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Following Tradition

Kashi came into the common area to find Steffy sitting on the couch with her alabaster legs spread wide and her fingers buried in her cunt, masturbating furiously as she stared at the television with dull, heavy-lidded eyes and mumbled mantras of obedience through slack and drooling lips. There was a brief moment when the Indian exchange student struggled to recognize this as something strange or even just out of the ordinary, but the throbbing drone coming from the speakers was already wrapping itself around her usually sharp mind and within seconds she’d dismissed it as just part of the routine. Lots of the young women at this sorority played with their pussies in the common room. It was… it was tradition. Kashi didn’t want to go against tradition.

She stood there for a long moment, watching the pretty blonde with a furrowed brow as she attempted to remember what she’d come in here for in the first place. It wasn’t to study–Kashi usually went to the library for that, because the atmosphere in the common room could get a little intense with all the masturbating women and it made it somewhat difficult to concentrate. It wasn’t to socialize, either; as much as Kashi had been pleasantly surprised by the way she was welcomed and indeed actively courted by a sorority, one of the last bastions of white privilege on campus, she didn’t do much talking when she was here. Neither did the other gir… the other women. They, uhh, they all wound up like Steffy after a few minutes. It wasn’t conducive to conversation.

Kashi’s mind spiraled around the inevitable for a few more moments, struggling to think of errands she might have been planning to run that would have taken her through the common room, but that low, buzzing hum and the sound of Steffy’s fingers sloshing in and out of her slick cunt kept getting inside her head and making her thoughts soften and melt like warm chocolate until she finally decided to take a seat next to Steffy on the couch and get comfortable. And once Kashi’s eyes locked onto the screen, of course a subtle and inescapable conviction took over her mind, inch by inch, until she couldn’t think why she’d ever been confused. She was there to rub herself. She was there to program herself. She was there to be a good girl like Steffy and it felt so nice. Kashi took a deep, heady breath of Steffy’s pussy scent and allowed her hand to drift down to the crotch of her jean shorts.

Time went hazy after that. Steffy finished her programming cycle after about another hour, cumming hard and gasping her mantras before departing with a bright, cheerful smile that clearly retained no conscious memory of her masturbatory interlude. Candace and Josie came in, taking in Kashi’s mindless stare and the obvious wet spot on her shorts with a moment of bewilderment before they, too, developed the same vacant expression Kashi wore and sat down next to her in the wet spot Steffy left behind to finger themselves to the beautiful lights on the screen. Another couple of girls drifted in, filling up the couch until bare thigh pressed against bare thigh, as the sorority joined together in their favorite tradition.

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From the Neck Up... Probably

Cindy wasn’t going to show them anything. No matter how much fun it was to get her guy friends all horny by pretending their ‘Spiralizer’ app had really worked and she was really being turned into their dumb brainwashed slut, she had no intention of going so far as taking pictures her actual naked body and sending them to her. That was… that would be… well, the Internet was forever, they said, and even though of course she trusted Cole and the boys, Cindy knew those photos could get out. And then men everywhere might see her soft breasts, her pale pink nipples, her fingers rubbing her soaking cunt while she let her face contort into the perfect expression of ahegao bliss… it would be a mistake, even if it did sound kind of hot right now.

No, all the boys would get was pictures of Cindy’s face, her tongue sticking out as far as it would go and her eyes crossed in an expression of vacant stupefaction. She was standing naked in front of her bathroom mirror to, um, to get in character, that was all. If they were going to believe that this stupid Spiralizer thing was really working, and she was getting dumber and deeper and wetter and weaker every day for them, then she had to start by really developing the headspace of a vapid brainwashed sex kitten with a horny pussy and an empty mind. Relentlessly edging her cunt every chance she got made that ahegao look so much more convincing, and even though the camera never dipped below her collarbone Cindy felt certain that there was a difference between pretending to be naked and actually being naked for the guys. God, Cole was going to love this one.

Her thoughts kept turning back to Cole as she skated her fingertip over her swollen, protruding clit again and again and captured image after image of her drooling mouth and crossed eyes. It wasn’t like she didn’t like the other guys… a lot, Cindy admitted to herself, her mind momentarily flashing to her favorite fantasy of getting gangbanged by all five of them at once until her cunt dripped with their mingled jizz and her face and chest were splattered with semen… it was just that, well, Cole was the one who showed her the Spiralizer app. He was the one who told her to install it on her own phone so she could keep brainwashing herself deeper into his control. And that was, um, she, uhh, she found that hot for some reason. Even though of course it didn’t work.

In a weird way, though, Cindy kind of wished it had. More and more, her fantasies revolved around getting turned into a mindlessly oblivious slut, a giggly airhead so thoroughly dumb and horny that she didn’t even notice how conditioned to obey she was becoming. She loved the notion of sinking into the Spiralizer’s hypnotic power every time she edged, making herself dumber and deeper and wetter and weaker for the boys, until one of these times her thumb 'slipped’ while taking photos and they got a picture of Cindy masturbating in front of the mirror while she thought she was only showing them her ahegao face. God, that would be so hot. Cole would… Cole would love that. He might even love it enough to let her cum.

Cindy snapped a few more pictures. She sent them to the group chat without even looking at them. Then she wandered back to her bed to edge some more.

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The Strangest Dream

“Honey? Honey, wake up. You–honey, you need to wake up now.”

Whzzmmm?

“You were humping in your sleep again. I found you riding one of the pillows.”

Oh god. I’m so sorry, I don’t even–

“Ssh. Shh. It’s okay. It’s okay. Do you remember what you were dreaming about?”

I… I had this dream that you were a… god, this sounds so stupid… you were an evil hypnotist. Like, out of a cartoon or something. And you, um, you found me in the supermarket, and you….

“Hey. Hey, look at me. Look right here at me. It’s okay. You can tell me anything you need to.”

Um. Okay. In my dream, you–you hypnotized me right there in the supermarket. You made it sound, like, casual, like you were just talking, but something in the words you used and the way you talked made me all sleepy and suggestible and I just sort of walked away from my shopping cart and got into your car. And you took me home with you, and, um, like, you did stuff. To my brain. You made me wet and horny all the time and you made me forget how to cum and–and I–

“It’s okay, babe. You can say it. I’m not mad.”

I, it’s just–I was so horny all the time, in my dream, and I wanted to cum so bad, I was just constantly messing with my pussy and grinding on stuff and getting all, like, dumberer the wetter I got. And I knew I needed to cum, I knew if I only came without asking you first I could break your hypno spell, but I was… I was too dumb. I couldn’t escape. I couldn’t cum. I could only lie there, rubbing myself and getting weaker, needing you for all my… um… m-my….

“Yes, sweetie?”

My cummies. Master.

“Oh, that sounds like such a scary dream, sweetie! Don’t worry. Cummies aren’t really real. It was just a silly dream you had. But now you’re awake, and you know the only true pleasure comes from obedience, don’t you? Yes, that’s right. Now come here and put your pretty mouth around my cock and I’ll tell you all about what real girls do for their Masters… that’s it. Good girl. Good girl.”

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The New Demo Bottom

“And so as you can see here, the key to truly unbreakable conditioning is helplessness and sensory overload. Our subject has been in the stocks for approximately an hour now, plenty of time for her to work out all her pent-up aggression against the extremely unyielding iron frame, and by now her muscles are pretty much exhausted from the predicament position. As is any delusional conviction that she can possibly escape.” Sammi tried to focus on the sound of the voice, on its bland and neutral description of her inevitable subjugation, but it was no good. Her cunt was absolutely on fire, sending hot shocks of tingling sensation all through her body until her toes curled with the force of it and making it utterly impossible to concentrate on anything else.

“We then turn on the lights in the room, overwhelming her with sudden visual stimuli–in subjects that we’ve evaluated to have an extremely high potential for resistance, we’ll use a virtual reality helmet to provide even more intense and potentially overpowering imagery, but we’re reasonably sure Miss Starr here won’t give us too much trouble. And besides, we want you all to see her pretty face when she realizes that the only path left to her is obedience.” Sammi heard a rippling chuckle pass through the audience, and she squirmed desperately in the iron frame at the realization that there were close to a dozen people watching her naked and vulnerable body like this. She tried to look for them, but that part of the room was dimly lit and anyway, her eyes wouldn’t focus properly anymore with everything happening to her.

“And before the subject can fully process what’s going on, we begin using the riding crop on her exposed labia. As you can see, the goal isn’t so much force as it is haste–we don’t want to give her any time to process or anticipate what’s happening to her. A good metric is three to four smacks per second, delivered to different areas to keep the subject from becoming accustomed to the sensation–you’ll know you’re doing it right when she begins to shudder uncontrollably in her restraints.” Oh god. Oh god, they were talking about her. They were talking about her like she wasn’t even there, like she was nothing but a piece of f-fuckmeat for them to use and not a person at all, and… and why did that make her so wet? Why was she cumming so hard that her tits were bouncing underneath her to something so degrading and depersonalizing? Sammi’s eyes went distant as she retreated ever deeper inside herself.

“Now you might think that we’d initiate conditioning at some point, and in this case the subject will doubtless pick up some of our intended programming simply through the act of listening to this lecture, but generally the first session isn’t about direct brainwashing at all. It’s simply about overloading their brain and training them out of the habit of thinking for themselves. We’re just going to punish this poor darling’s cunt until she goes into a fugue state and passes out entirely, and in all probability we’ll do it again when she wakes up. Until she no longer attempts to initiate cognition, even reflexively. Until she accepts her place as a mindless vessel for sensation. That, my wonderful friends, is when true obedience can begin.” Sammi heard herself wail in helpless, desperate pleasure as she accepted this bleak new vision of her future and orgasmed herself into oblivion.

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