Your Body Belongs To Me Ch 01 1

All characters are over eighteen. This series contains non-consensual mind control and impregnation.

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*****

"Mrs. Lebrun, I need that money."

"I'm sorry, Miss Ysrayl, but if the accounting department says it's been paid, then there's nothing I can do."

I was holding back tears and the word I wanted to use so much: Bitch! Unfortunately, I couldn't see how that would end well when I was talking to my boss.

Vanessa Lebrun probably didn't even remember my name was Miriam. She was the local business owner of a number of restaurants, one of which I worked at.

Now that I had graduated with a degree in Mechanical Engineering, it was time to move on. Mrs. Lebrun made a great show of claiming to support students in our college town. Anyone who served for at least three years was supposed to receive a bonus once they had a full-time job lined up. Except that I hadn't received mine, even though the accounting department insisted it had already been paid.

We kept going back and forth until I got the feeling that Mrs. Lebrun actually enjoyed turning me down. I swallowed my pride and said, "Thank you for your time, Mrs. Lebrun."

I turned and left before I had to endure any retort from her.

My eyes watered as I walked away from her office. I knew exactly why I'd been turned down: I was a Black woman. Mrs. Lebrun could walk right over me without ever having to worry about the consequences. Nothing I did would ever put a dent in her. I was no threat.

There was nothing I could do except catch a bus ride home. That was one of the nice things about living in a college town: free public transit. The downside was that I was always forced to sit in the back. Anywhere where no one else could see me.

It was the same everywhere. Grocery stores, movie theaters. Even after all these years, I still hated it. The way people's eyes would linger on my scars before hurriedly looking away. As any burn victim will tell you, being a survivor is hard enough; being reminded of it every day is worse. It forces me to constantly relive the night I almost died.

What should've been one of the best days of my life turned into the worst. Mom and I had gone out celebrating my thirteenth birthday. Since my older sister was staying with some friends for the night, it was just the two of us. That alone time meant more to me than any present. We didn't have much money since dad died, but we were happy. Mom and I hugged and kissed each other goodnight. I fell asleep wearing one of the biggest smiles of my life.

It was pure luck that saved me. I was already awake when I smelled the smoke. In what seemed like seconds, our entire house was engulfed in flames. I barely made it out. I was covered in burns, but at least I was alive. Mom wasn't so lucky.

Right from the beginning, arson was suspected. I'd seen several men run off just before the fire broke out. The police took my statement, but months passed without any progress. It slowly dawned on me that they just didn't care.

Makeup helped hide some of the burn scars on my face, but nothing could ever hide the loss of my mom or the pain I felt. Nor would time fix the rest of my body. I will never be able to have children or have sex without unbearable pain.

I forced myself to bury all the anger I felt. There was still one place in the universe that still felt safe and predictable: My boyfriend, Cal Thomas.

*****

"Hey, sweetie," came the reply as soon as I walked in the door. "Any luck?"

"Nope," I shook my head. "Mrs. Lebrun kept saying it's already been paid. She wouldn't even look into it."

"Ouch," he winced.

After holding back for several seconds, I sighed in defeat. "Cal, what are we going to do? That job offer will be rescinded soon if we can't secure relocation."

"I know," he said. Cal and I both had great job offers available, ones we really wanted. Unfortunately, it required relocating, and Cal and I were nearly broke. Without that bonus Mrs. Lebrun promised, we wouldn't be able to afford it.

"How much longer do you have?" he asked.

"One week," I croaked. If I couldn't get a guarantee of enough money to relocate by Monday, my dream job would be gone.

"I'm sorry, sweetie," he said before he pulled me into a gentle hug.

I allowed myself to relax a little. Cal and I met during our first semester. Today, we were living in a tiny apartment at the edge of campus. It was miserable at times, but we made it through. Now everything was threatening to fall apart because of this one thing. I spent the rest of the afternoon brainstorming, trying to find some other way of making enough money by Monday, but came up empty.

Until Cal suddenly asked, "Hey, do you have any close aunts?"

I frowned. "I have an aunt. We aren't very close, though. Why?"

"I got a call from her lawyer's office. Said your aunt had passed away and left you something that she wanted you to pick up."

That was surprising. I hadn't heard from my Aunt Tammi in many years. Not since before Mom died. She used to come over all the time. I never found out why she stopped, but after I didn't see or hear from her after Mom's death, I lost interest.

"I'll stop by after work tomorrow," I shrugged.

*****

I wasn't sure what awaited me when I reached the address Cal gave me. I walked inside and knocked on the glass door until someone answered.

"Hi. How can I help you?"

"Um, my name is Miriam Ysrayl," I said. "Tammi was my aunt. I got a call saying that she died and left something for me?"

"Oh, yes. Come on in," the older man welcomed me. "Follow me back here."

I was led to a room with several collections of what I assumed to be Aunt Tammi's belongings.

"Have a seat," the man said. "Just give me a minute to find it."

I admit I was a little disappointed. His words implied that my aunt hadn't left me much.

"So, what's all this about, anyway?" I asked while I waited for him to finish. "I haven't heard from my aunt in years. What happened to her?"

"Well, Ms. Ysrayl, I'm sorry to say that your aunt recently died of cancer. I'm afraid she didn't leave many possessions behind because of all the medical bills, but there was one thing she explicitly said was meant for you, a box. She said she hoped it would help make amends for being absent since the death of your mother."

Are you kidding me? I thought. All she left me is a box, and she thinks that's going to make up for abandoning me and my sister?!

Then I saw the object in his hands, and I instantly knew: this was no ordinary box. The outer case was covered in gold and meticulous patterns. There were even some jewels adorning the sides. It looked ancient. I suppose I shouldn't have been surprised: Aunt Tammi was an archeologist.

It was encased in a heavy lock, protected with a single-digit rotating dial. My first thought was that it looked like overkill for something so small.

"She didn't say what was inside," he said, correctly guessing what was on my mind. "She wouldn't tell me what the combination was, either. Just that it had to do with, and I quote, 'The last thing your mother called me before I left.'"

I remembered that. It was a long time ago, but I remembered that one of the things mom called her was "rockhead." I had to fight not to laugh. Mom always said her sister was the most stubborn person she ever met. I kept it to myself that she could be pretty determined herself sometimes.

I thought it was a bit childish at the time, but this seemed serious. Some quick math told me that turning the letters into decimals would be eleven digits long. Whatever was inside, Aunt Tammi didn't want anyone but me to see it.

It was getting late, so I bagged the box and thanked the man for his time. When I got back, Cal wasn't home yet.

My curiosity about the box was still high, so I decided to try opening it, but that was easier said than done. The motors rotated slowly, probably to discourage anyone from cracking it by brute force. I messed up the combination several times, requiring me to start over again. I half-wondered if there was some sort of failsafe to destroy whatever was inside if I entered the wrong combo too many times.

It took more than ten minutes, but I managed to get the lock off. As soon as I opened it, the entire room seemed to glow in a mysterious blue light. At the center was some sort of jewel. Attached to it was a silver chain so that it formed some kind of locket. Beside it was some type of folded paper. It took several minutes before I could bring myself to tear away from the light and read what was on the note.

Dear Miriam,

If you are reading this letter, it is because I have finally lost my battle with cancer. Although that may make you feel sad, I know it will not bring you grief. I was gone from your life for too long.

Miriam, I swear I didn't know about what happened to you or your mother. I was only told about the death of my sister long after it happened, and I was never told about what happened to you.

I won't dishonor your mother's memory by trying to explain what went down between us. I also will not try to justify not being there for you when you needed me the most. All I can say is that I am genuinely sorry and try to offer this as some means of making it up to you.

This artifact was one of my final discoveries. It was created by an ancient civilization several millennia ago. As you will soon discover, it has many incredible properties that simply cannot be described in words. It is priceless in the true sense of the word. Although it could easily be sold for a fortune, no one would ever be foolish enough to trade something like this for money.

I have included more notes, but I ask you to pick it up first. No rational person would ever believe what I have written by word alone. Simply grab the chain with your fist, and you will understand.

Love, and goodbye,

Aunt Tammi

I read it several times over. Instead of feeling sad or upset or skeptical, all I felt was a strange curiosity. It felt like the amulet was calling to me. I slowly, reverently, reached out to it, just as Aunt Tammi had instructed.

*****

A few days later, I found Mrs. Lebrun in her office. It was Friday evening, which meant that most of the building was empty. It sounded like she was on the phone, and no one else was with her. While I waited patiently for her to finish, I went over the plan one more time.

Finally, I heard her call out, "Alright. Good night, Dana. Thanks for the encouragement. I think I've still got a chance." Then she hung up. I gave her an extra few seconds before knocking on her door. One look at her face told me how this would go.

"Mrs. Lebrun, please," I begged ten minutes later. "I need this."

"I'm sorry, Miss Ysrayl," she told me, although her voice suggested no regret on her part. "But it's time for me to leave," she said, turning away to dismiss me.

My fury rose. This selfish bitch cared more about her weekend than what I needed. I'd explained over and over the evidence that no payment of any kind had been sent to my bank account. She didn't care. As far as she was concerned, I was nothing.

It was a feeling I was all too familiar with, but not this time. Any guilt or hesitation about what I was about to do was banished.

With nothing more than a thought, the artifact appeared in my fist. From the moment I first picked it up, I realized just how right Aunt Tammy had been. The artifact had many extraordinary powers. The first was that I could make it disappear and reappear from anywhere.

More importantly, it somehow gave me powers of mind control. By simply holding up the artifact and meeting my chosen target's eyes, I could hypnotize them. But for Mrs. Lebrun, I wanted to go further. Much further.

I was still learning more about what the artifact was capable of, but there was one other power I knew it had: possession. The power to take control of another being's body. I hadn't used it yet; Vanessa Lebrun was about to become my first test subject.

If she'd given me what I wanted, I would've left her alone. She gave me no choice; there was no other way of getting what I needed.

"Mrs. Lebrun," I said, my voice deceptively controlled. When she turned her chair around to face me, I held up the artifact and met her eyes. The entire room was bathed in the mysterious blue light of the artifact as I stared unflinchingly at my boss.

In the blink of an eye, my body exploded. I felt myself turn into thousands upon thousands of tiny particles hovering in the air. My clothes instantly dropped, no longer supported by any solid mass. For a moment, I remained weightless in a semi-humanoid form. Then my particles rushed toward Mrs. Lebrun, absorbing into her skin.

My senses returned, but they were not mine. I felt taller, skinnier. I felt older but also a natural grace that I did not usually possess. My breasts were bigger, firmer. Most shocking of all, when I raised my hands, I saw white!

I was now in control of Vanessa Lebrun's body.

"It worked!" I said, but not in my own voice. I was using Vanessa's voice. When I smiled, it felt strange. I was feeling the movement of muscles that were utterly foreign to me. Even lifting my hands felt exotic and unfamiliar.

I shook my fine blonde head and forced myself to focus. I came here for a reason. While possessing Mrs. Lebrun, I could access her memories. I had to search for what I wanted, but I could pull up any 'file' in her memory. I also had the power to alter everything she remembered up to twenty-four hours before I possessed her. I would use that to make sure she had no memory of meeting me or what I'd done.

The truth shouldn't have surprised me, but it did. My payment had been processed...to her account. Mrs. Lebrun was a master at secretly diverting money to her own accounts without leaving a trace. Her promise to support students' future was little more than a publicity stunt.

I would decide what to do with Mrs. Lebrun shortly. For the moment, I had work to do. She had diverted my bonus into a specific account. I was able to use her memories to transfer the money she owned me. The moment I was done, I sent my job acceptance response.

A flood of emotion threatened to overwhelm me. For weeks, the thought of losing my dream job hung over me like a death sentence. It haunted my every waking moment. Even the simplest pleasures of life seemed hollow and distant. Now, it was finally over. I had everything I needed.

In my own body, I probably would've broken down. But Mrs. Lebrun's body seemed resistant to shedding tears. My eyes watered, but my body seemed to put a hard limit on my physical reaction to my emotions. That was interesting, considering Mrs. Lebrun was a businesswoman who probably kept a good poker face. It suggested a person's personality might be tied to their body. I made a note of that for later.

Simply being inside Mrs. Lebrun's body was an amazing experience. I had no complaints about that, but my feelings about my boss herself were very different. She'd tried to steal from me, not caring what it would do to me. She was the woman who nearly destroyed my dreams.

There was no question that Vanessa Lebrun deserved punishment for all she had done to me and many others. The only question was what I should do.

One idea made me smile: driving to the bank and withdrawing some of her savings. Not enough to leave her bankrupt and out on the streets, of course. But putting a dent in her personal budget certainly had its appeal.

But as I searched her memory for her car and bank information, one of her memories gave me a very different idea.

*****

"So it worked?" Cal said.

I nodded. Cal was the only other person I'd shown the artifact to so far. After visiting the bank, I drove to Mrs. Lebrun's home, texted Cal using my own phone, and asked him to come over.

"How long are you planning on staying inside her?" he asked.

"All weekend, actually," I answered. At his puzzled look, I started to explain, "While I was going through Mrs. Lebrun's memories, I found something interesting.

"It turns out she and her husband are getting a divorce. She's upset because he's leaving her for a younger woman and even more upset because he managed to impregnate her. She's really jealous of that. That's part of why she's been such a bitch. She's wanted kids for years, but her husband kept putting it off. Now she's thirty-nine, and she's worried it's too late. She was planning on visiting him one last time before the divorce was final to try and seduce him. She's been taking fertility drugs for weeks, and her doctors say she's just as likely to get pregnant as a woman ten or fifteen years younger than her."

My unfamiliar lips slowly stretched upwards. "So...I was thinking...maybe you and I could help her with that?" I asked seductively.

Cal's eyes widened as he realized where this was going. I wanted him to fuck me while I was possessing Vanessa Lebrun's body so that he could impregnate her. Simple as that.

The look on his face proved he was tempted, but also unsure about the morality of using someone else's body in this way. He didn't move or turn away, though, so I decided to help him.

In one swift move, I grabbed my shirt and lifted it up over my head. Cal got the surprise of his life when he saw I was braless. Mrs. Lebrun had been totally serious about wanting to seduce her husband.

I reached back and unzipped my tight-fitting black skirt that hid nothing. Then he got an even bigger shock: I wasn't wearing any panties! His girlfriend's boss was completely naked right in front of him.

Give the boy credit; even with a gorgeous woman nude in front of him, there was still reluctance on his face. But love for me and lust for an older woman gradually overtook it.

My smirk let him know I was entirely on board with this. Most women would've been very upset by the thought of their husband or boyfriend fucking another woman. I was silently willing him to do precisely that.

Finally, he whispered, "You sure she's okay with this, Mir?"

I nodded. "Yes, Cal. I promise."

For the first time, the hint of a smile appeared on the corner of his lips. He was satisfied that we wouldn't be crossing an unacceptable moral boundary. "Okay."

My own smile grew until it felt like my own. "Thanks, Cal," I whispered. Then I put my serious face on. "But let's get one thing straight. My name is Mrs. Lebrun. Do you understand?"

"Yes, of course, Mrs. Lebrun," he said.

"Good," I said. Unable to hold back a second longer, I leaned in to kiss him.

It was unlike any kiss we'd had before. No way around that. Different angle, different heights, different lips, different facial shape. Yet it was still unquestionably us.

I could feel Mrs. Lebrun's body begin to react as Cal's unique, masculine scent reached her. Her nipples hardened, her breasts started swelling, and her pussy began producing the moisture to aid her in a few minutes.

The contrast between our bodies couldn't have been more erotic. Mrs. Lebrun might've been taller than me, but her body was so slim. Fragile, even. Compared to Cal's muscular build, it felt like he could've broken me in half if he wanted.

"You are a good kisser," Cal admitted. His arms were wrapped around me, drawing me close. I let out a deep sigh as his hands began exploring my body.

"Mmm...that's nice," I groaned. I fumbled with my arms until I found his shirt. He got the message and quickly removed it. I affectionately rested my cheek against his chest before he raised me for another passionate kiss.

I knew we must've looked hot. An older woman and a fit young man, locked together as if they were long-time lovers.