THE CREATION OF A BRAINWASHED SLUT
I open my eyes and the world starts to swim, bursts of light obstruct my vision and the head rush nearly makes me pass out again. I feel sick to my stomach as the room starts to take shape and I begin to see where I am. I try to move and realize that my arms are strapped down and my ankles are tied together. My first thought is panic. I start to hyperventilate before I make myself calm down to survey my situation. The room is white and there are tubes of colored liquid bubbling in beakers and test tubes on a table beside me. In the corner is a mass of papers and binders stacked on a computer desk holding three computers and a small black and white television set. I scan the room for a door and try to remember how I got here.
I try to recall basic things first – my name is Lisa, I’m 19 years old, I’m from New Hampshire....but when I try to recall more recent events, I find that much harder. My memory is fuzzy and incomplete, but the last thing I remember was walking into the club with my best friend, Lindsay. I fought to remember more and a flash of a handsome man buying me a drink went through my head. It is all I can remember. I have no idea what time it is or how far I am from home. I look for a clock, but there isn’t one in this sterile white room. The straps around my wrists are cutting into my flesh and the pain brings me back to the present. I struggle against the ties with no luck, besides making them a bit tighter.
Suddenly, a pair of white running sneakers comes into view on the pristine tile floor. I look slowly up, from the white sneakers to the khaki pants and then to a red polo shirt covered by a white lab coat. You are handsome and, for a moment, I forget that I am trapped and scared. I stare into your blue eyes and get lost in them. After a moment the panic starts to set back in when I go to lean forward and realize that my neck is bound to the chair as well. I feel claustrophobic for a moment and then you speak to me in a soft, soothing voice.
“Hello darling, I’m glad to see that you are awake,” you say. “I’ve been waiting for you to wake up.”
I look for a nametag on your coat but there isn’t one.
“Where am I?” I ask. “Who are you? How long have I been out? What day is it? Why am I here?”
“Slow down, sweetheart,” you chide. “You don’t need to know my name, cause you’ll call me only Master in short order. Right now, you are in my lab. It is 11 am and you have been out all night. We met last night at the bar, remember? I think you will be perfect for my latest experiment. I think I have it perfected now and we are going to find out.”
“What?” I ask, looking scared and confused. “I don’t understand. Please let me go. I won’t tell anyone. Please.”
“Honey, I would if I could, but I can’t. It is hard to find volunteers for these sorts of experiments you know. I’m sure you understand. You did say you are a science major in your freshman year of college, correct?”
Suddenly I get more flashes of what happened last night. I remember taking a final in my microbiology class before heading to the bar with Lindsay for some stress relief. You step behind me and I am left trying to piece together more of what happened that ended me up strapped in this chair.
A tray clatters behind me and the you come back into view holding strange looking silver helmet with an electric blue visor on the front.
“I’m sure you don’t remember much from last night, but we had a nice time; and we are going to have even more fun this afternoon. If you just relax and don’t fight it then you won’t get hurt. In fact, I believe it will be quite the opposite,” you purr in my ear. “I am going to put this on your head and attach some small pads to your body. They emit electrical impulses, but they won’t hurt, I promise.”
You attach probes to either side of my collarbone, to my wrists, to my temples and to the tops of my feet.
“I apologize for getting a bit friendly here,” you say as you pull up my shirt and fish your hands into my bra to attach to pads to my nipples and then lift my skirt with four more pads in your hand. I protest but you quiet me down with a look as you attach a pad to each of my thighs, one to my clit and one over my pussy. “And now for the crowning glory,” you say as you place the helmet in place on my head and adjust the visor.
I hear a computer boot up and immediately I see a soothing pattern of bright lights in my field of vision. Music begins to play, hypnotic and trace-like. A male voice speaks to me, soft and strong at the same time. The voice tells me to submit. I try to fight but I am drawn to the voice like a moth to a flame. It tells me to submit and obey. The lights intensify and the voice drowns out the music. It gets louder as small shots of pleasure start to pulse through my body where the pads are attached. The voice continues, telling me to give in, to let go to the pleasure. The lights and sound block out all of my other senses and all I am left is to give my body over to the waves of pleasure being pounded over me. The pads on my nipples, clit and pussy start to intensify and the sensation is almost too much to bear. I want to cum, I want to reach climax and explode. I just can’t quite get there. The voice tells me to submit, to obey and that, when I want to badly enough… when I beg for it, climax will be given to me. I start to scream.
“I will, I will obey! I want to submit. I want to be yours, I need it!” I scream into the silence of the room to the voice only I can hear. Within seconds the pads intensify again and I am pushed over the edge in the most amazing orgasm of my life. I am left panting and sobbing with pleasure strapped to the chair. I see you through the side of the visor, smiling and rubbing your hard cock through your khakis and the thought that you just watched me cum exhilarates me and makes my pussy tingle.
Just then the pulses of electricity change. They envelop my whole body and I can’t breathe or think. The pulses wrap around my body like a snake, crushing me. They overwhelm all of my senses and I feel, rather than hear, the voice this time. I try to fight it, but there is no use, it overtakes me.
“You are a slut, a whore, a play toy for the men who want you. You are nothing more than a game for them, something to be used and thrown away. You are a cum dumpster and you like it. You want it, crave it and need it. You are nothing without a cock inside of you and without one you become a sex starved maniac, like a person dying of starvation.”
It wasn’t like I just heard the words, it was more than that. I felt them, I believed the, I became them.
“You will be a toy, a fuck doll, you will submit to your master and any man with a cock may be your master. You will do as you are told and you will like it. Men will want your pussy, your mouth and your ass, and you will relieve them all with your tight little body. You serve no other purpose.”
The pleasure wraps around me like a fur coat with every word, it is like home. I do not remember what I used to be, nor do I care. My pussy is throbbing, begging for a cock to fill it and pound it hard. My tongue is practically begging for the sweet-salty taste of hot cum over it and down my throat. Every touch, every sound, every taste is heightened and when the needle enters my vein it sends me to another climax.
I look downward with my eyes and I see you with the needle in hand below the visor. It is plunged deep into my arm and a tube is running from a bag in your other hand. As the liquid enters my veins it burns like hot lava. The pain only lasts for a moment and then I begin to feel a change. It is like my body is morphing from the inside out. I hear a tearing sound and see that my shirt is torn open and I watch my bra spit in the middle as my breasts grow huge; round, full and firm. I want to touch them but realize my hands are still bound. I feel my waist shrink, like I am wearing a corset of skin and my complexion becomes flawless, tanned and perfectly smooth. My hair is blonder than I remember and cascades down over my breasts and pools in my lap. I look at my hands to see that my nails have grown and as I lick my lips I notice a fullness that was not there before. I look down and see the body that I always wanted to have, firm and tan with a nice round ass, a tiny waist and beautiful tits! I want to touch myself but the feeling is fleeting as the waves of pleasure begin again to swallow me. I climax again, hard and fast, my clit pulsing and throbbing, my pussy aching for a stuff cock to fill it. I scream out loud and then collapse back into the chair, my body limp and exhausted. I know my role now, I know what my job is, I know what I want and all I want is to serve.
You lift the helmet off of my head and my eyes are unfocused and a much prettier shade of green than they were before. I start to stir and you remove the straps at my wrists, ankles and neck. You help me out of the chair and I fall to my knees, clawing at your zipper, licking my lips. You pull me roughly to my feet.
“Not yet,” you spit. “Come with me.”
You lead me through a small white door I hadn’t seen in the lab. The small, plain door leads to a beautiful, ornate bedroom with a four poster bed and a massive walk in closet.
“Change,” you say as you give me a push through the door, “and wait for me to come back.”
You leave and I sort through the clothes to find the perfect outfit. I choose a short red plaid schoolgirl skirt with a tight white blouse and very innocent, simple white panties with a white push-up bra. I finish the outfit off with white knee-high socks and black platform Mary Janes that would be perfect on stage at a strip club. I admire my new body in the mirror and wish you would come back to join me. All I think of is you while I sit on the bed and wait.
You come back through the door with a look on your face that would shame even the most excited kid in a candy store. You ask me who I am.
“Yours, Master. I am yours,” I reply. “Your slut, your whore; I am whatever you want me to be and whoever you tell me to be.”
“Very good,” you say. “Your new name will be Heaven, remember it. And who am I?”
“You are my Master. You are the reason I exist. You are the reason I am. Without you, I would be nothing.” I respond.
“Excellent. And what is your purpose?”
“My purpose is to service you Master, to serve however, wherever and whenever I am wanted.” I say; as if read off of a cue card.
“Yes, that is correct,” you say.
“Now, Master, now may I please suck you. May I please take your cock in my mouth and service you. I answered all the questions correctly.”
“Get on your knees before you ask me anything, bitch,” you say.
I drop to my knees before you and continue to beg, reaching for your crotch and fumbling at the button and zipper on your khakis.
“I suppose,” you respond, “but you had better make it worth my while.”
I pounce forward and your pants are around your ankles before you know what hit you. I wrap my hands around your already-stiff cock and stroke you up and down, long, desperate strokes.
I look in your eyes and ask “May I, Master?” You nod your head and I swallow the whole length of you. All eight inches of you is deep in my throat and I moan with pleasure. I suck hard and deep, taking all of you in before sliding my ruby red lips back up your shaft to play with the sensitive spot under the head. I play figure eights with my tongue, wrapping and teasing. I suck your dick like I have never wanted anything more in my whole life. I lick you and play with your balls in my mouth, gently sucking each of them, making your knees weak and your breathing quicken. When I turn my attention back to your cock I can feel that you are getting ready to cum. I pull away from you and beg for you to cum in my mouth.
“Please, Master. Please shoot your hot, sticky load in my mouth and down my throat. I want to taste you. I want to show you what a good little slut I am. I want to prove that I can suck cock and that I love to swallow. Please let me make you cum and please, oh god, please let me swallow. Own me. Make me yours.” I beg.
You look at me with a bit of disgust on your face and I feel a harsh open-handed slap land on my cheek. It stings and I fight the tears that begin to come to my eyes.
“I will prove nothing to you, you stupid bitch. You are mine and I do not ever need to prove that to you, or to anyone else. You will suck my cock when I tell you to, you will bring me to climax when I say so and you will always, ALWAYS, swallow. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes, Master. I am sorry, Master.” I whisper.
Another slap falls on my cheek and you say, “Speak up, I can’t hear you.”
“Yes, Master. I am sorry, Master.” I repeat, loudly this time.
“Good girl,” you say. “You may make me cum and you may swallow.”
I dive forward and wrap my wet lips back around your cock. I bob my head up and down your shaft, lips and tongue working on you and I feel your body start to tense. Your cock pulses and you shoot your load into my mouth and choke me as your cum goes directly down my throat.
I am left panting and satisfied that you came for me but you aren’t finished with me yet. You order me to strip for you and to talk dirty to you while I do it. Twenty-four hours ago I wouldn’t have known what to do if a man told me to talk dirty to him, but now it comes as second nature. You say you want me to be a slutty little cock tease and the thought alone makes me wet.
I start by turning on the stereo in the corner of the room. When the music starts I start swaying my hips to the beat and gyrate my body in ways I didn’t even know I could. I shake my ass in your face while I tease you.
“You know you want this, you know you want my sexy body, you know you want your hard cock in my tight little hairless cunt.” I unbutton my blouse, one button at a time, teasing you with my beautiful tits just out of your reach. I drop the blouse on the floor and unhook the back of my bra. I throw it at you over my shoulder and all you can see is my exposed back. When I turn to you I am pinching my nipples, rolling them between my fingers and moaning in pleasure. I wind my way down until I am laying on the floor where I do a hot bump and grind on the carpet. I can’t help but to touch myself and my fingers get lost deep below the front of my thong panties.
“Take them off,” you order “but leave the skirt.”
I slide the panties down and off and you can see that fingers are deep in my own slit while my thumb caresses my clit. I arch my back like a cat and writhe on the floor. I take my fingers out of my pussy, look you straight in the eyes, and put both fingers into my mouth and suck them clean. That sends you over the edge and you are hard and ready again. You grab me and get both of my tits in your hands.
“Please, fuck my tits, Master! Please! I want to feel your hard cock slide in between them. Please tit-fuck me!” I scream.
You nod and throw me flat on my back on the floor. You spit on my breasts twice and stroke your cock for a moment before thrusting between them. You order me to hold them together and when I do you slap me again and tell me “Harder!” I push them together until it hurts and I can feel every inch of you slide snugly between them. I am lost in the sensation for a few minutes and then I am begging again. Seeing your cock slide in and out without any satisfaction for my aching pussy is sending me over the edge.
“Oh, god, oh, please fuck me! I need your cock in me, you are so stiff and hard! My pussy needs you so bad. Will you please fuck me?”
You give one last thrust so hard that it hurts and pin my shoulders to the bed with your strong hands. You position yourself over my and force my legs apart with your knees. You find my slit and, with one forceful thrust, you bury the whole length of you cock deep in my throbbing pussy. I scream out in pain and pleasure and wrap my body around you while you pump into me so hard I feel like I am going to split open!
“Yes, baby!” I scream. “Use me, fuck me and use me and make me your whore! I am nothing without your cock in me!”
“Damn straight.” you reply as you pull out and grab me by the hair. You jerk me over onto my hands and knees and bury your dick deep inside of me. You are deeper from this angle and it hurts. I cry out.
“Shut up!” you yell at me. “You will do what I want and you won’t complain about it! And if it hurts then I am just going to do it harder!”
I stifle my cries and muffle them by burying my face in the pillow. You continue to pound me from behind, burying every inch of yourself into my hot, tight little virgin pussy. I can feel the orgasm starting to build through the pain and I beg you to keep going, to go harder and to use me more.
“Oh, Master, I’m going to cum! May I please cum? I want to do it for you!” I cry.
Without a reply you thrust faster and harder, not giving me a choice, and I feel my clit start to throb and pussy start to pulse against your cock as you fill me with more than my body was meant to take. The climax washes over me like the ocean coming in waves. Just as I finish you pull out, lay back and lift me on top of you.
“Ride my cock like a good little bitch.” you order. “I’m going to make you cum again.”
You plunge me down on your cock and with the first thrust I am thrown back into a mind-blowing orgasm. I scream, pant and moan with my eyes rolled back in my head while my cum drips down your cock and pools at the base.
“You are a stupid little slut, but you are one hell of a good lay!” you exclaim while the last few thrusts nearly push you over the edge.
“Cum in me, please!” I scream, begging you to blow your load in my pussy. “I want to feel you in me! I want to walk around knowing your cum is filling me!”
“Maybe I will come on your face to mark you,” you taunt.
“Please, finish in me! PLEASE!” I beg desperately.
I rock my pelvis, grinding on you as hard as I can. You can hold back any more and you grab painful handfuls of my tits as you lose control and fill my cunt with your sticky load. Your body jerks and it send me into another climax and we cum together. We fall in a heap on the floor, and I roll onto my side, catching my breath.
Once you catch your breath you get up and sit in the chair and ask me to come to you. When I do, you grab me and put me over your knee. You give me a good spanking until my ass cheeks are red and stinging.
“You are a good fuck, you know that?” you say. “Go clean up and come back here for more orders. You have a busy afternoon.”
“Yes, Master.” I respond as I head to the bathroom.
When I am through I return naked asking for instructions on what to wear. I kneel in front of you waiting for my instructions.
“Well,” you say, “you will be a test subject for a panel of men who have offered to try out my new product. The product is you, honey, so the sluttier, the better…something easy access, because you can plan on having at LEAST three cocks in you at a time this evening. I have reservations for eight men tonight and you have an appointment with fourteen in the morning. Oh, and later on we will be headed back to the bar so I want you to call Lindsay and tell her to meet you there.”
“Yes, Master.” I reply as I head back into the closet to find just the right outfit to wear.