My phone started ringing

....my phone started ringing. That's odd, usually I would be in class right now so it's weird that someone would be calling me right now.

I took out my phone and looked at the caller ID: "Unknown". What the hell? I pressed the answer button and brought the phone to my ear. "Hello?" I asked into the phone.

"Hello? Is this John Smith?" Replied the voice. It sounded like an older woman.

"Yes, speaking."

"Hello, Mr. Smith, I'm sorry to bother you but this is an emergency. Your mother was in a terrible car wreck and is in critical condition, we need you to get here as soon as possible. We've already sent for your sisters to be picked up from school and brought to the hospital. Where are you right now so that we can send someone to pick you up as well?" I was in shock. My mom is in the hospital? From a car wreck? I was literally just killed by a car less than a week ago and the same damn thing happened to her?! Damn....no time to think about it right now. I need to get there ASAP.

"Sir, are you there?" The lady on the phone asked.

"Yeah...yeah I'm here. Don't worry about sending someone, I'll get my own ride. Don't worry, I won't drive myself. Just tell me the name of the hospital." I told her.

"Sir, all due respect, I really think you should----"

"BITCH, DO AS YOUR MASTER COMMANDS AND GIVE ME THE NAME" I yelled into the phone and put every ounce of mind control power I had into the command. She responded instantly with the name of the hospital and then I hung up.

"Master, what's wrong?" Asked Carla. She and Carly had stopped their bonding time midway into the phone call when they saw my expression.

"Don't worry about it. Do any of you drive a fast car?" I asked the three slaves.

"I'm sorry master. My daughter does not have a car, and I drive a van." Carla responded.

"What about you Cassie?" I looked at her. She was still slumped over, but looked up at my question.

"I'm sorry master, I take the bus to school." She responded dejectedly.

FUCK! If I have to, I'll take a normal car. But I need to get there fast, speed limits be damned. I need to find someone who has a fast car. Wait...

I whipped my phone back out and went into the group message that I had set up with every single RA and Residence Life staff on campus.

Me: Attention all my slaves, I need someone with a very fast car. Immediately, this is an emergency. I don't care if you're in class, respond immediately if you qualify.

In less than 10 seconds I had dozens of responses of people with vipers, corvettes, even someone claiming to have a Lamborghini.

Me: Are any of you in the dorm that houses the football players right now?!

RA Stef: Yes master, I am, I will be downstairs immediately.

Stef was an RA on the female wing of this hall. She is a small Hispanic/Asian girl with a quiet personality but I know for a fact that she is always partying. Has small, barely A-cup breasts but is very lean and fit.

She was at the desk in less than a minute. "How can I help master?" She asked as soon as she arrived.

"I need you to take me to the hospital right now. Do not worry about the speed limit or stop lights. Just get us there as fast as you can. If a cop tries to pull you over, just keep driving until we get there. I'll take care of any problems that come up." I ordered her all in one breath. We immediately ran out of the building and jumped into her car, a 2018 red corvette with a retractable top. As I commanded her, she completely ignored all stop signs, stop light, and speed limits. Within seconds we were going 130 mph down a 30 mph road. Unsurprisingly we soon had cops on our tail as we were swerving in and out of traffic but neither of us gave it any thought. Within 10 mins, we arrived at the hospital.

It took everything I had not to sprint into the hospital and demand to see my mother, but I needed to wait for the cops to catch up to us so I could settle that quickly. Two cop cars with lights flashing pulled up behind us about 20 seconds later, and 2 male cops came out of each car. None of them were screaming at us or pulling guns. I guess since they chased us to a hospital, they realized that there was good reason for our reckless driving. But I doubted that they would simply let Stef off with a warning if I didn't step in. All four of the cops approached the car, none of them said anything until I stepped out of the vehicle.

"Son, can you tell us why you two were going so fast. I imagine something terrible has happened..." One of the cops asked me with a solemn look on his face.

"My mother was in a wreck and is in there right now." I gestured to the front entrance of the hospital. "I need to get in there and see her." I told the officer.

"While I understand that young man, that doesn't excuse the way you were driving." He was now speaking to both of us, mostly to Stef as she was the one at the wheel. "I can't just let you go, you could have hurt a lot of people, and that wouldn't have helped your mother."

Now...that pissed me off.

I immediately put all four cops into a trance. "I don't really care how many laws I broke or how many people I could have injured. My mom needs me right now so I'm not going to waste time with you four. As far as you're concerned you never met me or this girl, and you never saw us speeding or driving unsafely. So any record you have of this incident are to be erased. And to repay you for wasting my time when I should be in there finding my mother, all four of you can go fuck each other in the bushes over there." I gestured to the bushes near the corner of the outer wall of the hospital. I looked at Stef.

"I can't thank you enough for bringing me here. Would you mind waiting in the lobby? I'm probably going to need a ride home after this." This was the first time in a while that I was actually asking for help, not ordering. I'm well aware that she gave me this ride because she was compelled to, but I still appreciated the help.

"Of course Master, I would've helped you even if I wasn't your ****. This is an emergency and you need to be with your mother, now go." She said to me, this meant a lot to me. I ran into the entrance of the hospital.

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"I NEED TO SEE KAITLYN SMITH RIGHT NOW!!" I was yelling as I ran up to the front desk of the hospital.

"What is your relation to the pat--" She was cut off by my placing her into a trance.

"Tell me where she is!" I ordered her.

"She is currently in room 404. She just got out of surgery a few minutes ago. She'll be **** for probably another couple of hours. Her injuries were sever." I released her from the trance and immediately headed toward the elevator down the hall so that I could ascend to the 4th floor.

As I exited the elevator I started looking around and found room 404 fairly quickly. There were three beds in the room, each separated by a light yellow curtain. The first bed, the one nearest man, was occupied by a comatose, elderly man on a ventilator. I couldn't see the second or third bed behind the curtains. But sitting in a couple of chairs facing the second bed, were Ashlyn and Taylor. They looked up at me as I entered the room and immediately burst into tears. They ran to me and each hugged me tight while wailing as loud as they could, they were each trying to say something but their words were incoherent.

When they both finally let me go, I looked at the curtain that was blocking my view of the second bed, the bed that most assuredly my adoptive mother was lying in. I walked around the curtain and my eyes settled on the woman in the bed.

My mother was a beautiful woman. Nice complexion, fit, beautiful body, and a face that required no makeup. But that face that I knew so well was completely unrecognizable. There were multiple cuts and gashes on her cheeks and forehead, as well as swelling around her left eye and a lump on the right side of her head. Her ear was completely hidden by gauze and bandages, so I can only imagine what it looks like right now. Moving down from her head, her neck seems slightly swollen, and all that I can see of her upper torso are her shoulders and upper arms that are just as scratched up as her face. The rest of her is hidden behind her hospital gown and blanket. Her eyes are closed and she is clearly asleep/**** from the anesthesia.

I stared at her beaten body for about 2 mins, the entire time my crying sisters were the only noises in the room aside from the heart monitors attached not only to my mother but the other two patients in the room. one of whom I still haven't seen. I was about to say something Taylor and Ashlyn, though I'm honestly not sure what, when the doctor walked into the room. It was the same doctor from my accident, the burly british guy.

"Hello Mr. Smith. I wish we were seeing each other again on better terms." He said to me.

"As do I." I replied. "So what happened? And how bad are her injuries?"

"Your mother was conscious enough to tell us what happened before she went into surgery. She was on her way to the nearest pharmacy to pick up contraceptives for her and your sisters." At this he gave me an odd look, I guess having my mom register everything I do as normal can lead to some odd conversations.

"She said that she was less than a block away when someone rear ended her, causing her to swerve. She ended up swerving into oncoming traffic where she was hit again and her car tumbled off of the road. There is already a full police investigation going on to find the driver of the car who rear ended her, and the second car that hit her as neither one stopped to help her or even call the ambulance. That was done by a good Samaritan who saw the incident."

"What about her injuries, is she okay?" I asked quickly.

"Honestly we're not entirely sure. Her surface wounds aren't too bad, mostly scrapes, bruises, and swelling. Nothing that won't go away in time. Her internal injuries though are another story. She has multiple fractures in both her arms, as well as 3 broken ribs and a skull fracture. And that's not even the worst of it. Her broken ribs punctured her lungs causing a severe hemothorax and there was brain swelling from the head injury which could lead to some neurological dysfunction. We were able to fix these with reconstructive surgery on her chest, the application of a temporary chest tube, and a temporary craniotomy. But the worst of all is her spine. The impact of the crash caused a lower spinal fracture. We attempted to repair it in surgery but we can't be sure if it worked until she wakes up. The same goes for the head injury. We've done what we can, but these are complicated injuries." The doctor looked depressed. He knew that this didn't look good, and even with my limited understanding of human anatomy and physiology, I knew that head and spine injuries were never simple cases.

"So...what's the worst case scenario?" I asked, grimly. The doctor looked up at me and he could tell I didn't want him to sugarcoat things. He took a deep breath and looked at my mother while he explained this last part to me.

"There are two main things that could go wrong. The first would be a complication from her head injury. Given where the injury occurred, your mother could suffer some neurological defects, most likely reduced attention span and maybe even memory loss." He paused for a moment to let that sink in. "The spinal cord injury is the other issue. It occurred in her lower spine, meaning that if it doesn't heal properly, then she may lose her ability to walk." I stood there for a minute, waiting to hear if there was more. He seemed like he was done, so I started consciously trying to remain calm. It wasn't working very well but I was able to maintain a focused persona for my sisters.

"Has everything been done that can be done for her?" I asked, almost accusingly to the doctor.

"Of course, all that we can do now is wait for her to wake up. Then we can test her different neurological systems to see what the extent of the damage is, if any." He added that last part with a hopeful inflection in his voice. At this point in my life, I've come to just expect the worst from situations like this so I'm not going to get my hopes up. I asked the doctor to leave so I could be alone with my family. He quietly left the room. My sisters slumped into their chairs and I started pacing up and down the room with my eyes closed so that I could think.

Is there anything I can do to make sure that my mom makes it through this? My power is mind control, I can make people do things, but I can't heal people. I guess this is what I get for choosing such a selfish power. I can make myself happy and make my life easier, but when real tragedies happen I'm as useless as anyone else. DAMN IT!! This is so frustrating. Over the last few days I've felt omnipotent. But now, I feel worthless. And what am I supposed to do while we wait for her to wake up? Just keep pouting like this? That's not going to help anything.

As I continued to pace, I finally reached the part of the room that housed the third patient. It was a young girl, probably 17 or 18. She had a bandage around her head, and was sitting up in bed. She was fairly cute, average sized breasts and a pretty face. I could see that she had an okay body from what the untied hospital gown revealed. Our eyes met as I passed the front of her bed. I looked down at the foot of her bed and her medical chart was sitting there. Miley Porter, 18, admitted for hypotension and dizziness secondary to an anemic episode that resulted in a fall at home which left her with minor injuries, including a head laceration. After I glanced at her chart she spoke up.

"Hi...I heard about your mother..." She said in a shy voice. "I'm so sorry..." I walked to the side of her bed as she spoke.

"No need to apologize. Not like it's your fault. But you know, there is a way that you can make me feel better." I looked into her eyes and activated my power.

"Really? How can I... make..." She drifted off. Her eyes glazed over and she was in my power.

"I'm sorry little Miley. But I need to blow off some steam right now and you seem pretty available. Now face me and spread your legs." She nodded her head and wordlessly turned her body in my direction and spread her legs, giving me free access to her crotch. Given that she was only wearing a hospital gown and nothing under it, there was no pesky underwear to deal with. She was completely shaved down there.

I unceremoniously inserted myself into her. She was too tight and dry to get started so I casually rubbed myself up and down on her folds a few times. When I started to feel a little lubrication I shoved myself into her and started to fuck her with more aggression than I thought I had. I wasn't angry at her, but at the situation. Here I am with the ability to make anyone do anything, but that extends to choices, not biological functions.

I kept forcing myself in and out of Miley, simply using her as a living sex toy, more like a ragdoll than anything else. She's not even conscious right now, she's simply in the puppet state that people enter into when I don't give them any orders on how to behave. As I kept using this random girl, Ashlyn came over.

"Um... John... I hate to bother you... but is this really the time for that? Mom is literally hospitalized not 5 feet away from you..." My sister was very timid in this statement, she wasn't crying but I could tell she had just gotten herself under control and was still in a fragile state. She recognized that my having sex with whatever girl I wanted was normal, but apparently her stress over the situation was fighting the commands that I had given her to let me do whatever I wanted. But, she's not wrong.

"No, it's not the time. But I need to get my mind off of the possibility of our mother being paralyzed..." As I said this I started fucking Miley harder and harder. I wasn't beating her, but I'm sure if she was conscious this probably wouldn't feel all that great for her, unless she's a complete masochist.

"I understand John. Well, you know, if you ever need favors like that, Taylor and I are always available." She then turned and walked back to her chair.

I pulled out of Miley. "Suck me until I finish. Then swallow my cum when I do." Miley adjusted her position so that she was eye level with my cock. She started sucking very daintily, but I don't feel like being soft and comforting right now. I need to relieve some of this stress and right now, this girl is the equivalent of a stress ball to me.

I grabbed her by the sides of the head and **** her down onto my cock, forcing her to bury her mouth all the way down to the base of my shaft. I started pistoning myself in and out of her mouth, completely face fucking this innocent girl. After a couple more minutes, I **** her down onto my cock one more time and started exploding into the back of her throat. I heard her gulping, swallowing every drop that entered her. Once I was done, I withdrew and zipped myself back up. I had Miley put her gown back on, then I awoke her from her trance without any memory of what I had just done to her.

"I'm sorry...what were we talking about?" She asked, seeming confused.

"Nothing, I just needed to vent a little bit..." I said and walked back to my mom's area of the room. Ashlyn was sitting in one of the chairs, and Taylor was sitting in the chair next to her but she was asleep. I sat in the last chair, on the other side of Taylor and looked at mom's seemingly lifeless body. Someone's going to pay for this. I'll make sure of that.

With that thought, I started to follow Taylor's lead, and drifted off to sleep in the chair.

Author's note: So starting from these last few chapters, I'm going to try to create more of a plot with this story (even though we're all here for the fap material it still helps if there's a purpose to each chapter). If any of you have any suggestions or just want to send a message feel free to leave it in the comments, I love reading them.