The Mind Controller in the Room

“Is this ghost of Jonathan with us, right now?” Asked the psychiatrist to a girl.

The girl was Pamela Stewart, 19 years old, about to graduate from her high school. Blonde. She was a pretty but modest Christian girl.

Pamela was currently having a session with a psychiatrist. She was being ‘haunted’ by a ‘ghost’ of a boy named Jonathan for a few months already. Why did she go to a psychiatrist instead of a church or someone who can exorcize ghosts? Because she already tried it, and they didn’t give her a way out, instead her visit was making the situation worse. She even had called the police. But of course, they tell her that the ghost was just an imagination. And thus she is finally here, successfully gaslighted into believing she had some mental problem. Pamela just hopes the psychiatrist can dispel the ghost of Jonathan. The man really drives her crazy.

“He is. He is right behind you.” Pamela answered.

The psychiatrist,Shannon Monroe, looked toward her back. She didn’t believe in ghosts, but hearing that the ghost is behind her still makes her heart skip a beat. Thankfully, when she looked behind, there was nobody there. She let out a breath of relief then turned toward Pamela once more.

“There is nobody behind me.” The brunette haired psychiatrist replied.

“Because he moved toward your side when you look to the back, he is now whispering to you,” said Pamela.

Whisper? I don’t hear any whispers.

Shannon even looked at her side and still saw nobody worth her attention.

She scribed ‘delusional’ on Pamela’s patient note.

“Relax, Miss Stewart, there are only two of us in this room. Please focus your attention on me, and not anyone else. Ignore the ‘ghost’ you see. I will help you to dispel this ‘ghost’ that just exists in your mind,” said the psychiatrist confidently.

Pamela was unsure that she could just ignore Jonathan while Jonathan seemed to be actively provoking her by playing around Shannon, but the blonde girl still nodded her head. Shannon was a very reputable psychiatrist with a good track record, she was professional and knew what she was doing.

“First, tell me about this Jonathan. When did you start having this hallucination about this ‘ghost’?” Shannon instructed.

“Jonathan is just a quiet outcast nerd in school, at least that's what I think. He was your typical nerd, skinny, messy haired, wearing thick glasses. Cheryl, the head cheerleader, and her clique often bullied him. I wonder what made Cheryl bully the boy, so I try to get to know him. It’s probably the greatest mistake of my life. There is something unsettling about the boy. Jonathan is a real creep. I can see why Cheryl bullied the boy. He is a big pervert who likes to read…what it is called again…Hen...that Japanese porn comic.”

“Hentai,” Shannon answered. The psychiatrist was puzzled for a moment. Why did she know the term? She never read one!

Shannon heard a soft buzz in her ear and her mild calmed down. Never reading one didn’t mean she never heard about it. She remembered that she had a client that was addicted to porn. The client had introduced her to the world of Hentai. She recalled how she loved the spicy plots she heard.

“Yes. That’s one. Hentai. He loves to read Hentai. As a good Christian girl, I needed to do my part to try bringing him back to the good path. Not by bullying him of course. I’m trying to tell him as politely as possible as his friend that indulging in porn was sinful. Alas, Jonathan disappointed me because the boy didn't want to change his way. I think I passed the line a bit, we had a fight before I decided that Jonathan isn’t worth being friends with. The boy didn’t want to be saved. Jonathan wasn’t going to school for a few days after our fight, and then things started to get weird after he came back. Nobody in school seemed to react to whatever Jonathan was doing. I saw him punch Shawn,Cheryl’s boyfriend in the face, but Shawn didn’t even fight back. He even fondled Cheryl’s tits in public, but nobody stopped him. I confronted Cheryl to ask why she just let Jonathan do it to her. And the answer I got from her is what pushed me to this point. ‘Who’s Jonathan?’ I am still able to recall her genuine confused face. I thought it was a joke answer from her, but no, she and many others had forgotten about Jonathan and didn’t register his existence in their mind. Even Jonathan’s parents didn’t remember Jonathan. It was only me who still seemed to remember him, and can ‘see’ him. Right, when I got to Jonathan’s house, I saw Jonathan’s mother, looking like a bimbo pornstar with huge obviously fake tits and bee stung lips. As far as I know, Jonathan’s mother, Elizabeth Page, was a respectable business woman and not an ultra sexed up pornstar.”

“Did you say Elizabeth Page?” The name brings a sense of familiarity to Shannon’s mind. She knew who Elizabeth Page was.

Shannon was hearing a soft buzzing sound again. It was so soft that she wouldn't catch it if she did not concentrate, but the buzzing sound vanished as quickly as it came, so she didn’t pay much attention to it.

Back again about Elizabeth Page, of course, she knew her. She was one of her favorite pornstar. There was nothing for a psychiatrist like her to have a favorite pornstar. It was a sign that she was a healthy woman.

“Yes. Elizabeth Page,” Pamela said the name again.

“I know one Elizabeth Page, and she is a pornstar. A big titted bimbo MILF pornstar, just as you described.” Shannon told her patient.

“Is she really a pornstar?” Pamela mumbled.

Shannon could see the disappointment in Pamela’s eyes. Did she expect me to affirm that Elizabeth Page isn’t a pornstar and went along with her delusion?

“Well, do you need proof that she is a pornstar?” Shannon asked.

Pamela shook her head. A Christian girl like her shouldn’t watch porn. “Jonathan’s mom isn’t the only one I found changed. In the span of a few days, a lot of people that I knew who are related to me, or Jonathan got changed. Shawn, the jock boyfriend of Cheryl, suddenly becomes a flamboyant sissy who stutters a lot. Cheryl and her clique went full stupid slut. Cheryl was streaking naked when doing her cheerleader routine, it was seen by a lot of people, and she was expelled from the school later that day. The last time I saw her, she was now turning a trick as a cheap whore. Some of her clique decided to follow their leader and dropped out of school to be a whore. Some stayed behind but they aren’t less slut. The rumor I heard was the school now has some secret prostitution ring. Not only was it run by the students, but some of the teachers were also involved. I know some of them were conservative god-fearing before, but since what happened with Jonathan, those god-fearing women have lost all their morals all of sudden. Sometimes I saw Jonathan fucking them. Even during the fucking, those girl act nonchalant, and when I ask them whether they just being fucked by Jonathan, they look at me like crazy.”

“Have you called the police about the prostitution ring problem?”

“I have, but once they check the school, those police officers come back and say that there no prostitution ring in the school, and the school is clean. Everything is normal as it should be. But hell no, nothing was normal. Something wrong with the school, with the police too. As if they wanted me to know, those police women who investigated the school was fucking with some of the student and teachers in an orgy.”

‘Everything is normal as it should be’ but she didn’t want to accept the result. Paranoia? Shannon added another entry to her notes.

“Have you considered all those are just your imagination? Have you taken their photo or video?” Shannon asked.

Pamela looked like she was just hearing something amazing. Why did she never take any photo or video as proof all this time? It was as if she forgot that phone existed. Even right now, she visited the psychiatrist without bringing her phone. Is this Jonathan doing? I look at the ghost of a boy who is currently fondling Shannon’s 38DD tits from behind while whispering something unintelligible to the psychiatrist. Like any other, Shannon didn’t respond to what Jonathan did to her.

“No?” Shannon asked her client again.

Pamela slowly nodded her head embarrassedly.

“It’s okay. Taking a photo or video of someone having sex can be considered a voyeuristic activity, a good girl like you wouldn’t want to partake in such activity. Pity.” Shannon’s words were laced with a hint of ridicule despite it sounding like acknowledgement.

Pamela was silent, she was biting her lower lips, and showed a regretful expression. Pamela wasn’t a bimbo, she was a smart girl. She knew what Shannon implied. Her incompetence. Her trouble would be resolved if she just took a photo, but she didn’t do it.

_This is wrong. I shouldn’t look down on my patient and make her feel uncomfortable. _Shannon realized that her previous words sounded more like mockery than acknowledgement.

“Let’s hear the rest of your story first. Maybe we will find more clues that will help us to unravel what Jonathan actually is,” Shannon tried to salvage the awkward atmosphere.

Pamela took a deep breath and continued her story, “After noticing how weird those students, teacher, and police acted. I started to think that Jonathan was a demon. A demon that corrupts people. I ran to my parents and told them about Jonathan. There was a nun's convent not that far from my house, so my mother went there asking for help. We managed to ask Father Simon and Sister Gabriella to help us exorcist Jonathan. I guided Father Simon and Sister to meet him. Fortunately, Jonathan was still having fun in school despite the school hours ending already. I feared the priest wouldn't be able to notice Jonathan’s presence like any other people aside me, but it seems Father Simon could feel the disturbance in the air, and knew that Jonathan was in the room, despite not being able to see what Jonathan was doing at that time. Maybe it is for the better, because at that time, Jonathan was sexually harassing Mrs. Britney, our pretty economics teacher. My mother was worried about me, and let me wait in our car in fear that the demon would target me during the exorcize while she helped Father Simon and Sister Gabriella to exorcize the demon. I waited in our car hoping for the good news. An hour later, Mom came back to the car. She was looking like a mess, but had a wide smile on her face. She said that they had exorcized the demon after their God helped them. I didn’t think anything was wrong with what she said, until the next day, I looked at my mom’s new appearance in horror. My mom, Tina Stewart, was a devout Christian woman. If she hadn’t met my father, she would probably be a nun by now like Sister Gabriella. She is conservative god-fearing woman who dresses modestly. But her current appearance didn’t reflect her value as a modest Christian woman. Her golden mane was cut side-shaved and colored purple. She was dressed in a latex gothic bodysuit. The bodysuit had a hole around her crotch, so people could see her bare pussy. Her nails were the same color as her hair, purple like it was laced with poison, in her hand was a leash. It was connected to a collar that my father wore. My father is dressed in another latex gimp suit, and behaving like a dog. When I asked what the fuck was going on, my mom telling me that she had been mandated by her God to dress like this, to be the ‘fucking bad bitch of the house’. From her response and attire, I knew that she was under Jonathan’s influence. But wasn’t he already exorcized yesterday? In fear, I escaped to the convent, trying to call for help. The convent was not better. What I found in the convent was not a group of nuns, but a convent of heretical witches, their nun robe had been modified so it looked more skin revealing. Their veil had been thrown away. On their forehead, most already market with heretical symbols like pentagram, number of the beast, or reversed cross. When I ask one of them what happened to them, the answer I got is similar to what my mom gave me; their god had given them a mandate to be a wicked worshipper. Unfortunately, when I ask whether their God is Jonathan, I don't get any answer from them. What happened around me was so unreal and unbelievable that I thought this was a very long nightmare. But alas, this isn’t just a dream. People call me crazy when I tell them this, and even if they believe me and on my side, later I would find out that they have been turned into horrible people.One of my last friends told me to go to you for help before she later decided that education wasn’t important and decided to pursue the lives of being a gang bitch, and here I am.” Pamela was holding her tears at the end.

The buzzing sound had been humming in Shannon’s ears while Pamela was narrating her story. Shannon was trying her hardest to concentrate and pay attention to Pamela’s story. But the more she heard about Jonathan the more her body flustered. She found the story where Pamela started to lose everyone she was close with was very hot and turning her on. Shannon was trying to maintain her professionalism by taking notes of her patient condition but what she scribed on her notes was not any professional remark but a picture of cock and the word ‘fuck’.

When Pamela finished her story, Shannon’s panties had been soaking wet. She was on the verge of cumming. But she shouldn’t cum yet, she had a thing to do before she let herself come. The buzzing sound had vanished again. Her mind was clear. She knew her purposes.

“Ma’am, are you okay? Oh no, did Jonathan get you too?” Pamela noticed how flustered Shannon’s look.

Shannon smiled at Pamela. Her smile gradually widened until she looked scary. The brunette psychiatrist stood up from her seat. She dropped her skirt, and showed Pamela how wet she was. The next article of clothing that she removed was her top. The psychiatrist was only in her underwear now.

“I’m okay, I never feel better. You’re right, I’m sorry that I think you are delusional. I feel I can hear his voice albeit unclearly, I know he is in the room with us though I can’t see him. Tell me, sweetie, what is Jonathan doing to me, right now?” Shannon asked.

“He stands behind you, he’s putting one of his hands inside your pussy.”

“Oh my, he is? Where is my manners?” Shannon pulled down her damp panties. Her pussy was more easily accessible now.

Shannon then bent over and leaned on Pamela’s chair, preventing her escape. “Do you want to know whether those wannabee witches in the convent worship Jonathan? I bet they are. I was unable to hear his voice clearly, but I still can understand some of his words. Jonathan was telling me that he was my master, my god. It sounds ridiculous, but deep inside me, I knew what he said became my new reality. He is my master, my god now. He wants me to humiliate myself in front of you, and to tell you that you can’t escape, you can’t ask for help. Whoever you go for help, they will end up like me. Turned into his cockcrazy sluuutt….Please, god Johnathan, grace me with your presence and fuck me!” Shannon had all her decorum as a professional.

As she wanted, Jonathan then proceeded to fuck her.

“Oh god…I can feel him inside him, pussy! It feels so good.” She moaned.

Pamela watched in horror as Jonathan fucked the psychiatrist, he was fucking her silly. Jonathan slapped Shannon’s bare buttock several times while he moved his cock in and out of her pussy. This time, Shannon was reacting to the slap instead of ignoring it like others.

“Slap me, slap me harder. Master. This stupid bitch deserved it.” Instead begging for Jonathan to stop, the psychiatrist begged Jonathan to slap her more.

Pamela saw Shannon’s eyes begin to roll back. Tongue out like a dog. Her hips bucked, and then she spasmed as Jonathan cum inside her. She then dropped to the floor, too exhausted after her mind-breaking orgasm.

“Please stop, please…forgive me please. I know I was wrong.” Pamela begged.

“Finally an apology,” Jonathan responded to Pamela’s plea for the first time.

“Why are you doing this to me, Jonathan?”

“Pamela, do you know that you often act like a hypocrite? You think you are a good girl, holier-than-other, you look at others from your own standard, and think others have it as easy as you. Rather than a straightly evil bitch like Cheryl, I hate people like you the most. It is why I doomed Cheryl and her clique straight to life of nonstop whoring themselves, but I play around with you. I want to break you more than how I broke Cheryl. I started by changing those around you to be a type of person a good girl like you will hate. How do you feel when those you ask for help turn against you? Bet you don’t like it.”

“How can you do things so evil, Jonathan?”

“Because I can and man, it feels so good. No wonder those bullies like to bully me. Long story short, I finally finished my cognitive masking device after a long time. When the device is on, I become ‘invisible’ to most people, they will not react to whatever I did, unless I want them to notice me, which is why you can see me but others cannot. This thing works by communicating directly with a person’s subconsciousness and commands them to ignore me. But it is only a small portion of its power. I can give other commands to a person’s subconsciousness like making them forget about me existing, making them believe that they need a makeover and huge tits implants, making them throw away their faith, making them believe they are huge nymphomaniac slut who can’t live without having a cock in their hole, or making them worship me as their god. To be honest, at first, I just wanted something to make some small local changes, and then break you after you called the police. With this power, I can aim for something big rather than following you and changing everyone you meet. But the more I change those around you and the more **** you are, the more better I feel. It’s just intoxicating. When you called those Father and nun, I found that I might as well follow you and see what surprise you can give me. And you didn’t disappoint me. You bring me a lot of treats. Corrupting all those good girls really felt good. Making the last girl a gang slut was especially satisfying, she should have a bright future if only you were not coming to her for help.”

“Kill me or do whatever, but please change others you changed back to normal,” Pamela pleaded. She gave up resisting.

“Still a good girl till the end, huh? I admire you. But the more you do it, the more I want to corrupt you. If you just beg to be released, I might give you a quick end, turning you into a slut and wipe your memories of mine. Alas, you are still a good girl till the end.” Jonathan said and vanished from Pamela’s sight.

Pamela heard a buzzing sound in her ear and her sight got darkened.

Pamela sat alone on her desk, no classmate of hers wanted to approach the girl. Pamela the ghost was her nickname. She was the school outcast, nobody took her seriously, even the teacher, the school bimbos got taken more seriously than her marked how little Pamela’s presence was. Pamela was a goth girl among the seas of bimbo sluts. Her school was famed as the school of sluts because most of the women here were big sluts, either bimbo slut or trophy bitch. The girls in this school loved to dress in pink or other gaudy bright colored dresses. Except Pamela. Pamela dressed in all black. She was dressed in a sexy black fishnet crop top that outlined her big fake tits and a blood-red pleated mini skirt. Her legs clad in fishnet stocking and spiky stomper boots. Her face also caked with equally dark makeup, contrasting with her very pale skin.The only color in her body was probably her hair, her hair was neon green styled in a messy bun.

“Look at the goth slut, dressed in all black, is her pussy also black too?” The remark was coming from Cheryl, the head cheerleader.

A pot calling kettle black. Pamela thought. Cheryl was known as the biggest slut that the school had. She had been expelled but somehow enrolled again, rumor was that she had been sucking the principal cock and agreed to be his cocksleeve so she could enroll in the school again. Cheryl’s pussy was so loose and it colored purplish because of how much cock she took. The head cheerleader didn’t wear any skirt but only a cheerleader top with a word ‘Bitch queen’ emblazoned in her uniform.

Pamela ignored Cheryl. She took a dildo from her purse and just jammed it in her pussy. For the girl in this school, it was equivalent to putting earbuds in your ears.

“Tch.” Cheryl and her gang walked away after Pamela ignored them. You may not disturb someone who masturbates except in the case of divine intervention. It’s the school rule. And even Cheryl didn’t want to break that rule.

After Cheryl walked away, she took out a bracelet from her purse. She got the bracelet last night. She recalled yesterday’s dream. In her dream, she lived a very different life than now, she was a boring good girl. Being a good girl was worse than being a bimbo slut. She would choose to be a bimbo slut than a boring good girl. In her dream, she met god. The god that she and most people in this town believe, the god of lust, Jonathan. In her dream, Jonathan gave her this bracelet. Said that the bracelet would give her some portion of his power, she could control anyone who already believed in him like Cheryl and others. She could use it to make others turn into a good person or mold their personalities to whatever she wished. When she woke up from her dream, the bracelet was with her. Pamela had tried the bracelet’s power on her dominatrix mom, and changed her to be her submissive latex **** to match her dad.

Pamela was a smart girl, she was proud of her intelligence, it made her a different kind of slut than the bimbo slut in the school. With the power in her hand, she didn’t **** them before making a plan. She didn’t know whether she could use the bracelet power unlimited times or whether there were some limitations. If only god Jonathan could answer her. It was believed that the god was always in one room with them, looking at them silently. Alas, the god couldn’t communicate with them in waking hours. Maybe only through a dream like she experienced.

She thought of turning her school into her own coven of goth. There was a coven of witches near her house, but they didn’t suit her style. They were more like religious zealots than witches.

Pamela wanted to nurture her own goth crowd. A crowd of wicked evil goth. Maybe I should turn Cheryl and some pretty teachers into a goth slut.

Her phone suddenly rang when she was contemplating her next move. She got a message telling her that she had a follow-up appointment with Shannon Monroe the P-strip-atrist

“What a scam.” Looking at the title, it was easily figured that it was a scam message. But, somehow, she had a desire to meet this Shannon Monroe. “Nah, not worth my time.”

The End.

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