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What kind of rules and structure would your cult have?

Like all good cult leaders, I would require everyone to be absolutely obsessed with and have an undying devotion to me.

Another cult favorite - sleep schedules. Not necessarily deprivation (because I’m not actually evil), but I enjoy controlling sleep because it means I’m the first thing you’ll think of in the morning and the last thing you’ll think of each night.

Regimented routines for everyone. All activities centered around proving loyalty and love for the cult leader (me) or making my life easier.

Orgasm control, of course. Join my cult to sacrifice control of your physical pleasure in exchange for being under my hand. A really good trade, if you ask me. Yes, this means everyone will be belted and locked, regardless of gender.

If you’re an obedient and well behaved cult member, maybe I’ll think about spoiling you with an edge or MAYBE an orgasm once in a while.

You can keep your money, as long as you spoil me regularly and thoughtfully.

Everyone in my cult will be subject to corrective punishments if found to be breaking any of our agreed upon rules. Public caning could be both fun and effective.

Ultimately, you give me excessive control of your life. Anything goes because I’m the all powerful cult leader. :)

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A vampire feeling a bit peckish before she goes to see a movie, so she finds a cute girl in line for tickets and enthralls her. Dizzy and entranced, she follows the vampire like a puppy on a leash and sits down next to her.

Her trance will make this theater experience the most captivating one of her life—not to mention, she won’t feel anything when her new mistress leans over and sucks the blood from her neck~

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no but fr the idea of being a dress-up doll,,, standing there blankly while she puts different clothes on me and assesses which ones she thinks look best on me, maybe mumbling to herself as she thinks about it, never asking me what I think ofc bc im just a doll, touching and squeezing and pinching different parts of me depending on how the clothes show me off, and in the end when she finds the right outfit saying "perfect" and kissing me all over and using me as much as she wants

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You Can Lead a Pet From Cultists, but You Can't Make Them Think

Dan had planned for a lot of potential contingencies when it came to extracting Phyllis from the Brotherhood of Spiritual Enlightenment. He'd given thought to what he'd do if she'd fallen under the sway of charismatic leader Severn Trask and couldn't be persuaded voluntarily, he'd trained himself on lockpicking just in case they had her chained up somewhere on their hundred-acre compound, he even took self-defense courses just in case a few of the Brotherhood decided to become an obstacle between him and the woman he loved. This was honestly easier than some of the things he'd anticipated… but it didn't make him feel any less uncomfortable about leading his girlfriend through the grounds on a leash.

He glanced behind him at the pale, naked woman who crawled along on all fours, unable to suppress a shudder of dread. There was no human intellect left behind her eyes, nothing but the puppyish enthusiasm of a dumb happy dog excited by the opportunity for an extra late night walk, and Dan wondered more than ever exactly what they'd done to her within those four walls. He'd always known there was something sketchy going on, all the way back to when they produced Phyllis just long enough for her to swear she joined the Brotherhood of her own free will and had no desire to leave; he knew his sharp-witted, sardonic girlfriend well enough to realize there was no way she'd simply drop everything and hook up with some weird consciousness-expanding cult, even before he heard her numbly repeating everything Trask whispered into her ears.

But this… how did they even do it? How did they take a bright, lively, intellectually curious woman and reduce her to the status of a domesticated animal in just three months? Dan didn't know, but for the first time in this entire endeavor he considered the very real danger he was in of finding out first-hand. He'd always assumed that if he broke in and tried to drag Phyllis out then the worst consequences would be physical--he knew the law, he understood that they could shoot trespassers in this state. But getting arrested or even shot felt like an insignificant risk compared to the notion of being turned into just another one of Trask's pets--and he knew how many kennels there were back there. The man had practiced this particular awful trick.

Thankfully whatever dreadful conditioning he'd put Phyl through to make her docile, dumb and obedient had also made her, well, docile and dumb and obedient. The moment he clipped the leash to her collar she instantly stared up at him with a light of mindless devotion to her gaze, and she followed him out as fast as she could crawl. She even kept quiet at his command, better than his actual dog if he was being honest, and they made good time through the grounds even though Dan wished he could persuade her to put on some clothes so she didn't scuff up her knees on the hard ground. But getting dressed seemed to be beyond her limited intellect now.

So were fences, and even though Dan had picked his time and his place well he still felt a twinge of anxiety when he busted off a couple of boards to give Phyllis a gap to crawl through. But no one came to stop them, and soon they were back in Dan's car driving away as fast as they could… but as he understood all too well, the long and difficult work of reclaiming his girlfriend's humanity was still in front of them.

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Cassie Submits to Inspection

The snap of the stranger's fingers rang out like a gunshot in the small courtyard, and Cassie was astonished to find her body stopping short and coming to attention in response. She'd intended to keep right on going; she only cut through this little garden behind Darrington Hall because it shaved three minutes off her walk and with only ten minutes to get from one end of campus to the other, she needed every second she could get. But her muscles didn't show any interest in listening to her, instead expressing a preference to stand stock-still and bolt upright while an older white man she'd never even seen before examined her with an almost clinical interest in his icy stare.

"Good, good, nice and responsive," he muttered, talking to himself as if Cassie wasn't even there. "Let's see how she does with verbal commands, though." He spoke louder as he said, "Girl, take off your shirt," and Cassie felt a hot flush of embarrassment prickling at her cheeks as she reached down for the hem of her crop-top and pulled it up and over her head without a moment's hesitation to expose her alabaster breasts. Another command and her bra came off as well, and Cassie's blush spread all the way down her neck as the stranger hefted her heavy tits in his hand like a grocery shopper comparing melons. "They're very nice, girl," he murmured to her, and Cassie felt a swooning, giddy surge of artificially induced pleasure at the dubious compliment.

"Skirt off too, might as well inspect the merchandise," he mused, and Cassie couldn't even make her fingers tremble in resistance as she let the garment slide over her hips to stand naked in the little courtyard in nothing but sandals and a pair of panties. She felt incredibly exposed, even though the small space was empty apart from the two of them--Cassie had always thought of this as her own little secluded shortcut, a hidden space unknown to her fellow students, but she'd be willing to accept the embarrassment of being caught naked if it meant someone would stop this man from… from doing whatever it was he planned to do. Her hands were already rolling the panties down her thighs, and she shivered in the cool air wondering what his next instruction might be.

"Hmm. Let's see. Get wet for me now, girl," he intoned, and Cassie couldn't help a tiny squeak of mortified dismay as he cupped her pussy lips and slid a single finger into the cleft between her labia. The motion caused a surge of slick, tingling arousal all out of proportion to the physical stimulation, and Cassie was horrified to discover that he could simply compel her into squirming lust whenever he desired. She was still frightened, still blushing and desperately eyeing the archway just twenty feet away that would lead her out to the safety of crowds, but now on top of that she was horny as fuck and craving sex. "Very nice, girl. Honestly one of the best at obedience I've ever seen," the stranger added, and despite herself Cassie felt another wave of saccharine bliss at his praise.

He gave her ass a playful little swat, the sound again ringing off the brick walls, and said, "Yes, I think you'll do very nicely. Clothes on, follow me, don't do anything to attract attention to yourself and if you see anyone you know just make a plausible excuse," and Cassie was terrified to discover herself following along with his instructions as though the concept of defiance had simply never occurred to her. She knew intuitively that she was never coming back to this campus, suspected that it wouldn't take long for the stranger to erode whatever internal resistance she had into slick, needy obedience and lust… but it didn't matter. She was his now. And her body already wanted to comply.

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Testing a New Trigger at the Store

"S-sorry, um, I… I don't think the new trigger's working. It's, I mean, I'm sure it's not you, Master, I know you're a very good h-hypnotist, but I don't notice any changes."

Of course you don't, silly. That's part of the trigger. No matter how many times I say 'warmer, dolly', you still think you're acting perfectly normal and nothing's out of the ordinary. But I mean, you've already unzipped that big shapeless jacket you were wearing to show off that sheer, lacy top, and that doesn't seem like something you'd usually do, does it?

"Um, w-well, I… I guess I just kind of thought that if you got a better look at my titties, you might find somewhere quiet to bend me over and… umm… no, of course you're right. We're in a public place. I, uhh, I should pull it down. I mean, um--wait. Up. Sorry, I, I meant up?"

No you didn't, sweetie, but that's okay. You're getting warmer, dolly, and hot sexy girls like you love to show off your cute little titties to Master in public. It's making you so wet to flash your boobs to me like that, isn't it?

"Unh, unh, uh huh…. B-But that doesn't, um, that's not, like, a trigger or anything. I, I just wanna, wanna put my hands in my pants and… nnnh, and nnnnh, nhhhhh…."

Oh dear, someone's getting really turned on now, isn't she? Someone's masturbating in the middle of a women's clothing section where anyone could see her, just because she's getting warmer, dolly, and all her brains are leaking out. Is that someone you, baby girl? Is that what's happening?

"…nuh… uhh? S-sorry, it's just… um, it's getting really, um, I can't seem to--um, um, I… ummmm…."

That's my dumb, drippy little sweetie. Just a little warmer, dolly, just enough to put a nice big wet spot on the front of those leggings for me. You're going to wake up soon and remember what happened, really remember this time as you come back to yourself and the effects of the trigger end. And if you're a good girl and you ask real nice, I'll let you zip your jacket back up so you don't have to show everyone what a slut you are while we're walking out of the store. How does that sound?

"…uhhhhh…."

That's my good little drooly dolly. And wake.

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Imagine running into a creature that feeds on mental energy. It doesn’t bother trying to out its prey into trance, it doesn’t lure them in; it’s an ambush predator and latches onto its victim’s skull from behind. There is no way to resist it or stop it once it begins to feed, and it feels to good to try to stop it anyway. It simply works until it drains every thought from their mind and leaves them blank. Most recover in a few hours; many go back seeking those creatures in order to be drained a second or third time.

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What’s a guy gotta do to find a girl to hypnotize into his personal bunny girl?

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The Doll in the Mirror

"You don't even recognize the woman in the mirror anymore, do you?" Neil whispered from behind her, and Dahlia's glassy stare momentarily refocused in an effort to try to puzzle out the vision she saw when she looked at her own reflection. That other woman moved when she moved, stopped when she stopped, smiled when she smiled and furrowed her brow in confusion the exact same way Dahlia did… but she looked so vacant. So dumb. She looked like a vapid, ditzy blonde in a low-cut blouse with slutty makeup caked onto her soft pink cheeks and an expression of blank, blissful submission, and Neil was right. Dahlia didn't really recognize her as her.

His hot breath tickled the back of her neck as he murmured, "You're losing yourself, Doll. Every day in every way, a little bit more of the old you seeps away and that happy, horny slut in the mirror creeps into your empty mind." Dahlia felt a surge of sensual warmth between her thighs at the use of his nickname for her--it started as a simple shortening of her given name, a playful joke between her and her new boyfriend, but he'd slowly and insidiously turned it into an entire identity that Dahlia could feel herself beginning to embrace as his many triggers and suggestions turned the act of subjugation into potent sexual pleasure. The girl in the mirror liked it, judging by the evidence of her dreamy smile, but Dahlia still felt like she needed to fight.

Until Neil whispered to her, "Let's see if we can find something familiar under all that, shall we?" and his fingers nimbly undid button after button to loosen her blouse until it slid off her shoulders and onto the floor. Dahlia's gaze drifted down to the expanse of alabaster skin he revealed, and her breath caught in her throat in a momentary hitch of arousal as his hands moved back to her tits and began to knead the soft, yielding flesh. "Oh, there's something you know very well, isn't that right, Doll?" She felt as much as saw her head bob up and down in a sleepy nod. But she wasn't looking at her face anymore.

"I see my tits and I drop for Master," she heard herself murmur, her cherry red lipstick turning the motion of her mouth into a performance of seductive lust. Dahlia's cunt grew intensely slick listening to the droning, emotionless monotone that was her own voice, and she realized she'd dropped into deep trance without ever knowing exactly when--Neil just had that kind of power over her now, the ability to shape and mold her mind like wet clay whenever he chose. He could play with her like… like a Doll, she thought absently, and it was the last real thought she had for quite some time.

He continued speaking to her while she stood in front of the mirror, eyes fixated on her own tits and mind increasingly absent, and although Doll didn't remember exactly what he said she knew it was deepening her surrender and she knew she wanted that so badly. Her knees began to first wobble, then buckle under the strength of her arousal, and soon her breath was escaping in high, keening whimpers as the pleasure of obedience stole away her will and left her helpless to resist. Even when she lost her strength entirely and sank into kneeling ecstasy, though, Doll could still see herself in the floor-length mirror… and when she finally came just from the ceaseless stimulation of her stiff pink nipples, she recognized herself in her reflection at last.

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Sarah's Convinced by the Realistic Graphics

Sarah couldn't believe how realistic the 3D on Jeri's new VR headset was. Even though it was only a graphics test, just some trippy lights and colors to show off everything the system could do, the depth of field and eye tracking was so impressively vivid and authentic that Sarah felt like she was genuinely floating down a long, flowing tunnel that curved to follow her gaze wherever she looked. "It… um… wow," she mumbled, a tiny bit surprised by how distracted her voice sounded. She hadn't expected to get so absorbed by the visions she was seeing, but it really was impossible to ignore.

That same absorption was what made it such a shock when Sarah saw the word floating directly down the tunnel at her, fast enough that she actually flinched in anticipation but not so fast that she couldn't read it before it smacked into her forehead with a pulse of thrumming sound and a rumble of vibration that made it feel uncomfortably real. 'RELAX', it said, and Sarah felt her brain go a tiny bit soft and fuzzy as her imagination instinctively pictured the single instruction sinking directly into her frontal lobe. "I, uh… I'm not… not sure about this," she muttered vacantly, suddenly realizing she had no idea how to turn the device off, but Jeri didn't answer and another word soon distracted her from any notions of a world beyond the headset.

This one said, 'ACCEPT', and Sarah couldn't help letting out a tiny grunt as it smacked into her forehead the same way the previous one did. Her eyes crossed trying to follow it, and again she couldn't help imagining it pushing directly into the squishy and malleable brain that the previous suggestion had already softened up. She reached out in a fumbling, muddled effort to tear the headset off her head, but the constant flow of light and colors all around her numbed her kinesthetic sense and made her feel like she was drifting outside her own body, and when Jeri tugged her hands back down to her sides Sarah couldn't really muster up the willpower to try again. It was easier to accept. To relax. To….

The next word, 'OBEY', slammed into Sarah with a pulsing throb she felt all the way down in her cunt. She had a loose, muzzy impression that she wasn't just imagining it--something was gently pressing against her pussy lips, resting over her panties and thrumming to life every time another one of the words impacted her brain, but it was already getting too difficult to think for her to understand what might be happening outside of the virtual reality she was experiencing. Her vague knowledge of teledildonics and haptic connections didn't extend to any kind of personal experience with those types of toys, and it was easy for her dazed and drowsy mind to simply assume that it felt good to absorb the words and obey. And accept. And relax.

Jeri inserted the toy somewhere around the fourth or fifth cycle through the pounding onslaught, and by then Sarah's brain had already softened into mush; her mouth hung open, her lips twitched in silent repetition every time another word slammed home, and her breath came in panting whimpers of arousal that occasionally melted into squeals of orgasmic delight. She didn't know where she was anymore, or what Jeri was doing to her limp and unresisting body… she only knew that it felt so wonderful to relax, accept, and obey. And that felt more real than reality to itself to her now.

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Francine Keeps Her Friend Company

"Thanks for coming by to hang out with me, Frankie," Christine purred, unbuttoning her blouse as she spoke before tossing it heedlessly onto the back of the couch in the employee break room. "This stretch of the night gets kind of boring, and I'm just really glad to have someone around to help keep me company, y'know?" Francine wasn't sure if she did know--pretty much everything since she received the text from Tara's girlfriend had been kind of a blur--but she bobbed her head up and down in an amiable nod nonetheless. Agreeing always felt good to Frankie, and increasingly Francine felt like she was Frankie whenever someone wanted her to be.

Christine shucked off her slacks and sat down on the couch with her legs spread, and Francine felt her mind take a tottering lurch into the well of deep, drowsy lethargy she'd been drifting through the moment she laid eyes on the other woman's cunt. "I'm a pussy pleaser," she heard herself mumble, the words coming to her from somewhere deep and forgotten inside her own subconscious, and the thud of her knees hitting the thin carpet surprised her into realizing she'd zoned out completely at the sight of Christine's pussy. The drool soaking into her t-shirt also came as a shock, but none of those things could gain much of a hold on her befuddled brain for long and she soon lost herself in surrender again.

"You sure are, sweetie," Christine drawled, beckoning Francine closer, and the submissive woman let out an exquisite sigh as her tongue spiked into Christine's soaking folds and let the taste carry her even deeper into mindless bliss. It brought back memories of her first threesome with Tara and Christine, and the wonderfully helpless feeling she had when they hypnotized her into joining them, and even though Francine couldn't really remember how she'd gotten from that sleepy afternoon in the dorms to being at the beck and call of a woman she'd scarcely exchanged more than a dozen words with outside of trance she nonetheless accepted it. Acceptance came very easy to Francine now.

Time ceased to have meaning as Francine licked and licked, her brain simply disconnecting into lazy indolence while her body thrummed in sympathetic pleasure with Christine's every moan and whimper. Eating pussy felt orgasmic to her now, just another one of the many adjustments made by all the different women who'd discovered Francine's intense vulnerability to hypnosis and brainwashing, and she didn't need to wonder when it was time to stop. Christine would tell her when it was enough, the same way she always did, and Francine's cunt surged with an extra little throb of euphoria at the knowledge that she'd forget all this when she left the building. Christine liked her to be a secret from Tara and the other girls on the lacrosse team. And Francine liked whatever she was told to like.

Even when the door to the break room opened, and she heard Christine stammer out, "M-Miss Castleton! I--I can explain," Francine didn't emerge from trance. She allowed Christine to pull her head up and away from the delta between Christine's thighs, and she didn't make any effort to resume eating out Christine's pussy, but she merely knelt there with a glassy stare and a chin smeared with musk. She didn't listen to the subsequent hushed, urgent conversation… and when Christine guided her down to the new arrival's cunt, she didn't hesitate for even a moment before licking again.

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cw non-consent, mind control

I wake up to the sensation of my eyes being attacked by bright light from all directions. "Nghh, what the..." I'm disoriented for a moment, but slowly my eyes adjust to the light and I see that I'm sitting in some kind of large sterilised room, the kind you'd probably find in a secret laboratory.

"Wh-what the hell? Where the fuck am I...?"

I try to get up out of the chair I'm in, only to find that my body won't move. I look down and see my arms and legs are locked into place. "Wh... what the fuck is going on!? Who's here!?" I try to struggle, but I can barely move. I can't even make the chair move, as it seems to be bolted into position.

"Help!! Someone fucking help me, I don't know where the hell I am or how I got here, just fucking help me please!"

A moment later, the door opens to reveal a masked figure.

"Rina, you're awake."

"Who the fuck are you!? What's going on!?"

"My name is Ellis. We took you here to run some experiments on you. The first test appears to have been successful - we managed to target and wipe a specific portion of your memories."

"You- you did WHAT!?" I wasn't sure whether to believe it, but it did make a bit of sense, considering I had no idea how I got here... "What the fuck are you doing to me!?"

"To explain for a second time, we're developing a nanobots that are capable of making any amount of changes to a subject's brain chemistry. We can manipulate emotions, implant thoughts and behaviours, and even more interesting things..."

Listening to all this bullshit, I'm absolutely livid. "And... these are inside my fucking brain!? I'm gonna fucking kill you when I get out of here I swear to god-"

The masked scientist, "Ellis" had their tablet out and adjusted some kind of slider. Almost in an instant, I feel my rage begin to subside as my breathing stabilises. At this sudden shift, fear begins to set in.

"Oh my god, that's... what did you just do to me...?" I was beginning to realise just how much control they had over me when they appeared to adjust another slider, and my dread faded away as well. I sit in my chair, as my breathing again quickly returns to normal.

"It appears to be going well," they claimed. "How are you feeling, Rina?"

"Fine, to be honest. Like, it's pretty weird, but kind of an interesting feeling?"

"Perfect. Now, tell me how this feels." The scientist kneels down next to me and begins feeling around the chest area of my tank top, and then around my thighs slightly under my skirt.

"Mmph... I'm not really getting much out of it..."

"I see." they say. They look at their tablet again and adjust another slider. As they did, I start to feel a desire building inside me, and my skin becomes extremely sensitive, as I start to feel my clothes hugging my body. I feel my face begin to lightly blush before I'm even touched.

"Ohhhh, fuck, I-" My vision slightly blurs at even the warmth of their hand near my skin and as they begin to feel near my breasts and under my skirt... "NNNGHHH, ohhhhh my fucking- ahhhh fffffuck-!" It was... unlike anything I'd ever felt in my life, it was so fucking amazing...

As they take their hand away from me, I was left with an empty wanting. Though, even grinding my ass against the back of the chair feels really good, but I still need the touch... Until they adjust the slider back down again, and I find myself feeling calm again.

"Now, we have one last test for today, but to make sure there are no conflicts, I'll have to set your emotions back to their default settings." I nodded. Honestly I'm not really sure how I was feeling earlier, but I don't really care all that much. They press another button on their tablet, and in an instant...

"Wh... What the fuck was all that!? What did you do to me, fucking with my emotions!? Are you fucking crazy!?" Ellis, unaffected by my rant, goes behind me where I can't see them, and brings around a chair to place in front of me and sit in themself.

"I don't know who the fuck you are, I swear to god, I'm gonna kill you the second I escape, you hear me!?" They continue setting something up on their tablet, and then hold some kind of calibrator or something to their head for a moment. Looking at it again, they seem satisfied with the result. "Now, are you ready?"

"No, the fuck I'm not ready! What the hell are you doing to m- AAUGH-!" They press one more button, and I feel a sudden jolt of pain accompanied with a flash of light in my eyes. I shut my eyes for a moment, until the feeling subsides and I can see the room around me again. Looking over, Ellis appears to have slumped over in their chair. "What the fuck...?"

Then, I feel a slight tingle all throughout my body. The tingle begins to grow, feeling like both intense pain and pleasure at the same time. Unexpectedly, my cuffs come loose, and my body stumbles forward in flight or fight mode, but my legs collapse under me instantly. "Mmmppghhh GOD fuck... what is..."

I manage to make my way over to Ellis' body and look at the tablet. The screen says, "Mind transfer in progress"... What the fuck does that mean!? The burning feeling inside me is still growing, and I collapse onto the floor, facing up to the ceiling. I clutch my stomach and curl my knees into my chest trying to cope with the overwhelming sensation.

At that moment, I hear a feminine voice from some kind of speaker in the room. "Ellis. Ellis, come in. Is the procedure working?" I look over at their slumped over body. It doesn't look like they can respond...

"Yes... it's... working..."

That... didn't come from them. That came from my mouth. In my voice. I cover my mouth in shock. Oh god... The pleasure is growing faster than the pain now. Much faster. It feels fucking incredible, but also terrifying. My hands clutch my own breasts. I didn't mean to do that, but now I can't take them away. I'm squeezing them, I think against my will, but I can't tell anymore.

"Ohhhhhhh fuck... shit, oh my god, I... nnnnhhhhhh... I... aaaaaaaaahhhhh~!!"

I freeze. My muscles untense. My eyes unfocus. Everything stops. I hear the door open, but I can't look over at it. My body won't move.

"Ellis? Ellis, are you there?" I hear the same voice from earlier. At her sound, my body manages to roll over onto its front and start to get up. "Nnggghhhhhh..." As I start to get a knee off the floor, some of my blue-highlighted hair falls into my face. My hand comes up to brush it to the side.

"How are you feeling? Do you need any help?" she continues. My body stands up and stretches my arms into the sky.

"Aaaaaaaaahhhh~! No worries, June! The test went perfectly... and I've never felt better~!" my voice exclaims.

Ohhhhhhhh shit.

"Good to hear. Any issues with the process?"

"None at all! I have complete control of her, no problems whatsoever!" They use my voice in a cheery way like I would with a friend, not like when I'm furious and terrified of being experimented on.

"Perfect, then." June goes on. "How about her senses?"

"No problems there either! I can see and hear anything she can, and, of course..." My hands reach towards my boobs once again and give them a tight squeeze through my top. "Ooohhhhhhh fuck~ Yeah, it all feels good~!"

"Then, it seems like this has been a complete success. I'll reverse the transfer process then, so we can move onto the next phase..." She begins to pick up the tablet from Ellis' motionless body...

"Wait...!" my voice calls out, as my body moves towards June and grabs her wrist. She turns her head to look into my eyes. "Do we really want to stop already? Like... I feel really fucking good right now. I've got this ridiculously pretty body. Don't you wanna... I dunno... have a little fun, first?"

"Ellis... Are you sure about this?"

"Please... call me Rina. After all... I almost feel like I could stay in here forever...~"

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"You'd make such a cute brainwashed girlfriend." I say totally unprompted, twirling a pair of chunky cushioned headphones in my hand.

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Desire to feel strings on me, pulling me, puppeted, compelling and controlling me...

A voice in my mind, worming its way to my very core, pushing out all of my thoughts, replacing them with only their words...

I want to be taken over.

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Does my girl dick look cute soft 🥰🤪

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Demonic possession forcefem. Getting possessed by a cute demon girl who starts making your body take estrogen and wear elegant dresses to better reflect her true form, oh and also to better lure in hopeless girls like you to be her next victim.

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for the vamp request thing. if youre actually taking requests. ive been watching a little bit of buffy lately and theres a scene where she forces a vampire to hold a crucifix in her mouth and i think your vampire would look so hot crying and cringing in pain with a cross in her mouth

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