation until she could live independently. In dire circumstances, I could have even considered wiping Dorothy's memory clean.

But I didn't pursue those options. From the moment I had glimpsed at her desire to have sex with me... I found myself oddly intrigued by the notion.

Then, as I had delved deeper into her mind, I discovered her 'visits' to her friends' houses, sometimes with multiple companions. It irked me to no end; it felt as though they were toying with something that should rightfully be mine! From that moment on, I formulated my plan.

I never questioned it during the execution, but now, a bizarre notion strikes me: under normal circumstances, I wouldn't have resorted to this. This mutation, the source of my power, it is seriously changing me!

I shake my mind of these musings and hold Patricia's face in my hands, her eyes blurry with tears.

I lean down and press my lips against hers ... softly, slowly, tenderly, trying to convey my care through the kiss.

She looks at me, shocked, then closes her eyes tightly, not responding to my gesture.

Her lips taste salty, undoubtedly the taste of her tears, but I persist, holding her a bit tighter, pressing her body against my chest.

My tongue explores her lips, seeking entrance, while my right hand finds her exposed breast and I grab it!

"AH!"

Patricia moans as she parts her lips, allowing my tongue to slip inside. Now, she starts responding eagerly, her tongue dancing with mine, her hands moving from my shirt to wrap around my neck, pulling me closer and deepening the kiss.

The kiss seems to stretch on endlessly, as I delve into every corner of her mouth and mould her breasts with expert hands. As I tease and pinch her nipples, her body begins to shudder, and she starts moaning in my mouth.

I draw back from the kiss, letting it linger between us before breaking away. Patricia's eyes are hazy, her expression one of bliss as she leans into me.

"Was that enough to show you how much you mean to me?" I murmur softly, nuzzling her ear affectionately.

Patricia's cheeks flush crimson as she looks away, unable to meet my gaze.

"Don't be silly to think I don't find you attractive," I continue, my voice tender, a reminiscent smile gracing my lips.

"From the moment I first laid eyes on you in that audition room, I was captivated by your beauty," I confess softly.

Patricia looks up at me in shock, unable to believe what she was hearing.

"But back then, I was just a shy kid and didn't know how to approach someone as stunning as you," I admit, an awkward smile playing on my lips. "Even now, after all this time, I have never found the courage to confess my feelings for you, especially with you being such a big TV star now and surrounded by lots of handsome young men"

Patricia's mouth hangs open, her expression incredulous as she takes in my words.

"So when you kissed me, I was overjoyed, especially knowing it was your first kiss," I say, leaning in to give her lips a short, tender kiss. Patricia's cheeks flush a deeper shade of red as she comes out of her shock, her eyes meeting mine.

"Never doubt your worth," I assure her, my gaze unwavering. "I will choose you over your mother every time!"

"Are you telling the truth?" whispers Patricia, her voice tinged with hope. "Do you really find me attractive?" she asks, her eyes searching mine for sincerity.

I take her right hand and bring it down over my dick, which was in full attention.

Patricia gasps as her hand touches the wet, hot thing. She looks down, her entire face turning crimson as she realises that Luke has been naked all along.

"Do you believe me now?" I ask, my voice dripping with sensuality, as I whisper into her reddened ears.