Here’s part 2 of Mind Reader! Just a reminder, if you follow my Patreon for only 1 dollar a month, y

Here’s part 2 of Mind Reader! Just a reminder, if you follow my Patreon for only 1 dollar a month, you get to read all the stories I write a week early, plus vote on content you’d like to see, PLUS chat with me on Discord! Finally, you could relax. The last few months were nothing more than a blur to you. A hot, sexy, messy blur of passion and submission, but a blur nonetheless. For some unknown reason, you had gained the ability to read people’s minds. This led to you being exposed to all the sick, nasty, and depraved things they thought about you, which in turn led to you knowing exactly what peopled viewed you as. This spiraled out of control until you were nothing but a fuckpet, seeing yourself through the eyes of all the perverts that surrounded you. You were able to control it at first, by just focusing your thoughts on your boss. You figured, if you just let your mind’s ability to pick up on everybody’s lust channel itself on one person, you’d be perfectly safe. And true, it helped a lot! You even became quite proficient at it, able to essentially block out pretty much everything except your boss’s thoughts. This led to you being one of the best and most productive employees in the office, able to immediately respond to things nobody else even knew were happening. But unfortunately for you, your boss was just as much of a pervert as everybody else around you. On one of your “visits” to his office, you picked up on a new desire of his: to share you with one of his higher-ups. Despite everything you had contributed to the firm, especially in the last few months, he still saw you as fuckmeat and nothing more. He planned on loaning you out, whoring you out, to his superiors, knowing that sex always sells and you’d be the perfect sales pitch. With your slutty mouth and dripping pussy, he’d have you suck and fuck his way to the top of the corporate ladder, keeping you on a metaphorical (although in his mind, literal) leash, being his little pet to make him rich and successful. And unfortunately for you, your months of tuning your mind to his made you even more susceptible than usual to his perversions. With all his new ideas bouncing around in your head, it became impossible to tell where what he wanted started and what you wanted began. So you became his loanbunny, an eager set of holes willing to please anybody to get a fleeting “good girl” thought from your boss. Soon, he wasn’t just your boss: he was your master. He owned you and there was nothing you could do about it. Not that you wanted to do anything about it; you were thoroughly enjoying yourself. Sure, maybe it was your master who was enjoying watching you be nothing but a dumb skank, but to you it didn’t matter. What your master wanted, you wanted, and what your master wanted you to do, you did. You, of course, lost your job. Master fired you and filled your spot with somebody who, while less skilled than you technically were, wasn’t as malleable and whorish as you. You became his live-in maid of sorts, serving not just Master, but anybody he brought over. Some very special VIPs got keys to his apartment so they could come over and use you at any time, and you couldn’t care less. Then one day, Master left on a business trip. He told you to be a good girl, and that you were to open the door for any guests who came by, key or no key, but after two days nobody had shown up. You were restless, bored, and aimless. You hadn’t used your own brain in god knows how long. As far as you knew, it was totally fried, incapable of doing any processing on its own. Mindlessly, you sat down and turned on the TV, a rote task hardwired into your muscle memory from years of doing exactly that. A cooking show was playing. The man on the television was making some kind of Italian food. You registered the ingredients. You registered the knives. You registered his words. Slowly, you realized that your brain did indeed still work, and not only that, but it was completely quiet. Well, not completely. You could still hear faint buzzes from the people in the building and on the street, but compared to the overwhelming roar of Master, they were nothing. Your mind was free to wander once again. You flipped through the channels. It had been so long since you were “free” you didn’t even know what to do. Since you were told to be a good girl, you focused on that. The eagerness you had to obey, however, was gone, and soon you found yourself going back through the past year or so. With growing disgust, you realized just how messed up you had been. Your ability to read minds had seriously fucked you up, and now you were essentially unemployed, serving a guy you didn’t even particularly like in every way he wanted, plus you were his willing tool to corporate godhood. With your disgust grew anger at the man who had taken advantage of you. You were an independent woman! How dare he treat you like an animal! Almost like the TV could hear your thoughts, you hit a channel playing a special on the Earth. Scenes of forests, rivers, mountains, and deserts flashed across the screen. You saw animals living quietly. You saw trees waving lazily. You saw perfect tranquility. You stood up. Nothing in your life had ever been more clear than this. Striding into the bedroom, you threw into a backpack as many warm clothes as you could find. You grabbed a credit card from a drawer, and with your satchel in hand, you marched out of the building. Stopping at a supermarket, you picked up loads of dried food. Fruits, granola, and jerky were what were going to sustain you on your bid for absolute freedom until you learned how to care for yourself. You stopped at the library and opened up tab after tab of information on how to get by in the wilderness. Your ability to concentrate slowly went down, however, as the voices started to grow louder. It seemed you had a time limit before you were overwhelmed by the sick fantasies of everybody around you. Printing off everything you weren’t able to memorize, you shoved the sheets of paper into the already-full sack and caught a bus to the edge of the city. Tossing your cellphone into the freeway, you turned your back on civilization and set off to parts unknown. Sitting under your shelter, you sighed to yourself. There was something incredibly peaceful about having to answer to nobody but yourself. You had already made plenty of preparations for Winter, so once the temperate weather changed to snow and ice, you’d be ready to buckle down and survive. It had been six weeks since you disappeared. You hiked for two of those weeks almost nonstop, putting as much distance as possible between you and your former life. You waded through creeks and crossed hills to try and tire out and through off any search parties that might be looking for you, and despite the cold at night, you made sure not to start any fires that might alert somebody to your location. It wasn’t until your mind was completely unable to pick up on any signals from anybody that you decided to settle down and make a spot for yourself deep in the forest. It hadn’t been easy at first. You wound up having to use many of your valuable sheets of information as fire starter as you struggled to get the hang of making fire by hand. And while finding berries and mushrooms was easy enough, your stomach growled for a whole week while your traps and hooks failed to catch anything. But before you were a month in, your resolve rewarded you. Now you could catch enough food for yourself for the day with ease, and you were able to stockpile on everything just in case you got injured or the weather suddenly went south and you were unable to hunt. It had been a test of endurance, but you survived, and now you were free. Walking out, you made your way to your favorite sitting rock and started meditating. You had discovered just how wonderful it was to completely untether your mind, and not even let yourself be in control of your thoughts. Your time being enslaved to others was over, and now you were going to end your time being a slave to yourself. A small grin spread over your face as the sun shone down on you, warming you up and filling you with mirth. Then, you felt it. The familiar electric shock you were sure you had managed to leave behind when you left. You quickly stifled it and it died out, but you knew what you had felt. Somebody’s thoughts had managed to reach you. Horror set in as you realized your powers must just be getting stronger, or somebody was close by, or both. You hadn’t brought a map, so there was no way to say just how close to hiking trails or popular fishing spots you might be, but considering how you hadn’t felt anybody’s presence until today, you knew it was unlikely. Your meditation broken, you hurried back to camp. Panicking, you paced around your smoldering campfire, trying to think of a course of action. Your meditation had made your mind stronger. Perhaps you’d be able to keep quiet any voices? But you knew that if your power kept growing, you’d never be able to rest peacefully. What if it covered the entire world? What would you do then? What if it started pinging your thoughts to other people? The possibilities of what could happen started making you panic, so you sat down and took a few deep breaths. And you felt it again. Sharp. Strong. Something about it was different, though. Your curiosity getting the better of you, you reached your mind out to it. The feelings kept hitting you. Something about it was primal, almost. Unformed and animalistic. This wasn’t like anything you had ever experienced before. Focusing, you tried to work out what exactly you were picking up on. Then it suddenly changed. The aimless mess of emotions had definitely sensed you, and now it was getting closer. Terrified, but too curious to move, you felt it grow closer and closer, and stronger, until finally… A lone wolf entered your field of vision. You softy gasped as you both made eye contact. Your mind reading, however, told you that it was far more scared of you. It had seen creatures like you before, and it absolutely didn’t like you or your kind. You weren’t able to pick up why, but you could guess. Knowing that it had sensed you, you tried soothing it. Maybe your powers could now work both ways? To your amazement, it worked. The wolf started calming down. Slowly but surely, you were able to build up communication with it. Encouraging it to come closer to you, it, no, he, stood next to you. You reached out a hand, telling him that it was all ok, and started stroking his fur. He liked that. You kept stroking. He licked your face. You giggled, then licked him back. Unfortunately for you, your powers had grown, but your mind had actually weakened. Having spent so much time meditating and not enough time sharpening yourself, it left you open and suggestible. By opening up a two-way connection, you caught yourself in a feedback loop without realizing it, and soon everything human in you was gone as your mind became more and more wolf-like. Likewise, the wolf started seeing you as more and more like a wolf as your humanity left you, and having a new female in its pack, it knew exactly what to do. So did you, as you got on all fours and offered your pussy to your new alpha. The wolf mounted you with ease, your pussy wet and eager to be bred by your one and only god. Your mind continued to melt as he thrust in and out, his huge penis stretching you wide as you howled and moaned into the dirt. Unable to close the link between you, since you were no longer aware that you even had mind-reading powers, you let his pure animal lust fill you up as his cum did. Completely feral, you followed him back to his pack, where the other male wolves quickly made their way to you. You were never found. In a way, your foray into the forest had been a success. You were now too busy being a horny bitch in heat for your new family to even care about your old life and old responsibilities. You were completely free to live out the rest of your days being the alpha’s go-to cumdump, and nothing could make you happier. -- source link

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