Uhh... Psionic- whatever it's called!

FOREWORD: This chapter contains F/M sex, with mind control and **** elements.

====================

Aaron throws his hands up in a panic, and shouts "Mary, WAIT!" as he recoils in an embarrassingly unmanly fashion.

After a few moments of silence, without the expected beating he was waiting for, he opens his eyes and uncovers his face. Mary is standing in a half-launched stance with her small, but apparently deadly fist just inches from Aaron's face. Her face is still written with anger and frustration, her mouth twisted in a grimace.

Mary finally speaks after some apparent struggle across her face. "Why am I not beating you up right now? What did you do to me??"

Aaron seems stunned for a moment, before a smirk grows on his face. This is exactly what he had been studying for. Aaron stands up straight, and steps back towards his bed. He points at the ground in front of him and speaks in a firm tone.

"Mary, KNEEL."

His voice has a strange vibrato to it as he presses his command. Mary immediately approaches and kneels on the ground in front of him, before looking at herself in shock.

"What the FUCK?" Mary looks utterly stunned and confused.

Aaron's face turns up in a cocky and condescending way as he begins speaking. "Psionic Pressure. The ability to exert your will on another. It was always just a fantastical idea written by psychologists and pseudoscientists everywhere. For whatever reason, it looks like I can actually use it."

Mary just looks more confused, before her face twists into a look of disgust. "I don't know what you're talking about, but you've gone insane. Did you **** me or something?"

Aaron shakes his head, before commanding her once more. "Mary, APOLOGIZE."

Mary is stunned by this, and her mouth begins forming a scoff. "Pffft, HA- I'm so sorry, Aaron." Her face is immediately shocked once more. Mary would never apologize to a loser like Aaron, even if she knew she was wrong. Yet here she was, her words not matching her mind.

Aaron smiles broadly, as he reaches a hand out and pats her on her head. "That's a good girl, well done. Now Mary, let's see how far we can push this before your will can overcome mine."

====================

Mary looks worried, like she can't control herself in the slightest.

"Mary, SHOW ME YOUR TITS." Aaron commands again.

Mary's face turns up in disgust as she replies. "Hell no! What is wrong with you, pervert?!" She suddenly feels her hands shaking as they grip the bottom of her tight shirt and begin lifting it up. "What, NO!!" Mary shouts at herself, and her hands begin reversing trying to put her shirt back down.

"Mary, I said SHOW ME YOUR TITS." Aaron commands, and the strange vibrato amplifies on top of itself into a cascading sound. Mary starts losing the battle again, as a bead of sweat appears on her brow. After another moment of fighting, she gasps softly as her hands shoot up to pop her top over her ample bust with a nice springy effect.

Her chest is covered with a flattering, but plain, pink bra holding her generous D-cup breasts. Mary gasps yet again as she looks down in shock. "How are you doing this??" She begins looking more nervous now.

Aaron simply laughs, as he studies her attractive and titillating tits. He thinks for a moment as he decides his next move.

His smirk grows wider, and significantly more threatening. Mary gulps in nervousness, and tries to regain some of her bravado. "H-hey now, I don't know what's going on, but if you stop now I won't say anything to anyone."

Aaron merely shrugs, before his voice begins pressing on her mind once more. "Mary, Open your mouth."

Unfortunately for Mary, this was an easy request that played on her tendencies to mouth off. She immediately pops her mouth open and even sticks her tongue out slightly. "Huh- whaa- Wha ahh oo oing?"