A Stunning Surprise
Sara woke up sitting on a Sybian, her arms and legs bound to keep her in position, again in her Superchick outfit and a buzzing inside her cunt.
She screamed, “Like, what is going on here.”
A moment later, a female voice in the bubbliest voice ever came over the intercom, “Good moooooorning, Sara.”
“Who are you? Like, help me, please,” Sara pleaded, the voice seemingly familiar, praying this woman would have some compassion.
“Sure,” the voice said, and a moment later the buzzing in Sara’s cunt increased ten-fold.
“Shiiiiiit, noooooo,” Sara whimpered, as an intense pleasure hit her vagina.
“Shiiiiiiit, yes,” the voice mocked with a giggle. “Master has, like, accelerated your training, you silly thing.”
“Noooo, please help me,” Sara begged.
“Master is helping you,” the voice replied.
“I knooooow you,” Sara moaned, the familiar voice driving her nuts, as was the buzzing in my pussy.
“Of course you do silly,” the voice giggled, “we are like besties.”
“Josie?” Sara finally gasped, recognizing Superdude’s wife’s voice.
“No, silly goose, it’s Jojo now,” the voice giggled.
“What has happened to yooou?” Sara moaned against her will, as she tried to understand how one of the smartest and strongest women she knew ended up sounding like a complete ditz.
The Producer’s voice interrupted the conversation. “We may have overdone it with her training, she is pretty much completely incompetent now. Have a snack, slut.”
“Oh thank you, Master,” Jojo eagerly replied as the TV came on and Sara saw a now blonde Josie, her brother’s wife, bobbing on the biggest cock she had ever seen.
“What did you doooo to her?” Sara snapped, assuming that he had brainwashed her somehow and made her his slut.
“I traaaaained her,” The Producer mocked before adding, “Like I am doing to you as we speak. Are you close to coming, my dear?”
“Noooo,” Sara lied, the orgasm bound to come whether she wanted it or not.
“Reeeeeally,” The Producer again mocked. “You see I have injected you with a mind control drug that slowly turns you into a bimbo. It is triggered each time you orgasm.”
“Yooou can’t, like, be serious,” Sara gasped, fear taming the orgasm that had been rising.
“Like, yes I am,” The Producer mocked.
Sara suddenly realized she had been saying ‘like’ on occasion and gasped.
“Aaaah, clarity hits the bimbo to be,” The Producer chuckled.
“Please, stop,” Sara pleaded.
“I no longer have control over your fate, you do. You only get dumber and conversely sluttier with each orgasm. Resist the temptation to come and you will continue to be in control of your mental state,” The Producer informed her.
“Fuck you, you fucking bastard,” Sara blasted.
“Sounding like a bimbo already,” he laughed, before adding, “have fun, Superchick, let’s see how strong you really are resisting the temptation to give in to your carnal desires.”
His voice disappeared and again porn was on the TV. This time Sara was forced to watch or, at the very least, listen to Josie Blaine being gangbanged by at least a dozen men and seemingly loving it.
Over the intercom, The Producer said, “Pretty soon Sara that will be you too.”
“Neeeeever,” Sara screamed back closing her eyes, unable to watch her friend be debased in such a way.
“Never say never,” The Producer said, “your friend Jojo said the same thing when she thought her hero would save her.”
“Damn yooooooooooooou,” Sara moaned, as the toy in her continued pleasing her.
“Have fun,” he laughed. “I got to finish feeding Jojo her morning snack, don’t I, my pet?”
“Hmmm, yes Master,” Jojo purred back.
“Be strong, Josie,” Sara yelled.
“Don’t be so silly, Master knows best,” Josie replied before Sara heard slurping sounds.
“Good luck resisting,” The Producer said.
The next hour Sara fought every urge to just let go and come, the buzzing inside her bringing continual pleasure. Again getting thirsty, Sara begged, “Water, I need water.”
A moment later Josie Blaine came in with water dressed in pigtails, pink thigh highs, five inch heels and nothing else, except the nipple clamps that showcased her 38D breasts, much larger since the breast enhancements courtesy of The Producer.
“Josie, like, what happened to you?” Sara asked, cursing herself for using the word like.
“Master saved me,” she shrugged, as she reached her sister-in-law by marriage and began pouring water in Sara’s mouth.
Sara was silenced briefly as she was re-hydrated.
Once the bottle was done, Josie said, “Hmmmm, Jojo is here to help.”
Sara watched stunned as her brother’s feminist wife bent down and began licking Sara’s pussy. “God no, Josie, don’t.”
Josie giggled, “There is no Josie here, only Jojo.”
“Fine, Jojo, please stop,” Sara pleaded, Josie’s tongue on her clit making it impossible to control herself from the orgasm that had been simmering forever.
“Don’t be silly, I love to help,” Josie said with a giggle, never quitting pleasuring her sister-in-law’s clit.
Sara whimpered, her sister-in-law’s tongue feeling so good after all the teasing. Feeling her orgasm rise, she begged, “Please no more, I, like, am going to, like, come hard, fuck.”
“Of course you are, silly,” Jojo giggled, “Sara needs to come.”
“Noooooo, I can’t come,” Sara tried to rationalize, desperate to make her predicament clear to the once proud woman.
“I will fix that,” Jojo promised and put extra pressure on Sara’s clit.
That was the straw that broke the camel’s back as Sara, unable to control the internal inferno inside her, screamed, “Noooooooooo, fuuuuuuck, yooou made me coooooooome.”
Josie kept licking savoring the bound girl’s sweet nectar.
Once the orgasm had completely finished its course, Jojo stood up and said, “Hmmmm, Jojo likey.”
The Producer’s voice chuckled as he said, “This should be another best seller online.”
Sara snapped as she threatened, “When I get out of this I am like going to make you pay.”
“Insubordination, I can’t have that from one of my bimbos,” he scolded, and instantly Sara felt her bound arms being pulled up and then suddenly she was dropped back down.
“Nooooo,” Sara moaned as her body slammed back onto the vibrating pleasure stick.
“Keep licking her Jojo, she is your lunch,” The Producer said.
“Yes, Master,” the once famous reporter replied as if in a submissive trance, falling to her knees again and awkwardly licking the young girl’s clit. A moment later she giggled, “This is soooo yummy for my tummy,”