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Hypnotizing Ronni (MF, ws, mc, huml, nc, v)
by Richard the Black (blackrichard@juno.com)
***
Damien gets tired of being sweet, innocent Ronni's 'best
friend and the big brother she never had' and hypnotizes
her into being his fuck slut.
***
Chapter 1: HYPNOSIS
"I really don't know about this, Damien," Ronni said
dubiously, looking at the heavy gold... well, gold
colored, it certainly wasn't real gold... chain I had
dangling from one hand.
'Dubiously' because Ronni is too sweet and good-natured
to really be suspicious, although she should certainly
have been suspicious of me, because if tonight's
experiment worked, I intended to take advantage of her
sweetness and good nature in every conceivable way. But
of course, she didn't know that.
"Oh, well, I DO know about this, Ronni," I told her,
smiling. "It's absolutely not going to work and I'm going
to look like a complete idiot. But you're used to that,
right?"
She smiled back at me, a little reluctantly, but I could
tell that my reminding her of my usual bungling
incompetence had reassured her. "Are you sure Nancy told
you she couldn't come tonight?" she asked, plaintively,
but I could tell she was going to go through with it.
Thank God I'd come up with the 'Nancy will be there too'
stratagem; it had allayed her fears just enough.
"I told you," I told her, forcing faux patience into my
tone, "she had to work at the dining hall late. She
couldn't help it." Actually, I'd had Nancy initially
agree to act as our 'chaperone' and then call at the last
minute, after Ronni had shown up at my place for the
session, to tell us that she couldn't make it.
There was no need for Ronni to know that ever since I'd
accidentally discovered that Nancy had stolen $2200 from
the dining hall bank deposit bags the previous semester.
I owned her ass, and taking part in this little charade
was the least of the services I routinely forced Nancy to
perform for me. Besides, if everything went well tonight,
Ronni would soon have her very own first hand experience
at being owned by me.
But no, Ronni didn't need to know any of that. The point
of the exercise had been to reassure Ronni enough that
she would actually show up and let me try to hypnotize
her, and it had worked like a charm. So far, anyway. Now,
if the instructions in the damn book only worked just as
well, I was in like Flint.
Ronni sighed and flipped her wavy mid-brown hair back out
of her eyes with a toss of her head. "Okay, okay," she
said, looking long suffering and put upon, which is a
fairly common expression when Ronni is dealing with me.
Don't get me wrong; we're friends, in fact, we're even
close friends, and have been ever since we met at the
start of the previous semester. But Ronni is painfully
aware of my near obsessive physical crush on her since we
tried dating back when we first met, and I am just as
painfully aware that (a) she's saving herself for
marriage, and (b) if anyone is going to convince her
otherwise, it will have to be someone she finds a lot
more physically attractive than she finds me.
It had taken every ounce of charm I had and quite a lot
of really humiliating apologizing/groveling to get her to
forgive me for trying to shove my tongue down her throat
while grabbing her boob on our second date. I'd managed
it, and in fact, she and I had even progressed to
'friendly' displays of affection like hugs and brief
mouth busses good night and I could even put my arm
around her shoulders once in a while if we were seeing a
movie together... but we had the firm understanding that
we were 'just good friends'. Or she did, anyway.
Me, I'd just decided on another approach.
Ronni is a sweet girl, and a very beautiful one, but she
has health problems... asthma, and some bad allergies,
including a very nasty case of lactose intolerance. I'd
mentioned to her casually that some of these conditions
had been known, in the past, to respond well to hypnotic
suggestion, and she'd shown mild interest. I'd thought
about that for a while and finally decided to take a
shot.
So I'd gotten a few books out of the library on
hypnotism, and then told Ronni some bullshit story about
needing a project to write a paper on for a psych class.
Ronni is very sweet and very trusting, even with guys she
shouldn't be sweet or trusting with like me, so after a
little coaxing, and the promise that Nancy would be there
too, she'd consented, mostly because I think she was
pretty sure I couldn't do it, and maybe with a little
hope that if I could, it might actually help with her
asthma.
You may be getting the feeling that I'm not a very nice
guy, given what I mentioned in passing about my
relationship with Nancy and what I was setting Ronni up
for. Let me just say that if you're a heterosexual male,
then the only reason you could possibly think that way is
because you've never met either Nancy or Ronni. Jan
doesn't come into this story so I won't bother describing
her, but Ronni is 5'8" of sheer brunette heaven in a
sweet, innocent, sincerely, tediously decent Good Girl
package. 18-years-old, with shoulder length, somewhat
wavy brown hair a shade between dark and light, big hazel
eyes she hid behind oversized plastic framed glasses, a
cute little pug nose, a blunt chin and a wide, full
lipped mouth making up an oval, nearly plain peasant
girl's face that became remarkably pretty when she smiled
one of her shy, hesitant little smiles...
But it was from the neck down that Ronni was a traffic
stopper, at least in potential, if she'd ever shuck the
little girl bib overalls and baggy colored t-shirts and
cotton checked lumberjack shirts and old loose jeans she
preferred to wear everywhere, and put on something tight
and skimpy enough to show off a body that was hot enough
to blister paint. Flat stomached, high-titted with a set
that had to be at least 36Ds, perfectly round with just
the slightest, sexiest little hint of bobble-sag, and a
wide hipped, tautly rounded ass sitting on top of a pair
of legs shaped so perfectly they could have been sculpted
by Michelangelo... my God. I couldn't even look at Ronni
without having to fight the urge to shove her to her
knees and fuck her mouth until her eardrums popped.
And, of course, she absolutely meant it when she told me
she was going to stay a virgin until she got married, and
unlike many girls who say that, she didn't mean just
technically a virgin, either. (Although, as far as that
goes, from what discussions on sex we'd had, Ronni had no
intentions of ever doing anything BUT conventional
fucking in the missionary position even after she got
married... she'd caught me with some hardcore once and
spent a good several minutes telling me how disgusting
the idea of blowjobs were, and I think she was too
shocked to even speak when she turned a page and saw a
chick taking a monster dick up the ass.)
But if my plan worked, well, there was going to be a
radical adjustment to Ronni's attitude, to say the least.
"Okay," I said. "Are you ready?" I held up the gold chain
so it hung down from my thumb and forefinger, lightly
swinging back and forth. "You know the drill... just like
in Scooby Doobie Doo. Focus on the chain, listen to my
voice. The chain and my voice are your whole world,
Ronni. Sit back, get comfortable, relax, and watch the
chain. Listen to my voice. The chain and my voice are
your whole world, Ronni. You only hear my voice, you only
see the chain. The chain and my voice are your whole
world, Ronni..."
The book had stressed monotonous, soothing repetition of
words and movement, to rivet the attention and induce a
sense of lethargy, and, if the subject was cooperative
and responsive, a trance state. I'd written out a little
speech before hand, stressing the same patterns of words
over and over again. The book had also stressed patience;
most would be hypnotists give up inside a minute, and it
often takes several minutes of careful repetition to put
a subject into a trance the first time. So I watched her
carefully and repeated myself, varying the words but not
the phrases or the cadence or the tone, and keeping the
chain swinging back and forth, reflecting the light from
my desk lamp, in the exact same arc of space.
After several minutes of making myself carefully do this,
I realized Ronni's eyes looked different somehow, and
then realized, with a feeling of mild shock, that the
pupils seemed to be almost completely black... her irises
had grown so large they'd nearly blocked out the hazel
orbs of her pupils themselves. I remembered from an SF
novel I'd read that that indicated a subject was
fascinated with whatever they were looking at.
"You can now feel yourself growing sleepy, Ronni," I
said, moving into the classic next stage, deepening the
trance. "Although at the same time you still feel alert
and can continue to hear my voice, and in fact, my voice
is now your whole world, because you are also too sleepy
to move or keep your eyes open. My voice is your whole
world, Ronni, and you are warm and comfortable and feel
wonderful and your body is too heavy and comfortable to
move and your eyes are too heavy to keep open. My voice
is your whole world, Ronni, and your eyes are closing,
but in your mind you can still see the chain swinging
back and forth, back and forth..."
To my silent amazement, Ronni's eyes blinked a few times,
and then slipped firmly shut as I said this. Part of me
was sure she was just playing a joke on me, but one of
Ronni's few failings is that she has absolutely no sense
of humor. Could this really be happening?
I put the chain down, watching to see if she would
somehow react to that, but no, she sat there placidly,
eyes closed, face calm, body entirely relaxed sitting
back against the bolster running behind my bed, looking,
if anything, contented and happy.
But I didn't dare get TOO excited and rush ahead;
everything had to be done step by step. While it's not
true that you can't hypnotize someone into doing anything
they wouldn't do when they were awake, you do have to
very carefully implant suggestions and ideas that your
subject will accept without difficulty, all leading up,
eventually, to the place where you want them to be.
"You feel wonderful, Ronni, and part of you is very
awake, but another part of you, the part that is normally
awake, is getting sleepier and sleepier. You are sinking
deeper and deeper into yourself. My voice is everything
to you, it is the most beautiful music you have ever
heard, you love my voice and need my voice and all you
want to do is listen to my voice and obey my voice. You
are sinking deeper and deeper inside yourself, Ronni, but
you can still hear me, can't you, Ronni? Tell me if you
can hear me."
"I can hear you," she said, calmly and lucidly, eyes
closed, her face and body limp and relaxed, but her voice
not at all sleepy.
"How deep are you inside yourself now, Ronni? Don't worry
about it, just tell me."
Without the slightest pause, she said "I am about a foot
above my center, Damien."
"Go deeper, Ronni," I told her. "You need to. Go to your
center, Ronni, where it's warm and you are safe and you
can listen to my voice, which is the same as the sound of
your heartbeat, Ronni, and which can never lie to you or
deceive you or cause you harm."
"Yes, Damien," she said placidly, and then, "I am at my
center now, Damien."
"How do you feel, Ronni?" I asked her.
"Warm," she said, sounding quietly happy. "Nice.
Wonderful. Floatie."
"That's good, baby," I said. "Can you tell me about my
voice? What is it like? What does it mean to you?"
"I love your voice, Damien," she said solemnly, like a
nine year old reciting a memorized poem at school. "It's
my whole world. It makes me feel safe."
I couldn't resist any more. "Ronni, you feel wonderful,
very relaxed and warm, and your body is much, much too
heavy and sleepy and tired to move at all... but it's a
nice sleepiness, like after you've stayed up all day and
played outside a lot and now you're getting ready for
bed. I want you to concentrate on my voice and not pay
any attention to anything else, Ronni."
"Yes, Damien," she said agreeably.
With trembling hands, I reached out and unbuttoned the
soft plaid cotton shirt she was wearing, opening it all
the way down and pulling it back to bare her torso. Her
full, perfectly rounded, lush breasts were held in an
obviously not new, very conventional looking white cotton
bra, although, to my delighted surprise, when I looked
closely I saw the fastener was in the front... Ronni must
find front-catch bras more convenient to put on, with
that rack. That would make things easier by far. I
twisted it open and slipped her bra cups off of her
breasts, tucking them back to either side under her
opened shirt.
Ronni's breasts were beautiful, as I'd always suspected;
not only full and round and firm but with pretty, quarter
sized, light brownish nipples, which shaded to perky pink
nubs at their center. I sat down on the bed next to Ronni
and took her breasts into my hands and began to play with
them, gently, squeezing them softly and running my thumbs
over her nipples. Oddly, I couldn't make them erect,
probably because she was ignoring everything but my
voice.
I played with them for a few minutes, then leaned down
and kissed and sucked on each one for a few seconds. It
was fun, but not as much fun as it was going to be...
well, back to work.
I sighed and moved back to my chair, leaving Ronni the
way she was. She sat there placidly, her tits exposed on
my bed, her nipples gleaming faintly from my mouth.
"All right," I said, and took a deep breath. A few things
I had to do first, and I couldn't forget. "Ronni, you are
a perfectly healthy girl. You do not have allergies or
asthma. You are strong and well and you feel wonderful
all the time. Your body is your friend, not your enemy,
and you are completely at home in it and comfortable with
it. You are smart and sweet and you have friends and you
know that people love you. You know that I love you."
Ronni's face seemed to shift a bit at that and I could
see her eyes moving under her closed lids. After a second
or so, she said "Yes, Damien."
"Yes, Damien, what, darling?" I asked her.
"I am perfectly healthy," she said, almost chanting, her
voice very sweet and mellow and absolutely certain. "I do
not have silly allergies or asthma. I am strong and well
and I feel wonderful all the time. My body is my friend
and I am at home in it and comfortable with it. I am
smart and sweet and I have friends who love me. And I
know that you love me. I am happy that you love me,
Damien."
I smiled. "All right, Ronni, now listen... Ontario. What
place name did I just say, Ronni?"
"Ontario," she said instantly.
"That's right, sweetie," I said. "And when I awaken you
and bring you up out of your center again and you are
Awake Ronni once more, not Sleeping Ronni, you will
remember everything we did and everything we said up
until I said that place name. What was it again?"
"Ontario," she repeated, sounding pleased.
"That's right, Ronni," I said. "But baby, do you remember
me doing something with your sexy tits?"
She frowned. "I was only listening to your voice, Damien.
I am only listening to your voice now."
Bingo! So, yes, I was covered; she would remember
everything we'd done and everything we'd said, but only
as it was referred to by my voice. So I didn't need to
specifically remove the memory of me molesting her tits.
Still... "Ronni, you won't remember this specifically
when you are Awake Ronni, but you like having me play
with your tits. You love it when I touch them and kiss
them and suck them. You like it so much that whenever you
and I are alone together, without even being aware of it,
you will strip down so you are topless for me, and you
will let me do whatever I like with your boobs and love
it without worrying about it."
"Yes, Damien," she said contentedly, as she sat forward
and began dreamily taking her open shirt and bra all the
way off for me. I watched with delight as she put the
garments on the bed beside her and sat back, topless.
"Ronni, can you suck your own nipples?" I asked her.
"I don't know, Damien," she said. "I've never tried."
Figured. This was one repressed girl; to have a set like
that and not even try to get her tongue on them...
"Ronni, do you masturbate?"
"No, Damien, I'm a good girl," she said placidly.
"Ronni, from now on, when you are Awake Ronni, you will
masturbate whenever you get a chance... whenever you are
by yourself, you will play with your pussy and your clit
and make yourself feel good and bring yourself to orgasm,
and you will... try to suck your nipples, Ronni, let's
see if you can do that."
Ronni obligingly lowered her chin, put her tongue out,
lifted one heavy breast in both hands and easily brought
her nipple to her mouth. She began to lick at it and then
closed her mouth around it and began suckling it like she
was nursing. "That's nice, Ronni, you love that, see if
you can do it one handed." Ronni moaned a little as she
slurped and obligingly took one hand off her tit,
shifting her grip with the other hand to hold it in place
as she licked and sucked. "Now, Ronni, unsnap your jeans
and put your hand inside your panties and play with your
pussy while you do that."
Ronni obeyed me but it was awkward with just one hand, so
I moved over and helped her, unsnapping her jeans and
unzipping them and pulling them as open as I could. Her
hand slipped under her off-white, boring panties. "Ronni,
lift your butt up a sec," I said, and then pulled her
jeans down off her ass to around her knees, and pulled
her panties down too. Her pussy smelled sweet and was
covered with dense curly dark brownish black hair. I
decided to shave it for her and show her how so she could
do it herself before I let her go tonight.
"Now, let me show you," I said, and I guided her fingers
to her cunt, showing her where to find her clit (it took
me a few seconds) and how to slip her fingers up into her
opening. She wasn't lubricating much, so I said "Ronni,
you love this and find it very exciting and your pussy
will get very wet and stay very wet whenever you are by
yourself or with me."
She promptly lubricated nicely, almost squishy, and began
fingering herself with more enthusiasm. I looked up and
saw her nipples were hard, too. "Suck each nipple in turn
while you play with your cunt, Ronni," I told her. "Now
try to make yourself cum."
I've never been big on porn about girls masturbating...
I'd much rather see them doing something to someone
else... but I was fascinated watching Ronni suck her own
nipples, her hand holding up first one as she licked and
kissed and nursed at it, then the other, back and forth,
while her fingers played with her cunt hungrily. She
seemed to find something that worked for her; she had her
two middle fingers bent and pushed up her pussy and the
heel of her palm rubbing against the top of her mound
hard, where her clit was. Her index and pinky finger were
rubbing up and down on her lips. She started groaning as
she sucked her nipples and then I saw her start to
shudder and buck on the bed. Under my tutelage Ronni had
just had her first orgasm.
"Did you like that, Ronni?" I asked her as she continued
to somewhat more slowly play with herself. "You can stop
sucking your nipples now if you want."
She let her breast relax back down to her chest and
smiled, her eyes closed. "That was great, Damien. Can I
do it again?"
"You can do it whenever you want to when you are by
yourself, Ronni, and I want you to," I said. "And when
you are alone with me, if you want to do it, I want you
to ask me if you can."
"Thank you, Damien, can I do it again right now?" she
asked me, sounding like a kid on Christmas.
"First lick your fingers off, Ronni," I said. "You love
the taste of pussy juice. The thought of licking pussy
juice off your fingers makes you very horny."
She obligingly licked her fingers off, doing a
painstaking and thorough job.
I then had her put her fingers back in her cunt, telling
her that was the place they should be as a default
setting, if she didn't have anything better to do with
them.
Then I went back to programming her. My dick was
uncomfortably hard in my pants, so I slipped my jeans off
at this point, ready for more fun... but I had to go step
by step.
"Ronni," I said, "Remember the place name I told you?"
"Ontario," she said, pleasantly.
"Yes. Ronni, everything we say and do after I said that
word, up until you are Awake Ronni again, you will not
remember when you are Awake Ronni. Do you understand?"
That would cover me teaching her to masturbate, of
course. "You will obey my voice and you will follow all
my voice's directions and instructions, but you will do
so naturally, with each thing you do occurring to you
naturally as part of your routine, which you will perform
without thinking or worrying about. You will not remember
anything I say or you say or we do after I said that
place name while you are Sleeping Ronni, but all my
instructions will still be in force and you will obey
them because you trust me and my voice means everything
to you."
"Yes, Damien," she said complacently.
"Tell me what I instructed you, baby," I said.
She calmly repeated my instructions back to her, changing
some of the words slightly to words and phrases of her
own, which told me she really did understand all my
instructions. I smiled. "Now, how do I feel about you
again, Ronni?"
"You love me, Damien," she said, and sighed contentedly.
She was working her fingers in her pussy slowly as she
said it.
"That's right, sugar. And how do you feel about me,
Ronni? You have to tell me the truth. It's okay. I won't
be hurt."
She hesitated a little. "I... I am not sure how I feel
about you, Damien. I care for you very much as a friend,
of course. I... have a little bit of a crush on you but I
know you want sex and I have to be good and not have sex
except with my husband. I..."
I was stunned to hear Ronni was at all physically
attracted to me, even a little; she'd sure as hell hidden
that well! But she was going on. "...sometimes when you
hold me or give me a kiss I like it a lot so I make you
stop because I have to be good and we are just friends."
"Do you trust me, Ronni?" I asked her.
"Of course, Damien," she said, unhesitatingly. "Your
voice is my whole world and you will never lie to me or
hurt me or let anyone else hurt me. You love me." To my
surprise, she giggled. "Plus you showed me how to give
myself a bitchin' orgasm, Damien!"
I laughed. "Then listen to me, Ronni, and I will tell you
how you feel about me," I said, feeling very excited and
working hard to keep it under control. I didn't want to
blow this now...!
"Yes, Damien," she said placidly.
"You love me, Ronni," I told her. "You not only love me,
you practically worship me. You adore me. To you, I'm
like your big brother; you know I'll take care of you
always, and you trust me completely, and think about me
all the time, and all you want in the world is to make me
happy and give me pleasure, because you know that I will
always take care of you and never let anyone else hurt
you or be mean to you."
Ronni had, in fact, told me back when we'd stopped dating
that I was like a big brother to her, which is, of
course, the standard blow off line, but since then she
had often called me 'big brother' and I frequently called
her 'baby sis', so working that into my instructions
would seem very plausible and valid, since it originally
came from her.
"In fact, Ronni, although you will not consciously
remember this, you know that I really am your older
brother, and you are my baby sister, and we are truly
family, and we will always be very, very close."
"Yes, Damien," she said, sounding quite pleased. "Yes, I
love you, you are my big brother and you will always take
care of me and I trust you totally. I am your baby sister
and you love me." Her fingers slid out of her pussy now
and moved up to find her little clitty and she gave a
tiny moan.
"And, Ronni," I said, "not only are we brother and
sister, but we are lovers, too. You are passionately in
love with me. You want me sexually. You fantasize about
me all the time. You are not consciously aware of it when
you are Awake Ronni, but it is true. You love me deeply,
and want to be with me as a lover, and give yourself to
me in any way I desire.
When Awake Ronni plays with herself like you are doing
right now, she will think about having my cock in her
mouth, about swallowing my cum, about taking my cock up
her pussy and her ass, about jerking me off, about
getting my cum all over her, about all the different ways
she can please me. Sleeping Ronni knows that, and loves
me and wants me. Awake Ronni is not consciously aware of
it, just as Awake Ronni is not consciously aware that we
are truly brother and sister, but you will behave that
way when awake anyway, and simply not notice you are
doing so. Do you understand?"
"Yes, big brother," she said. "I love you and want you
and I have fantasies about you. I am thinking about your
cock in my mouth right now. I won't remember when I am
Awake but I will still feel that way and behave that way.
But I am Asleep now and I love you so much, Damien! And I
want you so much!"
"All right," I said, very pleased. "Now, Ronni, I'm going
to give you some instructions and you need to listen
carefully, all right?"
"Yes, big brother," she said, very attentively. Her mouth
had fallen open a little, and I noticed her tongue tip
slowly running around the circle of her lips as she
rubbed her clit.
"Ronni, from now on whenever you are Awake Ronni, you
will dress to please me without being aware of it. We
will go shopping together and you will buy clothes that I
want you to wear and you will wear them for me from now
on. You will not notice it, even if someone comments on
it, you will respond as if it is normal but pay no
attention and not worry about it. You will be very
physically affectionate with me when we are together from
now on and behave like my girlfriend, but you will not be
aware of that either.
We will touch, hug, hold hands, and kiss, in public and
private, and you will behave the way you really feel
about me, but you will not know this consciously. If
someone mentions it to you, you will not worry about it.
If you hear me talking to someone about you, you will not
worry about it, no matter what I say. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Damien," she said calmly. "I will behave like your
girlfriend when we are together but I will not remember
or know that I am doing so. I will believe we are still
just friends although I will be acting out the way I
really feel for you, which is that I am your younger
sister who is deeply in love with you. I will not hear or
pay attention or be bothered by anyone commenting on any
of this, and I will not be bothered by anything I hear
you say about me."
I smiled. "Ronni, what place name did I say a little
while ago?"
"Ontario," she said instantly.
"Ronni, when you are Awake Ronni and you hear me say that
word while I am holding your hand, you will immediately
become Sleeping Ronni and hear only my voice. Do you
understand?"
"Yes, big brother," she responded.
"As Sleeping Ronni you will remember how you really feel
about me, of course, and you will remember all the things
we do together, although you will not remember that I
gave you instructions to feel that way, or in fact, that
I give you instructions at all. You will simply know
consciously that you love me and I am your big brother
for real and you want me and need me and we are destined
to be lovers and mates forever. And if you hear me say
that place name again while you are Sleeping Ronni, you
will immediately become Awake Ronni. Do you understand?"
"Oh, yes, Damien," she practically cooed. She sounded
like she was actually happy I was psychically raping her.
"One more important thing, Ronni," I said. "You will also
sometimes be Fuck Toy Ronni for me. Fuck Toy Ronni will
remember everything... she will remember that she only
loves me because I hypnotized her, and she will feel
whatever you would naturally feel about that, Ronni. But
Fuck Toy Ronni's body belongs to me, Ronni. When you are
Fuck Toy Ronni, your mind is free but your body must obey
me in every way. You cannot resist or move if I do not
tell you to, or even speak. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Damien," she said, still sounding very content.
"Damien, which Ronni am I now?"
"Now you are Sleeping Ronni," I told her.
"Oh, yes," she said. "I love you, Damien. Will you please
show me how to give you a blowjob? You are my brother and
I should suck your penis for you and swallow your sperm."
"Yes, baby, but first I have to tell you how you become
Fuck Toy Ronni," I said. "When you hear me say your full
complete name, while I am holding your hand or touching
you in any way, you will become Fuck Toy Ronni. What is
your complete name, baby?"
"Veronica Elizabeth Keller," she said, promptly.
"And when I'm touching you and I say that, what happens?"
"I become Fuck Toy Ronni," she replied immediately. "My
body is yours totally and cannot do anything without your
command but my mind will be free. I will remember that
you hypnotized me and made me do and feel all these
things but I will be helpless and have to obey everything
you tell me physically."
"Very good, darling," I said, reaching out and stroking
her hair. Without taking her fingers from her cunt, she
managed to wriggle like a puppy. "And when I say your
full name again while you are Fuck Toy Ronni, you will
then become Awake Ronni immediately, but if I say that
place name, you will become Sleeping Ronni."
"Yes, Damien," she said dreamily. "Awake Ronni does not
remember anything after the word 'Ontario', but I still
love you and want you and dress to please you and act
like your girlfriend even though I don't know or pay
attention to that. And I am truly your sister although I
do not remember it but I know it. And we are meant to be
lovers and will be."
"And what happens when I say that place name you just
said while holding your hand?" I asked.
"I become Sleeping Ronni, who remembers everything we do
together and how I feel about you and that you are really
my brother and my mate but doesn't remember that you
hypnotized me to make me feel that way." She smiled. "I
like being Sleeping Ronni the best."
"And what does Fuck Toy Ronni remember?" I asked her.
"Fuck Toy Ronni remembers everything, and feels exactly
the way I would if I weren't hypnotized about it, but has
to physically obey you and cannot do anything physically
without permission from you," she said promptly. "I will
be sad and upset when I am Fuck Toy Ronni, Damien."
"Yeah," I said, grinning, "I know. Now, baby, when you
are Awake Ronni, if I do anything with you that you would
not normally, consciously allow me to do, you will first
ask me to stop just like normal. If I keep it up, you
will enjoy it but not really notice it. But in all your
forms... Awake, Sleeping, and Fuck Toy... you will love
being touched by me and want me to touch you all over,
all the time, and you will love touching me and pleasing
me. It will be the most wonderful pleasure you have ever
known to be touched by me and to touch me and to make me
happy. Also, as Awake Ronni, you will come to me and ask
my advice about any decision you are unsure of, you will
always take my advice, and you will especially ask my
advice about what clothes you should wear and how you
should look. Oh, and Awake Ronni will also allow any
pretty girl to do anything she wants with you, as long as
I am there or she says she has my permission to use you,
and you will simply not let it bother you or think about
it." That last had been a last second inspiration, but I
figured it would be a good one.
"Yes, Damien," she said, nicely.
"Also, you really find incest, especially brother-sister
incest, totally hot, Ronni. It turns you on to think
about it. You get so hot thinking about fucking me, your
big brother, even when you are Awake Ronni." I smiled. I
loved incest fantasy, Ronni might as well like it too.
"Yes, big brother," she said, agreeably.
"Oh, one more thing," I said, "call me pet names, would
you? Don't think about it or worry or be aware of it, but
call me endearments and stuff. In addition to big
brother, I mean, I like that, too."
"Yes, sweetheart," she said immediately. "Yes my darling
big brother whose cock I am going to suck as much as I
can."
"All right, Ronni," I said. "I am bringing you up out of
your center now. Sleeping Ronni is turning into Awake
Ronni. Awake, Ronni will be fully awake and Sleeping
Ronni will be fully asleep when I count to ten. One...
two... three..."
Ronni's eyes started to flutter at 'five', and right at
ten, she opened them wide. "Um," she said, still sitting
back against the bolster of my bed/couch. "Um..." She
blinked. "Did you start yet, dearest? Oh..." She lifted
her fingers out of her pussy and touched her lips with
them absently, then sniffed them. "Oh, darling, you did
it! I remember..." She frowned, and my dick throbbed as
she started licking her fingers off again, apparently
without the slightest conscious awareness she was doing
it.
I held my breath for a second. What did she remember? Was
she going to call the cops on my ass?
"I am a perfectly healthy and strong and well girl and I
have friends who love me." As she said all this, she was
slipping her fingers in and out of her mouth, licking
them off in the same painstaking and thorough fashion
she'd shown before. "I am smart and you love me..." She
blinked again, and her eyes focused on mine. "Wow, I
think it actually worked, baby! I feel really good!" She
apparently hadn't noticed that she was completely topless
yet, or I was naked except for my GOON SHOW 1980 t-
shirt... with a hard on you could break bottles over.
Then, as if it were the most natural thing in the world,
she leaned forward, draped her arms around my neck,
tilted her head to the side, and kissed me deeply, her
tongue immediately sliding between my lips to probe my
mouth thoroughly. "Nmmmmmm," she slurped into my mouth as
I eagerly returned her kiss with full, very wet
enthusiasm. Her mouth and tongue tasted of her own sweet
breath and her pussy juice, and I kissed her back
eagerly.
More than a minute of hot wet tongue kissing later, she
lowered her head to my shoulder, still holding me, and
sighed happily. "Thank you, sweetie," she said. "You are
the best big brother any lucky little sister ever had."
She was completely unaware of how sweetly she was
pressing her body to me, or how sensuously she was
swaying her naked breasts up and down, back and forth,
against my chest, but I was very aware, and had a feeling
that Sleeping Ronni or even Fuck Toy Ronni were going to
be making an appearance shortly. But I was enjoying Awake
Ronni at the moment.
"I want us to really be brother and sister," I told her,
cradling her against me firmly, kissing and nibbling her
neck up to her ear and licking it. "I want to be your
older brother and take care of you forever, baby sister."
"Oh," she sighed, "Yes, darling, you are my brother,
truly you are, but sweetheart, big brothers don't nibble
and kiss their baby sister's ears like that," and she
lightly batted the back of my head and tried to move her
own head away.
"Incest is best," I told her, and tilted her chin up and
kissed her deeply again. She responded immediately and
with utter enthusiasm, and this time the kiss went on for
several minutes as I pressed her back against the bolster
and explored her mouth thoroughly with my tongue. At the
same time, I was squeezing her glorious tits, and she was
moaning into my mouth as she kissed me back, her body
simultaneously wriggling against me and trying to writhe
away, which sounds strange but was actually delightful.
"Oh, sweetheart, darling, dearest, I'm your little
sister," she wailed, as after several hot minutes I
kissed down over her chin, down her neck, and into her
cleavage. "We can't do this, you have to stop..." I
ignored her as she tried to push my head away, lifting
her full breast and setting my lips firmly to her fat
brown nipple, running my tongue over and around the hard
pink nub in the center, reveling in the taste and smooth
but crinkly, wrinkled texture of her tit flesh. "Num," I
said, after swirling my tongue in a leisurely way around
her nipple, and settled into to suckle and nurse at her
tasty, sexy boob in earnest.
I'd sucked her nipple for a good twenty seconds, her
fingers at the nape of my neck toying absently with my
hair, when she said, almost distantly, "Honey, do you
like these blue jeans I'm wearing? I think they're kind
of... I don't know... dull."
"Mmmm," I said, and lifted my mouth off her nipple,
looking up at her. "I agree. We'll go shopping tomorrow,"
I said, thinking of the credit cards her dad provided her
with 'for emergencies'. I leaned back down and nibbled
the pink nubbin, then sucked at it noisily. "Right now, I
think you'd look adorable in just your little white
socks."
She frowned at me. "But Damien, darling," she said,
sounding puzzled and hurt at the same time, "You're...
you're my brother."
She blushed deep red, delightfully. "I... I can't strip
down to just my socks for you!" She was already leaning
forward to push her jeans the rest of the way down her
legs and off over her feet. I sat back to give her room
as she stopped for a few seconds to untie her clunky
brown boots first, pushing them off, and then resuming
the divestment of her jeans. Then she lay back, smiling,
putting one hand behind her neck and arching her back,
almost purring, lifting one bare leg in a bent knee,
hipshot pose that displayed her cunt nicely... after
which she immediately pushed her two middle fingers of
her left hand back into it and began rubbing her clit
with the heel of her hand again, apparently without
giving it any thought. Her dark nipples were hard and
erect, gleaming from her saliva and mine, and bitten a
little redder than normal.
"Do you really like this outfit, big brother? I think a
baby sister should dress to please her older brother. I'm
going to from now on." She smiled at me, then let her
eyes flutter closed again and groaned gutturally in her
throat as she played with her pussy.
My cock was raging and I wondered for a moment just what
Awake Ronni would do if I stood up, grabbed her by the
hair, and rubbed it on her mouth. If her behavior
remained consistent, she'd struggle, say no, turn her
face away, and then, when I kept on, open her mouth and
let me have my way with her while she paid little
attention to her big brother's dick pistoning in and out
of her slurping mouth. Of course, Sleeping Ronni would
eagerly suck me off all night... and Fuck Toy Ronni would
fellate me industriously, too, she'd just hate every
second of it and probably sob hysterically while she did
it. And I had to admit, the idea... each idea... turned
me on hugely.
So I said, "Look at me, baby sister," and stood up and
pulled my t-shirt off.
Ronni blushed deep red again and looked away with a gasp,
but then looked back through slitted eyes. "Sweetheart...
you have to stop! We're... we're just friends!! We can't
be undressed together..."
"We're a lot more than friends," I said, grinning at her
as I tossed my shirt aside and moved towards her. Her
hand was really working her cunt now and I could hear it
squishing, something she seemed consciously oblivious to.
It was amazing.
"Yes," she agreed immediately, "we are family, you are my
brother, I love you as a brother, but..." She stopped as
she really saw my hard cock, and I'm sure she had no idea
she was licking her lips. "Baby, we just can't..."
I leaned forward, took her head between my hands, and
pulled her face towards me firmly. "Kiss it for me, baby
sis," I said. "Kiss your big brother's cock."
"No!" she gasped, sounding outraged, trying to turn her
face away. "Darling, we can't, we're related, I'm your
sister, your little sister..." I rubbed my cockhead on
her lips, or rather, rubbed her lips against my cockhead,
and she immediately began to kiss it. To my surprise, her
eyes closed and her tongue came out and she began to run
it against the underside of my cockhead.
"My little sister is going to eat a quart of my cum
tonight," I told her, and shifted my hips to push my
cockhead past the partially open oval of her lips.
Ronni groaned in obvious protest and her eyes opened as
she looked up at me pleadingly. "Nmmmmphhhhh!" she said,
plaintively, her eyes filling with tears, even as her
lips tightened and her tongue began rubbing along the
underside of my shaft. I fed it into her warm, wet, sexy
mouth slowly, groaning with the amazing sensation of her
mouth swallowing me up.
Her eyes blinked and then closed again and still holding
her head firmly, I started to pump my cock slowly in and
out of her hot sweet mouth. She was no longer protesting
or struggling or trying to resist even mildly; now she
just had her eyes closed and was sitting there at the
edge of my bed, letting me fuck her mouth as she worked
at my hard dick, if not eagerly, then at least
diligently, with her tongue and lips.
I decided a change would be nice and I said "Ronni, give
me your hand." Still sucking away dutifully at the cock
pumping in and out of her mouth, Ronni raised the hand
that wasn't working her cunt and I took it. "Ontario," I
said.
The quality of Ronni's mouth work immediately changed; it
went from diligent to eager and enthusiastic. Her eyes
opened wide, looking up and focusing on me in a gaze hot
with love and lust, as she sucked and slurped away at my
cock. I let go of her hand and she immediately grabbed my
ass in both hands, letting of her pussy for the higher
priority of pleasing me, and started pumping her mouth on
me, bobbing her head back and forth, tilting her head
first one way and then the other as she sucked away at me
like a vacuum pump.
"Mmmmm mmmmm MMMMMM!" she moaned as she fellated me,
leaving me no doubt that all she wanted in the world was
to make me cum in her mouth and swallow every drop.
Sleeping Ronni was quite a little slut, and I loved it.
After a minute or so of enthusiastic head bobbing by her,
I felt the throbbing and stirring of an approaching
orgasm.
I groaned, "Asleep Ronni, in a few seconds I'm going to
turn you into Fuck Toy Ronni. When I do, you will keep
doing exactly what you're doing and your body will do
everything to make me cum in your mouth and you will
swallow every drop, only your mental state will change,
and it will not alter what you are doing for me right now
at all until I cum and you swallow it all."
"Mmmmmm MMMMM!" Asleep Ronni agreed, continuing to bob
her head on me with huge enthusiasm. I felt I was about
to blow off in her mouth any second, and groaned,
"Veronica Elizabeth Keller, swallow your big brother's
cum!"
I timed it perfectly; a tiny shudder went through Ronni
even as she kept bobbing her head and swirling her tongue
on me, and I heard her give a despairing, disgusted,
tormented wail around my cock in her mouth, and her eyes
rolling up to mine were filled with horrified shock and
anger now... and my cum erupted into her mouth like a
geyser.
"Swallow it, you little bitch," I told her, groaning as
my cock spurted over and over again in her hot sucking
mouth. "You cocksucking slut, you swallow your big
brother's sperm! You eat every drop, you worthless incest
loving cunt!"
Tears were running down her face now and she was making a
constant, disgusted groan around my dick, but she kept
bobbing her head and started gulping away at my sperm,
swallowing frantically to keep up with the heavy,
spurting flow into her mouth. She gulped and gulped and
gulped as I groaned and held her head in both hands and
shot what felt like a quart of semen into her unwilling
but avidly gobbling mouth.
Finally I finished shooting off. Holding on to her head
and continuing to pump her still slurping mouth through
the last dribs and drabs of my orgasm, I finally sighed
and pulled out of her. A small overflow of my sperm
slopped over her lower lip and ran down her chin and
dripped onto one full tit as I pulled my cock back out of
her mouth. She looked up at me with big wet eyes, tears
still flowing down her cheeks, and with my cock out of
her mouth now, she actually began to sob in earnest.
I hadn't given her permission to move so she just sat
there, eyes screwed tightly shut, her body shuddering
with the racking force of her weeping. "Awwwwww aaugghh
awwwwww nnuhhhh nhhhh nnnn nnoooo..." Her breasts heaved
and I watched for a few minutes, actually sadistically
enjoying her anguish. Anything gets old after a while,
though, even watching the gorgeous girl you love who has
dick teased you mercilessly for the past eight months cry
her eyes out with your cum on her face.
So I said, "Ronni, stop crying." I picked up a towel I
usually wipe myself off after I jerk off on and threw it
to her, enjoying the knowledge that my dried cum was all
over it. "Blow your nose and clean yourself up. Don't say
anything yet, we'll talk in a minute. Don't you dare try
to cover up, your body is mine."
She groaned and took the towel and began rubbing it all
over her face. She blew her nose into it several times.
Finally she took it down and set it carefully on the bed
beside her, looking at me, her eyes red and swollen and
miserable, completely naked except for her socks, her
lips trembling in degradation and humiliation and utter
raped misery. She looked like she wanted to curse me out
or keep crying and felt horrible that I wouldn't let her.
"Okay," I said, "keep your voice down and speak to me
quietly and we can talk. Well? What do you have to say?"
She opened her mouth and seemed to stop short, as if she
had so much to say that she didn't know what to say
first. Finally, she blurted out (but in a tone barely
above a whisper) "Damien you... you made me... oh my GOD!
You made me do things... you made me... with my MOUTH...
and with my vuh vuh GINA... and my titties... oh my GOD!"
Tears streamed down her face again and she blinked
several times, still not able to move without my
permission.
"Yeah, but you liked it," I said.
"But you... you made me like it... you hypnotized me...
you controlled my mind! Oh my GOD!" She sobbed once,
heavily. "And I DON'T like it! Please, please don't...
please make me okay again!"
I reached out and rubbed my thumb over her nipple and she
gasped and shuddered and moaned in pleasure. "Ohhhhhhhh,"
she said miserably. I sat on the bed right in front of
her. "Take my cock in your hand and play with it, Ronni,"
I told her, and she immediately complied, squeezing it
gently, running her thumb around on the head, sliding her
cupped fingers up and down the shaft. It was wet from her
saliva and my sperm, and sticky, and from the look on her
face that revolted her, but she had to obey.
I leaned in and kissed her, probing her mouth with my
tongue. She shuddered and didn't respond, trying to keep
her mouth closed. Finally, I straightened up and slapped
her face hard, jarring more tears out of her eyes and
making an explosive KRAK sound in the small dorm room.
"Ronni, regardless of what state you are in, if I kiss
you, or if any pretty girl kisses you, you will kiss back
as eagerly, enthusiastically, and skillfully as you know
how." Since she was Fuck Toy Ronni at the moment she had
to obey any commands I gave about her physical behavior,
but I'd implant that command in Asleep Ronni later.
I leaned in and kissed her again, and this time she
kissed back much more satisfactorily, continuing to play
with my cock adeptly as we kissed. The sensation of
smacking her had been surprisingly pleasurable, though,
and I knew that was something I'd have to explore with
her later.
After the kiss, I sat up again. My cock was limp now but
I let her keep playing with it; she was doing a nice job.
"Answer my questions honestly, Ronni. Do you like what
we're doing?"
"No!" she gasped immediately, "No, I hate it, I hate you,
you're awful, Damien, you're RAPING me..." Her soft hand
continued to squeeze and manipulate my cock as she said
it.
"Who are you, right now?" I asked her.
"I am Fuck Toy Ronni," she said immediately, and sobbed
in utter humiliation as she heard herself say it. "Oh my
God!"
"Whose fuck toy are you, Ronni?" I pressed on
remorselessly.
"Your fucktoy, I am Damien's fuck toy," she moaned
miserably. "Oh please, Damien, don't..."
"I'm going to fuck you tonight, Ronni," I told her, "and
every day and every night from now on. Say it."
She cried out as if in pain, but obediently said, "You
are going to fuck me tonight and every day and night from
now on, Damien."
"You're going to blow me every day from now on, Ronni," I
said. "Say it."
"Augh," she groaned, "I'm going to blow you every day
from now on, Damien."
"I'm going to fuck you in the ass tonight and every day
and night from now on, Ronni," I told her. "Say it."
"Oh god no," she murmured, then said, "You are going to
fuck me in the... in the... asssss... oh GOD... every day
and night from now on, Damien, oh no, please don't fuck
me in my butt, Damien, please..."
"Ask me to fuck you in the ass, Ronni," I said
implacably.
"Oh, please Damien, please fuck me in the ass," she said
immediately, and then sobbed.
"Ask me to get you pregnant, Ronni," I said, and watched
her eyes go wide with terror.
"Please get me pregnant, Damien," she said immediately,
still playing with my limp cock.
"Ask me to marry you, Ronni," I said, enjoying myself.
"Please marry me, Damien!" she said, "oh my God!"
"Very good, sugar," I said. "Who owns your ass? Tell the
truth."
"Oh fuck," she said, and Ronni never swears, "you do, you
own my ass, oh GOD, Damien, please, please, please let me
go make me okay again I don't want to be like this..."
I was feeling an urge in my groin that was a familiar one
after a good cum; I needed to piss. "Let go of my cock,
Ronni," I said, and she sighed in relief and let go. I
stood up, contemplating having her get dressed again so
she could come to the floor men's room with me and hold
my dick while I pissed... and got another idea. "Open
your mouth, Ronni," I told her, grinning evilly. "I have
to take a piss."
Ronni looked at me, absolutely horrified and appalled,
but her mouth opened. I sighed. "Lean forward, baby." She
did, still looking utterly disgusted, mouth still open. I
held her head and pushed my soft cock into her mouth.
"Tighten your lips, baby, and open your throat as best
you can. I don't want you to spill any. You're going to
swallow every drop of my piss."
She groaned but I felt her lips tighten on my cock. I
sighed and relaxed and let my piss flow into her mouth.
I'd expected her to choke and gag and my piss to
immediately overflow, but to my surprise, perhaps because
of the commands I'd given her, she just seemed to sit
there and let it flow straight down her throat. She was
gagging and going 'nnhhgggggg uunngggggggg iigggggggggg'
around my cock the whole, eyes screwed up in disgust,
body trembling as she took it, but she clearly had no
problem getting it down. I could hear her swallowing over
and over again, steadily and smoothly... 'ulp ulp ulp ulp
ulp'.
It was so exciting I found my cock hardening again before
I finished pissing, and had to have her bob her head on
my cock to nurse the last few spurts of piss out of a
full hard on before I finished. I pulled out of her
mouth, very satisfied. She looked like she wanted to
throw up. "From now on, when I piss, it will be in your
mouth, baby," I said. "Say it."
"Oh GOD," she said in a very quiet, horrified voice,
"from now on you will piss in my mouth, Damien, oh GOD."
"Asleep Ronni will love drinking my piss," I told her.
"Now, Ronni," I said, remembering how nice it had felt to
slap her, "look up at me, hold still, and ask me to punch
you in the face."
She looked shocked. "Please punch me in the face,
Damien," she said, looking up at me. "But why...?"
I belted her hard in the mouth, feeling enormous
satisfaction as I felt her lips mash back against her
teeth, even though it hurt my knuckles, too. She fell
back against the bolster with a groan and then sprawled
across my bed, sobbing.
I reached down, took her hand, and said "Ontario".
She immediately stopped crying, sniffled a little, and
looked over at me, smiling. I could see her lip was
bleeding and going to swell. "Thank you for using and
beating me, honey," she said. "Did Fuck Toy Ronni
displease you?"
"No, baby, Fuck Toy Ronni was great," I said. "I just
decided I'd tortured you enough for tonight." I rubbed
the tears off her face gently and she wiggled and sighed.
"You can torture me all you want, darling," she said. "I
think big brothers should be able to torture and fuck and
rape and use their baby sisters all they want. It turns
me on to think of being fucked and raped and used and
tortured by you, big brother."
"Mmm I know, baby," I told her, "and I will, too, and
thank you. But right now I just want to fuck you."
She smiled. "And get me pregnant, Damien?"
I said, "No, baby, you will never get pregnant unless I
order you to specifically..." I had no idea if that would
work, but it couldn't hurt to try, "but Fuck Toy Ronni
will not know that and she will worry about it all the
time."
"Yes, darling," she said, "but I would love to have my
older brother's baby, any time you want to give it to me,
sweetheart." She squirmed around to lay on her back next
to me and drew her legs up, bending them at the knees and
spreading them wide in a very hot and slutty pose. "Do
you want to take me like this, big brother?"
I smiled. "Sure, that works," I said, kneeling between
her legs. "Take my cock and guide me in, love."
"Yes, big brother," she said, grasping my dick and
eagerly pulling me to her virgin cunt. "Fuck me hard,
darling. Rape a baby into your little sister, honey."
I slid up inside her, telling her that taking her
virginity wouldn't hurt, although Fuck Toy Ronni would
remember it being very painful. She sighed and as I broke
her maidenhead, gave a little moan. "That didn't hurt,
big brother!" she said. "Now fuck your baby sister! Rape
her little pussy! Do it hard!"
Ronni's hot tight pussy felt like a velvet clamp around
my cock as I slowly buried my entire length in her. With
a groan of satisfaction, I started to slowly fuck her.
She moaned back at me and we kissed, tongues entangling
as I started to screw her for the first time.
Having cum once, I was in no hurry to do it again, so I
screwed her leisurely for about five minutes before
feeling an urge to speed up. As I started to slam my cock
in and out of her pussy faster, I said "Keep fucking your
big brother good, Veronica Elizabeth Keller, and tell me
how you like it."
Immediately she sobbed and said, "Oh God you're fucking
me oh no stop it stop it please STOP ITTTTT..." So I
kissed her and she immediately began kissing me back,
still sobbing as she did it. I started fucking her harder
and growled "Now stop whining and just moan and say sexy
things to me, slut," and she immediately went "Oh God oh
my god you're fucking your baby sister oh God Damien
you're going to get me pregnant oh no oh God your cock is
in my pussy oh nooooo..."
I groaned, and came hard in her little cunt.
"Oh no, no, no, no, no..." Ronni moaned underneath me,
eyes clenched tightly shut, tears leaking down her cheeks
and flying off as she wrenched her head back and forth
wretchedly.
I sighed in utter rapture as I sat back, my cock slick
and slippery in her tight, sperm-creamed cunt. My hands
were on her hips and my bent knees slid forward under her
thighs. She continued to sob; I felt blissful, having
just shot my darling Ronni full of cum. "Mmmm that was
nice, baby sis," I said, enjoying the hot wet feeling of
her cunt around my hard, pulsating dick, and especially
enjoying the way she was writhing in protest and misery.
"Oh no oh no you CAME in me oh god NO Damien oh god this
is so BAD oh you got me pregnant Damien oh NO," she
whimpered, "Oh please NO..."
"Then you'll have to marry me," I said, with smug
satisfaction, "and I will rape you every day for the rest
of your life, a lot."
"Nooooooo please," she cried, sounding utterly desolate,
"please Damien, please, please, please, PLEASE make me
okay again, please, please... please unhypnotize me
PLEASE don't make me do things any more. Please don't
rape me!"
I sighed. "Ronni, shut up," I told her.
She looked up at me, eyes wide and tears filled and
obviously stricken, but suddenly clamped her mouth shut.
Then she winced; her lower lip, which had bled down her
chin where it had split from my punch, was swollen up now
and obviously painfully sensitive.
"Now," I said, "I'm having much too much fun with you to
unhypnotize you right now. However, I just MIGHT
unhypnotize you in the future, under one condition..." I
paused.
She stared at me imploringly, but couldn't talk, since
I'd told her to shut up. I relished her frustration, then
finally relented. "Of course, that condition would be
that you were willing to be my complete slut and total
whore without me having to hypnotize you."
That actually stirred something in her besides
unhappiness; she couldn't say anything, but her eyes
positively glared 'NEVER' at me.
"Oh," I chuckled, "I know what you're thinking, but it's
very common for victims of long term abuse, especially
sexual abuse combined with degradation and humiliation
and torture... and trust me, Ronni, that's what's going
to happen to you... to come to be very attached to their
tormenter, and even to come to love him and need his
attentions." I paused. "You can very quietly speak to me
now, if you want."
"Please don't torture me, Damien!" she sobbed, her breath
seeming to explode out of her. "Please don't, please,
please, please don't hurt me or torture me PLEASE..."
I sighed. "But Ronni, I WANT to," I told her. "And I'll
bet that Asleep Ronni will love it, too."
She sobbed heartbreakingly for a minute or so, then
finally said, "Buh but you won't tuh torture Ah ah SLEEP
Ronni, you tuh torture muh ME because I huh HATE it..."
"It does make it more fun," I admitted, grinning down at
her cruelly. "Now don't you wish you'd just been my
girlfriend when I wanted you to?"
Her eyes went savage. "Never," she said. "You're a pig. I
will never be with you willingly, Damien. You can... can
hypnotize me and control my mind and my body all you wuh
want..." Her lower lip trembled. "Buh but I will never be
with you willingly. I would never do this willingly. You
KNOW that."
I sighed and flexed my cock in her pussy and she groaned.
"Thank you for your permission, sweetie," I said. "That's
nice of you."
She glared at me. "I didn't give you any..."
"Quiet," I snapped, and she shut up immediately. "Now
think back and repeat word for word what you just said to
me about what I can do with you, word for word, and
listen to it this time."
She looked baffled, then outraged as she heard herself
repeat, in exactly the same intonation, "You can... can
hypnotize me and control my mind and my body all you wuh
want..." Then her eyes went wide with horror. "But I
didn't mean that!" she sobbed. "That's not what I meant
not what I meant not that I meeeeeeeant...." Her wail
trailed off into racking sobs as she realized just how
helpless she was, and how merciless I was.
"Quiet," I said again, a few minutes later. My hard on
wasn't going down in her cunt; in fact, the longer she
cried and carried on, the more turned on I got. I was
thinking about punching her in the face a few more times,
just for fun. Maybe not, though... maybe I should punch
her body instead. She could cover any marks I gave her
there. The fat lip was going to draw questions enough,
although I could make her give people some story about
it.
"Now, I know you said you would never willingly be with
me, Ronni," I said, "and that really hurts my feelings,
so I'm going to hurt you a little bit back for that in a
minute." She stared up at me and her face went a little
paler. I imagine she wanted to apologize and beg me not
to hurt her, but I'd told her to be quiet.
"But... well, maybe I do feel a little bad about all
this, Ronni. I mean, you're one wild fuck in bed when you
get going..."
She blushed bright red at this.
"And you suck cock like a $20 whore. But you're right,
I'm being kind of mean, and I do love you, even if you
don't believe it. So I'm going to give you a chance to
get me to unhypnotize you, as you put it... if you
really, really want me to."
She quickly nodded her head, several times, blinking her
eyes frantically.
"All right," I said. "Now, you understand that right now
you are Fuck Toy Ronni, right?"
She clenched her eyes closed tightly and groaned
miserably in her throat, but after a second, nodded.
"So you remember everything, and your brain isn't
tampered with; you feel exactly the way you naturally
would, without hypnosis or thought control, about me and
what I've done to you. And you remember all the
programming I've given you, about how you will behave as
Asleep Ronni and Awake Ronni, right?" I watched her, and
moved my hips to stir my very hard and throbbing dick
around in her sticky, cum filled pussy.
She groaned as I did that, then nodded again.
I smiled. "Okay," I said. "Now, what I'm going to do is,
let you talk and move around freely in Fuck Toy Ronni
mode. Do you remember my middle name, Ronni?"
She nodded again.
"Okay," I said. "When I say my middle name, you will be
free of having to obey my physical commands while you are
in Fuck Toy mode, until you hear me say your middle name
again. All other programming will remain in place, and if
an hour goes by after I say my middle name and you
receive no further commands from me, you will become
Asleep Ronni and report to me for instructions. You
understand?"
She nodded, looking both hopeful and apprehensive at the
same time.
"This means, Ronni, that when I say my middle name, you
have an hour to convince me to unhypnotize you. I won't
be able to command you. You will have an hour and you
will be able to do whatever you want. I suggest you try
very hard to convince me to let you go back to being the
way you were... maybe removing your memory of these
events hypnotically so I won't get in trouble, or maybe
promising me you will never tell... I don't know. I'm not
going to offer you much advice, Ronni. But you will have
up to an hour to try to persuade me to see your side of
things. You can do what you want. Are you ready?"
She nodded frantically.
I smiled. "Now, sweetie, my cock is still inside you, so
I suggest you don't yank out from under me really fast or
you might piss me off a little and that would cut your
hour waaaaaay short." She groaned, but nodded once more.
I leaned down, ran my tongue lightly around her lips,
kissed her briefly, then whispered my middle name in her
ear.
She immediately shuddered under me, took a deep breath,
and said, very very quietly and almost sweetly, "Damien
would you please please... um... slide out of me..." She
gave a little sob, then went on, gamely, "and let me sit
up please?"
I nestled my face into her neck and nibbled it gently,
making a mental note to give her a couple of very
prominent hickies in a little while, along with the
bruises I was pleasing to him to pound into her bitch
body. "Well, since you asked nicely," I said. "And if you
promise to clean my cock off with your mouth, since you
got it so messy with your pussy."
I felt her stomach heave under me and she made a little
retching sound. Then she said, in a barely audible
whisper, "...all right..."
So I slid my still rampant erection out of her well-
creamed cunt and turned to lean back against my bolster,
legs spread, my cock gleaming, sticky, and streaked with
clumps of sperm and splotches of blood from her ruptured
maidenhead in the dim light of my desk lamp. She made a
gagging sound again, looking at it, then looked up at me.
"Please... do I really..."
I sighed. "I could make you," I told her, "but part of
this is seeing if I can trust you to keep your promises,
Ronni. If you're going to convince me to unhypnotize you,
I'll have to be able to trust you. Otherwise I have to
keep you under control forever; you could put me in
jail."
She closed her eyes and swallowed audibly. "All right,
Damien," she said, tears in her voice, "you are right I
did promise. I will do it."
I sighed. "Baby, I don't mean to torture you like this,"
which was a lie, I loved it, "would you rather I turn you
into Asleep Ronni just for a few seconds while you do
that? It will still be you, so you won't be breaking your
promise, but you'll enjoy doing it."
I watched her carefully; if she accepted, it would be a
big step towards her accepting the hypnotic conditioning,
which would give it an even stronger hold on her.
She groaned, but said "No, Damien, please let me stay
this way, I will keep my promise and clean you up," and
then, obviously forcing herself, she resolutely squirmed
around (wincing, obviously her cunt was sore from me
popping her cherry), put her head in my lap, and started
dutifully running her tongue up and down my hard on,
lapping the mess up diligently, gagging and choking as
she did it, but not drawing back until my cock was
completely clean. It throbbed as she licked it and I
swear it was hard enough to knock a hole in a battleship
by the time she was done, and I'd already cum twice in
the last half hour.
Finally she sat up, grimacing and scrubbing her lips
(wincing from the swollen one) with the back of her hand.
"Ugh. Oh god that's gross and disgusting. Uccck." She
blinked and looked at me. "Was that good, Damien?"
I smiled and patted her other hand, which was lying in
her lap as she sat there naked on my bed, cross-legged.
"Sure, hon."
She blinked at me and blushed deeply red again. "Cuh can
I puh put something on please, Damien?" she asked,
softly.
I sighed. "You can do anything you want, but I like
looking at your body and if you convince me to let you go
this is the last chance I'll have to do it, so honestly,
I think you'd be very mean to do that, and I wouldn't
like it. But go ahead if you like."
"Nuh no," she stammered, hastily, yanking her hands away
from the quilt of mine she'd obviously been about to pull
around herself. "I'm sorry you're right that was very
selfish. Um..." She stared into my eyes, hers full of
tears, and blinked, some of them rolling down her cheeks.
"Damien I don't know what to do please help me! How do
I... what can I... what should I say?"
I sighed, actually enjoying her misery and utter lack of
assurance. "Well," I said, "first, I think you should
consider a few things. For one, we've fucked now, and you
could be pregnant. So if you did talk me into
unhypnotizing you, I'd probably have to leave you with
your memories, or... well... you could get a nasty shock
a few months down the road."
Her eyes widened as she considered that. "Oh," she said,
in a little girl's voice.
"Second," I said, relishing her unhappiness, but trying
to sound very reasonable and even considerate, "you are
aware, because we mentioned it before we started tonight,
that a person could be hypnotized into doing anything
they don't truly want to do. Therefore, whether you want
to admit it or not, you did want to do all these things.
And I know for a fact that at least part of you... the
part I call 'Asleep Ronni'... loves the things I made you
do. And she's not something artificial I imposed on you,
she's a real part of the real you. Just not one you're
normally in touch with or let have control of your
behavior or thinking."
"Oh," Ronni said again, and rocked back and forth, tears
spilling down her cheeks. "Oh oh oh... oh is that really
true... oh no..."
"However," I said, lifting one hand. "Ronni, if you're
positively sure, right now, with you in your 'normal'
frame of mind, what people would call your 'right' mind,
that you want this whole night to just have never been,
there are ways we can do that. I would have to leave a
few post hypnotic commands intact, just in case you turn
out to be pregnant, so I could use them to, say, take you
to get an abortion and then erase your memory of it. But
after that I could remove all post hypnotic commands, and
then leave you with your full memory intact, so you would
know never to trust me again."
Her eyes widened. "Would you do that, Damien? Really?"
I sighed. "I'm saying, I could do that, Ronni. I could
make this all like it had never been. I could even remove
your memories and effectively you'd be a virgin again. I
could even self hypnotize myself to remove my memories of
this." (ha! As if!) "I'm not saying I will, mind you,
but... I don't know. Maybe you can find some way to
persuade me to do it." This was fun. What was even better
was I could remove Fuck Toy Ronni's memories of this and
do it all over, whenever I wanted.
"But I don't know how!" Ronni cried, wretchedly. "Please
tell me how. I don't know what to say! I can't make you
do anything and you can make me do everything! Please..."
"Do you want me to suggest things that might work?" I
asked her, reaching over to gently take her hand. "Give
you hints, maybe?"
She nodded vigorously, tears flying everywhere. "Please
Damien!"
I squeezed her hand lightly. "Well, you could... I don't
know... I guess you could beg. I mean, completely abase
yourself. Make me feel good, and guilty at the same time.
Beg and plead and promise me things... I don't know. Do
things for me. If I'm going to give up having total power
over you, then this would be our last time together ever.
You could make it amazingly great for me, so I wouldn't
feel so bad about losing you."
"But I've been begging," Ronni said, blinking through
teared up eyelashes. "I've been..."
Abruptly, she swung her legs over the side of my bed,
stood up on wobbly legs, and then immediately slid to her
knees on the floor. "Please Damien, please please
please," she said, sobbing plaintively, looking up at me.
She took one of my ankles in both hands and started
kissing my foot. After kissing it several times, she
started to lick it, sucking my toes one at a time into
her mouth, licking between them. In between toes, she
sobbed "please" over and over again. Then she switched to
the other foot.
"Please please please," she said, finally looking up at
me again. "Please let me go. Please. You love me. I'm
your little sister. Please don't hurt me or rape me or
make me feel like this any more. Please make me okay
again. I'll never tell! I'll never ever tell. I promise.
And... and... I'll be nicer to you, I promise. I'll let
you... kuh kiss me. And I'll hug you a lot, all the time,
and you can tuh touch me..." She sobbed. "I'll never tell
and I'll... I can do other things, I can iron for you and
do your laundry and I'll sew up stuff for you..."
I smiled and patted her head. "Will you give me money?"
Her eyes widened, and I could tell she felt really
stupid, not having thought of such a simple solution
(Ronni's parents are, by my standards, wealthy; her
father is a stockbroker and although they're technically
only very upper middle class, he makes over a hundred
thousand dollars a year and they live very well.) "Yes!"
she said, hope coming into her voice for the first time.
"Oh god, I can get you a lot of money from my dad,
Damien, I can get you..." She paused. Like most very well
off kids, Ronni really has no idea what 'a lot of money'
is to other people. "Um... five thousand dollars?" She
seemed to realize that probably wasn't enough. "Ten! I
can get you ten thousand dollars, Damien!"
I patted her head again. "Baby, I don't want your money.
You know, I do feel bad I did this. But I'm worried now
that if I undo it, you'll hate me and we won't be friends
any more."
She seized my hand and started kissing it. "Oh no
Damien," she said, earnestly, "you can make me forget any
of this happened and we will be friends forever in fact,
I will let you make me like you better and..." She
stopped, then went on, "um, even you can make me want to
be your girlfriend, just without suh sex, but we can kuh
kiss and stuff..."
Ronni isn't that bright, but even she seemed to realize,
at this point, that there was literally nothing she could
offer me that, in the current situation, I couldn't
simply take. "I don't know," she said, sounding forlorn.
"Wuh what do you want?"
"Well, you are making me feel bad, Ronni," I said, with a
sigh. "I am thinking about unhypnotizing you. I'd have to
take away all your memories, and I feel so bad I'd
probably remove all my memories, too, and we could just
go back to being friends. Would that be okay?"
She smiled at me, tremulously, through her tears. "Oh yes
Damien please I would love that!"
I smiled at her. "Well, okay. But... maybe you could
do... just a few more things for me... since this is our
last time together as lovers, before we both forget?
Since I'll never get another chance?"
She sniffled and wiped her nose with the back of her
hand. "Luh like what? Yuh... you already... fuh fucked
me... ah and... I... I suh SUCKED you..." She grimaced at
that.
"Well," I said, "you did such a nice job with my toes,
there, I was thinking, you could lick my ass out for me."
I grinned at her.
Ronni's face twisted up. "Oh god no," she groaned. "Oh my
god that's disgusting."
I sighed. "You're right. Never mind. I'm sure Asleep
Ronni will do it for me, or even Fuck Toy Ronni..."
"No!" Ronni said, eyes closed, shuddering on her knees on
my tile floor. "No, please..." She bowed her head for a
moment. Then looked up at me, her eyes bright. "All
right," she said. "Ruh... roll over, Damien, and luh let
me luh lick your ah ass for you."
I sighed in contentment. "I'll really enjoy that, baby,
but first, could you just suck my cock a tiny little bit?
Just a little. It's so hard. I don't want to cum again
right now but if you could just suck it a little..."
She made an 'uck' sound under her breath, but then leaned
forward, eyes open and looking up at me, and took the
head of my cock in mouth. She closed her lips around it
firmly and blinked up at me. Tentatively, she sucked at
it for twenty or thirty seconds. "Use your tongue," I
suggested, and she made another muffled gagging sound of
protest, but obediently lapped it with her tongue. "See
how deep you can take it," I said, again in a tone of
hopeful suggestion. "I'm curious."
Ronni groaned around my cock but leaned further forward,
forcing her tightened lips down the length of my shaft
until she had it all swallowed up, and I could feel the
head of my six inch cock pushing into the upper opening
of her throat. She didn't gag or choke at all. Ronni
might not like it, but she had real natural talent as a
deep throat dicksucker.
She held her head there for a long ten count, her nose
nestled into my pubic hairs, then slowly backed her head
off, letting my cock slide out of her mouth with a big
gasp of relief. She looked up at me. "Was that okay?"
I shrugged. "Well, if you want to lick my ass now..."
She clenched her eyes closed tightly again, and then
opened them and said, in a near whisper, "Damien, do you
PROMISE that if I luh lick your ass you will fix me and
make me the way I was?"
I smiled at her. "You won't remember any of this, baby,"
I said. "I promise."
"Okay," she said, colorlessly. "Okay. Puh please roll
over, Damien."
So I slid onto my stomach. Ronni got up and knelt on the
bed next to me, and I felt her sweaty palms on my
asscheeks, parting them. Her weight shifted on the bed,
and then I felt her face... the hollows of her eyes and
her curves of her cheekbones, pressing to the inner
curves of my asscheeks.. felt her nose in the furrow just
below my asshole (she was leaning down from above me, her
knees near my chest) and then, I felt the tip of her
tongue flicking at my anus.
"Ugh," I heard her gasp, and then heard her sob, and felt
it in the crack of my ass, but her tongue pressed more
firmly against my anus, and I felt her rub it around,
then lick up and down my ass crack. "god," she gasped,
then began licking up and down, slowly, steadily,
sluuuuurp, sluuuuurp.
"Put your tongue up my ass," I told her, after she'd
licked me for a minute or so.
"Ghhgggg," she groaned in protest, but she obeyed; I felt
an inch or so of her tongue wriggle past my sphincter
into my rectum, wet and warm and slippery. It felt good.
"Deeper," I said, "bury your tongue in my ass." Ronni
half groaned, half gagged again, but I felt her tongue
slide deeper into my ass, felt the fat part of it push up
past my sphincter, felt a good two inches of pink wet
mouth muscle writhing in my asshole. "Mmmm," I said,
"that's nice, now slurp it around. Gimme a good licking.
Don't stop until I tell you."
I have to admit, Ronni was a game ass-eater; she slurped
away at my asshole, her tongue buried for nearly its
entire length there, swirling around, for what was
probably a good three or four minutes before I finally
relented and let her take it out. She sat up hastily and
grabbed up a towel... the same one I'd thrown to her
earlier... and began rubbing it on her extended tongue,
gagging.
I smiled. "You know that's the towel I wipe my cum on
after I jerk off, right?" I said.
Her eyes widened over it, then she made a choking sound
and tossed the towel on the floor. She sat there,
shuddering and crying. Finally, she said "Is that all?
Will you fix me now?"
I leaned back, putting my hands behind my neck. "Just one
more thing," I said. "I've cum in two of your holes,
Ronni. If this is our last time in bed together, I want
to have you completely."
I saw her trying to work that out, saw her face twist
when she got it. "You want to... oh my god. You want to
put it in my butt?"
"Yep," I said. "'course, you don't have to let me. I'm
sure Asleep Ronni would..."
"Oh god," Ronni moaned, "oh my god Damien please, please
just promise me if I let you do this you'll fix me and
unhypnotize me and make me okay! Please!"
I raised my hand. "I solemnly swear, Ronni, if you let me
buttfuck you, I will dehypnotize you and remove all my
post hypnotic commands and all your memory of this."
"And your memory," she said accusingly. "You promised
you'd make it so you didn't 'member either."
"Yes," I sighed, "fine, I'll use self hypnosis to remove
my own memories, it would just be torture to remember
having had you and not being able to have you any more,
anyway."
Her lip, swollen and bruised looking, trembled at that.
"Okay," she said, and tears trickled down her cheeks
again. "All right," she whimpered. "Okay. You can." She
choked and sobbed a little, then looked up at me. "Huh...
how do you wuh want me to..."
"Hands and knees, babygirl," I said, briskly, getting up,
my cock feeling hugely stiff and hard just at the thought
of being crammed into Ronni's snug back door. "Back out
towards me, please. Ass up in the air, shoulders down."
"Oh god," she whispered miserably to herself, as she
clumsily complied with my instructions. "Oh my god Damien
do you really have to..."
"Shhhh," I said, running my hand soothingly up and down
her back, my palm pressing against her spine. "Shhhh it's
okay, Ronni. I'm gonna ream out your little girl butthole
good and shoot you full of my sperm, but you won't
remember any of it. Just concentrate on that. You're only
feeling this for a little while; by tomorrow you won't
remember any of this."
Of course, I had no intention of keeping my promise;
hell, in half an hour or so she'd turn back into Asleep
Ronni anyway. But getting her to give me what I wanted
from her of her own free, if coerced will, without actual
hypnosis... wow. That was the best yet. I'd have to make
her forget about this, if only so I could get her to try
to 'persuade' me again sometime.
Ronni had her head and chest down, her palms pressed flat
against the bed, her arms bent with her elbows up above
her ribs in twin inverted V shapes bracketing her torso.
Her ass was up and I could see the muscles under her the
smooth curves of padding tic'ing and trembling
uncontrollably. Her pussy was leaking my cum and it was
smeared on her inner thighs, gleaming wetly in the dim
light; her anus was a tightly clenched, brownish pink
pucker.
I sighed and leaned down and kissed her right ass-cheek
affectionately, then ran my tongue up and down her ass
crack, flirting it around her anus, then kissed her left
ass-cheek.
Ronni had sob-moaned as my tongue flicked around her
asshole. Now I knelt on the mattress behind her and
rubbed my monstrously hard cock smoothly up and down in
the crack of her ass. She groaned. "You have a really
sexy ass, baby," I told her. "I'm gonna love raping it.
But I'm not raping it, am I? You're letting me do this of
your own free will."
"Ugghh," she gagged, "oh god because you promised! You
promised to make me better!"
"I know, sugar," I said, soothingly. I reached down and
positioned myself, wedging my purplish red cockhead into
the center of her brownish pink rosebud. She stiffened
and gasped when I did it. "But you are letting me fuck
your ass. Say it."
"Oh nooooo," she whimpered. There was a pause. Then, very
slowly... "I... I am... I am letting you... fuck my ass,
Damien."
"You want it," I told her. "Admit it."
"I don't!" she protested. "I don't want it at all!"
"Say you want it," I said. "Or Asleep Ronni will say you
want it."
"Oh shit," she said, sobbing, and Ronni NEVER swears.
"All right, you bastard, I want it, I want it!"
I rubbed my cockhead around in the socket of her anus,
not pushing it forward, just around. "Tell me what you
want, you slutty little whore."
"Bastard," she gritted, "fine, I want you to fuck me in
my ass, Damien, I want you to shove your dick up my ass,
I want your cock in my asshole, come on, shove it up my
ass Damien!" She sobbed. "Is that what you want to hear,
you prick?"
"Mmmm baby," I said, "you're so sweet to me." I pressed
forward. My cock was still slick from her sucking it a
few minutes before, but I didn't mind if it hurt her...
preferred it, actually. I reached under her and pinched
her clit with my fingernails.
She shuddered and bucked under me, and her asshole, which
had been tightly closed, spasmed slightly, twitching open
just a bit. I held her hips and rammed my cock home in
her back door in one big thrust.
Or tried to. My tactic worked as far as popping my
cockhead up past her sphincter, but she wasn't greased
and neither was I, so I had to stop and wriggle my cock
from side to side, working it slowly up her rectum, which
was enormously tight. Ronni was groaning and moaning and
very, very softly screaming as I did it, flinching away
from me as much as she could. "Aaahhhh ahhhhh ahhhh oh my
god that HURTS!" she said, keeping her voice down but I
could hear the agony clearly. "Oh my GOD stop it STOP
IT..."
It took me probably nearly a minute to get my cock all
the way up her tightest hole, and she was weeping in big
racking sobs by the time I was buried to the balls in her
bung. "Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhh..." she kept hissing, like a
leaky radiator. "ooooohhhhhhhhhh GAAAWWD..."
"Mmmm," I told her, slapping one ass-cheek as I flexed my
fully buried cock in her vise tight, velvety smooth ass
channel. "You have one hot ass, Ronni. I fuckin' love
your ass."
"It HURTS!" she moaned, "PLEASE take it out take it
OUT..."
"I will, honey," I promised. "After I cum. Then you can
drink my piss again and we'll be all done for the night."
Well, I thought, except for the beating I'm going to give
you, you fucking bitch.
Ronni wailed and I ignored her, holding her hips tightly,
and starting to slooooowly fuck her tight ass. Pulling
back wasn't a problem, although the friction was
delicious; pushing forward again was nearly as hard as
original entry. But after a few strokes she loosened up a
little, or sweat greased us a bit, or both, and my cock
started pumping in and out more smoothly. Ronni's asshole
was still as tight on my dick as a baby's grab on your
finger, and the feeling was amazing, and I knew I was
going to cum soon.
Finally, I groaned and shot off hard in her ass, pouring
what felt like a quart of cum up her rectum. It
overflowed and ran out around my pumping cock, streaming
down her crack and thighs. Mmmmm. What a nice sight.
Mouth, pussy and ass... Ronni was literally soaked in my
cum tonight.
After pumping every last drop of cum up her tight shit
hole, I pulled out of Ronni's ass. "Turn around and clean
me up, Ronni," I said. "Once I piss, I'll start
unhypnotizing you."
Ronni looked back at me miserably, then slowly
straightened up on the bed, wincing as she sat down...
her cunt and ass must both have hurt like fire. I smiled.
"Oh god," she said, reaching up with a grimace and
obviously hesitant fingers to take my sticky, cum covered
cock in her hands, "please, Damien, I'll lick you off but
don't pee in my mouth again..."
I reached down and grabbed her hand. "I've had enough of
your shit, young lady," I said. "Ontario."
Ronni blinked, then immediately looked up at me and
smiled widely. "You're breaking your promise," she cooed,
"oh, thank you, I didn't want to go away, I love you, big
brother!"
"I'm going to kind of keep my promise," I said, rubbing
my sticky cock around on her cheeks and lips, which made
her giggle. "I'm going to make Fuck Toy Ronni forget all
about begging me to unhypnotize her..."
"So you can make me do it again!" she said, wriggling
like a puppy as she started to lick my cock. "Mmmmmm but
big brother, I'll do anything you want, totally
willingly, you don't need to blackmail my stupid self!"
I smiled down at her as she slurped my cock into her
mouth, her big hazel eyes rolled up and watching me
urgently as she sucked away at it. "I love you, baby, but
you're not willing," I said. "You're thought controlled."
She went 'mmmmmphhhh' vehemently around my cock, and I
patted her head, "I know, sugar, I love it, too, but it's
fun to make you do things in your right mind, too... to
put you in a position where you choose to do it freely,
even though you hate it."
"Mm," she said, obviously agreeing, then took her mouth
off me. "I understand, darling. You can't really
humiliate or degrade me if I enjoy it, and as Asleep
Ronni, I really do love it! I'm just a little slut for
you! I'll drink your piss, fuck all your friends... I'd
love it if you'd make me fuck all your friends,
sweetheart... or a dog! Mmmmmm!"
She was licking my cock in between every three or four
words, long slurping licks she obviously enjoyed. "Oh,
and don't forget you promised to hurt me! Before you made
your promise to Fuck Toy Ronni! And you shouldn't break
that promise, I deserve to be hurt! Please, big brother!
You did such a great job raping me, now please just beat
the shit out of me, too!"
My cock had begun to soften, now it sprang up again as
Ronni begged me to hurt her. "Uh oh," she said, giggling,
"big brother can't piss in li'l sister's mouth if he's
all hard! Better make him soft again!" She immediately
took me in her mouth and started bobbing her head on me
eagerly. "Mmmmmmmmm nmpphhhhh mmmmm gllgggggg!" she
hummed around my cock. "Cmmmmmm nmmmmm mmmm mmttthhhhhhh!
Mmmmmmm!"
I moaned as she started fellating me again, finding it
hard to believe that this was only her second blowjob...
Ronni's subconscious is quite an accomplished little
tramp, apparently. Having her croon 'cum in my mouth'
around my cock over and over again as she bobbed her head
was bringing me to the brink really quickly. I had no
idea how much cum I'd have for my fourth orgasm in an
hour, but Ronni was going to find out...
I gasped and shot off again, this orgasm a quick hot
spasm that was over in a few spurts. Ronni gulped it down
eagerly, with no problem at all, very quickly. She let my
cock out of her mouth long enough to lick her lips and
say "mmmmm not much but still very tasty, big brother!
Maybe some night you can just make me suck you all night
long! I'd love to see how much of your cum I can eat at
one time! Mmmm and I'd get to drink your piss between
each cum too!"
I sighed. "Well, you don't have to wait for some more
piss, baby, cuz I'm ready." She eagerly took my half hard
cock back in her mouth and I sighed as I started to
piss... thought about turning her back into Fuck Toy
Ronni, but decided I'd been mean enough to her that
night... anyway, Asleep Ronni is such a sweetie. She
swallowed my piss without making a peep, just gulping and
gulping away at it, eyes looking up at me, obviously very
happy to be serving me.
Chapter 2: ENDING THE SPELL
I had called Ronni up from a phone in HBC and told her I
was dropping by to say hi in a few minutes. I used the
code word that puts her into Boring Ronni mode, which
means, she was exactly as she would have been normally
had I never hypnotized her, with no memory of any of our
hypnotic sessions, or even that they had ever taken
place. This is a mode I don't keep her in often; usually
she's at least somewhat programmed, but sometimes I like
to mess with the 'real' Ronni's head a little. I also
enjoy the contrast.
When I got to her dorm room she seemed pleased to see me
but not overwhelmed... the usual for her, Before Mind
Control. "Um, hi," she said. She seemed vaguely puzzled,
probably by all the slutty clothes in her closets, and
the fact that she couldn't remember a whole lot of the
recent past, which she had, of course, spent in various
other, more sexually accessible modes that Boring Ronni
has no recollection of. I'd implanted a suggestion that
Boring Ronni not worry about that much, but still, it
must have seemed strange to her. I didn't turn her into
Boring Ronni much, but every once in a while, I enjoyed
reliving my initial conquest of her in different ways.
"No kiss?" I said brightly, pushing past her into her
small, single dorm room. I turned to face her. She closed
the door and, with a little long suffering sigh, put her
hands on my shoulders and lifted her face to mine and
gave me the brief little lip brush that is how she always
kisses me when I don't actively use hypnosis to mind
control her.
"I think you can do better than that," I scolded her.
She looked exasperated. "You know that we are just
friends," she said solemnly. "I do care for you very
much, but..."
I had always hated how she had treated me before,
rejecting my advances and withholding herself from me
with that 'I love you as a big brother and my best friend
ever' crap. Now that everything was different I found I
enjoyed it, knowing that secretly, all I had to do was
say a magic word and she'd be fucking me and sucking me
like the sluttiest porn star who ever lived.
So I looked at her and smiled. "Can't blame me for
trying, can you?"
She reluctantly smiled back. "I guess not. I really do
care for you, Damien..."
I stepped forward and slipped my arms around her waist.
"I can still hug you, right?"
"Of course..." she sighed, and put her arms around my
neck and let me hug her for a few seconds. She still
seemed vaguely troubled, but the longer I was there, the
more comfortably she fit herself back into her old
behaviors. It secretly excited me, knowing that I could
walk away from her as she was now and she'd simply take
up her old life, with no memory whatsoever of being any
different. I'd never do that, but it was kind of
thrilling to know I could. "A hug is always nice."
"Ronni Elizabeth Keller," I said, as I nestled my face
into the hair on top of her head, "remember being my
slut."
'Ronni Elizabeth Keller' is the key phrase; when she
hears me say it to her, she becomes Fuck Toy Ronni, in
which she remembers everything I have ever forced her to
do, and she is forced to obey any physical command I give
her. Of course, part of the key is that I have to say it
to her, if anyone else says it, it has no effect. I'm not
stupid.
She went very still in my arms as suddenly she remembered
everything.
I knew she was remembering all the things she had done
for me since I had first mind controlled her, how as
'Asleep Ronni' she had reveled in it like a whore, how by
the time I was finished with her she had my cum in her
cunt, her ass, drying on her tits, smeared on her mouth
and chin and neck, how she could taste it in the back of
her throat. How she had gotten on her hands and knees and
barked like a dog for me, kissed and licked my feet,
begged me to use her harder, avidly licked out my
asshole, cried like her heart was broken when I finally
told her I had to go, pleaded with me to come back and
use her for a sperm bank again. I heard her draw in her
breath sharply as she recalled the filthy, explicit
things she had said to me in various phone calls since
the last time I'd seen her.
Of course, she was only that willingly depraved and
slutty in her 'Asleep Ronni' mode, when I'd tampered with
her thoughts and feelings and forced her to worship,
adore, and lust for me fanatically. As Fuck Toy Ronni,
her mind is untampered with, and she remembers
everything, but her behavior is constrained by my
commands.
She was also remembering that one of the reasons I turn
her into 'real' Ronni is that as 'real' Ronni I have no
mind control over her, unless I turn her into someone
else. Thus, as 'real' Ronni I have often actually
physically raped her in the past... usually having to
beat her into submission, which I enjoy. Punishing her
physically, hurting her badly until she agrees to obey
me, sobbing her heart out and begging me for mercy...
god, it's a trip. I can make her do anything, willingly
or unwillingly, in her other modes, but it's only when
she's 'real' Ronni that I can truly force my will against
hers, using physical force. I always make her forget
these times, so each time it's the 'first' one for her.
"Oh GOD!" I heard her gasp, trembling. She started
violently and tried to yank out of my arms. "No, NO...!"
"Hold still and quiet down," I told her firmly, and she
immediately became motionless again, other than
shuddering and trembling.
If you read the first chapter of this you know what's up.
If not...
It had started a few months before. I had taken some
books on hypnosis out of the library and learned some
startling things. I had mentioned to Ronni in one
conversation that a lot of the body's ills seemed to be
psychological in nature, and under hypnosis, many people
had been successfully cured of chronic conditions simply
through the power of suggestion. Ronni has terrible
allergies and occasionally experiences awful fits of
asthma, so when I offhandedly suggested that maybe
hypnosis would help her out with them, it hadn't been
hard to talk her into trying it.
As I had suspected after reading the books, Ronni was a
very good subject for hypnosis. She is normally a very
pliable, docile, well behaved girl. I had been
romantically and sexually obsessed with her since meeting
her a year before, but her parents had raised her very
strictly to be a 'good girl', which meant, saving herself
for her husband. Also, she just honestly wasn't
physically attracted to me. So we were friends and I was
very frustrated.
I realize that what I did was pretty terrible, but
believe me, if you could see Ronni, you would understand.
She stands about 5'8 and has heavy, shoulder length, dark
brown-auburn hair, a very pleasant, snub nosed, full
lipped face with big, innocent hazel grey eyes normally
hidden behind oversized rectangular glasses. She prefers
to dress in little girl styles like colored t-shirts and
denim bib overalls with her hair in pigtails, but no
matter how hard she tries she can't hide her fabulous
body, which I personally would have given up a couple of
fingers just to see naked, much less touch.
She's not really athletic, but at 18 she was very trim
and healthy, with wide shoulders, slim legs, a lovely,
rounded ass, and frankly big sexy tits. I didn't know,
but if I had to estimate, I'd say she was a 36C or D,
around a 27 or 28 waist, and a 35 ass easily. Her mouth
was wide and her lips were full and soft and naturally
pink and I couldn't even look at her face without getting
a hard on from instant images of shoving her to her knees
and fucking her mouth.
The hypnotic sessions did help her with her allergies and
asthma; in fact, as far as I know, since we started them
she hasn't had a single attack. And a slight acne problem
she used to have is totally gone, too, thanks to my
powers of suggestion. But there was no way I was going to
waste an opportunity like that, so I also implanted key
phrases in her subconscious that, whenever she heard me
speak them to her, would make her my instant and total
slave. She would believe anything I told her and obey any
command I gave her.
I didn't just hypnotize Ronni, I'd programmed several
modes of personality and behavior into her... 'real'
Ronni, Fuck Toy Ronni, Asleep Ronni, and Awake Ronni, all
of whom thought and behaved in somewhat different ways.
Since then I'd made nearly every fantasy I had come true
with her. She was much more fun to be with in public as
'Awake Ronni'; unhesitatingly giving me little hugs and
long, affectionate kisses, walking around arm in arm with
me, chattering happily, all without seeming to really be
aware of what she was doing or how it was different from
how she had always behaved with me before then.
She'd started dressing in short skirts and running shorts
and halter tops, which looked fantastic on her. In the
way social acquaintances have of just assuming things, I
knew that all our mutual friends were now simply taking
it for granted that she was my girlfriend. That was fine
with me, although to make sure it didn't trouble Ronni if
someone mentioned it to her, I planted another suggestion
that she wouldn't think about it much if that happened.
When we were alone she was usually 'Awake Ronni' until I
turned her into another mode... generally Fuck Toy Ronni,
whom I enjoyed raping and humiliating and torturing, but
sometimes Asleep Ronni, if I felt sweet and romantic. (I
often tortured Asleep Ronni too, but it was impossible to
rape or humiliate her, she was always willing, a complete
and utter slut who loved everything I did to her).
As 'real' Ronni she acted just like she always had...
until I used a key word to control her. It was a mode I
didn't use often, and I always made her forget everything
we'd done together, because I enjoyed having her as my
secret slave. I could have simply planted a suggestion
that she loved me and willingly, consciously served me,
but to be honest, I got a thrill out of having her this
way. Having her love me all the time would have been less
fun than having her treat me like she always had, when I
knew I could make her act differently just by saying a
magic phrase.
I didn't use 'real' Ronni often, but sometimes I just
liked to put her back the way she was, to fully enjoy
making her into something else with a spoken word.
Now she was starting to cry in my arms as she remembered
all the things we had done together in the last few
months. Remembering the beatings, the humiliations...
remembering being a cum-drinking cock-sucking ass-licking
slut... and worse.
"If you can behave and be quiet and remember that you
love me, you can talk to me," I told her.
Immediately she whimpered, "Please don't... I don't want
to...please... don't make me..." She sobbed, unable to
move.
"Why, Ronni, you know you love to be my little slut." I
cupped her full, heavy breasts through her plaid cotton
button up outdoor shirt, my thumbs finding her nipples
and rubbing them through the weave. She started to
breathe hard; in any mode, she loves to have me touch
her.
"Oh God," she said, flushing an even deeper red, her
hands clenched helplessly at her sides, "oh God please
don't... don't... I don't want to... don't make me do
it..." Her downcast eyes were brimming with tears. It
turned me on even more to see that. I pinched her nipples
and rolled them between thumb and forefinger through the
cotton. She shuddered as I did it.
I unbuttoned her shirt slowly all the way down and tugged
it out of her jeans and slipped it lovingly, leisurely,
down off her shoulders and over her limp, still hands. I
tossed it onto her bed and leaned down and pushed my
tongue into her mouth as I reached around her torso to
undo her bra clasp. With no explicit orders she just
stood there, crying, lips parted, as my tongue explored
her mouth thoroughly, running over her upper and lower
teeth, swirling around her own tongue as I drank in the
sweet taste of her helplessness, relishing her warm
breath, knowing that in a few more minutes her mouth
would be heavy with the taste of my sperm. I slipped her
bra forward off her lovely, heavy, sexy breasts and
dropped it to the floor.
Now she was stripped to the waist, wearing only a new,
tight pair of blue jeans, socks, and sneakers, and her
glasses. I nibbled each of her lips, sucking them away
from her teeth one at a time and then letting them snap
back, then stepped back just a bit to admire the way she
looked. Her full breasts were so heavy they sagged just
slightly on her chest and her light pink nipples were
hard from my pinching. Tears kept streaming down her face
and were now running down her neck.
I had forbidden her in the past to ever cover herself in
my presence if she were undressed, which was why she was
standing there completely still. "Please...," she
whimpered. "Please, I don't want to, I can't stand it if
you make me do it again..."
"What am I doing, baby?" I asked her, smiling gently.
She sobbed louder. "You're raping me...! Please, please
don't... if you really love me, like you say..."
"Ronni," I interrupted her, "say 'please let me suck your
cock and swallow your sperm'."
"Please let me suck your cock and swallow your sperm,"
she said promptly, then burst into heavier sobs as she
heard herself say it. "Ohhhh GOD I really can't STAND it
if you make me do that again..."
I smiled. "You can stand it, hon. You always do. Now
undress me, baby girl."
She gasped and her hands moved to the waistband of my
sweatshirt and she pulled it off over my head quickly and
efficiently. The expression on her face was that of
someone who has no clear idea why she's doing what she's
doing. She unsnapped my jeans and went down to one knee,
tears still flowing down her cheeks, to push the
waistband down to my knees. "Ronni," I said, "here are
some new orders for you. Anytime your face is within,
say, six inches of my cock, I want you to put it in your
mouth and keep it there until I tell you to let it out."
"Oh, no, please...," she begged, promptly taking my half
hard prick in one soft hand, angling it upwards, and
swallowing it up in her open mouth.
"Mmmmppphhh nmmmmmm nnggggggg," she continued to protest
through her mouthful of dick.
"Keep undressing me, baby, and swirl your tongue on my
dick," I told her. "Suck it for me a little while you're
down there. You know how I like it."
She was crying so hard now she was nearly choking around
my rapidly hardening dick, but she obeyed, slowly
rotating her tongue around the length of my shaft,
sucking and slurping at it. While she did that, she
untied my sneakers and took them off my feet one at a
time, a little clumsily because she had to work by touch.
Then she pulled my jeans off over my feet one at a time,
then took my socks off one at a time, sucking away at the
cock in her mouth, whimpering and sniffling around it
while she obeyed me. Other than my watch and a zodiac
amulet that an ex girlfriend had given me for Valentine's
Day a few years before, I was naked. With Ronni kneeling
topless at my feet, sobbing and moaning despairingly as
she sucked away at my cock.
My cock was rock hard by then. "Do you want a nice big
mouthful of sperm, Ronni?" I asked her.
Her eyes rolled miserably up to mine and she shook her
head, just slightly, from side to side, saying
"nnnnmmmmmm plllsssssmmmm!"
"Yes you do, you cum-hungry bitch," I told her. "You can
take your mouth off my cock for a minute, now."
She promptly let my cock slide out of her mouth with a
moist slurping sound. "Please, don't make me, I'll throw
up, I will, I'll be sick..." she whined.
I sighed. "Baby sister, you love my cock," I told her.
"Say it, cunt."
"I do," she said, her voice mournful and despairing but
breathy at the same time. "I do love your cock.... Oh
God."
"Kiss it, Ronni," I ordered. "Show me how much you love
my dick."
"Ooohhhhh nooooo," she sobbed, but raised her head
immediately and went to work kissing and licking all up
and down the length of my prick. She moaned and grunted
as her tongue and lips slurped all over my hard meat,
turning her head to the side and opening her mouth to
catch the side of my shaft between her soft lips and
running them up and down the length, her tongue pressed
against the blue vein on the underside. I reached down
and gently took her glasses off her face as she continued
to avidly slobber on my prick. Her eyes looked up at me
defenselessly as she began to flutter her tongue in the
way I had taught her just on the underside of my
circumcised helmet.
I reached down, put my hands under her arms, and pulled
her to her feet. "Give me your best kiss, baby," I said,
and covered her mouth with mine.
She groaned as she moved into my arms, hers going around
my neck as mine encircled her waist, her eyes tightly
shut as she tilted her mouth to near right angles to
mine, both our lips open in wide ovals as her tongue met
mine firmly and then pushed on, past my lips deep into my
mouth, thick and fluid and meaty, and she moaned as her
lovely sexy breasts pressed onto my chest, her hard
little nipples pressing like pebbles into my skin, and
our mouths fused together. Our tongues slid back and
forth, wrestling together first in my mouth, then in
hers, then back again, slurping noisily over our groans
of pleasure as I sucked her tongue, then she sucked mine.
My hands rubbed her bare shoulder blades and my fingers
traced her spine down, then slipped under the waistband
of her jeans to press the top of her full, taut
asscheeks. I could taste my own meaty cock flavor on her
tongue and her breath. Our heads pushed into each other
hard enough to be painful if our mouths hadn't been
joined, wet lips sliding frictionlessly back and forth as
we rocked in each other's arms, tongues swirling
together, both of us moaning now into each other's hot
breath, our combined saliva soaking both our mouths and
chins as we kissed and kissed and kissed.
The kiss went on and on for several minutes as she pushed
her tits onto my naked chest and tried her best to shove
her tongue down my throat, or suck mine down hers.
Finally I lifted my mouth off hers with a faint slurp and
kissed the tip of her nose. "God, you're hot, baby," I
gasped, soaked in sweat and breathing like I'd just run
the 600. "I need to cum in you. Get on your knees and
kiss and lick my cock until I tell you to stop."
"Oh," she gave a little anguished whimper as she sank to
her knees immediately. She knew I was about to use her as
my personal sperm bank, with her mouth as my first
deposit slot. She had told me in the past, before I had
hypnotized her, when she caught me reading some
pornography that she thought cocksucking was especially
nasty, so I always made her do it.
Turned on though I know she was, she was still crying.
"Please, it's dirty, I don't want it in my mouth, please
don't make me," she pleaded, all the while placing little
kisses all down the shaft to my balls, then back up to
the head. "Please," she said, swirling her tongue along
the underside in a long slurping lick, "please don't make
me be a little slut any more..."
"You sucked it three times last time you saw me," I said.
And she had, too. It had been an unplanned encounter; I
had run into her coming out of one of her classes in the
math building up on campus. I'd pushed her right back
into the empty classroom, put her in Fuck Toy Ronni mode,
sat down in the teacher's chair, and made her get down on
her knees and suck me off three times, giving her a nice
warm tummy full of sperm before I'd been satisfied, put
her back in Awake Ronni mode, kissed her affectionately
goodbye, and let her leave.
"I know, I know," she cried, "but you made me, I'm a good
girl, please
don't make me do it again." Her eyes met mine
imploringly, even as her mouth kept kissing and licking
my prick. "Please..., I threw up after that, my jaw ached
for two whole days, please, I'm not a little slut...!"
As she declared she was not a little slut, she was
fluttering her tongue like butterfly wings under the
flange of my circumcised cockhead. I smiled. She had
thrown up, although since she had been Awake Ronni at the
time, she hadn't had the vaguest idea why. I remembered
though.
"You didn't throw up from eating my cum, baby. Remember
what else I made you do?"
She seemed to think back... then her eyes widened and she
looked even more horrified. "Oh my GOD," she gasped, "Oh
no, no, no, no, no, please don't, DON'T..."
She angled my cock downward and started kissing down the
back side of it. "Mwah, mwah, mwah, mwah..."
"Tell me what I did, Ronni," I instructed her gently. "Oh
GOD," she sobbed, licking up one side and down the other.
"You... you peed in my mouth... and you made me swallow
it, oh GOD it was so gross..."
"How many times have I pissed in your mouth, baby
sister?" I asked her.
"Ohhhh," she groaned, as the question forced her to think
about it, "oh OHHH... luh lots of tuh times..." She began
sobbing again, still licking my cock.
"You want to swallow my piss again, Ronni," I told her.
"You really do. Say it."
"Oh no," she cried, "Oh no, oh God I want to swallow your
piss again, I really do, please let me, please pee in my
mouth, oh God!"
"I will, baby," I assured her. "After you swallow my cum,
I'll have some nice piss for you."
"Oh noooooo nooooo noooooo," she said, sobbing hard now,
but still licking my cock like a lollipop.
"Stop licking my cock a second, Ronni," I told her, "and
stop crying and listen to me." She stopped licking
immediately; it took her the better part of a minute to
get her sobs under control. Then she looked up at me,
face tracked with tears, eyes red from weeping, lips
trembling. "What...?"
"I'm going to offer you a deal, Ronni," I told her. "I
don't want to have to control you any more to make you do
things, so I want you to agree to suck me off, and
swallow my cum, and drink my piss, whenever I want."
She blinked at me, and then said "No! I won't...! I never
will agree to do that willingly!"
I smiled. "Really? Will you suck my cock willingly if I
promise not to ever turn you into Fuck Toy Ronni or
Asleep Ronni again? If, in fact, I promise to remove all
your hypnotic programming? Will you be my willing little
slut if I don't mind control you any more?"
She looked up at me, eyes bright with tears. She pressed
her lips together in a grimace as she thought. Abruptly,
she went pale. Ronni doesn't remember everything all at
once, and she was remembering now all the various
horribly degrading things I'd done to her... how as
Asleep Ronni, which of course Fuck Toy Ronni remembers
being, she had begged me to do it and loved it... and how
I'd frequently beaten her into submission in her Boring
Ronni mode, and then made her forget it all over again.
Now, personally, I'd think that she'd want to be Asleep
Ronni all the time, since Asleep Ronni is the one who
enjoys everything I do to her. However, I had a feeling
that any of the mind controlled states I put Ronni in
would seem horrible to her, when she was free to think
about them, which she was in Fuck Toy Ronni mode. And
she'd gone for it once before, when I'd offered to remove
her hypnotic programming in exchange for her willing
compliance in one last fuck session. This was just taking
that further. I wondered if she'd go for it.
She gulped and looked like she was going to throw up.
"Don't throw up," I ordered her. "I'll turn you into
Asleep Ronni and fuck you all night, you bitch."
She gulped several times, but of course, as Fuck Toy
Ronni, she must obey any physical commands I give her, so
she couldn't throw up, now. Finally, she said "I..." She
stopped and fresh tears ran down her cheeks. "Damien...
oh God... I... if you won't..." She stopped again and
rocked on her knees back and forth, sobbing almost
silently, for a good thirty seconds or so.
Finally, in a very tired, almost inaudible voice, she
said, "All... all right, Damien... if you... if you get
rid of... of... Fuh Fuck Toy Ronni..." She grimaced as
she said it, "Ah... and... Asleep Ronni, God I hate being
her, and Uh Ah Awake Ronni and just make me into me
again..."
She sobbed suddenly, explosively, but then forced herself
to go on, "I promise. I... I will... I will suck you. I
will suck your thing." She sobbed again. "Whenever you
want. I'll... I'll be your little blowjob girl." She
moaned as if she were in pain, but went on, "And your
little toilet girl. I... I won't be bad or tease you any
more. I'll suck it good for you and eat all the cum, and
drink your pee, I will... and I won't throw up or be bad,
I promise."
"All right," I said. "Ronni, in a minute I'm going to
turn you back into 'real' Ronni. But for the first time,
you will have your full memory. You will remember what we
talked about and what you promised. You will be free to
break your promise if you want, but you will remember
making it, and why, and what will happen to you if you
don't keep it."
I paused, and then said, "Ronni Elizabeth Keller,
obrigato... wake up and be yourself."
She started and shook her head... looked down at herself
in shock, then up at me in horror... and started sobbing
again. "Oh GOD," she whimpered. "Oh GOD. Please don't
make me.... Please don't."
I sighed. "Fine," I said. "Then you better get used to
being Fuck Toy, Asleep, and Awake Ronni, you lying cunt.
Veronica Elizabeth..."
"WAIT!" she cried out. "Oh God. Please... I... I will. I
will do it. I will... agh... I will suh suck your cock
whenever you want. And ah ah eat your cuh cum. And drah
drink your puh pee. If you... if you don't... muh make
me... any more! Please!"
I folded my arms. "Well, now you've pissed me off, Ronni.
Now you have to do anything I want. Let me fuck your
pussy and your ass, anytime. Now that's part of the deal,
too."
She stared up at me. "But... but... you said..."
"And you gave me shit, baby sister," I said grimly,
forbiddingly. "So now the deal has changed. Still want to
give me shit?"
She looked up at me for a moment, tears streaming freely
down her cheeks... then looked down. "No," she said, very
quietly. "No sir, no big brother, no darling, no... no,
your baby sister slave slut won't give you any more shit,
please, if you take out all the slutty Ronni
programming... I... I will do whatever you want. I pruh
promise."
"Go ahead, then," I said. "Suck me off, you cunt." She
looked at me pathetically, tears streaming down her face,
but I think she understood that I could just turn her
into Fuck Toy Ronni and order her to suck it and she
would, just like last time and the time before. She
grimaced, but then opened her mouth wide and leaned
forward and took the head past her lips once more and
began to suck and lick at it diligently.
"Take it all," I said. "Bob your head. Make me cum, baby
sis." She gave a muffled little groan of protest but
obediently let her mouth slide down my shaft and started
pumping her head on me slowly, sucking away, lips tight,
tongue rubbing on the underside of my cock. After a
minute or so of this, she pulled her head off and looked
up at me and said hopefully "Would you like to cum on my
boobs this time instead of in my mouth? Please?"
"Jesus Christ, Ronni, you've eaten my cum like a hundred
fucking times," I reminded her. "And liked it and asked
me for more. Begged me."
"Asleep Ronni did that!" she said, crying again. "I'm not
really like that."
"You can be like that in a hot second if you keep pissing
me off," I warned her.
"Noooooo please..." she groaned.
"Keep sucking, slut," I said, and she gave a little
strangled sob, and then went back to sucking me off
without a further word.
After Ronni blew me for a few more minutes, I felt the
first tinglings of an oncoming orgasm in my cock and
balls. "Get ready, baby," I said and put my hands on her
head. She gave a little anguished groan around my cock,
but kept sucking me steadily, pumping her tight, hot, wet
mouth on my prick a bit faster now. She was really
getting good at it. The first time, when I had her in the
first hypnotic trance, I had to show her everything,
guiding her head with my hands, telling her how to use
her lips and tongue.
I had told her to remember and she had. I even thought
she was starting to enjoy it even though she'd never
admit it. I looked down at her, kneeling on her dorm room
floor in just her jeans and socks, back naked down to her
waist, tears drying on her cheeks, giving me an exquisite
blowjob for no reason except that I wanted her to. And
she would do it any time I wanted, anywhere I wanted,
without conditioning or mind control. What a fucking
power trip.
"Ahhhhhhhh," I moaned, and shot off in her mouth with a
liquid splattering sound I could hear as well as feel.
Ronni gasped and gagged around my cock as I emptied my
balls into her sucking mouth. "Keep pumping that mouth,"
I told her. "Suck it all out of me, baby girl."
Half choking, half sobbing, Ronni obediently kept bobbing
her head in and out, sucking and slurping and gagging as
she tried to swallow my load.
There were twin lines of shiny white cum spilling out
both corners of her
mouth and running down opposite sides of her chin. If she
had been in a trance I could have taken mercy on her and
told her she loved how my cum tasted and felt in her
mouth, but since she wasn't, I couldn't. She had to
suffer.
"Get it all, sweetie," I told her, and she sobbingly
complied, licking and sucking and bobbing and slurping to
pump all my cum up my shaft into her mouth.
After another minute or so, I knew I was finished and I
told her she could stop. She pulled her head back and
released my cock from the warmth of her mouth.
"Lick up what you spilled," I told her sternly.
Her tongue came out and licked at the corners of her lips
reluctantly. "God," I heard her sob.
"We're going to the movies tonight, baby," I told her.
"And you're going to spend the whole show with your head
in my lap."
She flushed dull red and didn't look up at me, but after
a second, nodded her head. "Okay..." she said. "Can we
sit in the back please where other people won't see?"
"I'll think about it," I said, and she just nodded, as if
accepting a perfectly justified rebuke.
"Look up at me, Ronni," I demanded.
She tilted her head up and met my eyes, tongue still
running around her lips. She didn't seem aware of it.
"Yes...."
"Now, I didn't force you to suck me off that time, did I?
You did it willingly," I reminded her.
She took a big breath. "Yes... I did it willingly." She
paused and blinked. "Cuz you promised to... not make me
into... slutty Ronni's... any more." She blinked again,
several times. "Please don't. I can't stand it when you
make me like it, or when you control my body against my
will."
"Didn't you like it?" I asked, almost gently.
"It's disgusting," she said, and tears spilled out of her
eyes again. "I'm a mess. Your stuff is all over my face."
"But you did like it, didn't you?" I asked again.
She sobbed. "No," she finally said. "I huh hate it, buh,
but... I... I'd ruh rather hate it and stuh still decide
to do it than have you muh make me do it or... muh make
me luh like it."
I smiled. "But Ronni, even though you hate sucking me,
you do love me, don't you? And you do love making me
happy, don't you? It's okay. You can admit it."
She closed her eyes and sobbed again for several seconds.
Then, finally, she said, kind of mumbling, "I know I
should hate you, Damien, and I wuh want to, buh but... I
duh do luh love you..." She looked up at me through eyes
that were full of tears. "Duh did you do this to muh me?
Did you muh make even ruh Real Ronni luh love you?"
"You remember everything now, hon," I told her gently.
"Did I do this to you? Or do you just love me all by
yourself?"
She lowered her head and her shoulders shook as she began
to cry hard again. "Yuh you're awful," she sobbed, "yuh
you ruh RAPED muh me and cuh controlled my mind and I
shuh should HATE you..."
"But...?" I asked her, gently.
She hung her head. "But I love you," she whispered. "I...
I'll do anything you want, Damien... even though I hate
it..." She looked up at me again. "Whuh why do I love you
if you aren't making muh me, Damien?"
I ran my fingers through her hair. "Because although you
don't know it, Ronni, this is what you need. You weren't
happy the way you were before. Some people are born to be
slaves, and you're one of them. I had to force you into
it, but now that you've experienced it, you can't ever go
back, and you don't want to. You're happy this way. Even
though you hate what I make you do, you love the fact
that I make you do it."
She sniffled and moved her head against my fingers.
Finally, she said, "Okay," in a little girl's voice.
"Okay what?" I asked her, caressing the rim of her ear
with my fingertips.
She looked up at me. "Okay," she murmured, "I'm a slave,
I'm your slave, I'm... huh happy that way." She paused.
"I luh love you."
"I love you too, baby," I told her agreeably. "And what
will you do for me?"
She sobbed. "Anything," she said, finally. "Uh even if I
huh hate it."
I stroked her chin with my thumb. "When will you do it?"
"Any time," she moaned. "Oh, god, Damien, any time you
want me to, whenever you tell me to."
I ran my thumb over her lips and she closed her eyes and
licked it. "And where will you do it?"
"Anywhere," she moaned, fervently. "Here in my room, or
at your house, or in a classroom, or a stairwell, or...
or anywhere, in a movie or on the quah quad or ah
anywhere..."
"Tell me why," I demanded. "Say it, slave," I ordered.
"Because I'm yours," she barely breathed. "Because I luh
like being yours. Buh because I love you."
I slapped her face. "Do you like that, slave?"
She sobbed. "Nuh no, but...!" She raised her face, her
chin trembling, turning the cheek I hadn't slapped yet to
me. "I nuh know you luh like hitting me, Damien, suh so
you shuh should hit me muh more... all you want... as
much as you want..."
I patted her head. "I do like hitting you, Ronni," I
said. "That doesn't bother you? Or make you love me
less?"
She stared up at me, face wet. "Nuh no," she said,
finally, "nuh nothing buh bothers me, Damien... I'm...
I'm yours. And nuh nothing could make me not love you.
Yuh you're mean... and kuh cruel to me... buh but that's
your right. Yuh you can fuh fuck me... buh beat me... puh
pee on me... guh give me to other puh people... do
whatever you want with me... I... my juh job is to luh
let you... and to luh love you no matter what."
"Good girl," I said. "Ready for some piss now?"
"Oh," she sniffled. "Now?"
"Right now, baby," I said. "Remember, you're doing it
willingly."
"Yes..." she said, miserably, tears starting again.
"And why?" I asked her.
"Because I luh luh like to please you," she said, crying,
"and because I luh love you, and because yuh you own me,
and because I pruh promised."
"What are you, Ronni?" I asked her.
She looked up at me. "I duh duh don't understand," she
said, finally.
"Are you a cocksucker?" I asked.
She flushed under her tears. "Yuh yes...," she said. "I
am. I am your cocksucker."
"Are you a cum-eater?" I asked her.
"Yes," she whimpered. "I am a cum-eater. I am your cum-
eater. I am your cum-eating cocksucker...."
"And there's something else you are, isn't there, Ronni?"
I asked, smiling.
She closed her eyes and rocked back and forth on her
knees like she was being whipped, but finally said,
"Yes... I am also a piss-drinker. I am your piss-drinker.
I am your piss-drinking, cum-eating cocksucker."
She began crying hard, but went on, "I drink your piss. I
eat your cum. I swallow everything from your cock. I suck
your cock whenever you want. My mouth is your sperm bank
and your yuh yuh Urinal.... And I like it and I love
you."
"Show me, baby," I said, softly.
Without another word, Ronni leaned forward and took my
softened cock back into her mouth. Without being told,
she tightened her lips on it and looked up at me.
I sighed, and relaxed, and began to piss. She closed her
eyes tight and started to swallow, and swallow, and
swallow. When I was done, I told her she could stop. She
let my cock slide out of her mouth with a gasp of relief.
"Did you like that, Ronni?" I asked her. "Tell the
truth."
She gave a choking little half sob. Then, in a very quiet
voice, she said, "Nuh no..." She paused, and then, even
more quietly, added, "...yes..."
I ran my fingers through her hair. "Ronni, I will never
piss in your mouth again unless you want me to. I love
pissing in your mouth and having you swallow it, but I
will never do it again without your permission. Can I
have your permission?"
She looked up at me with wet eyes... and sniffled... and
after ten seconds or so, she gulped and nodded her head.
"Please..." she said, flushing a deep red but not looking
away. "Puh please pee in my mouth. I... I like it. I like
swallowing it. It... it tuh tastes good."
"So, from now on, if I'm with you and I find I have to go
pee, I should...?" I asked her, raising my eyebrows.
"Do it in my mouth," she said, promptly, blinking her big
wet eyes. "Please.... Just tell me and I'll get on my
knees and you can pee right in my mouth."
"Okay," I said. "And Ronni, if we're ever together, or
for that matter, if you're by yourself, and you find you
suddenly want to suck on my cock, I want you to tell me.
If we're together, I want you to ask me if you can. If
you're alone or with someone else, I want you to call me
and ask. Okay?"
She blinked. "Yes... I will," she said. "But what if I
want to suck it all the time?"
"Then you beg me to let you," I told her. "I like it when
you beg."
"Oh," she said. After a second, she said, "I like it when
I beg, too...." She paused again, then said, "Can I suck
it again now? Please?"
"No, baby," I said pleasantly. "Now I'm going to fuck you
in the ass."
She groaned, but she had to have known it was coming.
"All right," she whispered, finally. "I... I will
willingly let you do that. Whenever you want. I... I'm a
butt slut, too. I'm a cocksucking cum-eating piss-
drinking butt slut."
"But first," I said, "I'm going to turn you into Asleep
Ronni again."
Her eyes went very wide. "But," she said, in a whisper,
"but you promised."
I ran my thumb over her wet cheek. "I know, baby. But I
have to turn you into Asleep Ronni to take all my mind
control programs out of you, you see?"
She closed her eyes and gave a little sob. "Yes," she
said, "thank you, Damien, please, thank you..." She
looked up at me. "Will I remember everything?"
"Yes, baby," I told her tenderly. Well, I thought, maybe
not everything...
She groaned. "Okay," she said, after a second. "Guh...
good." She blinked up at me again. "Cuh... can I pluh
please... I'll do anything you wuh want... buh but... can
I pluh please not dress like a slut in public any more?"
"You are a slut, baby," I told her gently. "Shouldn't you
dress like one?"
"Oh," she sobbed, as if I'd struck her across the face.
After a second, she said "That's true," and hung her
head. "I'm a slut. I suck cock. I eat cum. I drink piss.
I get fucked in my cunt and my ass. I guh get beaten up
whenever my muh master wants..." She gave in to deep
racking sobs for several seconds.
I let her cry for a little while, then took her hand and
whispered the code word. I quickly told Asleep Ronni that
from now on, she and all the other Ronni's were going to
become part of Real Ronni, and not be separate people any
more. There would only be one Ronni, who would remember
everything, and not be subject to my physical or mental
control any more... who could choose to do whatever she
liked.
Asleep Ronni smiled up at me. "Yes, Damien," she said,
happily. "I will choose to be your whore. Mmmmmm. Thank
you for making me into what I needed to be, Damien."
"There's one thing, though," I told her, and quickly gave
her a few other instructions. She nodded her head
thoughtfully.
I smiled, knelt down and kissed Asleep Ronni good bye,
and then woke Ronni up as herself for the first time in
quite a while.
She looked up at me, not crying now. I saw her flex her
fingers wonderingly. "Suh say the code word, Damien," she
asked me, in a questioning voice.
I smiled, and said the code word that would previously
have turned her into Asleep Ronni. Ronni listened to it,
obviously trying to feel if her attitude changed in any
way. "Now the other one," she said, "puh please,
Damien... the Fuck Toy one."
I said the Fuck Toy codeword. Then I said, "Ronni, punch
yourself hard in the face."
As Fuck Toy Ronni, she would have immediately obeyed me.
Now, with the hypnotic commands removed from her
subconscious, she just looked up at me with her eyes
wide, and said, "Really, Damien? Um... okay..." She
clenched her fist and raised it up, trembling, at arm's
length in front of her face, one eye squinted closed,
flinching back from it. "I... where in the face,
Damien...?"
"Don't bother, sweetie," I said. "I'm just showing you
that there are no Fuck Toy or Asleep modes built into you
any more. Your behavior is now completely unconditioned.
You can do whatever you want. You can never see me again.
Dress however you want. Call the police on me. Whatever."
She ran her tongue around her lips, as if testing her
ability to do so, then looked up at me. Her face crumpled
inward a bit. "Buh but... Damien... I'm... I'm still yuh
yours, right? Are yuh you... sending me away?"
I smiled and reached down and cradled her head between my
hands. "Do you want to be mine, babygirl?"
She closed her eyes and gave a contented little puppy
whimper and settled her head into my hands. "Doesn't
matter," she said. "I AM yours, Damien. Always. Always
yours. Your slave and slut and fuck toy and baby sister
and little girl and property. You can beat me. Fuck me.
Cum in me. Give me to your friends. Piss on me. Kill me.
I'm yours."
I smiled at her. "Mmmm good, sweetie. Now... do something
for me?"
She looked up at me eagerly. I took my hands gently away
from her face. "Yes, Damien?" she said, her eyes
sparkling.
"Punch yourself in the face," I said, "hard." I touched
her cheek, gently, with my forefinger. "Right here."
She cringed, but said, levelly, "Yes, Damien," made a
fist, and belted herself hard in the face. Then she
started crying, but very quietly, looking up at me the
whole time, rubbing her cheek with her fingers.
I smiled. "Who owns that face, Ronni?"
She whimpered. "You own my face.... It's yours. Darling.
Sweetheart. Big brother. Muh master."
I patted her head. "Who owns YOU, Ronni?"
She moaned. "You do.... my darling big brother and mate
and master. You own me. I belong to you."
"Stand up, get the rest of your clothes off, and bend
over your desk, slut," I ordered her.
She quickly jumped to her feet and skinned out of her
jeans, breathing so hard she was nearly hyper ventilating
now. "Oh god," she gasped breathily, "oh god... oh,
please..." I don't think even she knew what she was
asking for. After kicking her jeans off her feet, she
slid her panties down and off and then stood up, standing
there, watching me look at her nude body.
"You're beautiful, Ronni," I told her, my eyes running
lovingly and lustfully up and down her naked figure.
She flushed. "I'm glad you think your slave slut sister
is beautiful, Damien," she whispered. "Are you going to
fuck me in the ass now...?"
"Do you want my cock in your ass, Ronni?" I asked her.
"Yes, please," she said immediately, and then sobbed.
"Then bend over your desk, baby," I said. "Reach back and
pull your cheeks apart. And tell me why you want my cock
up your ass, doll."
"Oh," she said, immediately bending over her desk,
pulling her cheeks apart, wiggling her ass at me
provocatively, and starting to cry softly again. "Because
I love you..." she said, sobbing as I started to work my
new erection up into her tight ass.
Chapter 3: THE NEXT LEVEL
Ronni and I were sitting on the quad... or rather, I was
sitting, with my back against a tree, and she was lying
in front of me with her head in my lap, looking up at me
as I played with her hair and lightly rubbed my
fingertips over her face... around 1 p.m. on a Tuesday. A
class had just gotten out and there were kids milling all
around us, mostly ignoring us, although quite a few
looked over at Ronni, since she was wearing one of the
'slut' outfits I'd started forcing her to dress in over
the past several months.
Prior to the last few days, of course, Ronni had done it
in response to a post hypnotic suggestion she really
wasn't aware of, but now she knew all about that, and
kept doing it because I made her. She found it
embarrassing, but I think she liked that. Which didn't
really matter, since I knew I did.
Today she was wearing a very short black leather mini
skirt... Ronni had never owned a miniskirt in her life,
so I'd taken her shopping with her daddy's credit card...
and a lacey bustier that I expect, most likely, had never
been intended to be worn by itself, but which looked
frankly great on her, since the center of it didn't quite
meet across her tits and the only thing holding it closed
was crisscrossing laces that let quite a lot of her
cleavage show through.
I'd been making her wear her auburn hair down lately
instead of in the little girl's pigtails she'd used to
favor, and I wasn't letting her wear her glasses when she
was with me any more, either... and the visual change was
really amazing. I'd always thought Ronni was a babe but
before I'd started hypnotizing her she'd done her best to
hide it, and even with the post hypnotic compulsion, her
heart hadn't really been in dressing trashy... she'd just
worn tighter, skimpier clothing because that's what I'd
'suggested' she do.
Now that she'd surrendered all control of herself to me
in every little detail, I was having a lot of fun
dressing her up every morning like a big sexy doll. Which
was actually what she was; a human Barbie doll who
happened to be my favorite toy.
Those who looked carefully could most likely have seen
that Ronni not only wasn't wearing panties under the
skirt (all underwear was forbidden unless I specifically
told her to wear it), but she'd shaved her pussy for me,
too. Some of them were clearly looking carefully as they
went by, and Ronni's face was beet red as she realized
it.
Ronni had had classes all morning, but I'd been making
her skip a lot of them over the past few days to spend
more time with me. It was going to fuck up her grades and
probably piss her parents off, but I honestly didn't
care. Ronni belonged to me... she was my personal
property, by her own willing admission, and since she was
of legal age to make her own decisions, and certainly
didn't need a college degree to be my personal sperm
bank, it didn't matter whether she flunked all her
classes or not.
I hadn't bothered to explain that to her, just told her
to shut up when she complained to me about all the
classes she'd missed. Ronni is a smart girl... much
smarter than she lets people see, or even acknowledges to
herself... and I'm sure she'd figured out by then that
her GPA was no longer important in her life.
I noticed that her legs had gradually, probably without
her conscious control, edged closed under the impact of
people's inquisitive stares. "Spread your legs again,
baby," I told her sweetly, running my fingers through her
hair. "Don't be shy. They get to look, but not touch."
She flushed even darker but obediently let her legs slip
apart again. She moved her head in my lap, seemingly a
random shift, but I knew she was actually rubbing my hard
cock with the back of her neck, through my jeans. "Can't
we go inside?" she said, in her little girl voice.
"Please? I'm... I'm getting' kinda hungry." She looked up
at me with her big hazel eyes. "Please? And... um...
thuh... thirsty, too..." She blushed beet red and looked
down, and then whispered, "...and... and you could do
stuff to me, too..."
I smiled down at her and touched her snub little
peasant's nose with my forefinger. "Do stuff to you?
Whatever to you mean, Little Miss Ronni? I thought you
were sweet and innocent and saving yourself for your
husband."
She blinked her eyes several times... Ronni is really a
sweet girl, but doesn't understand my sense of humor
well... and then, after a second, smiled kind of timidly.
"Um... I... um..." She was obviously confused by my
remark. Finally, she said in a very shy voice "I'm not
very sweet and innocent any more, I guess." Her hands
slid down her sides, caressing herself almost sensuously,
and squeezed her asscheeks through her leather skirt,
almost unconsciously. "I can still feel you in my butt
from this morning," she said earnestly.
"You could do that to me again, if you wanted." She
licked her lips, without being aware of it, I'm sure, and
grimaced at the same time. "Or... or you could... guh
give me something to drink..." This last in a tiny,
utterly ashamed little voice, that couldn't completely
hide the tone of eagerness in it.
"Now, Ronni," I said, with a sigh, caressing the curve of
her ear with my fingertips as she shivered, "didn't I
tell you if you wanted something... something specific...
you were supposed to ask me, very specifically?"
"Yuh yes," she said, in a tiny little girl voice, "yes...
yes, darling..." She looked up at me again. "Cuh can...
can I pluh please... drink your puh pee... sweetheart?"
Her tongue tip came out and ran around her lips as she
blinked up at me.
I smiled down at her. "I don't really need to piss right
now, baby, but you know that when I do, you are my urinal
of choice." I ran my thumb over her lips and she
shuddered, then licked it. "I could make you turn over
and start sucking me off right here," I said. "I usually
need to piss after I cum, so..."
"Oh," she said, a tremble going through her. "Um... that
would... uh... please... please don't..." She rolled her
eyes right and left, looking around at the crowds of kids
still wandering across the various sidewalks on their way
to classes. "We'd get arrested," she said, wonderingly.
"You'd do it if I told you to," I said, tightening my
fingers on a lock of her hair and tugging it sharply.
"Ouch!" she yipped, and rolled her eyes up at me. "Yes,"
she said, after a second, "I would, of course I would, I
have to, you own me..." She trembled again, and closed
her eyes, and pushed herself against me, trying to burrow
her shoulders deeper into my lap. "But please don't.
Um... we can go find a' empty classroom an' I will..."
She sounded imploring now. "Please, honey, Damien, big
brother, please, I'd like that, I'd love that, take me
inside somewhere and... and make me... do things..."
"Hmph," I said, pinching her earlobe with my fingernails
to watch her jump. "That's no fun. Give me a kiss."
She immediately sat up, slid her arms around my neck, and
began kissing me enthusiastically, starting to moan into
my mouth within seconds as she offered me her tongue.
Ronni isn't the greatest kisser yet, although she's
improved a lot, and she puts a lot of effort into it. I
closed my eyes and enjoyed her attentions, sucking on her
tongue, then pushing it back into her mouth with mine,
and exploring her mouth thoroughly for a minute or so
under the tree.
Finally, she pulled her mouth away from mine a few inches
and in a very eager to please voice, asked me "Was that
good?" She made a puppy dog whimper, then said "Darling
Damien?"
"Very nice," I said, stroking her hair. "I like kissing
you. But you know, I'll bet if you just kept my cock
swallowed up all the time, we couldn't be arrested for
indecent exposure, because nobody could see anything
except your head in my lap."
She stared at me, obviously unable to see if I was
kidding or not. Her lower lip trembled. After a few
seconds, she said, doubtfully, "All right... if you
think..." She glanced around again, obviously very
nervous, but then nestled her head into my lap again,
face towards my crotch, and began unzipping me, trying to
be very surreptitious about it.
I rubbed her neck, enjoying her fear and obvious
humiliation, then, just as she was slipping her hand into
my open fly to pull my dick out, said "Well, we could go
back to my place and do something else instead, if you
wanted."
She looked up at me, her small, soft hand inside my
zipper, relief on her face. "Oh, yes, please, let's go
back to your house, please?" Her fingers had found my
cock and were holding it inside my pants. "I'll suck you
all you want there, all day, you can cum in my mouth over
and over, and I'll be your little toilet girl..." She was
licking her lips. "I... I really WANT some pee now,
Damien, PLEASE!"
"I said, we could do something ELSE," I told her.
"Something... mmmm... something we haven't done yet."
"Oh," she said, blinking at me, her voice all small
again.
"Or you can just start sucking," I said, helpfully.
She licked her lips and rolled her eyes back and forth,
looking around again. "Um... do something else? At your
house? Please?"
I smiled. "Don't you even want to know what it is?"
She looked visibly hesitant. "Um... um..." Obviously, she
was at a loss as to what I could possibly do to her I
hadn't done already. "Well... if you want to do it to me,
you will anyway... I mean... I have to let you... so..."
She closed her eyes and gave a little whimper. "Um...
tell me? Big brother? Sweetheart? Angel? Tuh tell your
baby sister? Please?"
I smiled and caressed her cheek and under her chin
gently, as if she were a cat. "Well... have you ever been
tortured, Ronni?"
She clenched her eyes tightly for a moment and shuddered.
"Uh... of course, duh darling... you buh beat me all the
tuh time." She opened her eyes and rubbed her cheek
against the back of my hand. "It's okay, though, it is;
I'm yours and... and I kind of luh like it. At least yuh
you don't hit me in the fuh face much any more..."
"No," I said, smiling, "you've been very good lately, and
you have a very pretty face, Ronni. Do you really like it
when I beat your body?"
She moaned and shuddered against me. "Hurts," she said,
finally, "buh but... I like it when yuh you touch me...
uh... and I like... buh bruises and muh marks... you give
me..." She looked up at me intently. "You could take me
into an empty classroom and beat me some more right now,
Damien. Dah Darling... I...I can always use another
beating... I think I'm getting good at taking them...
and... I like having yuh your marks on me..." She leaned
up and began kissing me lightly all over my face... the
tip of my nose, my cheeks, my chin, my eyebrows. "You own
me," she breathed, as she did it, in between soft pecks.
"I'm yours. I... pluh please... beat me, Damien... ruh
rape all my huh holes... pee in my mouth...
pleeeeeeease..."
I pushed her head down with a chuckle and kissed the
crown of it as she snuggled into my chest. "Mmmm I love
it when you beg, sweetslut. And I do like seeing bruises
on you that I put there. But that's just a beating. I
mean real torture... tying you up, whipping you, using
tools on you, writing on you with razors, stretching your
nipples and holes, cramming you full of things... you
know, really getting serious about hurting you bad. Not
just with my hands."
She looked up at me, her lips trembling. Her eyes went
wide and her face went pale. I smiled...
Half an hour later, I had Ronni out in the old, unused
garage that had come with the house I rent just off
campus. Ronni had seemed very nervous, almost to the
point of open fear, as we'd walked the ten blocks or so
to my place, but she'd been careful to be solicitous and
physically affectionate, keeping our fingers intertwined
in the romantic way she knows I like, occasionally
squeezing my hand, and when we stopped at corners to wait
for traffic, putting her arms around my neck and leaning
up to kiss me briefly. Her lips trembled pleasantly under
mine when she did that. I put her free hand on my hard
cock and made her rub it through my jeans for most of the
walk, too.
Ronni had seemed even more trepidatious when I'd guided
her out to the garage instead of leading her into the
house, but she hadn't resisted at all. I'd had to force
the door beside the big, closed vehicle door open, even
though I'd had a key for the garage on the ring my
landlord had given me when I'd rented the house. I hadn't
been surprised at all to find the electricity in the
garage wasn't hooked up... I'd have to bring out some
battery powered lamps if I wanted to mess with Ronni out
there at night... but the old, dirty windows, high up in
the wooden walls and set in the big closed sliding car
access door, let in enough bright daylight for my
purposes right then.
The inside of the garage was frankly filthy, covered in
dust and dirty old cobwebs that almost obscured the
scattering of... well... garage junk... the kind you can
find in any old, unused garage that has been closed up
for years. An old, obviously hand made, wooden table was
off to the side along one wall, covered in vague, dusty
shaped suggestive of old tools. Yellowed stacks of
newspaper were piled up in a rear corner.
There was an old, beaten up, gas powered mower shoved
against the left side of the garage, with its rubber
handled pull cord lying coiled like an old dirty snake on
top of the motor. Rusty tools, chains, things that looked
like leather belts or straps from an engine, and lengths
of rubber tubing hung from pegs on the wall above the
tool bench.
From the beams crossing the ceiling, a bare light bulb
hung down on the end of a long, frayed electrical cord,
and next to it, a rusty chain with a hook in the end hung
down a few feet further towards the dirty, oil stained
cement floor. Coiled on the tool chest I could see a
long, faded orange, heavy duty extension cord.
"Strip," I'd told Ronni absently, almost ignoring her as
I went over to the tool bench and started brushing dust
off the obscured objects I could see lying there. I
quickly uncovered an old rust-covered claw hammer, a
small, two pound, short handled sledge, a cluster of
screwdrivers of various sizes with different sorts of
handles, a rusty file with a long wooden handle and,
oddly, a bright yellow plastic-sheathe box cutter. I
moved the button on the side up with my thumb and was
surprised to see a shiny and still sharp razor edge
protrude from the end. Hmmmm. Interesting.
I turned and looked as Ronni made a little whimpering
sound. She'd obeyed me, or started to; taking the bustier
off, she had folded it once and was looking around,
cringing from the dirty surroundings, obviously reluctant
to put it down anywhere in the filthy garage. I sighed
and slid my backpack off and handed it to her. "Put your
clothes in here," I told her, as she took it gratefully,
nodding her head.
As always when I see Ronni's tits naked for the first
time in a while, a little throb of desire went through my
groin. Ronni has beautiful, sexy tits; big, shapely and
firm, which they certainly should be, since she won't be
19 until next November. Her nipples are oval shaped, dark
pink shading to brown, and about an inch across, and
erect nicely to light pink nubs in the center when I get
her turned on... which lately, hasn't been difficult to
do.
Standing there in just her ballet slippers and black
leather mini, with her long, recently washed hair down,
nearly naked against the backdrop of that filthy garage,
she looked like an advertisement for a gangbang. Well, I
had something even better in mind for her.
"Do you..." She looked at me, and licked her lips
nervously. "Um... do you really have to..." She stopped,
flushing red, then went on, stammering in her fear, "tuh
tah... torture me? I... I'll... I'll duh do anything you
want..."
I smiled and stepped over to her, put my arm around her
waist, and kissed her forehead. "I know, baby. I'm not
mad at you or anything. You're a good girl. A wonderful
slave. An amazing baby sister. I love you so much,
sweetie."
She looked up at me, her eyes full of tears. "Thank you,"
she said. "Darling. Dear Damien. Big brother..." She
rubbed her cheek against my upper chest for a second.
Then she sobbed a little and looked down. "Buh but...
then... wuh why do you... wuh why are you guh gonna...
tor... torture me?" She was trembling in the circle of my
arm, but I was gratified to see she wasn't making the
slightest effort to pull away from me.
I shrugged. "I just want to," I said, unable to explain.
She was in my power, completely; I could take her in any
way I wanted... she had surrendered to me completely, and
had started to truly revel in her degradation. I felt a
need to keep pushing... keep finding new ways to
humiliate and use her. But I couldn't explain that then.
"I just..." I shook my head. "I don't know, Ronni. But I
want to."
She bit her lower lip and blinked; a tear spilled down
her cheek. "Is... is it 'cuz... I wuh wouldn't... suck
you on the quad?" she asked, very solemnly. "I... I will
now. We can go back. I'll drink your pee there if you
want." Her voice got a little petulant at that. "I wanted
to drink your pee, Damien... if you'd just told me to I
woulda."
I chuckled. "You would have sucked me on the quad, too,
Ronni," I told her. "You know you would have."
She hung her head. "I know," she said. "I would have.
I... I didn't want to... but I would have if you'd told
me to." She looked up at me. "I will now. Let's go back
there. I'll suck you all day right under that tree."
I frowned and she flinched, but didn't draw away. "You
said," I told her. "You said you'd rather come back here
and let me do something else. And you begged me to tell
you what something else was, and I did, and you still
came back here."
She worked her teeth over her lower lip, staring up at me
with big, glimmering eyes. "I know," she said, finally.
"But I..." She blinked several more times, then looked
down. "Okay. Okay." She sighed and seemed to slump down
against me. "If you wanna... if... then... tuh... Torture
me." She looked up at me. Tears were spilling down both
cheeks now as she blinked at me. "If you want to."
I hugged her against me. "I do, baby. I would anyway, but
thank you for letting me." I tilted her chin up and
looked her in the eye. "You know that if you'd said no, I
would have brought you back here and done it anyway?"
She looked at me and blinked, a tear tracking down each
cheek out of each eye as she did it. "Yes, big brother,"
she whispered. "You will do as you please with your
slutty baby sister slave no matter what I try to say or
do about it. I know that."
I kissed her on the forehead again. "Good. Now take the
rest of your clothes off."
"Okay," she said, dully, as I let her go. I'd seen
something over her shoulder, in the corner behind the
tool bench, as we'd been talking, and I walked over there
now. Something orange, and long... hmmmm. Yes, there was
a pile of old, disassembled traffic barriers back
there... basically sawhorses, with orange stripes and
CAUTION painted on them in big yellow letters. God knows
what they were doing there, but they'd be perfect for
what I had in mind, along with some of the cords I'd seen
lying around. Yeah. Perfect.
I pulled out some of the traffic barrier pieces and
assembled one in the center of the dirty garage floor. As
I finished, I turned and saw Ronni fastidiously zipping
up the side of my backpack again, completely naked except
for her slippers... a disobedience I decided to overlook;
the floor really was filthy. She looked amazingly hot,
especially her new, bare pussy. She saw me looking at her
and blushed again, but stood up straight the way I'd
taught her, tits out and legs spread.
"Put that down and come here, baby," I said, gently,
reaching down and picking up the puller cord from the top
of the lawnmower.
She came over docilely enough, looking at my preparations
with eyes so large they almost seemed to glow in the dim,
dusty light of the garage. I was a little surprised to
find that her breaths were a little harsh as she came
over to me. She didn't say anything, just listened, and
let me move her around like a toy, which she knows I
enjoy. I bent her forward over the traffic barrier, using
cords to tie her wrists on the outside of her legs, just
below her knees. She groaned a little as I forced her to
bend further forward than was comfortable for her, the
dirty, splintery board digging into her soft belly a bit,
and then grunted again each time I tightened the cords
around her wrists and upper calves.
"Too tight?" I asked her, solicitously.
"Yes," she whimpered. "Hurts."
"Mmmm," I said, unzipping and taking my hard cock out and
rubbing it through her hair and against the back of her
neck, making her shiver. "Good." I made a mental note to
loosen her bonds every few minutes, though; didn't need
gangrene.
I looked down at her with satisfaction. Her ass was up
and out, but I needed to spread her legs more. I moved
behind her and nudged her feet further apart with each of
my own feet. She groaned as that forced her to settle
harder onto the board against her tummy and put strain on
her thigh muscles. I knelt down and tied her ankles to
the inverted V supports at either end of the traffic
barrier to hold her in place.
Now her ass was up naturally spread for me, and her
shaved cunt was well exposed. I could take her any way I
liked, although I'd have to yank her head up by the hair
and hold it at an uncomfortable angle for her to use her
mouth... which seemed to fit in well with the whole idea.
Yes, this was nice. I didn't have optimum access to her
tits or belly or the inside of her thighs, but I could
hang her from the hook on the ceiling chain later... this
would do to start with.
I walked back around in front of Ronni. She struggled to
bring her head up so she could look at me but in the
position she was tied into, it was nearly impossible. Her
long hair was hanging down in her face, anyway. I wanted
her to be able to see me, if only a little, so I took her
hair and used some rubber bands in my pocket to knot it
in a club behind her head. "Ready?" I said softly, my
hands lightly caressing her ears and the sides of her jaw
as she strained to look up at me.
"Wuh..." Her cheeks were tear streaked as she tried to
keep her gaze on mine. "What are you guh gonna do?"
I smiled and let go of her head, stepping back, reaching
out and picking up a leather and canvas strap that had
probably, at one time, been the fan belt for a large
truck. "Oh," I said, quietly, relishing the look on her
face as she saw me draw the strap through my hands
sensuously, "bad things, Ronni. Very, very bad things."
I looked back at her, and said, gently, "Would you rather
be Asleep Ronni for this, hon? You're a good subject for
hypnosis. I can put those key commands back in, in a
heartbeat, especially if you let me. That way you'd enjoy
this..."
She moaned and struggled to look up at me. "Thuh thank
you," she said, finally, "buh but you enjoy me more wuh
when I'm... wuh willing and not... mind controlled."
I said, quietly, "And are you willing?"
She gave a little sobbing sound, but said, "Yuh yes,
darling... I... I'm so scared... but I'm yuh your
property wuh willingly. Duh do whatever you want with
me."
"Sweetie," I said. "I adore you." I smiled. "But that was
just what I wanted to hear, wasn't it? Are you willing?"
She whimpered, then I saw her head sag even more. She
whispered "No, I hate this, I... I don't want you to...
I'd stuh stop you if I cuh could... but..."
"But you can't," I said, smiling wider.
"Nuh no," she said, head still way down. "I'm yuh yours,
even... even if I duh don't want to buh be..."
I started with her back. I told her firmly to put her
head down, and used the fan belt to lash her bare back
and shoulders about ten times, slowly, aiming carefully,
reddening up her entire back. Dust flew up with the first
few muted whacks against her back, and Ronni grunted with
each impact, but didn't scream for me, which was
thoughtful of her, given how close our nearest neighbors
lived.
The strap didn't break the skin, and although it reddened
her back nicely, I watched over the course of a minute
and the marks started to fade. No permanent bruising with
this thing, it was too broad and light. Hmmm. I didn't
know if I wanted to mark her up... welts, maybe. I'd need
something narrower for that.
"Tell me how bad that was," I said, walking over to the
tool bench and looking at the various straps and cords
hanging from the pegs over it.
"Um.." Ronni's voice was choked and breathy, but after a
second, she said, "Um... hurts... hurts bad... but... nuh
not... TOO bad..."
"Like a spanking from daddy?" I suggested, helpfully.
"My daddy never spanked me," Ronni said solemnly. "Buh
but... I guh guess so..." She paused. "Yuh your fists
hurt a little more when you puh punch me actually." She
paused, then said, almost all in one breath, "Damien-you-
could-take-me-in-the-house-and-punch-me-all-over-beat-me-
up-good-please-please-pleeeeeeeazzzzzzz..."
"Well," I said, reaching up to take down a limp rubber
inner tube that had once probably gone in a bike tire,
"Sorry, cuddle puppy, but I'm afraid I'm just going to
hurt you more than that."
She made a whimpering sound, then said, softly, "I nuh
know."
I moved around behind her, and smacked the rubber inner
tube into my palm. More a crack! than a whack!... hmmm...
and a definite sting there. Probably wouldn't break the
skin... "You know," I said, "I just realized our
neighbors will be at work right now, so you can scream if
you want." Then I brought my arm back and laid that inner
tube across Ronni's sexy ass with a CRACK!
"AAAHHHHOOOOWWWWWW!" Ronni screamed, obviously surprised
by the stinging blaze of agony that must have shot
through her.
"Mmmm," I said. "That sounds nice. Scream more." I lashed
her again with it, and she obeyed me nicely, screaming
for me even louder. I paused, savoring it, and she gasped
"Ohmygod please, please, don't hit me with that ohmyGOD
thatreallyHURTS..."
"Oh, yeah," I said, and started lashing her ass in
earnest, CRACK-CRACK-CRACK-CRACK-CRACK! Ronni's screams
blended into each other, interrupted only with little
hitching gasps for breath, as I beat her ass with the
inner tube. Her buttocks were criss-crossed with stripes
so red they nearly glowed in the dim light when I stopped
to rest my aching arm. Ronni's breath was coming in big
sobbing gulps and she was crying hard, gasping and
gulping and snorting and shivering with pain. "Oh
godgodgod ohmyGOD oh please don't don't DON'T..." she
gibbered, after I stopped lashing her for a moment, "oh
SHIT that hurts that hurts that HURTS..."
Ronni hardly ever swears, so I realized that must really,
REALLY hurt.
"Baby," I said, caressing her fiercely welted up ass
gently with my fingertips, "Torture is SUPPOSED to hurt."
I shook my head and sighed. "And I haven't even gotten to
your titties or pussy yet."
I could hear her starting to sob. I patted her back,
feeling her tremble and shake under my hand as she wept
uncontrollably. Finally, after a minute or so, she said
"Oh, please, please, I don't wanna, please, I'll do
anything, you can make me, please, just don't, please,
don't hurt me, pleeeeeeease..."
I walked around in front of her and knelt down so I could
look her in the eyes. She kept sobbing, but stopped
pleading nonstop as I did. After a second, though, she
blinked and said, her voice choked with tears and phlegm
"....please?"
I touched her wet cheek lightly. "So... you really don't
like it? Not even a tiny little bit?"
She blinked at me. "It... it hurts," she said, very
quietly, in an almost wondering tone. "Oh... oh my god...
it... it really hurts."
I tilted my face to the side and kissed her mouth very
gently. "I know, sweetie," I said. "I know it hurts. And
you really, really don't like it? Because if you really
don't like it, not even a little bit, then we'll stop and
go inside and I'll just rape you and beat you up for a
while. Because I know you like that, don't you?"
She blinked at me for a second, several times. Then she
said, "Yuh... yes... I luh like it when yuh you... ruh
rape me..." She looked like that was going to make her
cry, too. "...and beat me up..."
"Okay," I said. "Tell me you don't like it at all when I
torture you like this, and I'll untie you and we'll go
inside." I paused. "Or I'll turn you into Asleep Ronni or
Fuck Toy Ronni, and you won't remember any of this when I
turn you back into 'real' Ronni."
She looked at me. Bit her lower lip. Pursed her lips out
in a pout. Then said, "Ruh really? Yuh you won't be muh
mad at me?"
I kissed her mouth softly again. "Baby, I never get mad
at you. You're my play toy. You do anything I want. Why
would I get mad at you?"
She closed her eyes and was quiet for several seconds.
Then, finally, she said, "Buh... but you like huh hurting
me?"
I stroked her cheek and neck, gently. "Yes, angel. Yes, I
really do. It's nice. It's like..." I stopped, and
searched for words. "It's like you are totally in my
power. My property. Completely... mine. To do with as I
please. Totally surrendered to me... just a thing for me
to... a toy for me to play with. Anyway I want."
She opened her eyes and looked at me. "Yuh yes," she
said, very voice barely a whisper. "I... I am."
"So say it," I told her. "Just tell me you don't like it,
even a tiny little bit, and we'll go inside."
She closed her eyes tightly, and after a second, a sob
burst up from her throat and out through her lips.
"Owww," she moaned. "Ohhhh it hurts SO bad..."
"Here, babygirl," I said, and reached for her hand. "I'll
make you into Asleep Ronni..."
"Nuh no," she stammered. "No, please don't."
I looked at her. She licked her lips. "I..." She
hesitated, then forced herself to say it. "I... luh like
it... puh please." She stopped, licked her lips again,
and went on. "I'mmm yuh yours... your toy... your thing
tuh to pluh play with."
I smiled and kissed the tip of her nose, then her mouth
again, quick happy little pecks. "Really?"
She shuddered on the traffic barrier, then said in a low
voice, "You nuh know I am." Then, very quietly, "pluh
please... please torture me more. Please....?"
Well, when a beautiful naked girl in a helpless position
asks you to torture her PLEASE, what can you do?
Her tits were hanging down like melons, and so beautiful.
I'd kept her arms well spread so I could get access,
binding her forearms to the outside of her thighs. I
reached out and slapped both her tits, whacking each of
them hard enough to leave a red hand print, hard enough
to make loud clapping noises in the garage. She gasped,
then whimpered. Compared to the tune up I'd just given
her ass, that was nothing, but Ronni is shy about her
tits.
I pinched her nipples hard with my fingernails, making
her cry out, more in surprise than pain, I think. Then I
twisted them hard, digging my fingers into them. "OH!"
she whimpered. "OHHHHH god THAT hurts..." Her voice had a
wondering tone in it, though, as if she couldn't believe
how it really felt.
I said, softly, almost absently as I rubbed her nipples
between my thumbs and forefingers, "You know, Ronni, I
love these tits. I'd really love to torture them. I'd
like to use a razor blade to play tic tac toe on one.
Maybe stretch the nipples out all nice and long with some
clothespins and string. Or use this inner tube on them...
or maybe a car antennae. Would you like that, Ronni? Some
nice titty torture for you?"
"OhmyGOD," she said, her voice tiny, disbelieving. "Oh
god... oh god... ruh really? Yuh you wuh want to...
to..." She stopped and gave a little hitching gasp.
"Oh... oh..." She paused, let her head hang down... then
lifted it again, straining hard against her position,
lifting her chin, trying to thrust her chest out. "Okay,"
she sobbed, fresh tears running down her cheeks. "Okay,
okay... if you want to..."
"You are so sweet," I said. "Mmmm I have to cum, baby.
May I use your mouth, please?"
"Oh," she said, eyes going wide, as if she'd forgotten
that I might want sex, in addition to just hurting her.
"Oh, yes, sure, of course..." She opened her mouth wide
and let her tongue slip out. "Aaaaahhhhh," she said,
waiting for me to put my dick in her mouth.
I frowned. She must have seen it, she said immediately,
"What? Did I do something wrong? I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
She looked almost frantic.
I sighed. "I don't know, baby. It's more fun raping you
if you're not so willing."
She paused and looked thoughtful. "Um... oh. Uh...
okay..." She lowered her head for a second.
Then she looked up at me. Her eyes were full of tears
again and her lips were trembling as she sobbed. "Oh God
please don't make me... I don't want to suck it, it's
nasty, I'm not a little whore, please..."
I sighed again. It was nice of her, and she was a pretty
good actress, but it wasn't the SAME. "I'm sorry, Ronni,"
I said. "This just isn't working for me."
I reached down, took a handful of her hair, and said
"Super-override Veronica Elizabeth".
She stiffened, then went limp. After a second, I heard
her say, "Damien? What.. what is happening to me?"
"You're in a hypnotic trance, Ronni," I told her. "A
programming trance. You can remember everything we've
ever done together. I put one code word in you, so I
could do this if taking them all out didn't work."
"Oh," she said, dully and miserably. "I see, Damien..."
She paused. "Why do I feel so strange, Damien?"
I laughed. "You mean aside from the torture?"
She moaned, but then said, "Yes... Damien... aside from
the torture. Why do I feel so strange?"
I patted her head. "Because in this mode, you are now
emotionally and psychologically exactly the way you used
to be before I ever hypnotized you. You remember
everything I've ever done to and with you, but your
feelings and thoughts are what they used to be."
I heard her sob. "But I... but..." I could see tears
dripping to the floor. "Buh but Damien... I... I was
learning to luh like buh being..."
"Yeah," I said, "I know. You were getting into it. That
was getting boring for me."
She sobbed harder, several times. Then, finally, she
asked, "So... you... you want to ruh rape and tuh torture
me... this way... now? Suh so... I won't like it?"
I sighed. "Listen carefully, Ronni. Remember Fuck Toy
Ronni? Well, that is who you are now, again."
Ronni moaned as if I'd struck her. "All Fuck Toy Ronni
programming, including key words, is now back in place,"
I said, firmly. "You must obey any physical commands I
give you. You will never do anything to endanger me. But
your thoughts and feelings are what they would naturally
be about these horribly depraved things I force you to
do. You will also, as Fuck Toy Ronni, accept any mental
programming I give you, such as me telling you to forget
something when you wake up. Now, when I wake you up, you
will become the Ronni you were before I put you in a
trance this time... the one who loves me and is willingly
in my power. The one you want to be, but cannot be, when
you are Fuck Toy Ronni."
She sobbed again, then said, "Yes, Damien. Buh but...
Damien... which one is the real Ronni?"
I sighed. I didn't want to tell her, in her hypnotic and
suggestible state, that I'd probably made her permanently
insane with all the schizoid programming I'd put into
her.
"Fuck Toy Ronni is the real Ronni to an extent... she's
the Ronni that I never hypnotized, who retreated to a
place deep inside you to hide when I began abusing you
for my own pleasure, Ronni. She comes back now, but only
when I call her, and for my uses. The Ronni you are when
you are awake is also real... she is the Ronni you have
become in order to survive and function and remain more
or less sane in your new lifelong condition, as my slave
and property. She is the Ronni who accepts it, and even
has learned to enjoy it, in self defense. She has
identified with and become utterly dependent on her
tormentor."
"Oh," Ronni said, with a sigh. "Yes... yes, that makes
sense."
"Now," I said, "tell me how you feel about me, Ronni."
She groaned. "I hate you," she said. "You... you're a
monster... a rapist... I truh trusted you and you...
you..."
"Good," I said, patting her head. "Now tell me if you'd
like to suck my cock for me."
"Ewwwwwww," she said, struggling to turn her head to the
side, "Oh my God, no, it's gross, Damien..." She stopped
for a second, probably remembering how many hundreds of
times she'd sucked it for me before. "...ohhh don't, ick,
please, I don't want to..."
I really liked that. I'd never had to physically force
her before, with the hypnotism, but this was kind of
nice. I slapped her face, not too hard. "You're gonna
suck it, you little tramp. And then you're going to drink
my piss. So..."
Ronni lifted her head and actually glared up at me.
"Damien, you can make me suck you, God knows I know that,
but I'm warnin' you, you better be careful, cuz if you
put that thing in my mouth and I can make myself do it,
I'm gonna bite it off."
I smiled down at her. "All right, baby," I said,
caressing her sweaty hair. She struggled to move her head
away, but couldn't, of course. "I hereby allow you to
bite my cock, if you want to."
Ronni strained to look up at me again, and this time, I
saw delicious fear in her eyes. "Whuh... what... why..."
She worked her jaw a few times, clacking her teeth
together. "I will, Damien," she said, but she still
looked fearful. "I really will, I'll bite it off..."
"I know, baby," I said, and I'm sure my eyes were glowing
with anticipation as I picked up the box cutter and
pushed the stud on the side to let the blade protrude.
"So I'll just have to change your mind... the hard way."
"Oh my GOD," she said, her eyes going wide as plates. "Oh
my GOD..." Remembering now, I'm sure, my talk about
writing on her with a razor, and titty torture... "I'll
SCREAM, Damien, someone will hear..."
"Try it," I said.
She opened her mouth and tried to scream... but of
course, that would endanger me, and I hadn't given her
permission to do that. She tried several times, getting
out only "HUH" sounds. Finally, she looked back up at me,
lower lip trembling, eyes tearing up again. "I... I..."
I pressed the triangular tip of the blade against her
inner arm and drew it very gently down, leaving a very
shallow cut that quickly welled up with blood. She tried
to scream again, and again, couldn't. "Well?" I said.
"Should I start writing the Declaration of Independence
on your back and ass, baby, or do you think maybe you can
find it in your heart to do what you've already done a
couple of hundred times anyway?"
She let her head hang down for a second, panting from her
attempts to scream. Then, finally, she brought it
painfully back up and looked at me. "I... I won't bite,"
she said, very quietly. "I... I..." She blinked at me...
then, with a look of utter anguish on her face, opened
her mouth.
"Good girl," I said. "Cum AND piss, remember."
"Awwww," she said, eyes wide, looking up at me. "I...
ngggghhhh..." This last, as I pushed the head of my hard
cock into her ovaled mouth.
I told her to lick it and suck it for me. She didn't act
at all, so I rested the razor point against her shoulder.
She shuddered and started swirling her tongue and
suckling at me, working her mouth on my cockhead, and
after a minute or so of working it with her lips and
tongue, her eyes fluttered closed and she gave a tiny
little groan and started to lick at it more diligently.
"See, that's not so bad, is it?" I asked her, grinning.
Just fucking cum, you bastard, I could practically hear
her thinking as she sucked my cock a bit more
energetically.
I took my cock out of her mouth and moved back a few
feet. She looked up at
me, mouth open, eyes wide and red and puffy from crying,
hair hanging down in her face in tangles. "Whuh what are
you doing?" she asked. I grasped my
cock and waggled it at her. "Want to suck this some
more?" She closed her
mouth, smacking her wet lips as she did it. "God," she
said, "you're raping me anyway, do you have to make me
beg for it, Damien?'
I leaned forward and rubbed my thumb on her lips, which
parted after a second so she could start sucking on it.
"Yeah," I said, "I have to make you beg. Do you want me
to pump a nice load of sperm in your slutty cocksucking
mouth, Ronni? Do you want to eat it like a tramp?"
She flushed even more deeply, but said immediately,
around my thumb, "I don't have a fucking choice, do I?"
She sounded less angry and more despairing, now, which
was nice.
"But you want to, don't you," I said. "You'd like to."
She kept nuzzling and licking my thumb, then said,
finally, "No.. I don't want to... I don't like it, you
prick... that's the other Ronni you're thinking of... the
one who isn't good enough for you..." She moaned, then
said, "But I know you're gonna make me do it anyway, so
just do it, you asshole..."
"Mmmm hmmm," I said cheerfully. "Now open your mouth.
It's time for my blowjob."
I'd forgotten that she couldn't disobey a direct physical
command, so she opened immediately, but when she once
more didn't bite me, I felt a wonderful sense of triumph
and power. I held her head and fucked her sweet mouth
there in that filthy garage, watching the traffic barrier
she was bent over shake rhythmically. I pumped in and out
of her gulping, nursing mouth for a good five or ten
minutes before I felt my orgasm coming on. "Swallow every
drop like a good girl," I said.
She went 'mmmhhhpppphh' and I came, groaning gutturally
as I spurted and splattered big gobs of cum into her
mouth. She swallowed audibly, quickly, over and over,
gagging as she did it, but doing very well for the
awkward position she was in. A small stream of it ran out
both sides of her mouth and down either side of her chin
and her hair got stuck in thin, curly strands to it.
"Now that was a blowjob, baby," I said, patting her head,
my hard cock still in her mouth as she gulped and sobbed
quietly.
Then I pulled out of her mouth, walked around her, and
worked my still hard cock, wet from her saliva, up her
tight but no longer anything like virginal asshole. "Ah!
Ah! Ah!" she grunted with each stroke I made in and out
of her tight, sore, welted up ass. I finally blew off a
second load up her butt.
Then I pulled out of her ass with a sigh, walked around
in front of her, and started picking up some tools from
the bench. Her eyes widened hugely as she strained to
keep her head up far enough to watch me. "Wuh what are
you guh going to duh do?" she said, my cum still smeared
on her chin.
"Cum on your chin," I said, playfully pointing. She
grimaced in disgust. "Lick it up, bitch," I told her. She
immediately ran her tongue out to lick it up, looking
like she wanted to throw up. "Clean off your lips," I
told her.
"What are you gonna do with those?" she said, a second
later, after licking her lips.
"Torture you, silly," I said. "Shove things up your holes
until they're packed full. Make more marks all over your
nice soft skin. Maybe cut my name into your sexy ass so
you know who it belongs to. Hurt your titties, and
stretch out your nipples. Beat you. Hmmmmm... maybe burn
you, I don't know."
"Oh," she moaned, eyes closed, face gone pale, obviously
almost too scared... or aroused... or both... to talk...
and then I was both surprised and extremely aroused to
see urine spilling down her legs.
"I..." Tears were flooding down her face so fast now they
were practically streaming onto the floor with her piss.
"I... you... ohmygod..."
"You pissed yourself, baby," I said, lovingly.
"Oh god," she whimpered. "Oh. Ohmygod. I'm... I'm so
scared..."
I smiled, walked over to her empty handed, knelt down
next to her, and whispered the word that turned her back
into her other self... the one who had adapted to my
abuse of her, and who loved me and needed me. Then I
kissed her mouth gently, probing softly with my tongue.
Ronni immediately relaxed and opened her mouth for me and
rubbed my tongue with hers. "Mmmmmm," she sniffled, as I
kissed her.
I put my hand on her neck and maintained the kiss for
twenty seconds or so. She whimpered but kissed me back
with her mouth that tasted like cum and cock.
A minute or so later, as I broke the kiss, she sniffled
and said, wonderingly, "You hypnotized me again, Damien.
You promised... you promised you wouldn't ever again if I
did everything you wanted."
"Yeah, well," I said, kissing her chin and the tip of her
nose lightly. "You don't want me to get bored with you,
do you?"
"But I.." She whimpered. "But Damien I remember all the
stuff you did and..." She looked at me imploringly. "I
really hate it that way, Damien. Darling. Buh big
brother. Muh master. And... and you promised..."
"You promised, you promised," I said, mocking her with a
falsetto voice. "Whose whore are you, Ronni? Whose
property are you? What do I get to do with you?"
She sobbed and let her head hang down. "Yours, yours, I'm
yours, you get to do anything to me, but you PROMISED..."
The traffic barrier shook as she started crying harder.
"Promised, promised, PROMISED!"
"Shut up," I said, and was irritated when she didn't
immediately obey. Fuck Toy Ronni would have instantly
clamped her mouth shut. And she wondered why I'd
programmed her again.
After about ten seconds, her sobs tapered off. "Do you
want me to make you into Fuck Toy Ronni again, or let you
stay the way you are now? Answer me, whore. And answer me
nicely."
She groaned, then forced her head back up again. "I'm suh
sorry, pluh please... honey... darling... big brother...
please, Damien... please let stay the real me. I... I
don't like being Fuck Toy Ronni. Please..."
"Keep your head up," I said, and slapped her face hard,
twice, once with each hand. She gasped both times,
keeping her head up.
I dropped to one knee again and said "Now kiss me, bitch,
and I better like it." I pressed my lips to hers,
lightly, and waited to see what she'd do.
She ran her tongue tip around my lips, slowly. Then she
pushed her mouth against mine as much as she could and
forced her tongue into my mouth. She swirled it around in
there, almost desperately. Finally, I kissed her back, a
little, and then moved my head back just slightly. "Are
you sure you want to stay this way, Ronni? I'd honestly
rather slap Fuck Toy Ronni than you."
In a hot gasp of breath against my mouth, she murmured,
"Nuh uh. It's... it's okay. I... I really like it when
you slap me. You can do that... you can do that any time.
In front of people, even. I'd like that." She gave a low
moan and then rubbed her cheek against mine. "And... and
the rest of it... tuh torturing me and stuh stuff..." I
felt a shiver go through her. "I'm so scared of what
you're gonna do to me. Buh but I wuh want you to. I want
you to... to do whatever you want to me." She sighed, and
said, "Damien, isn't it nicer that... that I want to be
tortured by you... than... than for me not to?"
I sighed. "Depends on my mood," I said. "You're just
going to have to put up with that."
She looked contrite, as contrite as she could look, with
her eyes all red and swollen and her face covered with
tears and sweat and her hair hanging down and ratty.
"Yes, darling," she said with a heavy sigh.
I kissed her again, taking my time, letting her know how
much I loved her submission.
Finally I straightened back up. "So should we get started
here?" I asked her, looking down at her with
satisfaction. "You want to get serious about this torture
stuff, baby?"
She lifted her head painfully again to look at me. "Yuh
yes," she whispered. "I can stay me?"
"Do you love me, Ronni?" I asked her, gently.
She moaned in her throat, then said immediately, "Yuh yuh
yes, I love you very very much."
"And I can do anything I want with you?" I asked her,
just as gently.
Tears ran down her cheeks again, but she blinked them
back and said "Yes, anything you want, you know you can
do anything you want..." She paused. "Are you... are you
gonna send me away when you get tired of me?"
I stroked her hair, and was surprised to find it wet, and
then realized for the first time how hot and close it was
in that garage. Ronni was soaked in sweat. I was too,
actually.
"No, baby," I said as I stroked her. "I'm going to rape
you and torture you forever."
"Oh," she said, wriggling under my hand. She looked up at
me. "I guess... I guess then... being Fuck Toy Ronni
sometimes... I guess..." She took a deep shuddering
breath. "I don't want you to get bored with me, Damien,
so... do what you want."
What a sweetie. I stroked her hair for another second,
then took my hand away.
"Mmmm baby," I said. "I'm going to torture you all night
for that."
I actually didn't torture her much at all after that. I
crammed the two thick handled hammers I'd found up her
ass so the heads stuck out at odd angles like a weird
metal star, which started her sobbing again, and then
pinched her nipples and her pussy lips a few times with
some metal pliers, leaving some really interesting
looking marks that should turn into very colorful
bruises. That made her gasp and shriek a little bit. But
after that, I was amazingly horny again, and surprisingly
tired of that nasty garage. So I pissed in her mouth,
which as you've seen, Loving Ronni actually sort of
enjoys, and which I'd entirely forgotten to do after the
last mouth fuck, then untied her and took her inside.
I'm a slob, and my rented house was actually quite a
mess, so I told Ronni to get busy cleaning it up, and
when she was done, she could cook me dinner. She seemed
very subdued, but still fairly happy as she moved around,
picking stuff up and putting things away, dusting and
cleaning. After a while that annoyed me, so I called her
over, turned her into Fuck Toy Ronni, told her to stop
crying and clean the place up, then cook me a nice
dinner.
That was much more enjoyable, sitting there and watching
her move around, obviously terrified and not wanting to
be there and to the extent she dared to, hating me.
Apparently her welted up ass also hurt her quite a bit...
I noticed she never sat down and winced a few times when
she inadvertently backed into the wall or a doorframe.
And she kept glaring at me while she worked, when she
thought I wasn't looking... but if I looked up, she'd
cringe, which was very pleasant.
Naturally, I couldn't watch her walking around naked with
my torture marks on her without getting horny again after
a while, so eventually, without saying a word, I shoved
her forward over the back of a chair in the dining room
and took her cunt, quite hard and brutally, really. I
hadn't given her a command, so she could have struggled,
but she didn't, she just took it, trembling but not
actively resisting. Her pussy lips were all bruised up
from the pliers by then, and she was wincing and gasping
and crying out as I fucked her, but she couldn't scream,
of course. I really enjoyed it.
After I shot off in her cunt, I pushed her down on her
knees and when she looked up at me dumbly, with her mouth
clamped tightly closed and tears running down her cheeks,
I slapped her instead of commanding her, holding her head
up by her hair and slapping her face forehand and
backhand five times, before she finally gasped and said
"All right, stop it, please, I'll do it, I'll do it!"
Then she cleaned my cock off with her mouth without any
actual verbal instructions. She did a very good, thorough
job, choking and gasping and gagging the whole time.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form.
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