Heather shot upright in bed, a horrified look on her face. “Eww, eww, eww!!!” she cried. “What the fuck was that? I can’t believe that I imagined that disgusting little pissant fucking me. Yuck.”

Heather got out of bed and went into the bathroom to splash some water on her face.

Observing this, Billy felt something snap. For years, Heather had treated him like crap. She was always looking down on him, insulting him, making fun of him. Billy had planned to fuck her regardless, but at that moment Billy realized something. Fucking her was not enough. Billy had to make Heather feel the same shame and humiliation that she had made him feel all those years.

First, Billy went and got a video camera, setting it up on the dresser across from the foot of Heather's bed. Then Billy mentally reached into the bathroom, and brought Heather back to her bed. He had her lie back down, spread her legs, and again begin fingering her cunt. He searched her mind, and saw the same image as before, of her being gangbaged by guys from school.

This time, however, as Heather approached orgasm, Billy reached into her mind and had Heather look up at the doorway, noticing Billy standing there with an erection tenting his pants.

Heather let out a shriek, as she grabbed her covers and tried to wrap them around her nude body. “Get the fuck out of here, you little pervert!” she screamed. “You’re so fucking dead when mom hears about this.”

Billy just stood there, stroking his cock through his pants.

“Are you deaf or retarded? Get the fuck out of my room!”

Billy just smiled. “Aw, come on sis. You wouldn’t get me in trouble, would you?” He sat down on the edge of her bed. “I just came back because I forgot my lunch, and heard some noises from upstairs. When I came to see if something was wrong, there you were, door wide open, masturbating.”

“Bullshit- you were spying on me. You’re a pervert, and when mom hears about this, she’ll send you to military school. Now get the fuck out!” Heather kicked at Billy, which had the effect of flipping the covers off of the lower half of her body. Billy grabbed her foot, and held it aloft.

Billy took this opportunity to fiddle around with Heather’s mind. He pushed the thought that Heather would resist Billy with all of her might. He also tweaked her muscle control, so that no matter how hard her conscious mind thought she was resisting, she would never be able to overpower Billy. Finally, Billy strengthened both the arousal, and the shame and humiliation that Heather would feel. He wanted to make sure that Heather experienced all of the pain that she had inflicted on him in the past. The more he touched her, the more aroused she would become. And the more aroused she became, the more humiliated she would feel. Then he pulled out of Heather’s mind.

Staring between Heather’s spread legs, Billy commented, “Does mom know that you shave your pussy?” Heather’s face turned a bright shade of red. She kicked at him with her other foot. “You disgusting pig,” she spat at him.

Billy grabbed her other leg and sat on it, still holding the first one aloft. He leaned in closer, inhaling deeply Heather’s sweet aroma. Heather began to struggle, trying to pull her legs free of Billy’s grasp. With his free hand, Billy reached in and ran a finger up the length of Heather’s pussy. He sniffed at his soaked finger, and licked it clean of her juices.

“Get the fuck off of me!” Heather screamed at him. She released the covers and began hitting at Billy with her fists. Billy let go over her legs, and scrambled up her body until he was straddling Heather’s rib cage. He grabbed both of her arms, and pushed them over her head and onto the bed, spread out wide. Billy reached into Heather’s mind, and made her think that her arms were tied to the bed.

Billy let go of Heather’s arms, and watched her struggle to pull them free of the mental bindings. She twisted and pulled, squirmed and bucked, but she could not get her arms free. By now Heather’s face was bright red and she was sweating from the struggle.