The Hunting Accident: Mind Control Powers

By Jasinda Geller

"I appreciate that," I answered, giving her a hug before releasing her to get up. I watched her dress, enjoying how she intentionally showcased all her best assets one last time before they were covered up. Finally dressed, she gave me one more kiss and then walked out to leave. I closed my eyes and was soon back asleep again.

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Jasinda Geller
• Release date: Mar 24, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005860257

Jasinda Geller

I am a middle aged woman who loves reading and writing erotica. Erotica just gives me a sense of liberation like nothing else. I hope you enjoy my writing. Do leave reviews after reading my writings. Thank you in advance

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The Hunting Accident: Mind Control Powers

By Jasinda Geller

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All characters depicted in this work of fiction are at least 18 years old or above. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Contents

Chapter 1: Strange Events

Chapter 2: Fun at the store

Chapter 3: Some new problems

Chapter 4: Clicking out

Chapter 5: Time to understand

Chapter 1: Strange Events

I looked up and saw thousands of points of light against an inky black backdrop. The faint outline of tree branches jutting out was all that broke the massive carpet of black with its vast array of bright white pinpoints. I briefly wondered what happened to the roof, or for that matter my bedroom ceiling. It took my mind long seconds to even realize my bed was far too hard and the noises were those of the woods rather than my bedroom.

I groaned audibly when I tried to move, pain and stiffness seeming to radiate from every joint in my body as I tried to sit up and make sense of my surroundings. My head spun as if on one of those old steel playground merry-go-rounds. I closed my eyes and allowed the sudden wave of nausea to pass, only to be replaced by a massively huge headache.

Slowly my mind processed what I saw and felt around me, the ground, the trees, the dampness of the air and my clothes, and of course the sounds of morning in the woods.

It was still dark, so I couldn't have been out too long. The steel ladder at my feet and my crossbow lying next to me were the clues my mind needed to complete the picture. I'd fallen. Well not exactly. My tree stand had apparently broken loose as I climbed up to hunt. I just remembered it being lighter than this. I clearly was unconscious for some amount of time, but seconds or minutes I did not know.

I pulled my phone out of my pocket to check the time, waves of nausea washing over me each time I moved my head. Concussion. Yep that's what this was. I must have hit my head in the fall.

I tried to keep my head still as I surveyed my body for obvious injuries while I tried to get my phone out of my pocket.

Shit, I mumbled when I saw the broken screen. I experimentally moved my legs and then picked myself up. I reached out and took two stumbling steps toward the tree to brace myself as more waves of nausea swept over me. I think I'll just sit a few more minutes, I mumbled as I lowered myself to the ground and rested my back against the big tree that used to support my stand.

Still pretty early, I mumbled as I looked to the sky to see if the sun was coming up yet. Something didn't quite make sense yet. The sky was already lightening up when I walked in. How could it be darker that before? I closed my eyes to shut out the next wave of nausea, my body threatening to spew out the contents of my stomach. I sat with my eyes closed for long minutes before I opened them again.

I could feel the warmth on my back even before I opened my eyes. The sounds of squirrels and birds invading my troubled dream. It took long seconds for my eyes to focus on the tree stand laying in front of me, my cross bow under it as well. I turned my head slowly, trying to understand the pain behind my eyes. Oh yeah, I mumbled as my mind put the pieces together. I must have fallen back asleep, since the sun was now high in the sky and it had been dark what felt like only a few minutes ago. I pushed myself up from the ground, instantly regretting the move as my head spun and my mouth watered in preparation for what I was powerless to stop. In moments I was on my hands and knees, my body convulsing and retching, as my stomach tried to eject what wasn't there.

Fuck, I mumbled when I could more or less control my body again. I pulled my crossbow from under my stand and gingerly started walking the half mile path back to my truck.

It was usually such a short walk. But this time it was every bit as arduous as if I were dragging a three hundred pound deer on the rugged path. Twice I stopped to throw up again, each time feeling more drained than the time before. By the time I finally walked up to where my truck was parked, it was all I could do to climb into the cab.

Damn! I mumbled as I sat for long minutes staring out the windshield without even trying to put the key in the ignition. Finally I found the energy to stick the key in and start the truck. Driving was another thing altogether. I pulled out of the wooded dirt track they called a forest road and painfully bounced my way onto the two lane rural highway. It seemed like the effort to even keep the pedal pushed was too hard and my speed kept falling, one moment going double nickel and the next all the way down to thirty-five. I suppose I shouldn't have been surprised when red and blue flashing lights showed up in my rearview mirror.

Yes ma'am? I asked as the lady state trooper walked up the side of my truck and stood by my now rolled down window.

Morning sir. May I see your license and registration please?

Yes ma'am, I answered, groaning as I leaned over far enough to dig my wallet out of my pants.

You alright sir? she asked as I straightened up with another groan and opened my wallet.

Not so hot ma'am, I answered honestly as I handed over my license. I feel like crap.

She looked down at it and then back at me. Mister Williams. You were driving pretty erratically back there. Have you been drinking today?

No ma'am, I answered. I was hunting and somehow fell out of my tree stand.

Are you injured? she asked, her tone changing from one of command and distain to concern.

I don't think so ma'am. Stiff and sore but my head is killing me. I feel like I want to just go lay in bed a while.

Sounds like you might have a head injury. Would you like me to call an ambulance?

Oh. I don't think so. It's not too far home from here and then I can just rest, I told her.

If you have a head injury you really shouldn't be driving. Why don't you at least let me drive you home? she said looking down at my license again to see my address.

Really. I'll be fine. It's only a few more miles, I protested.

She stood and stared at me for long seconds. For a moment I thought she might force me to abandon my truck here. Honest, I'll be fine, I said as firmly as I could muster.

Alright sir. Tell you what. I'll follow you home. If you start being dangerous I'll pull your ass over and take you home in handcuffs! she said sternly as she handed me my license back.

Yes ma'am, I answered before she turned and walked back to her cruiser. I waited for her lights to go off and then pulled back onto the highway, being extra careful to watch my speed and stay in my lane. True to her word she followed me all the way home, pulling into the driveway behind me.

Is this where you live? she asked as she walked up to where I was climbing from my truck.

Yes ma'am, I answered weakly.

Well. Let's get you inside then, she said, reaching for my arm to stabilize me.

Thanks. But I'll be fine from here, I mumbled.

It's okay. I'll help you. It's being a quiet Sunday morning anyway.

Sunday? Did you say it was Sunday?

All morning. Why?

Cuz I went out hunting Saturday morning. What happened to Saturday? I asked in confusion.

Sir, I'm pretty sure you have a head injury. You should be going to the hospital, not to bed!

Oh god no. I hate hospitals! I protested.

Well, if you lost a whole day you probably need to eat something. You have food to eat?

Yeah. But my stomach doesn't much feel like food at the moment.

How about soup? You have some soup?

In the kitchen, I answered as she led me down the hall toward my bedroom. I think I can make it from here.

No. that's fine. I'm here, I'll help you.

Honest officer. I'll be fine.

It's Jenny. And you'll be fine when I say you're fine. You really need a hospital. I should just cuff your ass in the cruiser and take you myself! she said sternly.

Honesty, I don't need a hospital! I protested with all the strength I could muster. A few ibuprofen and some rest and I'll be fine.

That isn't how concussions work.

Honestly, I don't have a concussion!

Actually you probably do, she said as we stepped into the bedroom. Now. If you're going to not go to the hospital we might as well get you in bed. Let's get these off! she said reaching for the front buttons on my scent blocker shirt.

I can undress myself, I protested quietly as she undid button after button.

Uh huh. Sure, she said with a frown. Don't make this harder than it has to be. If I have to, I'll cuff you and do it anyway!

Yes ma'am, I muttered resignedly.

Jenny! she almost snapped at me as she pushed the shirt off my shoulders.

Jenny, I repeated quietly.

There were few wasted motions in her efforts to undress me. She knelt in front of me, untied my boots and helped me lift each foot, offering her shoulders to hold to balance myself. It'd been a long time since a woman, any woman, undressed me, so I wasn't particularly surprised that I had a hard-on. I was surprised when still kneeling in front of me that she undid my pants and pulled them and my briefs down together. My hard dick sprung out of the elastic waist of my underwear and nearly slapped her in the face as she pushed my pants down. Somehow it just hadn't occurred to me that she was going to take off ALL my clothes!

Damn big gun there sailor! she said with a grin as she looked up at me. Good thing it didn't hit me or I'd have had to arrest you for assault with a deadly weapon!

I'm. Yeah. Sorry, I mumbled as she reached for my hands again, pulling them toward her shoulders for balance. I lifted each foot as she commanded, my engorged dick brushing her cheek as she moved around in front of me. For half a second I thought she was going to just open her mouth and take me in, but at that last second she turned her head, her cheeks flushing light pink.

I better make you that soup, she mumbled as she stood up in front of me. She pulled the covers on the bed back and gently pushed me toward the waiting bed, covering me once I had laid down. Back in a few minutes, she said as she turned and walked out the bedroom door.

Damn! I muttered to myself as I listened to her bustling around in the kitchen. Why the hell is she doing this? I mean hell, she's a cop. Cops don't do this kind of thing.

What was that? she called down the hallway.

I didn't say anything! I called back

Oh. Okay. I thought you said something. No problem! she answered from the kitchen. I lay quietly, listening to her humming some tune in her head as she waited for the microwave to finish heating the soup. A few moments after it beeped, she was walking into my room with a tray containing a bowl of soup, crackers and a glass of water. She stopped next to the bed and waited expectantly. Going to sit up or should I feed this to you laying down?

Oh yeah! I answered as I stared at her, her belt of police stuff no longer around her waist, her uniform shirt and bulletproof vest she had been wearing also gone, leaving her in just her uniform pants and a white t-shirt, her surprisingly ample chest now partly visible through the thin shirt. She clearly didn't have a bra on and her obviously hard nipples jutted out, making two large bumps in the shirt at each breast. I finally got the hint when she huffed in exasperation and moved to put the tray down. I pushed the covers back and pushed myself up to a sitting position, moving my pillow to support my back.

Much better! she said as she leaned over to set the tray on my legs, her tits moving away from her body and stretching the t-shirt material as the weight of the orbs pulled down.

Don't go getting any ideas. I just didn't want to get anything on my shirt, she said quietly as she arranged things on the tray, not seeming to be in any hurry to straighten up.

I didn't say anything! I answered her in surprise. Though I wouldn't quite admit even to myself, that I was wishing she'd kept going and taken the t-shirt off too.

But you were thinking it, she said with a slightly wry smile.

Thinking what?

Wondering what a cops tits looked like. They look the same as any other woman's tits, she said as she sat down on the edge of the bed. "Now eat your soup. Maybe if you're a good boy and finish it all