Mitchell wasn’t the kind of guy to do this sort of thing.

A week ago he had been a shy, meek boy finishing up his college degree in mathematics.
A week ago he had been getting over his girlfriend leaving him.
A week ago he was normal.
But yesterday, while he was out shopping for clothes for summer, he came across a store he had never seen before.

The sign simply said “DISCOUNT!!! 75% OFF!!!”, with no indication what they were actually selling. With dark, musty windows, it was impossible to tell without going inside. Considering he had spent most of his money already on summer wear, Mitchell didn’t really think they’d have anything that would interest him, but since it was such a good sale he figured he’d at least browse.

Inside, he saw why they were selling everything for 75% off. The store was packed with racks and racks of winter clothing. Heavy jackets, long johns, and snow pants made up the majority of the store, with bins full of gloves and mittens. The walls were covered in shelves containing folded sweaters, sweatshirts, and boots. Clearly they needed to clear out inventory before they could stock the store with stuff more fitting of the season.

As Mitchell turned to leave, he saw the girl sitting behind the cash register. With a pale face and long, raven black hair, she was decidedly attractive. She was reading a magazine of some sort, although the cover was blank, and chewing bubble gum. Every so often she would blow a bubble, letting it pop loudly before sucking it back into her mouth. Something about her was captivating, and before he knew it he had walked up to the front desk.

As he got closer, he noticed that she was also wearing clothes not exactly suited to the climate. Everything she wore was black, long-sleeved, and wool. It all hugged her body tight, showing off her figure, but he knew it had to be incredibly warm. Puzzled, he made a noise to get her attention.

She turned and looked at him. “Yeah? Can I help you?” A look of irritation flashed across her face. Mitchell was taken aback for a second.
“Uh, yeah. I was just wondering, uh, why do you guys have so much winter stuff? And why are you wearing winter stuff? Isn’t it hot?”
The girl continued to glare at him. “Yeah, it’s a little hot, but I like these clothes. We have so much winter stuff because we were in the process of moving locations during winter. Now all our inventory is from two seasons ago and we need to dump it all. Fortunately once people start coming in here, it should fly off the shelves. Not like it matters to you.”
Mitchell felt a little uneasy around her, and since there wasn’t anything in here he particularly wanted, he turned around to leave.
“Wait.”
Mitch froze at the command.
“Since you’re the first person to come in since we opened, how about I give you something for free? Then you can tell people where you got it from.”
“Where I got it from? What’s your store called? It doesn’t have a sign.”
“That’s not a problem. Just tell people where to find us. They’ll figure it out.”
The girl blew another bubble. “Anyways, I think we have something that would suit you. Follow me.” And with that, she led him into the back of the store.

Digging through boxes, she pulled up a sort of ugly Christmas sweater with an angry emoji on it.
“Try this on.”
Mitch balked at the idea, but he kind of wanted to do what this girl said so he complied. He slid the sweater over his head. Just as expected, it was entirely too warm, but it was also oddly comforting.
“Well? How’s it feel? You like it?”
“Uh, yeah, it’s comfy I guess, but I’m not a huge fan of the design. And I don’t want to wear this in the heat.”
“Don’t worry. Just wear it out of the store and to your house. On the way home, point us out to anybody who asks about it. Then you can take it off and never put it on again. Deal?” The look in the girl’s eyes had changed since she had brought him back here. There was something sly and mischievous about them now. Mitchell still felt uneasy, but he sighed.
“You’re got yourself a deal.”

The thing about the store that Mitchell had walked into was that, depending on the customer, the items would react with them. And the sweater the girl at the counter gave to him reacted with Mitchell. As he wore it all day, he felt himself getting more confident, more outgoing, and most of all, more horny. By the time he got home, he absolutely had to jerk off. By the time he was done jerking off, he had to again. And the third time he jerked off, he started thinking about his ex.
Laura was cute, and petite, but god he was pissed that she broke up with him. Him, one of the smartest men in the city, with a bright future ahead of him! And he wasn’t bad-looking, either. Who was she to tell him that he wasn’t good enough for her? That he was too boring? As her jerked off for the fourth time that day, he felt his blood start to boil. That fucking bitch… He’d show her just how interesting he could be!

And that’s why, the next day, he had a crying, desperate Laura tied to his bed, his testosterone-addled brain driving him wild with lust and anger. He knew he had had a plan when he got in his car to go to her house, but by the time he got there, he was nothing but a worked up bull, wanting, needing, to destroy the woman who had wronged him.

Mitchell started to undress. He took off his shoes, his pants, his underwear, and finally, the sweater, revealing his new, chiseled body. As the sweater left him, so did its effect. However, the changes it had already made were permanent. Mitchell wasn’t necessarily dumber, but he was too horny to think properly anymore. He was ripped, toned, and hunky, and he gave off a powerful musky scent that was guaranteed to drive women wild. And most of all, he wanted revenge on Laura for dumping him.

He didn’t want her back, though. No, if she didn’t want him, he didn’t want her. His cock hard from her tears and pleading, he started to come up with another plan. He reached down and tore her pants and panties off of her, his bearish strength both terrifying and impressing the helpless girl. He climbed over her, his scent overpowering her.

“Stop crying.”
Laura started crying harder.
“I said STOP CRYING, YOU DUMB BITCH!”
And she did.
“You want my cock, don’t you?”
Laura desperately wanted to say no. She desperately wanted the answer to honestly be know. But something about his scent, and the way he talked now, made her nod her head in agreement.
“Good girl. You’re cute when you’re terrified. Like a dumb little rabbit.”
And with that, he slammed his dick hard into Laura’s cunt.
As he fucked her roughly, he started talking to her, molding her mind with his cock and his scent.
“You just want to go along with whatever I say, don’t you? The reason you left me was because I wasn’t assertive enough, wasn’t it? This is the kind of thing you wanted from me, wasn’t it? Well now you’re getting it, you dumb slut. You’re getting it and you love it. You couldn’t imagine being fucked by anybody else but me. In fact, you can’t imagine much of anything besides my cock, can’t you? Because you’re just a sex-addicted trophy maid, a stupid whore made to please my cock and keep my place clean for me. Because you didn’t want a boyfriend, you wanted a master. And now I’m your master. Say it.”
Laura was shaking with lust as she felt his words reprogram her mind. “I-I wanted a m-m-masterrr…” She could barely get the words out, her speech slurred as her brains melted into orgasmic goo.
“That’s right, whore. And you don’t mind sharing master, do you? Because I’m not your boyfriend. I’m not your Mitchell. You left me. You didn’t want me. So you don’t mind if I fuck other girls right in front of you, and make your slutty mouth clean them up after I’m done with them. Isn’t that right?”
Laura nodded, her mind too addled to speak.
“That’s a good girl. Now cum for me like the worthless fuckhole you are.”
Laura came harder than she’d ever cum in her life. Drool was spilling out of her mouth, and her eyes were rolled back in her head. Mitchell groaned in ecstasy, then pulled out and sprayed his cum all over her stomach and tits. Reaching down, he untied her from the bed.
He smiled down at his former girlfriend, and the slutty mess he had turned her into.
“You know what good girls like you need, Laura?”
She shook her head. She wasn’t sure of anything anymore.
“They need a good slut uniform to wear around the house. Don’t worry, I know the perfect place to find you one. I’ll make sure it really suits you. Now get on your knees. We’re going for round two.”

Hey, I was going through my Tumblr and cleaning some stuff up, and I accidentally deleted two stories, so I’m re-uploading them. This is one of them.

Finally, you could relax.
The last few months were nothing more than a blur to you. A hot, sexy, messy blur of passion and submission, but a blur nonetheless.
For some unknown reason, you had gained the ability to read people’s minds. This led to you being exposed to all the sick, nasty, and depraved things they thought about you, which in turn led to you knowing exactly what peopled viewed you as. This spiraled out of control until you were nothing but a fuckpet, seeing yourself through the eyes of all the perverts that surrounded you.
You were able to control it at first, by just focusing your thoughts on your boss. You figured, if you just let your mind’s ability to pick up on everybody’s lust channel itself on one person, you’d be perfectly safe. And true, it helped a lot! You even became quite proficient at it, able to essentially block out pretty much everything except your boss’s thoughts. This led to you being one of the best and most productive employees in the office, able to immediately respond to things nobody else even knew were happening.
But unfortunately for you, your boss was just as much of a pervert as everybody else around you. On one of your “visits” to his office, you picked up on a new desire of his: to share you with one of his higher-ups. Despite everything you had contributed to the firm, especially in the last few months, he still saw you as fuckmeat and nothing more. He planned on loaning you out, whoring you out, to his superiors, knowing that sex always sells and you’d be the perfect sales pitch. With your slutty mouth and dripping pussy, he’d have you suck and fuck his way to the top of the corporate ladder, keeping you on a metaphorical (although in his mind, literal) leash, being his little pet to make him rich and successful.
And unfortunately for you, your months of tuning your mind to his made you even more susceptible than usual to his perversions. With all his new ideas bouncing around in your head, it became impossible to tell where what he wanted started and what you wanted began. So you became his loanbunny, an eager set of holes willing to please anybody to get a fleeting “good girl” thought from your boss. Soon, he wasn’t just your boss: he was your master. He owned you and there was nothing you could do about it. Not that you wanted to do anything about it; you were thoroughly enjoying yourself. Sure, maybe it was your master who was enjoying watching you be nothing but a dumb skank, but to you it didn’t matter. What your master wanted, you wanted, and what your master wanted you to do, you did.
You, of course, lost your job. Master fired you and filled your spot with somebody who, while less skilled than you technically were, wasn’t as malleable and whorish as you. You became his live-in maid of sorts, serving not just Master, but anybody he brought over. Some very special VIPs got keys to his apartment so they could come over and use you at any time, and you couldn’t care less.
Then one day, Master left on a business trip. He told you to be a good girl, and that you were to open the door for any guests who came by, key or no key, but after two days nobody had shown up.
You were restless, bored, and aimless. You hadn’t used your own brain in god knows how long. As far as you knew, it was totally fried, incapable of doing any processing on its own. Mindlessly, you sat down and turned on the TV, a rote task hardwired into your muscle memory from years of doing exactly that.
A cooking show was playing. The man on the television was making some kind of Italian food. You registered the ingredients. You registered the knives. You registered his words. Slowly, you realized that your brain did indeed still work, and not only that, but it was completely quiet.
Well, not completely. You could still hear faint buzzes from the people in the building and on the street, but compared to the overwhelming roar of Master, they were nothing. Your mind was free to wander once again.
You flipped through the channels. It had been so long since you were “free” you didn’t even know what to do. Since you were told to be a good girl, you focused on that. The eagerness you had to obey, however, was gone, and soon you found yourself going back through the past year or so. With growing disgust, you realized just how messed up you had been. Your ability to read minds had seriously fucked you up, and now you were essentially unemployed, serving a guy you didn’t even particularly like in every way he wanted, plus you were his willing tool to corporate godhood. With your disgust grew anger at the man who had taken advantage of you. You were an independent woman! How dare he treat you like an animal!
Almost like the TV could hear your thoughts, you hit a channel playing a special on the Earth. Scenes of forests, rivers, mountains, and deserts flashed across the screen. You saw animals living quietly. You saw trees waving lazily. You saw perfect tranquility.
You stood up. Nothing in your life had ever been more clear than this. Striding into the bedroom, you threw into a backpack as many warm clothes as you could find. You grabbed a credit card from a drawer, and with your satchel in hand, you marched out of the building.
Stopping at a supermarket, you picked up loads of dried food. Fruits, granola, and jerky were what were going to sustain you on your bid for absolute freedom until you learned how to care for yourself.
You stopped at the library and opened up tab after tab of information on how to get by in the wilderness. Your ability to concentrate slowly went down, however, as the voices started to grow louder. It seemed you had a time limit before you were overwhelmed by the sick fantasies of everybody around you. Printing off everything you weren’t able to memorize, you shoved the sheets of paper into the already-full sack and caught a bus to the edge of the city. Tossing your cellphone into the freeway, you turned your back on civilization and set off to parts unknown.

Sitting under your shelter, you sighed to yourself. There was something incredibly peaceful about having to answer to nobody but yourself. You had already made plenty of preparations for Winter, so once the temperate weather changed to snow and ice, you’d be ready to buckle down and survive.
It had been six weeks since you disappeared. You hiked for two of those weeks almost nonstop, putting as much distance as possible between you and your former life. You waded through creeks and crossed hills to try and tire out and through off any search parties that might be looking for you, and despite the cold at night, you made sure not to start any fires that might alert somebody to your location. It wasn’t until your mind was completely unable to pick up on any signals from anybody that you decided to settle down and make a spot for yourself deep in the forest.
It hadn’t been easy at first. You wound up having to use many of your valuable sheets of information as fire starter as you struggled to get the hang of making fire by hand. And while finding berries and mushrooms was easy enough, your stomach growled for a whole week while your traps and hooks failed to catch anything. But before you were a month in, your resolve rewarded you. Now you could catch enough food for yourself for the day with ease, and you were able to stockpile on everything just in case you got injured or the weather suddenly went south and you were unable to hunt. It had been a test of endurance, but you survived, and now you were free.
Walking out, you made your way to your favorite sitting rock and started meditating. You had discovered just how wonderful it was to completely untether your mind, and not even let yourself be in control of your thoughts. Your time being enslaved to others was over, and now you were going to end your time being a slave to yourself. A small grin spread over your face as the sun shone down on you, warming you up and filling you with mirth.
Then, you felt it. The familiar electric shock you were sure you had managed to leave behind when you left. You quickly stifled it and it died out, but you knew what you had felt. Somebody’s thoughts had managed to reach you. Horror set in as you realized your powers must just be getting stronger, or somebody was close by, or both. You hadn’t brought a map, so there was no way to say just how close to hiking trails or popular fishing spots you might be, but considering how you hadn’t felt anybody’s presence until today, you knew it was unlikely. Your meditation broken, you hurried back to camp. Panicking, you paced around your smoldering campfire, trying to think of a course of action.
Your meditation had made your mind stronger. Perhaps you’d be able to keep quiet any voices? But you knew that if your power kept growing, you’d never be able to rest peacefully. What if it covered the entire world? What would you do then? What if it started pinging your thoughts to other people? The possibilities of what could happen started making you panic, so you sat down and took a few deep breaths.
And you felt it again. Sharp. Strong. Something about it was different, though. Your curiosity getting the better of you, you reached your mind out to it.
The feelings kept hitting you. Something about it was primal, almost. Unformed and animalistic. This wasn’t like anything you had ever experienced before. Focusing, you tried to work out what exactly you were picking up on.
Then it suddenly changed. The aimless mess of emotions had definitely sensed you, and now it was getting closer. Terrified, but too curious to move, you felt it grow closer and closer, and stronger, until finally…
A lone wolf entered your field of vision. You softy gasped as you both made eye contact. Your mind reading, however, told you that it was far more scared of you. It had seen creatures like you before, and it absolutely didn’t like you or your kind. You weren’t able to pick up why, but you could guess. Knowing that it had sensed you, you tried soothing it. Maybe your powers could now work both ways?
To your amazement, it worked. The wolf started calming down. Slowly but surely, you were able to build up communication with it. Encouraging it to come closer to you, it, no, he, stood next to you. You reached out a hand, telling him that it was all ok, and started stroking his fur. He liked that. You kept stroking. He licked your face. You giggled, then licked him back.
Unfortunately for you, your powers had grown, but your mind had actually weakened. Having spent so much time meditating and not enough time sharpening yourself, it left you open and suggestible. By opening up a two-way connection, you caught yourself in a feedback loop without realizing it, and soon everything human in you was gone as your mind became more and more wolf-like. Likewise, the wolf started seeing you as more and more like a wolf as your humanity left you, and having a new female in its pack, it knew exactly what to do.
So did you, as you got on all fours and offered your pussy to your new alpha. The wolf mounted you with ease, your pussy wet and eager to be bred by your one and only god. Your mind continued to melt as he thrust in and out, his huge penis stretching you wide as you howled and moaned into the dirt. Unable to close the link between you, since you were no longer aware that you even had mind-reading powers, you let his pure animal lust fill you up as his cum did. Completely feral, you followed him back to his pack, where the other male wolves quickly made their way to you.
You were never found. In a way, your foray into the forest had been a success. You were now too busy being a horny bitch in heat for your new family to even care about your old life and old responsibilities. You were completely free to live out the rest of your days being the alpha’s go-to cumdump, and nothing could make you happier.

Radiance Re-purposed

Crash

A skylight in a strange laboratory had just been shattered. Amidst the shards of glass hurtling towards the ground was the shapely figure of a woman. She landed gracefully and immediately filled the room with a soft glow. Her body wrapped in skin-tight lycra and her face obscured by a white mask, she was hard to mistake for anything but a superhero. Of course, this was no ordinary superhero, her luminous blonde hair and dazzling skin were obvious clues to her identity…Radiance! The energy manipulator and easily one of the most powerful heroines in the country.

“Dr. Dismay!” she bellowed, “Quit shivering over there in the dark and step into the light!”

The skulking figure emerged from shadow with a distinct smile across his face. “Ah, Radiance. I was expecting you.”

“Of course you were! They all say that. Then again, you didn’t think you could go about creating something as dangerous as a mass brainwashing device and expect me not to show up to stop you now, did you?”

“Oh no I most certainly did not. In fact I was relying on you showing up if I’m honest.”

Radiance hesitated, puzzled.

“Relying on it? What are you talking about. I’m here to destroy your lab and put an end to your schemes.” she declared angrily.

“Oh, yes. Not for the first time either. This is what, the third time you have come to wreck my humble workplace.” Dr Dismay mused.

“Yes…you would think a Doctor would learn his lesson at some point.” she teased him.

“Oh, but you haven’t learned your lesson, silly girl. This is the third time you arrived like this. The other times too, you broke my skylight. And the other times you landed in that very spot”. He pointed directly at where she was standing.

“Wha-”

Before Radiance could say a word, machinery whirred into action and several metal objects attached to wires jumped out of the ground at her feet. Radiance could barely react as her ankles and wrists were swiftly shackled by the odd cuffs and a wall of thick glass fell in front of her eyes. Suddenly she was trapped, restrained and detained within some large tube. She tugged at her restraints but clearly force was not going to work here. But Radiance had other skills. She tensed her whole body and released an intense pulse of energy into the cuffs to blast them apart.

However, to her shock, the energy was absorbed into the cuffs and flowed out through the wires just as soon as it had left her. She watched in horror as the lights in the laboratory hummed to life in response.

“What is going on?”

“Its simple really, that burst of energy you just unleashed was siphoned to power my machinery.” he chuckled as Radiance squirmed against her restrains and grit her teeth.

“You fuck, I WILL get out of this. And I won’t be used to give you free electricity for your mad experiments.”

“Oh poor poor Radiance. Yes, you will. But its more than that. That mass brainwashing device you were talking about earlier? Yes, invented it. But it has a key flaw. Such a flaw that I was just about ready to give up on the idea entirely. See, its range is rather small. I can only brainwash a few people at once…ordinarily, that is. Its about the power output you see, even a whole nuclear plant couldn’t produce enough energy to power this toy, not the way I want it. But then I had a thought. Who produces more power than a nuclear power plant? You, Radiance. You, my dear, are a walking, talking, living battery. And I just plugged you in.”

“Fuck you! I won’t give you any more power, you crazy old bastard!” she screamed, still rattling her restraints furiously.

“Oh, I think you will.” he laughed deviously. Radiance stared back, confused. “See, I know you secret identity, miss Lucinda Lumos.” Lucinda’s heart sank.

“H-how did you know that?” she stammered, slumping back against the glass in fear.

“Power outages, of course. Your neighbourhood had an uncharacteristic amount of them. Usually in the evenings, though sometimes in the mornings also. Now, what on earth could have been causing those power outages, I wonder?”

Lucinda turned away, cheeks glowing red.

“Oh, don’t get all shy now, Radiance. Where is that cocky attitude of yours huh? I always had you pegged as more of an exhibitionist, not a shy little slut.”

“Fuck you…its…I can’t…say it…”

“You were masturbating. Cumming your little brains out.” he announced, nonchalantly.

Radiance blushed a deeper shade of crimson now.

“Oh, its a perfectly normal thing to do. Of course, you are anything but normal, as evidenced by the surge of energy unleashed each time you reached that sweet release. Some people masturbate to let off steam but you really take it to a whole new level, taking out power to the whole block. You naughty little cunt, you.” he shamed her.

“No…its not true. It not…my fault…don’t call me that!”

“So, if I want to get the power I need for my little mass brainwashing device, all I need to do is make you cum. Over and over. Again and again. Until the whole world is under my power. See, its the perfect plan.”

“You bastard, I won’t cum for you. There is no way in hell I could possibly cum, looking at your ugly face.” she spat out in disgust.

“That hurts. Truly, but when it comes to making a stupid slut like yourself cum, I have a few tricks up my sleeve.”

With that, a soft hiss echoed throughout her glass tube. Soon Radiance saw curls of pink smoke floating around her head and the air she was breathing seemed somehow heavy…maybe even a little…sticky…in her throat, her nostrils, it lingered. She started to feel her head swimming. Her mind racing. Every breath, she felt stranger. Hotter. Beads of sweat appeared on her brow and she began to perspire into her skin-tight suit as the heat grew. With it came something else. Something primal. Something that made her head spin and her hips buck. Something that made her nipples harden like bullets and her pussy clench.

“Wha…what is this stuff…what are you doing to me…?” she said hazily, only inhaling more of the foreboding gas as she spoke.

“Just a little aphrodisiac to warm things up. I can tell its working, you could poke my eyes out with those nipples dear. And the way you are humping the air…”

Radiance blushed and stopped her subconscious hip motions, though within minutes they had started all over again as the poor drugged heroine lost focus and slipped deeper into her chemically induced arousal.

“Nnnooo…don’t want to be…so horny…it won’t work…I won’t…make it stop!” she muttered as she tried to fight her own instincts. Every one crying out that she needed to be touched. To be bent over and fucked. To feel something hot and hard fill her already slick and aching slit. She wanted it so badly, but she pushed those thoughts down and gave Dr. Dismay the most menacing stare she could.

He chuckled at the pitiful display, Radiance, squirming and groaning and still trying to act like some powerful heroine. Instead of the pathetic little cum-slave she truly was.

“Time to get the real show started!” Dr. Dismay announced as he activated something.

Moments later, a vibrating dildo emerged from the floor beneath Radiance’s feet and rose to meet her crotch, held aloft by a sturdy pole covered in yet more wires. The ankle cuffs pulled her legs taught until they were locked into place, her crotch teetering just above the shaking toy.

“No…get that away from me you fucking pervert!” she cried.

But the dildo kept rising, until the tip pressed against her lips. The vibrations sending shivers through her spine. Radiance’s breathing collapsed as she began to feel something ebbing, a pleasure from her pussy rising inside. No! She had to fight it. Couldn’t let him win.

And so, Radiance gritted her teeth and held back her moans as the dildo rubbing up against her lips sent continuous vibrations through her whole body. A never-ending stream of torment. Pleasure, twisted to suit this villain’s desires. She could only whimper and struggle to hold back her own desires as she fought to remain sane. As she fought not to cum.

Yet, her drooling slit had other ideas. Eventually, Radiance couldn’t take it any longer. She felt her lowering her own hips, felt the toy’s tip pressing firmer against her quivering slit. Parting her. Slowly she forced it into her, until it tore open her flimsy suit and penetrated her sopping cunt. Until she had impaled herself onto it and was squirming and moaning quite audibly now.

Yet, somehow, she clung on to her sanity. Somehow, she kept her orgasm at bay, despite the chills running through her. Despite her every pore begging for her release. For the pure bliss of orgasm. She held back those urges by the skin of her teeth and gave a defiant cry.

“I woooooooon’t…I won’t cuuuum for yoooouuuu!” she moaned aloud as she tried to speak.

“Quite the tough cookie, aren’t you. Some women cum from the aphrodisiac alone…oh don’t give me that look, I had to test it out before I tried it on you. It has a 100% success rate in turning disobedient cunts into sloppy, cum-addicted idiots. But, to speed up the process, how about a nice video for you.

A screen lowered just outside of the tube until it was level with her face. Once it had flickered to life, the scenes playing upon it were very familiar to Lucinda. A man, muscular and strong with thick facial hair and kind eyes was embracing a woman, both nude and covered in sweat. He was thrusting into her with such a powerful rhythm as she simply grunt and struggled for breath. Her eyes rolling back with each thrust.

“What…the…” she was stunned.

“Yes, I had a peak at your internet history. Turns out you are quite the fan of this ‘Bruce Boner’ fellow, if that is his real name…that I highly doubt. I suppose he does have quite the physique, I’m rather jealous.”

“You fucking bastard! Are you threatening to hurt him?” she raged.

“Oh no, I would never. I simply thought that your favourite porn would help you get off quickly. Although, once I have brainwashed everyone in the world, I will have him under my control. And when I do, I can do whatever I want with him. Including having him fuck your little brains out like you have always wanted. Would you prefer that to my toys? You can live a life of nothing but being fucked to endless orgasm by your ideal man, whose only motivation will be to ensure you cum as hard and as often as possible. Quite a good deal, don’t you think? And all I get out of it is unlimited power and control over the entire world.” He began to laugh maniacally.

Radiance’s mind raced. In her horny stupor she began to picture it. The future he was describing. Her, constantly drugged up on aphrodisiac and in the warm but firm embrace of Bruce, feeling his cock inside her. Feeling him cum inside her and hearing those grunts in person. So hot. So…irresistible.

All it took was a moment of weakness. She was already on the verge of orgasm and in an instant she had lost her fight. Waves of pleasure flooded her system and her mind began to shut down as she thrashed and leaked all over her toy. Energy welled up and flowed out of her, slipping away along every wire, even those connected to the toy. Especially those connected to the toy. She felt it. She knew it was happening, but she was powerless to do anything but cum. Cum her brains out.

It didn’t stop at one orgasm either. All that stimulation…all that aphrodisiac…now that the dam had burst the flood would not stop. She came over and over again. Groaning and grinding. Her juices trickled down the pole holding the toy to her crotch just like her power which was being sapped this whole time. Every second, more unfortunate souls were being brainwashed by the sick Dr Dismay’s evil brainwashing device. All because of her. And she was here, cumming. She wasn’t saving people. Wasn’t fighting. She was just squirming and moaning. Not a heroine. Just a slut. Just a broken, brainless, cum-addicted slave.

She passed out, still cumming even as her mind and body had been utterly subdued. She was nothing more than his drooling, wriggling, horny little battery.

Lights out for Radiance!

Ava handed a glass of wine to her friend Morgan as they chatted about life and caught each other up on the new developments.

“Still doing that witchcraft thing Morgan?” Ava asked jokingly.

“You laugh now but I assure you magic is very real!” Morgan responded in a joking tone, but with a somewhat serious look on her face.

“This is why you’re still single. If you put as much effort into dating as you did with witchcraft you’d be so popular with the ladies I’m sure.” Ava pressured her.

“Oh I do fine with the ladies. You’re the one who’s been single for months. What’s stopping you then?” Morgan fired back.

“Well it’s hard finding good guys! Sometimes I think it would be easier if I was into women, ya know?” Ava mused.

“We would love to have you!” Morgan chuckled.

“But that’s just kinda gross, no offence” Ava backtracked.

“Ha none taken. Hey, I notice you’re not wearing that ring I gave you for your birthday.” Morgan pointed out, pouting slightly.

“Oh yeah the cute silver one you got me? Well I had it on for a month and I really loved it…but…one day I woke up and it just didn’t fit anymore. Like, it wouldn’t stay on my finger. Too loose. I don’t know what happened…” Ava explained apologetically.

“Huh. That’s strange. Can I see it?” Morgan enquired, intrigued.

“Sure! Give me a minute.” She chirped as she put down her wine glass and wandered off to find the ring in question. Morgan took a long sip of wine and smiled deviously.

“Found it! Take a look at this.” Ava announced marching back into the room with the silver ring in one hand. She stuck out her finger and slid it over easily before pointing her finger downwards and letting the ring slip downwards until it dropped straight off her finger and she quickly snatched it out of the air before it fell to the ground. “See, way too loose. It wasn’t that way when you gave it to me and I’m not sure what might have caused it…” Ava worried.

Morgan reached out an open hand and asked for the ring. Ava dropped the silver piece of jewellery into her friend’s hand thoughtlessly and watched her examine it. Morgan eyed the ring gleefully and that same, predatory smile spread across her face once more as she clutched the ring tightly and inhaled deeply, trying to quell her excitement and relax for a moment. She was so close now.

Ava squinted in puzzlement Asher friend reached down to her feet with one hand and slid her sandal off slowly. Morgan was so excited she couldn’t stop her breathing from getting louder or her eyes from leering at Ava creepily. Heat was steadily building up in her crotch as her friend became more bewildered and her fate was about to be sealed.

Morgan slid the rind onto her big toe. It fit snugly and she shivered, eyes rolling back as she had a mini orgasm once it was firmly around her toe.

“Um, are you ok Morgan?” Ava asked, unsure and a little fearful.

“Oh I’m very gooood Ava” Morgan moaned seductively.

Ava looked unconvinced and rather off put by her friend’s response. She stood there stiffly as Morgan moved her leg slowly and deliberately, reaching out with her toe extended until the daring digit stroked Ava’s leg gently.

Ava jumped back and gasped when she felt it. As soon as the toe touched her skin it sent sparks through her body. She was immediately breathing heavily and the area where her leg had been stroked was tingling in the most peculiar and distracting way.

“Wh-what are you doing?!?” Ava yelped in shock.

“Oh Ava, if that made you jump then this is going to be very…ooh verrrry fun indeed.” Morgan said as she stood up and strode towards Ava.

“Why did that…feel so…weird?” Ava asked, backing away meekly.

“Witchcraft, my dear.” Morgan said, matter of factly.

“What are you talking about? I felt…like…electricity shoot up my leg. S-stay back, you’re getting too close it’s freaking me out!” Ava protested as Morgan cornered her against a wall.

“Well dear, let me explain. That ring I gave you? It was a witch’s tool. It eats away at the wearer’s soul, little by little, until it’s full. This lovely baby is just bursting with your essence, your life force. You didn’t notice because it was taken so gradually, but your soul is incomplete. It’s broken. Weak. It cries out for its other half. For completion. Your very essence craves it. So as long as I’m wearing this ring, controlling you will be so easy. You’ll be putty in my hands. Plus it looks so good on me, doesn’t it?” Morgan informed her, leaning in close and pushing her lips towards Ava’s to steal a kiss.

Ava turned away in disgust, but then Morgan simply exhaled a hot breath on her cheek and she felt sparks shoot from her face through her lips and she quivered. Just Morgan’s breath on her neck was making her head spin. This was nuts! There was no way what Morgan was saying could possibly be true. Witchcraft. Stealing souls. It’s just…nonsense. But…the tingling lingered and as terrified as she was, deep down she felt it…that part of her that was begging…pleading urgently to be complete. Just to feel another touch…oh god it seemed so wrong!

“Do you feel it? We’re so close…almost touching. I can reach out my tongue and…” Morgan whispered in Ava’s ear before sticking out her tongue and swiftly licking her earlobe.

“Ugh!” Ava groaned as lightning zapped her ear and her knees buckled underneath her. She slid against the wall to the ground, whimpering and trying to quell the yearning that was welling up in her chest. Just that tiny flick of the tongue…it sent her mind racing. If that hadn’t been her earlobe…if that had been her clit…oh fuck! It would break her. There was no denying it. Whatever Morgan was doing to her…it was serious!

She needed to get away! She was sitting, back against the wall as Morgan stood over her menacingly, legs wide in a confident stance. Looking up with wide eyes at Morgan who was practically drooling over her with a look of pure lust in her eyes. Ava steeled herself and lunged to the side, hoping to escape Morgan’s clutches and run. But as she was getting to her feet she felt that toe graze her ankle and the bolt of electricity that shot through her leg was strong enough to topple her.

Now on the floor, she turned over quickly hoping to salvage her escape…yet as soon as her head was turned she found Morgan’s toe waiting for her. It rested gently upon her lips and Ava’s whole body froze it place. Her sensitive lips tingled as waves of pleasure washed through her and Ava felt her mind grow foggy. Her lips felt glued to the woman’s foot and she simply gazed longingly towards the silver ring, shining boldly before her. So tantalisingly close. She was enraptured.

She didn’t even realise when she started kissing Morgan’s toe softly, moaning mindlessly as her whole being craved the sensation that was pulsing through Ava’s trembling lips. Better than an orgasm. Her lips were on fire with a pleasure that defied reason. Completion. She needed that feeling. To be without it was torture. Her body was shaking. She was licking Morgan’s foot now. Her thoughts were suppressed by pure joy as her tongue glided over the soft skin and almost touched the beautiful silver of the ring…

Morgan pulled her foot away just slightly and Ava collapsed. “Oh no, not yet dear. When any part of you touches the ring while I’m wearing it, a small piece of my soul will be infused into you and you’ll become my slave. Permanently. But let’s have a little more fun first.” Morgan teased Ava as she lay below her, twitching and staring at the ring needily.

Morgan put her foot down and walked over to a chair. She sat down lazily and spread her legs wide. Pulling her skirt up and sliding her panties aside she exposed her soaking slit and glistening labia. Ava was still dazed and on the ground.

“Come here Ava. I want you to eat my pussy.” Morgan cooed.

Morgan’s voice rang in Ava’s ears. She was trying to regain her senses but everything was so confusing. She was straight. She would never eat a girl out. That would be so gross…so why was she stumbling and crawling over towards Morgan so eagerly? She wouldn’t dare touch another woman’s privates…except now all she could think about was the blissful lightning that would shoot through her tongue as soon as it touched the slick slit.

She reached Morgan’s crotch and gazed longingly. ‘Am I really about to do this?’ She thought hesitantly. It was still possible to muster enough will to drag herself away…surely…yet…her face was slowly sinking…the more she tried to pull herself away the stronger the tugging became. Like a gravitational attraction. Her face…to Morgan’s sopping pussy. Ava’s tongue reached out tentatively and she realised it was too late. There was no escaping it. 'I’m not gay. I don’t want to do this! Why won’t I stop!“ Ava cried inwardly, but it didn’t even feel true anymore.

Her tongue slipped inside Morgan’s folds and lapped away greedily. Ava was overtaken by the feeling of pure joy from earlier. Her face now glued to Morgan’s pussy as her mind shut down and she licked and slurped without a thought or care whatsoever.

"Mmm…oh god I’ve waited so long to have you here. Such a pretty face…between my legs. Ugh I’m gonna mess up that perfect makeup of yours! I’m gonna paint your face with my pussy fuck I’m so horny right now! Unnng Ava deeper!” Morgan moaned as she pressed Ava’s face into her crotch, thrusting her hips against her face rhythmically.

Ava was overtaken. The further she buried her face between Morgan’s face the more compete she felt. When her cheeks rubbed against Morgan’s thighs…when Morgan’s pussy quivered and clenched…ugh it was too good. Ava was getting dizzy with pleasure. Morgan’s pussy was heaven. Even the taste…she would never have liked this taste before and yet now…now it was all she wanted to taste ever!

Morgan came hard. Her hips bucked and she let out a series of long, loud groans as she spasmed and squirted around Ava’s face. Her toes wriggled, flashing the gorgeous silver ring which caught Ava’s attention once more. As her waves of pleasure subsided, Morgan had to push Ava’s head off her spit and cum soaked slit. She ran her fingers through Ava’s hair and admired the mindless, subservient look in her eyes as she gazed back silently. Awaited Morgan’s instruction.

Ava’s eyes lit up and she began to squirm wildly when she felt Ava’s toe grinding against her slick crotch through her clothes. She began to hump Morgan’s foot like a pathetic animal as she felt lightning shoot from her burning pussy all the way through her and she grunted eagerly.

“I think you’re ready now.” Morgan commented as she slipped her foot under Ava’s waistband and past her panties until her toe was rubbing against her swollen clit.

Ava shivered and melted. Dripping and humping and moaning in pure bliss. She felt Morgan’s toe slide inside her and she felt a whole new level of pleasure. That ring was getting closer and closer and her entire being was melting and turning to a wet, sloppy, horny mess around Morgan’s foot. When the whole toe slid inside her and the smooth silver ring glided over her clit, Ava was complete. That delicious, world changing feeling of completion was magnified and spread throughout her whole body. She felt her shattered would returning. Along with it came a new energy. Thoughts of submission and adoration of her beautiful mistress Morgan flooded her mushy mind.

Mistress Morgan nicknamed her Slava. Slava loved her mistress deeply, with all her soul. In fact her soul now belonged to mistress Morgan. She found herself servicing her mistress often. Obeying her every wish. Whenever she didn’t have a task to be done she would kneel in front of her mistress and wait to be given permission to kiss and suckle on her feet. Mistress still wore the silver ring, now just a pretty trinket, but Slava still found it very reassuring worshipping her mistresses feet. She still admired the ring, vaguely remembering the old days. When she was sad and alone without mistress’ perfect touch. Now…now she was complete.

“Doesn’t it feel amazing, Suzi? Isn’t this everything you ever wanted. Don’t you just love the way Anna teases your clit? Don’t you just adore how Haley sucks your beautiful breasts? I know you want to be one of us.” Tiffany whispered into the ear of the confused and dazed Suzanne as she struggled to survive the three pronged lesbian assault on her body.

“N-no I don’t want this…I’m not into girls…p-please stop…I’m straight!” She said through ragged breaths as her whole body seemed to be melting under their expert manipulation. Suzanne was flushed and quivering and unable to keep her head straight as her most intimate area was totally at the mercy of Anna’s wet pink tongue which was undeniably perfect for pleasuring her sensitive pussy.

“I like it when they fight. I want you to fight. You’ll taste so much sweeter that way. See how long you can stay straight, Suzi. See how long you can keep that adorable pussy of yours from squirting all over Anna’s face. She’s really good at making girls squirt…especially ‘straight’ girls…” Tiffany whispered with a feminine giggle before she gently nibbled on Suzanne’s ear and caressed her right breast eagerly.

“I won’t…mmm…I won’t become….I…I’m not gonna…s-stop that…uhhh” Suzanne’s words stuttered out between soft moans which were escaping form her mouth against her will. Her head was swimming and the unending stimulation of her breasts from the pair of skilled lesbian lovers wasn’t helping. It was very hard to argue when her body was burning with arousal and she had to stop her hands from wandering over their bodies in response.

“Lots of girls think they’re straight, but they always succumb. They all end up begging for more. Hooked on pussy. You want to be hooked on pussy don’t you? You can already feel the craving. You’re a slutty lesbian whore and you know it. Say it. Say ‘I’m a lesbian slut and I love pussy’, Suzi” Tiffany teased as she ran her hand tenderly along Suzanne’s cheeks in a way that made Suzanne feel oddly relaxed and horny.

“Stop it. Ssssssss…..mmmm….stop doing this.” Suzanne said as she felt her resistance sapping away from her uncontrollably. Leaking out like her pussy juices as Anna’s cunnilingus corrupted her to the core. She was shivering and biting her lip and wriggling in a sweaty mess as she felt the inevitable build of an intense orgasm that was about to hit her. She could tell it would be more powerful than any orgasm she had ever had before. She didn’t know how she would stay strong and fight them if something like that hit her. Her whole body was humming with sexual desire, it was the kind of orgasm that would mess with her mind…maybe even turn her gay.

Tiffany’s lips locked with hers and despite trying to will herself to break away from the kiss, Suzanne instead found her tongue eagerly being offered up as they began a passionate sloppy kiss. Slurping sounds and moans were intermixed with greedy tongue sucking and the taste of Tiffany’s saliva invaded Suzanne’s mouth. She was strangely enjoying it. Her saliva was sweet and delicious, Suzanne couldn’t stop herself wanting more, and she certainly got more as they continued kissing and moaning into each other’s mouths desperately. If saliva was this good Suzanne couldn’t wait to sample her pussy juice…

Before she could scold herself for the thoughts that she knew weren’t what she would normally think, Suzanne’s head was blanked by the immense pleasure of orgasm washing over her. She twitched and writhed in delightful agony as Anna attacked her clit mercilessly and drew out the longest, most blissful orgasmic quakes which overtook her very being and overwrote Suzi’s mind with filthy, slutty, depraved desires and ideas.

When the spasming and twitching finally subsided Tiffany whispered once again in Suzi’s ear. “Say it now. Say 'I’m a lesbian slut and I love pussy’. Beg me for a taste.”

Instantly the newly corrupted Suzi complied and moaned out with ragged breaths “I’m a lesbian slut and I love pussy! Please mistress Tiffany let Suzi lick your pussy please I need it I nnnnnnngg!”

With a sinister smile Tiffany pushed the still dizzied slut’s head down to her crotch and inhaled deeply as she began to lap away at her sticky, soaking pussy with such hunger and thought to herself, 'straight girls really are the best slaves’.

Gabrielle screamed into the gag with wide eyes as her captor, the overbearing tormentor who had dragged her away forcefully to his creepy sex dungeon, flogged her already sore and burning ass painfully. This was not the first time she had been disobedient. Every chance she got she would fight back, she didn’t want to be here, she hated this. Hated him and everything he did to her.

She kept telling herself that. Kept resisting and getting punished. She felt like she had a strong will, could hold out through the torture and the rape and when this bastard was finally caught she would still be herself. That’s what she thought at first.

Of course she was wrong. No matter what she told herself, her will was steadily being whittled down. She didn’t want to admit it but this guy who was keeping her bound and restrained, naked and full of cum, was actually very adept at what he did. At everything he did. From the whippings and choking to the…fucking. There should be no way he could give her pleasure, no way she could get wet down here in this hell but…

Each time he fucked her his thick cock would slide in easier. He kept telling her how pleased he was that she was getting wet for him, how much he loved the feeling of her tight pussy around his cock, and how he could tell she was loving it too. She would yell into her gag and squirm in frustration, wishing she could say no. Wishing she could tell him she was disgusted and could never get any pleasure from his pathetic cock. She wished it were true.

Despite her attempts to fight it really didn’t take long before she felt herself breaking. Her pussy would twitch expectantly when he entered the room. She couldn’t work up the energy or the desire to fight him anymore, in fact it was enough effort just to stop herself from grinding her hips against him as he raped her firm butt and dripping slit. She felt so sick. So disgusted. Not with him or what he was doing, but with herself for how she felt. She felt horny. There was some strange hidden part of her that seemed to crave this. Some despicable part that overrode her mind and told her that this was right. That she should submit. She enjoyed being raped. Needed it. Needed her abductor’s vile, stinking cum squirted deep into her womb.

Gabrielle was losing her mind. Even when her captor was gone she couldn’t get him out of her head. She was constantly wet now, waiting in desperate need of his cock to fill that hole in her. Ready for his use whenever he saw fit to rape her. She felt like a toy. It wasn’t like before, when he used her by force. She would thrash and resist…but now she felt utterly defeated. Now she couldn’t stop her body from reacting, her hips from wriggling, her toes from curling whenever he fucked her. Now she really was pliable and obedient and such a perfect little set of wet holes for his cock. Even her mouth, which had only been freed from her gag to drink and eat, was eager to taste his cock. It disturbed Gabrielle to think that way but somehow that just made her wetter.

At this point she knew she was lost. It was just so hard to fight when she could do nothing all day but imagine being fucked. When he took off the gag on her face and pushed his massive cock past her soft wet lips she let her eyes roll back. She had never been like this before but he had grown this undeniable desire inside her to obey. To be used and abused as he wanted. He fucked it into her. Now she was about to cum from tasting his cock. She had just been so desperate to have him in her mouth for a while now, it had been all she could think about to find out what it felt like having the hot throbbing meat so wonderfully stuffed into her face. Feel it against the back of her throat. Feel it choke her with its incredible size. She dumbly humped the ground and her body spasmed in orgasm as she savoured his cock buried down her throat. Knowing she was completely broken. Knowing she was his. A toy for him to drain his balls into. That’s all she would ever be now.

“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…

800milesisadrive:

“Breaking her with pleasure” is painfully underrated.

Never will you hear a girl talk dirtier, admit to more depravity, than when she’s overwhelmed with physical pleasure.

Just listing the “confessions” I’ve heard while fucking a girl are extreme enough to get me deplatformed.

All girls are a single good fucking (or hard edging) away from being perverted, racist, gender traitors.

Helping them give in - using their guilt and ravenously repressed desires for kink fuel - is perhaps the most fun I’ve ever had.

Prompt #5

“You think … just by - hurting me — you can break me ?”

“Well, I can certainly try,, it doesn’t seem like you’ll last very long either by the looks of it, shame really - I was starting to have fun”

“Are you sure you want to go through with this?” You ask, running your finger over the large red button. This is all so weird.  When your friend, not really even your friend, this stranger you talk to on the internet, when they messaged you and asked if you could do them a favor… How could you say no to a deal like that? You didn’t think they would really take you up on your offer of a room. A room to stay in while they erase themselves.

“I’m sure…” he giggles, eyes wide, excited at what he’s finally doing. You’re thinking of him as a he, but even at a glance you can tell there’s something else going on there. He’s been taking something, surely. Men don’t have figures like that, waists that tiny. Men especially don’t have lips that large or such long beautiful hair…. What the fuck is up with this guy?

“You…. You’re not gonna rob me and leave me here are you?” He smirks, choosing not to look you in the eye. You feel a slight sting as you realise this is all part of it. He doesn’t even trust you. If he did, would it really count as “true helplessness”?

Because that’s why he’s here. You think back to the ad you responded to. It was only a few days ago, but things have moved so fast since then….

WANTED: A partner to help me experience true, complete helplessness. I will need a room in your home, in which I will dose myself with mind-altering drugs, bind myself beyond escape, and use hypnosis to fuck my mind beyond comprehension. You will need to take me to some pre-paid appointments, and watch over me to make sure I don’t die. After 40 days, my schedule will be complete and you can do whatever you like with me. Use me, make money off hiring me out. Sell me for all I care.

So you watch, transfixed and this person goes about binding themselves tightly in place. As they shove a large vibrating plug into their asshole. As they pull a sports mouthguard from its case, and carefully, slowly insert it over their teeth. He showed it to you earlier, it’s completely lined with tabs of LSD. He’s got three more that you will have to put into his mouth every 10 days. He said there’s enough in each one to totally fry his brain, and absorbing it through his gums should make it kick even harder…. This guy is really serious about what he’s doing.

He beckons you over, and you help him finish off his rig. You bind his hands, place the VR headset over his eyes, noise cancelling headphones over his ears, and finish up with the ball-gag over his lips. He takes a sharp inhale through his nose as he steers himself for what’s to come. Even around the ball in his mouth, you can see him smiling involuntarily. He’s fucking loving this.

You look over the schedule he handed you, detailing his pre-paid appointments. He has a hypnotherapist coming every three days to, as he put it “reinforce my programming”, you’re supposed to let them in and just leave them to it. In 14 days you have to remove him from the rig and transport him to a small private surgical practice nearby. You’re not sure what they’re going to do to him there, but you’re supposed to put him back on hypnos as soon as he gets out of surgery.

From there, there are 2 more surgical appointments a dental appointment of some description, and one right at the end of the 40 days, with apparently 2 weeks of recovery time in the hospital. What the fuck is this guy planning on doing to himself?

The final note, just mentions a dodgy tattoo and piercing studio downtown. You’ve walked past it before, but the people there seem a little extreme for your liking. The note next to it says “just leave me there if you don’t want to deal with me anymore”.

You look from the list you’ve agreed to stick to, to the immobile person bound in front of you. He’s bobbing up and down now, looking like a little kid about to get a candy shopping spree. He gives the signal, a slow, calculated nod, and you push PLAY on the device plugged into his headset and headphones. Flashing lights and strange noises start, and you’re sure are going to continue nonstop for the next 40 days.

As agreed you exit the room, turning off the light and locking the door behind you, not to return for 12 hours to check on him.

You stand at the door for a long time thinking about what’s going on on the other side of it…did you just get yourself a free sex slave? Coz it really seems like that’s what he’s doing to himself. Well, if nothing else, the next 40 days, are going to be really fucking interesting.

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*Giggles*

Hi friends! It feels nice to be posting again. I couldn’t find any good porn to go with this story, so if you find some, like send it my way and I’ll add it :D

I suuuuper wanna try this for myself… any volunteers to be my babysitter?

<3 Age