D Story 07 (Patreon)

“She’s already analysed your biochemical make-up”  Alice explains, coming to rest on her heels as she crouches beside the two of you making out, “Already producing just the right cocktails of pheromones and stimulants to make everything else fade away.” You barely pay attention, fire flooding your bloodstream as you pull Raven into you, all sense of preservation forgone as you mash your lips against hers.  You barely even pay attention as the nano-tendrils extrude from under nails to bury themselves into the side of your skull, the tendrils almost invisibly thin under the power lighting.

Pleasure blossoms, your mind blanking out as they make the hard connection with your brain and burrow deep inside of it.

The kiss breaks, leaving you looking into those familiar green eyes that you knew oh-so-well, as she rummages through your mind.  Installing the rudimentary cerebral network designed to surpass your free will and turn you into Alice’s sweet, docile thing.

“And how you feel about being my doll, now?”  Alice purrs, whispering into your ear.

“I-I-I…”   You whimper, eyes rolling upwards as your brain short circuits with the fantasy of you being controlled and obedient, wrapped in latex for Alice…  For Mistress.

“I, obey,”  You grunt, the pleasure pulse obliterating any lingering resistance as the tendrils retract back into Raven’s fingertips and leave their gift behind.

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