Gaslight, Gag Reflex, Bossing Girls Around

"ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME, JOHN?" Liv shouted, pulling herself upright on the kitchen island. She hadn't figured out how to navigate walking in her ballerina boots, but once she did, one of them was going right into my balls, I knew that much.

Liv had quickly discovered the tangle of knots going up her calves made the heels nigh impossible to remove, but she was doing everything she could to appear intimidating while balancing hunched over on a kitchen counter. The combination pasties, sling thong, and “bottom bitch” collar weren't doing her any favors, but the damage was done and I needed to take charge of the situation fast.

"Come on, come on," I said tapping the side of the EPF visor, willing the frozen 99 to change to triple digits. "Shit, why won't you work?" I cursed.

For some reason, the pivotal 1% was the part of Liv's mind that would accept this scenario as reality. Granted, accepting the desire to eat out your boyfriend's ass in front of his roommate, might be a particularly large pill to swallow, but Zach was bent over on the ground waiting obediently. Why wasn't Liv?! I guess it serves me right for purchasing the cheapest Extranet Proximity Field I could find, but this felt like a huge oversight in the programming regardless.

"I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU, JOHN! I'LL CAVE IN YOUR FUCKING SKULL WITH THESE SHOES IF I HAVE TO, I SWEAR TO GOD!"

"Um...Open Settings?" I tried weakly, watching Liv eye up our set of steak knives with malicious intent. A series of textboxes filled my field of view, and using my glowing right arm I fanned through them, hoping there might something I could use in an emergency like this.

Accessibility and Handicap Features ... Password Protection and Security ... Preferred Appendage, Tentacle, or Flipper ... EPF Usage Statistics ...

With a lurch, I narrowly missed being hit in the face with the flying cereal bowl Liv had launched at my head. It landed with a resounding crash on the floor behind me, shattering into a pile of milk slick ceramic.

"Ooh, better get the dust pan," Zach said placidly, preparing to scamper away.

"No!" Said both Liv and I, causing my harnessed roommate to raise his eyebrows in surprise. But not one to argue, anymore, he just returned to his spot on the mat nonchalantly.

I opted to switch tactics. "Look Liv, I'm sorry. Please don't throw anything else at me!" I said, catching myself before I started talking to the x's on her bosom. Her green eyes pulsed with anger, an almost feral quality coming off them, like the eyes of a captured animal. "I didn't mean for this to happen, please believe me. It's not usually like this."

"You rambled about bicycle-shaped aliens and called my boyfriend and I lesser beings," Liv spat, reaching behind her to pull the buttplug from her buns with a slimy pop. "The FUCK you didn't mean this to happen," she said, pointing the acorn-shaped toy accusatorially at me while supporting herself with her free hand. "Also what do you mean, 'usually'? You've pulled this shit BEFORE?" Angrily, the buttplug was thrown at my knees.

"Uhh well, I mean, um, only like one other time," I said aloud, picking up the sex toy, gingerly.

And one other time before that.

And one other time before that.

And a couple other times, too.

And a few more admittedly not including Zach and Liv but we don't have to get into that right now.

"Yeah, just the one," I reiterated, but Liv wasn't buying it.

"Fix it," she growled, brandishing her new chosen weapon, the Lucky Charms box, like a knife. A word search had appeared on the back written across Lucky's feminine posterior, and it was looking magically delicious!

"It doesn't really...work like that?" I said walking forward trying to calm the situation as best I could. "The device doesn't really let me -- JESUS CHRIST LIV!"

The girl had lunged at me, trying to pull the EPF visor from my face. I leapt to the side, thankful her boots were still offering her little purchase even while standing on her tippy toes. She collided with the ground a second time, but quickly righted herself, flipping over to reach for the framed poster of Erika "Mistress of Carnality" on the wall above her. It hit the floor with an audible crunch, covering the kitchen tile in shards of glass.

"Fix it, John," repeated Liv, picking up the largest piece of glass she could find -- a long jagged triangle she was primed to sink into my hammies. "Don't make me ask again."

A pop-up had appeared on my heads up display, punctuated by a knocking at our front door.

"Everything alright in there?" called our landlord, Mr. Maxwell.

Profile of frequent subject found. Would you like to load-in "Maxwell, Jefferson" at this time?

My heart sank. "Fuck me, yes engage," I muttered, a second percentage appearing on the EPF as I ran to tackle Liv. Grabbing her weapon arm in one hand and trying to keep her from screaming with the other, I struggled against the athletic chick as she clawed at my face and arms with her free hand. With a wince of pain, I recoiled, not expecting her to bite me, but I put my whole arm over her face this time and pulled her off the ground with both hands.

"Put it down, Liv." I said, shaking her arm like a wet towel, her boobs flapping side to side as she barked and flailed. I gave my wrist a quick spin, forcing Liv to do the same, and the glass shard finally clattered to the ground.

"Hello," called Jefferson again, "What's all that racket?"

"Nothing one sec," I replied, sweet as honey and ready to initiate my plan. "EPF, confirm Accessibility Feature - Telekinesis," I commanded, having never stopped scrolling through the settings.

Telekinesis online

The bones in my right arm glowed bright red, the particles around my hand folding in on themselves in a shimmering miasma. I swung my arm, catapulting my would-be assailant across the room, bouncy panty-clad ass over bitter tea kettle. She smacked into the opposite wall, held horizontally in the air, her face, thighs, and chest squishing against an invisible wall. I moved my left hand in turn, trying to close her mouth, but no dice, the powers seemed to only emanate from my right arm.

So rotating said arm, I pinched my top two finger, puckering Liv's lips like the mouth of an angry goldfish, and satisfied for the moment, I approached the front door, cautious to keep my arm aloft and the girl hidden.

"Sorry about that Mr. Maxwell," I panted speaking through a crack in the door, "just doing a little rearranging nothing to worry about."

The landlord eyed me up and down, his bald head framed by a circle of grey-white hair. "Interesting headgear you got there, John. Is it a sleep apnea machine? Also sounded like someone was screaming in there."

Liv made a mooing sound through her contorted lips, and the fake smile on my face grew even larger. "Yes it is, and oh the screaming? I think Zach was watching a horror movie or something."

"At 6:30 in the morning?" Mr. Maxwell replied. I simply nodded and flicked middle finger, launching Liv's discarded buttplug into her open mouth like a long range pacifier .

"Gluck gluck gluckle," she spasmed, trying to **** the anal intruder from her mouth.

"Oh you're so right, maybe it was an action movie," I nodded, watching Liv through the corner of my eye as I tightened grip. Unfortunately, one of her legs had gotten free of my grasp, and she was trying to reach out with it to get Zach's attention. I gritted my teeth.

"Mind if I just take a peek inside for a bit?" The old codger asked, half politely, half impetuously. Running out of fingers, I rolled my pinky trying to fold Liv into quick ball I could maybe stuff behind the couch."

"gurckle, gurckle -- MMMmmffff," Liv moaned audibly, and I realized my error. I had overshot her booted leg and instead pushed myself into lower abdomen. An invisible **** was presently digging into her panties, driving them into her tightest crevices with erotic intensity. I retracted my pinky, but that only elicited more moans and more suspicion from Mr. Maxwell.

"Is, excuse me, Zachary's lady friend still here?" he asked, pausing in his advance on our apartment. In a moment of bizarre brilliance, or perhaps desperation, I went for the hail mary and started flicking my magic pinky back and forth as fast as I could.

"Hu hu hu hu hu hu, mm mm mmm mmmmm mhhhhhhmmmm," the levitating Liv groaned. Her legs akimbo and lips still wrapped around her buttplug, Liv bucked and gurgled as the sensations took her. The lewd sounds causing Mr. Maxwell's cheeks to turn bright red.

"She and Zach are...busy, I take it?" he asked. I nodded confidently, spinning Liv around to spank her jiggly ass cheeks with the power of my mind. Performing the shocker remotely, I started sawing in and out of her, penetrating her suspended pink and stink and certain my ministrations just sounded like kinky sex to the old man outside. Liv's hungry half-muffled cries continued, and fooled by my ruse, Mr. Maxwell moved to depart.

"You know what, never mind," Mr. Maxwell said his mouth going a dry as Liv groaned to the sensation of my thumb impaling her box. "Though John, if you want to step out while they finish, I've got somebody who'd love your attention...as long as I can stay and watch."

I looked up at the log. Mr. Maxwell was at a cool 85%, which meant like last time he was probably hoping I would come by and bang his trophy wife while he lived out his newly installed cuckold fantasies. The offer was generous but my hands (squeeze squeeze) were full at the moment.

"Not right now, I'm afraid, but thanks for the offer. Have a nice day!" I replied, closing the door before my landlord could even nod. With one last thrust, Liv let out a **** scream, before I dropped her unceremoniously against the wall. She just lay their twitching.

Letting out a long, hard sigh and thankful that things had finally come to a standstill, I sat in the relative silence, as Liv dripped on to the floor.

"OKAY," I hissed, ready to approach my freshly masturbated marionette. "We're just going to stay HERE," punctuating my words with a telekinetic flex,"and wait for the EPF to finish loading, got it?"

Liv just moaned ambiguously, once again suspended in the air, so I loosened the grip on her buttplug gag so she could at least talk around it.

"I'm sorry, Liv, but you're not going to remember this anyway, so just knock it off."

"Oh you're...gonna mess with my mind, too?" Liv jeered between ragged breathes, holding the plug in her cheek like a lit cigar. "You're a real...fucking psycho...you know that John?"

"It was an accident!" I lamented angrily, before my guilty conscience caught up with me. "Er, no, fuck. Yes, yes I am. A psycho, I guess." I answered lamely.

The scene before me wasn't a good look. My roommate's girlfriend had her head between her legs, her soiled crotch presented to me like a stuffed trophy on a wall. Errant tears had caused her eye makeup to run, and the word "Champ" on her left breast had started to peel off, exposing the pink areola underneath.

"I'm sorry. What you two have seems very, very nice. Nice to the point that anything you do that barely annoys me is enough to me set me off. Sometimes I don't think I'll ever have what you two have. I certainly fantasize about it. Or enjoy imagining it all turned on its head in rude and raunchy ways. That's all this was meant to be. A fantasy. When the game is over, it'll just feel like a random dream," I said, pulling the plug from her mouth with my free hand.

For a moment, Liv's eyes lost focus, suckling at the butt plug as it drew from her lips. A line of drool hung loosely between her tongue and the parting object. I paused, checking the EPF to see if she had completed warping, but it was still stuck at 99%. Not wanting to risk the consequences of turning it off and on again, I wondered aloud if enough programming was in place to enact my fantasy all the same.

"Huh, Liv you seem to like that taste," I said buzzing the sex toy against her pouty lips.

"HmmMMm. It's not unpleasant," Liv replied lazily with a kiss, before letting her tongue roll out of her mouth.

"Well there's more where that came from," I said gesturing to Zach, his upturned buttocks still waiting at attention.

Liv's tongue retracted quickly. She lowered her chin and shook her head, but I could tell her interest was piqued. Her pupils had visibly dilated and this close I could hear her heart pounding like a drum.

"Aw come on," I said, smiling wickedly, "Have you ever tried it? Zach's got a great ass."

"Mmm...yeah. So...good...," Liv said almost involuntarily. I gently levitated her limp body into the air, the dimpled object of her affection getting larger and larger as she approached. "It's like my favorite part of him...I think," the flying girl swooned.

"How'd you two meet?" I ventured, guiding her face towards Zach's waiting rump.

"Sat on me at a basketball game," Liv replied, staring into the abyss, "even then I knew...that's all ever wanted."

Clearly a bit of revisionist history from the EPF, but I wasn't going to push my luck.

"Say ahhh," I teased, lining up the lovers' orifices.

Liv suddenly recoiled. "Please, John. Don't make me do this," she said her ballerina boots kicking impotently in the air. With a swish, I pressed her open mouth into the base of Zach's butt crack, Liv's eyes watered in frustrated terror, but then they snapped open, a look of surprise crossing her innocent green pupils.

"Why does it ... mmm ... why does it taste like cake?" Liv asked tapping her tongue with her index finger after an experimental lick.

I honestly didn't know. So I shook my head, unsure what to tell her, but it was Zach who answered instead, "I cleaned and prepped it for you this morning," he explained. "I wanted it to taste all sweet for our training this morning."

"Aww babe, slurp slurp, that's so, slurp, ffoughtful off you, slurp" Liv replied between delighted mouthfuls, really getting into now. With one hand rubbing the wet spot between her legs and the other kneading the top of Zach's butt like dough, the scantily clad girl embraced her chosen destiny. Deep in the layers of her twisted subconscious, some part of her lizard brain finally got the memo and decided she was addicted to eating ass. And it was a need she was going to fulfill RIGHT THE FUCK NOW.

Liv breathed heavily, tonguing her boyfriend's exposed taint. More licking ensued, this time ravenously, as she tried to slobber every inch of her boyfriend's butt cheeks. She squeezed them against her face, luxuriating in the sensation of their obscene roundness. Then with three upward slurps, she dove into the center, sucking and nibbling at the skin with sensual precision. Coming up for air, I could see runny makeup smudged all over her face. Hair matted to the top of her forehead, lipstick and mascara mixing in her sweat and spittle.

Mouth wide open, she plunged back in, this time grabbing on to Zach's dick to pump it in time with her probing tongue. Bobbing her head with increasing speed, she pulled back once more just to stare at her prize longingly, as more and more of her brain cells became devoted to her boyfriend's rimjob. Gone was the marathon training. Gone was her chaste if romantic sense of boundaries. Gone was her desire to try and escape. There was only butt stuff. And as she continued licking figure eights across his anus, all Liv could do was smile.

"Having fun?" I asked, having retired to the couch, my hand inside my sweatpants.

Liv sucked hard on her mouthful of ass, releasing it with a loud pop. "LUVV DIS...SO fwucking much," she whisper-yelled between drools. She then crouched down to lap rapidly at Zach's anal ring, only her pony tail left bouncing above her.

I laughed, reclining in the couch only to brush the EPF's neural port against the red leather cushion.

Error 408- Unable to proceed. Current session will restart immediately.

I winced, closing my eyes in the sudden flash of daylight. The room's black and red colors disappeared, replaced by its usual muted grey. Bland modern art replaced the naked women on the wall, the couch sagged back into dull blue cotton, and the Lucky Charms Box on the counter returned to its family-friendly marketing scheme.

"Oh crap," I sighed, looking down at my former ass eater/ass eating receiver. Liv and Zach were back in their exercise gear, still on all fours, but staring at one another in disbelief. Liv was clutching her tongue like it was a foreign object, and Zach had to take a moment to check if his shorts were still on.

They turned to me, eyes narrowed. The EPF read 3%.