Tick Tock, Suck Cock

"come here, baby. let me see." you shy at first, embarrassed. but i was patient. consistent. every single day, asking to see. making it routine. normal.

"show me." until it became automatic. until you stopped thinking about it. now i just have to say the words and you're already moving. already reaching down. already pulling your panties to the side without question. no hesitation anymore. no embarrassment. just obedience.

just that empty-headed compliance i've trained into you. watching your brain shut off the moment i give the command. all thoughts disappearing. just spreading your legs and showing me like the good girl you've become. and you love it now. love how simple it is. love not having to think. love just obeying.

getting wet just from hearing "inspection time, angel." your body responding before your brain even processes it. conditioned so perfectly. trained so well.

i'll be across the room and just say "come here, sweetheart. show me." and you're already walking over. already hiking up your skirt or pulling down your pants. already pulling your panties aside and spreading yourself open for me to inspect.

no questions. no thoughts. just automatic obedience. exactly how i trained you. and i love checking my work. love seeing how wet you are just from following commands. love the glazed look in your eyes. love how dumb and pliant you've become.

my perfect, brainless little slut. inspecting you whenever i want. sometimes multiple times a day. sometimes in public when we're out, pulling you into a bathroom. "show me." you obeying instantly. sometimes first thing in the morning. "let me see how wet you got overnight, baby."

so now, every morning, you spend several minutes adjusting your wardrobe and posing your chest in front of your webcam before it will finally log you in and let you get to work. you're sure it's been getting worse lately too, requiring you to expose yourself more, perk your tits up at odd angles, bounce and jiggle...

However, how much is left of Britney is up for debate.

You see, we enslaved Britney from a club about three months ago along with a bunch of her friends. And while her friends were lucky enough to be sold off within a couple of days, Britney was not. She was selected for additional training.

So, everyday for the past three months, Britney has been trained. 18 hours a day. No days off. That means spending up to sixteen hours a day riding a vibrator and cummings more times than she can count. When she wasn’t cummings, she was being used by group of men (and some women) all at the same time. Sometimes she was being whipped. Other times, shocked. For sixteen hours a day it was nothing but sexy, torture and humiliation. Then, at the end of a long day of being used, she would be thrown into a dogs cage, and it would start all over again as soon as she woke up the next day.

Now at some point during the last three months, she checked out mentally. I don’t mean for a little while. I mean Britney is now gone. Replaced by a slut who whole life existence is to please her owner. That includes pleasuring them, being tortured to amuse them, or any other thing her owner desires. No name, but one purpose.

The we added the gag because when she does not have a cock in her mouth, she tends to drool without realizing it. Since we had to add the gag, we locked her up with the full collar and arm binder as well. Just so she would look the part. It’s not like she needs to wear any of it. When not being used, she just kind of stands there blankly, looking off into the distance.

They smiled as you blinked, mind instantly reacting to their words, going blank. “That’s it. You just get to drop, and drift, and be so wonderfully mindless, and empty-headed for me.” They cupped your chin, still staring intently into your eyes. It was so easy to stare back.

“And that’s when you’re at your best, aren’t you? Mindless, and obedient, and helpless to do anything but drop deeper.” The hand cupping your chin lowered a little. Your head followed. “And you just keep getting more obedient, more willing to do what I say…”

They pulled that hand on your chin away. “Kneel.” You sank to your knees. Feeling so helpless. “Good toy. Drop deeper.” Your eyes were drooping. “Feel gravity pulling your mind deeper into blissful submission. As it pulls your weak body down too…”

They pointed down. “Prostrate yourself, toy.” They laughed, as you did so, going to your hands, as well as your knees. “Awh, too weak to even kneel, huh? It’s okay. Soon enough you won’t have enough strength to stay up at all, and when that happens-”

Your arms gave out, slowly, and you had sunk to the floor, just lying there. Too weak to move. Helpless to resist. “Oh.” They sounded surprised, but pleased. “There we go. You can just stay there, whilst I implant some more conditioning to that weak mind of yours.”

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"Still in there, sweetie?" Darren asked, and Lorna knew she was in trouble when the answer slipped away in a tide of pleasure and all she could do was roll her eyes back in her head and grunt like a rutting sow in response to his words. Their friends gave a little chuckle at that, which should have embarrassed Lorna and probably did but the feeling was buried under wave after mind-shattering wave of utter ecstasy. Her whole body quaked and jiggled, especially her ample ass, while her supposedly ex-boyfriend fingered her at the jackhammer pace she'd missed so very badly. It was a dangerous place to be.

Because she knew the crowd they hung out with all too well. They were all kind of kinky, they were all kind of sexually perverse, and they all had a sadistic streak even if some of them were just submissives who loved to watch someone get even weaker and sluttier than they were. If Lorna couldn't pull her shit together and prove that it took more than Darren's strong, dexterous fingers to melt her into a puddle of brainless lust, she was going to become the entertainment at every single one of their little get-togethers… and that was bad, even if Lorna couldn't remember why it was bad right now because she was cumming so hard she barely knew her own name anymore.

That was kind of the hardest part of levering herself out of the mushy, messy pit of lust she'd fallen into--every time Lorna tried to warn herself that she was going to wind up as nothing more than a party favor for a band of perverted freaks who loved passing her around, every time she pictured herself going dumb and dizzy and just melting into a warm haze of arousal while the others casually groped and fondled her naked body and used all her holes for their own amusement, it only heightened the pleasure Darren was eliciting with his sculptor's fingers. He could make stone and metal bend to his whim, so what chance did her pussy stand? None, and that shouldn't have turned her on as much as it did but there she was squirting all over the towel he put down.

"Yeah, I think she's pretty much gone," she heard him say, but it was as if she was down at the bottom of a well and the words were coming from far overhead. "She got like this all the time when I really started working on her, kind of like she was hypnotized or something," he added, and the appreciative chuckles washed over Lorna like birdsong while her mind struggled to string together even a single coherent thought. This was why she broke up with Darren in the first place, because she could just tell she wasn't going to have the wit to resist him if he started getting assertive about something, and it was kind of nice to be proved right but not if it meant getting shown off to a half-dozen people with her cunt gushing all over the damn place.

The trouble became danger when Kara, one of her supposed friends and someone who ostensibly cared about her, leaned over the arm of the couch and whispered, "You're going to wake up wanting to eat my pussy," into Lorna's delicate, shell-like ears. It wasn't even that she heard it and immediately felt the notion glomp onto her hazy, dissociated consciousness without a trace of resistance--it was that she knew this was setting a precedent among the group. Now that they all realized she couldn't stop herself from spreading her legs for Darren and going totally cum-dumb and suggestible, they'd all want a turn… and Lorna knew, on an intuitive level that even her total mental vacancy couldn't reach, that she would wind up doing every last thing they said.