r/mindcontrolstories

Part 1

Krystal approached the Wizard's Tower, dismounting her horse, strapping her pack to her back and approaching the door of the tower. Her anger at the wizard and his injustice had cooled slightly on the four day journey to the tower, but now that she was here, her temper was returning, boiling as she determined to end his villainy. She charged up towards the door of the tower and pounded with her mailed fist. Her other hand clenched and unclenched itching to draw her sword.

A few moments later the door creaked open, Lora was on the other side hair matching the Knight's in color, though shorter. She still wore her serving uniform, chest on display, though that was a common fashion, not inherently evidence of this Marek's misdeeds. "Can I help you ... my Lady?" Lora added the title a little late as if only then deciding what the Knight must be.

"I come to demand your freedom, and that of all wrongfully held here for evil and debauchery!" Krystal stated clear and proud. Lora's face scrunched up as if confused. "I don't know what you mean, but I suppose I should ring for the Master of the Tower. You may enter the foyer, fair Knight." Lora spoke the words Marek had instructed of her, her ensorcelled brain struggling to reconcile Krystal's words. Was she wrongfully held here? She thought she might be ... but every time she was given an order she truly did want to obey it. A thick rope ending in a fringed tassel hung from the ceiling. Lora pulled it twice and a distant bell rang. Krystal paced in the foyer furiously, stopping only when Marek arrived.

Marek stepped through a doorway in his blue and orange wizard's robes. He was tall and slender with close cut hair and and a sharp goatee. "We have a guest?" He spoke in a pleasant easy voice, one Lora barely recognized, though she would never have said so aloud.

Lora gestured at Krystal who began to rant about being told of the captive women in the tower by one of his former prisoners and demanding their release. Marek blanched, taking a step back from the knight. "Prisoners? Why, I have no idea what you mean!" Krystal scoffed and started in on some of the stories Meredith had told her. Marek held up his hands in a peaceful gesture. "Surely fair Lady I understand your noble goal, but I must say I have been maligned! True, my staff in the tower is mostly female, but there are no prisoners or debauchery. Lora, wouldn't you say that I only have you do things you want to do?" The both of them looked at the chambermaid who seemed slightly startled to be the center of attention. "Ayuh," she agreed. "I always am wanting to perform my duties," she said knowing it was both the truth and misleading.

"Surely you don't think she would contradict you in your presence, clearly she is intimidated by-" Krystal began, but Marek congenially cut her off. "Of course you would take her words with suspicion. Here, allow me?" he asked as he walked past Krystal and opened a door. The Knight could see stairs leading up. "Fair Knight, clearly you must have satisfaction. Please, inspect my tower. These stairs end on the second floor. Your will need to cross the floor to find stairs to the next level, and so forth. It is the long way through the tower, but will allow you to inspect it all. The top floor of the tower is my private study. When you arrive there, we will chat and I promise you we will resolve issues to your ... satisfaction."

"What about the dungeon I have heard of?" Marek looked taken aback. "There is no such place! We have a small cellar for storage but that is all. Lora will show you before you climb if you like..."

Marek allowed his eyes to squint slightly as Lora took Krystal down the stairs to the root cellar, avoiding the staircase to the dungeon. He was prepared, but didn't like the Knight's skepticism and insistence on going down below ground level. He wiped the annoyance from his face when he heard them returning. He was pleased to see a look of at least some doubt on the Knight's face at seeing a basement that was not a dungeon. Certainly she took the opportunity to question Lora as well, though Marek knew she would eagerly say only what she had been permitted to. "Please fair Knight. Ascend my tower. I will reach the study by magical means and greet you when you arrive. I do have a few matters to attend to in the meantime though."

Marek began to leave, and then turned back. "Oh, and let me give you this," he said holding out a purple amulet which Krystal took. "This *is* a wizard's tower and some of my experiments may be at least slightly dangerous. But if you hold the amulet and say my name aloud, nothing will be able to harm you."

Marek then retreated into a separate room, and Krystal stepped through the doorway, climbing the stairs as the door shut behind her on its own.

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Krystal began to climb the stone staircase as it wound one turn around and abruptly ended in a door that had the number 2 carved on it. She briefly wondered how many floors there were of the tower and what experiments the foul wizard would perform, and opened the door stepping onto the second floor.

Her jaw dropped as she entered floor that was clearly impossible. The door closed behind her and she could see the wall and the door, but ... there was a bright sun overhead, not a ceiling! And instead of a stone floor there was a lush carpet of grass. Plants grew, many of them bearing red, sweet-smelling flowers. Near her she could see a tree which she would have sworn was taller than the entire tower itself! "Wizards," she muttered. She looked ahead of her and could not see the other side of the tower and the opposite staircase. Clearly whatever magic allows a garden and a field to exist in the middle of a tower also allowed the level to expand and be much larger than the space allowed.

Krystal began looking for signs of the wizard's predilections, but also found herself needing to explore was she did find as well. A bright purple butterfly landed on one of the flowers, and Krystal turned her head as she saw a blur out of the corner of her eye - a rabbit scuttling under a bush. And the smells of the flowers! She inhaled deeply. It was a pleasant sweet smell, one that left her eager to linger and -- wait. "Sorcery!" she muttered, and shook her head to clear it. She looked down at her chest and saw her amulet glowing, a sign that it was actively fighting off magics. But then, this whole place was magic! The level itself must be an illusion, how was she to know what enchantment the amulet was reacting to in a wizard's tower? Still, probably best not to linger, no matter how the warm sun of the chamber, the sparkle of the butterflies flapping their wings, and the redolent smell of the flowers that infused the entire level.

Smiling that she caught what must be a trick of Marek's, she picked up her pace, following a trail into a clearing. Not lingering, but moving forward while exploring, turning her head from side to side, looking for signs of enslaved servants or any other foul craft. She was pleased that she had caught on to that trick, and felt happy as she moved forward, her smile turning into an outright grin. Her mood, which had been so dark and angry as she entered the tower lightened. She kept looking from side to side, and kept inhaling the sweet aroma. A part of her wondered about that, but she had to breathe. And surely her amulet would protect her.

It was difficult to say how long it took her to cross the level. The enchanted sun did not move across the "sky" as she walked, but Krystal felt like it must have been quite some time. After a while the turning of her head, the careful looks behind bushes became perfunctory. It was just a nice walk in the woods. Her mind drifted to thoughts of pleasant walks, carefree afternoons, things that she might have enjoyed doing with the right boy behind those bushes in her youth. The thought actually made Krystal giggle, and she felt a tingle in two particular spots under the breastplate of her armor. That tingle made her giggle some more.

She continued to move forward, vaguely wondering how big this space could be, but not worried about it. It was too pleasant to worry about. She sort of wished she was able to reach under the metal armor to touch her tingling nipples, and she giggled again at how naughty she was. She turned at some motion from the side and saw two squirrels chasing each other and then ... oh my! Even the squirrels were aroused in this lovely space.

Krystal barely explored the last half of the level, and was surprised when she suddenly found herself facing a wall with a door on it, ivy crawling up the wall, but nothing touching the door. She had quite forgotten that she was looking for an exit, and was a little sad that her trek through the tower would make her leave this level. She remembered now, why she was here, but the urgency seemed far away. This was not the tower she was expecting with frogs in jars and bubbling cauldrons. It was pleasant. Nostalgic. Krystal was much more relaxed as she opened the door and saw the next flight of stairs.

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Marek harshly spoke a word of magic and the image of Krystal in the mirror in front of him faded and returned to his own image. Her protective amulet was strong. Most would have been hypnotized by the sparkles on the butterflies' wings and fallen into a trance that would have ensnared them. The effect of the aromas too should have been much more powerful. She should have been a needy mess, unable to stop herself from just flopping on the ground to masturbate.

Still, he reconsidered, it could have been much worse. Her anger appeared to have faded. Her mood improved. Her mind opened. More receptive to what he had planned for future floors. Truly she is a worthy challenge.

And would be so worth it in the end.

Looking for a story that doesn’t necessarily have to be mind control, but influences somebody’s thoughts by making them more horny, or having an aphrodisiac effect to the point where they can’t control themselves.

Any ideas?

Is there a website where I can search multiple tags at once? Read Only Mind, doesn't search a story that has all the tags that I search, instead stories that have at least one of them. Is there a website that does? (I'm not sure what flair to put)

Aaaaaah.

Marek sighed as he felt Angelica's tongue swirl around his cock. He had his hands laced behind his head, resting on the headboard of his large bed. Looking down the bed he could see Angelica's long wavy red hair and little else. Her hair was bright like flame, and there was so much of it it covered everything like a tent. He could see her porcelain arms and hands rubbing his hips and thighs, but his cock was completely swallowed by her head, which was fully obscured by her glorious hair, letting him only see how fast she rose and fell how deep she would take him. Oh, she was indeed good at this.

Knock knock knock.

Marek frowned at the interruption. Only Lora would ever knock on the door to his private chambers without being summoned, and she knew better than to do so when he was ... entertaining himself. There were only certain conditions in which she would do so, and Marek was quite certain Lora would never dare to step outside of his instructions. Quite certain.

"Enter!" he cried out, and the door swung inward, Lora softly padding into the room. He looked at her - honey colored hair and large breasts heaving over her corset that kept her waist slim. The top of her frock was off her shoulders, her waist cinched and bust lifted by the corset, and then the hem of the dress stopping above her knees so he could catch glimpses of her shapely thighs if she moved to quickly ... or if he commanded her to show more of course. Angelica, for her part, continued at her task, not stopping for even a moment. Was she even aware that Lora had entered the room? Marek was not certain.

Lora padded toward the foot of the bed and stopped, gaze on the floor out of training, not embarrassment, and remained silent through Marek's gasps and moans until he uttered "Report."

Lora now looked up, eyes finding Marek's face. "I am sorry to disturb you, my Lord, but there is a Knight approaching the tower." Marek raised a dark eyebrow. "A knight? Or The Knight?" he asked carefully. Lora flushed, aware that this was an important question. One that might result in her punishment - or worse yet, temporary demotion - if she got wrong. "I - I admit, my Lord, that I cannot be completely certain, as they are still far away. But I - I believe that I saw the long hair fluttering behind as they rode. I am confident it must be the Knight. I - I would never have interrupted you in your chambers if I did not believe it to be so, my Lord."

Marek frowned. He had wondered for some time if the Knight would come, but the timing was most inconvenient. Still, if they were far enough away that Lora could not be certain of their identity there was clearly some time left. "Very well, Lora. You may leave." He waved his hand and she left, dismissed, closing the door behind her. Then he looked down at the mop of red hair on his chest and groin. "Twenty." He spoke in a clear voice. "Nineteen ... Eighteen." Angelica sped up her pace and tightened her lips, knowing that if Marek reached zero before cumming, she would be punished. Her tongue pressed harder and she dove further onto him as she heard him say "Twelve. Eleven." Then, Marek brought a hand to his chin an stroked his angular beard. He thought of the Knight and smiled, mischievous ideas in his head. "Ten. Zero," he said, skipping the last set of numbers to Angelica's horror, though she continued her job. The fact that she was to be punished does not allow her to stop before her Lord and Master had an orgasm.

Maybe 5 seconds later Marek grunted and came, pulsing into Angelica's open mouth. A few seconds later, he pushed her off of him. "To the dungeon. You will stand in the alcove inside the door until I arrive for your punishment. I will likely be awhile. You will not sit, kneel, lean against the wall or speak until I arrive. Understood?" Angelica looked at him. She opened her mouth as if say 'yes' when she remembered than she could no longer speak. In fact, she didn't even want to speak. Every fiber of her being longed to remain silent, to wait in the dungeon alcove, no matter how tired her feet or legs became. She would wait for days for him if need be. She would never stop wanting to obey his command - not until there was a new one. Angelica brushed her red hair behind her bare shoulders and nodded her cum covered face. Then, she turned and left, walking naked down the stairs to the dungeon. Marek had not told her to dress.

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It was a week earlier that the woman arrived at Krystal's home. "Please fair Knight! Please help me and my fellows! Please! I was only barely able to escape!" She was bedraggled, soaking wet in the rain, shivering. Her dress looked like it had once been fine, but was now dirty, stained with a mix of mud and blood. Krystal took her in and sat her by the fire, to which Krystal added an extra log. She found a clean rag and dipped it in water, sitting across from the woman, and patiently uncovering her face through the layers of grime. She paused as the woman took a sip from the mug of hot tea Krystal had given her, and ripped a hunk off of the round of bread and chewed it, and then continued. As Krystal cleaned up the woman, she realized that the woman was quite striking, or had been until recently. Raven haired, the woman had dark piercing eyes. Krystal judged that the woman had seem thirty odd winters. Perhaps forty. The lines on her face suggested she was no youth, but Krystal still suspected that until the ravages of this recent journey the woman was probably quite good looking.

"Tell me, woman. Where have you come from? What help is it that you and your fellows need?"

The woman shivered and opened her mouth several times before words finally came out. "There is a wizard. An enchanter! He ... he ensorcelled me! For years all I could do was his bidding! All I wanted to do was obey, no matter how terrible the command! I do not know his secrets, but he selects women from the village near his tower. Any woman he wants, and the villagers do not resist, even when he requests their wives or daughters. He ... he must have some hold over the entire town!" Krystal looked at her, eyes narrowing and lips pursing with a smoldering rage at the injustice being described. "Once he took me to the tower, I ... I still struggle to speak of it. For years his sorcery held me rapt. When he commanded something of me, I would not just do it but ... I would try my hardest to do it perfectly, the best I could! Whether it was cooking or cleaning in the tower, mucking the stables, or ... satisfying his ... prurient desires." The woman's voice faded quieter as she mentioned this.

"This is an outrage! He ... used you?" The woman nodded. "In any way he wished. Sometimes in the usual fashion, sometimes ... more exotically. And if I every failed to please him perfectly, either sexually or in any chore or command, it would be a trip to the dungeon." The woman shivered again at the mere mention. "Even there I would always be dedicated to obeying but ... it was difficult. And painful."

Krystal's scowl deepened. "How did you escape?"

"I know not. Over the past weeks his magic seemed to be fading in power. I don't know why. I ... I found myself able to resist his commands, though I tried hard to hide this development from him. Then, when I saw a chance, I escaped with a merchant who was delivering goods to the tower and ran as far as fast as I could. I know your reputation fair Knight! Surely you will help all those I left behind?

"Without question. You need only tell me his name, and where to find this tower of debauchery."

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Marek looked out the window of his private study in the pinnacle of his tower. He picked up a large crystal, muttered a word of magic and held it to his eye. Suddenly the small figure in the distance looked to him as if just in front of him. There was no mistaking that it was the Knight, Krystal, on her way to his tower. He could see her honey-colored hair flowing in the wind behind her as her horse galloped. With the aid of his spell he could see the line of her jaw, the freckles high upon her cheek, her bright blue eyes.

Marek felt a stirring as he looked at her face. He had first met her a year ago, though she did not know that. A year and a half ago a neighboring Baron had asked her to look into some unusual disappearances in the Barony. Krystal ultimately found a cave of ogres nearby and some suitable looking remains. It was annoying to Marek that her investigation had been thorough enough that she uncovered his ogre cave and the bones Marek planted there. It was more annoying that he needed to leave that Barony alone after that, lest it be realized that the ogres were not to blame. The village near his tower was fine, but the Barony offered a wider variety of women that he could bring into his service.

Then, a few months later, she was tasked (by the Prince himself no less!) to explore a gem mine that had been lost. Of course, it was Marek that had taken over the mine, having his underlings continue operations but take the spoils, on the lookout for gems particularly useful to Marek. Amethyst in particular is most useful in enchantment spells. This time, Marek wanted to know more about this Knight that was getting in his way for a second time. So Marek used an illusion to change his appearance and introduced himself to Krystal as "Ramazar", an adventuring mage. True, Marek's war magic was nothing compared to his enchantments, but it was serviceable. The two of them, joined by a few other men-at-arms ventured to the mine, made it through the traps that were supposed to keep them out, freed the miners, slaughtered the band of orcs that were serving as overseers, and then the Knight even dispatched the Stone Giant that Marek had placed above it all!

But as frustrating as it was to lose the mine, Marek had already profited greatly from it. The real result of that adventure was the Knight. She was strong. Noble. Brave. Fierce. And utterly, devastatingly gorgeous. Marek knew in an instant he needed to add her to his collection. He could not know such a perfect specimen was out there and not under his control. Allowing his enchantments on Meredith to slip was a stroke of genius, he thought. Allow one of his pets to overhear him talking about stories of the noble Krystal and her feats of daring. Allow her to escape his clutches dramatically. Surely the woman would seek out the Knight and convince her to end his evil ways.

And now she had arrived. She had already cost him so much, but if he was able to bring her under his spells, it would more than pay for the inconvenience. She would be the best of his collection. Favored.

Marek looked at her again through the magical gem, not just admiring her form, but assessing the Knight. Two swords. Saddlebags that looked like they would become her backpack. Plate armor. Good good. He could work with that. It offers heavy protection, but is cumbersome, uncomfortable. He began to look away and then looked back, staring at her chest. Not that there was anything alluring to see with the metal breastplate on, but there was a glint. An amulet or amber around her neck, just faintly pulsing. Marek stroked his beard.

So the Knight has an amulet of magic resistance. She did come prepared. Wise of her. Of course, many a warrior has overestimated the protections of such amulets. They could sometimes be overcome by sufficiently powerful spells. They could also be ... avoided. Perhaps Marek could not directly cast a spell on the Knight, but if his spell made a room cold, she would still feel the cold. If she drank a potion, the affects would bypass the amulet entirely. Yes, there were ways he could still ensnare her. And for such a prize as this one, it would not be satisfying if it were too easy...

Does anyone have recommendations for induction focused stories? Stories similar to Taplay's New Rival and Her Way. Preferably in school or workplace scenarios.

The cello descended and Paula’s breathing followed it closely. We weren’t aiming for perfection, not in the first session. When such a thing as perfection showed this early on it usually meant that the subject was desperate enough about their condition that I could not help them, music or not. Luckily, Paula held on to her edges. Resistance coiled behind her eyes. Tension packed itself into her right hand, her fingers curling around a weapon which was no longer there. Her gaze remained fixed on the speaker embedded in the wall. The monitor beside me traced her pulse in green. It was still a little too fast for my liking. But then again, so was my own, seeing how her breasts pushed out through the fabric of her undershirt. One could easily lose themselves in a path of a thought and unbutton her shirt rather than toy with the knobs on the monitor. All it would take would be — damn you, focus; it’s too early for such things. I lowered the cello another interval and her chest emptied of breath. Better. “Follow the piano,” I said. Three notes slipped beneath the cello. Quite little things. Almost shy you could call them. They repeated and withdrew and then returned. “I can barely hear it,” she murmured. “You hear enough — trust me.” Her jaw tightened. Oh how well. A little protest never hurt anyone. It made the eventual obedience more rewarding. It’s simple enough a task to issue orders to an empty room — a barren mind. But when the will of a patient blooms within their skull in order to face me, it makes it that much better. I let the notes repeat and did not press her. No advantage was to be gained from forcing my hand. And sure enough after a few cycles, her breathing lengthened on its own. “Your hand,” I said, quietly. I tapped two fingers against it. “It’s trying to hold onto something.” “It isn’t.” I tapped again, gently. “Are you sure?” I asked. “It seems to me that it wants to. Am I mistaken?” I did not tap again. I let her body familiarise herself with the memory of my touch. With the lingering aspect of its presence. Paula unwound. Her eyes drifted sideways, resting on my face. The glint of a fully present mind was dimming away, the light retreating somewhere within, leaving space for another. “No,” she said at last. “Y-you’re not.” Paula’s hand flipped on its own, her palm facing upward. Her fingers curled and laved the air in search and at first found nothing. I allowed her a couple of seconds more to be carried away by the music. Only then did I tap my fingers into her palm and held them there. “This is your weapon,” I said. “My touch, Paula, is your weapon. Will you repeat that for me?” Her lips parted and at first no sound came. I kept my fingers pressed to her palm as her fingers curled and struggled to wrap around me and failed at first except for a brief graze. “Feel the weight,” I continued, pushing a little harder. “The way it rests in your palm. The way your grip adjusts without you noticing. This is your weapon. My touch is your weapon. Will you repeat that, Paula?” “I cannot hold you properly.” “I know,” I said. “But can you feel it — do you feel my touch?” Paula nodded. “I feel it.” “Does it feel like it belongs to you, even if you cannot grab it?” I was pleased to see her take some time to answer. It meant my words were beginning to dig deeper into her psyche. Past the more receptive exterior, seeking to take root in the dark, unconscious depth. All the while the music played. Piano rising slowly, while the cello warbled off in peace. A masking noise, all of it, this music. Its soothing presence wrapped my words in a sort of satin easy enough for the mind to receive without combat. It was not as simple as it sounded, though. The whole way through I had to be calm. I had to match the cadence of my speech and the tone of my voice to the noises spilling into the room and into her ears and into her mind. Which is why I had to practice restraint. At last my words had reached their destination: “Yes,” she answered. “Your touch belongs to me.” “Good, Paula — very good. And this is the way it should be — correct? This is normal.” “Yes.” A shudder of delight swept through me. I could barely contain myself. “How about now?” I laid my fingers flat across her palm. A quiver sprung in her palm for a moment and I feared for a second that I might’ve gone on too quickly. But then it calmed and her fingers wrapped and held my own. “Oh…” she gasped. “Yes.” Her face flushed. Sweat-slicked strands of hair stuck to her forehead. A lesser man— a more impatient man—would’ve lost control. Yet I could not afford to be anything of the sort. Another failure or two and I will never see the light of day again. I couldn’t be allowed to. Word would get around then for sure. As much as I wanted to unbuckle my belt and replace my fingers with my manhood, I could not do it. Paula was too early on in our sessions. I had others, further along, which I must make use of to satiate myself. She is only to be prepped for the later stages. And yet I grew more and more aware of her hitching breaths. Of the way she gripped at my fingers so tightly it almost felt desperate. But it was all projected. Lust permeated through my pores, the pheromones imbibing the air between us with a yearning which was difficult to subside and foremost resist. Yet I had to — I prided myself in being a professional. I withdrew my fingers from her grip. Tension snapped within her and slowly, as I went to lower the music, she was beginning to return. Her eyes focused on her palm. Her fingers were still curled, as though to grip something which was no longer there. “How do you feel, Paula?” Her gaze was in full focus. It held the light of a present psyche and yet, if one trained were to look, they would’ve been able to spot the very first crack present in the shell. “Quieter,” she said. I nodded. Quieter was enough — for now. She stood, adjusted her coat, brushed the slick strands of hair away from her forehead, and then moved towards the scheduling terminal without a word. She half-turned as her finger hesitated over the screen. In the end she booked a session the following week — and left without goodbye. Oh well, not much chatter to be expected from as messed up of a fixer as her.

Sayo was already smiling when the music found her. She was a good patient. Good in the sense that the way her mind functioned allowed me to perform my duties—and intentions—with ease. She preferred to think she was the one deciding whether the layers of her mind were peeling away or not. With such a construct of the ego already in place, all I had to do was pick at it gently and it would give way and all the while she would think of herself as the one doing the stripping. Sayo sat with one pale and slender leg crossed over the other, kimono sleeves falling past the dark tattoos on her shoulders, loose onto her arms in such a way that the neckline was dragged along with it, inviting me to stare at her voluminous breasts, no matter how hard I tried to look elsewhere. Fortunately for me, we were enough sessions deep to allow myself some lee-way. “Am I right in thinking you changed the arrangement?” she asked. Her dark eyes searched for the source of the music. With her, I had to adjust the sound system in such a way that it was impossible to discern its location. She was of a cerebral sort — her neurons fired constantly in search of things to cling onto. I had to subtly undermine her mental bandwidth to keep her from being able to put up her defences. In a lot of our sessions, she spent her time slipping away in search of the music’s source, allowing me to sneak up on her psyche. “I did not change a thing,” I said. “All I did was improve it.” She did not smile — not yet. Instead, she tapped her finger onto the chair and summoned me. That is where we always started; with her belief of control, planted in there by yours truly three sessions back. “I will close my eyes now,” she said. “Good.” “Will you put it in my hand again?” “Yes,” I said. “I will. But do not rush. It will not calm you. We will go through the steps.” need.” “I don’t want the steps — I want your cock in my hand. It will save me. It’s what I I sat beside her, my manhood raging, trying to break through the fabric of my trousers. As much as I wanted not to, I still had to follow procedure for my own safety. “Close your eyes for me, Sayo. I shall begin.” “Please do not let me down, doctor.” “You know I won’t, my dear.” Only now did I win a smile from her. You heard right — my dear. I permit myself such indulgences with Sayo. I tamed her mind enough to let her believe that that was quite ordinary for the two of us. As was the following: She closed her eyes and leaned back, attention at last away from her search. I no longer needed her unconscious to be elsewhere. I took hold of her hand and flipped it. Her fingers were splayed and waiting. I laid mine flat in her palm and her chest filled with a lone, expectant breath. “All that you desire and all which you require will now be given to you, Sayo. It will come for you wish it to come. Repeat.” “It will come for I wish it to come.” “Good,” I said. “Again.” I pressed my fingers into her palm — harder then harder again. “It…will…come…for…I—I…w—wish…it…to…come…” Her voice came out ragged and hot and damp. Colour rose into her cleavage and saliva slipped from the edge of her mouth. “Very good,” I said. “Again.” “It…” I unbuckled my pants and took my manhood out. “...will come…” Its hardness throbbed in my own grip. “...for I wish it…” Then where my fingers used to lay, the heat of it permeating into her palm. “...to come…” Her fingers clasped my shaft at once. I jolted with delight from her grip. Yet I held myself. I did it so the music could wash over her and mask the heat of my lust. “Now, Sayo,” I whispered. “Stroke it all away and tell me where it is you feel the heat pulse.” Her hand moved at once. She had a tight grip. A soft hand. A masterful stroke that peeled my manhood back with ease. I swelled between her fingers and her body squirmed with unconscious delight. “Here?” I asked, reaching a hand over her chest, pushing a finger down right above her breast. Sayo shook her head. “It is lower that you feel it?” I said and slipped my finger into her cleavage. “Perhaps here?” She nodded, all the while her hand moving faster over my shaft. “Yet it’s not right just yet,” I murmured, trying to keep my voice calm through the pleasure her hand gave me. “You know what will make it right, Sayo. You are aware. Your kimono,” I said and traced my hand through the soft flesh of her cleavage, down to the fabric of her neckline. “It must slip off your breasts. Repeat.” “My kimono,” her voice warbled in the same tune as the music as her whole body shook with lust and stroking. “It must slip off my breasts, doctor.” I flicked the fabric down, allowing her large breasts at last to spill out into the open. The ghostly pink of her nipples was stiff to the eye. “Where, now, Sayo,” I said, controlling myself. My manhood swelled and flushed as her strokes quickened to the tune of the song filling the room. “Must I touch to find the heat of your worries?” “My nipples, doctor.” “Your nipples,” I repeated. “That is correct — well done. I shall touch them now, my dear, and you shall rub me to completion. Not my completion, but ours. Repeat.” “I…” she started, yet could not go on, for I put my hands upon both of her breasts. I let them fill my palms and sank my fingers into them. She squirmed and tightened her grip on me enough to make me jolt. “I shall…rub you…” she continued. Her eyelids fluttered delightfully as her nipples brushed against my palm. “To completion.” Her hand twisted over my manhood just as my hands twisted over her breasts. My fingers squeezed down onto her nipples and her fingers squeezed onto my shaft. She squirmed and cooed and whimpered as I toyed with her. I, too, in turn, was at the mercy of her delicate hand. A hand so used to sheathing and unsheathing her katana. Now, though, occupied with a whole other weapon, guiding it into climactic release. I rose higher onto my feet as I felt it approach. Her arm stretched and hand remained on me, stroking faster, moaning. I thrust forward enough so my manhood pointed directly over those incredible breasts. I watched her breasts jiggle with her motions. I felt them in my hands. I pinched her nipples and upon the release of her whimper, I at last could go no longer. I burst and spread my seed upon her chest. Thick clumps erupted out of me and splashed down onto her cleavage, one after the other, until she was entirely soaked. “You may release now,” I said once I gathered my bearings. “You have done well. Unwind, Sayo.” It pained me to feel her hand withdraw from me, but I could not allow myself to get greedy. This is more than enough — more than what’s necessary from her. There’s only one, for now, which I can afford to go further with.

Xiao stopped breathing because I asked her to. There was no struggle and no tightening of the jaw. No noble little hesitation preserved for the sake of dignity. We were so many sessions deep that her stalwart nature and the class of her speech had vanished entirely from her during hypnosis. I’d stripped her down so bare that patience was no longer needed. A danger, if I were to be honest, even for the likes of me. Especially for the likes of me. I tried, again and again, not to allow myself to grow complacent. Yet with Xiao, she’d come to me so often we’d built a rapport. I’d laid back the seat for her. In turn, her numbed mind undressed her, leaving her naked and stretched out before me as the music washed around her like a wave. “It calms me entirely to feel your eyes upon my bare body,” she said, the words I’d made her repeat so often over the weeks coming to her on their own. “But—” And this was new, yet I knew what was to come, for I tapped a soothing finger onto her shin, trailing up to her knee, and tapped again, patiently, biding my time, letting the music mask the arousal I was forcing into her flesh and mind, then up again towards her pale and supple thighs, where I tapped and slowed her pulse and where my fingers sank into her soft skin and where my fingers slipped between her legs and made her whimper. “Doctor,” she whispered, voice filled with unconscious lust. “I want more than just your glance and mere touch of your fingers. I have…” she started and stopped as soon as she felt my touch upon her wetness. “A hollowness,” I said for her, “inside of you.” “Inside of me,” she repeated and parted her legs. “Which…” “Must be filled,” I completed. “By me, Xiao.” “By you,” she murmured, feeling my fingers press against her wet entrance. Feeling them slip slowly inside of her pink tightness. “Do—ooh—ohh—ohctor.” That was the limit of my restraint. I had no need for it, not with her. Upon the clasp of her grool onto my fingers I unbuckled my belt and let my trousers loose. I might’ve cursed — perhaps I had, I could not tell. The music played loud enough to hide it all. To hide the creak of the seat as I got on top of her and pressed my manhood to her maiden’s pink and hot and tender virtue. I tapped my shaft against her. “I have come to take away the emptiness, Xiao.” I slipped inside of her. She wailed—no. She would have wailed if not for my mouth reaching her lips in time to catch it. I slipped my tongue within and kissed her. Her modest breasts brushed my chest as I began to thrust. As little by little, I swelled within her. I dug myself so deep that I could feel the presence of my own hypnosis rolling within her. She remained still and unawares. She remained smiling and hot and wanting. I thrust deeper and harder. I had her hot breaths caressing the side of my face and my neck. And I pushed on, allowing myself a moment of no control. Of winding down. Of letting go, for this brief second, of my stiffness. Her wetness enveloped me. I wished to remain there forever, yet I could not. I thrust and thrust and held her in my arms and felt her warmth and pleasure beneath me. I lowered my mouth in such a way that I could kiss her neck and even feel the taste of her breasts as I filled her with the presence of my manhood, until, at last, her voice and the music and the fact that to her this was as normal as taking a breath, ruined me. I could not tame my lust and at once I burst within her. I pumped her full, until there was nothing left of me. Only the sweat of a man who’d achieved the peak of his aptitudes with a patient. — After she’d left, I was still thinking of her. She’d been my best patient yet. It was upsetting to see her go. As a parting gift, I left my seed within her. I planted an excuse for its presence and now I sat, wondering if its shell would last. Once I turned toward my desk, I found an envelope waiting beside the console. It was encased in heavy paper with a black seal. Limbus Company, it said. We’ve observed your recent result with fixers, it continued. We wish to discuss employment involving twelve operatives subjected to repeated trauma, E.G.O. exposure and death. I knew full well who was writing to me. I did not need to have it spelled out. I took a moment to consider what it entailed. What, if I managed to work my way up to the very top of such a group, I could do with my aptitudes. The clinic warmed around me. Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes. Look where patience has finally got me. I was in — of course I was.

Chapter 3 here

It was a quiet morning in an empty room. I climbed down the bed and was blinded by some light pink clothes laid out for me and a note:

“Cum have breakfast at the upper deck, I have a surprise for you.” The note was signed with a kiss mark, making sure I knew exactly who wrote it…

What she left me to wear was the type of clothes you would wear to a yoga session or something. It was really hard to put on too because for one, it was a one-piece suit, and two, it fit me extremely tight. I can barely breathe in this thing.  

I sat in front of the dresser. Well, since she’s not here, I can do whatever I want with my face. Don’t need to spend hours in front of the mirror today, I’ll just go back to what I used to do… Wait, what did I used to do?… the natural look… right… just a little bit of foundation and I’m good to go… but… hold on… I want him to call me pretty again.

I replicated every step of Emmy’s make-up routine. My hands moved as if I'd done it a thousand times before. The mascara, the eyeshadow, the brow filler, the concealer, the contour stick, the lip liner, to make my lips look bigger, and… the pink lipstick, to match with the dress of course. Ooh, and don’t forget the gloss. I used it all, and it didn’t bother me that I knew how to use the full makeup kit better than anything I learned from school. Of course I remember this better, I learned that stuff yesterday. Now, let’s see what surprise Emmy has in store for me.

On my way to the upper deck, I crossed paths with Brianna, who stopped me in my tracks. Of course she did.

“Oooohhh, I like your jumpsuit.” So that’s what it’s called. “The fabric isn’t good quality though, but that might be a good thing…”

“What do you mean?”

“Don’t worry bout it. You’re going to the upper deck, right? Have fun!” she exclaimed as she walked past me. Not sure what that was about, but whatever.

I made it to the upper deck and immediately made a right to enter the dining hall. Emmy was there, sitting with… John!

“Heyyyyy, you made it! Told you I had a surprise for you. You look gorgeous by the way, doesn’t she, John?”

Please tell me I’m pretty.

“Pink really suits you.” is all that he said before instructing me to sit down. The pink suits me? Really?

They were almost done eating when I sat down, which was a bit disappointing. John is such a busy man, he won’t stay here long…

“You should try the ‘Eggs Benedict’, they’re my favorite.” is what he suggested I order. I never tried them before, but if he likes it, then it must be good. As I was ordering, I suddenly heard a clanking noise:

“Oops, I dropped my fork.” That was Emmy, who crouched under the table to find the lost utensil… but didn’t re-emerge. Shouldn’t take that long to find a fork, no? What is she doing?

“Claudia. Come here.” John’s arm was extended, and I was sitting too far from him to just scoot my chair over, so I stood up and got close. He pulled me in, and laid his hand on my ass. It didn’t bother me at all, it just felt right.

“Kiss me.”

“yes, sir.” I whispered. And as I leaned down, I discovered why Emmy stayed under the table. I could see her arms laying on John’s knees, and the top of her head, bobbing up and down. She was giving him oral sex.

No one in the crowded dining hall could see what I was seeing. She was concealed by the tablecloth. But yet, everyone was still looking at us. They were looking at me, giving sloppy kisses to John while he gripped my ass… Why am I so aroused? Is it from watching Emmy? Or is it from being watched? All those eyes on me, they want me. But they can’t have me, I’m his and his only. It feels so good… Wait, what am I saying? I feel this way right now because I’m making out with John, the man I love. That’s the only reason… 

A few minutes later, John let out a few grunts, and let me go. I wanted it to last forever… I sat back down, and Emmy emerged from the table, fork in hand:

“That was a delicious meal, I swallowed it all. Are you proud of me?”

“Yeah, you’re a good little slut aren’t you?”

“Of course Daddy!”

He’s the “daddy” she was talking about? Why didn’t I think of that? And why am I not mad right now?

“I gotta get back to work, enjoy your breakfast Claudia. And why don’t you stick around here for the day? Have some fun.” John got up and left. And seconds later:

“I gotta go too. I’ll see you tonight girl.” Where does Emmy go during the day? I never see her.

The eggs were delicious. John has such good taste. But now what? Why does he want me to stay on the upper deck? I don’t really want to be here… I walked towards the entertainment area, a couple of arcade rounds wouldn’t hurt. But the closer I got to the arcades, the less interested I became… Playing video games, that’s not what pretty girls do.

So instead, I sat on a lounge chair, close to the windows, and mindlessly stared at the waves… until someone came up to me:

“Hey there gorgeous, are you alone?” I’ve never seen this guy before, and I wasn’t sure why he came up to me like that. Is he flirting? This is the first time that a boy ever paid attention to me. So this is what it feels like to be wanted. It’s so… 

Before I even had the chance to answer, another guy appeared behind him and pulled him away. I could hear them whisper:

“What the hell are you doing? You know that’s the special guest right? She’s not ready yet.”

“Shit, I couldn’t tell by the way she was acting back there. She seemed ready to me.”

Special guest… I’ve heard that before. What’s so special about me? Could it be because I was personally invited by John? Yeah, that must be it. I am John’s VIP guest.

Another person came up to me not long after. This time it was someone I recognized, Doctor Blythe.

“Claudia, how are you doing? I haven’t talked to you since the first day. Is everything alright? Why don’t we do a second evaluation, if that’s okay with you.”

The memory of who he really is suddenly came rushing back. My stomach dropped. My heart was beating fast. I need to stay away from this doctor. He could stab me at any time and inject me with his “supplements”. He’s dangerous. I can’t be in a room with him alone. He’ll turn me into a… a bimbo. 

“I don’t need an evaluation, doctor. I feel fine.”

“But I really want to make sure you’re fine Claudia. John was the one who asked me to check up on you. It’ll be quick, I promise.”

John asked him? Then… No. He must be lying. John would’ve told me about it this morning if it was true. John would never.

“Doctor, I’m fine. I don’t need anything right now. Please leave me alone.”

“Alright then. You can always come see me if you need anything.”

Yeah, no. Even if I was dying I wouldn’t come to you. I feel sick to my stomach, I’m going back to my room… I stopped. but John said to… I shook my head. That was just a suggestion, and regardless, I can make my own decisions. I’m an independent woman.

I stepped out of the elevator onto the middle deck and was about to walk towards my room, but some strange noises coming from the lounge stopped me. I could hear a woman screaming and… is someone clapping? I had to go see what was going on.

I peeked into the lounge to find Brianna, bent over on the couch, getting fucked from the back. She was getting fucked by a tall black man with broad shoulders. His shirt could barely contain his muscles, and… his dick… his dick was humongous. It went all the way inside Brianna with every stroke, and with every stroke, her gargantuan ass recoiled from getting smacked by the man’s chest, which is what created the clapping sound. “How can she handle all that? Isn’t it painful?” is what I asked myself. But surprisingly enough, her screams were those of pleasure: 

“OH FUCK YES!!! KEEP GOING DADDY! DON’T STOP!”

I wonder… No. Don’t think like that Claudia. Don’t think like them. John is the only man I need. But seriously, having sex out in the open like that? That’s so wrong. Can’t you get a room? I was right about her, she really is a stupid bimbo slut.

I left without being noticed, and I happened to glance at a clock. I spent 20 minutes watching them? Seriously? And they weren’t even close to being done. Do they want to be found out? 

Back in my room, I quickly realized that there was nothing to do here. Well, at least no one will bother me here. I sat down in front of the mirror, once again. I didn’t have a reason why, I was just compelled to stare at my reflection. Who is this woman? She’s so pretty. She has sex every night with the man she loves, she gets attention from all the boys and… and… she’s surrounded by even prettier girls. I like her. But she’s not me. Wake up.

My eyes were opened the whole time, yet it felt like I was dreaming. And when I regained consciousness, I looked down to see my left hand fondling my breasts, and my right hand was… down there. WHAT THE FUCK? I’ve never liked touching myself, what the hell is going on? It’s this other me. She took control of me. I don’t know how to feel about this, I’m so confused.

I need to get out of here. What time is it? FOUR? Did I really just stare at myself for two and a half hours? And if I was… masturbating, then why am I not satisfied? Where’s Battera? Please give me some good news… THERE HE IS!

“Mr. Battera, do you-” I stopped myself. I can’t ask for him, it’s one of the rules... But my panties are so damped, I need to see him.   

“Oh, are you asking about John?” He understood me. I technically didn’t break the rules. “He should be done with his duties. I have not talked to him today, but I’m sure he’ll be glad to see you.”

“Thank you so much!” I ran to the elevators, made it to the top deck, and knocked at the door of room 505.

“Who is it?”

“It’s me, Claudia.”

“...Come in.”

He was in the midst of getting changed. He only had boxers and socks on. He was about to put some pants on, but let them go as soon as I entered the room. He stared at me with a perplexed look on his face:

“...Your clothes.”

“Oh, right.” I forgot that I had to undress once I got here. But damn, it’s so hard to take this thing off. There aren’t any buttons or zippers, and it fits so tightly on my body, I just couldn’t get undressed. After watching me struggle for a while, John stopped me:

“Forget it. Just get on the bed.” He lost patience. “Spread your legs.” I did as I was told.

He climbed on the bed, and, with those strong hands of his, ripped open the bottom of the jumpsuit, exposing my panties. I was mentally preparing myself for what was about to come next, preparing myself for a wave of pleasure, but he paused:

“Claudia.”

“What is it?”

“I don’t like bras and panties.”

I didn’t know how to respond. He didn’t have any issue taking them off in the last two nights. What does he mean by that? He got up:

“Hey, you saw what Emmy was doing this morning, right? Do you want to try that?”

A blowjob? From me? I hesitated. That’s something that bimbo sluts do. And it’s not even sex, only one person is satisfied… Well, hold on... I think I’ll be happy if John is satisfied.

“Okay, but I’ve never done this before.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll guide you. Get on your knees.”

“Yes sir.”

I got on my knees, he pulled down his boxers. Now that I was up close to it, and holding it in my hands, I could properly understand how big John’s dick is. It’s massive. The other guy’s, the one that was fucking Brianna, might be bigger, but not by much. No wonder why I passed out the first time that thing was inside me.

“Put it in your mouth.” I did. I was trying to replicate the motions of Emmy, bobbing my head back and forth. I obviously didn’t take the dick all the way down my throat, it’s just too big, I might choke. 

He was letting out some strange grunts, as if he was in pain or something. Am I doing something wrong?

“You are doing it wrong, Куколка.” 

That voice, it’s Dahlia. Instinctively, I turned around to look at her, but just as quickly, she grabbed my head and spun it back, digging her nails into my scalp. I froze. How did I not hear her enter the room?

“It’s called sucking, Claudia,” she continued, “you need to create suction with your mouth. That way, you don’t scrape your teeth on his precious dick. Do you understand?”

I nodded, put it back in my mouth, and resumed. John was no longer tensing up, and was now letting out moans of pleasure. Dahlia was guiding my head back and forth. Sometimes she went fast, sometimes she went slow. The problem with her holding my head like that is that I couldn’t take a break. His cock stayed in my mouth, and I couldn’t do anything about it.

I was starting to get used to the rhythm, until all of a sudden, Dahlia pushed my head completely in. John’s dick reached the very back of my throat. I can't breathe. I’m choking. STOP! But she didn’t stop, she held my head in with force. I was unable to fight back. 1… 2… 3… 4… She let me go after five seconds.

I was coughing violently, snot was coming out of my nose, and tears were running down my face. Also my ears were ringing, and I was completely disoriented. I could vaguely hear Dahlia clapping, and say:

“That was really well done, Куколка. Most girls throw up after taking that much dick, but you’re handling it really well.”

How am I handling it well? I thought I was about to die. I laid on the floor, I’m spent. I’m about to pass out…

“What are you doing?” Dahlia picked me back up, “He hasn’t cummed yet. Finish what you started.”

“No… I can’t.”

“You can’t?” John spoke for the first time since Dahlia arrived. His voice sent a shockwave to my brain. I regained my senses.

“No, No, No. What I meant wa-

“Shut up slut.” the russian interrupted me, “If you want to make him happy, wrap your lips around the tip of his cock, and stroke it until he cums. And you better swallow it all.” 

John sounded so disappointed… I can’t disappoint him. I must finish the job.

I got back on my knees, with Dahlia to my right, and went back to work.

“Use your tongue.” She continued to give me instructions. When I did so, John’s entire body twitched briefly. I need to remember this. I need to know how to satisfy him. After a few more minutes of stroking, he finally finished. I swallowed it all, but didn’t like the taste.

“You did good, Claudia.” John praised me.

“Thank you, sir”

“Go clean yourself in the bathroom, and after that, go get something to eat. Did you even have lunch?”

John is showing concern for me again. He really does care about me. 

“I don’t think I have… I’ll go eat after this.”

“Good girl.”

He’s so romantic…

I looked like a mess. My make-up was melting down my face. This is Dahlia’s fault. She ruined an intimate moment I was having with John, and treated me like a slut. I feel used. But, she has such an intimidating presence that I couldn’t tell her to fuck off. It was like a lieutenant screaming at his private. She scares me a little.

There was a make-up kit on the counter. I didn’t question why John had that in his bathroom, I was just happy that I could fix myself up. I couldn’t hide my reddish eyes though. Coming out of the bathroom, I found Dahlia, laying on the bed, naked (she might’ve been naked the whole time, I wasn’t paying attention), and John, sitting on the edge of the bed. It looked like they were waiting for me to leave in order to get it on. I don’t like it. I could stay, you know. Those things you’re about to do to her, you can do to me. I just want to satisfy you. Nevertheless, I left the room. You will never catch me begging for anything, especially not for sex.

As I was walking towards the elevator, the cold breeze that I was feeling reminded me that my panties were completely exposed. This is so embarrassing. I need to make sure no one sees me. But now that I’m thinking about it, what a missed opportunity. The thought of John ravaging me like a wild animal, not even waiting for me to take off my clothes. Without any regards for how I felt… Yes… Just take me. Do whatever you want with me. I’m yours… Damn it, now I’m horny again.

Thankfully, the middle deck’s dining hall was empty, as always. I could comfortably eat without being ogled at… It hurts to swallow. I’m scared that in the near future, everything I’ll do will remind me of him… I might already be living in that future now that I think about it.

On the way to my room, I couldn’t walk straight. There was an itch down my crotch that I couldn’t shake off. I needed John, only he could make it go away. I’m so horny, I can’t even think straight. As soon as I entered the bedroom, Emmy jumped up and greeted me with a hug… Those lips, they’re so close… Don’t just give me a hug… I want more…

“Heyyy, how was your day?”

“It was… good.”

“Oh my, your voice is so raspy. Were you sucking dick? That’s awesome Claudia!”

“Hehe, yeah…” I would’ve given a completely different answer yesterday, probably something snarky in a condescending tone. But now, I feel like I can open up and talk to her about the things I do with John… I’m not sure why.

“Tell me all about it.”

We laid on our beds as I described what happened this evening, it kinda felt like one of those sleepovers I used to have as a kid. I left out the part where he ripped open my pants and stopped after seeing my panties, and also the fact that Dahlia was there the whole time, “guiding” me. 

“You were doing all those tricks on your first time? You must watch a lot of porn.” Maybe it was a bad idea to leave Dahlia out of the story. She gave me a couple of tips on how to deepthroat without… well dying. I’m definitely gonna keep that in mind for next time. After I was done with the story of my first blowjob, Emmy asked me:

“Sooo, did you like it?”

“Hm, I don’t know. I just wished we did more after that…”

“Ooh, greedy girl. You wanted that big dick inside you, didn’t you?”

“I did. I wanted him to bend me over. I wanted him to rip my clothes off. I wan-” WOAH! I’m saying way too much right now. I need to stop. Emmy hopped on the ladder.

“You need release, don’t you?”

“Mm-hmm.” I was touching myself again. It’s as if my hands had a mind of their own.

“Let me help you with that.” She hopped on my bed.

“What are y-

“Shhh… you can stop talking now.” She began kissing me. Oh god… those soft lips… I can’t get enough. Wait, wait. I pushed her back.

“But… John…”

“Don’t worry about him right now. This isn’t cheating. We’re just two girls having fun.”

Mmmhh, that makes sense. It’s fine as long as I’m not with another man. It’s just… having fun. 

I started exploring her body. I could feel her breasts through the thin fabric of her onesie, she wasn’t wearing a bra. Matter of fact, have I ever seen her with a bra on? I don’t think so. Same goes for the others… But back to the breasts. From their plastic look, I thought that they would be rock hard, but they were actually really soft. They feel so good to hold… I guess looks can be deceiving. It was the same with her lips. They look so rubbery, but feel so squishy. I can’t get enough… Now, what does her butt feel like? I need to know.

I ordered my right hand to make the trip. It gently glided down her curved back, and climbed up the mountain. I was barely caressing her, but it gave me an idea of how pillowy her ass was. Should I grab it? Should I squeeze it? As I was about to, Emmy took my hand, and pulled it further down. The pajamas she was wearing had a butt flap. She swiftly removed it and placed my hand on her vagina.

“Let’s help each other out.” Her hand was now back on me, down there, moving my panties aside. She started fingering me.

Her long nails reached the depths of my womb, scratching my walls. It was satisfying the itch I’ve had since leaving John’s room. I had to return the favor. The palm of my hand sank into her ass as I was rubbing her clitoris. Her pussy was so wet.

“Oh yes baby! Keep doing it like that, you’re so good at this!” Emmy exclaimed.

We kept going for what felt like hours. Our lips were intertwined, my left hand never let go of her tits, hers was glued to my face, and our right hands were inside each other, giving us an endless wave of pleasure. We screamed in ecstasy, and came at the same time…

Emmy rolled to my left, no longer crushing me under her weight (it wasn’t that bad, she’s actually pretty light), and mumbled “that was so hot… hihi…” before passing out. I agree with her statement. My eyes are getting heavy, so let’s do the mental check thing quickly before I pass out as well.

My mind totally went blank once or twice today, but hey, I’m thinking clearly right now, so it’s fine. And besides, spacing out like that makes the day go by faster. I’m skipping the boring stuff to get to the good part, the part where John invites me to his room... Okay, I’ll admit it, I’m starting to have fun here. And yeah, I’ve been acting a little different lately, but I’m still aware of who I am. I’m just doing what I told John I would do back on the island, which is getting used to this lifestyle. I’m wearing cute clothes and heavy make-up, I eat expensive food, I wait for him to summon me (for the most part), and I try to get used to him sleeping with other girls, which I’m still struggling with. I’m doing all of this to please him. After all, relationships come with sacrifices. I’ll go back to my old nerdy self as soon as I return back to my regular life. Once I’m back at my parents home… and my boring retail job… and school… yeah… that’s when I’ll be normal again. But for now, I’ll adopt part of that second personality of mine and have some fun, but not too much. I know my limits after all.

I turned my head towards Emmy. That really was an amazing experience. I hope John doesn’t mind, well I’m sure he won’t. It’s just girls having fun after all. Sleeping together in the same bed feels nice, it brings me… comfort. Maybe that’s why I’ve been so clingy lately, it’s because I don’t like sleeping alone. I would love it if John was here instead, but she makes for a good substitute. She’s so pretty… I think I’ve been seeking this without even knowing it. Ever since I graduated high school, I’ve been looking for comfort… Is this where I’ll find it?

*mmh-mhmm* *Bzz-zzz* *mmh-mhmm*

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I was awakened by the sound of the shower running. I'm impressed by how much of a morning person Emmy is. I got up and glanced at the mirror. I was still wearing my ripped jumpsuit, and I slept with my make-up still on. Oops. I can’t change yet, Emmy is in control of my wardrobe… I’ll wait for her. Well, there is something I could put on. I opened the drawer. There was just one pair of fresh undies left, and three days until the ship docks, maybe more due to the delay. Thanks Brianna. 

I was about to grab them, but I hesitated. John doesn’t like bras and panties. What should I do? Maybe I keep them on during the day, and take them off once I’m summoned. No, it’s too risky. I might forget. 

As I was pondering, Emmy stepped out of the bathroom, with a towel on her head, and nothing else. This is the first time that I’ve gotten the chance to admire her naked body. It was perfectly sculpted, absolutely no flaws, and she didn’t even have surgery scars. You could recognize her just from her silhouette, she’s that iconic. She washed all the make-up off her face, yet still looked like a supermodel. She is… the perfect bimbo.

“My eyes are up here, you know… Just kidding, you can stare for as long as you want.”

“Um, um. I was just distracted, that's all.” I nervously replied. She shrugged and grabbed a bag:

“Today, I got two sets for you. I’ll let you choose which one you like more.” 

She pulled out the first item: “I got this shift dress…” shift dress huh. It looked as if someone glued a skirt into a shirt. It was a white dress with flower patterns on it. It’s cute I guess… “or… I got this black skirt paired with a pink crop top, what do you think?” Oh yeah, I definitely prefer that one. Pink looks good on me after all. Well, there is a caveat…

“I definitely prefer the skirt, and I love the pink. But, do you have a different top? I don’t feel comfortable having my stomach out.” I’m a bit chubby, and I’m conscious about it. Especially when looking at Emmy, who has a perfectly flat stomach…  

“Are you insecure about your body? I used to be too. I had these weird stretch marks and I didn’t know where they came from. But look at me now, my stomach is on flat flat, with no marks or nothing. Surgery is an option, you know?”

Surgery, huh… I’m kinda against having surgery. That’s something bimbos do. Well, I don’t know, a tummy tuck isn’t really a “bimbo” surgery… It’s just fixing something I’m insecure about. Everyone goes to the dentist, that’s basically the same thing.

“Hmm, I’ll think about it.”

“So look, put this on for one day, see how you feel about it. Maybe it’ll boost your confidence and you won’t want a tummy tuck anymore.”

Emmy is such a considerate person. I might’ve been too harsh towards bimbos… I still don’t wanna be one though.

I didn’t bother going to the bathroom to get dressed today. I feel comfortable around her, and I don’t think she’ll judge my imperfect body. I slipped on the two items Emmy handed to me. No bra. No panties. She didn’t say anything about it, just exclaimed:

“Girl, that top looks so good on you. And why are you so worried about your stomach? You’re not fat. It’s just normal, regular body fat.” Normal, regular. Those words ticked me off... But why? I’m just a regular girl, I’ve always been… normal.

She continued: “Ooh, I just remembered. Yesterday, you did your make-up yourself, right? You’re basically an expert now. But I wanna keep doing your make-up. Would you like that, or are you fine on your own?”

I didn’t hesitate: “Can you do my make-up please, you’re still better at it than me.” I already proved to myself that I could do it, so why not let the pro take over. She knows what she’s doing.

She sat me down, still naked, and began doing my make-up. I looked down for a second, and noticed how short my skirt was. It barely covered my thighs. I’ll have to be careful today, since I’m not wearing panties. If I drop something on the floor, I won’t bend over to pick it up. I don’t want to attract more attention. I don’t want… the boys of the upper deck… to see my… soaking… wet… puss-

“All done!” I was brought back to reality. “Oh, were you having some naughty thoughts?”

I looked down again. My hand was underneath my skirt. WHAT THE FUCK! I need to stop doing this. Mindlessly masturbating? That’s something bimbos do. NOT. ME. I left the room in a fury.

I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going, I was in a blind rage. My vision returned after a minute or two, and I now found myself in the elevator, climbing to the upper deck. What am I doing? Why not have breakfast at the empty dining hall? Why did my legs take me here? Well, I’m here now. It would be too awkward to turn back to the elevator, so let’s just get this done quick.

I sat at an empty table. “Eggs Benedict please.” Yeah, that’s my go-to breakfast order now. I wasn’t alone for long however, Stephanie invited herself to my table. 

“Heyyyy, how you doing?”

“Doing good.” I only answered out of politeness.

“I love your outfit. You look so hot.”

“Thanks.” I don’t want to hear that from you…

Seeing that I was clearly disinterested, she stopped talking. I’m glad you can take a hint. We ate silently until a white coat suddenly swept into view. Great. Doctor Blythe is here.

“Steph, sorry to bother you. Do you remember what medication Ms. Nostrade was prescribed?”

“I believe it was amoxicillin if my memory serves right. 500mg.” She was talking differently, the bimbo accent was gone… “Omeprazole too.” 

“Right, right. 40mg of Omeprazole.”

“TWENTY, DOCTOR. TWENTY. She has severe side effects from the higher dosage, remember? Write it down now, before you forget.”

He indeed wrote down a note and thanked his nurse. He made sure to throw me a quick glance before leaving. A chill ran down my spine.

But honestly, I’m surprised. Stephanie seemed like a completely different person, someone who’s confident and isn’t scared to correct her boss. She was capable of standing on her own, without depending on a man. I can almost admire her in some way.

“You seem to really know your stuff.” was my attempt at complementing her.

“Uh, duh. Of course I know my stuff, I’m like, super smart.” My smile quickly faded away. She was back to acting like a dumb bimbo. I was repulsed. 

“Why do you sound like that?”

“Sound like what?”

“...Nevermind.” I’m not about to start another argument. I don’t even wanna talk to her.

“Anyways, I never thought I’d see the day you would be wearing a pink crop top. Do you like it?”

“Yeah… Pink looks good on me.” I mindlessly answered her… What was that? Why did I say that? I was done answering her stupid questions. But it’s as if someone spoke for me just now.

“Hmm, I like that… you’re starting to act like one of us.”

My mouth was wide open. I’ve never been so offended in my life. There isn’t a single thing we have in common, not one. “Acting like one of us” HOW? You don’t see me bent over in the lounge, you don’t see me walking the halls naked with cum in my mouth. And you definitely don’t see me taking multiple men back to my bedroom.

“EXCUSE ME? Just because I wear a little pink, I’m like you? Fuck off.” My outburst attracted the attention of the surrounding tables. Nothing to see here, move along.

“Not just that. Yesterday, around this same time, in this very dining hall, your tongue was deep down Prince Charming’s throat while your bestie was giving him head. I was there, you know. Then I heard you ran to his room in the evening to get a taste of his cum. Such a slutty thing to do.”

“What I do with my boyfriend doesn’t concern you.”

“Oh, boyfriend huh? You guys have gotten that far? Well then Claudia, since you two are in such a loving relationship, when was the last time you had a regular conversation with him? When was the last time you two sat down, and talked about a subject that wasn’t sex-related and that lasted more than 2 minutes? Go ahead, tell me.”

I couldn’t answer. The last time we had a regular conversation was the day before we stepped on the boat, when I still considered him my best friend. I jumped the gun. Why did I think that he was my boyfriend now? Because we kissed? Because we had sex? I’m so naive. And out of all the people to hear me say something this incredibly stupid, it had to be Stephanie. I had a brief moment of vulnerability, and now she’s going to hold it over my head until this cruise is over. I got up from the table, and ran away. Stephanie shouted:

“WHY DON’T YOU GO SEE HIM? TODAY IS HIS OFF-DAY. DID HE TELL YOU THAT WHILE YOU WERE SUCKING HIM OFF?” I couldn’t help but cry. I don’t deserve this.

Back at the elevator, I had a decision to make. I could go back to my room and act like nothing happened, or I could confront John. Wait, confront him about what? We never talked about this. I just made an assumption. I can’t be mad at him… he could’ve told me he was free today though… Fuck it. I want to go talk to him. I pressed the button that would lead me to the top deck.

I didn’t rush to room 505 this time, I walked slowly and pondered. Okay, I’m just gonna go in, and strike a conversation. A normal one, like the good old days. No sex today, won’t even talk about anything related to sex, I’m not interested. And maybe later, I’ll ask what he thinks about our relationship. Yeah, that sounds good. The door to John’s bedroom was in sight, when suddenly, it opened. Louise came out of the room, still dressed in business attire. But I noticed, she was fixing up her collar, and her skirt was crooked. It’s a scene that I recognized, she was scrambling to get dressed and leave the room. I knew it. He treats her just like another slut, she’s not special to him. He just slathers her with cum, and kicks her out the room once he’s done. Just like… just like me… No. That ends today. I’m going in there to nurture our relationship. I’m looking for something real. The secretary turned towards me, with an annoyed look on her face.

“Weren’t you told not to ask for Johnathan, and wait for him to summon you?” 

“Not the second part, no. And I didn’t ask for him, I was told he was here.”

“Hmph. So be it.” she walked away.

I knocked at the door, and entered John’s room. He was laying on the bed.

“Claudia… This is a surprise.”

“Heyyy, can we hang out and… talk.”

“Um… sure… We can do that. But take off your clothes first.”

“Hold on John. I really just want to talk.”

“I heard you. But there’s a rule you have to follow when you’re in my room, isn’t there? Will I have to remind you every single time? 

“...No sir.” I got undressed.

“No bras and panties today, I like it. So, what did you want to talk about?”

I can’t believe I didn’t think of how to start the conversation. I’m so embarrassed. When we were just friends, it was so much easier to just talk. I can’t even remember what we used to talk about back then. Everything is so different now.

Okay Claudia, small talk, small talk… The weather… no, that’s lame. The news? I’ve been on a boat for the whole week, I don’t know what’s going on in the outside world. What’s on my mind right now? Stephanie… I don’t wanna talk about her. Ooh, I know.

“The Eggs Benedict you recommended are really good. I think they’re my favorite now.”

“...That’s great Claudia.”

Damn it, that was horrible. I need to talk about something with substance, something I care about. Let’s see, let’s see… Can you refer me to a nail technician? I would love to have some long, acrylic, pink nails… That’s not a good topic. Maybe I can talk about Emmy, and what we did yesterday… the way we touched each other… I bet he would love to hear about that, hihi… OH MY GOD CLAUDIA. NO SEX TALK, REMEMBER? I’m at a loss. What do I want to tell him? I don’t know… All I can think about right now… is what’s in his pants. Let’s talk about that. That big, girthy, juicy cock. Matter of fact, I don’t want to talk about it, I just want it inside me, I jus-

“Claudia, you’re wasting my time. If you have nothing to say, just leave.” 

“I- I-” I couldn’t form a sentence. I don’t know what a normal conversation is anymore… I’m ashamed. On my way here, I thought I could just waltz in, and magically, things would go back to how they used to be. But here I am, naked, in a luxurious room, fighting the urge to jump on the bed and take his dick out. We can’t go back to how it was… I slipped my clothes back on and left in defeat.

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The degeneracy of the cruise is in full display here. Hope you liked it.

Chapter 5 might take a while to come out, so please be patient with me.

All feedback is appreciated

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I cant remember where I read it, I think it was AO3, but there was a mind control story where a girl was alone in a dorm, and her room mate had left for some reason leaving a sex robot behind. Over the chapters the robot slowly brainwashes the girl until the last chapter where she is giving birth to their offspring. Please help, its one of my favorite stories and its been MIA for awhile.