Zack was pretty sure Josie didn't even realize she was whining, but he sure did. He could hear her soft, keening whimper even before he walked into the room, telling him everything he needed to know about the young woman's mental state and the progress he was making in brainwashing her into his second live-in fucktoy, and the sight of her mostly naked body on the couch was mere confirmation of her steady descent into degradation. She was openly fucking herself with one of Marta's dildos, and the expression on her face when she saw him wasn't shock or mortification but a petulant desire to get the release she so badly craved.
He didn't give it to her. Instead, Zack plopped himself down on the couch next to Josie, running his fingers through her Manic Panic red hair before finally letting them come to rest on her bare breast and murmuring, "And how are we doing this fine Saturday morning?" It was actually Tuesday by this point, but Josie didn't know the difference anymore--every screen in the apartment played nothing but a soft hypnotic spiral that tugged her vacant brain into compliance, and Marta kept unplugging her phone whenever she got distracted so it had long ago run its battery down to nothing. The closest she came to understanding time was the vague, confused notion that she would leave once she finally got her rocks off, and she was already too dumb to understand just how impossible that was with the hypnotic blocks preventing her from cumming.
She understood on a subconscious level, though, which was why she was paying Zack such close attention; she hadn't quite collapsed into a submissive need to please him yet, although he could tell that she was so close she could almost taste it, but she knew deep down that she needed his permission to cum. When she muttered, "Horny," a tiny trace of a pout shading her voice, Zack could tell she was only barely holding back a whimpered plea to give her the orgasm that was by now her sole and desperate desire. It might have been pride, or it might have been some kind of fuzzy awareness that begging would mark the point of no return for her conditioning, but none of that mattered to Zack. Josie's resistance was water circling a drain now, and it was always inevitable where it would wind up.
She kept pumping the toy in and out of her slick, hungry cunt while Zack watched, modesty and shame fully eroded by four straight days of hypnosis and edging, and Zack gave her a warm, condescending smile as he purred, "Well, of course you are, sweetie. Good girls are always horny." He could actually see Josie's lips twitching as she began to instinctively form the words, and he knew then that he was right about her doomed efforts at resistance--she understood what he was doing to her, she realized she was too far gone to do anything as drastic as getting her clothes on and leaving the apartment, but she was holding on to her last tatters of willpower in a faint and futile hope that something might change if she did. Which was downright adorable, and made Zack's prick incredibly hard.
Marta noticed, of course, because she always noticed when his dick needed some attention, and she darted over to the couch to kneel between his legs and nuzzle his erection through his briefs. Seeing the look of absolute longing on Josie's face made him even harder, and Zack's thoughts drifted to a fantasy of finding a woman who tried even harder to resist next time as a pair of warm, wet lips engulfed his straining cock.
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