Memory Manipulation & Flight 3
I cut through the night air, gliding between the city's skyscrapers.
Freed from the clutter of noise on the ground, feeling nothing but the grain of the wind against my skin, I arrived at the most luxurious penthouse this skyline had to offer — the highest point in the city.
A height no one on the ground could ever reach. But for someone with the power of Flight, it was nothing more than an arm's length away.
I descended in silence and came to a stop before a vast pane of floor-to-ceiling glass.
Beyond the window, in a sprawling living room, a woman in silk pajamas sat alone, drinking wine. She looked to be in her mid-thirties, with a face that was both haughty and, somehow, deeply lonely. Her carefully maintained pale skin, the smooth line of her collarbone, the mature curves visible beneath her nightclothes — all of it stood in stark, provocative contrast against the pitch-black night sky.
She stared blankly at the city lights beyond the glass and let out a sigh. Her wealthy husband was apparently out again tonight. The empty penthouse held nothing but a cold, hollow silence.
"Alright. This time, let's have a little fun with this lady's memories."
I drifted right up to the glass and tapped lightly on the thick double-pane. Tap. Tap.
A strange knocking sound echoed through the quiet living room. She startled violently and turned her head. And the moment she found me — floating in midair a hundred stories up, with nothing holding me aloft, looking down at her — her wide eyes flooded with terror.
"Ah...! Aaaaah!"
She dropped the wine glass. Shards scattered across the floor, and red wine soaked into the carpet. She stumbled backward, trying to scream, but the scene was so utterly unreal that her voice wouldn't even come out properly.
Watching her pale lips tremble with fear, I broke into a wide grin. Now it was time to open that window, step inside, and plant an entirely different past inside her head.
I lightly opened the closed balcony door and stepped through, toward the woman frozen in shock. A gale from a hundred stories up whipped the living room curtains into a frenzy, but she couldn't even think of running. She just stared at me.
I snatched her around the waist as she backed away and pulled her into my arms. My body, still carrying the cold night air, pressed against the heat of her silk pajamas.
"You... don't tell me you've already forgotten?"
I laid my hand on her trembling forehead. Through my fingertips, a light like blue mist — the glow of my power — sank into her temple.
Memory Manipulation: Active
In an instant, the fear of an intruder flowing through her brain cells sparked and burned away, vanishing. What filled that space instead were memories of a secret, filthy affair we'd been carrying on behind her husband's back for five years.
But it wasn't a simple affair. I forcibly implanted, in the deepest part of her unconscious, an abnormal tendency: the ability to feel pleasure through pain. In those memories, she was a severe masochist, worn down by her husband's indifference, who only felt alive when I thoroughly destroyed her body.
"Ah... aah..."
Her eyes went strangely unfocused, pupils dilating. The past was being rewritten in real time inside her brain. False memories of me grabbing her by the hair, slapping her face, hurling humiliating words at her while she, drunk on ecstasy, kissed the top of my foot — they consumed her soul.
"I'm sorry, baby... I must have lost my mind for a second. You were looking at me through the window — why was I so scared...?"
The terror was gone. In its place, her eyes filled with a desperate craving, a light of submission. She trembled in my arms and clutched at the hem of my shirt of her own accord.
"I remember now... how much you hurt me every time you came. What took you so long? I missed you!!! Ah... just thinking about it, I feel like I'm getting wet. How are you going to wreck me tonight? Please... I want it now. Trample me..."
With a look of rapture, she bent her knees and knelt on the wine-stained floor. The elegant lady in her mid-thirties was gone. Her entire life rewritten by a single touch of my fingers, she looked up at me like a dog waiting for nothing but painful pleasure.
I grabbed a fistful of her thick hair as she knelt there, lost in ecstasy, and yanked it hard.
"Ah—! Hah, hah... yes. This feeling. You have no idea how much I've missed this hand."
Even with pain sharp enough to rip the hair from her scalp, she flushed and panted harder. I kept my grip and dragged her like an animal across the floor, then threw her onto the king-size bed in the bedroom.
Her mature body bounced on the plush mattress, and through the silk pajamas the pale curves of her thighs and ass flashed into view, dizzyingly exposed.
"You said your husband isn't coming home tonight, right? Then I can use that pussy and that ass of yours as my toys until morning. Spread them. You bitch."
At my blatant vulgarity she shuddered and twisted her legs together. In her memories, I was already the cruel master who had pried open and violated every last one of her most secret holes. She crawled toward the headboard on her own, hiked her ass high in the air, and begged.
"Yes, baby... my husband's garbage. All he cares about is money. I... I missed you so much. Go ahead. Do whatever you want. Ruin me with that cock of yours. I want to be punished. Hit me."
I climbed on top of her, pressed one hand firmly around her slender throat, and with the other seized the chest of the expensive silk pajamas she was wearing.
Riiip, riiiip—!
A sharp tearing sound, and the luxurious fabric shredded like a rag. Her firm breasts sprang free into the open air, and her pink nipples swelled hard with shame and arousal. I didn't stop — I tore her bottoms off just as roughly.
"Aaaahn! My clothes... they're all...! Hah, it feels so good, do it rougher, just wreck them!"
Scraps of silk scattered across the bed, and at last the mature, dense body of this woman in her thirties lay fully, shamelessly displayed at my feet. The well-kept flesh around her pussy already glistened with wetness, and the muscles around her clenched asshole trembled, waiting for the cruel games still to come.
I looked down at her naked body, exposed through the wreckage of her clothes, and smiled a thin, ugly smile.
"Now then. What should I do with you."
From here on, it was time to push the proper mistress of this penthouse all the way to the end of the hell of pleasure that Memory Manipulation had built for her.
Her back, bare of a single thread as she lay face-down on the bed, was so white and smooth under the lights it looked almost translucent. Her carefully maintained, firm ass rose provocatively toward the ceiling, and between her spread legs the red inner flesh of her pussy, already wet with arousal, flashed into view.
I looked down at the sight with satisfaction and slowly unbuckled the leather belt at my waist.
Slither, clink—.
At the metallic sound of the buckle, her shoulders flinched. Not from fear — from a vicious anticipation of the harsh pain about to arrive.
"Baby... hurry, I can't take it! I'm cheating on him. Punish me. Hurt me!!"
She buried her face in the mattress and hiked that bursting ass even higher, begging. I folded the leather belt in half, gripped it, and swung it without mercy at her full right ass cheek.
Crack—!
A sharp report rang through the quiet penthouse bedroom. A vivid red belt mark bloomed instantly across her pale ass.
"Aaaah! Hah, hah...! Yes, that's it! Harder, hit me harder, baby!"
The scream melted almost at once into ragged breathing mixed with rapture. The moment the pain struck her brain, a gush of wetness spilled from her pussy and ran down her thighs. I didn't stop. I whipped both ass cheeks and the tender inner flesh of her thighs in turn.
Crack, slap! Crack!
With every blow her mature body jolted, and her pale skin flushed red, swollen and burning as if it might split. Shame and pain and overwhelming pleasure shredded her reason.
"Aaaaah more, more... hah hah!!!"
She clutched the sheets, twisted her hips, and shoved her swollen red ass even closer toward me. I threw the belt aside and roughly spread those burning cheeks.
"Yeah, look at that pussy twitching. You fucking bitch. I'll fuck you properly."
I dragged my cock — swollen to bursting — all over the soaked entrance of her pussy and around her tensed, dusky asshole, stimulating everything at once.
"Ah, nngh! Baby, your... that thick thing is touching me...! The places you hit are burning so hot I feel like I'm going to catch fire inside! Put it in now! Shove it in a hole, hurry, hah hah!"
She rubbed her ass between my thighs, howling for the sadistic sex from her rewritten memories. That backside, ruined with red lash marks, was already perfect proof that she had fallen into a slave of my body.
"Ah, nngh! Baby, please...! I can't take it anymore, just fuck me already!!"
Answering her pleading voice, I seized both of her ass cheeks — swollen crimson with belt marks — and squeezed so hard my nails dug in. The flushed flesh warped wretchedly in my grip. Then I drove my bursting cock straight down into that soaked, split-open hole.
Thrust, split—!
"Aaaaaah! Baby! Ah, aahn! It's so big, so deep, keep going in!"
She buried her face in the sheets and screamed herself hoarse. In the silent bedroom a hundred stories up, the wet, brutal sound of flesh slamming into flesh filled the air.
Thud, thud, grind, thud!!
I didn't let up. I drove my hips into her without mercy, and with one hand I roughly shoved two fingers into her tightly clenched asshole.
Squelch, shove—!
"Ah! Aah! There, there too...! Hah, hah! My pussy and my ass are both so full I can't even breathe...! It feels so good, I'm so happy, baby!"
The strange, overwhelming pressure of both holes being violated at once sent a shudder through her entire body. I growled like an animal and slapped her ass again with an open palm, no holding back.
"How is it, you filthy bitch? You like it? Nngh, want it harder?"
Crack, slap—!
"Aahn! Hit me more! Keep hitting me while you fuck me! Harder!! I don't care if I tear, hwaaah!"
Every time the slap landed, her insides clamped down as if they meant to crush me, and the ass muscles around my fingers convulsed and sucked them in. The elegant lady was gone. The woman writhing her ass beneath me, screaming in pain and pleasure, was nothing but a doll that responded only to my stimulation.
I yanked her hair back, forced her head up so she could see her own filthy state clearly, and drove even deeper, as if I meant to crush her womb. As the grip inside her grew tighter and tighter, the urge to come settled heavy in my hips. I yanked myself out of her in one motion, a wet, filthy sound following.
At the sudden emptiness she twitched her ass and looked back, and I slammed her face into the sheets by the hair and spat a curse.
"You like that, you fucking bitch? Getting fucked like this behind your husband's back makes you even wetter, doesn't it?"
"Hah, hah...! Yes, I like it... I like it so much, baby! I'm a dirty slut so please talk to me dirtier! Baby, hah hah!"
I dragged my cock, glistening with her wetness, roughly against the clenched entrance of her ass. Then, without a shred of mercy, I shoved it in to the hilt in one stroke.
Grind, shooove—!
"Aaaaaah! Baby! Not there, not there...! Ah, aaaahn! It's going to tear! It's too biiiig!"
The pressure was incomparably tighter than her pussy. She arched like a bow and screamed. That once-proper lady's ass stretched grotesquely around my thick shaft. I slapped her ass again hard enough to split my palm and slammed my hips into her.
Crack! Thud, thud—!
"Want me to come in your ass? How about it? If I dump a load of cum in this filthy hole your husband has never even seen, you'll have to live as my slave for the rest of your life. You understand?"
"Yes! I want it! Come! Fill that hole with your cum, baby! I don't even remember that man anymore! Aaaahn! I'm, I'm coming! I'm commiiing!"
At the peak, her ass muscles clamped down in spasms as if they meant to snap me in half. I was at my limit too. I seized her hips as if I meant to break her pelvis and poured a waterfall of white cum deep into that tight, burning gut.
Pulse, gush—!
"Aaaaaaaahn—!"
At the sensation of hot liquid striking her inner walls, her eyes rolled back and she collapsed onto the bed as if she'd passed out. I kept coming, and coming, for a long time.
"Hah hah hah hah....."
Even after I finished, I didn't pull out. I savored the feel of my cock still twitching, filling her ass with my cum. After a while I slowly withdrew, and from that swollen red hole the white traces I'd left mixed with her wetness and oozed out in thick strands.
And so the mistress of the penthouse lay there, her most secret place filthy with my mark, panting raggedly in a haze of rapture.