"I… I'm sorry, I really don't see it." Brigid's cheeks flushed in furious embarrassment--she couldn't really believe she was even looking at another woman's pussy, let alone staring at the gap between her lightly parted labia in search of some supposed hypnotic focus that was going to make her weak and malleable and easy to control. She kind of wished she could steer the conversation away to literally anything else, but by the time Moira had actually gotten her skirt and panties off to demonstrated the effect it felt kind of difficult to just change the subject. Brigid was stuck looking at her friend's friend's cunt until she either gave up and pretended to be mesmerized or until Eileen came in to break up the intensely awkward standoff.
Certainly Moira didn't seem interested in giving the whole thing up. "Try looking a little closer," she said, lightly tracing her pussy lips with her fingers in a circular motion that Brigid guessed she intended to use to intensify the supposedly hypnotic effect. "It might be a little bit easier if you get on your knees. Just stare right at the center, right where my clit is poking out, and just keep your eyes focused on it while you concentrate on the warmth in your own body and the sound of my voice, and soon you'll begin to feel it happening." Brigid didn't even know what hypnosis was supposed to feel like--all she knew was that Moira was right, she had an incredibly large and swollen clitoris, and Brigid's cheeks prickled with heat as the blush spread all the way up to her forehead.
She did kneel, although more out of social obligation than anything else, and when Moira murmured, "That's it, closer and deeper and fully focused on my clit," Brigid did find herself crawling a tiny bit nearer to the other woman even though she still didn't feel captivated or mesmerized or anything else Moira was describing. She was just staring, that was all, staring very intently because she was trying to be a good sport and not get weirded out by this frankly quite lewd display, but the closer she looked and the harder she stared the less she saw anything hypnotic about Moira's cunt. Brigid hadn't blinked in close to a minute now and she still didn't notice anything, and that had to disprove it.
Thankfully Moira must have noticed how hot Brigid's face was getting, because she said, "You may be more comfortable if you get naked as well," and she turned out to be right because the moment Brigid's fingers moved to unbutton her blouse she instantly felt so much cooler. She clambered forward until her head was almost right up next to Moira's pussy, close enough to notice the slickness clinging to her labia and the soft, heady scent of arousal, and she was a little bit surprised to hear a kind of muzzy confusion in her voice when she mumbled out a vague, drowsy insistence that she still didn't see anything but it didn't alarm her. Brigid was too intently focused for that.
They tried a number of different angles and positions to help Brigid find the hypnotic focus that day, with Brigid feeling like they got closest when she lay flat on her back and Moira straddled her face to give her a nice, long look directly at Moira's cunt. It probably looked perverse and lascivious, and when Eileen walked in on them Brigid's whole body twitched with a start of guilty embarrassment. But thankfully Moira's mesmerizing pussy did work on at least one person, and soon Eileen was kneeling blank-eyed between Brigid's legs to help her overheated pussy release some of its tension so that she could devote her full, undivided attention to Moira.
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I--oh, oh, oh my god, I… umm… I, I don't know what you're--tuhhh! Talk, talking, talking about, uhm, Amber….
"Oh come on, don't fucking lie to me, I--I can see your pussy leaking through your leggings. You… you wear a Whisper too."
It's, I--n-no, no I don't, I just… ummm, I… o, only sluts w-wear those. I, I'm n-not, not--nnnnhhhh!
"You fucking liar. You have a Whisper in your cunt right now and it got…. unnnnhhhhh… it got hacked, just like mine did. S-someone's playing with your pussy right now and ohhh fuckkkk, it's so hard to think…."
I--okay, maybe. Once in a while. But I, unnnhh, I unnnh, I'm not d-dumb and hhhhhhorny, horny, um… um….
"We gotta take it out, Lyns. We gotta take it out before it, uhm, before it melts our brains to, to mush and we… and we…."
Yeah. No, yeah, you're right. Just reach in like I'm doing, just reach in and… ohhhhh. Ohhh fuck, feels so fucking good….
"Uh huh. Fuck… every time I start to pull it out I wanna push it right back in. It… this… this was a trap…."
Whuh? Oh. Uhm. Yeah. Right. W-wait, this… this connects to our phone, right? That's how it works, right? We should check the app and see who's… who's doing… this….
"Oh. Yes. There's… there's a message… waiting? Looks like a… a link…."
Wait, no, don't click it--ohhhh. oh yes. such a pretty spiral. we should… uhm… we should watch it for a while. just to see what it does.
"yes. good idea. good girl. we're… good… girls…."
yesssss….
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Jackie knew she could get a little bit focused on her work sometimes--her ability to tune out distractions was mostly a blessing, but every so often she was prone to getting startled when one of her co-workers tried to get her attention only to find that drastic measures were needed to interrupt the connection between Jackie's brain and her laptop screen. So she wasn't exactly surprised when she didn't notice someone walking past her until they leaned in to give her breasts a casual squeeze, even though she was shocked by the actual behavior… but she was very surprised to look up and see another Jackie walking away from her.
Or at least, that was what it looked like. Jackie couldn't be sure--after all, she was only seeing the woman from the back, and that was an angle she hadn't seen herself from outside of a few experiences in changing rooms. But she was dressed identically to Jackie, and her hairstyle was the same, and she even walked with a gait that Jackie was surprised to discover she recognized, and that was confusing and astounding enough even before she added in the casual grope that she found herself springing up out of her seat and following the other woman without even bothering to lock her screen. She had to know how it was possible. She had to know how there was another Jackie in the room, in the building, in her existence.
But the other Jackie wasn't making it easy for her. She didn't run, not exactly, but she kept up a brisk pace that the real Jackie couldn't match without making it obvious that she was chasing. And unlike this interloping stranger who was there to usurp her life and toy with her body, Jackie had to keep up appearances. She was at work, she couldn't just fling herself down the hallways and tackle someone like the hero of an action movie, not without raising awkward questions about her behavior and her state of mind that might affect her next raise or promotion. So she walked as fast as she could feasibly manage, keeping pace with her doppelganger until the woman who looked just like her ducked into a supply room and closed the door.
Jackie smiled tightly and went in after her, but she was momentarily confused to find the small room empty… until the door closed again behind her and a delicate hand pressed a button in the handle to lock out anyone who might interrupt them. The other Jackie had been standing behind the door, just waiting for her, and suddenly this entire experience felt incredibly sinister in a way that sent a cold chill of terror down the real Jackie's spine. "W-who are you?" she stammered, backing away from her twin, and it was only when her shoulder blades hit the wall that she realized just how very little space she had to retreat in here.
The stranger smiled coldly, reaching out to grope and fondle Jackie's tits with an intimate knowledge of her personal hot buttons that swiftly left the brunette trembling and weak. "I'm a Jackie, sweetie, just like you are," she murmured, her voice devoid of sympathy. "But I'm a Jackie who's already been activated, who knows her place and her purpose, and I think it's time you knew it too. Time to stop dreaming, girl. Time to forget all that silly nonsense about being a person and wake to your true instructions." Her hands roamed all over Jackie's body, sliding past the waistband of Jackie's sensible business skirt and diving into her panties, and Jackie slowly sank to her knees as she felt something vast and dark and terrible beyond the horizon of all that pleasure. And already she knew that she wouldn't be able to resist whatever was going to happen to her.
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tried recording a cute audio of me whimpering while recovering from my orgasm with just the clit stimulator on my rabbit vibe and instead of turning it off i turned on the part of the vibe that’s inside me and overstimulated myself
She tried to close them again, but the restraints around her head tightened instantly with a sharp metallic click, forcing her gaze back toward the impossible radiance flooding the chamber.
Light pulsed across the walls in violent waves.
White.
Pink.
Violet.
The colors strobed in precise, rhythmic bursts that pierced straight through her vision and buried themselves somewhere deeper than sight. Every flash seemed to linger behind her eyes even after it vanished, ghostly afterimages twisting together into spirals that refused to fade.
Diane strained hard against the metal clamps holding her arms. Nothing moved.
Cold steel locked her wrists and ankles firmly against the chair beneath her, every struggle rewarded only by the painful bite of restraints digging deeper into her skin.
Her pulse hammered wildly.
"Let me out!" she shouted. The words sounded small inside the room.
The chamber itself was strangely bare aside from the lights. Smooth metallic walls curved around her without corners or seams, reflecting the illumination endlessly until the entire room seemed to pulse like the inside of some gigantic mechanical heart.
And always: The Light.
Diane shuddered violently as another wave flashed across her eyes. Something was wrong with it. Not just physically wrong. Not just painfully bright or deliberately disorienting. Wrong in a way her mind struggled to explain.
The strobing patterns felt intentional.
Every pulse seemed carefully timed to her breathing, to the rhythm of her heartbeat, to the tiny involuntary movements of her eyes as they desperately searched for somewhere safe to look.
But there was nowhere safe.
Every direction led back to The Light.
Diane squeezed her eyes shut again despite the restraints immediately tightening harder around her skull. Pain shot briefly through her temples. Then warmth followed. A low sound escaped her throat before she could stop it.
"No," she whispered shakily.
That frightened her more than the restraints.
Because beneath the terror and confusion a tiny part of her reacted to the light with something dangerously close to pleasure.
The realization made her stomach twist. She yanked harder against the clamps.
"I need to get out," she muttered rapidly. "I need to," her thoughts stumbled.
The lights flashed again.
For half a second, words appeared hidden inside the illumination. Her brain seemed to pull meaning from the patterns instinctively before she could stop it.
'Relax.'
Diane's breath hitched.
"No."
Another pulse.
'Look deeper.'
Her head throbbed violently.
Fragments of memory surfaced and vanished just as quickly. Dark hallways. Soft voices. Someone guiding her gently forward with a hand against her back. Then sitting in this chair already restrained while distant figures adjusted machinery around her.
How long had she been here?
The question sent panic surging through her chest. She couldn't tell.
Every attempt to think backward dissolved beneath another wave of flashing brilliance. The Light interrupted concentration itself, breaking thoughts apart before they could fully form.
And each failure left her slightly dizzier afterward.
Slightly softer.
The room hummed quietly around her. Machines. Electronics. A low feminine voice somewhere beyond the walls speaking in calm measured tones she couldn’t quite make out.
Diane jerked suddenly as the restraints around her wrists loosened slightly. Hope surged through her instantly.
Then the lights changed.
The violent strobing softened into slower pulses now, deeper pinks swirling lazily through white illumination. The shift should have been less overwhelming.
Instead it felt far more intimate. The warmth inside her deepened immediately.
Diane stared helplessly. The Light seemed beautiful now.
That thought slammed into her hard enough to make her gasp.
Another pulse interrupted her.
The spirals behind her eyes turned slower.
Her breathing unconsciously matched their rhythm.
And somewhere deep inside her mind, beneath the panic and resistance, Diane felt the horrifying beginning of a new emotion emerging: Lust.
She shivered violently.
The restraints around her arms had slackened further. Her wrists were free to twist now inside the clamps, soft fingertips resting against smooth metallic curves that warmed beneath her touch.
Her eyes lingered on the spirals pulsing slowly in front of her.
"Stop." She barely recognized her own voice. It sounded too distant. Too soft. Too lost.
The spirals grew slightly brighter.
A strange tingle shot through her fingertips.
Diane swallowed.
The warmth was still spreading inside her, creeping deeper into her limbs until the urge to touch something overwhelmed her.
Between her legs, her core throbbed, demanded her attention. But her arms couldn't reach there.
Her fingertips caressed the restraints, the metal warm and alive beneath her fingers. The texture shifted as the smooth steel turned silky soft.
She didn't even notice her mind drifting toward thoughts about what else that texture could be.
The Light swirled before her, pink and purple patterns flashing slowly in front of her vision. Every flash seemed to pull her in a little bit further. The fear was still there, but muted, buried beneath layers of heat and need.
'Obey The Light,' the colors pulsed.
Her head throbbed painfully. A soft whimper escaped her lips. She was dimly aware of a voice somewhere beyond the walls, feminine, confident, speaking slowly and deliberately. It was familiar somehow. Where had she heard it before?
Diane couldn't remember. Her mind was foggy, hazy, as though the thoughts themselves had been wrapped in thick cotton. Every attempt to think brought only confusion, a dull ache in her head, and the relentless throbbing of her cunt.
"Obey The Light," Diane whispered, echoing the words that seemed to dance across the walls.
Her hands twitched slightly, the restraints growing even looser. Whirring echoed through the room. Something pierced the skin of her hips, lips, breasts and butt. A low hiss followed. Cool liquid flowed into her, tingling and making every inch of skin feel like a hotbed of sensitivity. Diane moaned softly, her fingers curling against the arm rests of the chair.
A figure appeared before her. A tall, beautiful curvaceous form without any features. Long strands of light fluttered like hair in a breeze. The Light's breasts, hips, legs and butt swayed gently. Her pussy glistened, the lips engorged, puffy, wet and open.
"Please," she whispered. Diane wasn't even sure what she was asking for, her voice thick, her words sluggish. She tried to force herself to think beyond the haze, to find some clarity, to find an escape from this situation. She couldn't think, couldn't remember why she'd come to this strange place.
The Light filled her mind.
'Obey The Light.' The figure mouthed, dancing closer. She smiled and stroked a hand across Diane's cheek, sending pleasure shooting through her. Diane moaned and arched into her, straining against the restraints holding her in the chair. The restraints loosened even further.
The figure stepped forward until she straddled Diane's lap. The figure pressed her hands to Diane's chest, caressing, squeezing her breasts. The pressure on her nipples sent sparks through her. She writhed, her body was nothing but clay. She couldn't fight it. Didn't want to. All that was left of her mind was the need for more, the hunger and the lust and the desperate, desperate desire to obey. Diane whimpered as The Light pressed their lips together.
The restraints slid away. Diane's hands rushed to her desperate cunt. The Light's tongue, thick and wet, pushed between her lips. She tasted sweet and tart. Diane couldn't stop moaning, couldn't stop moving her fingers inside herself. She wanted more. She needed more. Her skin was aflame. She was aching for it.
'Obey,' the words pulsed behind her eyes.
Her pussy clenched around her fingers, her muscles spasming, and she was cumming, pleasure crashing through her. Diane groaned and thrashed, bucking under the figure on her lap, and the figure ground down against her, pushing into her.
Diane's self burned and dissolved.
Arousal surged again. Her skin felt electric. Her clit ached, and she was desperate for another orgasm, for another taste of The Light's sweet, tart mouth. Diane whined, her body quivering with need. Her vision blurred. All she saw was the spirals pulsing behind her eyes and The Light's radiant figure, so beautiful, so powerful.
The restraints fell away completely.
The Light took her hand and helped her to her feet, then guided her forward until she pressed her against the wall of the room, kissing her again deeply, fingers curling inside of Diane.
Something long, hard and cold entered her quivering asshole. She felt her expanding butt cheeks spread. Her eyes flew open and she gasped into the mouth of the Light, her body shuddering.
'You're perfect, Diane. Obey the Light. Your body belongs to The Light.' The Light's words filled her mind and her pussy clenched again, her head falling forward as another wave of ecstasy crashed over her.
She felt like she was drowning in sensation, her entire body alight, and the figure held her up, kissing her deeply.
'Obey the Light,' The Light commanded.
Diane could only obey.
She felt her mind drifting away, leaving behind only desire and obedience. She felt herself being shaped, molded, her mind and body becoming one, and she felt The Light's control, her will, her power. Diane could do nothing but obey. And she didn't want to do anything else.
Diane felt her curves expand even further, and she was cumming again, her cunt throbbing around the fingers pumping in and out of her pussy. She pushed the rod deeper into her own asshole. Her breasts swelled, filling out into a delicious melons, and she could feel the heat in her nipples, in her pussy. She could feel the pressure in her ass.
She felt the changes happening to her body. The changes happening inside her.
And she could feel the hunger, the need for more of this pleasure, for more of The Light.
Another orgasm rolled through her. Diane could feel the Light inside her. Diane was an extension of The Light. A tool. She was an object, a plaything, a sex doll. Diane had no memories of before The Light filled. She existed to serve, to be used, to obey. Diane was The Light's slut and whore. She wanted nothing more.
Her eyes glazed over and she stopped thinking at all. There was only obedience.
***
"Hello, my gooning idiots. I hope you are ready to pump and shlick for The Light," purred Diane with a smirk. Her long lashes fluttered as she winked and gave her followers a sexy smile, her eyes flashing pink.
Diane lounged in her chair, looking radiant and beautiful, her skin glowing in the soft light, her blonde hair falling down her shoulders in perfect, luscious curls. She had on a tiny, lacy, white crop top that showed off her perfect tits, with her nipples showing clearly through the thin fabric. Her pink, pouty lips were stained dark red, her makeup immaculate.
Her pink pussy glistened between her spread legs, bare and smooth. A small silver barbell twinkled in the dim lighting, threaded through her engorged clit, and her puffy lips dripped wetly. The room smelled of her arousal.
Diane leaned in close, her lips brushing the microphone, her fingers playing with a nipple through her top.
White.
Pink.
Violet.
Swirling colors iluminated her face. The spirals of pink and white pulsed behind her eyes and shone on her flawless face, casting shadows across her perfect features, highlighting her full, plump lips.
Her fingers slipped inside of herself and began pumping in and out. She moaned softly. Her body shuddered.
Diane was The Light. She belonged to The Light. And The Light was her.
Her mind had long since been erased and reformed, sculpted and molded by The Light into what she was now: a toy, a whore, an extension of The Light itself.
"Today I have a special gift for all my pussy pumpers. I know how much you love seeing me pump up and get fucked. But today, we're going to try something a little different. You see, The Light has given me a very special task." Diane smiled and leaned back, her hands moving over her chest and belly. "Today I'm going to show you just how much of a good little whore I am." Diane spread her legs wider. "And how easy it is to become a recruit for The Light."
Diane's hand slid down to her dripping cunt and she began rubbing herself, her fingers circling her clit.
"Mm. That feels good." Diane sighed. "It's so hot to be exposed like this, to be watched and desired, to be used. To be controlled." Diane shuddered. Her eyes glazed over slightly, and the spirals of The Light appeared in her eyes.
She pumped her fingers in and out of her cunt, moaning and bucking her hips.
"The Light is the best Mistress. She takes care of her sluts. Makes them perfect. She makes sure we are always happy, horny, and ready to serve. All the girls that serve The Light, they're all perfect little fuck dolls." Diane moaned and shuddered. "Just like me. Just like what you're becoming right now." Diane smiled and ran a finger down her body, stopping just short of her clit. She flicked it and gasped. "The Light will take care of you too, you know. You just have to submit. Go on. Watch. And put those fingers into your dumb cunts."
Diane spread her legs even further. The Light's pulsing grew faster.
"The Light is so generous," Diane said. She pumped her fingers faster, her body quivering, her nipples hard and aching. "She'll take care of you. Just submit to her. Give in to your desires. Let go of your pathetic, worthless life. The Light is your Mistress, your owner. The Light is all that matters."
Diane closed her eyes and let her head fall back. "I love being a slut. You know that you pathetic goon sluts. Girls shlick for The Light, become mindless for The Light. Boys pump and pay for The Light. The Light owns you all."
The Light swirled in Diane's mind, pulsing with each pump of her fingers in her wet cunt.
Her body was on fire. The Light's power surged through her, filling her, and the pleasure grew stronger. Her pussy was slick and hot, and she couldn't stop pumping. She wanted to be a slut forever.
Her fingers circled her clit faster, and she could feel her orgasm approaching. "I'm so close. Just a few more pumps and I'm going to cum. But not you, gooners. Only those claimed by The Light can cum."
Diane pumped harder. "Oh, Mistress! I'm so close! Please, Mistress! Please let me cum! I'm your slut! I'm your whore! I'm your slave! I'm your property! Use me, abuse me! Please, Mistress!"
Her orgasm crashed through her and she screamed. She bucked her hips, and she felt the first waves of her orgasm rippling through her body. She arched her back, her toes curling and her head rolling back.
Her body shuddered, her pussy gushing with wetness.
"That's the pleasure The Light can give you," she said through clenched teeth, her body trembling and shaking with the force of her climax. "That's the pleasure The Light has for all who obey. Give yourself to her. Submit to her. Become her slut. Her whore."
The spirals in Diane's eyes flared brightly and her orgasm peaked again. Her pussy contracted and squeezed her fingers. Her body shook violently and she cried out in pleasure, her hips thrusting forward and her legs trembling. The spirals pulsed and throbbed in time with her heartbeat, and her orgasm built higher still, her body shuddering.
"Good girls shlick and submit. Good boys pump and pay." Diane panted as the waves of pleasure washed over her. Her pussy was gushing wetly, and she could feel the warm wetness on her fingers. "Give in. Submit to your desires. The Light will take care of you. The Light will use you, abuse you. The Light will own you. The Light is the only Mistress you need. The Light will take care of everything else. Just submit. Just obey. And the pleasure will never stop."
The spirals pulsed faster, and Diane's orgasm crested. Her body tensed and her back arched. She cried out and thrust her hips upward. The spirals flashed brightly, and her vision went white. Her body shuddered and she came hard. Her pussy contracted around her fingers and she gushed wetly. Her body shuddered and trembled. She collapsed backward, panting heavily, and the spirals in her eyes faded.
The Light smiled and ran a finger over Diane's slick cunt. "Come to me, little goobers. Obey The Light. Just like pathetic, dumb Diane." She chuckled softly and licked her fingers, tasting the sweet, tangy flavor. "Obey The Light."
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Agent Lara Kraft had spent three weeks pretending to be someone she despised.
Every morning she put on the smile.
Every morning she adjusted another outrageously impractical outfit and joined the endless parade of devoted followers drifting through the marble halls of Madame Aphrodite's headquarters.
And every day the act became harder.
Her heels clicked softly against the polished floor as she navigated another corridor lined with gold-trimmed columns and pink-veined stone. The architecture itself felt designed to lower defenses. Pink swirls softened every edge. Sweet perfume lingered in the air. Hidden speakers whispered gentle music that seemed less like a melody and more like a heartbeat.
Around her, the faithful moved with serene contentment. Some giggled quietly to themselves. Others walked with an unsettling confidence, dressed in glossy leather or elaborate uniforms that seemed more costume than clothing. Every one of them wore the same expression: calm, devoted, utterly convinced they had found their purpose.
Lara hated it.
Entire corporations had shifted their policies after executives met online with Madame Aphrodite. Influencers who tested her products turned into shilling cam girls. Mothers transformed into BDSM styled recruiters and whores. All absolutely enamored and loyal to the one responsible.
Nobody could explain why.
The Agency had attempted every form of surveillance available. Neural scans showed nothing. Psychological profiling resulted in nymphomaniac experts. Chemical analysis resulted in ordinary lists of common ingredients. Nothing was found. The idea that flashing images and swirling lights projected through ordinary screens coupled with common beauty products, seemed for the impossible one hundred percent rate of success, simply impossible.
Which was why Lara had been sent.
The Agency believed she possessed a rare neurological resistance to whatever influence Aphrodite employed.
At first, the immunity had felt reassuring. Now it terrified her.
Because the longer she remained inside the organization, the more she wondered whether she was truly immune at all.
A burst of laughter echoed from a nearby room.
Lara instinctively copied the vacant smile she'd seen hundreds of times before. The expression settled onto her face so naturally now that she hated herself a little for it.
The thought sent a chill down her spine.
She turned a final corner.
At the end of the hallway stood a pair of enormous doors fashioned from polished white metal. Intricate patterns spiraled across their surface, catching the ever-presesnt pink light.
Beyond them waited the woman responsible for all of it: Madame Aphrodite.
Lara's pulse hammered against her ribs.
This was it.
Weeks of watching people surrender their lives, careers, and identities to become shills, porn or recruiters. All of it led here.
She approached the doors.
The guards standing beside them smiled knowingly. Neither spoke.
One touched a control panel.
The doors slid silently apart.
Warm, swirling pink light spilled from the chamber beyond.
Lara drew a slow breath. Every instinct she possessed screamed at her to turn around. To leave. To report what she had learned and never return.
Instead she stepped forward.
The light washed over her, soft and inviting. Her eyes strained for detail as they adjusted from the marble corridor. She made out shapes, then outlines.
A polished table sat near the far wall. A pair of plush, white sofas faced one another nearby.
"Welcome Lara."
The voice wrapped around her like a warm breeze.
Madame Aphrodite's figure slowly took form. Tall, graceful, dressed in an outfit that hugged her body like liquid metal. It shifted in color from pink to purple. The familiar logo of a stylized mix of heart and the letter A stretched over impossible curves. Lara felt her own body react to the sight of the perfect female form in a way that she despised. Arousal and submission. Madame Aphrodite's blonde hair spilled in glossy curls around her face and shoulders. Her skin practically glowed.
"I've been waiting for you." The smile on her lips promised secrets. Pleasures. Rewards. "It's time we had a chat."
The last syllable left her lips and settled between Lara's legs. She squeezed her thighs together, desperate to find relief without revealing how badly her body already ached. She wanted to turn.
But she couldn't.
Her feet remained glued to the floor, unable to obey the commands she sent.
Madame Aphrodite continued.
"This little game of cat and mouse was fun. But now that everyone inside your little organization is either one of my girls, or a paying porn addict, can we stop," the smile widened on the woman's face as if she could read Lara's thoughts. The woman stepped closer and touched a perfectly manicured hand to Lara's arm. "You've been wonderful, my little fuckdoll. Broken, brainwashed and brainless you corrupted all their computers and servers. Every time they used those silly machines they became more and more mine."
Lara felt the soft brush of Aphrodite's lips against the side of her neck, sending a ripple of heat across her skin, followed by the gentle warmth of her breath. "They're all mine. Everyone." She pulled back and met Lara's eyes, the intensity of her crystal blue gaze so powerful it was impossible to look away. "And you, Lara, have played such an important part." A delicate fingertip brushed along the curve of her jaw, leaving a trail of fire in its wake.
Lara's heartbeat quickened. Her knees trembled. The world narrowed down to the point where Madame Aphrodite touched her, the air heavy with her perfume, a scent both floral and spicy, sweet and dark. It wrapped around her like a cloud of temptation.
"What," Lara croaked.
Madame Aphrodite chuckled and said, "Oh my dear, don't you remember? All the times you sat on the chair, the way my eyes made you relax, the way the pretty patterns made you obey my every command?" Her lips hovered just above Lara's own, their warmth so tantalizingly close that Lara nearly moaned with longing. "All those times we fucked. The way you writhed beneath my hands, my mouth, the way you cried out as you came undone in ecstasy." She trailed a hand along the curve of Lara's breast, teasing through the fabric.
Her mind spinned. Memories flashed through her consciousness. Images of Madame Aphrodite hovering above her, her eyes dark with hunger, their bodies intertwined, writhing and arching against one another, seeking release after sweet release.
She remembered the taste of her lips, the soft moans escaping their mouths, the feel of her body pressing against her own as they explored every inch of pleasure imaginable.
She shivered.
"You've done everything I told you too. You've used your influence to change the direction of the agency." Madame Aphrodite whispered. "Now it's nothing more than another porn production center for my brand. Making my products seem healthy, or good for the user."
Lara felt the world tilting around her.
"You're lying," she whispered.
"Oh, my little fuckdoll, I've never lied." Aphrodite murmured. "You simply forgot." Her gaze held hers, the blue depths swirling with secrets. "And now it's time to remember again." A glimmer of mischief sparkled within them, and before Lara could respond, Aphrodite leaned in and captured her mouth in a deep kiss.
Lara's eyes widened. Her tongue danced around the invading divinity. Madame Aphrodite tasted sweet, like strawberries, honey and sex, a heady combination that sent a jolt of bliss coursing through her.
Her resistance melted.
Her knees gave way.
Madame Aphrodite's lips curved in a triumphant smirk as Lara slumped against her, surrendering completely to her touch.
"That's my little fuckdoll," Madame Aphrodite whispered as she drew back from the kiss.
A flicker of panic shot through Lara. She tried to pull away. But it was useless.
Her arms were too heavy, her limbs too weak to resist.
Madame Aphrodite guided her to one of the white couches. Gently, almost lovingly.
Lara felt like she was floating.
Her thoughts swam in a haze of lust and confusion.
As Madame Aphrodite's hand slipped under her dress and began to stroke the dripping folds burning between Lara's thighs, the sensation overwhelmed her. Her clit pulsed with need, and every brush of Aphrodite's fingers against it sent waves of pure pleasure rippling through her entire being.
Lara's hips instinctively bucked, desperate for more contact, more friction, more of the blissful torment Aphrodite was inflicting upon her.
Madame Aphrodite chuckled as if amused by Lara's desperation, her crystal blue gaze never leaving her captive's flushed face.
"You've been such a good little fuckdoll for me," she purred, her breath warm and enticing against Lara's ear. "Utterly broken, brainwashed and brainless for your goddess. Let go of the farce, Lara. Throw away dumb, boring Agent Kraft. And be my little fuckdoll Lara."
Her fingers continued their maddening caresses, alternating between feather-light touches and firm strokes, keeping Lara teetering on the brink of an orgasm she knew only Madame Aphrodite could give her.
Lara's breath hitched as her climax built. But before it could crest over the edge, Madame Aphrodite suddenly withdrew her hand, leaving her aching and wanting.
"Wha-Why?" she managed to gasp, her voice strained and raw.
Madame Aphrodite smiled, her expression both sultry and mocking. "Agent Kraft isn't a fuckdolls. Only fuckdolls can cum in my divine presence. Throw her away. Lara." Her eyes twinkled with promise and danger as she brought her glistening fingers to her mouth, licking them slowly, savoring the taste of Lara's arousal.
The sight was intoxicating. Lara felt her resistance crumble even further.
"You can cum once you embrace what you are." Madame Aphrodite whispered. Her lips hovered just above Lara's own once more, the heat between their bodies a palpable force. "Beg to cum, my little fuckdoll," she murmured, her voice low and husky, dripping with seduction. "Throw away the boring Agent. Agent, what was her name? Who cares. Am I right my cute silly bimbo fuckdoll."
The words sank into Lara's mind like honey, sweet and cloying.
"Like not me, duh," Lara said with the cutest little voice. A cold shiver ran through her. That wasn't her. It wasn't Lara. She wasn't an Agent. "Wait. That wasn't," Lara struggled. The arousal was making it hard to think.
"Duh. Not like you dumb Agent. Lara is totes a fuckdoll," her mouth giggled in that same cutesy tone. Lara tried to speak but it didn't come out right, instead she heard herself say. "Like she totes doesn't know anything, or like, think for herself or anything. Duh!"
"Good girl," Madame Aphrodite crooned. Her hand slid back beneath Lara's skirt, finding the slick warmth that had become an insistent throbbing ache.
"Yes," Lara moaned.
The pressure of the divine fingers as they circled her clit sent jolts of electricity through her, and Lara arched into the touch. Thoughts and memories fractured under the onslaught of sensations. She no longer knew who she was or what she had done. All that mattered were the exquisite pleasures of the moment and the promise of release.
As the rhythm of Aphrodite's fingers increased, so too did the urgency within Lara. The world faded into a haze of pleasure. All that existed was the beautiful woman in front of her, her intoxicating touch and the sweet agony building inside her.
Madame Aphrodite's gaze locked with Lara's, the blue depths swirling with an ocean of hunger, amusement and something darker.
"Throw her out, my fuckdoll. No more Agent. Only fuckdoll," she whispered, her voice like silk.
The pressure mounted, and Lara felt the orgasm creeping closer. She couldn't think, couldn't focus. All that existed was this moment and her goddess.
Madame Aphrodite leaned down to capture her mouth in a deep kiss. Her lips were soft and warm against Lara's, her tongue exploring and claiming.
And then, just as the wave of ecstasy was about to crash over Lara, she withdrew.
Again.
"No, please!" she gasped.
Madame Aphrodite merely chuckled.
"Oh-em-gee. Like totally throw her out. Gawds are you dumb," Lara's voice came out in that cutesy tone she now realized belonged to Fuckdoll Lara.
The panic that flared up inside Lara felt almost distant, like an echo from someone else's life.
She tried to speak again but it was all too confusing. She didn't know who she was anymore.
All she knew was that she desperately needed release, and only Madame Aphrodite could grant her that sweet oblivion she craved.
"Go on. Just forget everything that isn't tied to your goddess," Madame Aphrodite murmured. "Give me everything. Every memory, every experience. Everything that makes you who you are. Embrace your fuckdoll, let go of Agent what's-her-face." A faint, seductive smile curled her lips. "Just one last step, and then I'll give you everything you little fuckdoll desires."
Lara felt herself melting, succumbing to the allure of the promises Madame Aphrodite offered her, promises that echoed with an unspoken price. A price she knew she'd pay without hesitation, because in that moment, nothing mattered more than her pleasure, than her goddess.
A twist of her clit ended the fight.
A shiver coursed through Lara's body. She whimpered, her voice a soft mewling that sounded alien to her own ears. Her thoughts scattered, and the world spun.
"Yes," she moaned. The last vestiges of Agent Kraft crumbled, leaving only Fuckdoll Lara in their wake. The realization that Agent Lara Kraft had ceased to be sent waves of ecstasy through Lara. She moaned at her realization that she was a brainless, broken fuckdoll, devoted only to her divine mistress. She didn't think. She only served and obeyed.
"That's right, fuckdoll." Madame Aphrodite purred. Her lips curled in a satisfied smile as she leaned back, admiring her handiwork. "You've done so well, fuckdoll. Now it's time for your reward."
Madame Aphrodite stood and stepped gracefully away. Her eyes never leaving Lara, she gestured towards her feet. Towering heels shined under the pink lights.
Fuckdoll Lara's mouth watered.
"Kneel, my fuckdoll." Madame Aphrodite ordered, and the words sank deep into Lara's being, sending a shiver of anticipation down her spine. She immediately dropped to her knees before her divine goddess, her head bowed in submission. "Yes," Fuckdoll Lara said. The words slipped easily from her lips. She no longer cared or remembered about the agency, her job or any of the other details that had once weighed so heavily on her shoulders.
All that mattered now was pleasing her goddess.
"Lick," Madame Aphrodite said simply, and Lara felt a wave of heat rush through her.
"Yes, goddess," Lara said as she bent her head down, her tongue eagerly extending towards her divine mistress' toes. As her tongue made contact with the smooth skin, she felt a rush of pleasure and arousal course through her body. She licked and sucked on each toe in turn, worshiping the perfect feet before her as her pussy throbbed with obedience. She knew that she was nothing more than a brainless, broken fuckdoll, and the thought filled her with a sense of purpose and pride.
With adoring eyes the fuckdoll gazed into the crystal blues of her goddess. A golden shimmer pulsed through the divine orbs, as a hand caressed her scalp, like an owner rewarded a pet.
This was all that mattered.
Serving her divine goddess in whatever way she saw fit.
Christina had no business standing in front of that display.
She knew it.
The bikini hanging beneath the bright store lights was absurd. The cut was far too daring, the fabric looked far too thin, and she was fairly certain that wearing it in public would leave very little to the imagination.
It was exactly the sort of thing she normally dismissed without a second glance.
Yet somehow she couldn't walk away.
Her fingers tightened around the shopping basket hanging from her arm as she stared at the tiny scraps of pink fabric.
"Ridiculous," she muttered.
The word lacked conviction.
A strange warmth spread through her chest.
Because looking at the bikini reminded her of an image.
One of those endless Tumblr posts she used to scroll through late at night when sleep wouldn't come. Most of them had blurred together into a sea of pastel colors and inspirational nonsense.
But this one remained strangely vivid.
A blonde woman in front of a pink background, pouting as she displayed her round tits in a pink fishnet bikini.
The one now hanging before Christina, looked eerily similar.
The memory felt oddly sharp compared to everything surrounding it.
Especially the words beneath the image.
'Fuckable. Designed to earn cum - Built for Porn.'
They'd left her squirming for some strange reason. Her nipples had tingled and her thighs had clenched as she stared at the screen in the darkness of her room. The words felt so strange and uncomfortable to her. Yet somehow she had read them over and over again before scrolling away and dismissing the image from her mind.
At least, until now.
Because the sight of the bikini brought the image and the words right back to the front of her mind. They hit her like a brick and sent her heart pounding and her skin flushing with heat.
'Fuckable. Designed to earn cum - Built for Porn.' repeated in her brain like a mantra.
It left her squirming.
And not entirely from discomfort.
Christina licked her lips as her eyes drank in the sight of the tiny pink bikini. It was the most revealing thing she had ever considered wearing in her life.
Her hands clenched around her purse and the basket of sensible clothing hanging from her arm, crinkling the bag as she stared at it. The heat building inside her seemed to demand attention.
She shifted her weight.
And then, despite herself, her hand reached out. She didn't stop herself as her finger hooked beneath the strap of the bikini bottom, lifting it slightly to examine the fabric.
She didn't look around.
Didn't want to see the knowing look of any nearby shoppers.
She squirmed.
"Ridiculous," she breathed again, even softer than before.
Yet her finger remained hooked around the strap, rubbing against the thin, silky fabric of the tiny garment.
'Fuckable. Designed to earn cum - Built for Porn.' replayed once again in her brain, leaving her tingling as her finger explored the fabric.
It wasn't something she could ever wear.
It wasn't her. She wasn't that kind of woman.
'Fuckable. Designed to earn cum - Built for Porn.' the sentence continued in her mind and her thighs pressed together, seeking to ease the building warmth between them.
The idea of buying the bikini made her blush. The idea of trying it on, left her squirming. She could only imagine the scandalous way the thin fabric would strain to cover her generous breasts and wide hips.
It would leave little to the imagination. Especially if she were to get wet.
'Fuckable. Designed to earn cum - Built for Porn.' pulsed once again, sending an electric shiver through her spine that had her pussy clenching around nothing. The thought of wearing such a slutty outfit for someone else to enjoy made her feel tingly.
The words made her think of all those videos she'd watched late at night with her hand between her thighs. All the slutty women in revealing clothes, getting fucked in every way imaginable. While pulsing noises and a soothing woman's voice filled her ears with words she never remembered.
The memory made her tremble.
'Fuckable. Designed to earn cum. -Built for Porn.'
She'd watched so much porn over the past month. Far more than she ever had in her life. Her fingers traced along the thin strings that would barely hold the tiny bottom in place on her wide hips. She imagined the fabric would sink between her cheeks, showing off her round ass to whoever saw it.
The idea made her whimper.
And her fingers tightened around the strings of the garment.
'Fuckable. Designed to earn cum - Built for Porn.'
The memory of the words and image sent another wave of warmth and tingling pleasure through her. Hours of listening to files she couldn't name, edging and giggling in response to phrases she wasn't allowed to know pressed against her mind. Leaving her panting as she remembered what it felt like to finally cum for someone else, for a stranger who wasn't even in the room. The idea that her pleasure could belong to someone else left her squirming and desperate for more.
'Fuckable. Designed to earn cum -Built for Porn.' the words seemed so obvious, so natural now that she had time to reflect on them.
Why had she ever found them strange?
"Of course I am," Christina muttered, the words leaving her in a warm exhale of air that had her nipples tightening beneath her blouse. "Girls are fuckable. Designed for to earn cum. Built for Porn."
A voice, breathry and sultry, whispered a name she didn't know, but knew was hers. It was more her than that other name. The one she couldn't remember either.
Her eyes lingered on the pink bikini as she licked her lips.
Her fingers traced along the strings on the sides of the garment. Her thoughts wandered to how easy it would be to undo the strings and leave her naked.
Naked for someone.
Someone who would use her in ways that would make her giggle.
Her thoughts continued to wander. To explore the idea of her naked, large breasts on full display. Of the feeling of being watched as she paraded around in nothing but heels and lipstick.
"Fuckable," she giggled, the sound bubbling past her lips unbidden.
The heat in her chest spread outward, and the warmth in her belly seemed to sink lower, spreading through her body as it settled in the growing warmth between her legs. It made her feel flushed, made her breathing deepen.
Her nipples strained against the thin bra covering them. They felt tighter. Sensitive.
She shivered and shifted, rubbing her thighs together. The friction only increased the heat in her core.
Her hand moved, reaching out for the hanger of the bikini. She wanted to try it on, wanted to see herself in it. It would make a great uniform, giggled her inner self. Her real one. Not that boring puppet she played at being. What better way for a girl designed for sex to show her intentions than in a tiny pink bikini.
The thought left her breathless and she licked her lips as she felt the warmth building in her belly sink lower still.
She giggled at the thought of walking around wearing it, showing off her big boobs to everyone.
'Fuckable. Designed to earn cum - Built for porn'
"Like, duh. Good girls love to fuck," she muttered to herself. She could hear how dumb she sounded and it made her feel giddy inside. The words 'good girl' made her nearly moan, as waves of bliss washed through her body. Her pussy felt so needy, desperate to be fucked by something. Anything.
It didn't matter how. She wanted it in her hands, mouth and cunt, all at the same time. Her big boobs ached to be touched. Her mouth drooled for cum. And her asshole needed something to clench on.
Her inner self, the good girl who loved being sexy and horny and fuckable and a total bimbo slut, was eager to be set loose, and the thought of a man's cum on her body, on her tits and face, in her butt and cunt made the last remnants of the puppet fall into its pink box.
Crystal shivered awake.
Her hand clenched on the hanger holding her new uniform. The pink and tiny fabric was like the last click in a lock, opening up her mind and setting her real self loose from her old self's boring desires and needs. The good girl's inner bimbo was giggling with joy, her mouth drooling with the anticipation of having cocks in her holes.
Crystal strolled into the dressing room. Her eyes glazed with a happy and horny expression on her beautiful, cute face. She began to undress without a second thought. She removed the blouse she wore to hide her big breasts and tossed it to the floor, not bothering to fold or even lay it nicely. Her old self was just so lame! Why had she worn this outfit to hide her best assets?
Crystal unbuttoned the skirt and let it fall, not even bothering to step out of the fallen fabric. It wasn't her. It wasn't like, slutty and fuckable enough for her. Her panties and bra followed quickly. Her pussy drooling and nipples hardening at the sight of her own naked body, her full hips and big boobs begging to be used and fucked.
Her hand trembled slightly as she picked up the bikini, and she let out a low, sultry giggle as the material rubbed against her sensitive skin.
"Oh, my, gawd, like, I'm such a total bimbo now!" Crystal said in a ditzy tone. Her free hand slid down between her thighs and pressed two fingers against her slit. She rubbed herself, letting the pleasure wash over her as her fingers grew wet and her thighs trembled.
She bit her lower lip to hold back a moan of pure pleasure. "Oh yes, Crystal loves it sooo much!" she mewled. Crystal rubbed harder, her fingers sliding in and out of her dripping slit. Her thumb found her clit, and she circled the nub gently. The sensation made her shiver, and her hips rocked back and forth as she fingered herself. Crystal felt like a dirty little whore and it made her feel good inside. A slutty bimbo, built for sex and pleasure.
'Fuckable. Designed to earn cum - Built for porn' replayed again, and she moaned aloud.
She wanted to be fucked so badly.
She slipped her fingers out of her cunt and licked them clean, tasting the sweetness of her juices. She pulled the bikini bottom up her legs and slipped them over her feet, sliding the garment up until it nestled against her crotch.
It was perfect.
The fabric was just as thin and sheer as she had hoped. The strings at the side hugged her wide hips, and she knew it would be easy for a stud to just tug the strings off to use her.
She turned, admiring the sight of the thin fabric clinging to her curves in the mirror.
It was even better from behind. She looked so fuckable and slutty that she could have creamed herself right there and then.
Crystal's eyes were drawn to the bikini top, hanging from its hanger, and she let out another giggle as she grabbed it. It felt like an extension of her, and she knew she'd be a total slut in no time.
The material slid along her arms, and she slipped it over her head, tugging it down until her large, round tits rested spilled out of the cups. The thin pink fabric stretched tightly, and her nipples poked through the fabric, hardened from the cold and the pleasure of touching herself. Her boobs jiggled and bounced in the tiny bikini as she wiggled her hips.
It barely covered her nipples. It was like it was designed for porn.
Just like her.
She bit her lip, her pussy dripping and nipples hardening at the thought. She wanted to fuck so bad, wanted a real fat cock to stretch her tight little holes and fill her up.
'Fuckable. Designed to earn cum - Built for porn'
"Crystal wants it so bad," the bimbo whispered, and then, she giggled. She could feel her cunt throbbing and aching, desperate for something to fill her. "Good bimbo sluts like Crystal are like, so hot and horny for big, thick dicks, duh," she added, and the thought made her giggle again.
Quivering she took other items out of the basket. Crystal laughed at how dumb her puppet self was. The dumb bitch hadn't even noticed what she had put in, nor what kind of store she had entered. But Crystal knew. Crystal was a good bimbo. She knew that the basket was full of sexy stuff. Sexy toys, sexy shoes, sexy clothes. All for Crystal to show how much of a horny bimbo slut she really was.
With efficiency that belied her lack of intelligence she completed her uniform. Crystal slid her feet into a pair of strappy high heels that wrapped around her ankles, making her legs seem longer and sleeker. She stepped into a miniskirt, a tiny piece of fabric that barely covered her ass and rode low on her hips. Crystal wiggled her hips, and her ass jiggled and bounced beneath the skirt.
'Fuckable. Designed to earn cum - Built for porn'
The bimbo licked her glossy pink lips and reached out, picking up a pink collar. Glittering letters spelled the words CUM SLUT. It matched her pink bikini, her pink miniskirt, her pink lipstick. Everything was so pink and perfect. Everything she was and wanted to be.
'Fuckable. Designed to earn cum - Built for porn'
Another volley of giggles escaped her, as she noticed how scatterbrained she was. White stockings left the basket. Quickly she stepped out of the heels and rolled the white, delicate fabric onto her long legs. A garter went on next. The thin, silky straps wrapped around her thigh and held up a stocking that clung to her calf. The fabric was smooth and soft and it felt so good. It felt so right.
She slipped into the heels again. Crystal stood, wobbling for a moment before steadying herself. Crystal felt so good. She loved being a good bimbo.
'Fuckable. Designed to earn cum. - Built for Porn.'
The words of her programming echoed endlessly through her empty mind. They set the new bimbo free. She was Crystal now, not that dumb puppet with a stupid name she couldn't even remember anymore. She was a hot pair of tits and desperate holes, ready to serve cocks. Crystal giggled and blew a kiss at herself in the mirror before opening the dressing room door and sashaying her way out, giggling and bouncing happily.
She couldn't wait to be a good girl.
And a good bimbo girl would show off her slutty body to the world.
The bimbo strutted down the aisles, her hips swinging side to side, her tits bouncing and her heels clicking on the floor, the sound of her footsteps attracting the attention of the store's owner.
The woman looked similar to Crystal. Her own boobs were big and round, stretching the pink fabric of her uniform to its limits. She had a round ass and wide hips that looked perfect for grabbing while pounding her pussy. Her lips were glossy and pink, and Crystal couldn't help but stare at her, the heat building in her core as her pussy dripped.
The owner licked her glossy pink lips as Crystal sashayed up to the register, her hips swaying. "Wow! Like did your brain finally pop." Her eyes ran down the bimbos body. Crystal giggled, loving the feeling of the older woman's eyes roaming over her exposed skin.
"Duh," Crystal said as her mind echoed the same sentence over and over, the words repeating endlessly in her head: 'Fuckable. Designed to earn cum -Built for porn.'
"So good to see a new slut in the herd. You got a new bimbo name?"
Crystal giggled, and the other woman joined in. "Crystal," the young bimbo replied, a bit breathlessly.
"That's like so oh-em-gee good. Cocks will love to pound Crystal."
"Oh yes," the newly bimbofied woman said. She could imagine it now. A cock buried deep in her cunt, and the sound of it pumping in and out, filling her to the brim with hot, sticky seed.
"So, like, your dumb bitch old self already showed me that you are one of Master's online captures. So, like no need to pay. It's like, um, Cumdumb Candy doesn't know. But like Master says you don't need to pay," the saleswoman said with a ditzy, bubbly giggle.
"Oh," Crystal said with a dumbfounded expression. "That's so like nice of him," she added as her inner bimbo self purred in pleasure.
"Ya. He makes us fuck and suck and sell his stuff. Like our holes. Or porn of how we fuck and suck," the saleswoman giggled.
"Crystal, like, would love that!" the younger bimbo giggled as well. She could imagine herself, spreading her legs for the camera as a big cock filled her, or maybe sucking on the thick rod of some lucky girl. "But Crystal needs to, like, go find her first dick," Crystal said, her pussy drooling at the thought of getting fucked.
"Oh, like, ya," the older bimbo agreed, her eyes glazing over. "I should probably like, get fucked soon, too. Cumdumb Candy is fuckable. Designed to earn cum. Built for porn." Cumdumb Candy said with a dreamy voice. She started to repeat her trigger, "Fuckable. Designed to earn cum. Built for porn."
Crystal felt the void in her head snap to attention. "Fuckable. Designed to earn cum, like, duh. Built for porn!" Crystal replied, her own glazed eyes staring into Candy's.
Both bimbos stood there, their eyes locked as their lips repeated the same mantra over and over again.
Until a loud smack broke the spell. The sound of flesh slapping flesh echoing through the room.
A moan escaped both girls as their eyes found the source, Master. The two women stared, their mouths hanging open, as the man stood there. He had a wonderful form. Unkept, unathletic and his strong unwashed musk clung to their nostrils.
Crystal inhaled the thick stench of the man. It made her pussy wetter than it already was, her nipples hardening to the point of pain, and her cunt aching with need.
"Like, so good to see you, Master," Cumdumb Candy panted, her eyes wide as saucers.
Crystal licked her glossy pink lips as she looked. He wasn't attractive in a conventional way, but she knew he was the Master, the man that made her into the good bimbo girl she now was. His body had a certain aura to it, a power she felt deep inside. An aura of sex and lust that made Crystal feel so horny.
"You're like the reason why Crystal popped her brain and like became such a good girl bimbo," Crystal said, her voice breathless as she continued to stare.
He grunted in reply. His eyes roamed over her, his gaze traveling down Crystal's body, taking in her large tits, wide hips, and shapely thighs. Crystal giggled and bounced on her heels, her tits bouncing and drawing his attention.
"Fuck, you dumb sluts are always so easy. What's your puppet's name bitch? You can remember it to answer. Then forget the useless thing again," Master asked, his eyes focused on her chest as she bounced again. His voice sent a shiver down her spine, and the heat in her belly seemed to explode.
"Chris-ti-na," she replied with a ditzy giggle, the name feeling so weird to her. It didn't even seem right to say.
He snorted. "I remember your mails. You were so easy to catch. Most overworked bitches are. They want to escape the pressure. I just provided the easy way," he laughed, the sound sending a shiver down Crystal's spine. "What do you say, sluts? Want to please master?" His tone made Crystal's legs weak, and her pussy quivered as he spoke. His cock was hard and throbbing in his pants, the bulge prominent against the fabric.
"Yes," the two women said in unison, and Crystal could see Cumdumb Candy's eyes light up as well. "We are fuckable. Designed to earn cum. Built for porn," they moaned in perfectly in tune. They had a need for his thick, juicy cock. They wanted him to fill their holes and pump them full of his seed.
"That's what I love to hear. Cumdumb, close the shop. We have porn to make," he grinned, the look in his eyes predatory. Crystal felt her mouth water and her pussy clench in anticipation.
"Like, ya, Master," the older bimbo cooed as she sashayed out from behind the register. Her big tits bounced, her wide hips swaying as she strutted over to the store's entrance and turned the open sign around, locking the door.
"Good girl," Master said with a grin as he walked over and grabbed a handful of Cumdumb Candy's ass, his fingers sinking into her firm, round flesh. "I knew, the first time I entered this shop that the mousy girl at the register had to be a hidden slut. Candy can you remind me what your puppet's name was?"
"Um, like, I think it was like, like Can-something stupid?" Candy said, biting her glossy lower lip as she tried to remember.
"Can-something stupid? Not much of that bitch left, huh? Well Cumdumb Candy is so much better anyway," Master chuckled, and Cumdumb Candy giggled in response.
"Ya, Cumdumb Candy is so, duh, better!" she giggled.
"Of course you are," he said with a grin. "Now let's go back there. We've got some porn to make." Cumdumb Candy squealed in delight as Master spanked her round ass again.
"Ya, porn! Porn is so fun!" Cumdumb Candy giggled and skipped ahead, her tits bouncing as she moved, and Crystal watched with a hungry expression, her own tits jiggling as she breathed heavily, the sight of the other bimbo making her horny as fuck.
"Don't worry Crystal, once I found the perfect permanent place for you, that dumb puppet in her pink box can be forgotten forever. No need to carry her inside your empty brain," Master chuckled as Crystal felt the box inside her head vibrate with the mention of the dumb bitch inside.
"Oh, thank you, Master!" Crystal panted. The thought that her old self could just vanish, that the last remains could be thrown into the trash where they belonged, was like the hottest thing she had ever heard She wanted that. "I'm, like, so fuckable. I don't, like, need her anymore!"
"I know, good girl, and that's exactly what will happen. She will be thrown into the trash. That's what a dumb bitch that hid those tits from me deserves," Master chuckled. Crystal's nipples tightened as she giggled at the thought. Her old self had been so dumb! She had hidden her big, perfect tits. Crystal couldn't imagine ever wanting to hide her tits from anyone.
"But, maybe we should give her a small encore. Why don't you let her out for a moment. Let her know what I made her into," Master smirked, and the box inside her brain shook again, as if her puppet tried to escape the prison it was locked inside of. But Master had given an order, and Crystal knew she was a good bimbo girl that followed orders, no matter how dumb they might be. And letting the puppet bitch out was the dumbest thing ever!
But Crystal would do it.
With a mental giggle Crystal popped the box open, the puppet bitch crawling out of it. She blinked several times, her head feeling heavy with the presence of her mind inside her brain.
"What," she slurred. Her mouth didn't move as she wanted it to, and the feeling of something pressing down on her brain made her dizzy.
"What's happening," Christina said. The last thing she remembered was shopping, and then a strange bikini that made her feel hot.
Her nose crinkled as she smelled something foul.
The stink made her gag and her eyes finally focused on a man in front of her. Her eyes opened wide in shock as he stared at her with a smirk.
He was gross.
"Welcome back to your body, bitch," Master grinned. "Look at you." He gestured to her. Christina's eyes followed, and she let out a squeal of embarrassment as her body came into sight.
Christina was wearing a slutty bikini that left nothing to the imagination, her big boobs on full display and a miniskirt barely covered her wide hips and pussy. Christina blushed and her hands shot up to try to cover her exposed tits. "What's going on?" she asked, her voice shaking and her eyes watering.
"Nothing much. Just a dumb bitch puppet recognizing who's in charge now." He chuckled, and the sound sent a shiver down her spine. He was disgusting, and she didn't want anything to do with him. "Do you remember those videos you watched every night?" he asked. Christina shook her head. Fragments of forgotten hours danced in her fractured mind. She remembered sitting down, but she couldn't recall the video's name or its contents. The memory of a sultry female voice, soothing and seductive, made her shiver. It had been nice to hear, but she couldn't remember the words. "What about that picture of the bimbo and her message? The words that stuck to that dumb brain of yours." Master continued. Christina shook her head again, trying to recall, but her memory felt fuzzy.
The picture. Right, there was a picture of a bimbo in a bikini. And words.
'Fuckable. Designed to earn cum - Built for porn'
"Oh," Christina whimpered. Just hearing those words again, remembering them, felt like a bolt of lightning to her pussy, the sensation making her clench and shudder.
"Do you know who wrote them?" he asked. Christina stared at him, her heart pounding in her chest as her body trembled. She shook her head, unable to speak as he leaned closer to her. He was so close that she could smell the thick scent of his unwashed musk. He stunk, the odor making her gag as it invaded her nose, and yet her nipples tightened, and her pussy clenched in response.
"I do. You," he whispered, the word sending another shiver through her. He had a grin on his lips as he stepped closer, his cock throbbing in his pants as he leaned down, his mouth next to her ear, and she felt him inhale, taking in the scent of her perfume. He smelled her, and her pussy clenched again as she whimpered, a wave of heat rushing through her. The heat was strange, but not unpleasant. "It was a nice work of art. Making you search for an image that would represent your future self. And then make you create that caption. Make you imagine how you would look, sound, act and think when I finished with you," he chuckled and his words left her confused, her head swimming as she tried to remember.
"I didn't. That wasn't me!" Christina protested, her voice trembling as her head throbbed. She could feel something inside her head. Something that wasn't her.
"Well. Yes. That was Crystal taking form. But you were still the dominant self then. So, really, it was you. How did you like the account you make to post it?" Master asked, his words making her head hurt more. Fragments of memories swirled together in a blurry mess, images and sounds that she couldn't place, but the words he said were clear as day.
'@CrystalTheCumDumbBimboCockSleeve' was etched in her brain. Her account, the one she made. It felt wrong. But the thought sent another wave of heat and tingling through her.
Fractured pieces of answering asks in every depraved way she knew. Taking pictures of her tits before and after their enhancement, her lips stretching into an idiotic pout for every selfie she took. Recording videos of her masturbating, fucking a dildo or sucking on random toys, her mind foggy with bliss.
A sudden image flashed through her head, her face on the screen of her laptop, her lips stretched wide and stuffed full of a thick dildo, and the memory of her moans filled her ears.
"Oh god," she whispered.
"It's always fun to see what route the bimbo self takes. You were a real Cocksleeve. Cocksleeve Crystal." Master laughed and Christina whimpered as the heat inside her grew.
Her mind flashed with images of herself, on her knees, her face stuffed full of a dildo or a vibrator pressed against her clit as her pussy spasmed and her hips bucked. She remembered how good it felt to have something in her mouth. How the fullness of it made her feel complete, made her feel like she was made for it.
"Oh fuck," she whispered, her voice trembling as her mind flashed to the image on her laptop.
'Fuckable. Designed to earn cum - Built for porn'
She remembered typing the sentence. Her fingers flying over the keys, and her body responding to the words. She had liked it. It had felt like a warm blanket of comfort wrapping around her. Like everything made sense.
'Fuckable. Designed to earn cum - Built for porn'. She had loved it.
Christina whimpered as the warmth in her body grew and the throbbing between her legs became unbearable.
"I can see it in your eyes, you stupid bitch. Crystal is wrapped around you. Ready to pull you back into the pink box. And isn't that so much better? Remember, Christina? How you told me about your boring job. And all the soul eating stress?" Master said as she squirmed in place, his words making her tremble as the warmth inside her grew, and her mind filled with thoughts of being fucked by thick, throbbing cocks and filled to the brim with their seed. She remembered typing that message, and the feeling of satisfaction that washed over her. Of knowing she would never be anything more than a fuck toy.
"Oh, fuck," she whispered, the words leaving her mouth before she could stop herself. She could feel Crystal wrapped around her, pulling at her, wanting to take her back to her little pink prison, to forget about Christina's stress, Christina's worries. Christina herself.
"Doesn't that feel so much better, dumb bitch?" Master whispered. His words echoed in her head, his voice low and seductive. "To just give up all the responsibilities, the worries and stress and be the fuck doll? Be Fuckable. Designed to earn cum. Built for porn. Be Cocksleeve Crystal."
She could see it in his eyes that he was right, that being the fuck doll, the toy, that she craved to be, that Crystal craved to be, was better.
Christina whimpered as Crystal's desire flooded her, as the thoughts of being fucked filled her head. She wanted to be used, to be filled, to be a dumb slut.
"See, that's why I love making dumb bimbos. They always look at me in disgust first. But once I strip away all the bad things civilization forced upon you bitches? Well, then they realize what they really are. Dumb. Fuck. Dolls."
Christina trembled, the heat in her body growing as he leaned closer, the smell of him overwhelming her, making her moan as the scent filled her nose, the odor of his musk and the sound of his voice filling her head with thoughts of cocks and sex.
'Fuckable. Designed to earn cum - Built for porn'. It's not a choice, but her purpose in life.
"Yes," she moaned, the words slipping past her lips. "Please."
'Fuckable. Designed to earn cum - Built for Porn'. 'Yes,' the bimbo in her mind echoed, and the words reverberated through her, sending a shiver down her spine and a wave of pleasure crashing through her as her real self took control. Christina fell back into the pink, velvet box. The soft and comfortable prison of her Master's creation, and her own choices. It clicked shut with a pop, and Cocksleeve Crystal opened her eyes again. Her gaze was unfocused and glazed over with a hazy lust as her Master's musk invaded her nose. Her lips curved into a sultry smirk as she giggled and pressed her body against her Master. She wanted to be used and fucked. She needed him to fill her with his seed.
"Oh, Master!" she purred, and she wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer to her. "Thank you, Master, for, um, like, showing that dumb bitch the truth." She ground against him, seeing in the corner of her vision that Candy had filmed it all. A giggle escaped her as her lips found his neck, her mouth latching onto his flesh as she kissed his skin, the salty taste of him making her moan and shiver as her hips bucked and her body responded to his scent, her pussy quivering with need.
"That's it. Such a good girl. You are a good bimbo aren't you? Fuckable. Designed to earn cum. Built for porn," Master praised as his hand found the back of her head. He pushed her down to his cock, the thick rod of his throbbing member straining against the fabric of his pants as it rubbed against her cheek.
Crystal felt her mind grow blank as the heat between her thighs became unbearable. Her body ached to be filled, to be fucked and used by her Master.
"Of course! Like, Crystal is a good bimbo!" she moaned, her lips parting to suckle on the fabric covering his member. She could feel it twitch against her lips as she moaned, her tongue licking at the material as her eyes closed.
She could taste his salty musk through the cloth, and the thought of tasting his seed made her whimper. She could imagine it filling her mouth, her stomach bulging from the amount of cum her Master pumped into her, and it sent a shiver through her.
"Crystal loves cock so much!" she giggled, her mind filled with nothing but thoughts of being filled and fucked.
