Exploration

The evening, after dinner but before midnight, usually meant some heavy petting for Nick, and tonight was no exception. He was laying atop his favourite lovedoll, hands exploring her nude body while he nipped and kissed at her neck. A throaty moan escaped Sasha's lips, despite the anger boiling behind her eyes. They were a dazzling, impossible purple now, another changed **** on her by Nick.

"I fucking hate you so much..." She grumbled, despite all signs to the contrary. The blush across her cheeks. The sweat coating her body. The slight arch to her back. The heaving of her chest. She looked to be in bliss. But her eyes were full of hate, her voice full of venom, even as her lips turned into a smile as soon as the last vile utterance left, Sasha then saying in a low, husky voice, "I love you so much babe..."

Nick smiled. "Gosh, you're such a sweetheart, Sasha..."

Sasha bared her teeth again. "Only because you're making me." Nick gave her an incredulous look back.

"Am I? Making you do what, exactly?" Of course Nick was still tugging Sasha along, making her dance like a puppet on strings, but he no longer told her what she was **** to do. He was delivering all of his orders non-verbally, as he was still testing the limits of these powers he had over women's wrestlers. Now (among other things), Sasha went wild with his touch, and every time she insulted or threatened him, she had to respond with a compliment in a sincere or seductive tone.

"Using your weird powers over me you -" Sasha screwed her face up in annoyance, like she wanted to insult Nick, but knew better. "And I know that you're trying to get me to break and turn into a submissive little girl for you, but it won't happen."

"Break you?" Nick purposefully put on a confused, bemused expression. "Sasha, if I wanted you to break, I would have done it already." A wicked smile formed, as he whispered into her ear, taunting. "Maybe I already did. Maybe I lowered your resistance and you're falling apart, slowly but surely. Or maybe I made you willpower unbreakable, and this is all just one big mind game." He pulled back and smiled, much more pleasant this time. "Who's to say? Do you know what I'm doing? Can you trust yourself, if you're so sure I'm manipulating you with these powers?"

Falling silent, Sasha turned away, averting her gaze, trying to tune Nick out. The more she thought about him and his psychic hold, the more dangerous it could be. She wouldn't play his mind games.

"I mean, after all, you had so much fun at family dinner the other night, hadn't you?"

Two nights prior, Nick had dolled Sasha up and made her personality more amenable, as he took her to meet his parents and siblings, masquerading her as his girlfriend. His family weren't wrestling fans, but they would have recognized her from The Mandalorian, yet didn't say a word about how he was dating a world-famous actress. But they were nothing but complimentary to her and the sparkling personality Nick had whipped up.

Sasha, however, furrowed her brow. "What? When was this?"

"You don't remember?" Nick asked, innocently enough. "Well, do you remember when we first met?" Prodding at her mind with his specific form on omnipotence, he puppeted a response from Sasha.

She looked quite shocked when she felt her lips and tongue move on their own, eyes full of terror despite the meekness in her voice. "You walked in on me when I was stroking my hot slit. I was so embarrassed that I said a bunch of awful things, even though you were totally innocent, Nicky. It's not your fault I'm a horny pervert who loves to jill-off in public."

Eyes widened with shock, Sasha clamped her hands over her mouth, internally screaming at it all.

Nick chuckled and kissed her again. "I'm so lucky to have you as my little lovedoll, Sasha..."

The two continued to play for a while, or rather, Nick continued to play with Sasha, physically and mentally, basking in every moment of torment he brought upon her. Relishing in the glimmers of fear and disgust within her eyes, as she fought against her own body and memory. Later on in the evening, though, a seed of an idea was planted in the back of his head, and it began to take over.

See, as Nick began to explore the limits of his powers, he had taken a deep dive into pornography. Not to get himself off - he had a willing harem of dozens of beautiful women to do that - but to give him inspiration and a better understanding of what he loved. He obviously loved women with big tits, big asses, and voluptuous figures, something that took no time in accepting. He also clearly loved the idea of women submitting to him sexually, whether willingly or unwillingly. He devoured a good bit of mind-control and hypnosis porn before coming to that conclusion. Nick also came to realize he had a thing for women in high-heels; the taller and sluttier and more ridiculous, the better. He had sent out a mental order to all of his girls to buy some sexy stilettos, towering platform heels, and delicious thigh-high boots for whenever he called for them.

Other preferences and fetishes, Nick was still developing and deciding upon, but there was one odd fetish he felt like was a good time to explore, here and now.

Ordering Sasha to stand herself against the wall, Nick flicked his consciousness to her body, just as he had when he gave her her sexy, curvy new body. He also didn't want any of her snarky commentary or snide remarks while working, so he paralyzed her, as he sculpted her perfect mocha flesh like clay. The lips and folds of her vagina sealed together, forming a seamless mound of flesh, as her clitoris began to twitch and writhe, growing outwards, lengthening and thickening. It gained definition and texture, transforming itself into a six-inch penis, circumcised and veiny and very erect.

"Wha-what the fuck? You have me a dick?" Sasha exclaimed in shock when she came to. She was unable to move, pinned flatly against the wall, but she could wiggle her hips slightly, causing the newly-formed cock to wobble and bounce. Her disgust soon turned to mockery, as she looked Nick dead in the eye as he approached. Clearly she was torn about delivering an insult, suspecting that she would have to compliment him in a fawning manner afterwards.

Nick didn't give her the option, striking her across the cheek with an open-palmed slap. "Keep quiet, slut..." Sasha moaned, rising up onto the balls of her feet. Her body went wild from his touch, even when he assaulted her. She also was turned on when spoken to in such a derogatory manner. More evidence of his power.

Looking at Sasha's beauteous body - wide hips and narrow waist, bee-stung lips and long, come-hither eyelashes. Big bouncing breasts and fat, jiggly ass. And her cock. Her nice, thick, very, very... handsome girl-cock. Nick licked his lips and swallowed, psychic influence stretching to her mind again.

Intense pleasure.

Inability to come.

Lightly, his fingers ran across the top of the erect dick. Sasha yowled like a lioness in heat, trembling from her pinned position against the wall. Nick continued to gently play with the she-dick, Sasha salivating and panting like a total bitch in a manner of moments. She looked like she was about to have a heart attack, so overwhelmed without any avenue for release. Nick did not care about that, though.

Looking at Sasha's six-inch futa-dick, touching it, Nick felt no desire to suck on it or to have it inside of any of his other orifices. He was straight and not that kinky. But, he still felt some sexual desire when looking at it. Looking at how emerged from Sasha's body, perfect and seamless, as if she had been born with it. The aesthetics of it all - of women with cocks and balls - were perfect in his mind. Futanari women had been another topic he had done much research in. Not women with cocks fucking. Just women with cocks. Posing. Standing. Flashing their big, meaty fuck-sticks. Usually they were gigantic in size and girth. Usually the woman with it was tall and muscular and imposing.

Yeah, yeah... Nick thought that was alright. It was such an aesthetically pleasing ideal to him. He didn't want to fuck a big-dicked woman (yet), but lord, did he want to watch them. Look at them. Drink in their perfect feminine bodies highlighted and enhanced with such a masculine element. A perfect perverted synthesis of erotic beauty.

All of a sudden, in one errant though, Nick dismissed Sasha's dick, giving her back her pussy. The poor, tormented woman collapsed to her knees in a shuddering, gasping mess. Nick smirked. He loved seeing Sasha, still so high-and-mighty and cock about everything, reduced to such a position.

"I'm done with you for the night." Nick said, dismissively, even as Sasha clawed at her cunt with animalistic need. "Goto your room and masturbate until I tell you to stop or your pass out. Use your toys." He paused, before adding, "Oh, and whenever you feel like you're going to cum, you have to stop, wait for it to pass, before starting up again."

Wordlessly and grimly, Sasha shuffled off, even as Nick added another command to her, mentally. Every time Sasha would edge herself tonight, come to the point of climax before backing down, she would think of herself in sexual submissive position to Nick Bird, and those imaginary scenarios would burn themselves into her mind indelibly. That should really fuck with her and her fraying mental state...

But, Nick had more important things to do then play with Sasha. Cracking his knuckles, he wracked his brain for subjects to summon and fetishes to explore and powers to understand. The night was still young, after all.

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As I mentioned, this was a spur of the moment sort of story, all done for fun and for my entertainment. If you guys like it, too, that's great! I do have other chapters planned but, please, if you have any suggestions for what fun Nick can have with all of the beautiful wrestlers at his disposal, please drop a comment or suggestion at your leisure. All ideas are appreciated!