Anna did not recognise any of the other girls she was waiting with.
She figured they might be from other departments or something like that. The company was pretty big. Or perhaps they were new? She didn’t know. They didn’t seem the sort of girls she’d ever be friends with though, this she did know. Vapid. They were all in a huddle giggling about who-knew-what, leaving Anna on her own.
And she still didn’t know what any of this was about.
Serious thought was being given towards just getting up and going when a man finally came in. The other girls shushed immediately and sorted themselves out into a proper row rather than a huddle. The man smiled at all of them.
“Sorry I’m a little late, you know how things are,” he said.
The other girls giggled again, for some reason. Anna looked at them sideways.
“So yes, not to waste any more of your time let’s get right to it. You’ve all been picked for a reason, and that’s why you’re here. We went over your performance and decided that you girls would be perfect candidates for a new reward programme we’re trialling.”
The other girls seemed excited. Giddy, even. There was even more giggling. Anna wasn’t sure. She raised her hand. From the look the man gave her he clearly hadn’t been expecting questions. He still pointed at her though.
“Yes?”
“So what are we actually going to do?” Anna asked.
“That is an excellent question. I could probably try explaining it to you but it’d be much easier if I could just take you through and show you all, you’d get it much faster. So if you girls would like to follow me?”
-
The girls knelt, staring ahead. Eyes blank, fixed on the screens in front of them. Some were already drooling a little. Anna was trying to focus. She was the only one trying.
All of the girls were in collars, and nothing else.
If any of them had been able to keep track of time, they’d know that it had been two days since the training for the reward programme started. They might have been able to remember how it started, too. How they’d all been led from the room they’d been waiting in, taken to an elevator none of them had ever actually seen before on the other side of a locked door, and to another room with thick, soft walls, where they had sat down.
They’d all been given a glass of water and the man with them had sort of just talked in circles without really saying much of anything at all until he’d seen that each of them had taken at least a few sips before saying that a proper explanation would be in a video that had been prepared for them. The other girls cooed because videos were fun. Anna was feeling quite sleepy and was still very confused what any of this was about, but videos weren’t so bad.
And so all the girls had looked at a screen set into one of those soft, padded walls and the screen had blinked and then flashed and then started to explain it to them. Not that they could remember, really. Not that it mattered.
The screens were all individual ones now, one for each girl, the better to monitor their progress. It was expected that all of them would adapt to the needs of the reward programme at the same pace, but it paid to be sure with things like this. The girls needed to be perfect for the programme.
Each girl’s collar had a leash attached, and each leash had been clipped just below the screen they were helplessly staring at. The leashes hung, limp. None of the girls were trying to get away.
Obviously, none of the girls noticed the two men coming into the room. One was the man who had led them here in the first place, the other was his immediate superior. The first man showed the second some readouts and some progress reports and other important but tedious details, and then the pair of them went to have a proper look at the girls.
“Coming along very quickly,” the second man said, proudly. The first man nodded.
“Psychological profiling the company did showed us these girls would be especially receptive. So far, they are.”
An especially loud groan from along the line of girls caught their attention.
“And who’s this?” The second man asked, arriving at the source. The girl was panting heavier than the others, eyes still fixed ahead but not quite as peaceful. The leash clinked against the collar as she shivered.
“This was Anna, but she’s going to be designated number three.”
“Number three?”
“You can get attached to a number, but not as easily as a name.”
“Alright. And how is number three doing?”
“To be honest, we’re having the tiniest trouble with Number three. None of the others really resisted at all and slipped right under. She isn’t resisting the programming, but it isn’t taking as easily as it is with the other girls. Watch.”
And he reached in past her and unclipped the leash from under the screen and gave it a tug towards himself. Anna, obeying the instructions already deeply-drilled into her head, turned to him, knelt up, and put her hands behind her back and spread her knees apart. Not fast enough, though. Her head was swaying.
“See the hesitation?” The first man asked.
“Not very big.”
“There shouldn’t be any. We made sure to pick the girls very specifically for this. Anomalies happen though. It’s why they get individual conditioning, so we can correct for it. I’m not concerned though, watch. Three, stand, Follow.”
Anna obeyed. Wobbly on her feet, sluggish, but she still obeyed. She stood and she followed the man as she walked to one end of the room and then to the other, past all the other girls, and with the other man watching. There was a slight stiffness to her walk, and once or twice she blinked and seemed to try and focus, only for it slip away again. She mouthed something, but it was silent.
Even when the man put a hand between her legs. Even when he slipped a finger in, then two. She moaned of course, and stood still for him, but there was still something there. For one moment she even tried to meet his eyes. She couldn’t, but she tried.
“Three, kneel,” the man said, arriving back where he started. Anna dropped back to her knees and resumed the same position as before, docile as anything, blank and obedient. But not quite right. It was more obvious now.
“I see it,” the second man said.
“Don’t worry, we’ll fix it, up her dosage and maybe give her a little extra conditioning until she’s the same level as the others. They’ll all be ready in time for the launch.”
“Excellent.”
It wasn’t very far away, after all, and they had promises to keep.
-
The deadline for the launch approached.
The other girls were already in a limited trial-run of the reward programme, presently being handled by testers. Their obedience was absolute, their old minds gone. The testing was mostly to see if there were any unintended side-effects or contradictions in the new commands that had been laid over the girls they had been before.
There was a testing area set up, a facsimile of a typical office floor - desks, partitions, plastic plants, whatever. The testers would take the girls by the leash and lead them around and put them through the paces they might be expected to face when the programme started. Getting their leashes clipped to desks to be blank and obedient cockwarmers for whoever was sitting there. Getting bent forward over desks and fucked. Getting bent backwards over desks and fucked. Getting told to kneel and play while the man holding the leash did something else.
All the girls performed perfectly. Mindlessly. Eagerly.
Anna, however, was still holding on. Barely. And so she was receiving specialised treatment. Gagged and blindfolded they’d largely done away with the screens and were now focused on audio reinforcement - a synthesised copy of her own voice, repeating the words they knew were now filling her head:
-do not resist do not disobey the man holding the leash is master your owner you will comply you will obey feels good to obey cannot resist obey the leash obey master owner sir he holds the leash he controls you he commands you obey no thoughts just the leash do not resist do not disobey-
Her brain was mush. Any idea of who she was or what was happening had gone days ago. If she’d tried to speak, she wouldn’t have been able to. Constantly wet, constantly horny, she was barely recognisable as the girl who’d been called to that meeting however many days ago with the others.
But she was holding on by the tiniest, tiniest thread. She couldn’t understand why. She wasn’t even really aware she was. There was just something stopping her from finally giving in and accepting only the conditioning and nothing else. It made her squirm and wriggle, which was why they’d had to strap her down like they had.
The man who’d introduced all the girls at the start watching her, frowning. He turned to the man beside him, holding a tablet.
“Layer in secondary conditioning,” he said. The man nodded and tapped a few things and a second later Anna groaned again and strained briefly against the straps before falling limp again and settling into low, helpless moaning. Other words now filled her ears as well, alongside and around the words that had been there before. She couldn’t shut it out.
He had to admit, despite her being a problem he was starting to get a little fond of Anna. The other girls had folded so easily and been wiped clearly with so few issues it had been hard to form any sort of attachment. All the special attention she’d needed meant that he’d spent a lot of time with her. He’d used her a lot too, obviously - it was part of the process - but he realised he’d become personally invested in making sure she was a good fit for the programme. Her resistance was a concern for him.
They’d tried her in the testing area with the other girls and she’d started out promising, but she’d quickly shown signs that her conditioning wasn’t fully settled in. She’d even tried to speak to the tester holding her leash. It was why she was where she was now. If problems persisted, well…
Before he could consider what the last-ditch options for Anna might be, an assistant came up to him.
“Yes?”
“We got the wrong girl,” the assistant said. The first man blinked, and tore his eyes away from Anna to look at them.
“We did?” He asked, looking at the files the assistant was shoving in his direction. Both for girls named Anna. One was his, the one he’d got so fond of. The other was another, different Anna.
“Both called Anna, similar surnames,” the assistant said, a little sheepishly. The first man shrugged and handed the files back. Oh well.
“These things happen. Got the other one?” He asked.
“Oh yes, she’s going through induction now.”
The first man nodded. He was watching Anna again.
“One more never hurt. We were thinking of expanding the reward programme anyway.”
“Already?”
Given it hadn’t actually started yet. The first man shrugged again.
“Demand’s been high. Just planning ahead.”
-
The leash was taut, wound around his fist. Anna was on all fours. Her head was pulled back, mouth wide, eyes rolled to the whites. Her cunt squeezed around him as he came even as she didn’t, milking every last drop deep into her. Both of them stayed like that a second, though it felt a lot longer, and then he grunted and relaxed, letting the leash down and letting her head drop. He pulled out. Anna stayed in place.
The man, the first man, the man who’d taken a shine to her, gave the leash a light tug.
“Three. Clean.”
Immediately she turned around and took him into her mouth, cleaning himself and herself off of his cock. She was so eager he could have sworn she was trying to get him ready to go again.
She was still a good girl - a very good girl, in fact - but she wasn’t quite good enough for the programme. She’d do as she was told but she wouldn’t do it to the standards the programme called for, or so they’d said. All that had been done to her couldn’t be undone though, so she’d just been sent home with him. Not strictly the formal way of dealing with it, but no-one minded. Anna certainly didn’t.
Or number three, rather.
When he felt she’d done enough (and she would have kept going) he told her to stop and to reset, which had her kneeling again on the bed, back in position, eyes front, chest out. Default position.
He thought he’d try something.
“Anna?”
Nothing.
“Anna?”
Not a twitch. He snapped his fingers in front of her face. Still nothing.
“Three?”
Her ears pricked and she knelt up a little straighter, eyes still blank and ahead but clearly ready.
He wondered whether he should tell someone about this. They’d given her to him on the assumption that she was a lost cause beyond proper conditioning. Was this a sign that maybe she wasn’t? That she could actually be finished and be put into the programme - just like the other, actual Anna had? Should he take her back in again?
The tiniest flicker of something moving caught his eye and he looked down. He saw a thin trickle of moisture running down the inside of her leg as she knelt there, trembling. He saw a drop fall from between her legs and land on the tiny (but growing) damp patch on the bed that hadn’t been there before she’d started kneeling there.
He decided no, he wouldn’t tell anyone. It was probably nothing anyway.
Practice. The suction cup of her dildo makes a silly sound as she sticks it to the bedroom wall. Tying her hair into a quick ponytail, the girl drops to her knees. Her face nuzzles against the cock. She runs her tongue along the bottom and teases the head. Carefully rehearsed movements are executed perfectly on the silicone toy. Burying the cock in her throat, the girl takes pride in her hard work and dedication.
Finishing her practice session, she wipes off her chin. The dildo is washed and put away. She goes out for groceries. Her handsome neighbour waves to her. Too shy to say hello, the girl gives him an awkward nod. Maybe one day. She walks past the sex shop where she got her toy. Someday soon. Returning home with the same food she buys every time, the girl watches a video as she eats. Playing with a fidget toy, she takes mental notes as the woman on the screen gives a sloppy blowjob.
Her lips hold tight on the head. Her hand strokes up and down the shaft. Holding out her tongue, she slaps it against her mouth. I wonder if a real guy would’ve cum by now. When she first started practicing, her jaw would get sore quickly. Now she’s confident that she could last long enough. I wonder what it would taste like. She pulls her lips off the cock with a satisfying pop. I think I’m ready.
The neighbour greets her with a friendly smile. The girl returns a dull stare and a nervous wave. Soon. I just need a little bit more practice. Today, she stops outside the sex shop. A deep breath and a flutter of her hands, and she steps inside. Approaching the woman at the counter, she asks to use the back room.
“Someone’ll be by soon. Have fun!” The door closes. Left alone in the tiny room, the girl surveys her surroundings. A TV for watching porn. A kneepad on the floor. A waist-high hole in the wall. She squirms with excitement. Time to see if her hours of practice have paid off. Tying her hair into a ponytail, she waits.
Faint noises. The girl leaps. She hears him clear his throat. The unbuckling of a belt. A relaxed sigh. A half-hard cock appears, popping through the through the gloryhole. Stepping closer, her heartbeat increases. It’s finally happening. She kneels. The stranger’s cock is inches from her face. Her fingers wrap around it. It’s warm. The cock starts to swell in her hand.
Just like in her favourite movies, the girl starts by stroking it. It gets harder as her grip tightens. She rubs it against her face. The man grunts. Her tongue works along the shaft. The man groans. I can’t wait any longer. The girl’s nose touches the wall as she thrusts the cock into her mouth. Fuck, it tastes good. She thinks. “Fuck, that feels good.” He moans.
The girl bobs her head, stroking everything as her lips work the cock. I need to slow down. Let it build. Back to licking the shaft, she can’t help but smack it against her face. Her tight grip quickens, pushing her thumb up under the tip. A droplet of precum appears. She greedily licks it up, letting her tongue press into the man’s foreskin. Forgetting to pace herself, the girl’s lips reach the base of his cock. The next drop of precum dribbles down her throat.
“Fuck me, you’re a good cocksucker.” His compliment fills her stomach with butterflies. She fills her cheeks with dick. The girl doesn’t reply. The stranger feels her thanking him by pumping his cock in and out of her mouth. Faster and faster, the man’s cock starts to twitch. His gasps become louder. Drool runs down her chin, dripping onto the kneepad. The girl’s eyes water as she facefucks herself.
The stranger lets out a long groan. Her nostrils flare, not letting go of her death-grip suction on his cock. It twitches in her throat. The girl swallows once. Pulling back slightly, her lips rest around the man’s head. Still cumming, his semen floods across her tongue. It tastes bitter, thick and sticky. Inhaling deeply, she savours the taste of her first load. Pushing forward, the girl keeps sucking.
His grunting sounds more sharp and violent. The mix of cum and spit makes bubbles, leaking out of her mouth as she bobs her head on his cock. Even as it softens slightly, the girl doesn’t let go. She doesn’t know when to stop. Cum drips onto the kneepad. “…oh, fuck…” The man mumbles. Picking up her pace, the man slowly starts to harden again. The girl listens to his sounds. As he approaches his second climax, she pops her sloppy mouth off his dick. His cum splatters across her grinning face.
Hours later, the shopkeeper knocks on the door. The store is closing. Wiping herself clean, she thanks the woman before scurrying off into the night. Arriving home, her hands flit around as she dances about her apartment. She stops in front of the dildo still stuck against her bedroom wall. The girl gives it a kiss and a giggle.
“I was starting to think you hated me, or something.” Sitting in her neighbour’s kitchen, the man boils water for tea. The girl blushes and avoids eye contact. “Sorry, I’m just really shy…” He fills the teapot as she puts her hair into a ponytail. Her neighbour fetches two mugs from the cupboard. When he turns around, the girl is kneeling in front of him. He exhales, carefully putting down the cups as she undoes his belt.
very normal thinking abt cock twitching and pulsing while their balls tighten n flex from pumping load after load deep inside. very normal thinking abt them groaning while they give me a creampie they can’t resist fucking in deeper. very normal thinking abt feeling sore and stretched when they finally pull out and a string of their cum connects from their fat tip to my poor abused hole cause their cock still doesn’t wanna let go. yup very normal
Mouth hanging ever-so-slightly agape. That happens when she's doing this. There's a string of drool stretching down from her chin.
Stretching. Drops.
Drips into the puddle already there between her legs. Mostly drool.
Mostly.
The brainwashing is daily. To help fix some bad habits and to help introduce some new, better ones. She can't remember any of that, obviously. As far as she's concerned nothing has changed at all. She's always loved sucking cock. She's always dropped to her knees on command. She was always like this. This is just normal.
And of course it is. Now.
Good girls accept their brainwashing of course, whether or not they believe in it, and so she listens every day, putting the headphones on and kneeling and very quickly just zoning out completely. After an hour or two he usually comes and takes them off and a few minutes later she gives an especially big blink and looks around and wonders what happened.
Usually. Today though he came in a little early.
He waves a hand in front of her face, but there's nothing. She's gone. He even taps her nose but all it does is make another drip of drool fall sooner than it would have. She is very gone. This is good.
He pulls down his flies. Still nothing. Only when he rests the head of his cock on her bottom lip does she respond. Her mouth opens, she groans, but her eyes are still empty. She groans deeper as she slips in.
Brainwashing and cock fill her head. The only things in her head right then: the words in her ears and him. She can't think about it, obviously, but if she could she'd know it was perfect. Nothing else mattered. Nothing else could matter.
The groaning is constant. The drooling is so much worse. She's sucking as a reflex but really he's just fucking her face, hands on her head pulling her down to meet him as he thrusts. Using her to get off. The voices in her ears and in her mind tell her this is good, this is what she's for, that she needs this, that she wants this. She has to listen. It's not her choice. It makes her better.
He finishes down her throat, holding her head in places. Her throat works and works as he empties into her belly, pulling out to wipe himself across her face. A pat on the head for her and then he leaves her for a bit longer. More brainwashing never hurt a girl, after all.
Ok so this porn clip has just . Changed me. Idk why. But. God. The fact she’s clearly signaling to breathe but he’s so close he just ignores her. The hand between her legs. His sounds. Her sounds. It’s been two days and I can’t stop thinking abt it
I really love to see her struggle when my cock is buried deep in her throat. Just holding her tight and rooting for her “Yes baby, you can do it. Just a little more.” The sight of her eyes rolling back in her head due to lack of breath, her tapping my legs to give her a life back. Mmmm. Yes, just last inch baby. Almost there. Fuck I wanna keep it like that and might cumm with the way you look. Oh damn, I gotta let you breathe so I can enjoy taking it away again and again.
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