Because Of A Single Wish Part 2

A week had passed but his wife had yet returned from her retreat. The last communication John had was five days ago, then Emily suddenly sent him a message to not contact her for time being until she contacted him back. It was a very weird and alarming message, John had tried to ask her for an explanation of what she meant, and wanted to know about her current situation, but Emily no longer replied to him until this day. The next few weeks were a blur of activity as the police, state police, FBI, and the media raced around trying to determine the whereabouts of these missing law firm employees who had simply disappeared. Their cars were parked at the club, and there was no trace of anything strange. No camera footage was found when it was discovered that the security system had been disabled for a week. No witnesses came forward, no one had seen anything. The police had no lead except the testimony from the missing women's family that they would go on retreat, but nobody knew where they went.

_This was not a simply disappearing person case! _John had several unrealistic conjectures that came from the deepest of his fantasy, the scenario of a rogue mind controller that took his wife replayed in his mind. He was lost, but he could feel his boner get hard. He hated himself for it.

It was not until two months later that John received a message from his wife's old number, a short message asking him to meet with her at some location. He was pretty excited to receive that message and sent her several other messages, but just as before, she didn’t reply to him anymore. He didn't waste his time anymore and drive to the designated location.

The place she told him to go was an abandoned warehouse in the middle of nowhere on the outskirts of the city, without the guidance from the message, it would be hard for him to find this place.

Inside the warehouse, John was greeted by a portly man he didn’t recognize and someone that felt a little bit familiar to John, but he was not sure whether it was her or not because she was very different from what he remembered.

“I welcome you, John Winona, you may have received the message from your wife telling you to come here,” said the fat man.

“Yes, where is she?” John replied.

“Worry not, John, she is fine and lead a more happy and suitable life for her, to be a **** for me, Master Carl!” Carl answered.

“What rubbish you are saying, bastard!? I ask you once again, where is my wife?” John said in explosive anger this time.

“Well, you will understand after you look at this, Johnny boy,” Carl showed John his ring. Despite being in a state of anger, John, who was familiar with the mind control trope, knew what would happen next and felt a crisis was approaching him.

The ring shone brightly, and pink-colored light enveloped the whole building.

When he regained his consciousness, John was bound to a chair. Carl and the strange yet familiar woman were still standing before him. There was an additional retro-looking television placed in front of him.

“I don’t have any personal grievances with you, John, only with your bitch of a wife, I do you a favor of removing her from your life,” Carl said.

“No, Emily wasn’t a bitch! She was a good woman!” John rebuked.

“For you maybe she was a sweet woman, for me, she is nothing but a bitch that needs to be put in her place, kneeling before me. Tell me honestly, what is your deepest fantasy? I might be able to help you fulfill it to compensate you, I’m kind to my fellow men as long as they aren’t obnoxious and hostile to me,” Carl responded in a pretentious kind of tone.

“My hidden fetish is about women being mind-controlled and transformed, I have often fantasized that I can mind control my wife,” John answered, he didn’t want to tell the man about his fetish and fantasy, but his mouth went auto-pilot and told the man about his secret that he has hidden from his wife.

Carl paused a few secs after hearing what John said, then he laughed a loud, “What a coincidence, I don’t expect that you aren’t nothing better than me, the good husband in that bitch’s mouth is nothing but a pervert who similar with her captor,” Carl grinned, “unfortunately for you, John, it’s me who is blessed by God to have this mind control power, but, I will help you to fulfill your fantasy as I said, a favor to my fellow mind control enjoyer.”

“I see that you were eyeing the woman beside me from time to time, you might find her familiar, so, let me introduce you to Tamer, you probably knew her as Tamara Merkel, the founder of Tamara & associates law firm, your wife’s boss,” after Carl said the name Tamara, John finally found the answer why the woman was little familiar to him despite her changed appearance. He had met Tamara several times with his wife, but the woman in front of him was nothing like Tamara he used to meet before. Tamara was a brunette like his wife, but now, she sported neon purple-colored hair, styled in a punk side-shaved haircut. Her whorish thick makeup made it harder for John to recognize her. She also sported several stud piercings on her nose and eyebrows. The older MILF was clad in a black vinyl corset, a matching vinyl mini skirt with no underwear, a black collar with silver studs, and black vinyl knee-high boots with at least 6- inch heels and adorned with spikes. She held a riding crop in her hand and smiled evilly toward John. John could not believe that this was the same Tamara, the professional lawyer he knew before.

“Look at Tamer here, John, I have convinced her that she was not a law-abiding lawyer who stood for the weak, but was one of the loyal enforcers of my new criminal enterprise, she didn’t respond to the name Tamara anymore, only Tamer, the tamer of whore, I need to compliment how she handled her ex-employee, the old bitch can be so cold and cruel, these spiky boots of her had been digging several cunts,” He told John with a gleeful mood, “Do you want to guess whether these boots had been inside your wife’s cunt, John?”

“Please don’t!” John pleaded.

“You aren’t answering my question, John, but looking at your terrified faces is enough entertainment for me, so I’ll this pass, but I want you to keep imagining these spiked boots inside your mind, imagine what these boots can do to your wife pussy,” as Carl commanded, the image of Tamer’s spiked boots kicking, stomping, or being inserted to his wife’s pussy kept lingering in John’s mind.

“Now, I will let you watch the main attraction and why I called you here,” Carl turned on the television.

A lady was shown on the video, smiling wide toward the camera, John knew that she was Emily, his wife, despite some changes in her appearance. John was ashamed that he instantly got a hard boner watching his wife's new looks, previously, Emily already had a sexy body that made men drool in lust, but now, it had been pushed to a cartoonish degree. Her once perfectly shaped breasts were changed to beach ball-sized obviously fake globe of silicon tits that somehow defy the **** of gravity. Her thick, fattened, turgid erect nipples were pushing through her skimpy sheer crop top. Her waist was made thinner than before, and her body expanded at her hip and glutes part, making her posture like wisdom teeth. Her body was inked with several vulgar tattoos

Her face was the least changed, except for how Emily's hair was now platinum blonde, noticeable long eyelashes, slightly plumper lips, and thicker whorish makeup. She was more recognizable compared to Tamara.

“My name’s Amiee,” the Emily in the video said with a slight lisp, “I’m a **** of Master Carl, and a whore who is hungry for cock, you can fuck me as long as you paid enough to my master, my body is worth your every grand,” Emily then moved toward the door and opened it.

A group of tall, muscular black men entered the room.

“You can also pay me with high-qualities **** like what these men did,” Amiee said.

It didn’t take long for these men before they started groping Amiee and forcing a kiss on her. One man was strong enough to tear apart her slutty clothes easily and made her buck naked. The scene was quickly escalating to a gangbang.

Amiee was thrown to the ground and a man was ready to insert his dick into her wet cunt.

The camera zoomed on Amiee. There was no expression of protest or resistance, on the contrary, when the first black cock entered her hole and fucking her relentlessly, she responded with a high-pitched moan of ecstasy

“Fuck me…keep fucking me, don’t stop!”

Amiee kept squealing like a bitch in heat as the men take turns with her.

John could only watch it silently, holding down his tear, he was heartbroken by the scene in the video, but on the other hand, his boner was harder than before, and he was on the verge of cumming hands-free without any help from his hand. Couldn’t blame him, Amiee was so hot, Wait, why did I call her Amiee? she was Emily, my wife! a mind controller is corrupting her to be a parody of herself, I shouldn’t indulge in my fantasy at this moment but need to find a way to save Amiee – Emily, and the other women too.

Yet, his current state could only let him do nothing but watch the video about his wife taking cock after cock, in all of her three holes. He watched his wife begging cocks and watched her climaxing like never before when she was still with him.

Carl, on the sideline, enjoyed the bound man’s struggle, he could influence others’ minds, and reading someone’s mind to some extent was a doable job to him, he knew that John was having a mental battle inside his mind. In a moment like this, he ought to help him decide which side he was.

“Tamer, help our guest relieve his sad boner,” Carl commanded.

“Yes, Master.”

The now punkified MILF walked in front of John’s. Her master didn’t tell her what method she should use to relieve the boner of their captive, so she would do it her way. A cruel glint appeared in her eyes.

“Eyes on me, boy, don’t think about saving your wife, she’s our master possession, and rather than wasting time thinking about her, I could show you a whole new world,” Tamer smiled sinisterly.

“Tamara, please remember what you are actually, you are a dignified lawyer!” John pleaded but it’s fall on a deaf ear.

Tamer squatted before John and pulled down his pants. His cock was twitching like crazy, a simple touch from the MILF already stimulated his pre-cum. She then gripped his ball with one hand in an almost **** grip fashion, and her other hand suddenly slapped his cock. A single slap from her made him cum, and his cum was flying randomly, making a mess on Tamara’s face and clothing.

“Bad boy,” she delivered slap after slap on John’s half-softened cock. John’s cock never had the chance to be fully softened, Tamara was almost magical in handling John’s cock as if she knew how to make it harden again in no time. Each slap from her was a painful experience for John.

“Give up, I’m giving up, please stop slapping my dick!” John begged.

“Tamer, stop it, I want to speak with him, if you continue a bit longer, the poor man would lose his consciousness,” Carl interjected between them, ironically saving John from further ****.

“You are lucky this time, boy,” Said Tamer coldly as she stopped torturing John’s dick.

John was panting like a dying dog, he couldn’t even feel whether his cock was still intact or not, but the pain in his crotch area was still lingering.

“Do you know the reason why I call you here, John?” Carl asked, but he didn’t get any reply from John.

“Obviously, it is not to give you a chance to save your wife, on the contrary, it is because I need you. I heard you are a tech advisor in a big firm, and I have a suitable job opening for you.”

“For me? Can you return my wife to normal if I agree to work with you?” John asked back.

“You don’t negotiate with me, John, this isn’t a question in the first place,” the ring on Carl's finger began to shine, “I tell you just because I want you to know what kind of life you will live on from now, well, maybe it’s not so bad for you, you will living in your fantasy after all.” The last thing on John’s mind before being enveloped with the pink light was the chat he had with the user who roleplayed as a Genie a month ago. Does all of this happen because of my single wish?

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Time had passed since the disappearance of a group of employees of Tamara & Associates law firm. People needed to move on with their life, John had stopped working as a tech advisor on the investment firm he worked for before, and along with his resignation, several women employees had also resigned with him, most of them were someone that could be described as beautiful.

After he resigned from his old job, John now works to maintain one of Master Carl’s porn sites, a part of Carl’s growing vice emporium. It's a low-paying job incomparable to his old job, but the job gave him a lot of time to watch porn compared to his old job, something that he needed because it takes a lot of effort to make his limp dick hard and gave him a release.

His favorite pornstar on the site was a bimbo called Amiee Brainone. A stupid bimbo fitting her name of having no brain, she often starred in a very hot cuckold movie, one of John’s favorite genres. John even had a physical CD of her most viewed title; ‘A lawyer wife mind controlled.’ co-starring the punk cougar dome, Mistress Tamer, he didn’t know whose brilliant idea it was to cast the braindead bimbo as an intelligent and headstrong lawyer, obviously, in the movie, Amiee Brainone failed to portray the lawyer role with how she looked and act, but her lack of chemistry was what make it very hot, she failed to portrait intelligent, law-abiding lawyer, but she was top-notch porn star that portrayed a slut very well.

DING!

When he was busy scrolling down to pick what video he should watch today, a chat notification appeared on the bottom right of his monitor.

The person who asked him for a chat was a user with the name Wish-Granting Genie.

From Wish-Granting Genie: Hey handsome, do you want to play with me?

Oh…he likes this kind of spam from users with a sexy women as profile pictures. He knew that most of them were fake accounts, but he sometimes fantasized that there really was a sexy woman on the other side of the monitor. Maybe someday he could get a real one to be his lifelong partner.

To Wish-Granting Genie: What kind of game do you want to play?

From Wish-Granting Genie: I can grant you a wish.

To Wish-Granting Genie: just 1? Okay, I will take it.

To Wish-Granting Genie: I wish that I have a wife like Amiee Brainone.

From Wish-Granting Genie: Your wish is granted, but you need to be ready to be cuckolded often, having a pornstar and big slut as a wife isn’t a thing every man can handle. Good luck!

Before John could reply to her once more, the status of Wish-Granting Genie went from online to offline. John deleted the chat window and didn’t take the short discussion to his mind, he had already forgotten about the whole thing after just a few hours.

The night was falling, he had done with his job and routine for today, but before he could go to sleep, John heard a car pull into his driveway.

The front door of his house was opened, and he could see who was coming inside the house. It was none other than Amiee Brainone, the pornstar, his...wife. Well, their relationship was more like roommates than a married couple with how Amiee never let him fuck her, but at least, he could brag that he married a very sexy lady that made other men drool and cum when they looked at her body. Some others often didn’t believe him because Amiee had always listed as single on her bio, and didn’t want to use Winona as her surname no matter how he convinced her. But after so long, he considered the man who didn't believe that he was married to Amiee was just envious of him.

John knew that this kind of life, the relationship he had with Amiee wasn’t perfect and healthy, but it was not a big problem for him. He had always loved Amiee the way she was.

THE END

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