Her Inner Voice
Copyright© 2026 by RedJohnDoe
Chapter 8
Mind Control Sex Story: Chapter 8 - Anne, a young devoted wife with a perfect modest body, begins hearing a soft, soothing voice inside her head that sounds exactly like her own conscience. Unbeknownst to her, it is her husband Nathan’s vengeful enemy using advanced mind-control technology to turn her into a depraved slut.
Caution: This Mind Control Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Coercion Mind Control NonConsensual Reluctant Heterosexual Fiction Cheating Slut Wife Wimp Husband Humiliation Group Sex Anal Sex Double Penetration Exhibitionism Masturbation Sex Toys Tit-Fucking Public Sex Revenge
Anne was so lost in the pleasure that she didn’t even want to go home. She didn’t care that she was kneeling in someone’s piss on the restroom floor.
Why should I? she thought. He won’t be home at this time anyway. It’ll still be dark when he gets back.
“He never comes this early. I need more ... please.”
“Don’t be such a slut,” Alex said. “I see your wimpy hubby doesn’t even come to lunch. So men like us have to take care of you.”
She tried to get up and press her ass to the glory hole again, but Alex stopped her, catching her by the shoulders.
“Whoa. Not so fast. I want you to look down and accept who you are.”
She looked down. It was water everywhere, smelling piss.
“The floor’s dirty.” Her voice was wrecked. “Alex, I need to—”
“Say it.”
“I’m kneeling,” she said.
“Say it”
She shut her eyes. “I’m kneeling in piss.”
“Again. Louder. Look at me while you say it.”
She opened her eyes. “I’m kneeling in piss.”
“Whose piss, Anny?”
“I don’t know. It doesn’t matter. Please ... give me that cock again.”
“Then say what you are.”
Her cunt clenched. She hated that she was aroused by this whole humiliating scene.
“Say it.”
“I’m a slut. I’m Nathan’s wife and I’m a slut and I’m kneeling in piss.” Anne moaned hard as she came from the unbearable humiliation.
Alex lifted her chin with his shoe. “Then say who fucks you better.”
She looked up at him. His eyes were cold and cruel.
“You guys,” she said.
“What about your husband?”
“He doesn’t even come close.” Anne hated herself for saying it. But it’s true, isn’t it?
“Do you want him anymore?”
That was a line Anne would never cross. She gathered the last scrap of pride she had left.
“Yes.”
“What did you say?”
“I said yes.”
“So you choose that husband who can’t even fuck you right over us?”
“Can’t I have both? I just want sex from you guys.”
“It doesn’t work like that. You have to choose between him or us.”
“But ... but I want him.”
“Not for long, Anny.”
“But I want this again, Alex. Please. You know I want this.”
“Okay. You were a good cock sucker today. So I’m going to give you this again tomorrow, if you suck that cock clean and good.”
Anne wasn’t in any state to refuse. She already knew she would want it again tomorrow. The lust had fogged her mind completely; everything felt too good.
“Mmmh ... yeah. I can do it.”
“Crawl to it then.”
The thought alone tipped her into another orgasm. Her mind wasn’t clear when she started crawling toward the cock in the glory hole, the same thick, veined cock she had seen in her dreams. It was still covered in cum, and every inch of the dirty floor smeared piss across her hands and knees as she crawled.
That’s look like the same cock that fucks me in dreams. And It fucked me really few minutes ago The memory slammed into her. She could still feel the blunt head of that forcing her tight butthole wide, the long, relentless strokes into her. She had come so hard around it her legs had simply folded. The recollection alone made her empty ass clench. “Don’t you dare touch that cock with your filthy hands. Just use your little cock sucking mouth” Alex said. She reached the hole. The cock twitched, dropping a string of cum. Anne couldn’t let that go into waste. Anne leaned in and dragged her tongue from tip to root in one slow, greedy swipe, gathering the warm cum. Her cunt spasmed hard enough to make her gasp from arousal.
I need this to concentrate on Nathan and our life.
Anne knew she is telling these lies to ease up her guilty. But this pleasure was so unreal that Anne knew she can’t ever look back.
Behind her, Alex’s hands closed over her hanging breasts. He squeezed without mercy. his fingers sank deep into the soft flesh, thumbs scraping roughly across her stiff nipples.
“That’s the cock that wrecked your tight little ass,” he murmured against her ear, voice low and filthy. “I watched every inch disappear inside you. Watched you take it like the greedy slut you are. Remember how full you felt? How your hole just ... gave up?”
Anne whimpered around the head as she sucked it in. Yes. She remembered. The way her ring had fluttered and finally surrendered. She took more of the shaft, tasting old cum mixed with the faint musk of her own ass still clinging to it. It felt really degrading but also arousing. juices slid down her inner thigh with the heat building up in her cunt.
Alex groped harder, pulling her tits outward, crushing them together, pinching and twisting her nipples until sharp sparks shot straight to her clit. She moaned around the cock, the vibration made the man on the other side push forward, the head nudging the back of her throat. making spit and leftover cum to spill from the corners of her mouth and dripped onto the dirty tiles.
She worked the shaft with long, wet strokes of her tongue, remembering how that same thickness had dragged against every nerve inside her ass. Her hole clenched helplessly around nothing, still greedy for that pleasure.
Alex yanked her nipples and growled against her neck.
“Suck it clean, Every drop. So it can go right back in that greedy ass tomorrow.” His fingers twisted harder. “You want that, don’t you? Want him to stretch you open again while I play with these tits? Want to feel him claim what’s already his?”
Anne wanted to say yes, but all that came out was a broken, muffled moan. She pushed her mouth all the way down until her lips kissed the base of the cock, throat working around the thick head, eyes watering. The taste of cum and the pleasure from the nonstop orgasms flooded every sense. Alex’s rough hands never stopped mauling her breasts. He was squeezing, lifting, spreading, pinching, keeping her right on the edge while she cleaned every last trace from the cock that had already ruined her once and would ruin her again. “Please ... ahh ... tell me who you are,” she gasped through the heavy climax still rolling through her. The man on the other side of the wall didn’t answer. cock disappeared and her butt plug came up with a hand. Alex grabbed it and pushed it back into Kneeling Anne’s ass, making her moan harder.
“Get dressed, slut. Unlike you, we have to think about things other than sex,” Alex said.
She wanted to get up and see who was in the next stall. Her body wanted to turn around and look at him.
“Don’t even try to look at him. You’ll get to know his cock first, then him,” Alex said, like he knew. Anne obeyed.
She heard the bathroom door open. The stranger was leaving.
Anne cleaned herself at the sink and got her clothes on with shaking hands.
“Anny.”
She looked at Alex.
“Get in the car. Go home. And don’t forget how much you enjoyed today.”
The driver’s seat was cold. She sat there for a minute, just holding the wheel.
Then she started crying.
It came fast. Her forehead went down to the steering wheel and she sobbed. Her mouth still tasted like cum.
What did I do?
I cheated on him. I cheated on him in a toilet.
You’re the one who called him Anny.
You called him. You drove across town. You took your clothes off. Nobody made you do any of that.
Nathan finishes in two minutes. You just got fucked far better by a stranger in a bathroom. That’s fair if he doesn’t satisfy you. You deserve some pleasure after doing everything for him. You have every right to have what you want. It’s all his fault. So be harsh on him next time. So he’ll know better how to treat you.
She drove home, then went straight upstairs to the bathroom.
She stripped. She got in the shower and scrubbed until it hurt. Scrubbed her hands. Her nails. Brushed her teeth until the taste of cum was gone. She was a bit hesitant to do it though, because the taste reminded her of the pleasure she’d experienced.
The plug came out slow. A drool of cum followed it. She couldn’t watch it go down the drain. She didn’t have time to think. She quickly got some onto her finger and put it in her mouth, knowing she’d have to brush her teeth again, but the heat throbbing between her thighs demanded it.
She put her fingers in her mouth and tasted him again as an orgasm tore through her aroused body.
When she got out, she put on a long shirt and shorts to prepare some dinner.
Nathan came home at seven p.m.
“Babe?”
“I’m in the kitchen.” On any other day she would have welcomed him at the door.
He smiled when he saw the plate of food waiting for him.
“Did you cook? I was thinking about taking you out. I called you.”
“I was in the shower.”
He leaned in to kiss her. She dodged. “I’m all sweaty. Don’t you see?”
“Never bothered me.” Nathan leaned in again.
“But it bothers me,” Anne said harshly.
The grudge about him not satisfying her was acting on her.
“You okay?”
She wasn’t okay. She had another man’s taste in her mouth and she wanted to scream at him for being too gentle.
“Eat before it gets cold.”
He ate, while Anne thought about the stranger’s cock. About how it had stretched her past what she thought she could take. About how Nathan had never done that. Would never do that.
“How was your day?” he asked.
She didn’t answer. She was thinking about the restroom. About the stranger’s cock. Wondering who he was.
“Anne?”
“Fine.”
“You do anything?”
I knelt in piss. I got fucked by a stranger. I came and came and I didn’t even see his face.
“Nothing special, but I went for a drive.”
“Anywhere good?”
“No, just drove for fresh air. Can we not do the questions? I’m tired. I made food. Can you just eat it?”
He stopped talking. Hurt moved across his face. He put his fork down and decided to be patient with her anyway.
She hated him for it.
Whimpering always.
But he tried again, coming up behind her at the sink and putting his arms around her waist.
“I missed you today.”
His hands rested on her stomach.
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