“Um, good morning, Maya,” Sheryl said, finding her boss and mentor uncharacteristically with her feet in pink heels atop her desk.
“Oh, Hi, Sheryl!” Mrs. Luna said with an even more uncharacteristic giggle. “Isn’t it a lovely day?”
“Quie lovely,” Sheryl agreed, though it was overcast and the air quality was gross.
Something was really odd here.
“Did you still want to go over the due diligence on the Skyler Group this morning?” Sheryl asked.
“Oh, was that this morning?” she said. “I’m such a silly slut! I forgot! Could we do it tomorrow maybe? Something important came up!”
Ok, this was just wrong. Sheryl hadn’t slipped into her boss’s mind with her psy powers other than to initially ingratiate herself and get Maya to mentor her. After all, she truly wanted a business mentor, not a puppet. But this was NOT Maya Luna.
Sheryl immediately saw another psy had gone to work on Maya’s mind with all the subtlety of a sledgehammer. The front of her mind was thinking “Sheryl is nice but she doesn’t have a cock. Gary has a cock. Such a nice cock. Sheryl will understand. I need to suck Gary’s cock.”
Sheryl schooled her expression not to show her outrage and disgust. Gary was a psy! And one of those disgusting rapist psys that gave them all a bad name!
Sheryl tranqulized her boss and dove deeper to see how much damage he had done. She was overwhelmed with the imposed lust and euphoria and self-degredation he had imposed on the distinguished business woman. Sheryl actually started having a physiological response before she could pull back, her nipples hardening, her sex moistening.
Gary had only been hired a week ago! How had he completely deconstructed Mrs. Luna’s psyche in so short a time without alerting Sheryl to it? Sheryl wasn’t sure if she could repair the damage alone. Even with help from The League, Maya Luna’s mind would never have the edge that had attracted Sheryl to her in the first place. Not after going through something like that.
But healing Maya would come later. Sheryl had a clear, immediate objective and that was kicking Gary’s psychic ass!
She found him easily enough. He wasn’t masking his psychic aura anymore. No doubt he knew that Sheryl knew now. Maybe he thought she’d be intimidated by his psychic strength. Hardly! She was twice the psy he was! He’d be lucky if dhe left him able to feed himself!
“Hi Sheryl!” he exclaimed when she barged into his office. “I’m guessing you didn’t like the improvements I made to Mays?”
“You immoral monster!” she exclaimed and hit him with a psychic blast of pure pain to his frontal cortex. It knocked him back in his chair and a drop of blood oozed out of his nostril.
“Ow!” he exclaimed. “Kitty scratch!”
Sheryl felt a twinge of uncertainty. He shouldn’t have been able to speak after taking a blow like that. But then an overwhelming rage pushed that thought out of her head.
“I’m going to destroy you,” she said, sitting across from him and preparing for a formal psyonic duel.
“So you want to have a duel? That really isn’t in your best interest,” Gary said. “And it’s hardly in keeping with our corporate values. What would Maya think? Well, she’ll think about fellating me, but, you know, before that.”
He clearly thought making her angry would keep her off balance, but he was wrong. Her anger made her stronger, deadlier.
Gary sighed and assumed dueling position.
Sheryl thrust. It was like her first blow when she had confronted him, but more focused. She didn’t want to just hit him. She wanted to crush his ego, destroy his self-esteem, and wipe that smug look off his face.
But she missed. It’s like his ego jumped to a different part of his personality matrix and she ended up hitting a memory of eating lunch last Thursday. Gary would never remember that sandwich again, but she doubted he cared.
She took a jab at his libido, one of her favorite targets in rapists. The blow glanced off some political opinions he had held in his early twenties. What yhe hell? His mind didn’t seem to have any consistent organization!
“Fight me, damnit!” she demanded. “We’re dueling, not dancing! What kind of psy are you?”
If she could only get him to attack, he’d be more solid and she’d have something she could work with!
“Oh, I’m not a psy at all,” Gary denied.
“Bullshit!” Sheryl said, feinting, then thrusting but missing again. “I saw what you did!”
‘Common misconception,“ he said. "I didn’t use any sort of psychic technique to warp Maya’s mind. I just warped it. I’m a warper.”
“Like there’s a fucking difference!” she spat.
“A pretty big one actually,” he said. “A psy can make you take off your underwear. A warper can make your underwear take off.”
And suddenly Sheryl’s bra and panties were on the desk beside them.
No! No, that wasn’t possible! He had implanted an illusion. She didn’t know how he did it without her feeling it, but psyonics did NOT work on anything but other minds!
“See, warpers can change the shape and position of literally anything,” Gary explained as she continued her ineffective attacks. “We start with gross-structure physical objects, but eventually we get to the point that we can warp our own minds and perceptions. And once you can warp your perceptions, you can use that to focus them, like a lens. And that leads to better perceptions and better, more precise warping and so on.”
“Shut up and fight me!” she demanded as the rest of her clothing turned into butterflies and flew away, leaving her naked.
No! Thinking she was naked. She was NOT naked. Juices were NOT flowing from her pussy and dribbling down her leg. He was just making her THINK that was happening! Somehow…
“So eventually one of us encountered a psy and turned his enhanced perception on you and figured you out and taught the rest of us,” Gary continued explaining in his infuriating calm voice as he made her think her titties were growing gianormous and her hair had gotten mussed and blonder. “And then it was quick enough to figure how to warp psionic powers and warp our own psychic signatures to imitate your auras.’”
“You’re a dumb dumb doodie head!” Sheryl exclaimed.
He had made her think her voice was coming out different, but she knew it was just an illusion. And calling him a dumb dumb doodie head was definitely a point for her!
She decided to squeeze her nipples. That would help her focus. She giggled. Laughing at him would show him that he wasn’t fooled by his illusions. She giggled again. She could totally win this!
Her mistake had been trying to use brute force. She needed to trick him the way he was trying to trick her! And the angle she could take was obvious!
“You think I’m pretty, don’t you?” she said flirtatiously, pushing him to be attracted to her. “You think I’m sexy! So sexy! So pretty! I make you all hard and horny and stuff!”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” he said dismissively, but Sheryl knew she was onto something! She had found his fatal weakness!
If she could just get him to fuck her, then she’d have him in her power! She was more sure of that than she’d ever been of anything! She just needed to use what she knew about him and his raging sex drive against him!
He wanted her to thinking he had stripped her naked with bullshit “warping” powers, making her feel like a helpless blonde bimbo. But that showed a clear lack of imagination! Naked might be sexy but the right outfit could be sexier.
Her opponent was clearly a mysogynst, seeing women as playthings for his amusement. Sex slaves. Fuck dolls. That was her in. If he could use illusions, she could use better ones!
She pictured herself with a pink slave collar and dramatic pink make up, a lace halter presenting her big yummy titties to anyone who wanted them. She would make Gary think she was a mindless fuck doll! Then he would let his guard down and she would have him!
Her illusion was so strong, she almost fooled herself! She felt like she was wearing the outfit she had imagined. Gary must be going crazy over it!
“You need to fuck me, Gary!” she said in a perfect fembot voice. “Sheryl is for fucking! Time to fuck Sheryl!”
He wanted to! He wanted to so bad! His lust for her was so strong it was bleeding over into her to the point that if he didn’t give in soon she didn’t know what she might do!
But he still resisted somehow! Did he know it was s trap? That she wasn’t really a mindless fucktoy? Well, there was an obvious solution to that! She dove into her personality matrix, found her free will and yanked it out.
“Sheryl is for fucking!” she told Gary with the utmost sincerity. “Fuck Sheryl!”
And then he was on her, squeezing her titties, licking her, bending her over his desk and penetrating as she cheered him on! He was fucking her! She was for fucking and he was fucking her!
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