You wouldn’t think twice about Dan if you passed him in the Food Giant Supermarket parking lot. By every account, he was just a plain-looking man in his early forties, broad shoulders going soft around the edges, salt creeping into the stubble along his jaw. He was the friendly sort who would wave at everyone he passed, whether he knew them or not. Most folks in the little Mississippi town where he lived said Dan was solid—a “good ol’ boy” who clocked in on time at the furniture plant every morning and still opened doors for his wife.

Dan and Jessie Lynn lived in a big white doublewide on a gravel road just north of the New Hope Church on Blackjack Road, a place they’d called home since just before the pandemic hit. Dan loved all the storage space of his big green shed. Jessie Lynn loved her kitchen island and the cozy jacuzzi tub in the bathroom. Over the years, Jessi Lynn made the house into a home, filling it with pictures, decorations, and loads of personality. They even made friends with their elderly neighbors across the street. To anyone driving by, they looked like any other small-town couple. Steady. Simple. Settled.

But Dan had a secret.

Most days, when Jessie Lynn wasn’t around to see what he was up to, Dan would slip off to a quiet spot where he could have some privacy. There, behind the glow of his computer or cellphone, he settled in with the same kind of quiet glee some men reserved for a poker table or a hunting stand. But Dan wasn’t playing cards or hunting deer like the other guys at the plant. No, Dan’s game of choice was a much darker game.

Dan became someone else.

Her name was “Tiffani,” spelled with an “i” and sometimes a heart emoji, depending on the day. She was nineteen, with blonde hair, big breasts, and a serious daddy kink. She was sweet. She was sexy. She was a naughty, depraved slut. She rode the line, portraying herself as a dream girl while still keeping her persona believable enough that she could pass herself off as being real.

Dan would cruise social media, forums, and especially porn sites—anywhere a horny guy might be hanging out—and drop his bait.

It usually started out innocent enough. A few flirty messages here, a selfie stolen from some teen's public Instagram there. He always picked ones that looked like they could be in a shampoo commercial—never too risqué. Just enough to catch attention. And catch it, he did.

He reeled in men from all across the internet. Some were married. Some were old. Some were barely legal themselves. Most were lonely and craved the attention of a dirty little slut, and Dan knew exactly how to draw them in. He didn’t think about them as people. They were characters in his game. A way to pass the time. It was all fun, he told himself. No one was getting hurt.

That was before Jason.

Jason wasn’t like the others. At first, he seemed like an easy mark—a forty-something husband and father from Kansas Tiffani met on an adult dating site. Jason had some serious kinks, and Dan loved to toy with him using his young, insatiable, slutty teen persona. She flirted. She told him how sexy he looked when he sent her pics. She said she didn’t care that he had a wife and kids—she wanted him. She called him “Daddy” and begged him to come fill her up, to breed her and make her his.

Dan loved every minute of catfishing Jason. Every response was like a trophy to him, proof that he could control someone else through his online identity. He got off again and again, stroking himself daily in the dark corners of his home, picturing Jason and the men like him who were jerking off to Tiffani, not knowing Dan was secretly the man behind the teenage slut.

Things with Jason grew so intense that Dan doubled down, dedicating most of his catfishing time to stringing the man along. Tiffani got more emotional, more romantic. She told Jason that she dreamed of running away together. She begged him to come to her, promising to meet him “soon.” Dan dragged the charade out for weeks. Then months.

Then everything changed.

One day, Dan sent a text to Jason as Tiffani, something he did more and more often lately. It was a simple message, just four words long. “I want you, Daddy.”

There was no response. “That’s odd,” Dan thought to himself. Usually Jason replied immediately. After a few hours with no response, Dan began to wonder if something had happened to Jason. Then a day passed. And another. Soon, nearly a week had gone by with no response from Jason.

Finally, after a week passed, Dan couldn’t take the silence anymore. Still sitting in his truck after his shift at the furniture plant, he grabbed his phone, opened the texting app, and clicked on Jason’s name from the dropdown list. He gave some thought to the message he wanted to send. Usually, a good guilt trip would get his marks talking again, he decided. “Where are you, Daddy?” He started typing. “I miss you. Did I do something wrong?”

A moment later, Dan’s phone dinged with a notification. Dan excitedly swiped open the phone and clicked on the messaging app. What he saw next made him freeze in the seat of his truck.

“I know who you are.”

Dan’s mind raced. Could Jason have figured it out? There was no way. He’d covered his tracks too well. Desperate to maintain control, Dan clicked the response bar and typed out, “What do you mean, Daddy? It’s me, Tiffani.”

“Actually, no, it’s not,” Jason replied. He continued on, giving Dan his full name, then proceeding to tell him every last detail of his life, from where he lived to where he worked, even giving him the names of friends and family. He even knew about the old man who lived across the road. “If that’s not enough proof, I also know that you’re still sitting in your truck, reading this from the employee parking lot at the furniture plant in the next town over.”

Dan’s mouth went dry. He stared at the words, then reread them ten times, willing them to mean something else. But they didn’t. He was found out. A moment later, another message arrived.

“I also know that I’m not the only guy you’ve tried this little game on. In fact, over the years, you’ve gone through over a hundred men, luring them in, pretending to be a dirty little slut, promising to fulfill their wildest sexual dreams. This is all true, isn’t it?”

Dan’s hands shook so hard that he nearly dropped his phone. “How?” was all he could manage to send in response to Jason’s message.

“Well, Dan,” came the reply, “I’m a man with a unique gift. It’s hard to explain and harder to believe, but I’ve already shifted a few things around in your head so you’ll accept it right away. You see, I can reach into minds. I can experience the thoughts of others and shape them to my will. From the second you popped up in my chat box on that sex site, I knew everything about you, maybe better than you knew it yourself. What you do to men online makes me sick. I knew right then and there that I was going to deal with you.”

Dan’s face couldn’t have been more pale as he read the text message. Jason could control minds. While he wouldn’t normally believe something so far-fetched, something told him that this was the absolute truth. Jason could control minds, and he was pissed off. Dan shuddered, terrified at what this could mean for him.

“What are you going to do?” Dan’s fingers trembled as he composed the message and sent it.

A moment later, his phone rang, Jason’s number emblazoned on the caller ID. Dan nearly screamed as he instinctively dropped the phone onto the floorboard of the truck. Taking a deep breath, Dan steadied himself, finally picking up the phone and answering the call.

“H—hello?” Dan asked, his voice trembling.

“Dan!” A deep, bold voice came from the phone, causing Dan to jump. “You picked up! Remember all those times I tried calling you back when you were pretending to be Tiffani? You had so many excuses for never answering. It was almost funny how often you were having phone problems. I guess that phone of yours isn’t a problem after all now, is it?

“Please, Jason, I can explain. I—”

“No, no, no,” Jason said abruptly. “The time to explain has long since passed, Dan. I told you, I can read your mind. I know why you did what you did. You get a thrill from controlling men. You love pretending to be someone you’re not. It’s all just one big game to you, and in your mind it was harmless. Well guess what, Dan? It’s not harmless. Those men you dragged around with Tiffani’s hollow promises? You hurt them. For some, the hurt wasn’t too bad, but for others it was devastating. For example, do you remember the name Sean Darstow?”

“I…I think so,” Dan stuttered, vaguely recalling the name of one of his marks from a few years earlier.

“I know it’s hard to remember all the lives you’ve ruined, so let me fill in some gaps,” Jason replied. “Sean was an accountant. He was married, and while he wasn’t really looking to cheat on his wife, he was feeling lonely and looking for a friend. So he posted a message saying as much on a subreddit. Then he met Tiffani. Having a hot, young nympho who wanted him was intoxicating. The next thing you knew, Sean wanted to fly out to meet Tiffani. You told him you lived near LAX and promised that you’d be waiting at the airport when you knew all along that you were lying. Tell me, Dan, do you know what happened to poor Sean?”

Dan gulped. “Not…not really. All I know is that he stopped responding.”

“Well, let me tell you. Sean’s life fell apart. After that flight, he was devastated. Of course, it wasn’t long before his wife found out he’d tried to fly across the country to meet another woman. She left him, Dan. She left him and took him for everything he had. Dan now lives in a shitty one-bedroom apartment on the rough side of town, and he only sees his kids every other weekend. And you know the worst part, Dan? The worst part is that his story isn’t even the worst one. I could go on, but really, I want to get to that question you asked. What am I going to do?”

“Please, Jason,” Dan replied, his voice shaking, “I didn’t mean to hurt anyone. I really—”

“Oh, but you did hurt people,” Jason said, cutting him off. “Lots of them, too. It took me quite some time to track them all down, which was why I played along with your little charade for as long as I did, but I’ve managed to speak to every one of them, and I’ve worked out a plan that will make everyone happy. At the end of the day, most of the guys you hurt just wanted what you promised them. Do you know what that was, Dan?”

“I…I,” Dan stuttered, barely able to speak.

“Pussy. You promised them pussy, Dan. You told these men that a hot, slutty babe was going to come to them and make their every sexual dream come true. Now there’s a problem with that, Dan, in that you don’t have a pussy. But do you know who does have a pussy? That would be none other than your very own wife, Jessie Lynn.”

Dan gasped. “No,” he breathed.

“Yes. I reached out to her some time ago, and we’ve been chatting it up. It turns out that she wasn't pleased at all to learn about your little charade, and she was more than happy to help me deliver some justice. It only took the tiniest bit of mind tweaking on my part to unleash her inner inhibitions and turn her into quite the firecracker. It seems that deep under that devoted, loving exterior, there was an unbelievably filthy slut just waiting to burst free. I went ahead and set that slut free, Dan, and here’s what’s going to happen. Jessie Lynn and I are going on a little road trip. We’re going to travel the country, visiting every last one of your victims. First, Jessie Lynn is going to show them every carnal pleasure that Tiffani ever promised them, and maybe a bit more. I’ve really can't overemphasize how much of a slut she's become. Then, once she’s satisfied all of their salacious urges, I’m going to come in and see if I can use my abilities to pick up some of the broken pieces that you created. It’s quite the plan, wouldn’t you say?”

As Jason explained his plan, Dan felt a sea of emotions, ranging from terror all the way to rage. “Don’t you dare touch my Jessie Lynn,” he finally demanded into the phone, doing his best to sound assertive despite his voice shaking like a leaf.

“Too late for that,” Jason laughed. “I’ve been up at your house for most of your shift today. I’m afraid there isn’t a hole on your pretty bride that I haven’t pumped full of cum already, and right now she’s busy getting me good and hard for our next round. Hey, slut, unwrap those whore lips of yours from my cock for a second and say hello to your hubby.”

After a brief pause, Dan’s shock turned to horror as Jessie Lynn’s voice came through the phone. “Well, hey, sweetie,” she purred, her tone deeper and sexier than he’d ever heard it, somehow making her Mississippi drawl even sexier. “Your good buddy Jason here told me everything that you did to all them poor fellas. Now don’t you worry, baby; he and I are gonna make everything alright. It might take years. It might take the rest of my life, but I swear, I’m gonna fuck and suck every last one of them until they’re all happy and willing to forgive you. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to get back to work. I don’t want your friend gettin’ soft on me.”

“No,” Dan gasped as the phone went silent for a moment, followed by obscene slurping noises. “Jessie Lynn.”

“Sorry, Dan,” came Jason’s voice. “She can’t talk anymore. Her mouth’s full. But I tell you what, if you can get yourself home real fast, maybe I’ll let you say goodbye before I take her out of your life so she can become a willing slut for all the men you’ve wronged over the years. If not, well, have a good life.”

With that, the phone went dead. Dan’s heart pounded in his chest, and his head spun. Images flooded his mind, showcasing Jessie Lynn. He could see her on her knees, slurping hungrily on some stranger’s cock. He pictured her fucking and sucking man after man, hundreds of them. He saw himself home alone every night, lonely, knowing that his wife was out there somewhere, loving her new life as a whore. He had to get to her. He had to stop this.

On a normal day, the drive from the plant back home took about a half hour. Dan made it there in fifteen minutes. The entire time his car sped down the gravel roads leading to his home, all he could think was that he had to stop this. Somehow, he had to take back his Jessie Lynn.

Skidding to a stop on the gravel driveway outside his home, Dan raced past the unfamiliar SUV that was parked outside, jumped up the three steps to his porch in a single bound, and burst through the door of his home.

“Jessie Lynn!” Dan shouted, racing through the mobile home. His feet pounded on the floor as he rushed to the bedroom. A moment later, he burst through the bedroom door, his eyes widening in shock as he took in the scene before him. Jessie Lynn was on her hands and knees, her ass in the air, while Jason pounded savagely into her from behind. Her hair was a mess, sweat glistening on her back, and her makeup was absolutely smeared. Dan had watched porn clips where the woman didn’t look as slutty as his wife did right now.

"Well, well," Jessie Lynn panted, glancing over her shoulder at Dan. "Look who decided to join the party."

Dan tried to run up and break them apart. He tried to scream for them to stop. To his horror, he discovered he could do neither. It was as if he were frozen in his tracks, being held by some invisible force, incapable of doing anything other than watching the scene before him as it unfolded.

Jason slowed his thrusts, turning his head to look at Dan, a smirk playing on his lips. "I told you. Your wife’s a real slut, now, Dan. There's nothing she's not excited to do to get a man off. I’m going to love sharing her with all the guys you’ve hurt. But first, I think I’m going to finish fucking her brains out."

Dan could only watch, his mouth agape, unable to form words. Jessie Lynn gave her husband a sly smile as she bucked into Jason’s thrusts, letting out a loud moan. "Oh, fuck, Jason. Fuck me harder. Show Danny how a real man fucks his slutty wife."

Jason obliged, grunting as his hips slapped against Jessie Lynn's ass, the sound raw and obscene. "That's it, baby," she cried out. "Fuck me like the whore I am! Show my husband what he'll be missing!"

Dan could barely breathe as he watched Jason's cock disappear into his wife again and again, the wet sounds of their fucking filling the room. The air reeked of sex, a sign that this had been going on for some time. Jessie Lynn's moans were loud and unashamed,...