Chapter 6.
Debbie had woken briefly only to fall asleep again. She was in a bed, in a room and the room was quiet but the hall outside was noisy. Eventually she realized she was in a hospital with nurses and doctors but nothing made much sense and nothing hung together.
When Debbie really woke John was sitting next to the bed reading a book. She watched him for a moment and he looked up and smiled at her.
“Well, howdy do, snookums. Feeling a mite bit better now?” He closed the book and stood over her, feeling her forehead. “Temperature normal. You’ll be released in a few days.”
Her mouth was dry and she couldn’t talk. John patted her head and sat back down.
“Well, to reprise, you overdid yourself. You pick really shitty boyfriends, ever notice that? I kept warning Tim but he didn’t listen. And his crazy girlfriend, Frances, had it in for his former girlfriend, you. It didn’t help that she repeatedly found Tim with his dick stuffed in one of your all too available orifices. I believe you made the poor boy dizzy with lust.”
Debbie looked for the call button so she could get a nurse to kick him out.
“I hid it. We need to talk and you need to listen. One, your conditioning is shut down for the time being. Can’t have you wandering the halls giving patients apoplexy, can we? So dear, sweets is gone. For good, alas. All the triggers have shut down for the moment. Once you’re out of here I’m going over you with a fine tooth comb and set things back up again, better than ever. I’m going to add a few more things to keep this from being boring for either of us. Just relax, lie back, and listen.”
She was shaking her head no.
“We have a money issue we need to settle. While you were fucking every male within a five mile radius of the quad, classes and school work have been marching on. To keep you from utterly failing this quarter I’ve had surrogates take your classes, do your homework, take tests. You have some catching up to do, but I think you’ll make it. This quarter at least. That’s costing twelve thousand dollars.”
She was still shaking her head no.
“A lot, I know. What I need is your signature on a little piece of paper and the debt goes poof. You’ll be free and clear. Free, that is, except for fun and games on a more rational schedule. Weeks and weeks of constant sex, not eating anything except you know what, and very little sleep, you were a mere husk when you were brought here.
“So, paper signed, problems solved. I’ll need to learn a ton of new commands. We’ll be more temperate in what you do in your free time with a new dedication to taking better care of yourself. I’ve lost my thought.”
John looked off, past her to a spot on the wall near the ceiling. He was moving his lips as he checked items off on his fingers.
“Paper, old stuff gone, new stuff, that’s right, number four is you have a new boyfriend. Everyone calls him Dev and he is really smart and handsome. I believe he is one of the few straight guys on campus who hasn’t had his Mr. Happy in you the past few weeks. He has a girlfriend I think you’ll just love, not a crazy like you know who. I’ll introduce them to you when you’re back on campus.
“And now for the really thrilling point. Your conditioning is set to kick back in the first time you hear sleigh bells. ‘Tis the season to be jolly, Christmas is only a few weeks away. Lots of bells and merriment and our dear snookums will be ready to roll, just waiting in eager anticipation for a command so you can start doing again what you do oh so well.” He had a huge smile on his face. “Any questions?”
She shot him a bird.
“That’s the spirit! I can tell you’re feeling better already.”
She mouthed, Go fuck yourself.
“Same to you, snookums.” He picked up his book and left the room.
Chapter 7.
Debbie felt like she was signing her life away when she put her signature on that piece of paper. John, for some reason, was subdued and withheld all comments, mocking or snide. They were in a room in the basement of one of the science buildings. The walls were cinderblock painted a light gray.
Her whole life was ruined and it didn’t matter anyway. The past few weeks, what little she remembered, had been so much worse than last year. Photographs and videos had been taken last year, this year DVDs were being made to sell, websites created, her real name used and the university’s. Everyone, literally everyone, would know what she was doing without knowing what had been done to her. They would think she wanted to do those things with all those men.
“That wasn’t so bad, was it? What I need you to do, snookums, is to take this little pill so I can make some much-needed adjustments.”
She didn’t remember taking a pill last year. Maybe he’d drugged her drink or something. She took the pill without comment and the cup of water John handed her.
They were alone in one of the science buildings on campus, in a room almost bare, two chairs, metal desk, computer stuff.
“While we’re waiting, I was going to show you some of your adventures in town. Relax and enjoy.” John pressed some keys and the large monitor in front of her came to life in the midst of a video.
Debbie was surprised as the quality. The sound was set low but in spite of being shot in a dark room of some sort everything was sharp and clear.
“In your bar hopping phase.” John took a clipboard and folder from his desk.
Debbie saw that the video was shot before someone tattooed “I WANT MORE COCK” on her stomach. The video showed her getting stuffed by a room full of old men and when her mouth was free it was easy to tell she was deliriously happy with the experience. Now she had a damn tattoo she didn’t remember getting and she was living in the world of after.
She almost wished she were back to then, when she had no memory of who she was, a university student, shy, obviously pretty but not one of the taken. She was a lot happier back in that hypersexual world.
That was her on the screen and it was fascinating. She drew her eyes away, thankful the sound was low. It was easy to tell almost everyone was shouting, including her.
“Why two mes?”
John looked up from his papers. “Good question. I am conducting an experiment and I’m looking into a number of variables trying to create a happy balance. Sweets there,” he grinned at the screen, “look at her go, isn’t able to take care of herself. She’d let herself be fucked to death and love every minute. You, on the other hand, the Debbie you, is slightly depressed, anxious, I’m describing the girl I met last year, and is not that interested in sex.
“I wonder if the extremes would be less if you were slightly manic, perhaps buoyant is a better word, enjoying life is an even better way to say this, less anxious, and were more sexually adventurous, if snookums wouldn’t conversely be moderate, take better care of herself, be more able to say that’s enough, I need to stop for a while. Be able to eat, sleep, do whatever before joining the fray again. Be less compulsive.”
Debbie’s eyes had been drawn back to the screen and she got caught up with what she was doing on screen. “That looks like it’d hurt.” Someone had his hand buried in her ass as she was holding onto the man thrusting into her mouth.
“Your new boyfriend is responsible for that. I would never have thought of it, but we were talking during lunch last year and he suggested a few modifications. A few slight adjustments to your body. Extend lubrication capabilities, better elasticity of tissues, and so forth. You’re his Fucking Machine Mark 2, I never met his Mark 1, and I don’t think there’s a Mark 3. He’s pretty proud of the results.
“On a scale of one to five, five is the highest, how would you rate your happiness?”
Debbie said while watching the screen, “Four.”
“Same scale, how do you think you’ll end up doing this year in school.”
“Four. If I hadn’t been sick I would have made a 4.0 this quarter. Maybe better next term.”
“I hope so.”
“How many men went through me?”
“At this bar, I think it was twenty or so before they went out and got men off the street for you.”
“That’s a lot, isn’t it?”
“Some would say that. Watching the film, would you want snookums to fuck more or less?”
“I’m having an orgasm every time?”
“Let’s see. There’s one, when you bounce around like that. Another. Whoa, that’s a big one, two more. Looks pretty continuous. Would you like less?”
“Keep it the same.”
“Would you rather be aware while doing this or let snookums take over?”
“Aware, I think. Maybe let her take over sometimes.”
“In increments of twenty percent up to a hundred percent, how much?”
“Forty percent of the time. Can I slip in and out, not be either or?”
“Maybe twenty percent of the time?”
“Leaving me aware forty percent of the time. Okay. That sounds like fun.”
“It does, doesn’t it? Do you want a safe word?”
“It looks like I’m doing okay. Did that guy just spit in my mouth?”
“I believe he did.”
“Before I saw that if you’d asked me I would have said no way. It’s an awful thing to do to a girl and yet I want to see if he’s going to do it again. Do I orgasm when that happens?”
“Not normally. Would you like to?”
“Not all the time, but yes.”
“That’s now on the hot list. What’s on your not list?”
“Poop.”
“You can say no to that.”
“Thank you, John. I appreciate what you’re doing for me.”
“You’re welcome, Debbie, I want you to be happy all the time.”
“I know you do. Snakes is another for the not list.”
“Snakes is another no. Any others?”
“Children, of course.”
“Of course. How old is okay?”
“I don’t know. It should be legal but watching this I’m not carding anyone, am I?”
“You’re taking them all on.”
“If they look like adults then it’s okay.”
“You’ll get to say no if they look too young.”
“Thank you.”
“How about women?”
“That’s a good question. I don’t know. Make that a maybe.”
“If you say yes when the situation arises, then no problem.”
“No problem.”
“You get a say anytime anyway. This is for snookums.”
“I’m glad you explained that, John.”
“No snakes. How about other animals?”
Debbie was smiling at the screen. “Like what?”
“Dogs, horses.”
“Dogs maybe, horses no. They’re too big for me.”
“Probably but you wouldn’t be interested in trying?”
“No.”
“We’ll be having these talks often so you can change your mind any time.”
“I’d like that.”
“Dogs a maybe.”
“I’m not sure why I’m saying maybe about dogs, it could be from watching me have so much fun in that bar. When did I get the tattoo?”
“A couple of days later. I wasn’t there with you all the time so I really couldn’t say.”
“Can I get more tattoos?”
“No problem. Just let me know when you want one.”
“Thank you, John. Am I drinking shot glasses full of cum, that’s what it looks like, while bent over that table? The guy fucking me looks like he weighs three hundred pounds, he’s shoving me and the table across the room. Some of the glasses spilled before I could get to them. He has a serious weight problem, I think; I look tiny next to him. Can I get copies of this and other videos of me?”
“Sure. Do you want playable DVDs or mp4s on a flash drive?”
“Flash drive. I want some on my phone too.”
“I hadn’t thought of that and that’s given me a new idea. In the past commands were spoken, how would you feel about getting commands by text?”
“So I’m in class and I get a text and go bonkers? The ones where I’m aware and exercise a bit of control of when, where, and who, sure, no problem.”
“We’re going to have fun, aren’t we, Debbie?”
“I think so. This sounds like it’s going to be lots of fun.”
“One last question, Debbie. Your previous commands were a mixture of common and relatively obscure words and phrases. What do you think we should do now?”
“Common for Debbie, relatively obscure for her, snookums.”
“That sounds good. We’ll get you set up next Friday. How does that sound?”
“In time for the weekend, that sounds great. There’s no problem with my masturbating before then, is there? Watching this is making me pretty hot.”
“I don’t think you should masturbate more than five hours a day. You have classes and school work and stuff.”
“More than five hours a day is way too much, especially when I’ll be getting lots of the real thing soon. They really like shooting off on my face, don’t they?”
“They do, Debbie.”
“I’m glad we had this talk, John.”
“So am I. I’ll drop the flash drive off this evening.”
“I can’t wait.” She stood. “I wish I didn’t have a class to go to, this has been fun.” Debbie watched the screen and smiled. “How long is this video?”
“Almost five hours, and then you went to a bar down the street. That’s another video.” John turned off the monitor. “Time to go to class.”
Debbie smiled at him. “I’m so glad you’re helping me.”
“My pleasure.”
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Chapters 1, 2 and 3 | Chapters 4 and 5 | Chapters 6 and 7
Chapters 8 and 9 | Chapters 10 and 11 | Chapters 12 and 13
Chapters 14 and 15 | Chapters 16 and 17 | Chapters 18 and 19