Tina had told them that l'd r*ped her. Truly I had used my switches to turn her on, and make her pvssy wet, but I did not and couldn't control her mind! I didn't force her to do anything.
And for that, I had been kidnapped, tied up, and beaten.
Thankfully my name was clear now, though I wondered what the others would say of the aftermath.
"get up!". I commanded
As I spoke, I finally found the switch that kept
moving without any effort from me. It was a switch in Tina; the one I had used to make her wet every time I speak, but now it was working on its own, without my control.
Slowly Tina stood up, and I tried to be patient, but I was still seething inside.
"Nick, l'm so sorry-"
"I don't want to hear it," I cut her off.
"Right now, I am in a lot of pain, and I have no idea where l'm at. I need you to take me home."
Oh, how it galled to tell her that, but I really had no clue where I was, and didn't feel like trying to walk through the snow, till I found out. I was just glad that l'd fallen asleep in my work clothes, shoes and all.
"O-Okay..." Tina stammered, and followed me up the stairs.
"I'll take you home. It's the least I can do."
Damn straight, it's the least you can do, I thought, but didn't say anything.
The night air was frigid as l stepped outside, and followed her to her car. Every step hurt, and every breath was a chore, but none of it is compared to the pain l'd suffered from overusing my ability.
The drive home was short, and Tina continued to prattle on about how sorry she was, and how she would make it up to me.
I just closed my eyes, and let her talk, wishing I could use switches on myself, so that I could block the pain.
When she pulled up to my apartment, I got out, and was surprised when she did too.
"What are you doing?" I demanded.
"You're hurt. I want to make sure you make it alright."
I was in too much pain, and too tired to argue, and truth be told, it helped to lean on her a little bit, as we walked up to my apartment.
I dug the keys out of my pocket, expecting that she would leave then, but she followed me in.
"Oh," I heard an exclamation as I walked into the lit dining room to find Dennis awake,
"what happened?"
"A little misunderstanding," I said, sarcasm dripping from my tone.
"I tried to stop them," Dennis said earnestly,
"but Dan held me down as they carried you out.
He told me not to call the police, or they'd come for me next."
"And where were you?" | I turned and asked Tina.
"I was brought into the basement after..." She replied quietly.
"Richard said he had a surprise for me, and had me blindfolded. When he removed the blindfold, they had you tied up."
I just nodded, too exhausted to care anymore. Tina followed me to my room, and I wondered if she was going to help me do everything from now on.
"Go home Tina. Your mom is probably worried about you. I can take care of myself."
I could still feel that switch moving every time I speak, making her pussy wetter, and then turn back off when I stopped speaking. I wondered briefly if I had accidently trained
her like one of the military police dogs.
"My mom will be fine. Let me help you, and then l'll go."
Once again, all I could do was nod, as Tina helped me out of my shirt and pants. Part of me wondered what tale she might spin from this night, but I hoped she had learned her lesson. She gasped as my shirt came off, and lightly touched the two forming bruises that were already dark on my ribs. Her touch was light, but still made me flinch. My pants were next, and they hit the floor, revealing my 'Armitage' (one of my favorite anime's) boxers. For a second I wondered if she was going to follow me to the bathroom as well, but thankfully she let me do that in peace.
When I returned to my room, she had me lie on my stomach.
"Just relax," she told me.
"Let me give you a massage. It will help you sleep."
Help with sleeping was the last thing I needed, I was so weary, but a free massage wasn't something to pass up either. A small part of me still didn't trust her, but I could feel her 'guilt' and 'concern' switches still fully on.
Also, knowing that Dennis was in the apartment helped.
Her fingers worked wonders on my back and shoulders, and thankfully she avoided my right kidney, and the sides of my ribs.
As her fingers dug deeper, I could feel my muscles (such as they were), start to relax. Just as I was about to fall asleep, she moved off me, and told me to roll over. Obligingly, I did as I was told, and gave a low moan, as she started to rub my feet. Her thumbs dug into the underside, tops, and even between my toes, as she worked my feet, and a small feeling of euphoria spread across my body.
"I've been told I give the best massages," she said.