by Amy Yao
“Use me…” Diana said those words, and she heard the sound of his zipper coming down. Another pulse of anticipation sprinted through her.
“I’m going to use you now,” but only because you asked so nicely. Oh, and I want you to know something, Diana. When you have this orgasm, your transformation will become permanent. I don’t know how it works exactly,” he said, his tone chiding, like this was just some sort of game and he needed to explain the rules. “So just relax. Enjoy the ride. And know that when I’m done with you, you won’t be able to think for yourself. More importantly, you won’t want to think for yourself. Doesn’t that sound nice and easy?”
Diana shook her head, but it was too late. He had his member out, and he was ready to take her. He reached down with one hand, gliding his fingertips along her thigh, along her skin. He grabbed her ass, pinching. She flinched, clenching tight. The muscles in her body went rigid.
Without realizing it, Diana began to bite down into her lower lip.
Waiting helplessly, she experienced tickles of sensation as his hands roamed along her body, exploring his new possession. Because at that moment, that is entirely what she became. Diana could feel it.
She didn’t know why the world had changed, how this guy could get away with it, but the truth was evident, right there in front of her. She felt it in his caresses. And then she felt it when he stroked her opening, teasing her crevice with one digit.
“You really are wet,” he said. “That must mean you are eager. Is that what it means?”
Unlike Erika, Diana couldn’t fight as hard.
“Yes,” she whispered. Maybe it was the programming. Or maybe, underneath her rough exterior, Diana was just a weakling, a female who was waiting to be claimed all this time.
Then he pushed forward, thrusting into her, claiming her. Because that’s what this was. He was the owner, and he took possession of her. Diana could feel it deep within her body.
Surrender overwhelmed her. She stopped thinking about her job, her ambition, all of those other priorities. They fell away, shattering, dissipating, evaporating.
Even if that old information still existed behind her eyes, Diana couldn’t bring herself to care about it. Why would she worry about numbers on the screen or impressing other managers? Right in front of her, there was this man, and he was her Master.
Nothing else could matter. Nothing else could seem important.
He pushed into her, thrusting hard, claiming her. Her body wasn’t quite ready. She felt the tension, the heat, the friction. Her fingers bunched up into fists, but she no longer tried to escape.
Diana understood her place. She knew that she was supposed to be owned, that she was now his. She was always going to be his.
With every thrust, he programmed her.
It wasn’t long before Diana started to cry out, moaning and whimpering as he claimed her with his cock.
Chapter 7: Order
David found himself sitting in front of Miranda’s desk again.
“You look satisfied,” she said. Usually, Miranda didn’t adopt that kind of casual tone with guests, but she didn’t think that David would mind. After all, she had seen this kind of reaction before. He had spent quite a bit of time with his new acquisition. What was her name again? Oh, yes, it was Diana. Miranda smirked, thinking about the dignity of such a name. Of course, she had read up on Diana. She was the kind of office jackass who did whatever she liked.
That was over.
Miranda despised office politics. That was one more reason to work at The Facility.
“I feel really good,” he said. He had his arms down on the sides of the chair. “But I need to know, how is my bimbo doing?”
“Oh? That’s what you’ve decided to do with her?”
“No, not exactly.” David smirked to himself, thinking about how the game would proceed. “I think it’s going to be good for you but I want to train her myself. I’m not going to simply have her programmed.”
"Whatever you like," Miranda said.
"I appreciate your help. Tell me, what you think makes a good bimbo?" David already had some ideas, but he was always interested in hearing a professional opinion. Besides, even if he didn't use all of those ideas on his wife, there was also Diana to consider.
"A good bimbo needs to learn to be dumb, obedient, and utterly subservient. She needs to be modest and humble, meaning that she knows exactly who she is in the greater scheme of things." Miranda paused for a moment, nodding to herself as though she were going through a checklist. "Yeah, that sounds about right. The thing about bimbos is that they can understand that they’re pretty, but they should realize that being pretty isn't good enough. They need to please their owners. They need to be giggly and bubbly and happy to serve."
"I like that idea. I like that idea a lot," David replied.
"Good. Would you like to see another menu? Here are some of the things other guys have done."
Erika found herself strapped down again, naked. The music was playing. The door opened, and David stepped into the room. He looked around, his eyes gliding over the curves of her body. He studied her breasts, her waist, her lips and her neck. He looked down at her pussy, he smiled, realizing right away that she was already wet.
What was it about the music? What was it about all of this that turned her on?
"You're trying to reprogram me," Erika said.
"Not trying," David replied. "Trying implies that there's some chance of failure. But we both know you're going to become my little plaything. We already know that you are."
"I am not!"
David pulled out a controller. Although Erika had the collar around her neck, it wasn't keeping her silent. On the contrary, he wanted to hear what she had to say. It was fun engaging in conversations with his pet wife.
"Let's see about that," he told her, and he pushed a button on his remote.
Erika immediately braced herself, thinking that she was going to get shocked. Instead, the shackles holding her wrists and ankles retracted. She was free!
"What do you want to do right now?"
Immediately, Erika knew. The awareness slammed into her, clear and undeniable: she wanted to go down on her husband. She wanted to get down on her knees and crawl over to her Master. She wanted to nuzzle his leg and his inseam with the tip of her nose and beg for the chance to suck his cock.
And yet, Erika wasn't going to degrade herself, not like that, not in front of this man.
"What do you want to do right now?" David repeated.
"I want to suck you off!"
He snapped his fingers and pointed. That sound reverberated through her body, just like the music, just like the hypnotic programming.
Erika started to move. She slipped off of the table where she had been strapped down. She fell to her hands and knees, just like a dog, and she crawled over to her Master. From there, she reached up with trembling fingers, and she gripped the zipper on his pants. She pulled his fly down, and she reached in, pulling out his erect cock.
He was so hard, so big!
"What do you want to do now? Show me."
Erika looked up, and she licked, starting right at the base of his shaft, slowly dragging the curves of her tongue up to the tip of his cock. Right away, she tasted his excitement.
The desire for more nearly overwhelmed her.
He reached down, sliding his fingers under her hair. He took a hold of her scalp, and he pulled her forward.
Erika didn't need to be told what to do.
"That's right. You're just a cock hungry slut, aren't you? You need to do this. You know who your Master is, and you want to serve him. Say it," he commanded.
"I'm a cock hungry slut, I'm just a dumb bimbo, and I know you're my Master," Erika said. The words just spilled from her lips. She couldn't stop them. She couldn't fight them. They fell out, and Erika soon had her lips around his shaft. She licked and sucked, worshiping this man with everything she possessed.
"Good girl," he said, growling t
hrough those words as she slurped on his cock.
He looked down at her, enjoying the visage of this defiant young woman on her knees, subdued and tamed.
He pulled her head back, only to push it forward again. He set the pace for her.
"There's something you need to know, Erika. I'm going to take a second slave."
Erika's eyes widened. What?
No, that wasn't possible. And yet, she had already seen other men walk around here with multiple girls on leashes. Why couldn't David do that same thing?
"You remember that bitch I met at work, Diana? Yeah, well she got herself into some trouble, so I'm going to take over her training. From now on, both of you are going to belong to me," he said. Then he pulled her hair back, and he reached down, wrapping his hand around his shaft.
"I'm going to come on your face now," he told her. "And when I'm done, you're going to say thank you."
Erika pouted, her lower lip bulging out. She didn't know if she was going to be able to resist the programming again. Would she be able to fight off that impulse? Already, Erika could feel it boiling in within her.
It would be so easy to surrender, to simply tell this man that she was grateful, that she loved sucking his cock. After all, there is this warm contentment, a deep satisfaction that filled her as she serviced him.
He gripped his cock, and he started to blow his load. She felt the warm, sticky goo against her cheeks, the ridge of her nose, along her lips.
Attempting to maintain some kind of dignity, Erika didn't move. She held her spot, determined to protect some shred of dignity.
Then he finished with her, and Erika looked up at him with big, nervous eyes. "Thank you, Master."
"Good girl," he said.
This time, he allowed Erika to walk.
As she looked around the same promenade as before, she had to wonder about everything that had transpired. At this point, she couldn't remember exactly how long she had been in The Facility. Days? Weeks?
Time had dissolved, losing any coherent meaning for this girl.
When Erika sat down in the salon, she didn't struggle, nor did she resist. She didn't argue. She didn't fight it all. She was going to be a good girl; she would do as she was told.
"Fresh makeup. Dye her hair again. Oh, and I want you to dress her up. Make her look like a nice, dumb bimbo for me."
For just a moment, Erika turned her head. She knew that she was supposed to fight this, that she should have argued or complained. And yet, she sat there. They didn't even use any restraints on her.
When Erika turned her head, she saw another girl sitting next to her. She had dark hair, at least for the moment. How long with that last? Erika didn't know that young woman's name, but she vaguely recognized her. Could it be? Was this Diana? Was she going to be her Master’s second slave?
Erika shook her head just a little bit as she tried not to worry about it.
David was back in their room, seated. He was playing with his phone when he heard the knock on the door. "Come in," he called out, his voice rippling with confidence, though he experienced something else. Excitement. It thrummed through his body.
Yes, he loved Erika, but he was looking forward to owning more than one girl. He was going to have fun training them, teasing them, humiliating them, using them.
But this would just be another step on their journey together.
He wondered if he was going to get a third girl. Maybe a fourth someday.
Smirking to himself, he shook his head. For the moment, he was going to focus on these lovely young ladies.
"Girls, it's good to see you again," he said. David watched them for some sort of reaction. Neither Diana nor Erika said anything. In fact, they kept their eyes aimed toward his feet. David dismissed their escort who quickly left the room. Now he looked at these young women.
Both of them were blond now. He liked that. He walked over to Erika, and he reached out, taking her by the hand. He pulled her forward. She took a step. He circled her, enjoying the scent of her perfume. It smelled like a mixture of bubblegum and cherries.
"Erika, I'm going to take both of you home. But I decided that one of you is going to get to be my slave, while the other one becomes my pet. What role would you prefer?"
Blinking once, Erika swallowed. After all of the programming, the many hours listening to the music, she didn't know what to say. It almost felt like trying to push through liquid. She was swimming through a haze of obedience. "I don't know, Master."
"Try," he said.
She blinked again, disoriented and confused. Then she realized something. The music, the hypnosis, it really had made her dumber. When the others called her a bimbo, she hadn't believed it. But now, she recognized the truth. She was a dumb girl, a silly girl. She could be pretty, but that was all.
"I want to be a slave, Master."
"Why is that?"
Diana stood a few feet back. She looked like she wanted to move. That probably made sense. David was fairly certain that Diana hadn't received the same level of programming.
And yet, she still knew her place; she understood that she had to stand there and remain quiet. Her Master wasn't interested in her opinion, so even if she wiggled and squirmed in place, she still wouldn't draw undue attention to herself.
"A slave gets to be a person?" Erika said, her voice tinged with uncertainty.
"And a pet? What does a pet get?"
"A pet is only an animal," she said.
"So you think that if you're my slave, I might be a little bit nicer to you? You think you have a little bit more dignity?"
"Yes, Master," Erika said, mostly because she couldn't think about lying to this man.
David considered her for a moment. Then he leaned in. "You're a good girl. I like you much better this way. You're better when you're not a manipulative bitch."
The old Erika would have resisted; before she came to this place, she would have indignantly shouted something back at him. But right then and right there, she knew she had to be a good girl.
"Yes, Master. I just want to please you." She spoke the truth. Erika couldn't imagine any other priorities.
"And what about you, Diana? What do you want to be?"
Clenching her jaw, the other girl didn't say anything. David smirked, enjoying of the gleam along her blond hair. She really was very pretty like this. He loved the way she seemed to struggle to look back at him. Diana was supposed to be a businesswoman, after all. She had probably focused a lot of her time and attention on appearing severe and dangerous.
"What you want to be?"
"I want to get out of here!"
"Nope," David replied.
Diana didn't say anything.
"What's it going to be? Are you going to be a pet or a slave? Answer or I'm going to let my wife pick."
Diana grimaced, hating the fact that she had to say something. Because if she didn't, she believed him.
"I want to be the slave," whispered Diana.
"Oh, it looks like the two of you are going to have to settle this. I wonder, what could we do?"
He looked back at the two women. "I'm going to make this very simple for you. Whoever can get the other girl to come first will get to choose her role. Granted, this isn’t going to last forever. The loser will have another chance, maybe in a couple of weeks. Maybe in a couple of months." He shrugged. "Who knows?"
Suddenly, the two women looked back at one another, almost like they could hardly believe what they were hearing. And yet, they recognized the truth of their situation. In theory, they could have tried to work together, to somehow resist. But that wasn't going to work. That wasn't going to happen.
"Get started," David commanded.
He stepped back, crossing his arms over his chest.
All at once, the girls relaxed before tensing, their shoulders tight as they stared at one another.
"I don't want to do this to you," Diana said. Maybe this was a last-ditch effort to get an ally. It wouldn't do any good.
The other girl fell on her back. She kicked out with her feet, frantic.
David stood back, watching as the girls rolled around on the floor. He grinned, enjoying the show. Erika had been a brat. That much was true, but he didn't know who he wanted to root for now.
Diana was probably stronger. More importantly, she took advantage of her slightly greater size. She rolled to the left, getting Erika underneath her. She grabbed Erika by her wrists. "I'm not going to do this to you!"
"It's me or you!" Erika hollered back.
Diana seemed to think about this for just a second, less than a second.
Then her hand went down, reaching for Erika's pussy.
"I bet you're horny," Diana gasped.
That was it.
Erika squirmed around as she felt the other girl started to finger her. David grinned again, grateful for the show.
He loved this. He loved knowing that these two girls were going to fight for the privilege of serving him.
Erika started to moan. Pretty soon, she would have no choice; an orgasm would roll through her body.
Before that could happen, she slipped free of Diana's hold on her. She grabbed the other girl’s wrist, yanking it away. Then she rolled to the left, slipping out from underneath Diana. The two girls kept wrestling. Diana tried to regain her hold on the smaller girl. It wasn't enough.
Erika jumped up onto her feet. Diana matched her, going maneuver for maneuver. Erika threw herself forward, wrapping herself around Diana's waist. She pushed the taller girl down, pinning her in the next moment.
Diana started to kick. She flailed out with her arms. She may have had the advantage when it came to size, but that wasn't good enough. She tried to roll, but Erika seemed to match her momentum, pushing the bulk of her weight down to counter every one of Diana's movements.
"I'm going to be the slave, and you're going to be a pet! Our Master is going to make you eat out of a dog bowl!"
That may very well have been true, David reflected with a knowing smirk.