Nick visits Janice on her allotment plot. As events unfold and Nick uses her, Janice becomes more and more terrified of Nick and his power over her.
Nick stopped at the edge of the allotment, looking down at Janice as she knelt by the bean row weeding.
“Feeling good, ready to find out what powers I have?” he said.
Janice kept her eyes on the plant. “Go away, Nick. Don't speak rubbish”
He smiled like he’d heard something amusing. “That tone never suited you.”
She stood slowly, wiping her hands on her trousers. She did not like the way he occupied space, like he expected it to bend around him. “I’m busy.”
“Yet you always stop when I show up.”
“I’m stopping now because you’re blocking my row.”
Nick’s gaze moved over the beds, over her face, lingering just long enough to irritate her. “You always did hate being told what to do.”
Janice folded her arms. “And you always did enjoy saying it.”
A flicker of satisfaction crossed his face. “There you are.”
She frowned. “What does that mean?”
“It means,” he said softly, “that part of you still listens.”
Janice felt a strange, unwelcome stillness in her chest. Not fear exactly. Something worse: the sense that he had touched a nerve she couldn’t name. She hated him for noticing.
“I’m not interested in whatever game this is,” she said.
Nick stepped closer. “No? Then prove it.”
Nick’s expression stayed flat, confident in a way that made her skin crawl. “Follow me to the shed,” he said, like she belonged to him.
Janice tried to plant her feet in the soil. Tried to refuse. “No.”
Her mouth said it, but the word felt thin, swallowed by the sudden pull in her limbs. She was shocked by the instant obedience her body was trying to give him, the humiliation of her own feet shifting before she’d agreed to anything. What was happening.
“What’s wrong with me?” she muttered, panic sharpening her voice. Why is my body obeying him.
Nick glanced back at her, pleased. “You’ll do what you’re told.”
Janice’s hands shook. “I don’t want to, I won't."
But her body moved after him anyway, as if some invisible force had already decided for her.
Nick didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t need to. The calm in it was worse.
“Follow me to the shed,” he said.
Janice’s stomach dropped. She tried to hold still, to lock her knees, to force the refusal into her body before it could take shape. “No.”
Nothing happened. Then, with sickening certainty, her feet shifted.
She stared down in horror as her body betrayed her, one step, then another, moving after him while her mind screamed at her to stop. “No—wait. Stop. Stop it.”
Nick glanced over his shoulder, watching her struggle with detached interest. “You always were slow to understand.”
Janice’s breathing turned ragged. She tried to dig her heels into the ground, muscles shaking, but the motion kept moving her forward anyway, as if her own limbs no longer belonged to her. “Please,” she said, voice breaking. “Please stop. I’m begging you. Whatever this is, stop it.”
He smiled, faint and cruel. “That’s the first sensible thing you’ve said.”
Her throat tightened. She hated that he could see every second of her fear, hated that he seemed to enjoy the exact moment she realised she couldn’t trust her own body. The shed door loomed ahead like a verdict.
“I can’t—” she whispered. “I can’t make it stop.”
Nick opened the door and waited, perfectly still, as if he already knew she would cross the threshold.
Janice felt that if she crossed the threshold to the shed that she would be doomed a sense of dread filled her..
Her body carried on walking and stepped into the shed. Nick closed the door behind her and locked it. Janice noticed all the windows were covered up with a thick canvas.
“Why did you bring me here?” Janice whispered. Her voice sounded small in the dim shed.
Nick smiled from the darkness.
“Because I wanted you to see what I can make you do when I’m not pretending to be kind.”
Janice’s breath caught. “What are you talking about?”
“I can make you do anything,” he said softly. “I can guide your hands, shape your thoughts, control your mind even decide which memories you’re allowed to keep. Add new false memories. Make you say what ever I want, feel what I want.
“Go on,” he said. “Tell me what I’ve made you want.”
Janice looked up at Nick, and for a moment, the world around her blurred. A strange, heavy heat began to coil in her gut.
A sudden, frantic craving seized her. She found herself imagining the sensation of his fist colliding with her skin, the sharp, stinging shock of a hard punch, followed by the rhythmic, punishing heat of a spanking. The thought didn't repel her; it electrified her. She felt a desperate, pulsing need to be bound—to feel the rough bite of ropes cutting into her wrists and ankles. She wanted him to make love to her, to abuse her, to overwhelm her with a passion that felt like a storm. In that shimmering moment, her mind and body were in total alignment, screaming for him to be her lover, her master, and her tormentor.
She opened her mouth to speak, the words almost spilling out. She was a heartbeat away from begging him to tie her up and break her, her heart hammering a frantic rhythm of submission against her ribs.
Then, as quickly as it had arrived, the haze snapped.
The passion vanished, replaced by a cold, sickening clarity. She gasped, her eyes widening in sheer terror. She looked at Nick and saw the slight, knowing curve of his lips—the predatory smile of a man who had just pulled a string.
The realization hit her with a crushing force: he had been in her head. He had reached into the depths of her subconscious and flipped a switch, forcing her to feel a lust that wasn't hers, simulating a passion that wasn't hers. He wasn't just controlling her actions; he was colonizing her desires.
Janice trembled, feeling a deep layer of violation. It was one thing to be forced to obey; it was another to be made to want him for sex. She realized with a shudder that Nick was playing a game with her very essence, turning her own mind into a weapon against her.
He stepped closer, and the shadows seemed to follow him.
“You’ve already forgotten weeks of your life, Janice. The missing hours. The conversations you can’t remember. The things you wake up knowing you’ve done, without knowing why.”
Nick leaned over her, the light from his phone screen casting a ghostly, blue pallor over his features. "Look," he commanded, holding the device inches from her face.
As Janice looked, her world fractured, she felt panic. The screen displayed a series of high-resolution photos and videos. She saw herself—naked, flushed, and utterly compliant—engaged in sex with various men and groups of men in bedrooms and unfamiliar buildings. Then, a video played of her in her own bedroom, of her making passionate love to Nick, There was a video of making love to some young boys.
In the videos, she didn't look like the terrified woman she was now. She looked eager.
The horror that washed over her was more than any other terror. The most terrifying part, however, was the void in her mind. She searched her memory for any flicker of these events—a scent, a touch, a moment of recognition—and found absolutely nothing.
"I have removed your memory of those events, I can control you totally," Nick whispered, his voice smooth and triumphant.
Janice felt like screaming. The realization that her own mind was no longer a reliable record of her life was more traumatizing than the images themselves. She felt a profound sense of violation that surpassed the physical; he hadn't just used her body, he had edited her mind.
She looked at the screen and felt a sickening detachment. She was witnessing her own life as if it were a movie, a sequence of events she had been forced to participate in while her consciousness was put to sleep. She felt a crushing weight of helplessness, knowing that there were countless other holes in her memory. She was no longer the author of her own life, she was merely a character in a *********** written by a monster.
His smile widened.
“Those gaps in your memory aren’t accidents. They’re mine. And if you keep resisting, I can take more. You don't remember all the things I have done to you, they are lost memories."
Janice stared at him, trembling.
Nick leaned toward her ear and whispered, “The worst part is that you’ll never know what I erased.”
“Say it,” Nick whispered. “Say you love me—and make me believe it.”
Janice recoiled, horror tightening her throat. The words formed behind her teeth, forced upward by something that wasn’t her will. Her lips began to move.
“No,” she thought. “Please, no. I can not say that to a man I hate.”
Nick watched her struggle with quiet amusement.
“Your voice is mine now,” he said.
Janice’s mouth curved into a smile she didn’t feel.
“I love you,” she said.
The sound came out trembling, almost convincing.
Nick tilted his head. “Again. With passion.”
Janice’s eyes filled with tears as her voice rose, warm and devoted—every syllable a lie he had planted inside her.
"I love you Nick."
And somewhere beneath the words, beneath the stolen smile, her real voice screamed in silence.
“Now,” he said, his voice low and merciless, “tell me you want to be my lover.”
Janice shook her head, but the refusal never reached her lips.
“And when you say it,” Nick continued, “your body will betray you. It will fill with warmth, desire, and longing for me—feelings you never chose but cannot stop.”
Terror spread through her as the command settled deeper than thought.
“You won’t know where your will ends and mine begins,” he whispered.
Janice stared at him in horror.
Nick smiled.
“Go on,” he said. “Tell me what I’ve made you want.”
"I want to be your lover." As she said the words her body started to become aroused, her nipples hardened, between her legs she became damp, her body wanted to feel his body pressed against her. The horror her mind felt increased she felt sick. There did not seem any escape from him.
“Come here,” Nick commanded. “Kiss me. Make it convincing. Wrap your arms around me and hold on as if you’re terrified I’ll leave.”
Janice’s body moved before she could resist.
Her arms closed around him. Her lips met his, forced into a desperate imitation of affection while every part of her mind recoiled.
Nick held her there, listening to the silent panic behind her breath. "Now kiss me with passion" Janice immediately did, her mouth open her tongue exploring his mouth, her body pressed hard against his wanting him to make love to her.
"Enough," said Nick. She stepped back, breathless and stunned at her action.
“That’s better,” he murmured. “Soon, you won’t remember that you ever hated this.”
Janice’s eyes remained open, fixed on the darkness over his shoulder.
“And when I tell you this was your idea, you’ll will believe it."
Janice suddenly wondered what had caused her to kiss Nick, she shuddered at the though of what she had done with the monster in front of her.
Say you want me here,” Nick ordered. “Say you want me close—so close there’s no space left between us, no distance for you to hide in our bodies naked together, me filling you with my cum."
Janice backed away until the wall stopped her. Her whole body shook.
“Don’t make me say it.”
Nick’s expression remained calm. “You don’t get to decide what you feel anymore. I can fill you with longing, twist fear into something that feels like desire, and make you mistake my commands for your own thoughts.”
Janice clamped her mouth shut.
Nick stepped closer.
“Say it,” he whispered. “Tell me you need me to satisfy what I put inside you.”
Her lips began to move against her will.
A broken sound escaped her throat— "make love to me Nick, penetrate me with your manhood, take me, my body desires you."
Nick smiled.
“Good,” he said. “Now you’re finally beginning to understand. Even your fear belongs to me.”
“Undress,” Nick ordered. “Shoes and socks first. Then your fleece.”
Janice froze.
For one fragile moment, she imagined that refusing might still be possible. She imagined running, screaming, doing anything that would prove her body still belonged to her.
Then her fingers moved.
She crouched and untied her shoes with trembling hands. Each small motion felt like a betrayal. When she pulled off her socks, the cold floor pressed against her feet, and panic crawled higher in her chest.
“Now the fleece,” Nick said.
Janice’s breath shuddered. The fabric caught against her wrists as she removed it, and she felt horribly exposed—not because of how much she had taken off, but because every movement was being watched, commanded, and stolen from her.
She hugged the fleece against herself.
Nick’s voice softened. “You can put it down.”
She obeyed.
Janice stood rigidly, fighting tears. Shame, terror, and helplessness churned inside her, her body craving his touch while a single thought repeated over and over:
If he can control what I do, how will I ever know which thoughts are mine?
“Remove the rest,” Nick ordered. “Leave yourself with nowhere to hide.”
Janice’s face went white.
“No,” she whispered, though the word sounded distant—even to her.
Her hands rose against her will. Panic tore through her as she obeyed, one motion at a time, she pulled her t-shirt over her head, her trembling hands unclasped her bra, exposing her breasts to him, she removed her jeans and with her mind fighting against it she removed her knickers, she felt them they were damp her body betrayed her it was desperate for Nick. She felt less like a person than a puppet being dismantled while still awake.
When she finally stood before him naked, trembling and unable to cover the terror on her face, Nick smiled.
“Good,” he said. “Now you understand. I don’t need your love. I only need your obedience.”
“Now enjoy myself” Nick said coldly. “Get down on your hands and knees. Crawl to me.”
Janice’s body obeyed before her mind could resist. Her palms scraped against the floor as she crawled across the narrow space between them, each movement mechanical and empty.
When she reached him, Nick gave another command.
Her hands moved automatically, fumbling with his clothing, stripping him naked, His dick was erect and hard. Janice stared past him, tears blurring her vision, horrified by the certainty that her body was acting without her permission.
Nick pointed at his erection.
"You want to suck it?"
"Yes, please." Said Janice while her mind screamed NO!
Janice shifted on her knees bent forward, and opened her mouth.
Her mouth closed around him. Nick watched her bowed head, enjoyed the moment. She made sounds, her cheeks hollowing while she sucked. When he bottomed out and pushed her nose to his skin, she took his entire length and swallowed reflexively.
"Oh fuck," he hissed. "I will take you many times."
Her ass lifted a little as she leaned down, giving him a clear view and easy access to touch her, he slid two fingers between her folds and dragged some of her pussy juice up and back, slipping his fingers over her asshole. He was pleased she was very wet and aroused
She stiffened a little and made a small squeak around his cock. He reached up and pulled her hair gently, tangling a hand into it. She slowed and eased off a little, catching her breath.
"Someday very soon ," he said. "I'm gonna fill your ass up with my cum."
Her eyes met his. "I'd like that." Her other hand started massaging his balls while her tongue lazily dragged up his length..
Janice didn't respond any more because she'd taken his cock in her mouth again. She said something which vibrated around it, too muffled to decipher. Then she took him deeper and made a noise in the back of her throat.
"That's it. Suck my cock, get it wet, get me ready for your cunt." Nick was panting now, enjoying the feel of her face all over his dick. He rocked a little and drove in further. She took his cock to the back of her throat, gagged, pulled off and gasped for breath. Drool dripped down her chin, and her eyes glazed a little.
"Am I doing good?" she asked.
"Yeah," Nick cupped her jaw. "You're so good. Do you like it?"
Janice nodded and swallowed. "I love it, Nick," she whimpered. Janice's mind was not loving it.
"Tell me what you want," he rasped, thrusting forward a little. She made a pleased noise.
"Say it, slut."
She squirmed, clearly desperate. "Please fuck me," she whined, wiggling her ass in invitation. "Fuck me, please, I want your cock, please, Nick please..."
"Then take it," he said.
She eagerly climbed onto his lap. When his cock sprang back upright between them she caught it in her hand and guided it to her slit. Nick grabbed her hips and watched as she lined him up. She sank down slowly, adjusting to the angle, mouth open.
Something happened when he was fully inside. Her eyes went wider, and her voice dropped even lower, nearly at a whisper. Nick dug his fingers in and started to buck. She whimpered in response.
"Fuuuuck..." she managed. "Yeah... oh god. Good. Mmm. Please."
Nick reached up, grabbed her by the back of the neck, and pulled her closer until his forehead was up against hers. Then he rocked his hips back and forth, increasing his pace.
Nick stared, mesmerized as Janice's breasts bounced every time she took his shaft. The smack of skin-on-skin broke the quiet and she made an approving noise, clinging to him harder. She dug her nails in, raked them down his spine, squeezed his shoulders, and gripped the back of his neck.
"Fuck yeah," he grunted. "This is so fucking hot."
Every time his cock rammed into her, her lips formed a slack, O New sounds leaked out of her: high-pitched, urgent moans, raspy, pleading sighs, but nothing compared to when she breathed his name against his cheek like a plea, andhe felt her body tense.
Nick felt her cunt spasm and go molten, and her hips pushed onto him like her life depended on it. He watched her face the whole time. Her eyebrows tipped up toward the middle of her forehead, and her eyes slid shut as her nails scoured his shoulders again. His cock hardened even more when she gripped him through her own orgasm.
A soft, hushed litany, like a prayer, fell from her lips. "Oh god. Oh god. Yes. Fuck. Yes."
Nick lifted one hand and brought it down across her ass. She startled a little.
He grunted and slapped her bottom again, loving the way it jiggled and rippled for him.
She nodded quickly and picked up the pace. Her thighs flexed as she rose almost all the way up his length, then moved back down. Liquid sex slid down the inside of her leg, the sounds her wetness made growing louder.That little sounds she kept letting out were making his balls tighten fast. Her orgasm seemed to have flipped some primal urge on.
One of her hands left his chest and grabbed her own breast, squeezing and tugging at the nipple while she rode.
"Please fuck me, fuck me, fuck me hard, fill me with your cock..."
She slammed herself onto him as hard as she could, eyes rolling shut and voice breaking. "I'm... I'm your slut...I'm Nick's perfect slut..."
His balls tingled, tightened, and her cunt clenched him deep as she sank down one final time.
The second her own orgasm began to ebb, his exploded upward. Hot, strong spurts jetted into her suddenly. Janice shrieked. They held eye contact as she moved on him as fast as possible, refusing to stop or slow down. She worked, cajoled, and squeezed it out of him until every last drop had been milked.
Janice slumped against him.
He'd wanted this for so long, but the reality was beyond what he could have possibly imagined. It had exceeded all expectations. Janice had to be his for life, for him to fuck as his own living sex doll. Nick knew then he was going to enjoy breaking her mind and will and slowly he was going to wipe her of any personality she would be an empty shell for him to use, a fuck doll. He was looking forward to it. He just needed Emma and the organisation, the illuminate to agree.
“Remember what I gave you,” he said. “That need to surrender. That certainty that you wanted me to punch and spank you, you wanted to enjoy it you wanted me to fuck you. Well that is about to happen both your body and this time your mind are going to crave my touch and any pain I impose on you, you will enjoy it and ask for more!.”
Janice shook her head, though the movement was small and unsteady." She feared what she was going to ask Nick to do to her, she feared that she knew she was going to enjoy it and participate in her own degregation.
He could have forced her body into obedience without touching her. She knew that. A command would have been enough: stand here, hold still, let him do whatever he wished. Instead, he picked up the rope and let her see it. Janice's body turned its back to him and moved her hands behind her back. She could not stop him. Janice felt the rope wrap around her wrists several times Nick pulled it tight so that the rope dug into her flesh. He took another length of rope and tied one end tightly around her neck and fed the other end of the rope over a beam in the shed roof and he pulled on the rope. Janice had to stand on tip toe to avoid been strangled.
Nick stood in front of Janice smiling but not saying anything. She felt terror knowing what was about to do to her mind.
Janice looked at Nick waiting for him to say some command word. As she braced herself Janice realised how good looking Nick was. She wanted to kiss him and please him. The rope around her neck was rubbing slightly and her legs were aching from standing on tip toe. She found the ache a turn on. She was feeling aroused at exhibiting her naked body to him. Between her legs pussy juice was starting to leak from her. Janice looked at some garden canes in the corner of the she, "whip my buttocks with one of those canes please," she asked of Nick. Nick picked a cane up and rubbed it against her buttocks and then whipped her buttocks hard with it. There was a loud crack as it hit her skin and she cried out with the pain. Janice found the pain was stimulating her body. "Again." she asked of Nick and did, thwack the bamboo cane hit her.
Nick laid the cane down and stood in front of Janice. She felt elated when she realised he was about to punch her. Janice knew the punch would please him and she looked forward to the pain.
Nick hit Janice hard in the stomach it winded her and caused her to nearly double up, as her toes came off the cold floor she found herself hanging from her neck, despite the pain from her stomach she managed to regain her balance on tip toe. "Again," she said. Nick hit her with a combination of about six punches hitting both her breasts and stomach another two punches to her head left her stuuned. Her breasts felt bruised the pain triggering a sensation of arousal her nipples hardened, the blows to her stomach knocked her off her feet. She again found herself hanging by the neck with the rope digging into her throat and neck it cut off her oxygen supply she could not breath and she was so stunned from the blows to her head she could not for many seconds regain her footing the lack of oxygen made her dizzy a pleasant buzz in her head. Still gasping for breath Nick hit her again two punches to her face and her stomach, before Janice's could place her toes back on the floor Nick started to punch her again and again she was like a punch bag each blow causing her to swing at the end of the rope.
Janice could not regain her footing the sensation of lack of oxygen to her brain caused a buzz in her head that was not unpleasant. On the verge of unconsciousness Nick cut the rope around her neck and she slumped to the floor gasping.
Janice felt her ankles being grabbed and then being turned over on her back. She watched as he raised her legs up in the air and then his cock at the entrance of her vagina. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." She yelled out as he drove his dick into her in one movement and plowed into her with one quick push. She panted for air as it plowed in and out of her. Her pussy was dripping wet as she was being turned on like she never had been before.
His cock was so hard and Janice started to buck forward to meet his thrusts enjoying the feeling. She she longed for more and more of it. She was near cumming and then climaxed. Janice looked at Nick knowing she had found what she wanted someone to beat her and love her, she wanted to kiss him and hug him. She felt him withdraw his dick from her ishe was disappointed not to feel him cum inside her. She felt him grab her ankles again and turned her over on her stomach. She knew what he had in mind and did her best to move into a position that made access to her anus easier. She felt his cock at the entrance to her asshole.The pain ripped all through her body as his cock plowed inside her tight opening. The fire in her ass was unbearable as she screamed and screamed for him to go deeper into her. As his cock kept going deeper and deeper inside. She relaxed and the pain passed. His cock was now fully implanted in her anus and was working in and out at small intervals, he grabbed her hair keeping her head pinned back while he fucked her ass. Janice started rotating her ass on his cock. She felt his cum shoot up her asshole as she begged him to continue his onslaught of her ass. When he withdrew his cock he slapped her buttocks hard.
After a short pause Nick cut the ropes from her wrists, "suck me," was all he said. Janice dropped to her knees in front of him, she looked up at his eyes and said with a sultry tone, "Yes, sir."
Janice wrapped her lips around him and felt his cock in her throat.
Nick didn't say anything, but could feel from the way his body vibrated with every stroke of her tongue and every suck on his cock that it was everything he needed. He whispered to himself, "Fuck," as his eyes rolled back in his head
Janice kept going and his body kept shaking. She was ready to spend forever with her lips wrapped around him but he pulled away. He stepped behind her and leaned down. He kissed her neck as his large hand rubbed against her throat and choked her softly.
He ran his fingers through her hair and grabbed onto it before lowering her head towards the carpet. Janice pushed ass in the air and felt him slowly push his cock into her vagina. It felt like pure ecstasy. His movements were slow at first. He enjoyed teasing her, knowing she wanted more. Then, he started to get off on the scream Janice made every time his cock went deeper and deeper.
He picked up the pace and her whole body started vibrating. Janice moaned louder and louder as he continued. It felt like she had finally found her place in the world. She belonged right here, with Nick behind her, doing whatever he wanted.
As Janice climaxed she screamed his name. She roared at the top of her lungs, "Fuck! Nick!" He didn't stop he continued humping her hard, then he shivered and spurted his cum into Janice.
She looked up at him, covered in sweat, and still a little dazed from the pounding he had given her. Janice whispered, "Nick, you can have any part of me you want."
Nick released her mind, she could remember everything they had done, the sex, punches and slaps, she was bruised and sore.
One part of her screamed that she was being violated, that nothing she felt under his influence could count as consent. Another, shaped by Nick’s power, supplied warmth
“Soon,” he said, “you won’t remember which thoughts were yours.”
Afterward, the room was quiet. Janice was thinking about why she had asked Nick to control both her mind and body. She reflected on the events.
The most frightening part of the events were was not that she had felt compelled to want him. It was that the feeling had seemed intimate, convincing, and real while it lasted.
And somewhere beneath the fear, a question kept repeating:
If he could make her mind want anything, how would she ever know what she truly wanted again?
Nick instructed Janice, "go home and return to this shed tomorrow at 9am, you will remember everything about today but are not able to tell anyone not even you husband."
Janice spent the whole night worrying about returning to the shed. She decided not to go, stand Nick up. Janice's body had other plans, how ever hard she tried her body took her to the shed.