The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

TITLE: The Mark of Power

AUTHOR: Stormrazor

PART 9

Twice now he had used the gift to change the behavior, attitudes, likes and dislikes of women. He thought of the sudden change in Brenda’s gym clothing and amended his count to three. It was bad enough to control Jen and Tara, but Brenda was a long time friend. What was worse, is that despite his misgivings, the seductive temptation of the power tugged hard at him, his mind filled with thoughts of his own harem.

Needing to clear his head, Devon stood up, ignoring the feeble protest from the coupling women. Dressing quickly he left the house for a long walk, the crisp autumn air sharpening his mind, though his soul was still disquiet. His wandering took him to a paved nature trail a few miles from his house. It was rarely used this time of year which suited Devon just fine. He needed space to think.

He told himself it was immoral, that he would never do it again. He knew free will was a basic human right. But as soon as he steeled his resolve he was beset by images of Jen and Tara kissing, or Brenda, or the cute little Asian jogger who just passed him. He could have any of them, make them do anything. They would fulfill any sexual whim and beg for more.

Devon did a double take, breaking from the battle with his morality to watch the jogger and what was undoubtedly the most firm, nicely rounded and toned ass he had ever seen. She was wearing white Lycra jogging shorts that clung tightly into the crack of her ass, showing off those rounded cheeks perfectly. She wore a fancy cap with her silken black pony tail pulled out the back, swinging like a pendulum. The woman must have felt his eyes on her because she turned her head back to look at him. Instead of the dirty look he expected, she smiled, her golden cheeks flushing.

It was at that moment something kicked him in the back like a horse. A sledge hammer of force knocked the breath out of him and exploded in the middle of his back. Everything dragged and he could see the ground coming up to meet his face. There was a sharp crack, like a breaking branch. Dimly his mind registered it as the report of a rifle. In a fog of shock he heard a woman’s voice calling for someone. Calling for help? Something warm and sticky pooling under him. He couldn’t move his legs. That was the last thing he remembered before the world tunneled in around him and went dark.

Light slowly returned.

Devon’s eyes fluttered open. They felt thick and gummy and he blinked a few times before the blurred whiteness focused into a ceiling. Movement nearby drew his attention. A nurse sat with her back to him, writing something down on a clipboard. He could see a monitor with different blips going across it. Several IV bags hung on a pole, feeding through a box to tubing that ran somewhere into his neck. Late afternoon sunshine filtered through nearby blinds, providing a little warmth to the otherwise sterile hospital room. He groaned weakly, feeling the urge to pee.

The dark-haired nurse looked over her shoulder at him and smiled, glancing at the monitor before sticking her head through the big glass door and calling softly to somebody. He realized that anybody out there could see in and stirred uncomfortably.

A familiar face and form slipped inside and tugged a curtain across the glass wall. He’d never seen her wearing a white coat before.

“Brenda?” Devon groggily croaked her name. His throat felt raw.

“Hey there,” she said with a quiet smile, gently placing a hand on his shoulder to soothe his movements. He could see both concern and comfort in her eyes. “You’re in the ICU. You’re going to be alright.” She stroked her fingers over the hospital gown, smoothing it over his arm. “Do you remember what happened?”

Devon’s mind grasped at tendrils of memory, but they slipped away like greased butterflies. “No...”

“You were shot,” she said, her hand molding against his shoulder as if to brace him. He could feel the warmth of it through the cotton gown. It chased away some of the cobwebs clouding his brain.

“Gunshot..” he echoed, his voice trailing off. The wisps of memory condensed and he once again heard the crack and felt himself tossed like a ragdoll. “My back. I was shot in my back.. my spine. “ Raw panic grated over his nerves, choking him. “I couldn’t feel my legs.” He looked down with wild eyes as he willed his limbs to move. A tremendous flood of relief swept through him as he saw and felt them responding.

“Your spine is fine,” Brenda said, reaching up to ease his head back to the pillow. “You’ve been moving both of your legs and your reflexes are intact. It was close but the bullet lodged in the muscle. It must have been almost spent when it hit you.” She smiled, a quick full-on grin that lit her face. “Not that I’m complaining.” He realized that she was beautiful, even with the slouchy green scrubs and white coat hiding her figure. It was in her face – in her soft eyes and the expressive curve of her mouth. He felt his cock stir, and realized again that he needed to pee.

“I...” How could he tell her something like that? He cleared his throat. “I think I need the bedpan, or something.”

She nodded. “It’s because of the catheter. We had to put one in when you came in. Sometimes it makes you feel like you have to pee. Just try to relax. Once you’re moving a bit more I’ll write to have it taken out. We’ll leave the central line in your neck ‘till you’re ready to be discharged, though.”

A catheter in his... Oh fuck, had she put it in? The question must have been obvious on his face because she laughed, gripping his shoulder. “Relax,” she grinned. “Your modesty is safe. They put it in while I was on the phone with the OR.”

Her face grew serious. “I tell you what, Devon... I really don’t ever want to go through that again. I was in the ER with another admission when they brought you in. You looked...” She stopped and shook her head. “I asked Crawley – he’s the spine surgeon – to do the case, but I assisted. I wanted to make sure you had the best. Although it turns out you didn’t need him,” she added, frowning at something. She hesitated, chewing on her lower lip as her eyes dropped to where her hand fussed with the gown on his arm.

“Look, there’s a police officer that I need to call, now that you’re awake. But I need to talk with you first. It’s...” she took in a breath and let it out, raising her eyes to meet his. “There were some... things... that were a little odd about your case.” Her face firmed, although he could still see the compassion in her eyes. “Some of your bloodwork came back looking a bit off for a man of your age. And I’ve noticed some changes in you over the past few months. So I ran some tests. Your hormone levels – your growth hormone and testosterone levels—are high. As in off the charts high.” She took in another breath and let it out sharply. “And I know you don’t have a tumor causing it, because I checked. In fact,” she pressed on, “you’ve got a veritable soup of hormones running around your bloodstream.”

She paused, as if waiting for him to say something, but he stared at her blankly, trying to catch up. “Devon,” she said, her face concerned but resolute, “this is consistent with somebody who has been using exogenous steroids.”

“What?” he said, shocked. “Wait! I’m not taking steroids!” Hot anger surged in him. “I never have!”

“Devon,” she started, but he cut her off.

“I’m not taking steroids, Brenda. I swear.”

“Devon,” she said firmly, more the doctor now than the gym buddy. “Sometimes people get involved with things that aren’t quite what they seem. I understand that it happens. I’m not the police. I’m not judging you. But things like this can cause problems. Problems you don’t need, and that I don’t want you to have. I need to know what you’ve been taking, Devon.”

“Damn it, Brenda,” he began to protest.

“What if it had something to do with you getting shot?” She broke in, then bit her lip. “Please, Devon...”

How in the hell do I explain this? Devon cursed inwardly. It must be part of the gift. Just like the younger looking skin and abundant sexual energy. But Brenda sure as hell wasn’t going to believe him. He could deny it all he wanted, but logically it was an ironclad case against him. His results in the gym, the hot girlfriend, the blood tests, and what must look like a drug related shooting to her. Devon was certain the police were going to reach the same conclusion. Especially if Brenda told them about the blood tests. And even if the police believed him, Brenda didn’t. It occurred distantly to Devon that it mattered to him.

He felt a cold lump in his stomach. He suspected who might try to kill him, but just couldn’t see anyone believing his story. In fact it would likely make his case worse. His mind drifted back to the mountain clearing that night. To the group who was willing to kill a little girl for the power he inadvertently inherited. Could there be more members of that group? Had they have figured out what happened? That he was responsible? Devon needed time to think, to figure out what was going on, and more importantly how to deal with it. Time he was not going to get once the police got involved.

Brenda was looking at him skeptically and he didn’t blame her. He felt a flash of guilt. He knew what he had to do, there was precious little choice. Events were spiraling out of control and it was time for him to take the wheel. Devon summoned his will, focusing on Brenda believing what he told her. Trusting him and wanting to do what he asked her. Like before there was a slight shift in his awareness.

“Brenda, listen to me. I don’t know why someone shot me. But I swear to you I’m not taking any drugs, period. What’s happening to my body.. I can’t explain it. But it isn’t drugs. You believe me right?”

Brenda’s eyes bored into his. “Devon, I...” She blinked, uncertainty crossing her face, and he sighed in relief as he felt his gift begin to take hold. “I need to run more tests,” she said.

He shook his head, interrupting her, “No. I need you to trust me, Brenda. I’ll let you run more tests later, but right now the best thing is to just file away those initial results without telling the police about them. I need you to discharge me as soon as possible.”

She frowned, obviously torn between what she felt was right and what he wanted her to do. He felt another stab of guilt, but pushed it aside. “Well, I wouldn’t worry about that right now,” she stalled. “I want to keep an eye on you here tonight. I’ll move you to the floor tomorrow morning, and we can take it from there.” She nodded, relief in her face as she reconciled professional judgment with his “as soon as possible”. He let it go for now. She smiled at him, her eyes warming with humor and something else that made his blood stir. “Get some rest, if you can. Although nobody sleeps in a hospital.”

The visit from the police just before his unappetizing hospital dinner proved to be a brief affair thanks to his gift. The detectives left satisfied that there was no reason for anyone to be gunning for Devon. He had suggested with a subtle push that if there was a killer on the loose, Devon was just a random target. They also agreed that his name should be withheld from any press statements. Of course later they might wonder why their reports didn’t delve into any details of what he was doing prior to his walk, but he trusted they wouldn’t feel the need to review it.

The officers did provide Devon with a few missing pieces of what happened. Apparently the jogger with the killer ass had called 911 when Devon went down. He found out her name was Susan Li and got her address. After all, he told himself, he should make sure to thank her. Personally. He filed that thought away for later. He had more pressing concerns.

The police had told him that she hadn’t seen the shooter, but then it wasn’t surprising. The police figured the perpetrator was a long ways off. The bullet the surgeons had removed was typical of a military rifle, but the ballistic tests were still underway. Knowing that somebody with military hardware was using him for target practice was distinctly chilling.

He couldn’t help but feel like a sitting duck in the hospital bed. He took some comfort from the thought that whoever was trying to kill him had done it from a long ways off and hadn’t come in close enough to confirm the kill. If the shooter didn’t follow-up then, he somehow doubted they would risk waltzing into a hospital room to try again.

In any case he felt better now that his head was clear and he was taking control of the situation. The nurse had turned off the morphine pump since he hadn’t been using it. He was surprised by how little pain there was—just a tingling itch below his right shoulder where the bullet was removed. It was odd, but he could almost feel his tissues knitting together.

He wondered about Jen and Tara. Would they be concerned about his long absence? He figured that they could take care of themselves, but then he never figured on someone trying to kill him. He picked up the bed phone and dialed Jen’s number from memory, but just got her answering machine. It wasn’t particularly worrying that she didn’t answer, but it would have put his mind at ease if she would have. Nothing he could do about it now, however.

Devon dozed fitfully that night, the soft sounds and voices of the ICU keeping him from sleeping, not helped by the fact that the nurses were checking his vital signs every two hours. He also started feeling more and more restless. The itching had stopped by 4 am and he was anxious to get out of bed. He sat up and stretched with no more than a slight stiffness from being stuck in the bed. His gift had the night nurse remove his catheter without orders, and he went to the bathroom to clean himself up with a washcloth. He then paced his room for awhile, stretching his legs, until his new nurse came in and caught him at it.

“My name’s Lori. I’m your nurse today. And what are you doing out of bed?” she asked, arching a brow. She was young, barely out of school judging by her appearance. She had long straight brunette hair, a cute face with light blue eyes and sensuous lips. Devon reflected that it was a real shame nurses now all wore scrubs, but even still, he could tell she had a nice lithe figure.

“Didn’t have a good reason to be in bed,” he responded. He felt his cock stirring as she smiled. Her lips were pink with lipstick and his imagination took over. He pictured those sensual lips and wet pink tongue sliding up and down his shaft.

“I guess I’ll have to give you a good reason, then,” she said, pulling the curtain across the door. He let her shoo him into bed, watching her as she checked the monitors and IV. She turned to him and tsked lightly, twitching his hospital gown into place and making a fuss about pulling the sheet taut over his lap. His erection tented the covers, and she stared at it as her hand trailed along his leg, finally coming to settle over his cock. “I see you’re feeling better,” she said. He groaned with pleasure as her fingers curled around its thickness.

“I want to make you feel even better”, she breathed, her lips brushing his ear. “Tell me how you want me to make you feel better.” her hand gently stroked his cock through the thin hospital sheet.

Devon’s pulse hammered, his cock throbbing with it. “God” he gasped hoarsely. “Suck my cock. I need to cover your face with my cum”

Lori made a low noise of need in her throat. She slowly pulled his sheet down and slid his hospital gown to one side, revealing his swollen erection. “Oh.. you’re so hard, and so naughty,” she cooed, stroking his silken shaft with her small hand.

The petite nurse moved her long hair over her ear as she leaned down and kissed the top of his cock lovingly. Her warm wet tongue then trailed down the underside to his balls, laving them before traveling up the side to the head again. Up and down her moist lips and tongue slid over his shaft while one hand held it up. He growled with pleasure at the heavenly sensation.

“Are you going to shoot your hot spunk all over my face, baby?” she asked throatily. “I need you to come on my face so bad.”

Devon felt his balls tighten more each time the nurse pleaded for his cum between long sensuous licks. Her hand began jerking him off while she rubbed the leaking tip all over her face. He couldn’t hold back anymore. Arching his back, he came hard, hot streamers of semen jetting onto her cheek, nose, and forehead.

“That’s it, baby!” Lori moaned, smearing the white goo all over her face with his slowly deflating cock.

He sucked air in gasps while she sucked his cock into her mouth, cleaning it. Then she smiled and ran a finger along her cheek licking it clean afterward. With a cute giggle, she hustled off to his bathroom, washed her face and winked at him before leaving. “I’ll check in on you later, baby”