1
I'm not a bad guy, but... some revenges have to be carried out. Before I recount the atrocities I committed, I must give my justifications.
It all started at my workplace. I was just another office worker, trying to earn a living with the sweat of my brow. And then... that damn Arnold... that piece of trash... that son of a bitch... he got me fired, just to laugh about it.
What did that bastard Arnold do? Well, while I was out eating, he snuck onto my computer and sent gay pornography to all my coworkers from my email. Then, when I tried to say it wasn't me, no one believed me. It didn't matter that I was always serious and responsible at the office. And I know why! My work was making him look bad, overshadowing him. He himself told me, with a diabolical ear-to-ear grin, that it was him. In my rage, I wanted to punch him in the face, but he hit me before my fist could reach him. Then he spat in my face and said, "This is workplace competition! Learn to take a joke, you idiot."
Beaten. Spat on. And the next day, fired. I got home and didn't cry. No. I went to my computer and found out he had a wife and two daughters... and I began to plan my vengeful scheme.
2
If there's something no one knew about me--no one!--it's my fascination with the occult. It had been purely intellectual. I enjoyed reading about the history of tarot and the biographies of occultists. Things like that. But when I truly dove into studying those subjects, I discovered that real power comes from the hidden faculties of the mind. That's when I discovered the powers of telepathy. And Arnold and his entire family would suffer the consequences.
Beneath my timid, slender office worker facade, the abilities of a great master of mental power had been slowly developing, capable of subjugating the lives of others. And, to the misfortune of that idiot Arnold, I specialized in a very specific form of telepathy: sexual influence. Arnold had mocked me with gay porn--now he'd see the atrocities I, Nicolas Smith, could do to him, and he wouldn't even know it was me!
No... This isn't a story with plot twists, changes, or lessons learned. It will simply be the description of my sexual influence, degenerating and sexually humiliating Arnold's entire family in a filthy and cruel way. And in the end, I'll point out that I come out victorious.
3
To start, I knew about his family thanks to social media. I created a folder on my laptop where I downloaded most of their family photos. His wife: a blonde, as blonde as him, with the same idiotic smile, only she plays the "I didn't do it" card. And his daughters, two airheaded college-aged girls, very pretty, blonde too, like dolls. Dolls that would become the puppets of my sexual revenge.
It was a cold Holy Week Saturday, when time seemed to move slower, already at night, that I lay in bed and began my revenge. The methodology was simple but effective. Several secret masters of dark magic recommend it. I read it in Jonathan C.'s essay Sexual Direct Power, nearly impossible to find, but I got a PDF copy thanks to a specialist I met on Reddit.
Before anything, as practice, you must sexually fantasize about the person. I started with a photo of the wife. There was one where she was in a bikini, the slut. I masturbated imagining sucking her nipples while violently fingering her. Then I put up a photo of the daughters. The two smug girls were in party dresses, smiling as if everything was perfect for them. I imagined them eagerly sucking me off, both at once. I masturbated so pleasurably thinking about it. And finally, I imagined him turning around, bending over, and me cruelly fucking him in the ass. He moaned with pleasure and pain, like a pig in heat. I imagined it so vividly that I could feel the edges of his anus gripping my shaft. That brought me to ejaculation. A powerful shot of semen. All those fantasies put my mind in the right place. Plus, it was good that I had already ejaculated, because during the application of the technique, I couldn't ejaculate, or the effect would be lost.
Then, now, I would proceed to apply Jonathan C.'s Sexual Direct Power technique. My enemies wouldn't stand a chance against me or my vengeful lust.
4
The news reached me that the day after I applied this technique, Arnold took his own life by jumping out a window, his wife became a prostitute in a notorious dive brothel, and his daughters went to the United States to become porn actresses. All their prestige and fake status went down the drain... so yes, I think my methodology was effective.