I never meant for it to go this far, but once I learned how to slip inside her, there was no going back. It started with a stolen glance at the coffee shop where she worked. Her name was Lena, twenty-three, with that soft, curvy build that made every man stare a second too long. I was just a regular guy with a weird gift, the kind that lets me reach out with my mind and slide into someone else's skin like it's my own. The first time I possessed her, it was an accident during a late-night fantasy. One moment I was in my apartment jerking off to thoughts of her, the next I was staring out through her eyes, feeling the weight of her breasts against her thin tank top and the slick heat already building between her thighs.
Lena's body felt alive in ways mine never had. Her skin was smoother, more sensitive, every nerve ending tuned to a higher pitch. I made her hands move without her knowing, cupping those full tits and pinching the nipples until they stiffened into hard peaks. She gasped in her sleep, but I kept control, whispering commands inside her head that she thought were her own dreams. "Touch yourself," I told her silently. "Spread those legs and feel how wet you are for me." Her fingers slid down, parting the soft folds of her pussy, and I felt the rush of her arousal flood through us both. She was dripping, her clit swollen and begging, and I used her own hand to rub it in slow, deliberate circles until her hips bucked against the sheets.
Possessing her became my obsession. Each time I took over, I pushed further. I made her dress differently, tighter clothes that hugged her ass and showed off the outline of her nipples. At work, I'd have her bend over the counter just right so customers got an eyeful, all while she smiled and chatted like nothing was wrong. But the real power came at night. I'd possess her fully, locking her consciousness in a hazy corner of her mind while I took her body out to play. One evening I drove her to a seedy motel, her legs trembling with the need I'd built up inside her.
I stripped her naked in front of the mirror, making her watch as I explored every inch. Her pussy was shaved smooth and pink, lips already glistening. I spread them wide with her fingers, dipping two inside and fucking her slowly, feeling the tight walls clench and the juices coat her hand.
The sex was raw and constant. I possessed her during a date with some clueless guy, forcing her to ditch him and bring home a stranger instead. In her apartment, I had her drop to her knees and suck his cock like she was starving for it. Her mouth stretched around the thick shaft, tongue swirling the head while I controlled every bob of her head, making her take him deeper until tears pricked her eyes and saliva dripped down her chin. When he bent her over the bed and slammed into her from behind, I felt every thrust echo through her core. Her tits swung with the force, her ass rippled, and her pussy gripped him like a vice. I made her beg for it harder, voice hoarse with the commands I fed her. "Fuck me deeper, use this cunt," she moaned, and I came with her, her walls pulsing around him as orgasm after orgasm ripped through the body I owned.
The psychological edge was what kept me hooked. Lena started noticing the gaps in her memory, the way her body ached with unfamiliar pleasure and marks from rough hands. She fought it sometimes, but I was stronger. I'd possess her in the shower, making her finger her ass while the water streamed over her, stretching that tight hole and imagining it was my cock claiming every part of her. Or I'd have her edge for hours, bringing herself to the brink with toys I made her buy, then stopping just before release until she was sobbing and begging in her own head for permission to come.
Eventually, the lines blurred. I started staying longer, days at a time, living as her. We'd go out, her body dressed in slutty outfits I'd chosen, and I'd pick up men or women to fuck while she watched helplessly from inside. One night with two guys at once, I had her on all fours, one cock pounding her pussy while she sucked the other, spit and pre-cum mixing on her lips. I controlled the rhythm, making her rock back and forth to take them both deeper, her body used like a toy for my pleasure. The orgasms were shattering, her juices squirting down her thighs as I forced her to come again and again.
In the end, I knew I couldn't let her go. Possessing Lena had become my favorite way to fuck, her body responding to every filthy command I gave. She was mine now, completely, and every time I slipped inside, the sex got hotter, dirtier, more intense. Her moans were my moans, her orgasms mine to steal and multiply. And she was starting to like it, even if she wouldn't admit it.
