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You feel embarrassed guilty, and slightly disgusted that this horrific scenario arouses you…and yet…it DOES arouse you. It makes your slutty cunt soak, and drool down onto your tight greedy little asshole.

This is because, at your core, you want nothing more than to be a used as a set of holes. A nameless fuck toy that exists to serve, please, and obey…

Ductaping a vibe to her clit on medium and asking her questions. Turning it lower with every correct answer she gives. Turning it up every time she answers wrong.

She’s a smart girl (not for long, but even dummies are good at pattern recognition) and will answer wrong to chase her pleasure.

Mouth hanging ever-so-slightly agape. That happens when she's doing this. There's a string of drool stretching down from her chin.

Stretching. Drops.

Drips into the puddle already there between her legs. Mostly drool.

Mostly.

The brainwashing is daily. To help fix some bad habits and to help introduce some new, better ones. She can't remember any of that, obviously. As far as she's concerned nothing has changed at all. She's always loved sucking cock. She's always dropped to her knees on command. She was always like this. This is just normal.

And of course it is. Now.

Good girls accept their brainwashing of course, whether or not they believe in it, and so she listens every day, putting the headphones on and kneeling and very quickly just zoning out completely. After an hour or two he usually comes and takes them off and a few minutes later she gives an especially big blink and looks around and wonders what happened.

Usually. Today though he came in a little early.

He waves a hand in front of her face, but there's nothing. She's gone. He even taps her nose but all it does is make another drip of drool fall sooner than it would have. She is very gone. This is good.

He pulls down his flies. Still nothing. Only when he rests the head of his cock on her bottom lip does she respond. Her mouth opens, she groans, but her eyes are still empty. She groans deeper as she slips in.

Brainwashing and cock fill her head. The only things in her head right then: the words in her ears and him. She can't think about it, obviously, but if she could she'd know it was perfect. Nothing else mattered. Nothing else could matter.

The groaning is constant. The drooling is so much worse. She's sucking as a reflex but really he's just fucking her face, hands on her head pulling her down to meet him as he thrusts. Using her to get off. The voices in her ears and in her mind tell her this is good, this is what she's for, that she needs this, that she wants this. She has to listen. It's not her choice. It makes her better.