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She glided into the kitchen sweating a little. Too much to take care of. Hosting. Making sure the kids didn’t fight. Keeping one friend from upsetting the other. She could see the party continuing on the lawn. The spring air rolled through the window. She was happy. She loved these times. She loved her life.

She felt hot. She was stressed. There was just too fucking much to handle. She started putting more of the little rolls on the serving tray.

He walked in. “You look stressed.”

She smiled. “I’m fine.” She kept working half ignoring him. “Jennifer needs to just shut the fuck up about that work thing. You could help with that you know.”

He watched her. “Sure, when I get back out there I will.” He was genuine.

She glided around the counter close to him. Working. Arranging. His gaze casually pinned her. She rolled her eyes, “No playtime, I can see that look.” More goodies went on the tray.

“Mmmhmm,” he said idly looking out the window. He was doing that confidence thing that drove her crazy. A smugness that he didn’t usually project.

She gave him a sideways glance almost uncertain of herself. The tray was finished.

“You want to be filled up?”

His voice was so nonchalant. But it paralyzed her. Her fingers gripped the counter. Her pussy clenched and then automatically started it’s slow drenching. “I- uh…” she stammered unable to speak as the choice rolled in her brain.

She was deeply conditioned for this. But she did have a choice. He always made certain of that. It was so busy though! So many people. And… And…

“Do you want to be filled up?”

Yes or No. She had to answer. She was conditioned to answer. Her hands trembled and her legs felt a little weak. She moved to take the serving tray back outside but somehow found her mouth slowly form a long ‘yessssss’.

He moved quickly but it felt like she was being chased in a dream, sluggish. Her brain rebelled a bit. “b-but… everyone’s… right outside…”

“Shh…” He gently pushed the serving tray aside and bent her firmly over the counter. Her face rested next to the sliced apples and she could still see halfway out the window. Her wife was chatting Jennifer up. Cait was laughing with Thomas.

He pulled her underwear down over her butt. It wasn’t a sexy pair. It was utility. She wasn’t expecting this. But her pussy certainly was. He lifted her up a bit. Her son was swinging with Uncle Mike. Tony said something stupid.

He slide in. His girth opened her and stretched her. She began to let our a huge moan-

“Shh… you are silent,” his words cut her off and suddenly she was soundless. Breathless. Gasping.

He pushed and her legs kicked in the air a little trying to accommodate him. He was relentless though and pushed further. Parting her. Her folds let her juices coat him completely.

And then he bottomed out in her and her brain just… stopped.

He did say things as he pumped her. But her mind was off. She heard but didn’t hear.

She did not see him vigilantly keeping an eye on everyone outside. Didn’t see his composure crack as he gripped her ass tightly.

She didn’t really hear all the reinforcement sliding into her mind with each thrust.

Every word penetrating her brain just like her cunt.

She didn’t feel him speed up or hear him try to hold in his own grunts of satisfaction. She didn’t register him gripping the back of her hair roughly as he plunged harder and harder.

She had no concept of time. Until suddenly she heard a word and she did. He was so deep. She was so stretched. His breathing was heavy.

He exploded in her. Her fuzzy brain came back just in time to feel him completely coat her insides.

Her cunt contracted in response and her pleasure ripped through her. She spasmed. She tried to scream but nothing came from her mouth. She flailed. Her arm tried to knock the tray over but he artfully caught it and steadied it.

He just pressed in. He whispered. He filled. Good Girl. Obedient. Helpless. Filled.

She kicked and squirmed. He gripped her tight but gently. He held his cum deep inside but everything else dripped out. Her stress. Her worry. Her tiredness. Everything else.

When he pulled from her she felt him go with a distant longing. He quickly pulled her undies up tight, trapping it a bit, trying keeping her full. She drooled happily on the counter. She was filled.

He gave her a light spank and pulled her dress back down. She snapped back at the trigger.

She was flushed and a little mussed. She was dizzy but felt sooooo good. So happy. So… filled.

She looked a little distractedly out the window as parts of her brain started connecting again. He was already helping put the counter back together. Arranging. Wiping her drool up with a towel.

She was full. She could feel his cum inside her. Deep. Leaking. But even leaking a part would be FULL for hours. She smiled.

“There you are. All back.” His smile wasn’t sly anymore. It was the normal him. “Feel better?”

She nodded happily.

“Good girl.” He kissed her cheek. “You can talk again.”

She blushed a bit like a young girl and watched him leave with a wink. That man… She gathered the tray and took a deep breath.

She floated out the door feeling ready to have fun. To face everything. To laugh. To enjoy. She was happy. She was filled.

He tapped her forehead.
She couldn’t move or talk.
She had been trying on clothes in the changing room and he’d just slipped in. She’d tried to protest. But now that her quiet and still trigger had been used she just helplessly stood there looking at him in shock.
His thumb brushed passed her lips.
He skipped the trigger that would have turned her into blowjob machine.
That  was good because they were in the store! She loved all the ways he could use her but he’d never done it public. She wanted to ask if they could stop but she was frozen.
His fingers trailed down her neck.
He skipped the trigger that would have made her gasp for breath until climax.
Though she was frozen she could feel herself shaking. Figures passed by the changing room, unaware of his intrusion. Just shadows on the floor under the door.
His touch grazed across her breasts.
He skipped the trigger that would have turned her arousal to uncontrollable levels.
She was so scared. They were going to get caught. He’d caught her right in the middle of switching lingerie. She was totally exposed. He admired her with an all consuming gaze as he continued.
His hands moved along her tummy.
He skipped the trigger that would turn her into a giggling, laughing, and begging mess.
She could feel her breathing: quick, hot, and nervous. Another woman was loudly changing and complaining in the room right next to them. She trembled like a fawn.
His palms cupped her ass as he slowly turned her around.
He skipped the trigger that would have made her just a dumb puppet.
She felt herself bent over slightly her hands coming to rest on the bench. She almost managed to make a sound of protest. Almost. Instead she shivered more and almost cried she was so embarrassed.
He lightly tapped her exposed clit like a button. Once. Twice. Three times.
Her pussy pulled on her brain, she was ready for the command now.
Oh god! Her mind barely had time to register at all. Her folds were already obediently wet. She hadn’t even noticed when he’d unzipped and pulled himself out.
He pushed effortlessly inside her.
Cock in. Brain off.
Everything stilled. She was grateful really, deep somewhere. She no longer worried. She was no longer embarrassed. She didn’t really have a mind left to notice, but her cunt appreciated being fucked.

“Open your eyes. You will be hypnotized. You will be brainwashed. You will become an obedient fuck doll. Now look at the spiral.”
His voice is stern with a note of irritation. Her head feels so heavy. She aches. She’s sore everywhere. She’s exhausted. The machine she is restrained in is silent again for now. Sweat drips from her naked body, running in tiny droplets that hang off her nose, forehead, and nipples. Her eyes are closed but she can see the shifting light beyond.
“Look at the spiral or it’s back to the shocks,” says the voice. “One…two…”
She weakly opens her eyes even though the intensity of the colors is almost painful.
“Good girl. Focus on the colors.”
She tries. She really does. She tries to focus. Tries to forget. The colors pull on her senses and mind. Lure her into the paradox of drifting and focusing at the same time. But her mind rebels. She’s faint. She wants to let them win. Have her. But she just cannot submit. Her brain doesn’t want this. A tear escapes her eye as she tries to relax. The trying gives her brain even more power to fight. She isn’t a slave.
“Shit, she’s still fighting it.” says the first voice, a distant echo in her mind. No. She’s trying so hard!
Someone sighs as she tries to sink.
“I guess we’ll need to hit her again.”
She shivers, her body jumping in fear. No…
“Are you sure?” the first voice again. “Her vitals are really wonky.”
She gurgles a weak protest. She tries to tell them she is trying. She wants…
“Yeah. Give her another cycle.”
“Noooo!” her voice is a strangled cry, sobs erupting from her as she stares into the infinite and mind breaking colors.
“Quiet,” the first man replies.
“Never seen one not break after four cycles,” The second voice sounds frustrated.
She hears the machine spin up. The colors fade and are replaced with darkness and heat. There is no warning. Her swollen cunt is artfully pounded by the rotating vibrator. Her ass gets similar treatment almost instantly. She groans with a primal cry like a doomed animal.
The AI assisted machine is extremely efficient. Her body is simply a problem to be optimized. The pressure, heat, sensation is applied with precision. Her clit is manipulated. Her cunt, her g-spot, her nipples, every spot on her body that can evoke her responses. She screams and wails in helpless ecstasy and exhaustion. They have already pulled countless orgasms from her today. She cannot take anymore. It’s painful. It’s bliss. It’s mind breaking. It only takes 44 seconds to bring her to a state of perpetual climax.
“P-p-please… T-t-too m-m-much!!!!” she somehow manages to verbalize between unintelligible gibberish.
They ignore her and let the machine fuck her, rip mind shredding pleasure from her. She begins to shake and spasm. Seizure. Her eyes roll about. She loses herself in the pleasure, pain, and fear. The only thing keeping her alive is the hope that they will stop before she dies. She knows she has no chance. They are going to rape her to death.
Something in her breaks. She’s broken before but this is slightly different. She feels a part of her… dim… as she kicks uselessly and cums. Her voice stills to a low growl. There is nothing else. Cumming. Cumming. Cumming.
Suddenly the machine stops and the cool breeze returns.
Her swollen sex is emptied and blissful silence overcomes her. Somewhere in her head she realizes she can’t think. She can’t think. Her mind is silent. Broken. Her juices flow and drip from her spent folds. She vibrates quietly in a calm. The scintillated bliss of light appears before her closed eyes. Her mind is still silent. Broken.
“Open your eyes. You will be hypnotized. You will be brainwashed. You will become an obedient fuck doll. Now look at the spiral.”
And she opens her eyes…

The complete Naughty Treat is now posted and available for free. Enjoy and have a wonderful holiday.

A Christmas Treat NAUGHTY LINK!

And now for the Naughty Path. Final update tomorrow! Comic available for free at:

A Christmas Treat NAUGHTY LINK!

The Complete NICE Path of my VVrayven collaboration is now available for free. The Naughty Path is forthcoming.

A Christmas Treat NICE LINK!

Back in 2013, VVrayven and I wrote a collaboration comic to celebrate the holidays. It was a lot of work but I am still very fond of the outcome. It isn’t SFW and my originals on Tumblr have all been flagged and removed, so I’ll need to direct you to the free link HERE. 

There are two paths for this comic - Naughty and Nice. Today’s installment will be the first part of the “Nice” path. Final installment posted Christmas day.

Please enjoy and Happy Holidays.

Trying to dust off my art tools and experiment a bit. Here’s my first playing around. Full size and non-cropped version available HERE.

I drew Andra and Crystal, OC’s of LewdZko. I really like how this one turned out! :>

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