‘You’re going to obey me, toy, aren’t you?’ Garnet said. ‘Say yes.’
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Vanessa’s Fall: Chapter 3
[Vanessa’s Fall contains heavy non-consent, male domination, female submission and enslavement, breeding and lactation themes and mind control. All characters are over 18. Read Chapter 1 here]
I saw the smile of satisfaction on Garnet’s face when she saw my eyes responding to whatever she had injected into me.
‘You’re going to obey me, toy, aren’t you?’ she said. ‘Say yes.’
‘Yes,’ I said, feeling as though I’d bitten into something sour.
I felt different — like I had tunnel vision or something. I wasn’t being deliberately compliant. The last thing I wanted right then was to obey her. But the medicine they had injected me with was impacting my nervous system. It didn’t hurt but I could feel it almost re-wiring me, making me focus on Garnet and her voice.
I realised that I didn’t have any choice. My brain flickered at something in hearing her voice, and I had to respond. She told me to say ‘yes’ and I obeyed.
‘Good toy,’ Garnet murmured, stroking her fingers down the side of my face. I flinched at the intimate touch. I couldn’t move away, of course, due to the sedative. ‘I’m glad you’re pretty. I’d use you even if you weren’t, but you’ll give Boulder a lot more fun this way. And the other men.’
‘What are you doing to me? What other men?’ I asked, flushing with humiliation at having to ask the questions.
I was deliberately ignoring the thought of Boulder — or any other men — using me sexually. That was too horrible a thought to contemplate, and I cursed all over again that I had come so unprepared into Mr Barrow’s office. I always work alone so I hadn’t even told anyone where I was going.
‘You’re going to work for me, love,’ Garnet said. ‘You’ve got a critical skill set that I need.’
‘You could have just paid me,’ I said, knowing that it was a silly thing to say.
Garnet and Boulder almost certainly wanted me to do something illegal, and I never did illegal things. I mean, I might sneak around some rules, sometimes, but I always stayed away from the more hardcore cases. Plus people who want you to do illegal things also like to have extra control over you, and if everything goes wrong, they like to come back and blame you for it.
Garnet stroked down my throat, her fingers cool and soft, and I shivered in sudden sexual need. She smiled as she saw my reaction, and I flushed in embarrassment.
‘The treatments make you horny,’ she said, her voice dulcet sweet. ‘Sex won’t be your primary role, of course. At least not at first. But I don’t think you’ll mind letting the men use you every so often. Eventually. When you get desperate.’
‘I don’t mind if she’s unwilling,’ said Boulder, leering at me from behind Garnet.
The big man would have seemed almost comical if I had been able to move. He was such a copybook villain. Garnet ignored him, and it was easy enough for me to ignore him as well, as she started to unbutton my shirt. She had pulled an office chair over and now she sat in front of me, spreading my shirt wide open, exposing my lacy bra.
‘My, my,’ she said, smiling. ‘What lovely big boobies you have. Shall we get them out, for Boulder to look at while we talk? Say, ‘yes Ma’am’.’
‘Yes, Ma’am,’ I said through gritted teeth, trying desperately not to obey her — and failing. Once again, she had given me an order, and my brain told me that I had to obey. What the hell was in that stuff she had injected me with?
Garnet’s fingers were cool and almost pleasant as she pulled my bra straps down off my shoulders, skittering across the swell of my breasts as she pulled the large globes clear of the bra as if she owned them.
‘Such lovely titties,’ she said again, the fingertips of each hand resting underneath each boob, her thumbs moving teasingly across my erect nipples. I glared at her with furious anger but she ignored me of course. ‘And such keen nipples. Anyone would think you were glad to be touched. Or are you a slut? Do you take any man who wants you?’
I flushed at Garnet’s words, feeling uncomfortable arousal rising in my groin at her touching me like this. My body was enjoying her touch way too much.
I wanted to protest that I wasn’t a slut but I was feeling too suddenly horny to say anything of the kind.
‘From now on,’ Garnet said, smiling softly at me while she continued to stroke my nipples and I shivered at the arousal growing in my pussy. ‘You will obey me. You will call me ‘Ma’am’. You will obey Boulder as if he was me. I’ll reapply this treatment as long as I need to. Do you understand?’
‘Not really, Ma’am,’ I said honestly, hating how that respectful, submissive word ‘ma’am’ slipped out of my lips. ‘What… what have you done to me?’
‘You don’t need to know,’ Garnet smiled at me, squeezing my breasts gently between her fingers. ‘The sedative should be wearing off about now. But you’re not going to move or do anything unless I tell you that you can.’
She pinched each nipple lightly between finger and thumb, and I trembled. I felt so hot and needy between my legs, I didn’t know what she had done to me, but I really wanted sex right now. Garnet smiled again, a confident, successful smile, and I glimpsed an ecstatic joy in her face.
Whatever she was doing to me was really important to her.
‘Spread your legs, toy,’ she said and, flushing, I obeyed, letting my legs clad in loose jeans open wide on the lounge. ‘Good girl,’ she murmured, still teasing my breasts.
I flushed at the thought that she could tell how horny I was right now. I hated her touching me. I hated the thought of Boulder fucking me, but my whole body was hot and aroused. I wanted sex so badly, I thought I was going to die.
Garnet spoke over her shoulder at Boulder.
‘Tell that Barrow fellow that he’s to leave and lock the office after him. You’re going to get your chance to road test this horny little slut earlier than I said.’
Vanessa’s Fall: Chapter 4
Garnet spoke over her shoulder at Boulder.
‘Tell that Barrow fellow that he’s to leave and lock the office after him. You’re going to get your chance to road test this horny little slut earlier than I said.’
‘N-no,’ I said, trying to make my voice sound firm and resolute, but it came out scratchy and stammering, my voice breaking halfway through. ‘I don’t want to have sex with him. You can’t make me.’
‘Oh yes, you are,’ Garnet said, licking her lips. ‘Don’t worry,’ she smiled at me, still teasing my nipples so that my breath came in short, fast pants. ‘I’ll tell him to make it good for you. Though I reckon you’re horny enough right now to enjoy just about anything. Aren’t you, darling? Answer honestly.’
‘Yes Ma’am,’ I said, flushing at being forced to obey her. ‘Please let me go. Please. Please don’t do this.’
‘Not a chance,’ said Garnet. ‘I haven’t found anything as wonderful as you in ages. You’re going to be the secret weapon in my arsenal. And you’ll have to obey every command I give you.’
She let go of my breasts with a little flick of her fingernails so that I gasped with shock at the arousal running through me. Gods, I wanted to fuck, and it had come on me fast. Garnet stood, stepping away from me, and I moaned in a mixture of fear and desperate arousal as Boulder stepped forward.
He was a big man, built like a rugby player or a boxer, tall and wide, with solid arms and legs. His eyes ran over me and I could almost see him licking his lips in pleasure at the thought of fucking me.
‘Heh,’ he said, his eyes on my breasts. I felt as though I had a target painted on me. ‘It’s taken her strongly. I said it would work when I saw her medical history. You’re going to please me, sweetheart,’ he said, this time to me. ‘Say ‘yes’.’
‘Yes,’ I said, unable to not comply. ‘What have you done to me?’
I struggled to move but I couldn’t make my limbs listen to me.
‘We’ve turned you into a toy,’ said Boulder. He nodded his head at Garnet. ‘Her clockwork toy.’ He smiled lasciviously. ‘Get down on your knees, darling, and walk across to me like that. I can see that look in your eyes that says you want me, so I’m betting you’re going to be pretty sweet to fuck.’
He sniggered, his mouth wide with enjoyment.
‘You’re going to get me hard, and then we’ll see how wet you are. Won’t we, toy?’
‘Yes,’ I said, feeling faint.
I slid off the couch down onto my knees, the ground feeling cold and hard beneath me. I had no choice as I walked across to Boulder on my knees, until I was directly in front of him. His hand landed on my head and he was still grinning down at me.
‘Get me hard, sweetheart,’ he repeated. ‘I’m going to bang you so hard you scream.’
I obeyed, opening my lips and letting Boulder feed his stiffening shaft inside my mouth.
I was surprised at how much I enjoyed the feeling and taste of Boulder’s stiffening cock inside my mouth. I did usually enjoy giving head but also I had never met Boulder before and he was an uncouth, horrible man who had said he wanted to have sex with me against my will.
But he tasted like sex — rich and strong — and I was so aroused that, really, I just wanted to fuck. And his erection was thick and long, and satisfyingly hard. I knew that unless I broke free from their mind control, soon he would push this thick hardness that was currently in my mouth into my vagina.
I struggled to process how desperately, needily I wanted that.
Boulder was big and stiff and he would stretch me, force me to feel all of him, and right now, my cunt felt like an empty hole, desperate to be filled.
‘She’s a needy one,’ the big man said, sounding amused as I fucked my face against his groin.
I was enjoying the feeling of my lips against his silken skin and the slippery warmth of his tip across the top of my mouth. I was desperate for the sensation of being penetrated.
‘It’s the treatments,’ said Garnet from somewhere behind me. ‘I hoped she’d be good when Dr Andrews showed me her medical profile. Cured as a child of Passels Syndrome! It runs in families so I’ll ask Frances to check out her family tree.’
No, I thought, thinking suddenly of my sisters. My big sister Rochelle lived up north. I had cut ties with her long ago because she was cruel and selfish, only thinking about herself — but still, she didn’t deserve this.
And my younger sister, Layla, innocent and clever and pretty. After our parents died, I had done many unpleasant things to keep Layla safe and to get her through school. She was grown up now and living just down the road in the nearby city. No matter what happened to me, I wasn’t going to let her fall into the hands of thugs like Garnet and Boulder.
I didn’t know what Garnet meant by Passels Syndrome. All three of us, Rochelle, Layla and I, had all had the obscure neurological disorder as children, but it had never been serious and we had all outgrown it.
But I couldn’t do anything about it, because Boulder had grabbed me by my hair to pull me off his cock and was walking me back across the room on my knees to the couch. Our destination and purpose was clear, and, as I looked at the couch, I had a brief moment of sanity, despite the desperate arousal flooding through my body.
‘No!’ I gasped. ‘Please… Please don’t.’
‘Heh,’ said Boulder simply, using his strength to pull me physically up onto the ancient lounge, its worn cushions stained with unknown history. ‘Get your jeans off, girl. And your panties.’
I scrambled to obey, still unable to understand why I couldn’t disobey him or Garnet. My jeans were loose and worn, and soon I was kicking both them and my panties aside, as Boulder stood in front of me, stroking his erection.
‘You’re going to be good to me, darling,’ he said, as if stating a truth, and I flushed as I felt the warm arousal right through me.
I was going to be good to him. He was horrible and still I was going to give him the best fuck of his life.
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