Cafe

I blew the candles of my birthday cake, began opening presents, yadda yadda yadda. No, Melinda wasn't blowing me.

Isn't that funny? This whole time i wondered if her name was Melanie or Melody and it turned out it was Melinda...

How did i figure that out? Well i asked one of my Henchmen, Andrew, turns out he had a bit of a crush on her back in school...

Kind of funny, because now he was fucking her on the mattress by the dining table next to "Red".

"Red" laid there exhausted, curled up in a ball trying to rest up after getting passed around by my Henchmen.

The mattress was covered in all sorts of-

Oh wait... who's "Red" you ask? Well "Red" is the name of one of the girls i got from my little escapade at the Cafe, i forgot it's name..

What's the Cafe you ask? Well, it's where i got "Red" and "Curls" and "streak" and- you know what? I'll just tell it to you!

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It was shortly after getting Melinda. At this point in time my mom was still a proper fucktoy, and she was serving me and my henchmen in more ways than one.

She was serving us drinks and blowing us, while Melinda and my sister were fucking each other on the floor.

"Man" Andrew said "I mean, it's pretty hot and all but this is.. this is fucked up"

"Hey man, at least it's.. oh.. ahhh.. yeahhhh.. not our family we're fucking" Replied Carl as my mom deepthroated on his cock, fondling his balls and all.

Harold was playing on my gaming system.

I, however, was planning.

See after that whole debacle with Melinda (who i was still calling Melanie) i realized i could do a whooole lot of fun shit with this marker.

I could own anything and anyone if i was smart enough, i could rig elections and- no.. no Sam, you aren't a supervillain, you don't want Flash or the Justice League or every other hero locking you up in a shitty jail...

I had to go small, no bank robbing or hostages.. just going into stores.. writing my name on stuff and going out.

That's exactly what i did, me and my henchmen.

Hitting random stores, video games, food, candy, expensive clothes, all the good stuff.

Hell we even raided a seedy little sex shop!

We went about it for days.. weeks even!

Then i started getting a bit more dangerous.

I'd grab someone from the street, don't worry, i didn't hurt them.

Sometimes my henchmen would grab someone from the street, in the more.. decrepit sides of town as well as my suburbs!

I'd write my name on their clothes, their items, even their skin!

Sam dean's wallet

Sam dean's dress

Sam dean's sense of awareness

I loved watching women run all scared in their stockings and garter belts in public areas, or taking wads of cash from people threatening to out them to the police for "stealing my stuff" it was amazing!

Then i started upping it.

See, i got a bit bored of Mom and Sis and Melinda.. i needed more.. i needed more subjects and i wanted to test it on more people... then i found the Cafe.

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It was a small Cafe, 11 pm in the evening,the rest of the streets were dark and empty.

It was one of those smaller cafes,where hipsters and late night party girls stayed..

Well that's exactly what i found...

6 girls, 2 of them being the Barristas, 3 friends, 1 loner.

"Red" was one of the Baristas, on account of hee obviously red dyed hair, she wore her hair to her shoulders, silky smooth with bangs.

Her face was cute, circle shaped with rather pudgy cheeks, big eyes and a small nose.

Body wise she was meh, not fat, not even chubby, not curvy, but not hot.. she was shaped like a really thin cone.. her ass was small and her breasts were relatively medium, something you could still squeeze.

She wore a white shirt and jeans as well as the company apron.

The other Barista was "Curls" she was definitely an 8 or 9

Long curly hair, freckles, obviously part latina.

She reminded me of one of those social media influencers that always took selfies, hourglass figure, good boobs, decently sized heart shaped ass covered by her jeans.

She basically wore the same outfit as red.

"Freckles" was the loner,probably in college, probably 23.

She was pretty cute, as you could have guessed she had a couple freckles on each side of her face, sporting some glasses and short brown hair in a tie.

She was rectangular, slim, wore a grey hoodie with some jeans.

Her eyes were glued to her laptop, she was probably out studying.

Breasts were a good size, so were her firm looking legs. Did she work out or something? Who cares?

The last 3 were the party girls.

"Streak" referred to this gorgeous lady with a blue streak of hair, she wore a blazer and a grey shirt and black pants, she had shoulder length.. i believe it was called "bob hair" i couldn't really hear Sis's explanation on account of.. you know.

The neck line on her shirt was pretty long, or her boobs were just that great! Easy C cups on her slim figure, pretty great thighs too and a wonderful pair of legs!

Her friend "Blonde" was Mousy blonde, someone you would describe as "pretty" not exactly model material but someone you'd fuck.

She was skinny and wore a floral summer dress, her hair was long and she was pretty short.

Her breasts were relatively small, kind of parted but still fuckable. You could imagine her as being someone who you could carry while fucking.

The last one dressed casual, she was asian, probably Korean or something.

She wore a beanie and had sunglasses hanging from her red shirt, she wore a jacket on top filled with little punkish writings and buttons and blue jeans.

She was taller than the skinny one but still short, she was cute, good legs,good breasts, good arms, an all rounder. I called her "Beanie".

I found my subjects.

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I started by walking in and writing on the chair skinny was sitting on, she was rightfully freaked out at first. I remember seeing her jolt up for a second.

"Uh excuse me sir?" Beanie said in a voice one would call "Bitchy".

Streak got up from her chair angrily, the Baristas started looking at us while Freckles stayed glued to her laptop.

"Excuse me, what are you-" Streak said in an angry tone, she shuts up after i finish writing

Sam's private property

I made sure to write it on one of the legs, got a good look at Blonde's cute little butt and Streak's thighs.

Streak's eyes lit up in surprise "oh shit!" She went.

The others followed suit, mostly Blonde.

"Oh fuck!" She said in a squeaky voice.

"Yeah" i replied in a smug tone, a wolfish smile on my face "you're tresspassing on my land ma'am".

Beanie looked over the table, wondering why the others stopped. Her ticked off face disappeared as soon as she realized her friend basically did an oopsie.

"You know how late it is? I'm pretty sure this is a crime" i said "I think i'm going to call the cops on your ass"

Beanie's ticked off face returned, confronting me: "Hey man, she didn't know ok?"

"Listen,It's about 12 in the morning and someone's just illegally used and tresspassed on my private property!"

I wonder how the others saw it, was it like getting drunk and wandering into someone's yard?

"Alright fine, we'll have a talk.. outside.. me and that one" i said pointing to blonde.

A bit of arguing later and Blonde and i are outside... where my henchmen were waiting.

Blonde let out a small puppy yelp as my henchmen dragged her into the nearby alleyway.

She struggled of course, trying to scream, hitting us with her sneakers.

I hiked up her dress, to my surprise, a teardrop thong.. not exactly concealing an airstrip cut..

Ha! This ladies must have been going around town all night!

I took out the marker and wrote

Sam Dean's human being

Done.

Eventually the rest followed, i lured Beanie out by getting blonde to follow her out. I pulled the same thing on Beanie, cept this time i wrote it on her belly.

Next was streak, i had the girls lure her into the bathroom to.. "play a little game" no one really saw me and my henchmen follow them in.. no one seemed to hear her muffled scream while we grabbed her in the bathroom.

The baristas were easy, i asked Streak to tell Red: "Hey uh.. do you have a car outside?"

"Um.. yes ma'am?" Red replied.

"Yeah we saw a guy tagging it with a spraycan!"

Red's eyes widened as she took off her apron and ruahed outside.. where me and my henchmen were waiting...

Curls was even easier, Red lured her to the back and we made short work of her.

Freckles.. Freckles was special..

I was kind of ticked off that she never even noticed all the shit going on around her.. call me a narcissistic socio- whatever but i really hate people like that, too invested in themselves or their work or some shit not to notice stuff going down..

Well she didn't noticed the 9 figures approaching her, i bet her heart skipped a beat when they grabbed her on all sides, pulling her off her chair so forcefully.. placing her on the floor.. turning her around.

I bet she was more frightened when i pulled down her pants, revealing a pretty good looking ass.

She was probably terrified when she felt the wetness of the marker writing shit down on her...

Sam's conscious thought.

Sam's memories.

Sam's bodily actions.

Sam's bodily functions.

Well.. i had my thralls.. now all i needed was to play with them..