Gender: Male Age: 28 Location: Pluto (It's not a planet)
_______________ Introduction _______________
A convicted murderer on death row is given the chance to escape his sentence if only he can journey via dreams into the mind of a telepathic teenage girl, and from there, destroy the mind of her abusive mother. This text contains abstract reality, surrealism, nonsense, and sex.
Written by Norton5
Skin so soft and lovely. Flawless and white. Misty vapors swirling around them as they lay naked on a bed of rock. In the waking world, it would be painful laying such soft skin on hard rock, but in dreamscape, the most painful condition can be turned to immense comfort. It all depended on how your mind worked.
"If it helps, put your hand in my pussy," said the blonde eighteen-year-old Jillian Chambers.
Hugo Lancing (40 years of age) put his hand in her warm moist heaven and she adjusted herself as his entire fist went snug inside her. "I'm listening," he said.
"You don't have much time, Hugo. Your day of execution is only three days away. If you want to escape, you must train yourself with the knowledge I gave you. Train yourself to maintain your psychonomic entity so you don't become a part of my mind. Then all there would be left of you would be a memory in my head and your dead body in your cell."
"It's so fucking hard to adjust to all this mental shit, girl."
"The name is Jillian, and if you don't want to do it, then I guess you can enjoy your execution. After all, the execution will be painless, while escaping through dreams and telepathy could be tortuous to say the least."
Hugo went down on her and lost his face in her pelvis. She thrust her hips on his face and he sucked on her labia, licking down deep into her pussy. "This is so fucking hot." (In the waking world, he wouldn't have beeen able to say that, but in dreamscape, you could give a crowd-pleasing charismatic speech while coughing non-stop.)
"Listen to me," said Jillian as she pushed his head from the back into her pussy, losing him in her juicy flesh. "Tomorrow night, I will come to you, and if you are waiting for me on the mountaintop in your mind, you will see a green and white butterfly. Follow it anyway you can, and if you are good enough, you will be able to make the journey into my mind.
I'll try to make it as safe as possible for you, while you ready yourself to crossover to my mother's mind. When there, you will kill her, and I will convert psychic energy into physical matter, making a corporeal form for you to inhabit. Of course, it will not look like you. You will be a different man, but have the same mind. Please, Hugo, be ready tomorrow night. Practice the routines and skills that are contained in the knowledge package that I've secreted in your mind."
Jillian pulled his hand out of her vagina and laid him back on the rock. She mounted her lovely body on his pelvis; his throbbing cock was deep and hard up in her pussy. He held her hips as she went up slowly and came down slowly on him. They both groaned together and watched their sex organs intersect and move against the others. Soon she was bobbing at a brisk pace, and an hour later, she was riding him hard. They both cried out as they orgasmed together and she fell into his embrace.
They didn't really love each other. She barely knew him. He was a man who had broken into an old couple's home and murdered them when they tried to shoot him. Reading about him in the newspaper, Jillian saw an opportunity.
Her mother was a mean witch who over-worked her and didn't want to see anything good come of her daughter. She blamed her daughter for the infidelity of her husband who had fucked, impregnated, and ran off with the former wife of a pastor. Now Jillian's life was a living hell.
But there was a way out. When you're telepathic, there are many ways out when it came to dealing with human beings, because human beings have minds and minds could be altered or even destroyed by one gifted with telepathy. But Jillian had a code she lived by. She would never kill her mother by her own hand, but she would allow access to a person willing to do her mother in for her.
Hugo Lancing was the perfect man for the job. She had crossed into his mindscape in his waking and sleeping moments. She saw what made him tick and he wasn't all that bad. A murderer's mind was just like anybody elses mind - with a few aesthetic differences. Hugo was desperate for escape, even though there was no way he could possibly escape a maximum security prison.
One night he was visited by Jillian in psychic form and she made him a proposal: if he killed her mother for her, she would help him escape and give him a new life in a new body. He didn't believe her at first, but she showed him what she could do and he was a believer instantly.
The prison guard ushered two women into Hugo's cell. "Double package delivery for Hugo," he said.
The women were dressed in jeans and wore tight-fitting t-shirts. One was blonde and the other a redhead. They were around the same age as the convicted murderer.
"Hi," he said.
"Hi," they replied.
"You two ever done this before?"
The redhead shook her head. "Not in a prison with a convicted killer."
"I hope neither of you have any sexually transmittable diseases."
The blonde arched her eyebrow. "Does that really matter? You're going to be dead in less than two days."
Hugo smiled. "You never know. I could escape or they could find me not guilty at the last minute."
"We find that hard to believe," said the redhead.
"Okay, you're not here to argue with me about my sentence, so start taking off those clothes and do what you came here to do."
The redhead and blonde stripped to reveal gorgeous skin and curves on wonderful bodies.
"Is kissing allowed? I need to know," said Hugo.
"Yes, you may kiss us while we fuck," said the blonde.
"By the way, what are your names?"
"I'm Gina," said the redhead. "And she's Alice."
"I want to fuck you both on the hard concrete floor, if you don't like that idea then you can leave and you won't get paid by the government for services rendered to a man on death row."
"I once did a guy in a thorn bush. A concrete floor should be a walk in the park," said the Alice.
Gina went to Hugo and they embraced, kissing slowly and deeply like lovers. The prison guards monitoring that wing of the prison were able to see everything that was taking place in Hugo's cell.
Hugo laid Gina flat on the concrete floor and laid on top of her. He inserted his cock into her pussy and pumped into her a hundred and three times.
Alice reclined beside them, and when he was momentarily done with Gina, he embraced and kissed Alice. Her tits were lovely and he cupped and kneaded them in his hands while kissing her. Laying her on her back, Hugo slid his cock into her pussy and plunged it repeatedly into her a hundred and ten times.
He spent another half hour fucking them from behind, but soon got bored and allowed them to leave his cell.
"Had a nice time?" said the guard who had escorted the the women to his cell.
Hugo said, "As much nice as I could get. Thanks. Next time you should join me and we'll have a foursome."
Hugo chuckled. "I was only kidding. I know you don't have a dick, so a foursome would be impossible for you, unless you wanted to use a strap-on, or your fist, or tongue."
That night, Hugo stood on the mountaintop in his mindscape. The green and white butterly came down from the blue sky. It fluttered around his head and flew off in a north easterly direction. Hugo used all his mental powers to fly after it. He fell a few feet at first, but was soon able to make himself light as an empty plastic grocery bag and propel himself forward by the power of his mind.
The world around him changed as he flew out of his mind and into the mindscape of Jillian. Hers was a strange combination of colors and filled mostly with windy plains on which grew millions of pink, yellow, and black flowers. Hugo landed in a small valley and bent down to pick up a flower.
"Uhoh, you're in big trouble, mister."
Hugo whirled up and around to see who it was: a young woman in her early twenties, African, and very beautiful. She was wearing a yellow dress with black scribbly designs that were chaotic and systematic at the same time.
"I'm sorry. Did I pick your favorite flower out of all these billions of flowers?"
The woman laughed. She had green sparkling eyes and bright yellow lipstick. "I'm Jillian. Welcome, Hugo, to Jillian's mind."
"Thanks. I was expecting to be attacked by fire-breathing dragons on my way here."
"You could have, but you got lucky this time. Who knows, maybe a dragon will stop by soon and roast you."
Using knowledge tools from the package given him by Jillian, Hugo conjured a large anti-dragon laser rifle. "Will this be enough to stop any dragon?"
"Only most dragons, not all."
He threw the weapon aside and said, "How come you look different?"
"I don't look different, Hugo. This is how I look. You're probably refering to the physical whole representation of Jillian."
"And that would be?"
"The Jillian who visited you in your mind, in your cell. She projected herself as she is in the physical world, except for the really long blonded hair. She actually keeps her hair trimmed a centimeter above her shoulders."
"And who are you?"
"I'm a part of Jillian's psyche. Twenty point one percent of her psyche, to be exact, which is a lot and I'm proud of it. She has an African friend she keeps in contact with through email. Through this correspondence, Jillian has developed a kinship with her and with kinship comes the transference of psyche matter. The form you are looking at right now is a corporation of the psyche matter transferred from Jillian's African friend."
Hugo held up his hand as what she was saying began making sense to him. "Whoa, hold on a sec. You're saying that in everyone's mind, people we make connections with have their junk dumped in our heads?"
"Roughly, yeah, but only if they make an impact or impression on you, or if your subconscious feels like something of theirs could be of use to you some day and stores it in deep, barely recollectable part of your mind."
"You and a bully at school get into a fight and the bully uses a move on you that puts you down on the floor and bleeding. You're devastated and you don't really think about the move, rather you concentrate on the pain. Five years later, you get into another fight and somehow that move from long ago pops into your head and a fraction of a second later, you execute it."
"Does this also mean I have a bully in my head?"
"No. Just a part of him, and you wouldn't have to classify it as a bullying trait."
"Damn, I'm getting sleepy talking about all this head shit."
"Follow me," said Jillian.
They were walking up a gentle slope and Hugo got hard watching her curvacious form walking in front of him in that tight yellow dress. He wanted to touch her, grab her, violate her so badly.
Jillian laughed and turned to face him. Her yellow dress turned into hundreds of small yellow and black butterflies that flew away and disappeared. She stood naked and chocolate gorgeous before Hugo. She pointed at him and his mentalized clothing disappeared as well, revealing his tough manly body and dangerous-looking erect cock.
"Wow, I wonder what it's going to be like with that cock in my pussy," said Jillian.
"Stop wondering and let's find out," said Hugo, picking her up and planting her on the soft Earth. He instantly began pumping his cock into her and cried out in ecstasy. Jillian's facial expression exuded lust and passion as she opened her legs wider and thrust up to slam into his pelvic base and balls.
Ejaculating in her, Hugo turned her over and lay beside her, spooning and pumping his cock into her pussy. He pushed her hair back and kissed her cheek. Jillian groaned and moved her top leg so he could plunge his cock deeper into her pussy. He pumped into her a hundred and twenty three times, making her cum twice and himself twice. After that, he held her to him and holding her right breast in his hand, they both fell asleep.
They awoke to the prodding of spears. Hugo rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. The nice plain was now overrun with tangled weeds and black flowers, dark grey and sinister purple clouds hovered in the sky. The prodding was done by five men who looked like a popular boyband from the 90s, except they wore midieval armour over their 90s-style attire and weilded large ugly spears and carried a shield each.
"What are you doing on our land?" said the blonde one.
"For the millionth time, this isn't your land. It belongs to all of us," said Jillian frustrated. She made a gesture and was immediately clothed in black pants and a black shirt. Hugo concentrated and white material spread all over his body.
"All white!" said the second blonde man in the group. "You're imitating our style. That's a big no no."
Hugo helped Jillian to her feet and she said, "Meet the Wrongful Accusers, Hugo. Jillian has a thing for 90s pop music and as a result, I have to share mindscape with these idiots."
"How dare you insult us," said a brunette. "We are knights of the queen."
"Okay, you guys, just sing me a song and get the heck out of here," said Jillian.
They dropped their spears and shields and sang a familiar tune. When they were finished, they smiled at Jillian, eager to hear what she would say. She looked bored when she said, "That song sounded better when the real Backstreet Boys sang it."
"Who are the Backstreet Boys?" said a raven-haired man in the group.
"Is that a rival knight team?" said another one.
Jillian pointed at them. "No, you are the Backstreet Boys. You're so stupid that you can't figure out why you even exist. You're here because she loves the BSB, but you don't sound anything like them. You're terrible singers."
They all yelled in pain and fury. Picking up their spears, they tried to skewer Jillian, who pushed Hugo safely aside. Not wanting any to harm to come to her, Hugo willed the anti-dragon laser rifle into his grasp and blasted the five BSB forms out of existence.
"Did I kill them?"
Jillian shook her head. "She'll only forget about them for a day or two, but then something will happen that will trigger a memory and they'll be roaming this place again, looking for someone to harrass. For your information, the real BSB aren't anything like these guys, except for the physical resemblance."
They traveled over two hills and came to a beautiful valley that had a small river running quietly through it and green and white flowers randomly growing on the grass. Three children all around ten years of age were playing in the water; two girls and a boy. Jillian pointed at the blonde girl and said, "That's Jillian as a little girl. The other two are her best childhood friends. This will forever be their section of her mind space. As long as she is alive, they will be safe here. I and two other psyche entities are allowed to come here because we pose no threat to them. You're here because you're with me."
Jillian led him by the hand to the river bank some yards away from where the children were playing and enjoying themselves. Both she and Hugo stripped naked and went skinnydipping in the river. They splashed water at each other and had fun, relaxing in the coolness and tranquility. The water was clear and they could see beautifully-colored fish swimming about under the surface. Hugo caught one and it easily slipped out of his grasp and fell back into the water to swim away.
Jillian embraced him and she plugged his cock firmly into her pussy, wrapping her legs around his waist and thrusting desperately against him. Hugo grabbed her ass and pumped his cock deep and hard into her pussy a hundred and forty times. She kissed him deeply for a two minutes before separating and going in search of a favorite colored fish.
Hugo saw the young Jillian looking at him. He conjured boxers over his nudity and went to the young girl. "Hi, Jillian."
"Hi. You must be Hugo."
"Are you going to kill my mommy."
"I want you to leave. Get out of my head."
"But didn't you ask for me to-"
"Ah, you're here."
Hugo turned and saw a figure floating toward him. It was Jillian, the one who came to him in his prison cell, in his dreams. She told her younger self to go play with her friends and the little girl obeyed without a word.
"I'm disappointed in you," said the blonde Jillian to the African Jillian.
"Why?" The African Jillian willed a green shirt and white pants on her frame as she stepped out of the water.
"You brought Hugo here into a forbidden place."
"I thought you'd be cool with it."
"No, I'm not. You've unintentionally corrupted my younger self with thoughts of murder. Meet me at the crystal castle in ten seconds." She vanished.
"I don't know where the crystal castle is," said Hugo.
"Hold my hand," said African Jillian.
With a single thought, she transported them instantly to the drawbridge of the crystal castle, a castle made entirely of crystal.
The Goth Chinese Jillian rode out on a Harley Davidson to meet them. "Glad you could make it, you two. Come on in." She turned and rode back.
"Thanks for the welcome," said African Jillian. She and Hugo stepped onto the crystal drawbridge and walked into the castle. Hugo was amazed by the spectacular architecture of the structure. Creatures made purely of light seemed to inhabit the ceilings, walls, and floors, traveling through the crystal.
They entered a room with a triangular table. The Jillian who resembled her physical form seemed to have all the power here. In all, there were eleven Jillians present. Hugo felt like the place was overcrowded.
"Let's get straight to the matter," said Jillian who looked like Jillian. Hugo asked African Jillian how he should refer to her and she told him that they were all Jillian, but he could think of her as Prime Jillian. She could overrule any of the Jillians at any time she wanted to and she could also destroy them. Essentially, she was the core of Jillian's multifaceted personality, her basic self.
Prime Jillian said, "The time of tyranny and oppression is coming to an end. But we must also prepare for freedom. Freedom can be just as dangerous as war. Today, I will asign to each of you a piece of mindscape to manage. You will be granted more power than you had before." She talked politics for half an hour before dismissing them with their new added powers.
African Jillian looked even more beautiful than ever. Hugo wanted to love and rape her right then.
Night fell and all the Jillians, even some other ones who hadn't been there at the meeting, were gathered around a large crystal table in the dining hall. Food was plentiful.
Prime Jillian (blonde hair floating angelically about her) asked African Jillian, "You wouldn't happen to have seen the Backstreet Boys dressed in armour, roaming the plains?"
Popping a green grape in her beautiful mouth, African Jillian said absentmindedly, "No. I think they might be in a cave somewhere listening to the echoes of their lovely voices."
Prime Jillian smiled. "That's my Backstreet Boys. Always trying to come up with a song better than their last one. And they do it all for me."
When Prime Jillian moved to another chair at the table, African Jillian whispered to Hugo, "That's the only vice she has: the BSB, but don't tell her I said that."
Two hours into the dinner, it got wild and orgiastic with all sorts of entities coming into the big dining hall. Everyone got drunk and the women - not all of them Jillians - started giving the men free blowjobs.
This is where I leave, thought Hugo. Before I rape someone against their will.
He walked slowly to the room he had been assigned. The doorway had a big bold inscription that said "Champion." Yay, I'm a hero, he slurred.
Hugo opened the door and closed it. He vomitted into a sink and let the water run down to wash all the junk away. The shower was nice and cool, but he didn't stay too long in it. His bed accepted his tired body as he collapsed down onto it.
There was knocking on his door and it woke him up. On opening, Hugo saw three figures standing outside.
"May we come in?" It was Prime Jillian's voice.
"It's your castle, but please do."
First came Prime Jillian, then Gothic Chinese Jillian, and African Jillian. Hugo closed the door after them.
Prime Jillian disrobed, as did African Jillian. Prime Jillian wore crystal bangles on her wrists and African Jillian wore gold ankle bracelets. Gothic Chinese Jillian was nude with nothing but a black cape around her shoulders and a black star painted over each nipple.
"Oh my gosh," said Hugo. "Is it my birthday?"
"No, but you could die tomorrow when you try to kill Jillian's mother. She has some dangerous things inhabiting her mind," said African Jillian.
Gothic Chinese Jillian said in a dead yet sexy voice, "You're our champion so we want to give you a champion's gift just in case you don't make it back."
"How sweet. I feel like I'm on two death rows," said Hugo.
GC Jillian pulled him to the bed and fell backwards, pulling him after her. Hugo fell into her and she quickly maneuvered his cock into her pussy. He pumped hard into her and placed a hand over one of her tits. Hugo licked the painted-black nipple, flicking his tongue like a snake over it. Jillian moaned and gyrated her hips beneath his weight, manipulating his cock in her pussy. She thrust upwards and clung onto his back.
Hugo took in the other nipple into his mouth and sucked on it, extracting milk from her breast. He sucked for ten minutes while pumping his cock meat into her cunt. Jillian pushed his hips away and jacked his cock for twenty seconds before pulling and pushing it back into her pussy, painfully pulling Hugo down into her. He groaned and hammered away into her pussy for twenty-six minutes, cumming twice in her.
He felt a soft hand push him off CG Jillian, onto his back. Prime Jillian straddled his waist on the bed and descended gracefully on his cock. Placing her hands on his stomach, she moved her pussy vertically along the length of his cock, up and down. For five minutes, she was soft and gentle. Her pace changed and she began bobbing more eagerly on his meat pole. Hugo reached upward and fondled her boobs as they jiggled wonderfully to the movement of her body. He squeezed her melons and pinched her pink nipples, not too hard. Jillian smiled, grateful of his attention to her breasts.
Leaning down to him, Jillian kissed him and probed his mouth with her tongue. She fucked him mouth-to-mouth and rammed down her ass on his lap, impaling herself deep and hard on his pole. Embracing each other tightly, they mashed their bodies together, squirming and losing themselves in fleshly pleasure for thirty-eight minutes before separating from each other, orgasming four times collectively.
African Jillian straddled Hugo's face for him to lick her pussy. He licked and sucked on her labia, kissing it deeply and grabbing her waist, he fucked her with his tongue until she squirted. Taking charge, Hugo commanded her into a doggy position and pounded her pussy two hundred and twelve times with his cock, ejaculating three times in her.
The women showered and left his room at what would have been two o'clock in the morning. They each gave him a meta-psycho energy pack that would help him in his task to destroy Ellen Marker's (Jillian's mother) mind.
When dawn broke, Hugo left the castle and stood at the edge of a large forest. The BSB emerged from the woods dressed like Robin Hood's Band of Merry Men and armed with swords, bows and arrows.
The one who looked like Kevin said, "Give us your gold! And if you have any beautiful women with you, hand them over too so they can be our forest wives!" Hugo beat the crap out of them with his bare hands, and kept pounding his fists into their faces and stomachs when they screamed for mercy.
Done with brutalizing them, he stood straight and saw his handiwork. "I don't really care about 90s pop music and culture, but you guys are really wearing me out. Fuck off, Backstreet Boys."
Chris look-alike said, "Who the heck are the Backstreet Boys and why do we keep getting beaten up because of them? This is unjust cruelty, man."
At that moment, a wormhole opened up and Prime Jillian's voice said, "Get in the wormhole, Hugo. It leads to my mother's mind. You might get attacked as you are traveling through it. The moment you step in there, there is no going back."
Hugo looked at the BSB sprawled on the ground. "Don't follow me or you'll be sorry." The boyband icons nodded as they clutched broken limbs and bleeding faces.
As he jumped into the wormhole and got sucked further in by metaphysical forces, he heard Prime Jillian calling the BSB to her castle for some tender loving attention.
Hugo's body was twisted and turned in all different directions as forces tugged and pulled on him. He thought his mind was going to snap, but applied his powers and was able to stabilize his movement through the wormhole.
Bat-winged dominatrices were the first obstacles thrown at him by the Ellen's mental defenses. This got Hugo to wondering if she was a telepath like her daughter.
One dominatrix clad in green latex cracked a whip at him. The whip had a blazing energy at its tip and it looked mentally poisonous. Hugo dodged her attempts to make contact with the whip. He closed in on her and whirled her around, ripping apart her latex pumping his cock into her ass. She shrieked in rage, but he grabbed her throat and kissed her neck, settling her down and managing to pump her five times before pushing away from her to dodge the whip of a silver latex-clad dominatrix.
"Bastard," she spat at Hugo. Dodging another attempt, he spun and connected his foot with her head. Dazed, she hovered in the wormhole space. Hugo grabbed her, ripping her latex and baring her boobs. He sucked on them and she came around.
"How dare you!" she yelled. He slapped her and kissed her full on the lips, ripping off the latex below and pushing his cock into her pussy. Her legs wrapped around his waist and she banged herself against him in midflight, losing herself in pleasure. Hugo sucked and fucked her for a minute before he used her as a shield against a red latex-clad dominatrix.
"Fucker," said Red.
"Yeah, and I'm gonna fuck you, sweetheart," said Hugo.
She swung a cricket bat at his head and he ducked, going between her legs and flipping her upside down. Hugo put his face in between her thighs and tore off the latex with his teeth. He found her bare pussy and ate it out. Red let go of the cricket bat and thrust her pussy desperately into his face. Flipping her around again, Hugo sat her on his cock and hammered upwards so hard that her breasts broke through the tight latex and flopped out. He sucked on them while she moaned and held his head against her chest.
The wind got knocked out of Hugo as a cheerleader dressed in a yellow and white outfit collided with them. It was a younger and more brutal version of Ellen (not to mention, really sexy with red hair).
She did a roundhouse kick which Hugo managed to avoid, but Red wasn't so lucky. She got it in the head and her kneck was snapped by the force of the hit.
This would be tougher than the dominatrices. Looking around, he saw four other cheerleaders. They resembled childhood friends of Ellen, but Hugo didn't know that.
A cheerleader in blue and white tried two flash punches. Hugo dodged the first, but got swiped under the chin with the second. He kneed her in the stomach and she vomitted green gas. With an open-hand punch, he sent her spiraling into the edge of wormhole space.
A purple-white clad cheerleader tried a karate chop, that he blocked aside, but didn't manage to dodge her kick to his balls. His world turned white and red before turning to black.
When he woke up, he was in a strange place that was chilly and dark.
"Where am I?"
"Welcome to my mind, Mr. Lancing." Ellen Marker materialized from the darkness and stood before him wearing tight dark blue jeans and a tight black t-shirt that revealed her voluptous redhead milf figure.
Hugo couldn't move. Black cords held him tightly, wrapping around his entire body, except for his head. He was upright, feet hovering ten inches above the ground, held by the psychonetic power of Ellen Marker.
"Okay," said Hugo. "I thought I'd be coming here to bust up the place and deal with some semi-intelligent drones."
"You would have, if I wasn't a telepath like my daughter." Ellen smirked. "She gets the telephathy from me and now she is going to be in so much trouble. How dare she use her inherited powers against the person who gave them to her. Yeah, I know she wants you to kill me. I've read her mind and yours."
"Well, this is a surprise for me," said Hugo. "Too bad, I'll be dead soon."
"Maybe I don't want you dead."
"My daughter has her code and I have my codes. My biggest code is this: I never telepathically manipulated someone's mind to make them fall in love with me. I'll make them do almost anything, except fall in love with me." A tear rolled down her face. "My husband was the only man who truly loved me, and he ditched me for some other bitch. That hurt and it turned me cold, hence the coldness in this place."
"Yeah, you could turn on the heater," said Hugo.
She ignored that remark. "Jillian made a deal with you, and now I want to make a deal with you."
"Why couldn't you have made a deal with me back when I was in prison?"
"You're still in prison, Hugo - your body, anyway. Do you want me to send you back?"
"I guess it would be better being executed tomorrow rather than being killed right now."
"Why don't you stay a while and listen to my proposition?"
"Do I have a choice?"
"No. I want you to kill my daughter, and when you've done that, I will give you a new younger body and you can live happily with me. How does that sound?"
Hugo thought: She'll kill me if I say no, and if I say yes, I'm a dealbreaker because I made a deal first with Jillian. Plus, this woman is the bad guy and I'm with Jillian, the good guy. Should I help the bad guy and live, becoming a bad guy myself, or should I say fuck it all and let her kill me?
"Ooh, very interesting thoughts going on inside your entity," said Ellen. "I see it all. There is no good and bad in this world, Hugo. There are only those who have power and those who don't have power. If Jillian had any sense, she would've killed me herself a long time ago, instead of waiting for you to come along. See what she dragged you into? She's the bad guy for putting you in this predicament. You're good, I'm good, and Jillian needs to be put out of her misery. And if I am the bad guy, wouldn't you be helping her by putting an end to her suffering? If she's dead, I can't hurt her anymore. Accept my logic, Hugo."
She gave him a passionate, longing look. "I want to love again, Hugo. Be my man. Make me a good person again."
Hugo said, "How about this: we get married and send Jillian off to some college far away. When she graduates, we make sure she gets a job and stays away from us. No one needs to get killed."
The place became colder, but Ellen's smile was deceptively charming. "Oh alright. Get Jillian to come over and we'll all kiss and make up."
"You want her to come over into your mind?"
"You're going to kill her."
Deadly calm, she said, "Of course. Bring her here."
"Okay." She directed a look right into the core of his being and shattered him to pieces before dissolving them into her mind.
"Jillian, you are in so much trouble," said Ellen, alone once more in her cold mind.
She turned and saw Hugo behind her, with an anti-telepath rifle aimed at her chest. "What the-"
He squeezed the trigger and a large brilliant beam of red energy hit Ellen, corrupting her essence and obliviating all sentient thought that belonged to her. In the physical world, her body collapsed to the floor. All she was now was a body without a coherent mind.
A month later, Marker residence.
Hugo, now inhabiting the body of a man with red hair, held Ellen's hips as he thrust his pelvis eagerly against her ass, splitting her delicious milf pussy, fucking it so good in the morning.
They were doing it doggy-style. He smacked her right ass cheek and then her left, pumping over and over again into her pussy. He kept at it for fifteen minutes before pulling out and cumming all over her ass and pussy.
Jillian came into the room and kissed her mother. "Good morning, mom," she said.
Jillian got on the bed and sucked on Hugo's cock for five minutes before sucking his balls. "Mom, help me with these."
Mother and daughter sucked on a testicle each. Hugo was in heaven. Ellen took his cock in her mouth and sucked him hard, going deep until his cock hit the back of her throat. He groaned.
Jillian sat up and kissed Hugo deeply, running her hand up and down his muscular body. He squeezed her ass and tongued her aggressively. Laying her back, he inserted his cock into her pussy and fucked her for an hour. He turned around and lay on his back so Ellen could straddle him and impale herself on his cock. She rode him for an hour and half, while her daughter sucked on her tits and kissed her passionately.
Ellen (her mind) was dead. Her body was now inhabited by a woman formerly known as Rachel Hubble, who only a few days ago was about to die from cancer until Jillian visited her in a dream and made her an offer she couldn't refuse. Now she lived a wonderful life as Ellen Marker, mother of Jillian Marker and the second wife of Henry Johnson, a billionaire television mogul.
Redheaded Henry Johnson had become super-wealthy overnight because billions of people wanted to watch a show he produced about puppet ants. Television critics were baffled about why a show with zero dollars production value could attract such a large audience. Someone joked that it was all the work of some sort of mind control.
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