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Slippery Slope
Chapter 05
I'd like to point out I got into this situation with the purest of intentions, I couldn't leave my sister indebted to some lowlife and with my powers it seemed easy enough to fix it.
It's not like I planned on killing him or even stopping his criminal activities, it's not my job to solve crimes like some superhero, I wouldn't even look good in spandex.
All I wanted to do was make him clear the debt and stop dealing to Holly and Claire, or to be more specific to transfer the debt over to me so I can use it to keep them in line.
Finding the local dealer wasn't even hard, hypnotising Holly was enough to get directions and I have to say I was disappointed when I saw the local drug baron.
I had a mental image of some fairly young thug, tattoos and guns that I'd have to be incredibly sneaky to get close to.
So when I arrived at his house to find a balding middle-aged Spanish man mowing his lawn I was rather caught off guard, even more so when a couple of half-assed commands had him invite me inside and admit that he was in fact the man I was looking for.
He does have a gun though, but it is carefully put away in his gun safe, and he doesn't have a single tattoo.
If it wasn't for the fact that his car is far too nice for this middle-class suburban family, I'd think he was a regular joe not worth my attention, but I've seen the drugs and money in his basement after a dozen increasingly powerful commands and suggestions and I know I have the right person.
A nice house, a fast car and a massive tv. And people say crime doesn't pay, he even has a loving and incredibly hot wife.
"F-fuck, harder you big dicked bastard."
As I said, purest intentions.
Thrusting into the aforementioned hot Spanish wife from behind, one hand groping her ass and another gripping her hair, I have to admit that the plan changed quite a lot in the past hour.
I would like to say that I am definitely still the closest thing to a good guy in this whole situation.
"Fuck me like my limp docked husband never could." Monica moans as she pushes her hips back to meet my thrusts, staring at her husband as she does.
Out of my various ideas, this was the lesser evil because honestly? I almost made him go eat the barrel of his gun.
Claire and Holly were right, he wouldn't have let them go even if they paid off their debt, and his reasoning is why I was contemplating the pros and cons of arranging his death.
He has connections to some Mexican cartel, and he supplies them with hot young women for their brothels, which is what he has planned for Claire and Holly.
He hasn't touched them himself thankfully, he's basically Monica's bitch despite her only being with him for his money, but he was planning on increasing their debt using interest as an excuse and getting them to sleep with various associates to break them into prostitution.
The only reason he isn't eating a bullet right now is because I don't want to risk having his cartel buddies looking into his death.
So I started digging because I wasn't letting this go unpunished, and I quickly found something out. There is one thing this asshole cares about, and that's the woman currently bent over the dining room table taking my dick while he watches.
He's whipped, and all the drug dealing is to find his wives stupidly expensive tastes so she doesn't leave him. He loves her, she loves his wallet.
He tried to make my sister into a whore, I'm making his beloved wife my personal whore.
As for how I pulled this off exactly, that was fairy simple as well.
I haven't completely taken their free will, just messed with his mind and made him believe that I'm the son of a very high level cartel member, and that I found out about him lying about how much he was making.
Does it matter that I'm clearly not Mexican? Of course not, both of them are too hypnotised to realise that or to even think about telling anyone from said cartel about me, as far as he is concerned I have his balls in a vice and he can't do anything about it without ending up dead with his wife heading to the aforementioned brothel.
Because I want him to be aware that he is being cuckolded, to sit there and be forced to watch as I thrust into his moaning wife. I want him to sit there with an unwanted boner and have no choice but to watch his wife cum around my cock, to hear her moaning for me. He can't do anything about it, even if he was willing to take the risk I have a dozen commands interlaced in his mind to stop him from lifting a finger to stop this.
Because no-one takes advantage of my dumb sister, well other than me.
Ok, that sounds worse than it is. Claire isn't smart enough for me to leave her to her own devices.
Reaching around my surprisingly enthusiastic partner, I slip my hand up her t-shirt and under her bra to start groping her large breast, getting another moan from her as I tweak her nipple lightly.
I didn't bother undressing her, simply pulling her denim jeans and red panties down to her knees as I bent her over the dining room table.
"Harder, I said harder you bastard." Monica says as she looks back at me, dark brown eyes half glaring at me as she pushes her ass back towards me, I suppose I am blackmailing her but she's soaked and I can feel how hard her nipple is between my fingers.
Looking up from her, I make eye contact with her husband and smirk lightly at the fucker who thought he could pimp out my sister, speeding up my thrusts as the dining room is filled with the sound of flesh slapping against flesh.
This isn't quite how I saw my first time going, but as I bottom out inside the half-naked trophy wife and release my load with a low groan, I can't say I'd change things.
Pulling out of the moaning woman, I look down at her spread cunt and pause as my seed starts to slowly leak out of her pussy and down her leg.
Maybe I should have used protection, I know she doesn't have anything I could catch thanks to a couple of well-placed questions, but I am not ready to be a father... though really, it's not like I can't make the cuck raise my kid if the worst should happen.
Nah, mom would be happy to have a grand-kid even if she wouldn't approve of Monica, but I could deal with that as well. I have a lot of options so I don't really need to worry. Hell, I can just make her go get the morning after pill.
It's good to have this much power.
"W-will that be all?" David asks, shame and humiliation on his face as he watches me take a step back, Monica panting as she remains bent over the table.
"No." I reply simply, pulling Monica up off the table and groping her as she moans lightly, unresisting as my hands move to her tits and ass. "I just don't like having an audience, so me and Monica are going upstairs, that isn't a problem, is it?" I ask, not using my power for once as he winces back.
I don't need to keep giving orders when he's already convinced himself he can't lift a finger against me.
After he says nothing in response, I simply chuckle and grip Monica's arm as I start to pull her towards the stairs, causing her to step out of her jeans and panties to stop herself from tripping.
"W-wait! What... what if I get you another woman?" David asks in desperation making me pause and look back at him. "I can get you dumb college girls, hot housewives, you name it. Asian, White, Black, Latin, young, old, I can get you any of them, hell I can get you all of them."
"And I want a fairly young Spanish housewife, Oh look I've found one." I deadpan, spanking Monica making her yelp as I feel the despair from him increase. "I could get all those myself, easily. I want Monica because it will hurt you, and I have no intention of being bribed. Go sit in the living room and wait for me to be done fucking your wife."
Feeling the command take hold, I simply continue on my quest for a bed to fuck Monica in and head upstairs, finding the master bedroom easily enough.
Taking a seat on the edge of the bed, I spread my legs slightly and raise an eyebrow at Monica, chuckling as she mumbles something in spanish that probably wasn't very polite, moving to her knees between my spread legs and removing her t-shirt, tossing it aside. Her bra follows the same fate, I guess she doesn't want them to get any messier than they are already.
"Not had enough yet, bastard?" Monica asks as she stares up at me, leaning forwards and engulfing my cock between her tanned breasts.
"Obviously not." I admit with a shrug, uncaring at her anger. I didn't just bring her up here for sex, and her feelings towards me aren't particularly important. "Monica, from this moment on you will make it your life goal to make your husband as miserable." I order, the glare leaving her eyes as the hypnosis immediately takes hold.
Because fuck him.
Releasing the hypnosis with practiced ease, she blinks in confusion and stares up at me, I've noticed that people certainly notice that something has happened, they simply don't know what and forget about it just as quickly.
Mentally shrugging, she leans forwards and licks the tip of my cock while she massages me with her tits, unaware of the fact that she's just been weaponised against her husband.
She doesn't love him, with the connection in place that is easy enough to check, and as long as she keeps her lavish lifestyle I doubt she would actually care. Fucking me is the same as fucking him in her mind, just a necessary evil to keep her easy life.
The difference is that he is a middle-aged balding man with a beer belly and I'm a young man with a decent physique.
"Do you enjoy forcing women, or can't you get anyone to fuck you without it?" Monica asks, still bouncing her chest as she gives me a dirty look. She isn't really enjoying this, but that's mostly because she has no choice in the matter.
"I can get laid without blackmail, I have a lot of options at my disposal after all... but why overcomplicate things when I can just make an idle threat and have you spread your legs?" I ask making her growl lightly, even as she starts to suck my cock, parting her lips and taking the head between them. "Besides, this isn't that bad, is it? Ask yourself this, would you rather spend every night spreading your legs for the fat balding man downstairs, or occasionally fuck me instead? Do a good job and I can make your life much more pleasant." I say with a smirk, enjoying the way she pauses before she suddenly deep-throats my cock, still glaring up at me even as I feel her start to scheme.
With this, she has an permanent excuse to avoid fucking her husband, I told her not to and she doesn't want them both to get in trouble by disobeying me.
"There we go, I thought you'd see things my way." I chuckle, before I decide to stop pushing my luck when her teeth brush against my length warningly. She's got her pride, and I haven't used as many commands on her as I have her husband.
I can get her to do what I want, but I should probably not sit here and gloat while my dick is in her mouth. Pride is a weird thing, and if I poke at hers enough she might decide to poke back, regardless of the punishment.
I could interlace more commands to stop her from getting offended, or acting on her pride, but why bother wasting time like that when I can just lean back and enjoy myself. I don't want to become over-reliant on the rings power anyway.
So, I simply place a hand on her head and gently stroke her surprisingly smooth hair as she services me, the angry look in her eyes kinda makes this more fun after all.
- Later -
"Forget about those two girls, I will handle their debt from now on. If they contact you for drugs, message me. You will message them and tell them that I bought our their debts. You will do nothing to harm me, either of the girls, or Monica. You will be a faithful husband and stay loyal and subservient to Monica no matter how she treats you. You will not contact your superiors or mention me to anyone other than Monica." I order, staring down the entranced drug lord as I feel my orders start to take hold.
I have been incredibly disenchanted to the life of a drug baron and it appears Hollywood and TV have lied to me, as this guy is boring as fuck.
"Monica, if I message you, you will respond immediately and obey whatever order I have for you without hesitation." I continue, changing my target to the still naked woman, my cum staining her face and tits. She isn't allowed to get cleaned yet, simply because her order to make David miserable means she will always pick the choice she thinks will hurt him the most, and that's seeing her so thoroughly ruined by another man.
I have told her to not sleep with anyone other than me, mostly because I don't want to catch anything if I come back for seconds, which is highly likely to be brutally honest. The ring has no magical power to protect me from STDs, and why risk it when I can just keep her to myself while also blue-balling David?
I'm still pissed about that whole plotting to force my sister into prostitution thing.
Clicking my fingers, which honestly doesn't actually do anything since I can end the hypnosis mentally, I release the trance on them and simply turn and walk out of the building, my work here is done.
I can walk with my head held high, and my wallet bulging. I regret nothing and some of the fucking money was probably mine anyway, sure I took more than I ever had stolen from me but honestly? Fuck him. The money I took was from David's stash that he had been skimming from the top that got him into this whole mess in the first place, so the cartel won't come looking for their money.
And people say crime doesn't pay... but is it really a crime to rob criminals? Probably, but do I care? Certainly not.
The point is, I get to walk away with my sister out of trouble, a hot feisty woman at my beck and call, and a fuck load of money, without getting myself into any more trouble. It's not been a bad days work.
...if I didn't like my job so much, I'd wonder why I spend my time making coffee when I can steal more than I'd make in three months in an afternoon.
But there is very little chance I'll be shot over coffee, and it's a lot more relaxing to brew coffee than it is to deal with drugs.
I'll stick to the simple life, thanks.
- Amy Roberts -
...what the hell did she just witness?
Pulling the binoculars back, she stared at the casually retreating figure of the unidentified man who had just completely confused her.
She'd been staking out David Garcia for weeks, gathering as much evidence as she could for her case against him, and far more importantly, his superiors. David was connected to the drug trade, blackmail, sexual slavery, protection rackets and he even was suspected of putting hits out on rivals, a lot of which she had gathered proof of, but he was still a small fish in the bigger pond and her true target was the people he took orders from. The ones he sent the girls to, the ones who actually carried out the hits and supplied the drugs he peddled.
David lived in a regular suburban home because he believed camouflage was the best defence, it let him go under the radar for a long time, just a regular businessman living a happy life with his much younger wife.
...She thought she had a good understanding of who they were, then some nobody she had no record of showed up and David bent over backwards to keep him happy.
One thing she was sure about was that David was protective and possessive of his wife, she'd seen him have one of his subordinates beaten for staring too long, and yet...
She had never before wished she had audio of what was going on in the house so much, as she had no idea what they talked about after the man showed up and all but let himself inside, but the body language was clear.
Whoever he was, he was the one in control and David spent half the conversation cowering in place, right before the newcomer simply beckoned Monica over and fucked her right then and there with David watching angrily. With the curtains wide open, she had a perfect view from her little hidey-hole to see the whole thing, David's defeated look and Monica's angry glare, switching from glaring at her husband and the man fucking her. Blackmail then? Whatever she just witnessed, she was sure of one thing... the newcomer had some serious leverage over David, and that was very, very interesting.
He didn't look like a member of the cartel, too white and too young to be anyone with any kind of power, which left the question what the hell was he holding over David?
What could make a powerful man, a drug baron, sit aside and let some random man fuck his wife, several times, only to give him a massive wad of cash at the end and go about his day, even with his wife still covered in cum.
David wasn't happy about it, that much was clear to see but he also just sat there and let it happen.
Looking at the high-definition camera in her hands, Agent Amy Roberts looked at the picture of the somewhat attractive young man walking out of the house, a somewhat smug smile on his face.
She didn't know who he was, but she could find out.
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[tab=Influence Tracker]
Benjamin Grant
Portrayed by Anton Yelchin
MC/Barista
Samira Stewart
Portrayed by Gal Gadot
Boss, Hates Ben
Influence Level - 0 (0/1)
Isabelle Johnson
Portrayed by Alexandria Daddario
Co-worker, Criminal Record (?), Framed Ben
Influence Level - 1 (0/2) (Guilt)
Olivia Grant
Portrayed by Scarlett Johansson
Mother, Overprotective Helicopter Parent
Influence Level - 2 (1/3) (Love)
Elizabeth 'Elle' Grant
Portrayed by Molly Quinn
Younger Sister, Introvert
Influence Level - 2 (0/3) (Love)
Sarah Grant
Portrayed by Anna Kendrick
Eldest Sister, Camgirl
Influence Level – 3 (4/5) (Love)
Claire Grant
Portrayed by Michelle Trachtenberg
Elder Sister, Thief, Junkie
Influence Level – 4 (0/10) (Confused Lust)
Holly Kirk
Portrayed by Sydney Sweeney
Claire's Best Friend, Junkie
Influence Level - 2 (2/3)
Monica Garcia
Portrayed by Penelope Cruz
Drug Dealers Wife
Influence Level - 3 (4/5)
Amy Roberts
Agent, Investigating Ben
Portrayed by Yvonne Strzechowski
Influence Level - 0 (0/1)
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[tab=Current Powers]
Suggestion
Allows the user to implant suggestions In the targets mind, larger commands needing a higher influence level
Empathy
Allows the user to sense the emotions of the target, and affect them at higher influence levels.
Hypnosis
Keeps the target in a trance state, causing them to follow the orders of the user, larger orders can break the trance
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Authors Note: I'm aiming for 2.5-4k words for short stories, and 7-9k for main stories, so I realise this seems shorter than usual but trying to maintain bigger chapters has been pretty stressful and the pressure takes a lot of the fun out of writing.
Next Update: ? or Freedom .5