My Life As A Mindless Drone

It was day 3 in the hole for Lucy, although she could barely tell anymore. For an hour a day her captor pulled up the secret hatch to wash and feed the hapless girl. Then she spent the next 23 in cramped darkness, the warm air of the house making her sweat.

In a few more days she would be lead out for a day of breaking in with the cane, then returned for 3 more days, then the cane again. Once her spirit was fully dismantled the evil woman would begin training the girl to her more sexual perversions.

In a matter of weeks Lucy would be forgetting her former life, under fear of being returned to the hole she would service this woman and her nasty friends. She would become a hot piece of meat for them to use and abuse.

“Listen, I don’t have to take this, okay? I don’t know what you think we did together in your–your fevered imagination, and I don’t honestly care. You want to jack off thinking about me, that’s your own fucking business. But don’t sit there and tell all your friends that you’ve been… fucking brainwashing me into your fucking sex toy or whatever bullshit it is you’re trying to peddle, okay? This, this fucking ‘she gets horny every time she hears a bell ring’ thing, it’s…. It is demeaning, and it is degrading, and I’m not going to stand for–”

**chime**

“Oh. Oh fuck. Oh g-god, nnh, nggghh. P-please, Master, please I… f-fuck, feels so… f-ffucking fuck! C-can’t, I… oh, fuck Master yes, g-gonna, gonna cum for you, c-can’t stop, so wet, can’t fucking… nnnh! Nhhh! Gnnnnhhhh! Uh huh, yeah, titties, I… NNNNHHHH!!! Hnnnh. Please don’t stop. Please. Fuck. God. Oh. Ohhhhhh….”

**chime**

“Um. So. Yes. I, uh, I’m sure you think that you and your friends are going to get some kind of big sex show out of your quote ‘hypnotized dolly’, unquote, just because I might have happened to get a little bit warm and unbuttoned my top. I will have you know that it is not going to happen, okay? I’m a modern woman, I’m not ashamed of my body, and I don’t think breasts are any kind of big deal just because infantile men get worked up over them. But that doesn’t mean I’m going to masturbate like some kind of braying idiot while you watch. You can save that kind of thing for your sick, depraved masturbatory fantasies tonight because–”

**chime**

“G-god, oh god, f-fucking… fucking panties, I–fuck! So good, Master, yes, two… two fingers, I–oh god, cumming cumming CUMMING! Yes Master. I’m your good girl, I’m your wet little slut, I… n-no, never remember, never need to remember, just feels so fucking good to be owned, I… oh, shit, c-cumming so hard, please, please take my will away and program me and make me your obedient hypnotized dolly, yes, yes, yes, yes, YES! F-fccckkk….”

**chime**

“I. Well. I, um, I think we’re done here. I, I don’t have to sit here and listen to your smug little insinuations, I can leave perfectly well under my own power–no, frankly I don’t need to pull them back up, I can walk just fine even with my panties around my knees, and I wouldn’t give you the dignity of thinking that your perverted talk has had even the slightest effect on me. They are loose, that’s all. They are a little big on me and they slipped down and I’m leaving now so you can just spend the rest of the evening thinking whatever you want because I–”

**chime**

“Ohhhhhh, fuckkkkkkk….”

Let's talk about that fantasy. You know the one. Don't play coy with me. I mean the "use" fantasy.

You don't want to make love. You don't want to have sex. You want someone to *use* you, to turn your body into a living sex toy, a fleshlight with tits and a dirty talk function. You need to feel so empty, so objectified, to *know* that your partner is masturbating using your body to get off, with no care for you, your pleasure or even your humanity.