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I moaned loudly as it was very thick. Then we moved on the bench and he came inside me. But I can still feel his dick inside my pussy and it did not sleep completely. He fell on my back breathlessly and I made his hands catch my boobs.

I whispered breathlessly, “Baby I still need more of that dick, show me what you have got.” His grip was tight on my boobs. I can feel his dick increasing its size again inside my pussy. It was very hot and he started rocking me again. He was sleeping on me and kissing my back, pressing my boobs hard.

His weight along with those strokes of his strong dick. I passed through the gates of heaven and he came inside me again. This time I turned around and he fell on my boobs. We both were dripping sweat and he was resting his head on my boobs. We were in a tight hug with my legs wrapped around his ass.

I turned my head, and to my surprise, she was still looking out of the window trying to get a view. I am pretty sure she knew we both were having sex. but it was very dark inside that shelter so she did not get a clear view. But I saw her recording our act on her cell phone.

I pulled him up and kissed him on the lips. He slowly licked my neck and stopped his tongue on my lips. We started kissing, I broke the kiss and said, “She has recorded everything.” He looked at her and said, “There is no chance she can get a picture of us in the dark.”

He smiled and kissed me again. I said, “Maybe this is the last time we will ever do this.” He looked at me with a longing face but said, “Yeah I know it, so shall we finish it off with a final round?” His hands were already pressing my boobs and I said, “Sure, baby!”

As we were having a chat his dick got enough rest and it was catching up the momentum again. He said, “Let us see your skill. Go ahead and make it harder.” I was on my knees again and he pushed his dick in my mouth.

I gave him the best blowjob. With kisses on his dickhead, licking his balls and lubricating it with my saliva. It was hard again. He was sitting on the bench and I sat on him with my arms wrapped around his neck. He started licking my boobs.

I slowly guided his dick into my pussy and he rocked my pussy for the third time. The sounds were incredible in this position as my ass was hitting his balls vigorously. The thud-thud sounds along with my moans were very sensual and erotic. His hands pressed my boobs and played with them.

I was moving up and down. Then I was tired and I could not move anymore. He caught my ass and started rocking me. With his help, I rode his dick harder and harder until he came inside me. With his dick still inside me, we both hugged tightly enough to crush our bones.

We slowly enjoyed the moments of pleasure. Then we both got dressed up. He dropped me back without delay. As my dress was wet and I was looking horrible after that strenuous sex.

He said, “Thanks for everything,” and gave me a gentle peck on my lips. I asked him if his revenge was successful. He said it was the horniest revenge he could ever get and he asked me whether we both could continue doing that. I looked at him seriously and said, “We will think about that later.”

He drove away and I went straight to my bathroom. I had a bath and slept on my bed.

It was 10 pm when I woke up with my stomach growling loud enough to disturb my sleep. I got up and ordered some food. After eating it I slept around 11 pm again. After an hour the doorbell rang. I picked my phone and there were 10 missed calls from my friend Shruthi and a message that she is at my door.

With a sigh of relief, I ran and opened the door. She was in a party outfit. I looked at her with a pale face and said, “What the hell are you doing here?” We had a long conversation with both of us arguing about picking up the phone and a lot of other stupid stuff.

Then I understood that she was inviting me to a party in a pub which was opened recently. It was of someone she knew so everything was free for her and her friends. She owed all of us a lot of parties so she decided to throw a party for every occasion combined.

I told her what happened the whole day and said that I was tired and will skip the party. But after another stupid argument, she convinced me and we both went to the pub again. It was almost 12:30 pm and she kept on blaming me for not picking up my phone. (That is the reason we were so late at the pub).

I was in a rose-colored skater skirt with a white halter top and to spice things up I put on a denim jacket. We went straight into the pub. Our friends were waiting and we had a fun conversation and enjoyed teasing and having a few shots of vodka.

After 2 hours, at 3:30 am, almost everyone got back to their houses. But I stayed back as Shruthi asked me to. She was testing her mixing skills with the bartender. I was sitting in the corner, almost sleeping. Someone tapped on my shoulder and I looked up.

 

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I saw a handsome guy smiling at me and he sat beside me. I was looking at him but did not say a word. He nervously said, “Can I ask you something?” I said yes and I don’t know why I was smiling. He smiled too and said, “Are you an actress?” I looked at him suspiciously and said no, and I turned my face away.

He came and sat on the side where I turned my face and said, “Hey I am sorry if I am bothering you but I watch your videos daily.” I looked straight into his eyes and said, “I am not an actress and you can stop flirting with me. Please don’t waste your time.”

He looked at me confusingly and said, “Aren’t you the porn actress?” I looked at him angrily and said what rubbish are you talking about. He nervously said I am sorry and he played a video while I was still in shock. I laughed after watching that video.

She does not look like me but maybe we have some common features. He said, “Yeah I am sorry,” and he placed his hand on my hand and pressed it slowly. I pulled him into a hug and said, “No problem.” I got up and I was about to move away when he pulled me back.

“Can I get a selfie with you please, you are looking very hot?” I blushed and said ok. He grabbed my navel and pulled me closer for a selfie. His rough fingers slowly rubbed my smooth navel. His fingers went under my top and he was pressing my navel slowly while grabbing a selfie.

He came close to me and one of his fingers ran into my belly button and started doing circles around it. I thought of pushing him away. But he grabbed me harder and started taking some more selfies. I was slowly biting my lower lip unable to control myself. He looked at me and I looked at him at the same time.

He gave me his phone and he grabbed me from the back and asked me to take a selfie. I was trying to take a selfie but my body was getting heated up. My breathing was heavy which made the phone shake. So he took my hand in his and guided me to a selfie.

He said he wants one selfie with me in his lap. He quickly sat down on the nearby sofa and pulled me onto him. I don’t know what happened to me but I did not utter a word and sat on him. He took a selfie and I barely managed to smile.

One of his hands slowly moved onto my thighs. He was slowly rubbing my thighs and he even pinched it a few times. I can feel his breath getting heavier on my shoulders. He did not take a selfie and he was holding me tightly and was seducing me bit by bit.

His hands ran all over my body rubbing my thighs navel and he also touched my boobs. I managed to ask him why he is not taking selfies. He whispered slowly, “I don’t know what is happening but it is fun. Are you enjoying it?” I did not know what to say.

But he took the next step. He slowly tucked my hair behind my ears and kissed my neck tenderly. I did not do anything. He took it as a yes and embraced me tightly and started kissing my neck and cheeks. He ran his hands on my boobs and pressed them. I let out a small moan and got up from his lap.

He got up and hugged me. I tried to push him away but he said you know the feeling is mutual. I could not argue that. Moreover, I was completely drunk. He grabbed my ass and kissed me on my lips. He was a great kisser. He pulled my lips tenderly enjoying every bit of my lips.

I wrapped my hands around him and his hands are still on my ass. Our lips were almost touching. I said this is not a private place I think we should go somewhere else. He said he has a car in the parking area. I asked him to pick me up. He kissed me on the lips and grabbed me by my ass.

We both went into his car. I was too drunk to know what he was doing. He removed my jacket first and kissed me everywhere for a while. He undressed me as I lay there doing nothing. He played with my boobs for a while and kissed my navel. He spanked my ass and kissed every inch of my ass.

All I remember was the time we had sex. He slept on my boobs and started pounding his dick in my pussy. I don’t know his size but the pleasure was unbelievable. I felt every thrust and the pleasure was ascending for every thrust. I was scratching the seats and he completed it with a cumshot inside my pussy.

He fell on my boobs and we both fell asleep. After some time I felt uneasy and opened my eyes. I can feel his thrusts again. He started doing it again. He increased the speed this time. I hugged him tightly as he fucked me for the second time. He came inside me after some time.

I fell asleep in his arms and it was a blackout again. Next time I came to my senses I can feel his dick in my pussy again. But he was too tired and was rocking me slowly. I tried to help him too but the drowsiness did not allow me to do so. He somehow managed to cum inside me again.

He turned me around and he fell onto the seat with me on his chest and we cuddled and slept again. After some time he woke me up and planted a kiss on my forehead. I smiled at him and asked him what happened? He was surprised but said, “We had sex and I came inside you.”

I kissed him on the lips and said, “Yes I know that we had sex but I felt your dick in my pussy almost all night. How many times did you do that?” He said 4 times.

Then he dropped me at my house. We both exchanged numbers and he left. It was 6 in the morning. I went back into my room making it a successful sex spree in one day. I thought to myself I should be doing these sprees often.

THE-END

 

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Nyla Usha

It was a Saturday, the day-off for me. I didn’t have any plans for the afternoon. So, I thought of doing something which I used to do during college days – spend the day in my room watching porn and indulging in self-pleasure.

I took my tablet and started scanning through porn. I went to my favourite section: “Japanese Porn”. I always wonder why I always choose this section but I never tried to find out because that was not important.

45 minutes into the porn where the guy was fucking his wife until she was totally spent and felt wasted, he goes to the washroom to clean himself up. Then find his wife’s best friend sleeping in another room with her t-shirt rolled up to show her milky boobs covered in pink bra and short pants a little down to show her pink panties.

He goes inside and pulls the short pants and panties off in one go and starts licking his wife’s best friend’s pussy eagerly. The girl gets into the mood – real mood. But when she wakes up, she tries to stop but couldn’t stop the pleasure she was getting.

The guy gets in 69 immediately and shoves the dick in her mouth to stop her from resisting. She then obeys him and starts sucking him. She holds his dick and takes it in deep and keeps doing it again and again. Later, the guy starts fucking his wife’s best friend in doggy style.

I was very excited at this stage and was going through immense pleasure. My erection was feeling like a hard-rock and my dick-riding in an awesome rhythm. I always try to last beyond my levels, I try to cool down if I feel the climax is near. Though it is inevitable, I like to extend and test my limits.

Just when I decided to put everything to end, the streaming had gone. I tried a few times to refresh it but realized the internet was down. I went out of the room and found out that the electricity had gone.

I went to the balcony to see if it was just my home or the whole street. But it was afternoon and not night time. So it was difficult. I was trying to scan my neighbour’s house. What I saw blew my mind away.

My neighbour Nyla Usha bhabhi’s house had 3 rooms – 1 room on the left (Opposite her kitchen), then comes the hall in the middle and at last 2 rooms next to each other – one belongs to Nyla Usha bhabhi. The room door was slightly open just enough to see what was happening inside. I saw my neighbour bhabhi blowing someone’s dick!

I quickly took my phone and zoomed in the camera and I was right. Nyla Usha bhabhi was giving a blowjob. Immediately, I pressed the record button (I don’t know why).

Nyla Usha bhabhi is a sex bomb – a ticking sex bomb! She can blow anyone, anytime and anywhere with her perfect tits, more than sexy ass, lusty lips and killer eyes and silky hairs. It was a dream for many but true for one – her husband. And there she was blowing him. I started watching my porn – live porn!

For another minute, bhabhi was still blowing and I wanted to see more action. I tried to distract them and threw a sketch pen (lying around in the balcony). It fell below the sofa but made enough noise to distract bhabhi and her husband Prem.

I saw Nyla Usha turning but Prem brought her face again to his dick and asked her to keep sucking. But what I saw next – another guy came out and found nothing and went back to the room. The guy was wearing a black mask and left the door open while going inside. I was shell shocked.

The guy went to bhabhi. He took his dick out. It was 6-inch long. He took bhabhi’s hand and placed it on his dick. Now, Nyla Usha was blowing both dicks alternatively. I couldn’t believe my eyes. The first guy’s dick was 8.5 or 9-inch long.

He then went behind her and made bhabhi on her fours. He brought his dick near her pussy and started kicking her pussy with his dick in a playful manner.

He spat on his hand and applied it to his dick and pressed it against bhabhi’s pussy. He did this again, playing with my sexy neighbour bhabhi’s pussy. The guy pressed it a little more and a few inches went inside this time.

He then took it out and put it inside a little again. He was teasing bhabhi. Then Nyla Usha bhabhi spoke for the first time, “do it now”.

I was sure she didn’t mean do fast and done with it. She was getting horny and she wanted it inside her. She said again, “Please”.

The first guy understood and he gave a strong thrust. His dick went inside her, stretching her inner walls to new limits. Her mouth made an ‘O’ shape at that very moment. That’s when the second guy pushed his dick in Nyla Usha bhabhi’s mouth and started mouthfucking her.

He caught her long silky hairs and tried to choke her with his dick in her mouth.

The first guy was slapping Nyla Usha bhabhi’s ass in between each thrust and was literally fucking her like cowboy. Bhabhi was trying to meet each thrust equally by pushing her ass.

Bhabhi was still blowing the second guy. She took all the 6-inch down her throat. That’s when the first guy who was fucking bhabhi in pure lust and full rhythm put his hands on her boobs and started mauling them.

He caught hold of bhabhi’s boobs and was molesting them while grabbing them tightly. He started giving hard strokes (more like bullet shots) into bhabhi’s pussy.

Getting her boobs grabbed so tightly and fucked so hard was giving an amazing pleasure to my neighbour bhabhi. She closed her eyes and moaned loudly. She pushed away the guy she was blowing and shouted “Yessssss..Ahh”.

It seemed like bhabhi had an orgasm. Her head fell down, her sexy body shivered. But the guy was still pushing it in her deeper and deeper. It looked like it was just the beginning. The second guy said, “Let me also fuck her. I will finish it off quickly then you can continue your marathon fucking”.

The second guy’s dick was small compared to the first guy. The second guy started fucking Nyla Usha bhabhi now. He was very aggressive and fucking her at a good speed. I knew he wouldn’t last long even though he took bhabhi to another ride of ecstasy.

I saw her holding the bedsheet tightly with her moans coming out rapidly, “Ah ah ah slowly, pls slow down, ah ah ahh. Noooooooo. Ahhhh”

It felt like she was begging for the first guy. Nyla Usha bhabhi’s boobs were swinging wildly now and she was shaking her head with the kind of fucking she was getting.

Soon, with one last mighty stroke, the second guy was done. Bhabhi was left panting and she was trying to catch her breath. Her stomach was still vibrating and she was still in fucking rhythm with her body moving up and down.

 

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The small guy also collapsed next to her while he kissed her lips and with the other hand pressing her boobs softly. The first guy was holding his dick in his hand.

He put Nyla Usha on her back and came on top of her. He was still wearing a mask like the other guy. His eyes locked with bhabhi’s eyes. I thought she will say, “Enough”. But I saw her hand going down and grabbing his dick and guiding it to her pussy. She wanted more, more of this big dick!

He pushed it in her and waited.

Nyla Usha: what happened?

The first guy shook his head like nothing.

Nyla Usha: do it!

First guy (raises his head): Like what?

Nyla Usha knew what the guy wanted to hear from her. She closed her eyes and said, “Fuck me, please fuck me..”

It seemed like the first guy got what he wanted. He took it out and shoved it in, the whole of it.

Nyla Usha (moaning deeply): Yesss…more..fuck me more.

The guy fucked her harder, deeper and wilder. He placed his mouth on her boobs and bit her nipples in between. Bhabhi put her hand on his head first and then on his back and dug her nails on his back. The guy kept pushing his dick in her and kept fucking bhabhi like mad. The sounds of his leg meeting bhabhi’s thighs were increasing rapidly.

Just then, the second guy held her hand and brought it on top of her head, holding it tightly. The first guy got in full gear and was fucking bhabhi at full speed.

He started fucking her faster and faster. With every stroke, he was going deeper exerting more power. He kept going as if he wanted to reach somewhere.

Bhabhi held his hands tightly. She knew he won’t let go but she needed to hold it tighter because of the hard fucking. She kept pushing her ass backward to avoid meeting his powerful strokes but he kept pushing in more and harder. He was fucking like it was his last fuck.

He then closed his eyes and his head was raised towards the ceiling. Bhabhi freed her hand and she immediately reached for his dick and squeezed every drop of his cum out of it. He felt immense satisfaction and less powerful and collapsed onto her boobs.

Then they turned her on her tummy and tied her hands on her back. I left too and went towards Nyla Usha bhabhi’s house. I started climbing the stairs and reached her door. I found it open and went inside. She was lying naked on her tummy and trying to free her hands.

When I entered the house, I saw Nyla Usha bhabhi lying on her stomach with hands tied and she was trying to open it up. I thought to myself not so soon, bhabhi. I went close to the bed and got on top of the bed. She was covered with a shawl on her ass and the rest was a feast to my eyes.

Her body was soaked in a mixture of sweat especially her thighs looked so hot and sexy. It was inviting me. Meanwhile, She might have heard someone coming and said, “Please leave, I was completely drained..” Without responding, I undid my jeans and let my dick free.

I then pulled the shawl aside and made bhabhi to stand on her four. My dick was hard and ready to drill her. Bhabhi realized the situation, “Again . I am tired, please leave now.” I took some saliva from my mouth and applied it on a raging dick.

I pushed my dick inside her pussy in one shot. It went straight in full length with all the cum in her pussy. Bhabhi reacted, “No, so hard again.” I kept drilling her, slow and steady. All the way in and all the way out. Bhabhi was waiting desperately whenever I take the dick all the way out.

“Please stop teasing and fuck me harder.” And there she herself started moving back and met my thrust much faster. Seeing bhabhi enjoy herself, I slapped her on her ass and was losing myself in the moment.

Bhabhi, “Ahh yeah. Just like this, fuck me more.” I was breathing heavily, finally opened up, “Fuck you, bhabhi. You are made to be fucked.” And continued as if asking for permission, “Let me fuck you always. Love your pussy and hot body.”

Bhabhi reached orgasm, “I am coming again.” And I banged her without any mercy and pushed her on the bed. She fell flat on her stomach and I laid myself on her back. I started fucking her from behind by putting my arms under her shoulder. I gave heavy thrusts in her pussy.

After 15-20 thrusts, I let it go and cummed heavily inside her warm pussy. Both were catching a breath. I pulled myself up and turned bhabhi to face me. She got the shock of her life with her eyes wide open, “Tum? Rohit?”

Unable to understand and think, how? Why? What?

Bhabhi didn’t know how to respond.

I was just watching her. Even in her distress, she was looking hot and seductress. I could feel my blood going to the wrong place again and things are getting harder and harder every second.

I could have said a lot of things to her to make her understand why I fucked her.

I played the recording with mask men where bhabhi was getting fucked,

Bhabhi nervously, “Please delete it

.”

I said, “Delete Promise me fulfill my wishes?”

Bhabhi, “I promise, please delete it.”

guided her mouth on my dick, “suck it.” I let myself fall on the bed. She kept sucking for another 5 minutes. I had my eyes closed all this time. I opened my eyes when I saw bhabhi came on top of me and was guiding my dick in her pussy.

She pressed her lips on my lips and gave a long smooch.

After the kiss, I put her on her back and came on top of her in missionary style. I started pressing her boobs with both hands and pinching her nipples. Mera lund ab bhi unke andar bahar ho raha tha. But my focus was her boobs. Her tight, perfect, round boobs.

I was biting her nipples and licking it. I decided to take the action to another level. She closed her eyes, “Keep fucking harder,,” and putting her hands on my waist and pushing me inside her.

I was surprised by her reaction

I was on the verge of climax, I kept fucking her hard with all the strength. I drilled her with the last few strokes and I cummed inside her.

She, “Ahh you are amazing, Rohit. please delete videos.”

Me, “I will,” and smooched her.

THE-END

 

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Rashmika Mandanna

Rashmika paused outside room 312 and took a deep breath. It had become a part of her ritual in this class. She needed to steel her nerves, prepare her mind, and tell herself, "You're halfway through the semester! You can do it!" It wasn't the course, which Rashmika was convinced she understood. It wasn't the time of day, as on Tuesdays and Thursdays she actually woke up later than normal. It was just the professor.

Rashmika let out the breath and stepped into the room. Immediately, Professor Reiker's eyes lifted from his desk. The old man seemed to be hyper-aware of when a girl entered his room and Rashmika wasn't sure if this was especially true for her or if she was just more aware of it. Despite the thick, non-fitted sweater and plain, non-fitted jeans that Rashmika had taken to wearing to this class, Reiker's eyes still perused her body, hunting for curves that Rashmika had tried her best to hide. Admittedly, when a girl has a certain level of endowment in her chest--like Rashmika--it can be a little harder to hide.

She walked quickly, trying not to notice the prying eyes of the teacher. She sat in her desk, kept her knees together, and opened her laptop. After several seconds, another girl entered the room and Reiker's eyes started tracking her instead, giving Rashmika reprieve.

Rashmika shuddered. The man looked vaguely like Vulture. He was balding, lurching, and had a nose that seemed to hook outward. The fact that Reiker taught a senior course--therefore technically had all students older than 18--didn't make it any less creepy for him to be ogling girls over half his age. Rashmika found him repulsive. This class was easily the worst parts of her week. She had it on Tuesday and Thursday. Today was Tuesday, which meant she even had to endure it again before the weekend.

What made the situation even worse, however, was that it was at risk of ruining her GPA. Reiker seemed to be a hard ass on grading. He frequently found faults in what Rashmika considered to be perfect work. When confronted, he would try to use big words and convoluted logic to explain why Rashmika was wrong, but Rashmika wasn't a dumb girl. She could tell that he was bullshitting her. She was passing the class, but it could put her at risk of not making the Dean's List this quarter. Rashmika might not have minded so much if it was legitimate, but the fact that he seemed to have it out for Rashmika was not an acceptable reason to ruin a track record.

In the more recent paper, Rashmika had gone above and beyond. She was supposed to select a famous scientologist, analyze their life and work, and pay special attention to their motivations. She had spent an entire weekend on the project, citing twice as many articles as the minimum and reading two different books from start to finish. Her paper was succinct, comprehensive, and beautiful. She had even sat with her friend who was studying literature--and proofed every sentence individually. she had been a good sport, helping her polish the paper through from start to finish three separate times over the course of four hours. She had bought him dinner as a thank-you.

It was happy coincidence that Reiker had graded those papers over the weekend. He started class by passing them back to the students. Rashmika noticed that several girls put hands on their chest to prevent cleavage when he passed by their desks. Rashmika's thick sweater--although getting difficult to deal with in the warm room--prevented that necessity.

Reiker finally gave her back her own paper. In large, red sharpie across the top was the letter "C". Beneath that, Reiker had written, "Your conclusions were obvious and uninspired."

Rashmika felt rage boil inside her like a white hot furnace. What was it with this old coot? Why did he have it out for her so badly? Her hands curled around her chest and she clenched her jaw hard, trying to prevent her rage from becoming audible. She fumed similarly through most of the class period, which Rashmika personally thought was taught in an "obvious and uninspired" manner.

Finally, at the end of the class, as students filed quickly out of the room, Rashmika took a deep breath and approached Reiker's desk.

"Hello Professor," Rashmika said, doing her best to sound pleasant. "I was hoping to talk about my paper."

"Yes, I was surprised, Rashmika," Reiker said. "I expected a little more effort from you." Rashmika clenched her jaw and forbid herself from speaking, lest she saw something to make the situation unrecoverable. Reiker was packing his bag, so her silence was apparently not very obvious.

Finally, after steeling her rage back, Rashmika said, "I think there might be a mistake. I think if you look again, you'll see I was very thorough and..."

"As I made clear on syllabus day, my gradings are final," Reiker said. His bag packed, he turned his attention to Rashmika. Rashmika resisted the urge to place her bag in front of her own body. His eyes clearly and obviously dropped down to seek her curves once more.

"But if you're concerned about your grade in my course, I do offer extra credit to participants of academic research," Reiker said. "As it happens, there is a study tonight."

Rashmika had planned on binging a new season of her favorite show that had just dropped online, but she quietly let that dream of relaxation fade in her mind. "What's the study?"

"It's just a study on the effects of various forms of advertising," Reiker said. "I just had a cancelation from another student for the seven to eight slot. Should I pencil you in?"

Rashmika pursed her lips, took another deep breath--this was a common coping tactic around Reiker--and nodded her head. Rashmika told herself to bite the bullet and get the grade.

"Excellent," Reiker said. "It's this room. Be there at seven sharp."

As Rashmika left the room, she sent a text to her firend: "The Bird shit on my paper."

She responded with a frowning face, then another text: "I can shit on his car if you want." Rashmika smiled, despite herself. The joke was "obvious and uninspired", but Rashmika half believed that her friend would do it if she needed him to.

Rashmika wasn't excited about participating in some advertising study, but if it was going to help save her grade and her Dean's List track run, then she would do it. It would be like ripping off a band aid.

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Rashmika never liked being in school buildings after hours. It felt creepy and haunted. Not for the first time today, Rashmika wished she was at home binging her TV show instead of here tonight. Rashmika steeled herself and marched down the halls, whose shadows seemed to be a lot deeper after the sun set.

Rashmika arrived early, with plans to study for an upcoming history test while she waited for the previous participant in the study to finish. Oddly, Reiker was alone in room 312 when Rashmika arrived.

"Oh, you're here early," Reiker said, welcoming Rashmika inside. Rashmika had maintained her layers since last seeing the professor, but Reiker's eyes still leered nonetheless.

"I thought 7PM was the only opening," Rashmika said. "Where is the participant before me?"

"She had to back out suddenly," Reiker said. Rashmika noticed that nobody seemed to want to participate in this experiment. She looked around the room and found no one else. The projector mounted on the ceiling was turned on, but showing a blue screen.

"Whose study is this?" Rashmika asked. Normally, students working on grad projects would use college students as guinea pigs.

"Oh, this is mine, actually," Reiker said. His voice was dripping with pride. "I've been working on a project for several years. I think it's finally ready to test."

"What do I do?" Rashmika asked. She was eager to get out of the room and back to the safety of her dorm.

"Just sit here," Reiker said, patting a desk in the front row. "I'm going to play several commercial clips. Just pay very close attention. I will replay them again later, but with minor changes. I will ask you what changed between the commercials."

"Alright," Rashmika nodded. She sat in the desk, knees together. Reiker stepped to the computer, pressed a button, and quickly hurried out of the room. He closed the door behind him.

Rashmika focused on the screen. The projector began playing a Coke commercial. Rashmika tried to take note of the individual elements of the commercial, lest they change later. The woman was wearing a red shirt. The glass she drank from was clear and full of ice. The final product display had Coke in the center, cherry on the right, and diet on the left. Rashmika tried to commit all of this to memory.

As the commercial faded to black, for just a moment Rashmika thought she saw a flash of something else. Was that writing? Or a swirling shape? Before she had time to reconcile the flash, another commercial came on.

This was a movie trailer. Rashmika focused on the voiceover. She took note of the order of the scenes she saw. The music. How the actor's names were written.

Was that another flash? This one between clips? Rashmika was sure she saw something.

The commercial continued. Rashmika was growing tired. Trying to keep focused on so much all at once was mentally exhausting.

The third commercial was a prescription drug commercial. Rashmika tried to tell herself to remember the name of the pills, because she suspected that would be an easy switch to make when they were re-run, but she was drowsy. That flashing of the screen kept happening, but Rashmika was alarmed less and less each time. In fact, it was rather calming.

Rashmika thought the fourth commercial was for an exercise machine, but she couldn't quite be sure. The world seemed farther away now.

Rashmika didn't know if she was bored or tired or even awake at all. For a moment, she thought that she might not be watching a commercial at all, but a swirling on the screen and calm, cool directions being given by a powerful, manly voice from the speakers. She drifted in and then back out. She got the impression that she might be listening to instructions, but she didn't know what.

Words seem to stick out to her. Service. Submission. Obedience.

The images on the screen alternated between swirling and pictures of people. Some part of Rashmika, deep inside and far from any connection to the outside, was alarmed by the images on the screen. It felt wrong in a way that she couldn't put a finger on. Were those... naked people? The swirling returned before Rashmika's mind could fully comprehend what she was seeing.

More instructions. More words. Tits. Suck. Fuck.

Rashmika was pretty sure that at some point she started watching commercials again. Victoria's Secret, perhaps? There were images of lingerie on the screen and Rashmika was feeling a sudden, very powerful urge to wear those frilly, lacey things on the screen. She wanted to look good. She wanted to be on display. She wanted to be... alluring? Was that the word?

More instructions. More words. Rashmika listened intently. Whore. Slut. Fucktoy.

Rashmika knew that certain sentences--certain commands--were repeated frequently. They were like mantras and every time Rashmika heard them, she believed them more.

Eventually, Rashmika was aware that she was watching a makeup commercial. She blinked, suddenly realizing she hadn't been paying attention to the details as much anymore. Had she drifted off? Rashmika lifted a hand--her arm was very stiff, she was alarmed to find--and brought it up to her chin. It was wet. Had she been drooling? Rashmika quickly wiped her mouth off with her sweater sleeve.

 

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She looked at the screen again, looking for some sign of a flashing swirl. There was none. Just a minor celebrity with a new makeup line.

The commercial ended and the screen went blue. The door opened and Reiker stepped into the room again. He seemed positively giddy.

"Well that's that," Reiker said. "What did you think?"

"Ummm," Rashmika said. She was very aware of the sweater she was wearing. It's not just that it was hot in the room, it was that it seemed like so much clothing. Rashmika also knew that she was wearing some rather plain underwear beneath and that didn't seem like much fun at all.

"Rashmika?" Reiker said. "Were you paying attention?"

"I... I tried, Professor Reiker," Rashmika said. How much time had passed?

"Did you fall asleep?" Reiker demanded. Despite the harsh tone, his eyes still shined with glee. He wasn't actually mad, Rashmika thought. Why was he pretending to be mad?

"No, I didn't sleep..." Rashmika said.

"You stupid bitch," Reiker snapped. His eyes were on fire with excitement as he hurled the insult.

Rashmika was instinctively offended. Professors should never use such language with a student. But Rashmika quickly found that the offensiveness carried little weight to her. She didn't really believe it. In fact... she was excited herself. Rashmika immediately found that her jeans--which were doing very little for her figure, by the way--were very uncomfortable in the front. She shifted, feeling a not unpleasant sensation as she did. Oh God... was she turned on? Why???

"Wh... what?" Rashmika said.

"I said you are a stupid bitch," Reiker repeated. His eyes were devouring her as he spoke. Again, Rashmika tried to be offended. Again, she was just more aware of the itching between her legs.

"I... I think I should go," Rashmika said.

The excitement in Reiker's eyes faded just for a moment. "No, no. Stay. We're not done with the experiment."

But Rashmika was standing already. She picked up her bag, slung it over her shoulder, and started for the door.

"Sorry, professor," Rashmika said. "I don't feel well."

"No! Come back!" Reiker said. Rashmika almost did, too. She felt like she should obey when a masculine voice told her to do something. But Rashmika looked over her shoulder and saw him. She didn't so much mind his hooked nose or bald head anymore. What she did mind were those eyes. They were still creepy to her. They reminded Rashmika that men should be obeyed, but this one was still repulsive. As good as it would feel to obey, Professor Reiker was repulsive.

"I'll see you in class," Rashmika said. She opened the door, left room 312, and hurried down the hall. As soon as she was out of view, she ran. She didn't look back.

---

Rashmika felt very strange as she walked back to her room. She was still horny. She kept replaying the memory of being called a "Stupid Bitch". Why did that excite her so much? Rashmika knew she should be offended. That was unacceptable. Why then did she relive it with such joy?

Rashmika had been lucky enough to have a room to herself--a privilege reserved for seniors with excellent academic records. She was glad for it, too. She closed and locked the door to her room, then immediately stripped off her sweater. It felt so oppressive, covering so much of her. Her plain, white bra quickly followed. The jeans, the underwear, even her socks... all of it went. She stood naked in the room, feeling like she had been suffocated for a while and was now free to breathe.

Rashmika opened her dresser top drawer--underwear, socks, and bras--and reached into the far back. Past all of the plain, comfortable underthings was a single set of something more exciting: A black net bra and lace panties. All of it did very little to hide her body. She had worn them after a boyfriend sophomore year had begged and begged. She had kept them after they broke up because they were so damned expensive.

She put them on now. Rashmika wished she had some fishnet stockings or spiked heels to go with them. Maybe even a nice lace choker. Alas, she had none of it, but at least she was wearing something more fun now.

Rashmika paused. What was going on? Why was she wearing this? Never in her life had she come back to her room and gone immediately for the sexy underwear. Never had she enjoyed wearing it. The underwire of the bra was already digging into her tits--no, breasts. Not tits, breasts. What was going on?

"Something's wrong," Rashmika muttered. "Something... something..." She continued muttering and looked down at the sweater. It had been so comfortable just this morning. Why was it so oppressive now?

Rashmika realized she was no longer muttering "something... something...", but rather "must look fuckable... must look fuckable..." Rashmika bit her lip hard to silence herself. That was something she had never said before. That was something she had never thought. But the evidence seemed to weigh in the other direction, because she was standing in her room looking very fuckable indeed.

"Maybe I just need to get off," Rashmika muttered. A quick, experimental finger found that she was wet and ready. She went to work, flopping onto her bed and fingering her clit. It didn't take long for her body to respond. The orgasm was great--rivaling even the very talented tongue of her last boyfriend. Still, as she laid in her bed catching her breath, Rashmika couldn't help but feel unsatisfied. She had gotten off, but was still feeling bothered. Still feeling horny.

"What is going on?" Rashmika said. "I'm not myself. What is going on?"

She decided she needed a distraction. Her TV show had a new season. She opened her computer, went to click on the shortcut to the streaming site, and paused. She bit her lip again, wondering, and then finally clicked the url box. She typed in a porn site and pressed enter.

Rashmika wasn't entirely against porn. She had experimented sometimes, especially after a breakup left her feeling empty and needing. She knew that guys tended to take it way too far, but she was not morally against someone exploring their sexuality online. Normally, she stayed on the "for women" sections of sites, but a video on the home page caught her eye. A redhead with big tits was being railed from behind in the thumbnail. Rashmika immediately clicked on it.

With rapt attention, Rashmika watched the video. The redhead was a champ, starting with a blowjob that showed very little hints of inhibition. Then she took it in her pussy, where the guy went to town. Rashmika's second orgasm of the night came when the man wrapped his hand around the redhead's throat and said, "Take it, bitch." Rashmika was surprised by the force and suddenness of her orgasm.

Rashmika paused the video, thinking that two must be enough. But as she sat on her bed, her hand still on her wet clit, Rashmika found that she was not feeling satisfied. "What the hell?" Rashmika said to herself. "What is wrong with me?" But she still had a deep, primal need for release. She played the video more.

 

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The redhead took it up the ass as the man pulled her gorgeous hair hard. He put her back on her knees, where she opened wide and let him set the pace. Rashmika really got going when he pulled out and had her jerk him off onto her face. Rashmika watched the throbbing cock with breathless anticipation. She buried her fingers again into her pussy. She was still soaking wet.

"Please, cover my pretty little face," the redhead said sweetly.

"Your whore face," Rashmika muttered a correction.

"I want it," the redhead said.

"You want to serve," Rashmika muttered.

The man came. He covered the woman's face liberally. With every drop of cum that landed on the pornstar's face, Rashmika came again. It shook her body. She moaned and whimpered. She imagined herself on her knees, taking the cumshot on her own face. She imagined being used like that. Being disgraced like that. Her orgasm was constant and unrelenting. Finally, when the man finished, Rashmika's body felt rest. She sat back, watching the redhead smile up at the camera, her reward on display on her pretty whore face.

Finally, Rashmika was satisfied. She closed the video tab and rested back on the bed. Her heart was racing. Her lungs couldn't get enough air. Her whole body felt worn out.

More than anything, she felt that she was in trouble.

This wasn't her. Rashmika didn't especially enjoy going down on boyfriends, although she did it occasionally when he returned the favor. But she had never imagined that she would get off on something as degrading as a cumshot. What changed?

More frightening, she remembered how turned on she was when Professor Reiker had called her a stupid bitch. Why had she been so turned on? That had been rather bold of him, actually. And Rashmika couldn't get over the idea that he wasn't actually angry. So why would he say something that could risk him his job if he wasn't even angry? He seemed excited. And why had it turned her on so much?

Rashmika wasn't a dumb girl. She was actually pretty smart. But it was that intelligence that was fighting against the conclusion that she kept arriving at. Mind control? Come on. That's cheap science fiction. Surely he couldn't use subliminal messages to make her want to be... fucked? Dominated? Sexually destroyed? Treated like a filthy whore and made to take it any way that he wanted it? Put on her knees like a good little...

Enough! Rashmika shook the thoughts from her head. As ridiculous as the idea of mind control was, there was still the reality that Rashmika was different now than she had been this morning. She was a horny fuckdoll, ready and eager. And it happened after Professor Reiker's "experiment".

More than anything else, Rashmika was afraid of one question: If she had stayed in that room with the professor, what would have happened? She had been horny. She had been vulnerable. She had wanted to obey. How far would she have let the Professor go? Rashmika bit her lip and realized that wasn't the real question. The better, more accurate question was: What sort of kinky shit would he have had her do? She knew that if she had stayed, she would have done it all.

Rashmika was undoubtably horny, almost begging to be used by a man. But Professor Reiker was still repulsive. He was a man, which meant obedience, but...

Wait, obedience? What the hell?

Rashmika got off her bed, closed her laptop, and took a deep breath. She was in trouble. She was in bad trouble and she knew it.

---

The next day, she emailed all her professors as "sick". She was, but not in the traditional sense. Rashmika started the day off with more pornography. Just watching one man get off on a porn star didn't seem to be enough this time, so she watched a few different videos before she worked out her desire to serve and satisfy a man, vicariously fulfilled through the pornstars. She found that if the man insulted the pornstar as he fucked her, Rashmika was more inclined to be satisfied.

Rashmika wrote that as item number one on her notebook: "Insults turn me on." Still dressed in the black lace and resisting the urge to turn back to the porn, Rashmika tried to think. She had been changed and needed to know what that meant. She tried very hard to remember everything from when she had drifted off in Professor Reiker's experiment, but it was like trying to see through a curtain and she couldn't get anything firm. Also, she kept being distracted by the gloriously sexy moment of being called a "stupid bitch". It got hotter the more Rashmika thought about it.

"Lingerie," Rashmika said suddenly. She wrote on the notebook: "I feel compelled to look fuckable." She looked at the last work and frowned. That was new language for her, but she knew it was right. She could say it different ways ("appealing to men"), but that wasn't it. There was a mantra buried in her mind and she knew the word was "fuckable". That also explained Rashmika's urges to go put on makeup and do her hair nice, even though she was not going out today. She needed to look fuckable.

Mentally exhausted from trying to understand herself, Rashmika turned back to the porn. She went more hardcore, finding dungeon bondage videos. She watched three at once and tried to time all three cumshots at the same time. She was mildly successful and the degrading sexual fantasy did help clear her mind somewhat.

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She returned to her notebook.

"I need to serve men," Rashmika wrote. She knew that wasn't all of it, but couldn't quite work out the mantra that had been drilled into her. Was it "submit to"? Maybe "be dominated by"? They were true, but Rashmika couldn't quite put her finger on the perfect wording. She moved on.

"I need to obey men," Rashmika wrote. She wasn't sure if this was different than the previous, but she felt that it as. There was an element of needing to satisfy the capital-H "Him". But there was also the need to obey "Him". They were concurrent, frequently overlapping, but different.

"He made me into a fucking porn star," Rashmika muttered to herself. She was well-qualified to make the statement, too. She had spent a lot of time watching them in the past twelve hours. The thought should have made her angry, but inside her twisted mind she found that it was conflicting with the idea of submission to a man. Shouldn't she submit to those changes?

Rashmika decided she needed to get out. She had spent too much time fucking herself while watching porn. She was mentally exhausted and hungry. She had snacked a little on whatever she had squirreled away, but had been afraid to leave her room. She still was, but now she was also afraid of staying here too long. She felt like whatever Professor Reiker had done to her was settling in to stay. Maybe she had gotten away from him at first because it was still settling, like paint drying on the wall. But with every orgasm and reinforcement from porn, the paint was drying.

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Would she be able to resist a command again? Would she be able to keep her mind if he told her she was a slut? Rashmika could imagine going to pieces at such a scenario and vigorously fulfilling all of Reiker's fantasies. As much as such a thought turned her on, Rashmika couldn't help but think that he was still repulsive. He had changed a lot about her, but he hadn't changed her original, firm opinion of the man. If he had thought to instill positive emotions in regards to him specifically, Rashmika might have already been on her knees in front of him, but he apparently incorrectly assumed it would be easy to claim her once she obeyed all men. If she had stayed in that room for any longer than she had, it might have been true.

 

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Rashmika decided to get some food. It would get her out of the room and maybe occupy her mind with something else. But Rashmika quickly realized she had a problem. She was still wearing the black lingerie and the thought of changing was impossible to consider. She had to look fuckable.

Rashmika tried hard to resist, even picking up a pair of jeans and trying to convince herself to wear them. She told herself that she would still be fuckable underneath. She told herself that she could just wear normal clothes for a while. Still, she could not will herself to look respectable.

Eventually, she settled. She picked out a pair of short shorts that she wore to the beach sometimes. They were a size too small and her ass was clearly shaped beneath them. She added a tiny halter top that she often wore as pajamas. With her ample chest, there was more than one angle that would show more of her than she might otherwise intend. She found a pair of boots with heels that Rashmika could imagine pointing to the ceiling tiles. It was the middle of fall and she was would still have been underdressed for summer, but at least she could leave the apartment. She looked "fuckable", but was wearing slightly more than the lingerie.

When she went to leave, however, Rashmika was faced with the fact that she hadn't done her makeup right. The thought of men seeing her while she didn't look her most fuckable was unacceptable. With a groan of frustration, Rashmika grabbed her makeup bag and mirror and went to work. Of course, after the sharp eyeliner, thick eyeshadow, and red lipstick had been applied, she was left with her undone hair. Rashmika spent more time getting just the right look with an iron, brush, and mirror.

Finally, Rashmika surveyed herself in the mirror. She looked like a cheap call girl. She was embarrassed, but finally knew she looked fuckable enough to risk being see.

Rashmika grabbed her phone and wallet and left the room. She moved quickly, hoping to avoid the gaze of the girls who lived alongside her. As much as she tried, she couldn't avoid being seen by one girl, who met her gaze with very raised eyebrows. Rashmika probably looked like she was on her way to answer a booty call. Rashmika decided it wasn't terribly far from the truth. Thankfully, the girl said nothing and Rashmika hurried to her car.

Rashmika turned on the car and put her phone in the mount on the dashboard. When it connected to the car, the phone lit up. Rashmika saw that she had numerous emails and a couple texts. She groaned. She hadn't so much as looked at the thing since leaving the "experiment" the previous night. Her mind had been otherwise occupied.

Rashmika opened up the emails and immediately realized it was a mistake. There were five emails from Professor Reiker. Apparently, her quick escape last night had made him worried. There were emails from 11PM, 1AM, 2AM, 7AM, and 9AM. The last one was subjected "Open This Email".

Rashmika saw the trap, but her finger was already moving to obey. She wasn't sure she could avoid it if she wanted to. As her finger pressed the email, Rashmika realized that it wasn't "Read This Email". She turned her head as she opened it. With her head turned, she pressed the home button on her phone and the app closed.

She also had two texts from her friend. One was from the previous night and read, "Hey, how was experiment? You get the extra credit?" The second was from just an hour prior: "You missed class. Are you alright?"

Rashmika let out a slow breath, but realized suddenly that any use of her phone was dangerous. Obviously, Professor Reiker could email her or even get her number and text her. But beyond that, Her friend didn't know what effect his words would have as a man. What if he told her to do something? What if he didn't know she would have little choice but to obey? Or even more broadly, what if she opened Facebook and saw someone from High School telling everyone to come buy stuff at their page? If it was a man, would Rashmika be able to resist?

Rashmika turned off the phone rather than risk finding out. She knew even more now that she was in trouble. How was she supposed to function in this world now?

Her stomach rumbled. Rashmika decided to drive. She needed food. She just prayed to God it was a female cashier in the drive through.

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Rashmika got food without incident. She ate it in her car in the parking lot. Afterwards, she did feel better. At least she could get this done. Some part of Rashmika was also happy that she was outside her apartment and in the world. She even looked so (fuckable) cute in this outfit.

If she was going to be compelled to wear slutty clothes, Rashmika was going to quickly wear out her one set of lingerie. She decided that a quick run to a Victoria's secret wouldn't hurt. After all, it was likely to mostly be women inside, so she would be relatively safe from compulsively following men's orders.

Rashmika parked, cautiously avoided men in the parking lot, and found her way into the store. She knew almost immediately that it was a mistake. It was like giving an alcoholic "just a sip". She also knew that this store didn't have what she wanted. After picking out two or three sets of lingerie that Rashmika found sufficiently naughty, she looked online for a nearby store that would push the envelope further. She was careful to avoid her email and texting apps. She found a store twenty miles away.

Rashmika sat in the parking lot of Victoria's Secret, having already spent money in the triple digits on more fuckable lingerie. "You're not really thinking of doing this, are you?" Rashmika said to herself. But she was. She knew her voice was hollow. She knew she wanted more. She had this compulsion to look fuckable. The thought of stopping now had no force in her brain.

She put the directions in. The calm male voice giving her directions was oddly alluring.

---

It was getting dark when Rashmika got back to her room. She had eaten dinner on the drive back, before carrying the multiple bags of sexy things halfway across campus. She closed the door quickly and locked it. Then, she started laying out her treasures.

She had started pretty straightforward. She couldn't pick between the different fishnets (different patterns, different widths between wires... how do you pick just one?) so she had gotten five sets. There were sex heels that Rashmika could imagine wrapping around the back of a man as he thrust into her. There were a few more sets of lingerie, including black and red.

It was the pink that had really fucked her over, however. The store had a dressing room. The image of herself dressed in the soft pink lace had unlocked something in Rashmika's mind for roleplaying. As such, there were three different sexy costumes she had bought. She had gone with the nurse, the school girl, and the cop, figuring these were common enough fantasies that she was most likely to look fuckable for a man. She had gotten the pink lace too, of course.

From there, Rashmika had started on accessories. Handcuffs were a must, of course--both fuzzy and not. Lace chokers had special appeal--she was pretty sure that she had been instructed on this specifically during the experiment. She had also gone further, getting collars and leashes that she could wear.

Rashmika tried not to think about how much money she had just dropped to look fuckable. Her savings account had taken a hit today.

Rashmika down on the bed and looked over the treasures. She was preparing to be somebody's fuckdoll. Maybe everybody's fuckdoll, for all she knew. She knew that there was one person who was most likely to get benefit from all of these frilly, expensive, sexy things. That was Professor Reiker. How long could she avoid him? It would just take one slip up for him to be able to give her an order that she found irresistible. She felt like there was a ticking clock until she was on her knees, dressed as a slutty nurse, gobbling dock his cock. As much as the thought excited her, she also was repulsed by him. She had never felt such a confliction. She wanted to be a slut, a whore, a fuckdoll... but not his. She hated him. More so, now that she knew what he had done to her. But she was 100% confident that she would obey him and actively seek to fulfill every twisted fantasy.

She thought about how quickly he had come in insulting her after the programming had taken place. Insulting her was his fantasy. Degrading her was his fantasy. Now, he had made it her's too. He was so eager to capture her with it and he almost had.

"I'm a bitch, but I'm not stupid," Rashmika said softly. He hadn't changed that part of her. Slut? Yes. Whore? Yes. Fuckdoll? Absolutely. Sex slave? Just waiting for the opportunity to prove it. But stupid? No. She wasn't stupid.

Maybe that meant that she still had hope. Maybe that meant that there was still some way out of this. Could she undo the programming? Maybe she could put together some solution herself. How had the projector worked? She remembered a swirl. Was it hypnosis? Some form of it? She strained to remember, but it was still a haze. Then her eyes landed on the lingerie on the floor and her hope fell. She couldn't even stop herself from buying lingerie to please a theoretical man who wanted to fuck her. How could she hope to fight off this?

To make matters worse, it had been hours since her last orgasm--since the last time she had vicariously pleasured a man through a big-titted slut on the internet.

Feeling defeated, Rashmika stripped off her skimpy clothes. She picked the pink lingerie--she liked the implied contrast of innocence and naughtiness. She donned fishnets, heels, and selected a thick leather collar for her neck. She looked in the mirror at herself. She had to admit, she was mighty fuckable.

Rashmika turned to the computer. At that moment, there was a knock on the door. Rashmika's heart dropped. Had Professor Reiker come for her? He could find out where she lived, but did he dare enter the woman's dorm? Men could come and go pretty freely before a certain hour--and with a tad more secrecy after that hour--but Rashmika hadn't even considered that he would dare breach the dorm. That was a big risk for him, wasn't it? Rashmika kicked herself. This was the mistake that would cost her the last bit of freedom. She hadn't relocated. She had been predictable.

"Rashmika, it's Me (Her friend)," a voice called out. "Are you there?"

"it's you?" Rashmika said, her surprise and relief eliciting the reaction before she could think.

"Yeah," He said. "Come on, let me in."

 

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Rashmika began moving toward the door instantly. It was important to obey men, she knew. She realized when her hand hit the door handle that this was the impulsiveness that Reiker had given her. She was following a man's order. Rashmika hesitated, fighting the urge to open the door and obey the man. Then, Rashmika remembered that it wasn't Reiker. She was concerned with fighting against Reiker. This was her friend. She didn't have to fight that command.

Rashmika smiled, relieved. She opened the door.

Her friends's instinctive drop of the eyes down to her pink lingerie with black accessories reminded Rashmika that she was less-dressed than her would be expecting.

"Woah," Joey said, his eyes bulging.

"Get in here," Rashmika said, grabbing Joey's arm and pulling him inside. She did a quick glance down the hall before closing the door. She thought she saw a girl smirking from the stairwell. Embarrassment filled Rashmika.

Rashmika turned to Joey, who was doing his very best to look her in the face, but was frequently failing.

"Are you waiting for someone?" Joey said. "I didn't know... I'm sorry... I shouldn't..." He turned away from her, forcing his eyes to the rest of the room. What he saw wasn't much better. Rashmika had left the kinky lingerie and costumes strewn about.

"What the... oh wow," Joey said. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize that this was what you were doing. I didn't realize you were seeing anyone, actually. I should leave you alone."

"Joey, please stop talking," Rashmika said. "Before you say something stupid."

"Sorry, I just..."

"Joey, listen to me!" Rashmika said. "Please!"

Joey's mouth snapped closed. His eyes found the ceiling tiles, which were apparently very interesting.

"Joey, you can look at me," Rashmika said. "You might as well, really."

"Are you sure?" Joey said softly, hesitant to speak.

"Yeah," Rashmika said. "You ogling me is the least of my problems right now."

Joey's eyes descended, landing on Rashmika's face. They dropped quickly, then bounced back up. They repeated this process frequently. This lace was one of the ones without the nude backing, meaning she was very much on display.

"I'm in trouble, Joey," Rashmika said. "And I don't think anyone will believe me."

This appeared to reach Joey, who stopped being as concerned about trying to not look at her tits. He furrowed his brow and looked Rashmika in the eye.

"What's going on? Is someone... I don't know... blackmailing you?"

"No," Rashmika said. "Well, almost. Not exactly."

"Tell me," Joey said. "Maybe I can help." Again, he had given a command. Rashmika was talking instantly.

"Professor Reiker programmed me to be a kinky sex slave and now I have to obey men," Rashmika said.

Joey blinked. "What?"

Rashmika sighed. "I have to obey men. It's... compulsive. I barely think. That's why I opened the door. And why I told you that."

"Professor Reiker? The bird?"

"Maybe you should sit down," Rashmika said. "I'll tell you everything." Joey sat at Rashmika's desk. Rashmika sat down on her bed, pushing aside the laptop that she had been about to use to get herself off. Joey again was trying not to look at Rashmika's body. Rashmika admired his willpower, actually.

"You can look at me," Rashmika said softly. "I don't mind." In her mind, she added, 'I kinda like it, actually'. She was on display. A man was seeing her. Even as she started telling him the story, she was aware that every glance at her tits flooded Rashmika with feelings of excitement.

---

"I tried to not buy it all, but I had to," Rashmika said. Joey had been rather quiet as Rashmika had told the story. "Look around. You can see it all. I just was so obsessed with looking fuckable that... I couldn't help myself. I came back here and was about to do the porn thing again when you knocked."

Rashmika opened her hands to him, as if to say, 'Your turn'.

"It's crazy," Joey said softly.

"I'm telling you the truth, I promise. Why else..."

"No, no, I believe you. I do. It's just... it's crazy."

"You believe me?" Rashmika said.

"Well, yeah, I do," Joey nodded. "I might have a harder time of it if you hadn't been wearing... well... if I didn't have the same evidence. But you're not someone who I know to make up stories or anything. And you've never been voyeuristic, at least in my experience. This would all be different if I didn't know you so well, but I... I don't see a less crazy reason for what I'm seeing right now."

Rashmika let out a deep sigh. She had been certain that nobody would believe her if she had told them. She probably wouldn't have told Joey at all, except that he commanded her to.

"So what do I do?" Rashmika asked. "Reiker has sent me a bunch of emails. I know he's trying to command me. It's only a matter of time before he catches me somewhere. I can't hide from him in a vault."

"Can I see the emails?" Joey said.

Rashmika nodded. She took out her phone and handed it to Joey. Joey scrolled through the emails, bit his lip, and nodded.

"He believes it worked, at least," Joey said. "And he's trying to get you to speak with him in person." He hesitated. "He implied in the last one that he might have to fail you if you don't respond."

Rashmika sighed again. "Why me? Why did he do this to me?"

"Well... I think that one's kind of obvious," Joey said, still scrolling through the emails.

"What do you mean?"

"Well I mean, look at you," Joey said. He handed the phone back to Rashmika. "You're... well... ummm... you're really..." He trailed off, trying to find an ending to the sentence.

"You think I'm attractive?" Rashmika said.

"Well I'm under duress while you're dressed like that," Joey said with his witty smile. "I can't be held accountable."

"Do you think I'm sexy?" Rashmika asked, dropping her voice slightly. A seed of an idea was planted in Rashmika's brain. Joey's eyes fell down onto her tits again, then he looked away entirely.

"I shouldn't... I don't exactly trust anything right now," Joey said, almost apologetically.

"You are a good friend, Joey," Rashmika said. The idea had taken root in her mind and was growing rapidly. "You came here to check on me. You worked for four hours on that paper with me. You're a good friend. A good guy." She grinned. "You're a really good guy."

Joey was uncomfortable. He must have seen what was coming.

"You deserve a sex slave," Rashmika said. "You're the one I want to have me."

"Nobody should have you," Joey said.

"Well somebody is going to," Rashmika said. "Reiker did his work to me. I don't know how. I don't know what he did. But it's done. And some guy out there is going to figure out that he can tell me to do anything and I'll do it. I might as well choose my own master." Rashmika stood, displaying herself. She was glad that she happened to look so fuckable. "I choose you."

"Rashmika, you're not yourself," Joey said.

"And if you want to blame Reiker for fucking around with my desires, great. You are innocent of all of that. And yes, I want to be fucked. I was to be used. To be dominated. Sexually destroyed. Tied up, slapped, with a cock shoved down my whore throat so far that..."

"Rashmika!" Joey said, and Rashmika snapped out of her fantasy and back to attention.

"But you didn't make me this way. It's the same as if you happened to meet a girl who liked to do kinky shit." She stepped closer to him, noting that his hands were covering the bulge in his pants. "Well you met me. And I want to be your sex slave."

"We're friends," Joey said.

"And we can continue to be," Rashmika said, "but after we play MarioKart or watch a movie or do homework, I'll happily fulfill your twisted fantasies." Rashmika reached up, running a hand through Joey's hair. His face was leveled at Rashmika's chest. She was glad he was enjoying the view. "Tell me those fantasies, Joey," she said in a hushed voice. "Tell me all the fucked up shit you want to do. Because I want to do that too."

"How do we know this will save you from Reiker?" Joey asked.

"I have to obey," Rashmika said. "But what about conflicting orders? What if you tell me not to obey him?"

"What if you take the last orders given? What if his words contradict mine?"

"Let's test it," Rashmika said. She stepped back, postponing her seduction of her friend. "Order me to read one of Reiker's emails, but not to obey it. If I can do that, then you can prevent me from following other orders. If I start to obey Reiker, then you can command me again and override it. We'll know, but I'll be safe."

"Ok," Joey said, nodding thoughtfully. "That's a good idea."

"He made me a whore," Rashmika observed, "but not a stupid one."

"Read Reiker's last email, but do not obey him," Joey commanded, adjusting his pants as he did so.

Rashmika began moving instantly. She didn't fight the order that lived in her head. She opened her phone, opened her email app, and opened Reiker's last email. Within it, he gave her several commands, such as "Call this number right away" and "Email me back right now. Do not delay." He also was liberal with the use of "stupid bitch" throughout. Joey watched her, ready to intervene with a fresh command if she started to obey.

Rashmika finished reading, set the phone down, and stepped away.

"Did you feel anything?" Joey asked. "Compulsion to obey?"

"Yes," Rashmika nodded, "but not his command. Your's. Just your order." She smiled. "You can command me to be free of him."

"Absolutely," Joey nodded. "Hell, I can undo it all then. I can command you to not want to be a sex slave! I can..."

"Noooo," Rashmika said, her voice more of a moan than a word. "Don't do that. Please."

Joey looked confused. "What? I can free you."

"I... I don't want that," Rashmika said.

"You don't want what?" Joey said.

"I don't want to go back," Rashmika said softly. "I want to be a whore." She turned her body more to him, inviting his gaze. "I want to be your whore."

"I don't think that's you, Rashmika," Joey said.

 

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"It's me," Rashmika said. "It's me that didn't want to be Reiker's whore, right? That makes sense. It's me that hated him. It's me that knows fully what he did to me. But... as much as I detest him... I don't want to give this up." She bit her lips and added, "This is fun. I am having... I am having a lot of fun." Joey's eyes were freely exploring her. It felt good to be on display.

"Why?" Joey said.

"Because the orgasms I've felt... the satisfaction I've felt... frankly, the carefree fun that sex is in my mind right now... I... I like it." She grinned. "It's kinky. It's fun. It's fulfilling. It scratches an itch in me." Her voice was taking on that seductive, low quality. "Don't you have any secret things like that, Joey? Don't you have those secret desires that just scratch an itch? That satisfy you?"

Joey licked his lips and looked away. Rashmika approached again and his eyes locked back onto her--but not her face.

"So what do you want, Rashmika?" Joey asked. He paused, lifting a finger to stop her from talking, and added, "Tell me the truth."

"I want you to command me to be free of the commands of all other men," Rashmika said, speaking instantly and automatically the truth in her soul. "Then I want you to call me a whore, a bitch, a good-for-sucking slut. I want you to man-handle me. I want you to slap me. Then I want you to stuff every hole I have in the order that most fully satisfies you. After you've had your fun with me, I want you to jerk off onto my face, call me 'a good little fuckdoll' and tell me to rub myself off." She smiled and added, "Then I want to go out and grab some ice cream at that little creamery down the street, because that sounds really good right now."

Joey was looking down at her body, perhaps believing for the first time that she really wanted this. "Keep going," he ordered.

"As we eat ice cream, maybe you could tell me your fantasies, so I know how best to please you. You could tell me which of these lace outfits you like best or which ones I should pick up to make you happy. Maybe after ice cream you'd be in the mood to come back and use me again. I'm hoping that you'll keep fucking me for as long as you want. All night if you want. And more tomorrow. And..."

Joey lifted a finger, stopping her. He stood and walked to her. His eyes perused her body.

"I command you..." he said softly, "...to reach inside your mind and find the you before all this. I command you to tell me the truth from her perspective. Is this really what you would have wanted?"

Rashmika paused, blinking. She tried to obey, she really did. She tried to find the her of 24 hours prior inside her brain. Her brow furrowed as she thought as hard as she could. Nothing came.

"Truthfully, I don't think she would have thought that sounded like fun," Rashmika said truthfully, "but she's not here anymore. I truthfully don't think you could even command her back. I think that whatever changes were made to me are here to stay. But who I am right now is still your friend and still the person you knew. It's just with some extra stuff there." She smiled.

Joey considered this for a moment, nodded, and said, "And you right now? What do think?"

"I'm wondering why I'm still standing and not on my knees," Rashmika said truthfully. "You've been a great friend, Joey. And I don't think there's anyone else who deserves a sex slave half as much. And I want to be that."

Joey nodded again, thinking. Finally, he shrugged and said, "Might as well make the most out of the situation, then."

He reached up and wrapped a hand around her throat. It was not a gentle one. "You're a filthy fucking whore, Rashmika." Rashmika moaned in pleasure as the words washed over her. "But you're my filthy fucking whore. Get to work." He pushed her downward. Rashmika hit her knees with a happy little giggle. She unbuckled Joey's pants, slid them and his underwear down around his ankles, and found that he was already very hard.

She took her time. A firm, exploring hand worked its way up and down his shaft as her tongue and lips explored his balls. She kissed her way up to the top of his cock, then swirled a tongue around the head. After a few minutes, Joey's knees began to shake. He backed up, sitting down on the bed. Rashmika followed, climbing onto the bed. When he settled, she went to work again, her body displayed from the side. She started with slow, deep-sucking plunges onto his dick while she fondled his balls. As he moaned in delight, she picked up the pace, creating a rhythm. Joey's hands freely explored her body as she sucked him, squeezing her tits and slapping her ass. Rashmika could not begin to explain the pleasure that rocked her pussy with every slap of her ass.

"Good little slut," Joey muttered. "Now take it all the way."

Rashmika obeyed the order, taking his cock as deeply as she could. She ignored the urge to gag, thrusting him into her throat. Her painted lips were pressed up against his belly and balls. He put a hand in her hair, pushing her down just slightly, then took grip of her hair and pulled her off. Rashmika gasped for air.

"Are you okay?" Joey asked, his hungry, lustful demeaner failing for a moment. "Tell the truth."

"I'm having more fun than I can ever remember having," Rashmika grinned at him. "I want more."

"Good," Joey grinned. His lust returned. "Then you do the work and ride me, bitch."

"Yes, sir," Rashmika said. Her pink panties were gone after a moment. She descended down onto him, impaling herself as she went. Like with the blowjob, she developed a rhythm quickly. Joey sat back, enjoying the view and the sensation. Every now and then, he would reach up and slap a tit. As she rode, he began slapping her harder.

"Is this what you want?" he said. "To be treated like a whore?"

"I do want to be treated like a whore," Rashmika said. "I want you to slap me harder."

Joey slapped her tits. They both relished the sound of the hard smack.

"More," Rashmika begged.

Joey slapped her tit again.

"More!" Rashmika begged again. "My face!"

Joey slapped her face--hard. That was when Rashmika had her first orgasm. As she squealed and gyrated, still riding his cock, Joey continued to slap her tits. He apparently had a fondness for this action and Rashmika was happy to please him.

He elected to not fuck her ass just yet. He told her that he wanted her to finish him with her tits. Happy to fulfill his fantasies, Rashmika pulled her pussy off his dick and he sat up on the bed, hanging his legs off the side. She knelt down in front of him, then bent down and wrapped her tits around his cock. She bobbed and bounced. It didn't take long. He erupted, hot cum spewing upward. Some of it made it to her chin, but most of it covered her chest. Joey apparently preferred this. With every spurt of cum, Rashmika had another wave of orgasm.

When Joey was finished, Rashmika smiled up at him, remembering the lesson from the porn stars.

Joey sat back on her bed, smiling at her. "That was awesome."

"I'm very glad you liked it, sir," Rashmika said.

"You're a good little fuckdoll," Joey said. "Go ahead and rub one off."