Claim Andrew's Mind

After pulling up your pants, you apply a smidge of effort towards positioning Kelly more comfortably, you hastily drape her shirt over her out of some sort of respect. Then you go upstairs and enter Andrew's bedroom - brandishing the all powerful sharpie.

"Dude, you're finally back." He says as you enter the door.

"Yeah," you say, distantly. This all seems so surreal.

"Glad you're here. I've been trying to take down this boss and it's impossible!"

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah..." he momentarily zones out on the screen, "Yeah.... dude what were all the sounds down there?"

"Sounds?"

"Yeah."

"I don't know, man... hey, let me draw on your arm."

"What? No. You're gonna draw a dick or something."

"Come on man, Just let me."

"Ahm... okay, just... don't draw a dick."

As he's button mashing his way through an intense virtual encounter, you write your veritable curse on his forearm.

Ryan Ferro's Mind

When he looks at your writing, the controller falls out of his hands and clatters. You look at him closely and see that his eyes have become unfocussed from the screen. His mouth is slightly agape.

The whole look is rather spooky and startles you.

You clear your throat and give him an order, "Andrew, use your mind to do all the things you would normally do."

"Okay," he says. He picks the controller back up and resumes.

"Forget about the sounds you heard from downstairs just then."

His face takes on a slightly pinched expression and then goes back to normal.

You have no reason to think it didn't work, "follow me."

Andrew pauses the game and stands, "what do you need help with."

"Just do what I say, and don't commit anything that's about to happen to memory. You will remember nothing after this moment until I say... greenlight."

No response.

You lead him down the stairs to where his mom is passed out in the kitchen. Her face and makeup is still a mess of drool, tears and cum. "Help me get her to her room."

Andrew lifts her by the legs and you hook you arms around her shoulders. Together you lay her down on the bed.

"Now, go back to your room and wait for me."

He doesn't hesitate for a second. You shut the door behind him.

You look at Kelly for a moment. Just taking her in.

An evil giddiness wells up in your chest.

First you remove the shirt lazily draped over her chest.

It sticks a little to the dried cum on her tits, taking some effort to pull off.

You use the shirt to tie one of her wrists to the bedframe, then find another shirt from her dresser to do the same to her other wrist. You savor removing her pants. Slowly revealing more of her of creamy thighs. When you slide off her panties your surprised to find a clean, waxed pussy waiting for you. You take a taste and then shove the panties into her mouth.

After restraining the rest of her limbs you review you handiwork, then exit the room.

You join Andrew with the video games. But when you enter the room you find that his just standing in there.

"Andrew, dude." He looks at you with an empty look.

You're mind ownership has turned him into a zombie. You had hoped that you could just use the parts of his mind you needed and he could use it the rest of the time, but it looks like he needs orders for every single thing. You need to take the writing off to give him his autonomy back.