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PGAD - Chapter 16
🕑 Added 2022-05-27 16:07:57 +0000 UTC16.
Chris’ place was a small, undecorated one-bedroom apartment, far from Gen-U-Tech, as he could never have afforded the rent anywhere close to that part of the city. It normally took him over an hour to get home by bus, but today Sara treated him to a much quicker, more luxurious ride in her expensive coupe, arriving in less than 20 minutes.
It was the least Sara could do – after all, Chris was going to fix her. He’d said so. She was so incredibly grateful that the moment they walked into the apartment, she whirled around, shoving him up against the door as it slammed shut, and dropped to her knees, her hands eagerly unzipping his pants, and started blowing him. He didn’t last very long, but still long enough to finger herself to an orgasm as his cum dribbled down her chin.
Sitting on the lumpen, misshapen sofa in the dingy, little living room, Sara licked the lingering semen from her lips as she glanced around disinterestedly, still feeling pretty horny. That one climax hadn’t been nearly enough. Dimly, she wondered what kind of stuff Chris had here that Gen-U-Tech didn’t have. It didn’t look like he had much space to keep anything, but then again technology was really small sometimes.
Chris emerged from his bedroom holding a tablet in his hand. He was furiously swiping and tapping, making adjustments.
“Is that what you’re going to use to fix me?” Sara asked. It looked like the same kind of tablet she had. It seemed like they didn’t need to come all the way over here for that, but this one must be different somehow.
“Yes,” Chris replied curtly, without looking up, still swiping away. “Shut up.”
Sara promptly stopped talking. She needed to stop bothering him and let him focus on fixing her. It felt like a long time before he finally stopped and looked up at her. He took a deep breath and then let it out slowly.
“I’m going to apply the changes now,” he informed her, and then tapped the screen without waiting for any acknowledgment from her.
“Ahh!” Sara’s hands flew up to her temples as her head twitched and she winced. But a moment later, and the sensation was gone. She sat still for a moment, blinking.
“I think… I think it’s real good now,” she announced after a while. “I feel like… way smarter again.”
Chris snorted derisively. He held the tablet out, showing her the display, which was even more complicated and incomprehensible than the last time she had tried to use it, but still somehow vaguely familiar.
“This is Advanced mode,” Chris said. “It allows for far more granular customizations than the regular interface you’re familiar with.
“In fact, all of the regular interface settings are simply bundled macros, each a compilation of Advanced setting modifications.”
“Wha..?” Sara understood perhaps one out of every three words Chris had just spoken.
“Here’s what I just did,” he continued over her. “There is no regular quick setting for the changes I just applied. I had to engineer a series of changes to culminate in the overall desired impact.
“First, I increased suggestibility, susceptibility and subservience to the highest allowable levels. Then, I linked those attributes to increased dopamine, serotonin, norepinephrine and endorphin production.
“Do you know what that means?”
Sara only blinked again. Was he still speaking English?
“So umm… you did all that stuff to make me smart again?”
Chris simply smiled, shaking his head. “Allow me to demonstrate.
“Stand up!” he barked in a commanding voice. “You’re always to stand up when you’re in my presence, unless I’ve given you permission to do otherwise.”
Sara immediately bolted up from the couch, standing up at attention like a soldier. She didn’t know why she did; she just felt an irresistible compulsion to respond and comply. But as she did, a huge rush of pleasure, emanating from her head, instantly washed over her. Her hands went up to her face, first clutching, then rubbing and caressing it as a moan escaped from her lips.
“Unnnnnhhhhhhh…”
A wide predatory smile spread across Chris’ face.
“Get it now? You obey me. You want to obey me.
“It feels good to obey me.”
“Yea,” Sara agreed, dreamily, relishing the sensations still tingling throughout her body. “It does, it feels fuckin’ good to obey you…”
One of her hands was still on her face, toying with her thick, pouty lips, but the other had gone down between her legs.
“Shut up. Don’t speak unless spoken to. And you’re not to touch yourself unless I allow it. Do you understand me?”
“Yes,” Sara responded, her hands immediately going back to her sides. Another huge spike of pleasure washed over her, and she shuddered.
“And another thing,” Chris added. “Whenever you speak to me, you will address me.
“You will address me as ‘Master’. Get it?”
“Yes. Yes… Master… oohhhhhh….” Sara moaned breathlessly. Just saying the word nearly pushed her over the edge again. She wanted to touch herself so badly, but she wasn’t permitted to, and obeying made her feel good and want to touch herself even more. All she could do was stand there, letting the lubrication drip down her thighs.
“Good. Great.” Chris nodded, setting the tablet aside and started undoing his pants. It hadn’t been very long since the blow job, but programming Sara Davis into an incredibly hot bimbo slave had aroused him like nothing else. This truly was his fantasy come to life.
“Now get over here and suck me off again.”
“Yes… Master,” she groaned heavily, her eyes rolling back and fluttering with pleasure as she said it. She dropped to her knees and took his dick into her mouth once more.
***
Clean, slut, Sara told herself. Scrub it. Scrub it hard. Scrub it clean.
The bathroom and living room were already sparkling clean. She’d dusted, vacuumed, wiped down all of the glass and windows. She’d rubbed lemon scented wood polish into the cheap living coffee and end tables.
Now she was on her hands and knees in the kitchen, scrubbing the linoleum-tiled floor, in the scandalous, skimpy maid’s outfit that Chris had told her to put on. That he even had this readily on hand would have been an immediate red flag to someone with even a slightly higher intellectual capacity, but Sara didn’t question it at all. The hem was so short that her dripping sex was exposed to the cool air as she was bent over, toiling away. Sara loved every minute of it, even though it was a tortuous bliss. Complying with Chris’ orders had her brain awash in pleasure overload, but she was still under strict orders not to touch herself.
Her head was simultaneously blissfully empty as well as working on overdrive, on a lower, nearly subconscious level, processing all input against the instructions that had been provided to her. She’d received some additional directives while sucking Chris off for the second time: She loved cock in her mouth, craved it in fact. She was addicted to his cum and nothing was more delicious than drinking it down. But she also loved getting it squirted all over her face. The end result had been a short-circuiting struggle, alternating between sucking and swallowing Chris’ load and intermittently letting it out of her whore mouth to jerk a few hot, sticky jets of semen into her face before taking it back in and drinking more, all while she was cumming her brains out at the same time.
The mantra repeated itself over and over again on auto-pilot. Address him as Master. Obey Master’s every command. Stand in Master’s presence. Do not speak unless spoken to. You love swallowing Master’s cum. You love Master’s hot semen painting your face.
And the latest directive now: Clean. Clean, like a good slave whore.
Hours of cleaning and more cleaning had her tight little body continuously pumped full of pleasure neurotransmitters and so here she was on all fours, her giant tits hanging, threatening to burst out of the maid’s uniform, while she sweated and panted with her exertions and arousal, her skin wet and on fire.
Keep going, she urged herself. Clean it all, you dumb little whore…
Her tongue was hanging out like a dog as she crawled around, washing and scrubbing vigorously, her cunt leaking like a faucet. In fact, she had to double back and wipe her lubrication off the floor.
Your pussy’s dripping all over the place, you stupid bimbo, she told herself. You’re making a mess, a filthy, dirty mess…
It was too much. Even without any physical stimulation, the hours of continuous, escalating arousal, the excess of pleasure hormones, the illicit self-debasing thoughts, all sent Sara over the edge. Her panting grew louder and faster and then she began orgasming hands-free right there on the floor.
“Oh… oh… ohhhh… ohhhh. OHHHHHHH..!”
She grunted as the ecstasy washed over her, thighs clamped together, feet pointed outwards, her fingers curled into fists, nails digging into her palms even as her body weight threatened to make her arms give out. Her eyes were squeezed shut tightly as her hips bucked, humping nothing but air, her slit jetting thick streams of lubrication on the floor.
“Nnngggh! Ngggggh! Ngggggh!
“Nggggh… ohhhh.. ohhhhhhh…”
The grunting trailed off into groans as Sara’s orgasm began to subside, and she allowed herself to pause in her cleaning for just a moment as she caught her breath, trails of sweat coursing down the sides of her face.
“Did you just cum? Who said you could cum?”
Chris had appeared, standing above her, scowling. “Look at this mess. You’re supposed to be cleaning and you’re just making more of a mess.”
He pointed with his foot to the puddle of Sara’s female ejaculation. “Clean it.”
“Yes, Master.” She groaned again heavily as she said it, the pleasure spiking once more even as it had only just begun to recede slightly. She turned around on her hands and knees and began to wipe up her own fluids.
“Not with that rag, you stupid bitch,” Chris interrupted. “Clean it up with your tongue.”
“Yes, Master.” Sara shook and shivered, her eyes rolling back before she lowered herself down to her elbows, tits smashed up against the ground, her ass high in the air, and began lapping her cream up off the floor.
God, it felt so good to obey. She could feel her aching pussy drooling once more as she licked the floor. She reveled in the brainless pleasure, in being a dumb, submissive little sexpot.
In a moment it got even better. She felt Chris’ hands on her taut, tiny waist, and then his hard cock was entering her from behind, and he began fucking her like a mounted bitch in heat.
“Ummmm…mmmm… nnnngggh, mmmmm… urmmmmm!”
She made a series of lewd, muffled noises as she moaned while continuing to lap up her own pussy juices while getting nailed from behind. Even when Chris grabbed her by her blonde head, shoving her face down into the wet mess on the floor while he squatted above her, pounding away, her cheek pressed against the tile, she still stuck her tongue out, panting and licking.
“Guhh… nnnngggh… mmmm, uhhh, uhhhhh…”
Chris slammed himself hard before abruptly slowing down, apparently trying not to bust his load too early.
“You want it in the ass?” he panted, barely able to get the words out.
Sara paused, considering, her face still scrunched up on the floor, her rear raised up, Chris’ tool still buried deep inside of her. This was already pretty good…
Chris, seeing what the problem was, quickly changed tacks.
“You want it in the ass,” he commanded.
Things shifted around in Sara’s head and suddenly the status quo was no longer sufficient.
“Please, fuck me up the ass, Master,” she begged. Her pussy spasmed around his shaft at the thought of it shoved deep in her rear instead.
“Please, Master, please… I want it so badly…
“Please stick your big cock in my tight little asshole and butt fuck me, Master…”
She began wiggling and twitching her hips with need.
Sara felt Chris’ cock jump inside of her cunt at her smutty words, and he immediately drew out of her. She felt his wet, thick head rubbing first against her taint and then moving upward. Her eyes went wide as he entered her anus, bearing forward with firm, inexorable pressure.
“Unnnnh!” She called out as he filled her rear with his cock meat.
Sara squealed loudly as he pulled out and then drove in again, and then again, pumping her ass.
“Ooh, Master, it feels so good..!” Sara mewled, lost in pleasure. “Oh, Master, Master, Master…”
Each time she said it, her clit twitched, growing more and more engorged.
“Yea,” Chris rasped, thrusting away like a jackrabbit. “Gonna cum… gonna cum, right in your tight little ass…
“You want my cum in your ass?!”
Sara didn’t answer. She wouldn’t mind it one bit, but she was loving getting pounded in the rear. That was what she wanted.
Chris realized his mistake again and corrected himself promptly.
“You want my cum in your ass.”
And again, Sara’s wants and needs instantly shifted.
“Ooh, fuck yes, I do. I want your cum in my ass, Master, please…”
“As a matter of fact,” Chris added, his voice straining. “You love cum in your ass. When you feel a man cumming up your ass, it gets you off harder than anything.”
“Yes, Master,” Sara agreed, and the agreement itself sent another wave of neurotransmitters coursing through her addled head. “Oh, fuck, I can’t wait to have it…
“Give it to me, Master.
“Please, Master, give it to me…
“Please cum in your dumb little whore’s asshole…”
Chris was pumping frantically, slamming himself in and out with a desperate need of his own. Sara was using her taut fit muscles to keep herself steady, even as her shoulders and biceps began to burn holding up their combined weight. She had to be a good little mount for Master, a perfect fuckhole to receive his cum… His shaft was growing hot and extra-stiff, and she trembled in anticipation despite herself.
It was going to happen soon, but couldn’t happen soon enough. Sara needed cum in her ass so badly… She clenched her asshole, gripping, milking his dick, willing it to start erupting and give her what she so desperately needed.
“Please…!” Her voice was high, eager, as she pleaded with every fiber of her being.
“Gonna… Gonna…” Chris choked out and then gave a great roar as he slammed himself up to his balls, burying himself as deep inside Sara’s tight, perfectly-toned rear as possible and unloaded. The sensation of his hot, sticky semen filling her bowels was like a jolt of electricity straight to the pleasure centers of Sara’s brain.
“UNNNNNNGGGGGGHHHHHH!”
Sara came instantly, harder than she ever had in her life, her eyes going painfully wide, her body thrashing and twitching even as she was pinned on all fours. Her pussy was spraying all over, spattering her legs and the cabinets and tile. She shook and shivered and convulsed, feeling her eyes going cross, her tongue hanging out of her mouth, drooling, a mindless explosion of ecstasy evaporating all rational thought.
They both collapsed on the floor, chests heaving. Sara gazed up at the ceiling with unseeing eyes, generous amounts of semen leaking from her ass, a dazed, happy smile on her face.
Comments
Yarp Narp
This element of free will is what makes your stories a tad different from the rest. your chraracters are given a carrot of instant gratification that is too good for them to pass up even if they would not have agreed to it at the beginning of the story. It is quite refreshing.
Rikimaru
All of the stories I've written always revolve around mental corruption, with elements of but never explicit mind control. It's not that I don't like it, but it's just never worked itself into any of my stories in a particularly organic way before now. Hope you all enjoy my stab at it!
