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Me: Yeah that was on purpose.

Fairy: Oh my god stealing people’s names has been categorized as a war crime for like a hundred years. Do I seem like the kind of fairy that would do war crimes?

Me: Well yes, but that’s just my impression of you personally. Not fairies in general.

Fairy: I think the one from a small corner of Alabama might be but for the most part, no. It’s still decided by a contest between the three oldest children.

Me: What kind of competition?

Fairy: That’s mostly a regional thing but where I’m from it’s insulting to the wealth of the person giving you stuff. Like you really only thank people when what they did was like a huge burden so if you thank someone for giving you something that’s like calling them poor.

Me: Fairies have wealth inequality?

Fairy: I mean we technically still live under a feudal system if I’m being honest but with modern technology and ethics nobody notices.

Me: Do you have Internet down there?

Me: Well not most of them to my knowledge.

Fairy: So I bought these contacts for nothing.

Me: Hey man you don’t have to be a frog spirit to lure men into your clutches. Plenty of dudes are into cat eyes and ghoulish moaning.

Fairy: You really think so?

Me: I know so! Stop doubting yourself so much. You can definitely find some mortal men to lure into the timeless void for several centuries and adopt a demon cat with you.

Me: No? It’ll cut up our insides and kill us.

Fairy: Ooohhhh. Oh no.

Me: What did you do now?

Fairy: More like... what I’ve done over the past three centuries since I moved out of my mom’s house.

Me: Did the coughing up of blood not cue you into anything?!?!!

Fairy: I thought that humans just spontaneously die sometimes!

Me: No we don’t! There’s physical reasons for these things!

Fairy: So... no more bringing nightshade and glass entrees to the potluck?

Fairies: Look man, even we don’t mess with mushrooms alright? Sometimes they open up a portal to the human world and it’s just best to not question it.

Me: So wait. You don’t make the fairy circles?

The mindless slave scrubbed the floor as the Master had ordered. It did not matter that it was almost midnight, slave had no thoughts or will, it did what Master ordered, no feelings or emotions behind its glassy eyes.

The clock struck its first 10 strikes towards midnight. slave ignored it. until the 11th chime. Lisas head snapped up from staring at the floor she was cleaning. She realized. Everything that she had been ordered to do for the past 24 hours. Or almost. It began at the office. A bet. her co-worker betting he could hypnotize her. She was sceptical but had seen one show at least where people did things against their will. So she made him promise. A promise to not have her mind changed for more than 24 hours. That she would be fully back to normal within that time. He made the promise and she agreed to go under. That was her last free action as a free thinking person. He kept his promise. Every day for the past two years, as the clock strikes 11 at midnight, she had been under for 23 hours, 59 minutes and 59 seconds. 

Her mind returned to her with the knowledge that when she heard the clock strike midnight, she would again become his mindless slave for the next 23 hours, 59 minutes and 59 seconds. Each night, during this second, she would become aware of everything he had done to her and made her do. Every night, she orgasmed loudly as her mind returned, conditioned to do so as well. At this point, she had no choice but to enjoy it. Each night. Shock. Pleasure. Bliss. Mindless. All in the span of a second. The clock struck 12. slave was curious why it kept orgasming at the stroke of midnight, but that thought appeared in its brain and evaporated in less than a second.

( Continued from https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/thetitans-stories/688663474935660544?source=share )   Unit 5-8-M booted up in its standing position. Since this was a first activation it sensed around for control rods. Sensing one it quickly connected its processors and subsystems to it, as was programmed. Once connected whoever held the rod, controlled the unit. This is how it was and always will be. The units microphone picked up a voice. The voice of a humanoid. Male. With the added signals coming from the control rod mixing in, Unit 5-8-M concluded this voice belonged to the owner, sampled the voice and booted up its own speaker. “Greetings Owner. This is unit 5-8-M, your personal slave-bot. What is your command?”

Samantha screamed as orgasm rocked her fragile body. Clutching the drenched bed sheets she managed to calm herself down in what felt like forever. She could never have imagined what it would be like to have the same orgasm, repeated over and over for 24 straight hours. Now she knew and she also knew what it would be like to be a mindless cumming body with its mind suppressed for the same time. She knew her boyfriend was a geek and she wasn’t but she liked that about him. But there was something nagging her at the back of her head that something wasn’t right. Shaking away a few more mental cobwebs she pulled the laptop closer. That mindlessness was really hard to shake off, who knew that such powerful effects could transfer between realities for so long. Looking over her commands she almost pressed Enter right away with the same commands as before but she halted herself. Why not make it longer? Or at least a few different ones. So typing in at the bottom of her commands she set “The above changes will occur each 24 hours for the next 72 hours.” She looked it over and felt that should make for a better experience. She pressed the Enter key and reality morphed around her into…..

The Witch of the forest awoke from her trance on a strange bed, in a strange room. She was about to conjure some less revealing clothing when her eyes darted over the large glyph on one wall and her spell fizzled in her hands from not being finished. The Witch knew what had happened to her but she was powerless to do anything about it. A man walked into the room, apparently having heard her chanting. He looked like a decent man but the predatory grin on his face told the Witch she was in a trap with no way out. “Good to see you awake. I don’t know for how long the glyph will hold so lets deal with that first.” The Witch only wanted to scream out in anger and frustration, launching fireball after fireball upon this mortal after she polymorphed him into a frog. But har hands and body simply looked up at him in admiration. “First, cast a permanent love spell on yourself, binding yourself to me.” The Witch could only watch in terror as her hands moved up before her very eyes and a bright pink light zapped itself into her body and mind. It took a second before the Witch looked over her Master and Lover and swooned. One hand twirling her braided hair as her eyes could not leave this perfection of masculinity before her. “Second.” the man pulled on some chains and through the door walked a blue skinned elf, hands manacled and attached to the chain and a gag in her mouth. “Change this useless thing into something of more practical use.”

Part 1 can be found here:  https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/thetitans-stories/688494196702789632?source=share Floof watched as the Master left the estate to go about His business. She was never afraid of getting bored since her mind shut down within minutes of the Master not being around. She just felt that something was not right. Something…. ————Flash of reality transfer————- Samantha awoke standing up in the kitchen. Saddened, she gulped down the glass of orange juice in her hand and returned to her laptop. Changing herself and her boyfriend like that was not as exciting as it had been a few days ago. Yes, they could live in a glorious mansion with servants all around and she could be his slave for that time, but she felt that she had gotten herself into a rut. Her imagination was never great. She snapped her fingers in the air. Of course! Her boyfriend had a huge number of sketches. He was super imaginative. Naturally he kept them hidden from everyone, but she had seen some of them as he was working on them and didn’t know she was looking over his shoulder. Sitting down by the laptop on the bed she pondered how to write this perfectly. Time limit and knowledge limit remained in place, both for herself and everybody else. But now the transformation line read “Users reality will be altered into a random slave version of a character users boyfriend has thought of.” Looking over the commands, she felt a surge of excitement once again. Her finger hovered over the Enter key, shaking a little bit before a smile crept across her lips and pressed the button down……

Samantha kept munching on her third pizza of the day. This would have bothered her a few days ago but with the discovery of the Master PC program, her perfectly cute bubble butt, her slim model waistline, her long gorgeous hair draped over her back and bed, all of those physical concerns were gone. When she discovered the program, it became clear to her that the few permanent changes she did to herself was accepted as perfectly normal by everybody else, including her boyfriend (who got a update in the downstairs department, mainly for her own pleasure). But that was not where she wanted to go. Looking through the settings, she had found the perfect combination for her own little kinks: First and most importantly, reset reality to previous physical and mental state after 24 hours passed. Checked. Awareness of reality having been altered during the duration: Nobody. Checked. Oblivious to the program and its changes for the duration: Herself. Checked. Retaining all memories after changes have concluded: Herself. Checked. Typing in the changes for this first trail, she hit Enter and….

“You humans are very silly, modesty do you call it? I don’t see any reason for me to have this on me.” “I told you already, my name is Daniel, now will you please put some more clothes on?” “There is no need, I already told you so. The holographic projector can make me look like any of your species, including outfits, but I prefer to look like normal with you here.” “Please Samdexherathi-berhatgDAAA that name is just simply impossible to pronounce with a human tongue.” “Again, I told you to call me Sam, that is perfectly fine for this type of first contact. Now, what were you going to say” “Please don’t use your pheromones tonight. I have a super important meeting tomorrow and I can’t spend the night fucking you again, no matter how pleasuring it is mmmmmmm.” “Oh, you misunderstand little human. Those “Pheromones” you speak of are simply what I smell like. It is not my fault that you become so, what was your word for it again? Right, Horny when breathing it. Not that I complain, Sedrellachich males have nothing in the equipment department compared to you humans. Now how about we get into some inter-species copulations? “hngggggggggggggg” “Thought as much.”

——–24 hours later——-

Samantha lay panting on her own bed, in her much more human skin and body. All the memories of the past 24 hours had been a blur, but after fucking her boyfriend unconscious she had taken the mailman, the neighbor and his wife into her body. It all had felt so natural and fantastic, yet something was missing. Something she had yearned for. and now it was within her grasp. Setting up the limitations exactly the same as before, seriously, this was a reality altering program, how could it not create simple macros? Same as before and then started typing carefully and extremely specific. She hovered her finger over the Enter button and smiled as she pressed it down……

“Welcome home Master Daniel. How may this slave pleasure you today.”

“Ughhh. Still not used to having you around Suki. How was your day?”

“It was pleasing Master. I have cleaned the entire house, done the dishes, washed your clothing and stayed horny all day awaiting your return.”

“Thats grea…wait, I never told you to do that last thing.”

“Silly Master. You don’t actually need to tell me to do things. What kind of a slave would this one be if I could not read your mind and learn what you truly wish for me to do?

“That’s…. a little terrifying but also very hot. How about food?”

“The steak is almost done. Medium rare, correct?”

“That mind reading thing is probably going to take longer to get used to than the hole slave thing.”

“Now, while you eat, would you like me to give you a blowjob, a titjob or fuck me across the table?”

“Ehmmmmm?”

(Final chapter, earlier chapter here https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/thetitans-stories/688228322485878784?source=share ) I woke up the next morning with a bad headache. This beauty was next to me, I had gone to be Pink from yesterday and she apparently became this today. Looking out the window, I could see that where yesterday was at least a partial lake that wasn’t transformed by my presence, there was now one massive pool. About the size of the lake. Looking around, everything I could see was changed into my mansion grounds. Now I had around 40 slaves, and a quick weather satellite search proved it. It was visible, a large circle. Worst of all, I could feel the headache come and go in small bursts. Zooming in, I could see my lands now crossed over a medium sized road outside the forest. Every single car, every single person driving through that area would be my slave. I groaned as I felt another bus driving through that road, feeling each soul of theirs be reformed into something else. At this point I had given up. I tried hard to not be near people, but my powers just spread too far. There was nothing stopping it now.

The day after I could feel better, but one look at the map again showed the scale. When I went to be last night I must have had thousands of slaves, now my area covered a smaller town, maybe another 10000 slaves. More and more drove into the area to vanish and become something else. These two horny slaves entertained me over the day. I tried to to some calculations but I kept getting distracted by my slaves orgasms or more senses of people being changed as they drove into my lands. Defeated, I went to bed again.

Next morning I was awoken by a phone call. It was a jailor (her silky smooth voice told me very quickly she was one of my servants) that asked if my property could commit crimes. Apparently, I had transformed an entire jail, and now each inmate was a slave of mine. Obviously they considered themselves property and property can not commit crimes. It was not a discussion I wanted to have so I had them all stay in the prison for now, but with nobody actually locked up. This one apparently enjoyed the bars enough to stay inside her cell. Looking at the map again, I had absorbed several large towns. A quick calculation my estimate was about 2 million people by now. I went to bed that night slightly distraught but not doing anything about it.

Next day, All of the USA was covered, part of Canada and Mexico. This was how the agents looked like now these days. Seductive but highly trained. With an entire country of many, many millions of slaves, I could only assume that this was the last day the rest of the world was outside my influence.  But this is how it always had been according to everyone. Nobody thought it strange that one man owned a nation of women.

The next day, my suspicions confirmed. The entire world changed. I woke up with a nosebleed one of my two red servants here wiped off and made me ready for my day. I got some reports in from my loyal subjects. Apparently, at least a dozen people were still not changed. They managed to remain normal. My slaves obviously quickly tracked them down and had them before me. When I touched them, they morphed like anybody else had done and became my devoted pets.

(part 3, continued from here: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/thetitans-stories/688044929038057472?source=share ) It has been a few days. My pets, it is the best word to describe them as they can’t leave even if I tell them to as their addiction brings them back before sundown, are sometimes very useful. Some days, like today, I wake up to this. Bunny 1 and 2 besides my bed. As is quite clear, Bunny 1 has lost most of her faculties and is drooling. This is only an issue for me for a few seconds, as I have gotten a decent grasp on my powers by now, and remove the drool from reality. But for some reason I can’t seem to be able to restore her mind. No matter what I change her into, her mind seems broken. Maybe this was inevitable, maybe there is something I can do about it. But to do something about it, I had to find a new test subject, previously unaffected by me. Now, my mansion is of a size and the gardens with it is quite large so I can’t really see the edge of it from the house. So, I got a packed lunch from my cat-girl chef, altered one of the statues in the garden to a bicycle (I like the exercise) and rode off down the main path to the north.

Now I was expecting this to take a few hours, but by 3pm I had still not reached the edge of my altered mansion and into the forest and I was getting slightly worried. Then, this latex woman stood in the middle of the path. I had checked in with my four pets in the mansion so she wasn’t one of them (the last one being a french maid today) so I stopped beside her. Her eyes were blank and only repeated the word Obey over and over in a hushed voice. A very short conversation later, I was speeding forwards on the road. Apparently, she had taken a walk away from a conference center out here in the woods. Fully staffed, cabins at a lake, sort of a retreat but for business people that actually wanted to be able to get work done as well. This is what worried me, because my own garden had not ended yet. I arrived at the center but it was all changed, into a similar style of my mansion, roman columns, statues, fountains, gravel pathways and ponds. I could see the road leading towards it as a straight line through the forest and the altered landscape did end a bit further away.

I entered the building and was greeted by this. The receptionist like this, again almost whispering Obey over and over. Once I touched her, she looked up at me and smiled like she found a purpose in life. I was beginning to understand that I could not outrun this weird power that I had, and it was beginning to escape whatever control I thought I had over it. Moving through the building I touched the rest of the staff, claiming them as my own. Most of them were maids in various outfits and some even fantastical creatures. Elves, fox girls, aliens, anything my own subconscious had ever seen or thought of was here in the flesh before me, ready, willing and happy to serve my every whim. I could still feel that voice in my head that said everything was normal, ignoring it as usual.

I walked into the bar and found this bartender with one of my favorite drinks in hand. I figured that it was late and I had not fucked for most of the day so I plowed her from behind over a barstool. She kept thanking me but I was getting more worried about the spread of my influence. Once I had cum, I slapped her on her butt sending her back to her work, as I checked out the pool and found two mermaids happily splashing water at each other. These were not as mindless as the others, but if they were, they would probably had died from drowning so at least it keeps them alive, whatever ”that” is.

I quickly felt 11 pushes against my will, that everything was normal. This is odd since I don’t normally feel it this fast and often and it was a really tough process to keep myself from accepting the everything was normal response. I ran out into the courtyard and a bus with 11 gorgeous ladies stepped out of it. In my rush to check who was here, I had forgotten this was a place people sometimes come to and these were here for a conference. Even the former busdriver was now a goalie. After some questions it was clear they had one person arriving after them by car so I had to do an experiment. I walked out of the area that was my own transformed land up the road leading there. That is when i got my first shock. As I left the land and walked into a forest road, in a 15f radius around me, the land changed to become my transformed land. Walking in the middle of the road, the entire road was now my ”land” for a lack of a better term.

(Part 2, continued from this post https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/thetitans-stories/687140590483275776?source=share ) Turns out, sleeping with my condition, is slightly worrying for everything around me. I woke up with this pretty thing on the bed. Yes, the wings are real (and orgasmicly extremely sensitive), but again, she had no clue as to anything being different. Now, she had stayed my devoted loyal love slave, so my subconscious is probably making changes around when I am sleep and it can run free. Taking a walk around the house and the garden, the house was no longer a wood cabin, it was a fully fledged mansion, with walls, a gate, out in the middle of the woods. I could tell that from my bedroom in around a 100 foot radius, things were changed, marble plates to walk on, a swimming pool and all walled in. Outside the changes continued, but gradually faded into the wooden earth that was there before and the trees that filled in this forest. I still had that tiny sense of this was normal, but I learned to ignore that by now, this could not be normal for someone to do while they slept. I walked back in and tried to focus. My subconscious could make changes to things, but so far, I could not do so while awake. I focused on the refrigerator. I saw that shimmer of reality breaking for a second, and opened it, finding it full of fresh, fantastical foods. I closed my eyes and imagined, when I opened them and turned around, the dining hall was set to a banquet. Now, however much I want to change something inorganic, it could not change that to living, thinking organic. Living animals, nope. People, nope. People could turn into other ”people” considering I had a Pixie as my love slave, but not to inanimate things.

I decided to take a walk into the forest, leaving Fey behind in the mansion. I was surprised to find a female hiker nearby. I really, really tried to focus on not changing her, but I only got within 30 feet, before my foot snapped a twig. She looked up and saw me, but at the same time, her body morphed into this dryad thing. She just giggled at me and faded away into a nearby tree. Clearly, I just created her as part of reality, not made any mental changes.

Continuing for a few hours down a rarely used path, I found a different cottage. Small, handmade but clearly unassuming. One thought flashed through my mind. A witch might live here. And then a full on blast flowed out of all of me, focusing forward into the cottage. The looks changed slightly, but now it had herbs drying from strings, a cauldron bubbling away over a small firepit. Opening the door from inside, was this blue skinned four armed witch, dressed clearly to seduce me. It took a bit of willpower, but I felt that this could be very bad. So I focused again, but this time on mental changes. Willing things to change was a lot easier than willing things to not change. I could see the confusion in her eyes for a second, before she smiled and this time it was a genuine sexual pleasure radiating from her body. We did have sex, and I will say that four arms are a lot better than two. She left me with a potent potion, so now my dick stays as erect that I want it to be. It is also good to have a magical being out here, tied to your will that can help out when I am not around.

The next morning, I woke up but had no partner. I had sent Fey off to the witch so they could get more acquainted with each other. What I did not count on, was without someone to change, my subconscious would change a lot of other things. Outside my walls, was now gardens. As far as the eye could see. I had to walk for 2 hours before I got to the forest again. And I noticed why my juju had run out. Two elves that probably was a pair of campers and themselves, their clothing and tent morphed into this. I walked up on them fondling and kissing each other, so I guess my sleep brain likes them bisexual. Once I walked up however, they started chatting in elvish, a language I did not understand. But their devotion to me was unmistakable. The border of my changes only lasted a few feet past their camp. I had one of them go fetch my other two slaves and bring them back to the mansion. It was probably a good idea to keep a few around that my powers could go ham on at night, so it did not end up changing the world around me anymore.

Now, every day, I have a new set of slaves around. It makes things unpredictable, but it does put a strain on names. I can never give them names or learn them before they change again. They seem perfectly happy to be named whatever I want them to be. So pool toy 1 and 2 here are more than happy to flaunt their bodies for my pleasure. The funny thing is, when they fully submerge into water, they turn into mermaids. Just a quirk I found funny and interesting that I can set transformations to go off in post script.

My name does not matter. I am a young male in my 20s, a nerd, and I was part of a science experiment. They hooked me up to a variety of equipment, I am not a tech nerd so I had no idea what half of the things did but I do understand that they measure something. They injected me with some ”harmless” solutions and registered the effects. It was a good gig. 1000 dollars for sitting in a chair for 5 hours a day for a week. I have done more exhausting work.

On the 6th day, that is when the weird things started. I was injected as per usual, but the liquid was all rainbow colored and floating around, not like the clear previous ones. It took less than five minutes and I felt something was off. But I could never put my finger on what.

I looked up from my usual daydreaming in the chair to speak up to the professor and a gorgeous blond woman stood in front of me. Now, here is the even weirder part. Every fiber of my brain told me this was the professor. Every memory I went through, this bombshell showed up.

I looked to my left for anything else and my eyes landed on the lab assistant. A brunette just as stacked and in fishnet clothing. Again, every memory of them gave the same person, but I knew that this sort of clothing was not practical at all for doing experiments in. Next, they both kneeled down and gave me a blowjob. Not a word between us. Again, memories in my brain told me this is normal, it was part of the experiment and they have done this before. Yet, I knew it should not have been.

After the blowjob I made an excuse to go to the toilet and walked out the door and up the stairs from the basement lab. There stood two security guards that had walked down the stairs, but they were clearly just going to check up on the professor. The skintight latex clothing, no weapons, just smiles and hips to die for, my brain kept telling me this was normal. But in the back of my brain I began to fight it. This wasn’t normal. Something was happening. And that is when I had a blackout falling to the floor.

I woke up in the hospital a day later. My doctor and nurse were so worried about me, they even had sex with me a few times. Purley for making me feel better. As is any doctor or nurses responsibility. Looking out through my hospital rooms window into the corridor, every person walked around in a skimpy bikini window with latex clothing. White being doctors and black being nurses. This was perfectly normal and my own will to fight was almost gone.

After a few more fuck sessions with the staff I was declared healthy, to the dismay of some of them. I walked out of the hospital and began walking to the bus station. Walking past a skater, she didn’t look like skaters normally do, or did she? My own memories are fuzzy at this point and I just shrugged it off.

Standing at the bus stop, one bus came and let off a single person. I caught her out of the corner of my eye, I thought I saw a catholic schoolgirl outfit. But once I looked at all of her, blue skin, black horns, blue pigtails I got a much bigger sense of normality. But this time I was prepared for the rush of dizziness as I fought back. Blue demon girls are NOT normal. So I followed her to her school.

Everywhere that I looked, I could see various fantastical races of women, some elves, some demon girls, some aliens. My brain kept telling me it was normal and my will kept fighting back. When I stepped into the large church the school was next to, it was big enough for me to see and notice two people standing by a window much further down. Two normal looking nuns. I walked towards them and as I did, they shifted. Now, two demon girls stood down there, eager to eat each other out. I had 2 memories in my brain. Once of the nuns as I walked in, and one of the demon girls. Both memories seemed to be true. But it finally dawned on me what this injection might have done to me.

Agent Sakura was running for her life. She already knew that not all of it was left, but she hoped she could retain as much as possible.

This was supposed to be a simple mission. Get in, grab the target, get out. Security was a joke, not even a single guard. When her team entered the target room, the man just sat there, in the middle of the empty room, in a chair.

Agent Sakuras team, consisting of her best female agents she knew, surrounded the guy, awaiting for their commander to do the grab. But for some reason, she didn’t. They just all stood there, guns drawn, in their military outfits. Suddenly, walking past Sakura to her left, a naked female figure walked up to the target to stand beside him. The reaction of her fellow agents where shock and disbelief.

Next to the target stood their own boss, Juanita. But her hair was bright blond, her breasts ballooned into massive spheres. And yet, that face, that latina body, had sent them on this very mission but five hours ago. Agent Sakura looked back at the target, and that smile, those eyes. He knew.

That’s the point were Sakura understood they had walked into a trap. Her suspicion was confirmed a second later as Natasha to her left fell backwards screaming, clutching her head. But instead of crashing onto the ground, in her place a woven rug-carpet spread out behind were she once stood. Woven into the patter was the look of the former Natasha, still clutching her head, the same dark green military outfit.

Sakura looked up, and watched the target look towards the other side of females surrounding him. That’s when she felt the tingle in the back of her brain. Her body responded again. Mainly her legs. Still, even the thought of firing her gun at him was impossible to hold long enough to pull the trigger. So she took her chance and ran for it.

The moment she ran out the door and around it to escape his vision, she felt something hit her backside for a split second. Turning another corner she could see it. The purple hair now blocking her vision from time to time. The burning sensation in her eyes. Her skimpy white and grey outfit making it harder to run properly.

Her mind was still her own, or she would be running the opposite way, she was sure of that. But as she tried to round a corner between two abandoned houses, everything flipped 90 degrees. Not everything, but gravity for her certainly did. But the feeling of running, and then falling face flat into a fence without tripping caused her to loose any sense of direction. As soon as she could lift her face off the fence and push her body out from it, another force pushed itself into her mind.

She didn’t believe him. Not for a second. At least until he snapped his fingers the first time.

The resulting orgasm that made her knees buckle as she collapsed onto the floor, she could not even think it was true. Panting she made it up on the sofa, trying to crawl away from him, even if some part of her knew the futility of such an attempt.

Another snap, and she fell backwards, unable to get back up again as the orgasm flooded her body and mind. Her body kept humping a non-existing cock. Then cumming again. Then more humping. More cumming. Hump. Cum.

That was an hour ago. Now, multitude of orgasms later, the husk of her former self kept orgasming, but not from fingers snapping. He merely told her to have another one every time she obeyed him. Even as a husk, it craved one thing, and one thing alone. So making sure there was nothing left of her former self was the work of a blink of her eyes. Her now perfect eyes. Reflecting what she is and always will be.