Sweetroru - Sans Titre

A girl, and a gamer?! AWOOGA!!

“So… can she hear us?”

“Yeah. Not totally clear how much she consciously understands, but she can definitely hear us and absorb what we’re saying.”

“So do we need to be careful what we say, then? I mean, can it mess stuff up if she, like… realizes what we did to her?”

“No. She might understand, she might not. No way of knowing. But it won’t have any effect on what she does or how she acts.”

I wanted to scream, to lash out. They were so close. I could have clawed their eyes out, smashed their heads together, kneed them both in the balls. But I couldn’t move. I was a prisoner.

“Will she respond if we speak to her? Directly, I mean?”

“See for yourself.”

“Okay. Um, Georgia? Can you hear me? Answer me.”

“Yes, I can hear you.”

Fuck, my voice sounded disgusting. All monotone and cloying and soft. Like some kind of robot. Look at the two of them, nudging each other excitedly. God, they’re disgusting.

“Holy fuck, that’s cool.”

“Go ahead, have her say something else.”

“Like what?”

“Anything you want. What’s something you’ve always wanted to hear this little ice princess say?”

“Hmmm… okay, here we go - Georgia, say ‘I’m a dumb little slut who’s dying for your cock’.”

“I’m a dumb little slut who’s dying for your cock.”

Jesus. That’s horrifying. I can’t stop myself. I’m just frozen like this… I need to get out of here. Whatever it is they drugged me with has to wear off eventually, right? I just have to make it through until then. Then I’ll escape, or call for help, or something. Maybe castrate these two sacks of shit first.

“Fuck, that’s awesome. Okay, let me think, what else-”

“Hang on. Enough playing around.”

“What? What do you mean? This is fucking hot!”

“True. But it won’t be much fun if it doesn’t last, will it?”

“What? What do you mean? This isn’t permanent?”

“Not yet. We need to move her to the next stage.”

Fuck, fuck, no, please, no! Goddammit, next stage? What does that mean? I need to get out of here. I need to fight this. Fuck, please, don’t let this happen…

“Georgia, look at me. Good. You’re going to do what I tell you to do. Correct?”

“Yes. I’m going to do what you tell me to do.”

God, no. Please, no, don’t… what’s he going to do? Fuck, fuck, fuck…

“Georgia, you do what we tell you to do. You say what we tell you to do. Correct?”

“Yes. I do what you tell me to do. I say what you tell me to say.”

It’s okay. It’s not going to be permanent. You’re going to get out of this. Don’t panic. Don’t panic, don’t panic, oh god don’t panic…

“Now, you’re going to think what I tell you to think. Do you understand?”

“Yes. I’m going to think what you tell me to think.”

Fuck. No. Fuck, please. He can’t do that. Can he? He can’t make me think things I don’t want to… can he? Oh god…

“Georgia, please think ‘I love how much control he has over me’ right now.”

I love how much control he has over me.

Oh god. Oh my god. That really worked. Fuck! Oh no. He can make me think things. He’s got… oh god, he’s got so much control over me, and… and… I love it. Oh god, it’s already working!

“Georgia, please think ‘I want him to keep telling me what to think’ right now.”

I want him to keep telling me what to think.

Oh my god. That’s… incredible. Fucking terrifying, but… he’s got so much control over me. I love that. He can make me think anything. I hope he does it again. I shouldn’t want that, but… god, I do, I really do.

“Georgia, please think-”

“How can you tell if it’s working?”

“Dude, shut the fuck up! Let me finish!”

“Okay, okay, sorry…”

“For god’s sake…”

“I said sorry!”

“Alright. Anyway. Georgia, please think ‘I’m going to be a slave forever’ right now.”

I’m going to be a slave forever.

It’s true. He’s got so much control over me. More than I realized. He controls my body. He controls my mind. And he’s making me want it. Making me love it. Oh god. I’m never going to be free.

“Georgia, tell me that you’re going to be a slave forever.”

“I’m going to be a slave forever.”

It’s true. Oh my god, it’s true.

“Georgia, tell me how you feel about that, and please be completely honest.”

I… oh god.

“Very, very happy.”

I’m going to be a slave forever.

…and I know that’s what she needs.  I’m just not the one to give it to her like that

Good toys are fun and don’t cum.