conflict

Edited by:eb18

I hovered for a few moments pondering what to do next. However, without thinking too much, I launched myself at her again, deciding to enter directly over her head.

Antonella, disoriented from the two previous attempts, leaned against the nearest wall and now fell to her knees as she actively struggled against my control.

Perhaps because I was more aware of everything, I noticed how peculiar the sensation of being inside Antonella was; it was like wading through thick mud, unlike the clear lake I typically entered with others.

Although I had previously stated that when I possessed someone the sensation was like extending numerous tentacles around their body, that was inaccurate.

When I immersed myself in someone, it usually involved two phases: The first phase consisted of the body.

The feeling of taking control of a body was like filling a glass or putting on a glove. So, like water flowing over cracks, the essence of my soul ran through my victim's body, filling every nook and cranny completely until control was eventually seized away.

The second phase consisted of the mind.

This could be visualised as breaking the surface tension of water in a pool before coming up for air, but instead, I swam and crossed the great barrier that divided the subconscious from the conscious mind. With this, I gained full control over the person's memories, feelings, and thoughts. The process of filling the body as a container and then passing through this mental "membrane” usually happens simultaneously, being over in a matter of seconds.

From my previous possessions, Lily was the only exception where this hadn’t been the case.

She offered little to no resistance whatsoever, as her mind and body had immediately become extremely malleable to my desires as if she was already perfectly attuned to my being.

There was also so to speak an intermediate space between the subconsciousness and the consciousness I could squeeze myself. What I referred to as the back seat. This state was where I extended myself through my host's body without taking over their consciousness.

I could influence and control my host's actions, guiding their actions, words, or imposed feelings more subtly, which was my favourite way of controlling Eveline.

Curiously, I was in a similar state but experiencing the opposite **** of what I was expecting, trudging my way through her body, as I continued to struggle. I could feel that I was succeeding gradually, motivating me to push. Yet still, I was making no headway through to her consciousness.

No matter how hard I tried to enter, her mental membrane pushed me out every time. The feeling of being expelled returned, but this time I wasn’t caught off guard, so I was able to fend off her attempt.

In the meanwhile, Antonella got to her feet and started pacing back and forth, clutching her head defiantly; offering a resistance I had never experienced before.

At times, moving through her body was impossible. It was as if the mud solidified the more, I ploughed forward.

As I struggled to take control, I was reminded of the time that I had lost control of Eveline in the past in a similar, though less intense, manner.

For every inch of control I gained, I felt Antonella's resistance increase and her attempts to push me out of her body became stronger and more frequent.

At some point, we reached an impasse.

Antonella's resistance had weakened, to the point she was no longer trying to push me out, but I was still unable to completely possess her.

I could feel the sensations of her body and her limbs. Experimentally, I tried to get her to put her arm down or make her legs stop moving to check how much control I had over her. But contrary to the general ease of control I usually had, the response I felt was sluggish and barely registered. So, instead of expanding all my body over hers, I decided instead to focus all my essence on Antonella's arms, giving me full access.

This was far from what I hoped to achieve but at least it was a start.

"Now what do I do..." I exclaimed with some exasperation, but to my surprise, something interesting happened.

Antonella who was holding her head tightly had stopped walking around the room. The daze and disorientation had passed and now all that remained was bewilderment. She turned her head as if looking for something.

Could she hear me? I thought intrigued.

Antonella quickly shook her head and went over to check on Eveline. She cautiously tried to wake up Eveline’s limp body, looking for signs of breathing and checking her pulse.

Deciding I needed a different approach, I concentrated my efforts on enacting my plan.

While Antonella was distracted attending to Eveline, only stopping to ponder whether to alert the receptionist to call an ambulance, when Eveline showed signs of clearly being unresponsive, I focused all most of my body on taking control of her arms and moving them sharply towards her tits.

Antonella, surprised by the sudden betrayal of the limps, exclaimed in Spanish. "QUE-" but I interrupted her by speaking out loud using her mouth.

"Without a doubt, you have one of the most glorious pairs of tits I've ever had, maybe second only to Eveline."

Antonella's eyes widened so far that for a second, they looked like they were going to pop out. Even though she heard her own voice say those words she couldn’t believe it. This was mainly because she hadn’t intended to say anything as her hand continued to massage her breasts. Though Antonella quickly came to her senses and reacted by quickly pulling her hands away, impeding my control momentarily.

"..."

The sense of bewilderment she was feeling was evident, so I decided to speak again, capitalising on the moment.

"Yes, what is happening is real, you’re not crazy," I said again in her voice with a mocking tone.

From inside, I could feel her fear and anxiety increase due to the strangeness of her unexpected behaviour.

I decided now to inform her of the situation she found herself in. "Let me introduce myself, I am the one who pulled the strings behind the scenes to have this meeting with you. As for my name, it doesn't matter, so we can cut straight to business. You see, I'm experiencing a bit of a major hurdle over here. For some reason, I can't possess your body! I wonder why that is. Would you stop being so stubborn and just give me control, pretty please?"

It must have been terrifying for Antonella to hear herself speak without her input or will.

Stressed and confused, Antonella attempted to scream, but I had anticipated her reaction and simply used one of her hands to cover her mouth almost comically.

After I was sure she was done, I unsealed her mouth and said threateningly, "Don't do that again. We wouldn’t want anybody getting the wrong idea, would we?" I directed Antonella’s eyes back over to Eveline, letting the implication of my words dawn on her terrified mind.

When she calmed down, I slowly moved her hand away from her mouth so she could respond, "Why me?"

I made her arms rove around her body suggestively, tracing all its curves as I answered, "As I told you before, you fit perfectly the profile of the person I’m looking for; you are beautiful, strong, and well-positioned socially. The idea I have in mind needs you as the missing piece to achieve it. Besides I’m a man at heart. That accent of yours and these Caribbean Curves make me think you would be the perfect addition to my collection."

Antonella quickly **** her arms away from her body as silence fell. A new feeling besides fear and disbelief grew within her giving her the confidence to push back: Pure outrage.

"Look, I don't know what the hell you are but what makes you think I will give up control of my body to you? What right do you think you have? Collection? Cut the crap and get out of my body NOW!"

The sudden emotional outburst almost drove me out again. Even with just my entire being focused on her arms, I felt my control start to waver. Nevertheless, I held on against the onslaught trying to push me out, as Antonella and I had a brief struggle. I could feel the mud-like sensation that previously hindered me, returning more forcefully. I tried unsuccessfully to break past defences, but her anger and her fear combined made it hard. A bit at a time, I was losing my connection to the outside world.

On the cusp of being ejected from her body, I racked my brain desperately, coming up short. Frustrated by the misstep potentially costing me, the only thing I could do was shout for her to stop from within. There was a brief pause from the storm of emotions swirling around me before they came back in full ****.

Realising what had happened, I would have slapped myself if I could - amazed at how I hadn’t tried to utilise this before - so engrossed I was using brute ****.

Capitalising on the brief respite, I rapidly began to shout into her mind, trying to reduce the strong emotions that were blocking my influence over her. I could feel a sense of calmness starting to slowly take root, allowing me to keep myself anchored. However, like a strong current, the emotions still came back in huge crashing waves, threatening to completely drown me out.

Doubt started to creep into me.

Maybe this was I battle I simply couldn’t win. Maybe it would be better to look for another body that was easier to handle and get as far away from Antonella as possible. After all, who would believe her?

But then my pride flared up. This bitch would be mine if it was the last thing I did.

So, I focused on my want for her, eliciting Antonella's arousal by stoking my own. I could feel her initial disgust, rejecting my words at first. But it didn’t matter as I spoke directly to the primal part of her mind, feeding her excitement and tempting her with the promise of pleasure if she let go. This seemed to work, as I felt Antonella start to squirm and rub her legs together unconsciously, allowing me to seep myself more and more into her body. Now keenly aware of the solution to subdue Antonella once and for all,

I was struck by a sense of euphoria at the prospect of dominating her.

Reasserting my control once again I proclaimed, "I will make good use of your body, and you know the best part? You will love it once it's over!”

Without giving her time to answer we both felt how we were hugged tightly from behind. Using the sphere that connects us, I moved Eveline’s body stealthily into position.

Antonella tried to resist but to no avail.

Although it didn’t seem like it, I had trained to improve Eveline’s strength on top of her sex appeal.

Taking advantage of the distraction, I made her turn her head towards Eveline's face. Their lips met like two lovers passionately embracing. Eveline pounced on the opening created when Antonella moaned wantonly, sucking on her tongue greedily.

Even if Antonella was aroused that didn't mean I had tamed her, at least not yet.

I had to constantly stop her from biting Eveline’s tongue, as she tried to not enjoy **** on her mouth. Soon though, her displeasure gave way to being overwhelmed with arousal.

Eveline's hot saliva flowed down Antonella’s throat, flooding our mouth, as her tongue moved and explored every nook and cranny of Antonella's mouth. Similarly, I made Antonella reciprocate this action and gradually, she became more proactive with her mouth without the need for my direction.

I made Antonella’s body move around so that she was directly facing Eveline. Antonella had a hungry look in her eye as they kissed.

I had noticed that my control over her body was being strengthened and eased by the pleasure, as I stretched more of myself across her body.

I had Eveline skilfully reach into her yoga pants and begin to work on her clitoris, circling the head with rhythmic movements as it quickly grew erect. The pleasure grew rapidly, and the first orgasm of the day came.

For a moment, the pleasure left my mind blank, the shriek of release that threatened to escape from Antonella's mouth was contained by Eveline's mouth.

When I regained consciousness, I seized the opportunity and extended my control even further. gaining almost total control of her body in one fell swoop. But her consciousness still resisted falling.

I separated our mouths and spoke through Eveline, "Come on, give up. If it's any consolation, I'll put your body to good use better than even you ever could, haha."

Antonella reacted and tried to move her body. I focused on her lower body to prevent her from trying to escape.

I could feel her fear growing inside her that her body was betraying her at a key moment.

Still, contrary to her feelings Antonella tried to put on a brave face, replying, "I will fight you! I’ll never give up. One day you’ll make a mistake and lose control, that day I’ll take ****.”

I laughed at her, deciding I needed to teach her a lesson about who was in charge now.

I quickly laid Antonella down on the hard-tilled floor of her office, the cold causing me to tense up slightly. Antonella grew uncertain, **** to endure what was coming.

Eveline fell to her knees in front of me, emotionlessly fixing her green eyes below. I lifted Antonella’s legs, exposing her big, sculpted ass to her. The bounce and firmness, as expected, was out of this world.

I wasted no time and had Eveline tear Antonella's yoga pants; the sound of ripping filled the room exposing a pair of white boy shorts.

Even though Eveline was in an **** state being controlled like a puppet on strings, she couldn't help but drool at the sight of Antonella’s covered snatch, the hint of camel toe enticing.

It was interesting that even in an **** state all the changes I made had been deeply internalized within her.

Eveline moved her panties to the side with her finger so that we could see Antonella’s pretty pink pussy. Bringing her face close in, she took a deep sniff at the brown bush cover.

To torment Antonella, I said. "You know that having such long hair is unhygienic? Once I get you sorted out, I will take care of that."

"Having hair down there for a woman is normal, you piece of shit!"

“Only, if you’re a woman who lacks standards!"

"SHUT UP! THIS IS MY-“

"Easy babe. No need to get so worked up because Eveline’s been trained to eat out any pussy that gets put in front of her, no matter the drape of the curtains.”

Eveline wasted no time, licking from the bottom of Antonella's taint to the tip of her clitoris. Her long tongue sent signals of pleasuring shouting from head to toe as she skillfully identified the best angle and rhythm. With each pass, Antonella's moans became more erratic, as Eveline's large breasts slapped against Antonella's lower buttocks, exciting us to a near frenzy.

I moved her hands quickly to her sports bra, pulling it off and pushing her tits out.

Surprisingly, I saw Antonella had a piercing on her left nipple. Using my thumb and index finger, I played with the right nipple while using my other hand to bring the left tit into my mouth. The sensation of sucking, mixed with the rich taste of Antonella's breast mingled sweetly in my mouth, giving me a mind-blowing orgasm. The more I sucked the more saliva dribbled out of my mouth, to the point it began slobbering down the sides of my face. The mixture of sensations was driving my head crazy, Eveline’s tongue which hadn't relented added to the intoxicating high.

I had left Antonella totally submissive to my control.

Taking her breast out of my mouth I addressed her. "A-are you enjoying this Antonella? You’ve been so quiet lately.”

She could only weakly say, "I'll k-kill you".

I made Eveline increase the level of ministration. Two of her fingers started to play with Antonella's vagina, while her mouth concentrated on sucking her clitoris.

At the same time, I pinched and flicked Antonella's nipples hard, bringing us to climax. An unrestrained note of passion escaped as we jerked our bodies up and down, covering the floor with a small puddle of Antonella's vaginal fluids.

I saw the perfect opportunity to subdue consciousness once and for all, while the glow of climax created a haze over her mind.

I quickly began to spread myself all over her body breaking any attempt of resistance that Antonella tried.

The feeling of being trapped in mud gradually disappeared as I took control of her body.

When the job was almost done, I tried to break through the "membrane" of her conscience.

The membrane, unlike her body, presented much more resistance. It stretched elastically, stubbornly refusing to let me take over Antonella's consciousness.

I assumed it must have been Antonella’s last resort of resisting me. It didn't matter as I pressed forward, attempting to break through.

"COME ON, BITCH! BE MINE!!!" I let out a war cry.

The sense of resistance was broken, allowing me to break through to her head and take control. With a deep breath, I marvelled that it was finally over.

"You're mine now bitch..." I squeezed hard on ‘my’ tits again as a deep chuckle came from my throat.

In front of me, Eveline was on her knees, a deluge of fluids covering her face, soaking into her ruined business attire. Two of the buttons on her blouse had flown off due to the motion of her breasts, presenting the globes of fat to me.

I reached out and took one of her heavy pillows in my hands, playing with Eveline's nipples as I luxuriated in my victory.

I was sure I had subdued Antonella's consciousness, but it didn't quite feel right for some reason.

Shrugging off the feeling of unease, I tried to access her mind to review her memories and acclimate myself.

Everything was going well until I tried to rewrite her mind to erase Antonella's memories of my presence. But like a cruel joke of fate, my attempt to temper with her mind was rejected. I could feel instinctively that I had not totally occupied Antonella's mind. Somewhere in her mind she stubbornly prevented me from accessing the core of her mind.

A headache hit me hard. This obsessed bitch was being tougher than I thought. I decided to contemplate my options.

I had control of her body and most of her mind, so technically I had won. However, I couldn't rewrite her mind to follow my orders.

I didn't want to spend all my time on Antonella to make my plan work. Still, if I couldn't access her memory, it would all be useless since it would be difficult to maintain my yoga school cover.

I bit my finger looking for a solution.

A thought crossed my mind, I can influence her, right? I had managed to get her aroused.

Maybe the best way to deal with her would be to ground her down until she gave in. I didn't know if this plan would be successful, but it would be fun to try.

Without further ado, I proceeded.

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