Lily Escapes

"Excuse me!" I call him over and he takes a few steps closer, giving me a bored look. I can tell it's just an act. God how hot would it be for a girl like me to wrap my lips around his cock? I bet that kind of thing doesn't happen to him every day.

"What? You want back inside already?" he asks gruffly. I can already imagine what I'll look like on my knees, swallowing his cum. I shake my head, then nod, then shake it again. A group of girls just passed by and I momentarily reconsidered the idea.

I lean in close, lowering my voice seductively. "Let's go somewhere a little more private and I'll show you what I want." We both gasp as I hear myself say that. I'm so forward! Such a nasty slut! I need to be punished, hard! I squeak in surprise as he grabs me by the arm and pulls me roughly towards the alley behind the club. Fuck yes! I'm moaning now like a whore in heat. I want him to bend me over and spank me. Why am I being such a slut? I'm disgusted with myself but at the same time I want him even more. Sluts like me deserve to be fucked and abused! I deserve everything he's gonna do to me.

He throws me against the wall and I laugh, loving his rough treatment. Then I frown. I shouldn't be enjoying it! The guy deserves to have his fun and it sure is more fun if I struggle a little. He pulls out his cock and I squeal, struggling half-heartedly as he pushes me down to my knees.

"Wait! Stop!" I beg him as his cockhead prods against my lips. I actually want him to use me but I play my part convincingly, looking up at him pleadingly.

"Too late for that, bitch." He replies with a cruel laugh and shoves his cock past my parted lips. I moan in delight. This is so perfect! He grips me by the hair and starts brutally fucking my face. My tongue plays with his veiny shaft as I drool all over it and onto my big tits. He's groaning and grunting as he face fucks me. Fuck I'm a good whore!

I'm suddenly pulled backwards and away from the bouncer. He curses as I hit the ground. "Get the fuck away from her!" Screams someone and I see Becca stepping between us, facing the bouncer defiantly. That piece of shit growls and takes a step closer but the bitch doesn't even flinch. I just stare, incapable of deciding who I should be rooting for. I want Becca to kick his ass but at the same time I'm hoping he'll beat the crap out of her and take me home with him! It's strange wanting to be both protected and abused at the same time.

Becca, that stupid bitch, retrieves a pepper spray from her bag and aims it threateningly at the disgusting bouncer. He takes a step back and raises his arms. "Come on now bitch," he says, laughing nervously, "put that thing away. We're just having some fun. She asked for it!"

"Just fuck off!" Becca replies and the bouncer hesitates for a few seconds, then turns and walks back towards the entrance, grumbling under his breath. Becca offers me a hand and I take it gratefully, standing back up.

"Holy shit!" I exclaim, fear catching up with me. "Thank god you were here! He almost **** me!"

Becca is staring at me sternly. "Why the fuck didn't you stay inside the apartment like I told you?"

I'm so ashamed but I really need to explain myself to her. She saved my ass. I look away as I talk, feeling humiliated. "I'm sorry! When I'm not around someone I just freeze up. My mind turns blank and I'm left just standing around like an idiot!" It's so scary how helpless I am! "And when someone gets close enough, I just start acting the way they want."

Becca shakes her head and I cringe. But it is no place to cringe! We should get me home, fast!

"Let's get the hell out of here and go back home," she says.

The ride back is spent in silence, and I do my best not to start acting out any of Becca's repressed desires. She doesn't want me to do anything weird, so I don't want to either. Being with someone who knows what I'm going through allows me to really think about it clearly. With everyone else I barely seem to recognize my situation. It isn't that I don't know it, but just that since they are unaware of my affliction, I seem to lose the ability to fully grasp it either, or rather care about it.

"I tried to find Sam," Becca says as we cross the street and head towards our building, "but no one knows where he is." She opens the main entrance door and I step in silently, pondering on the subject. Hours have passed since he left with the diamond and he had plenty of time to curse anyone he pleased. Is he using it right now, corrupting some other innocent girl? "I bet he's using the diamond to influence some poor chick," Becca continues as we go up the stairs.

"Should we call the police?" I ask uncertainly. That feels like a drastic measure and I don't even know how to explain the situation to them. I'm suddenly annoyed with myself.

"Are you even capable of saying something that doesn't come out of my own head?" Becca stops and glares at me. Good question, I think angrily.

"I don't know..." I admit as we resume climbing the stairs. "*People's thoughts feel like my own..." That's scary! "It's confusing..."

If someone happened to hear our conversation, they would probably think we're crazy, talking about a curse and me acting on everyone's desires. Though if they were a bit open minded they probably could get a bit closer and make me do something, just to see if it's true. I cough three times. Holy shit! It's true! Well... I know it's true, I think, confused. I guess someone really is listening. I would look around, but I don't want to do anything to attract attention towards them, so I abstain from it.

"Great..." Becca opens the door to our floor and we continue the short path to our apartment. I can hear faint steps behind us but decide not to pay attention to it. I know I should tell Becca about it, but since she hasn't noticed anything wrong, I don't have any incentive to do so. Besides, I don't want to pass on an opportunity to be stolen by a stranger in order to be turned into his sex ****. You'd have to be crazy not to jump at the chance, right? I feel exhausted. We pass in front of Mrs. Wilson's place and I feel compelled to say hello. The poor old lady is always so lonely. I'm sure she'd appreciate some company. I move to knock on her door when Becca stops me and pulls me towards our own place. I really am helpless, aren't I? "What are you doing?"

"Sorry! I think I got a little too close to Mrs. Wilson and picked up on her loneliness," I apologize, and we quickly unlock the apartment door and get inside. Becca closes the door behind me. I'm glad to be finally home, where no one can influence my behavior against my will. Well...

"Don't worry." I answer Becca's thoughts, feeling a bit disturbed. "You can't leave me alone and I'd rather be acting out your desires than anyone else's..." I groan and shake my head. Of course I'm saying that because I feel she wants me to say that! Fuck!

"You look awful," Becca observes and she is right. I am a mess!

"I haven't eaten or drank anything for hours..." I confirm, collapsing on the sofa. "I even peed on myself at the club..." Jesus Christ! How pathetic can I get? I've lost any semblance of autonomy. I'm like a baby! I can't even take care of my most basic needs! I stand up and head to the kitchen and Becca follows me, a worried look on her face. "I need to eat something..." I start rummaging through the fridge.

***

I let the water run along my curves, washing the soap bubbles off of me. Even if I can still feel Becca's thoughts, I'm far enough for them to feel muffled. She must be losing focus because I slow down and stand still under the jet, thinking she really should call Rigel, her boyfriend. We need a guy's help to deal with Sam! I'm starting to shiver, the shower running out of hot water when I blink and quickly turn the faucet off. Am I okay?

"All good in here? You finished yet?" Becca calls from the other side of the door.

I grab a towel and start drying myself up. "I'll be out in a minute but you really should keep thinking about how I need to take care of myself because I keep zoning out in here!" I reply, feeling concerned and a bit annoyed by her lack of attention. "Sorry!" She mumbles, embarrassed. I sigh, finish drying up and wrap myself in a bathrobe before freezing in place again, conflicted.

Though I'm worried about myself and want to find a way to get rid of my curse, I can't help but bite my lip at the thought of letting that mysterious stranger influence me and have his way with me. He must be close. Can he even make me come to him from where he is, just by thinking about it? I think he should give it a try! If I wait for Becca's influence to fade, maybe I could reach the front door to make my escape without her noticing? It's a risky move, but I'm so fucking horny at the thought of letting that faceless man **** my young body... I mean it isn't particularly ethical but could you blame a guy for wanting to jump at such an opportunity? I know I certainly would do the same in his position!

I don't bother getting dressed and open the bathroom door, peeking out cautiously. I can hear my roommate talking over the phone at the other side of the apartment and sigh with relief. The stupid bitch didn't get the message and is now too far for her influence to counter the stranger's desire for me! I tiptoe out of the bathroom and slowly make my way towards the front door, hoping so hard I'll make it outside in time...

I'm fantasizing about opening the front door only to find myself in front of whoever is controlling me now, opening my robe for him and revealing my big tits and trimmed pussy to his astonished gaze, letting him marvel at my hot body, knowing I'm helpless to resist his urges. I grab the doorknob and turn it slowly, trying not to make any noise. As I pull on the door and start opening it, I gasp in excitement as a rush of adrenaline goes through me. Am I really doing it? Is the stranger about to get his way with me? I can only hope so! I open the door and discover the face of the person who's controlling me right now. The guy must be in his thirties, short, with short messy brown hair and a scraggly beard. He's staring at me, wide eyed and mouth open. Is it working? Is he controlling me?

"Are you controlling me?" I ask, loudly at first but lowering my voice in a rush of fear as I remember I should be discreet. The guy opens his eyes wide in surprise and smiles. Yeah, that's it, man, I'm clearly yours! I nod in encouragement as his smile widens and he pulls me out into the hallway, quickly closing the door behind me. We need to hurry before Becca finds out! My heart is pounding and I'm almost trembling with excitement. I'm his! Oh god yes! And I'm even hotter than I thought! I shake my head, trying to make sense of the rush of feelings going through me. This is a dream come true!

We quickly leave the apartment complex and start heading down the street, away from prying eyes. He remains silent all the way to his car, parked nearby. It's funny how I'm walking next to him as if I know where I'm going. Is it because I'm reading his thoughts?

"I'm not really reading your thoughts," I explain, astonished by my ability to anticipate his questions, "It's more like I want what you want. It kind of allows me to know stuff I'm not supposed to know."

That's interesting, isn't it? Not really mind reading, but something pretty close to that! I ponder about the implications before squeezing my bathrobe a bit tighter. I don't want some passerby to wonder what the hell I'm doing outside dressed like that! I mean... it's pretty hot but still!

We reach his car, an old Honda Civic, and climb inside. We both sigh in relief at the same time and chuckle nervously. I like this car, I realize as I run my hands on the old leather seats. It isn't new and fancy, but it sure is cozy and feels reliable.

"I'm Peter," he says as he starts the car, "and if I'm right you're-"

"Your sex ****?" I finish for him with a smirk before moaning as his breathing hitches. This is so nuts! "Your cum dumpster! Your obedient little slut..." I want him to fuck me so bad! I'm acting like I'm out of a weird porn movie or something... "You can use me anyway you want, Peter!" Then I suddenly start barking in his car like a dog. Holy shit! I cover my mouth, both amazed by the idea that he just made me do that without a word and worried about attracting unwanted attention. Is Becca going to start looking for me? He needs to know anything useful to make sure he doesn't lose me!

I explain everything I know about the diamond in details while he drives towards his place. I also recount what I've done since I got cursed. Thinking about how many times I almost got **** makes me both wet and worried. Peter needs to keep me away from everyone else but also make sure I take care of myself, otherwise I wont last very long. It'd be a shame for me to end up dead just because he isn't paying enough attention!

Anyway... Enough worrying, I think as I lean towards him and unzip his pants. I'm his right now and I'm all horny! How long since he last got laid? Peter's cock feels warm and heavy in my hand and I eagerly take it out and lean even closer. I've never felt so aroused in my entire life. I can picture myself swallowing his cum while he drives. This is the hottest thing I've ever done! I bet his ex never dared doing something like that to him! What a shame! My lips close around his cock and I moan lustfully as I start sucking on his shaft. Peter sighs and groans. Am I enjoying it as much as he is? I moan in agreement around his cock. Holy shit, I am! Is it because he is enjoying it and I'm basically experiencing his pleasure? I groan a confirmation and bob my head along his cock, trying not to lose my focus on driving. What? He's the one driving! I feel like saying something about that spike of confusion but I don't, probably because he's not thinking about that. He's in my head, not the other way around. I wonder if I'll cum when he cums? I keep sucking him hungrily, both curious and aroused by the idea. I can feel myself getting closer and his cock starts twitching in my mouth. Fuck yeah! He's going to cum in my mouth! I can't believe he's about to cum in my slutty mouth! Oh god!

I start gagging on his cock as I climax with him. Oh shit that's intense! I close my eyes and keep bobbing my head along his hard rod, enjoying the sweet afterglow of my orgasm and the warmth of his cum filling my mouth. We're gonna have so much fun!

Suddenly I scream out of nowhere, feeling a sense of impending doom. Fuck! I look up just in time to see a pickup truck rushing towards us, missing us narrowly. Jesus Christ that was a close one! We both start laughing as I wipe Peter's cum off of my face, realizing how close we were from crashing into the pickup.

"That was fun, baby!" I exclaim, licking my fingers clean. It was! I'm proud by how lightly I'm taking the fact that I almost died. Most girls would have panicked and freaked out at that! Well, I can't freak out if he doesn't! Ain't that interesting? "Yup, baby, you don't have to ever worry about me acting like a whiny bitch!" I confirm out loud with a nod. "I'll always be whatever you want me to be. Quite a relief, right?"