Theresa admired her work. 6 sessions with the machine was all it had taken for the result in front of her, a mindless sex kitten, mouth and tongue ready for service, cunt oozing juices onto Theresa’s waxed mahogany floor boards. That last part was no matter though, the kitten would be cleaning that up her self once she was finished with her other duties.
Her name was once Nancy, a 19 year old university student studying law. Top of her class, destined for greatness. That was until 1 week ago, when Nancy had rather foolishly taken a shortcut home from the library late one night, due to the heavy downpour of rain. Theresa loved using the rain when hunting for new prey, everyone paid less attention to their surroundings, supported by the reduced visibility and attempts to keep yourself as dry as possible. Nancy ducked from alleyway to alleyway along the shortcut. Not mattering about the dark, focused on getting home without needing to wash her hair (again) and dry her books on the radiator. She saw an alcove up ahead and dashed into it, taking a moment to catch a breath.
Theresa had watched the young girl run straight toward her, and couldn’t believe her luck. Usually she had to lure her victims in, make them feel safe until she was close enough to use her strength and a moment of surprise to subdue the hapless girls. This one was so busy trying to keep herself dry she hadn’t noticed the woman in the shadows, who merely had to reach out with a chemically soaked rag and wrap her muscular arms around the girl, her muffled scream muffled further by the pounding rain all around them.
Nancy’s struggle was short, she had been surprised to see another figure in the alcove, but her innocence had put it down to someone sheltering from the rain rather than a 50 year old predatory woman waiting to strike. Before she could catch her breath the woman had grabbed the girl, cupping her mouth with some kind of rag. Caught off guard Nancy went to scream, only to breathe in a thick cloud of toxic fumes, numbing her almost instantly. Her half-hearted scream turned to gasps as consciousness slipped and eyes fluttered, before she fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.
Nancy woke up startled as water was splashed over her . She immediately tried to protect herself but her arms and legs were fixed securely to a chair. She looked down to see this perverted bitch had stripped her naked, her pert breasts on display and even . Her headache sent pain through her as her eyes focused on the older woman, her plump body and bulbous bottom a few feet away, now turned to face some sort of computer system. The woman was wearing a silk dressing gown, stockings and heels, and was humming to herself as she entered commands on the machine. Nancy tried to scream but the rubber ball gag in her mouth made it all but useless.
“Oh darling you can scream like that all you like, your gagged cries just turn me on more.” Theresa said aloud, turning to face her captive while holding some sort of VR headset like she had tried at her friends house not too long ago.
Nancy shot the woman dagger eyes. Nasty old bitch, she couldn’t wait to get out of here and give this woman what she deserved. A long prison sentence.
The headset was fitted on Nancy’s head and headphones were plugged in her ears. Then Nancy heard tapping and suddenly her vision was filled with pretty colours, pinks and yellows and greens folding into themselves as a vibrating noise purred in her ears. Nancy was taken aback and stopped squirming a moment as her brain tried to focus on the lights. Time passed, and she felt relaxed. She heard her captors voice softly over the pulsing noises telling her things, but she wanted to ignore her, just focus on the lights. Nancy let them wash over her, and felt calmer as her headache began to fade the more she let the lights run across her vision in 3d splashes and spirals. Sometime later (she lost all track with the headset on) she felt something being nudged between her thighs, before the pulsating in her ears began to echo in her crotch, and Nancy began to moan.
Many hours later Theresa moved the headset and looked over the frightened but docile girl now in front of her. The struggles were gone, and gliding her fingers between the girl’s thighs revealed she was wet. Nancy was in a daze as she was cuffed, let out of the chair and guided back into a cage in the corner of the basement room. Theresa had taken precautions to apply the chains before release from the chair, but it was unnecessary - the student meekly looked around as Theresa lead her to her bed for the night. Theresa grinned, the new calibrations had worked better than ever expected.
Nancy looked out through the bars, trying to focus on any thoughts. This was… wrong? Shouldn’t she be somewhere else? Girls weren’t meant to be naked, in chains, locked behind bars were they? There was so much she didn’t know. She started with herself, that should be easy. What was her name? Words came pouring to the front of her head all at once ‘fuck puppet’ ‘slave kitten’ ‘cunt lapper’ and she shook them away. None of those sounded quite right. She was sure it began with N. Nicola? No. Nigella? Nope. Naomi? Felt closer but it was beginning to hurt. OK try something new. Where did she live? Not this dog cage surely? A house maybe? Probably. She searched her mind, but only found fragments. A lawn, a window she looked out of, a bright red door, a cosy basement with a dog cage. Wasn’t it this basement? She shook her head confused. Do I live in this basement? This made her head hurt more. She needed something she 100% knew, but all this thinking was tiring.
What did she do in life? Immediately she felt the word OBEY sear across her mind. She tried to look past it. She was a… student. That was it, a student. Nancy grinned knowing she had remembered something right. Deciding to keep on this line of thought she decided to think about what she was studying. To obey? No that isn’t a course they teach silly. To be a good girl. Yes. Everyone told her she was the best, she must have studied to be a good girl. Nancy yawned, happy she still remembered some things. Her name would surely come tomorrow. She curled up and drifted into a deep sleep, dreaming of how good it felt to obey.
The next day Theresa walked in to see Nancy awake, taking in her surroundings. The girl’s face was all confusion, but she reluctantly followed as Theresa tugged on the chains attached to the girl’s wrists. Nancy wasn’t sure what was happening. She was safe in the cage, why was this woman taking her out? She just needed more time to think, to solve this puzzle and… and… something. When she saw she was heading to the chair a panic set over her. She tugged back, resisting with the little amount of willpower left.
“Come on silly, time to learn some more.” Said Theresa, her soothing voice warming Nancy. Learning would help, thought the captive and she walked over and sat without any more resistance.
Theresa set up the device, locked the girl in and placed the headset over the girl’s pretty blonde hair. She watched as the program started and the tension eased from Nancy’s face. She left, not wanting to spoil herself by getting too worked up, she would savor her first orgasm at the hands of this girl soon enough. It was sure to be worth the wait. When Theresa returned she saw the girl’s mouth and pussy glistening, drooling from both and purring as the machine brainwashed the young nubile toy to obey Theresa. This time switching off the machine made Nancy let out a frustrated groan, as the vibrations in her mind and her pussy faded away. She was lead back to the cage in chains, and quickly curled up. Theresa smiled at the progress, by the end of the week this little tart would be hers, mind, body and soul.
Nancy went back to trying to remember things. She wasn’t sure why, other than a fun game to play before sleep. Name? Still a tough one. N… something? Name. Oh yeah N is for name. Silly me she thought. My name is… something hot… sexy, degrading. Nancy felt her pussy moisten as all the names from yesterday came pouring back. She moved on. Where am I from? This cage surely? Or somewhere outside? Between the thighs of a woman? She grew wet, even as the answers evaded her, before dropping into a relaxing sleep.
The next few days were more of the same, as Nancy was programmed more and more by the device. Theresa could not hide her arousal, often replacing the vibrator between Nancy’s legs with her fingers, feeling the girl juice around her digits then guiding her fingers to the girls open mouth, wiping them on Nancy’s tongue. At the end of day 5 she was sure the girl was ready, and the last session tomorrow would seal everything in.
Nancy played her game again before bed, she was getting good at it now. Answering herself faster and faster. What’s my name? Fuck kitten. What am I? A good girl. What’s my purpose? Licking juicy pussy. Where do I live? Between Mistress Theresa’s thighs. Each correct answer made Nancy wetter and wetter, and she edged herself to sleep, knowing she wasn’t allowed to cum.
Day 6, things were a little different. Theresa removed all shackles and left the cage door open. She let out a soft moan herself, watching Nancy crawl from the cage, on her hands and knees, all the way up to the chair, before sliding herself up into it sensually, where she looked at Theresa eagerly, tongue out, eyes glazed, obedient and needy. It was almost too much for Theresa, who wanted to just take her upstairs and fuck this once clever girl’s bimbo brains out. That could wait, she quietly scolded herself, she was so close to ready.
The VR headset went on, and Nancy let out a purr as the familiar colours danced across her vision as her Mistress placed the vibrator between the girls legs. She didn’t need it though, her pussy vibrated as one with her mind now.
Hours later Theresa switched off the machine and removed the headset. Dressed in her favourite lingerie and a silk gown, she felt her own body reacting to the dimwitted slave girl beneath her. Nipples hardening behind her lace bra, the crotch of her matching panties already sticky with dew.
Nancy’s mind was blank. Well. Almost. It was echoing with commands, bouncing around and making her drool from mouth and pussy. Mouth open, tongue out she let the commands wash over her, and followed the new orders to follow Mistress with glee. Fuck kittens always obey, obeying Mistress feels good, good kittens never cum, just edge and edge their minds away. Fuck kitten followed her Mistress through her house, rolling her hips as she crawled until she was in a bedroom area. She knelt in position while Mistress Theresa dressed her, keeping her tongue out and legs spread as her outfit was prepared.
Pretty pink ribbons were placed in her hair tied into pig tails, a see through white top was placed on kittens body, mainly as something Mistress could enjoy unwrapping again later. Or maybe she would have the girl put on a strip show like a cheap whore. Pink fishnet stockings were rolled up the girl’s legs, and a pretty pair of pink panties slipped on, which immediately gained a damp patch. Mistress Theresa then placed a chew toy in the kitten’s mouth and smiled at the docile girl kneeling before her.
Fuck Kitten felt her clit throb as her Mistress removed the robe, unveiling her body for the first time to the girl. The nubile kitten slave crawled over and dropped the chew toy into Mistress’ outstretched palm, then let out a moan as her hair was stroked softly.
Theresa looked down hungrily at her new toy, and patted her head gently. “Good girl, time for your treat.” With that she pulled her pussy drenched panties aside and tugged her kitten’s hair until the little bimbo slut was nestled in between her thighs. Theresa didn’t even need to give the order as her little fuck kitten began lapping at her pussy, thick globs of creamy juice gliding down the girls’ throat, her cute button nose scratching against the thick bushy mound of her owner.
To think this girl might have been the world’s next top lawyer one day was almost enough to send Theresa over the edge before she had savoured the submission. This little bimbo kitten, now drenched in pussy juice, her mind all filled with need to serve, was hers.
Kitten felt her own pussy throb as she finally tasted her owner. It felt so good to be trapped between musky thighs, lapping at her owner’s hot nasty sex while denied her own pleasure. She could feel the panties turning to mush as pools of her own cum seeped through. She throbbed again knowing that would be her dessert.
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