Magnetic Attraction 7: Secretary Feranda Interlude (Patreon)

Arthur Anders

A month had passed since Jessica and Nessa joined me and became part of my family. While I was busy with my new family, experimenting with my power, and planning the downfall of the disease of white supremacy, I couldn’t help but wonder what my “spiritual” sister was doing. 

Probably doing the same thing I was doing.

-VB-

Jessica Feranda
Arthur’s Secretary/”Sister” on Vacation
Brockton Bay, New Hampshire
February 2, 2011

3 weeks ago (Three days after Arthur’s Arrival at Brockton Bay)

She watched her prey from afar, wetting her lips as she ran her moist tongue over her plucky lips. 

Her target stood laughing with a girl who had to be his little sister. Both of them had the same nose and eyebrows. It was also obvious to her that he was being so … parental. Was one of their parents, or both, away from their lives? 

He was so hot -.

(And he would be hotter when she has him beneath her while she gives him the rideofhislife-!)

She shuddered. 

Oh yes, that was the end goal. He would be hers, but she couldn’t start their relationship like that right off the bat. 

Oh no, she had to be subtler than that. He looked like a stand-up guy, so she would have to … appeal to that side of him. 

Yes, obviously, there was something missing in his family life. What was it? 

She would find out. Anything, even a tiny morsel, that could get her his attention would be used. It was just great that Arthur was generous with his own money, because now she intended to use that money to investigate the husky and reliable man.

And if things got hairy, then she could rely on her biological manipulation to keep him in line.

2 week ago

Since she had the money, she hired the best of the best: Thinkers. A Thinker from New York and one from Maine was enough for her to cross-reference and weed out false information - while Thinkers were great at what they did, it didn’t mean they weren’t wrong. Hiring two hadn’t paid off because they essentially offered the same information, but it was better safe than sorry, right?

It read like a classic downtrodden man’s story. Divorced parents. An addict mom. A cold dad. Mischievous sister. The last one wasn’t as downtrodden as it could be, but the basic structure existed regardless. He cared for his very much… so much, in fact, that he would dip into villainy to get the funds necessary to 

And that would be her key to getting him, Brian Laborn. 

1 week ago

She smiled beautifically as Brian kept on holding her hands and thanking her for her help in ensuring his custody over his little sister. 

It actually didn’t require much effort on her part. In fact, it went something like this.

First, she caught a video of the mother’s drug usage and the rampant drug-induced sex that followed between her and three men. The video also had audio and the two of the three men talked at length about a gang activity and what they, as part of that gang, were supposed to do in their drug distribution and human trafficking.

Second, she took that video and showed it to the Child Protective Services. 

Third, she pointed out that Aisha Laborn had a dependable older brother who was willing - and working for - the custody of his little sister. 

From there on out, I just let the magic happen while ensuring that no one would try to cover it up. 

And today, she came and delivered the news to him along with the paperwork as someone who had “vested interest in seeing justice play out.” 

“Well, if you really are thankful,” she spoke up, and he looked up. “How about you take me out for dinner?”

Brian stared at her incredulously while Aisha howled with laughter behind him. 

“Y-Yes. Alright,” he said, trying and failing to compose himself. 

Now

“Yes- Yes- Yes-!” Jessica mewled on top of Brian, while the young man grunted beneath her as she rode him to heaven. 

All it took was a week for her to wrap her fingers around this honorbound man. A few compliment here, not a little amount of dopamine with her biological manipulation, a chaste kiss on his cheek, and then a passionate kiss spiking his mind with all sorts of euphoric hormones sealed his fate. 

Finally, she invited him to her house. 

All it took was for her to call him honey on “accident” and show off a little bit of skin to get his hormones into overdrive. 

She thought she miscalculated for a moment when he didn’t respond to a show of her skin. It was, of course, accident and so she had feigned to have not noticed him staring at her ass.

Then she was proven right when he approached her, flipped her around, and kissed her roughly before hauling her over to her bedroom, and strip her like a beast. Moments later, it wasn’t he who in control, however, but her when she pushed him down and began to ride him like a motor boat. 

“Fuck!” he hissed out not for the first time.

Their sweat-glistening bodies slapped into each other repeatedly as they made sweet, sweet love. Her ass slapped down on his legs at least twice every second while her pussy squeezed him for all he was worth. She whipped her head and hair around, pulling them up and over her face. She stared down at him, and saw his wide eyes looking at her lustily. 

She grinned her cheshire smile and leaned forward, continuing to push Brian to the edge of climax only to stop when his dick throbbed. Leaning down and pushing her C-cups down onto his perfect and hard chest, she kissed him. His athletic and strong hands grabbed both of her ass cheeks, and she broke the kiss just a bit to giggle. 

Oh, he tried to assert control again here, but she pushed off of him, sitting on his crotch and dick before she pulled up and down at full speed. His thick, big, black, and meaty cock was a spear she used to impale herself, stretching her poor pussy. 

It wasn’t long before she shuddered as she climaxed. Abruptly, he pulled her off of him climaxed, ejaculating all over her stomach. She shuddered as she felt his hot seed staining her stomach, and couldn’t help the triumphant grin.

In the aftermath of their little “accident,” they laid there with Brian groping both her ass and her boob.

“.. I’ll take responsibility,” he said.

She laughed before sitting up, still on top of him with his throbbing dick inside of her. 

“I’m not one to keep only one man around me, Brian,” she said soothingly. “Not a lot of men can accept that.” She traced a thin scar on his chest, moving up from the top of his abdomen to just below his left nipple. She looked up to meet his eyes. He met her eyes, and she saw his internal struggles. 

“If… you don’t want to stay with me,” she said quietly while pushing her breasts up with her arms. “I …” Still touching his skin, she used her power to rouse his arousal and want to the max, overpowering everything else. 

His hands reached up and caught the sides of her head. She looked down at him, but before she could say anything, he pulled her down and kissed her. 

Then he flipped her around, and looked down at her as seriously as he could, which looked pretty solemn to her.

“I’ll be fine with that,” he said. “But I get to impregnate you first.”

“E-Eh?” There was a pause before her eyes widened. “Uhm. Wait-.”

She didn’t get to finish, because Brian, heedless of her pleas, plunged his semen stained dick back into her fold and pounded away. 

“EEK EEK EEK-!” 

‘Losing control like this wasn’t bad either…’ she thought as she let him pound his dick into her. She used her power to overclock Brian’s body, making him feel less strained, less fatigued, and far livelier. 

The effects of her little work came to light immediately as he began to pound down into her rapidly with abandon, completely willing to go through with his words. 

Half an hour later, she let him shoot his semen into her fertile womb.

Having had enough of Brian in control, she flipped them around, temporarily inducing muscle fatigue in Brian before removing it entirely when she was on top of him. This time, she rode him to their third climax. 

And then the fourth, the fifth, the sixth…

Ah hell, she rode him to morning.

-VB-

Arthur Anders

I’m sure she’s doing fine.

“M-More, A-Arthur…!” someone moaned underneath me, and I looked down.

While Nessa and Jessica got the full clonebang treatment with three clones to each of them, I was giving Claire the special treatment tonight just as I had given Nessa yesterday and Jessica the day before. 

Claire’s belly showed just a bit of her 1 month pregnancy, and she had a pregnancy glow about her. Everything about her was just … sexier. 

And she was mine.

“Sure, Claire,” I grinned before I started pounding away again. 

It was good to be me tonight.