Mind Taker - Part Three

Lost in thought at the sight before me I don't notice my grip slipping on the basket in my hand, the wicker container filled with clothes suddenly falling to the floor with a loud crack. The goth and I both jump in surprise, my ex not reacting at all as both Gracie and myself stare at each other in shock.

"H...Hi!" the young woman squeals, her eyes darting around as she clutches at her hand as though to keep it under control. "I mean... Hey Jordan... can I HELP you?" she blurts out, her voice taking on a panicked tone for just one word before returning to normal.

"I...uh..." I mutter, slowly picking up my basket and backing up slightly. "I was just gonna... laundry but, I mean, it seems kinda..." I mumble out, watching as the goth slowly inches closer to me on unsteady steps.

Her stride outpaces my own back peddling rather quickly. I watch as Gracie quickly approaches me before snapping the Mind Trainer to my neck. "I really did miss you, shame you're a little too old... but we can fix that."

 

As the small curved rectangle of searing hot plastic touches the back of my neck I feel sudden shock ripple through my body, a singular bolt of lightning piercing through each and every muscle as I feel everything suddenly lock up.

My head fills with a painful static buzz, the sensation almost leaving my ears ringing and my vision blurring. The intrusive force soon burrows in deeper and deeper, a low pained gasp escaping my lips as they fall open and agape. My body seizes up, muscles painfully twisting and binding as I feel like my bones are moments from breaking.

As if sensing the pain I watch as Gracie pivots in place, staggering clumsily over to the dazed doughy woman in the back of the room. With a sharp motion she wanks the cable free from the back of zombie-like woman's neck, sending her staggering to the side and painfully into the washing machine with a terrible crack. I'm forced to watch as Fiona slowly staggers back to a standing position, her movements slow and mechanical without much urgency behind them.

Gracie quickly reaches into the older woman's sweatpants, fishing out a phone before hastily unlocking it and plugging the cable into the charging port. I'm forced to watch through my tear filled vision as she fiddles with phone, biting at her black lipstick coated lips as her finger occasionally whips across the screen or taps at some errant button.

"There... we..." Gracie mutters, poking out her tongue and moving a hand to adjust some non-existent glasses before giggling excitedly. "Oh yeah, DON'T need..." she chuckles, screaming for a moment before pinching herself. "Owie... Don't make me hurt..." she grumbles, smacking her arm and leaving a painful red mark.

With one last tap at the screen I feel the painful locking up of my body ease up. My joints remain froze, my body refusing to listen or more a single inch, but the pain rapidly subsides as Gracie grins from ear to ear.

"Follow..." she coos softly, typing something into the phone as I feel my body lurch forward awkwardly. I soon find myself standing right in front of Gracie, my body inching closer as she back away with a giggle. "Okay... and down..." she mutters, my body leaning down slightly as she quickly pulls herself in for a kiss.

Her tongue quickly slips into my mouth, her lip piercing brushing against my own paralyzed lips. She moans hungrily as she presses herself against me, her painfully hard nipples pressing into my chest through our shifts as her hips grind for a moment against me. It doesn't last for long however, the young woman lurching back as I feel a hand tap at the back of my neck.

"Fucking... Stay in your place!" she snaps, smacking the errant hand hard before squealing in pain. Shaking her stinging arm she hops in place, staggering to the side as she lands in her heavy oversized boots. Struggling to regain her composure she nibbles at her bottom lip, her eyes looking into my own with a devious smile spreading across her lips. "Definitely too old, at least for the new me."

Gracie taps at her phone as I feel myself lurch up, my body spinning around to face the doorway before I feel something tug at the back of my neck. With a loud click I listen as the cables are pulled free from my neck, my body remaining in place as I listen to the loud stomping of the young woman behind me.

After a moment I hear more movement, the soft plodding of a slower footfalls growing closer as I soon watch Fiona walking awkwardly out of the room and down the hallway before vanishing from my sight.

"Fuck I feel... feel..." Gracie coos, skipping slightly and stumbling back into view as she grabs my fallen laundry. "What do you think sweetie? Do I wear her well or?..." she giggles, posing with a hand on her hip as her face twitches slightly. As she walks to the washing machine I find myself following behind, my eyes locked to the small black device and bundle of cables in her hand.

As the washing machine whirs to life, the young goth backing away and out into the hall, I soon find myself following along behind er against my will. My body moves on it's own, my gaze locked to the small black device in her hands as I find myself unable to be more than a set distance away from it.

"Come on, let's GET OUT of..." she begins to giggle, screaming the last bit as her whole body spins and heaves before colliding with a wall. Gracie wheezes as she braces against the yellowish off-white wall, banging her head a little against it before lurching back up. "Sorry, she uh... hasn't learnt her..."

The young woman pauses for a moment as she watches the towering and athletic form of our landlady's granddaughter Emily turn into the small hallway. Her body quivers slightly, her hips shifting as she watches the busty redhead stride towards.

"Outta the fucking way!" she snaps, causing Gracie to squeak in fear before pinning herself up against the wall. The redhead simply strides past, bumping into me before waltzing into the laundry. I hear the sound of a machine getting opened, wet slap of drenched clothes impacting the floor soon following.

"Holy..." Gracie mutters, slowly walking away as I quickly begin to follow behind like an obedient dog. "I'm... Gay? Bi?... No that kiss... Bi... " she mumbles nervously, her eyes darting around as a large grin slowly spreads across her face. "I want to fuck chicks too? Oh this opens up so many... Sweetie! We could try..." she giggles, stopping herself as she bites her lower lip while her mind seems to race.

Before long I find myself following the young goth woman out into the street, her whole body hunching down awkwardly as she begins to pace down the footpath with me in tow.

"I missed you..." she mutters, giving a weak smile as she wrings her free hand around her wrist. "Since I broke... I mean... I realized that I really..." she begins to ramble, cutting herself off again as she pauses her stride in thought.

"Okay..." Gracie muses, her eyes darting around as she looks up as if in search for something in the air. Her tongue pokes out the side of her mouth, another subtle mannerism of my ex suddenly appearing in my upstairs neighbor. "Look... I'll explain everything, but we've got to find you a new..."

"So...for you?... I'm thinking..."