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Gene Bilbrew, aka Eneg.

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Something for the nylon soles fetish folks from my 2004 Archive.
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A peril with options! (I need to purchase some more credits! Also? I need to find a way to take her place....)

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Anissa is definitely a weakness....
The Baroness sat regally in her seat, watching as her Golden Enforcer interrogated the latest defeated squad of agents sent to infiltrate her organization. They were posing as grounds keepers but she herself had discovered their infantile ruse. It didn't take her very long to bring them all to their knees with her pheromone-enhance whip. One crack at their crotches and she caused their cocks to swell and fill them with debilitating lust. The Collection Unit was awed...and terrified...at her prowess.
Now they knelt, helpless, horny, drooling, as the Golden Enforcer cracked their will and enslaved their minds.
The Baroness smiled to herself, wondering how much cannon fodder Director K was going to waste in this futile attempt to bring her down. She hoped it would be more. Much more.
The pleasure vibrating through you became more intense as they counted upwards. “Five, six, seven… Feels so good, doesn’t it?” You nodded, the hypnotically induced bliss making it hard to speak. “Eight, nine, teee-one.” The pleasure faded, down to a faint hum.
You let out a moan of distress, of rage. They had been doing this over, and over again. Flooding you with pleasure, only to deny you more. “Hmm… I know, I’ve been mean. How about this? Nine.” Your eyes rolled back as the pleasure flared back up.
A moan fell from your lips as they began to count. “Eight, seven, six.” The moan became a whimper, as you felt the pleasure receding. “Five, four, three.” You wanted to beg them, but your mind still wasn’t processing words. “Two, and one.”
A low hum, a trickle of what you really wanted. That was all you could feel. “P… Please.” You managed to say.
That made them smile, sadistically. “Okay. Since you said please. Nine.” Your moans returned, even as they began to count down again. “Eight, seven, six.”
And then they paused, as they reached “Five.” They gazed down at you, trapped in pleasure, and tapped their chin. “You know, I wonder what’s meaner? Counting down, then jumping up, or counting up, and then jumping down? Nine.” The pleasure rushed back in.
You felt like they were studying you. “When I count up, you get the anticipation of what you want, what you crave, only for it to be ripped away when I jump back down again to one.” You writhed in need as the pleasure was taken away. Like a hole, ripped into you.
“But when I count down from nine…” The hole was filled. Your moans returned. “Eight. Seven. Six. Five.” They were being slower. More deliberate. You could feel each number as another layer of bliss being peeled away from you. “You know what you’re losing.”
They leant down, peering at you. “What feels worse? The anticipation of losing everything you want? Or knowing that you’re losing it, piece by piece? An alternative is to skip the counting. Treat your pleasure like a switch to flick. From one, to nine. Over and over again.”
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Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck!
Re...lax...? Oh...okay....
If...you ... insist....
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The conceal can often be sexier than the reveal!
Krystal Summers (aka Brandy)! She had quite a run with Devonshire! Top-tier DID!

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He gave you triggers. You didn't even notice.
They started small. They are small.
Only, they're really not small. At all.
He started by calling you a
Good girl
and it felt nice, the words made you happy. And then you started to think of how you should do as he said so that he'd call you a
Good girl
again, and the words became a button for him to press. A button in your head for him to control you easier. He put it there. You can't get it out.
He has other buttons.
Sometimes, if he notices that you're being too smart or maybe if you talk back he'll say that
Good girls don't think
and your thoughts just pop. You can't help it. He pressed the button and you can't think. It's so easy. It feels good. Good girls don't think.
Or sometimes he'll just say
Moan
and one will slip out. Can't even think about it, can't help it. It's another button and when he presses it what he wants happens. He wants you to moan, he says it, you do. And you sound so pathetic and you blush and you get wet and you forget what you were talking about.
He changed you.
He changed you and you didn't even notice it happening. You were just talking and he did it. He put them in your head. Made you easy for him. You couldn't stop it. Now it's too late.
Good girl
Good girls don't think
Moan
Very hot little flash fiction. Impressive use of 2nd person, too!
Agreed!
“I…” The words were stuck in your mind. The wheels in your brain weren’t turning. “I…” They were there. They were the truth. You just couldn’t say them. It was an itch that you couldn’t scratch. “I…” But you had to say them. You needed to. If only they could be unstuck.
Your hypnotist tapped you on the forehead, and said a single word. “Release.”
“I’m your good toy.” The words were unleashed. “I’m your good toy.” Rushing from you, easily, effortlessly. “I’m your good toy.” It felt so good to finally be able to say them.
“And pause.” Your hypnotist said, tapping you on the forehead again, with a giggle. “Awh, you looked like you were enjoying yourself there, sweetie. Like you could have gone your whole life without saying another sentence. But now I’ve locked your mind up again…”
Their smile was teasing. They knew exactly what this was doing to you. The need, the desire. They had given you a command to repeat those words. A compulsion. And they were interfering with that compulsion. “Release.” They said, finally tapping you on the forehead.
Your mouth opened. “I’m you-”
Only for them to tap you on the forehead immediately after. “And pause.”
Your brain felt like it had been sent though a loop de loop. You blinked a few times, and then pouted at them, which made them laugh. “Come on honey, didn’t you expect that?”
They leant down, still smiling. “You’re so much fun to tease, and torment. You give these cute little expressions. Those sweet moans. Like you’re begging, pleading for more. And I give you more. More of what you want. Because you do like to be tormented, don’t you pet?”
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Well, that was insanely hot!