She woke up with a scattered memory and a hot, naughty new personality. Now if she can just hold on to it long enough to keep from being turned into a mindless sex puppet!
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Increasingly horny, increasingly desperate, and acutely aware that her next orgasmic release will spell the end of her free will, Jess searches for answers while struggling against the unending call of sensual oblivion.
What will she find? And what will she do when her best friend shows up, only to become the prime target of her newfound lust?
This story is Part 2 of the Rewired for Pleasure series, and ongoing erotic tale of mind control and corruption.
This delightfully naughty tale of mind control involves scenes of masturbation, lesbian sex, and mental corruption through mind control.
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Rewired For Pleasure Part 2
"MMMMM...." A GENTLE moan passed Jessica's lips as she slowly returned to the waking world. Everything was a strange blur, and her thoughts were an utter jumble.
She wiped the sleep from her eyes and, looking around, saw that she was laying naked upon the bed, her hand resting on her stomach. Her room was a mess. Blankets in a heap on the floor, sheets forming a strange half-shroud between the floor, her bed, and the nightstand, and her clothes scattered about as if by a localized tornado. She rubbed her eyes against the light shining into her room from the window, absently wishing the fuzziness would leave her head.
She scanned the room, looking for her phone or computer. She yanked up her blanket and pushed aside her scattered schoolbooks, found nothing. When she grabbed her sheets and gave them a pull, and with an unhappy clatter, her laptop came tumbling to the floor.
Frowning, Jessica reclaimed the laptop and placed it back on her bed. She opened it and pressed the power button. Nothing happened. A small red light blinked an odd pattern, but that was it. A strange feeling was growing in the pit of her stomach, but she couldn't pin the source to anything. What had happened last night? Everything felt like a blur, like a dream just on the edge of remembering. Had she gotten drunk for the first time in her life and then up and forgot about it? That would have been a trick.
"So weird," she said absently. Then an uncomfortable thought entered her mind. If she didn’t get drunk, what did she do? She glanced uncertainly in the mirror, recognizing with a start that she was naked. Her hair was a tousled mess—more so than normal—and she looked like she had been... active.
"Huh," she whispered, feeling strangely disconnected from herself. She glanced around the room again, this time searching for signs of another person: spare clothes, another phone, or, by some astronomically unlikely chance, a condom wrapper. She found nothing.
Finally, she stopped. She took a breath and reached down between her legs. She braced for the uncomfortable feeling that always came when touching that part of her.
She gasped as the sensation of her fingers moving along her soft labia was not the one she expected. It tickled slightly, but in a good way. An inviting way. And when her finger slipped deeper into herself and found wetness and heat, the tickle turned into something altogether different. Something intense. Something liquid.
Jessica moaned softly as the pleasure rose through her body. She could feel the wetness building alongside her rising heart rate. Her hips pushed forward, her sex tingling as she pushed deeper in.
"Fuuck," she whimpered, her own confusion mixing with the strange new pleasure rising from her loins. She had never been so wet down there before. Her finger had never slid in so easily. It had never felt so good. Had never felt good at all, before.
Her body shuddering, Jessica forced herself to stop. She removed her hand, leaving a yearning ache between her legs. She bit her lip as she tried to push down the frustration.
"Well..." she said, still feeling wholly disoriented. "No sex, then... At least not there..."
But then what had happened?
Part of Jessica expected to hear a voice, but she was at a loss as to explain why. She stood there, her mind churning as she stared at her slick, glistening fingers. Staring at them, she felt a fluttering in her belly, a strange trembling that ran through her before dissipating.
Then, her eyes refocusing past her hand, she saw her phone. It had slipped in the crack between her bed and nightstand. She kneeled down and snatched it up, eager to search it for answers. But just like her laptop, her phone failed to turn on. Or rather, it seemed to be powered on, plugged in even, but the screen wouldn’t wake. Not even a hard reset, accomplished with an awkward pressing of several buttons, brought the phone back to life.
After several minutes of trying, Jessica finally gave up. She stared at her phone despondently, its screen as blank as her memories from the last night. She pressed the heel of her hand against her forehead, confused and more than a little annoyed. Worse, there was something else strange that she couldn’t put her finger on. She felt weird, and she didn’t know why.
"I really need some answers," she said to herself. "Someone has to know what the hell's going on."
PART TWO
"MMMMM...." A GENTLE moan passed Jessica's lips as she slowly returned to the waking world. Everything was a strange blur, and her thoughts were an utter jumble.
She wiped the sleep from her eyes and, looking around, saw that she was laying naked upon the bed, her hand resting on her stomach. Her room was a mess. Blankets in a heap on the floor, sheets forming a strange half-shroud between the floor, her bed, and the nightstand, and her clothes scattered about as if by a localized tornado. She rubbed her eyes against the light shining into her room from the window, absently wishing the fuzziness would leave her head.
She scanned the room, looking for her phone or computer. She yanked up her blanket and pushed aside her scattered schoolbooks, found nothing. When she grabbed her sheets and gave them a pull, and with an unhappy clatter, her laptop came tumbling to the floor.
Frowning, Jessica reclaimed the laptop and placed it back on her bed. She opened it and pressed the power button. Nothing happened. A small red light blinked an odd pattern, but that was it. A strange feeling was growing in the pit of her stomach, but she couldn't pin the source to anything. What had happened last night? Everything felt like a blur, like a dream just on the edge of remembering. Had she gotten drunk for the first time in her life and then up and forgot about it? That would have been a trick.
"So weird," she said absently. Then an uncomfortable thought entered her mind. If she didn’t get drunk, what did she do? She glanced uncertainly in the mirror, recognizing with a start that she was naked. Her hair was a tousled mess—more so than normal—and she looked like she had been... active.
"Huh," she whispered, feeling strangely disconnected from herself. She glanced around the room again, this time searching for signs of another person: spare clothes, another phone, or, by some astronomically unlikely chance, a condom wrapper. She found nothing.
Finally, she stopped. She took a breath and reached down between her legs. She braced for the uncomfortable feeling that always came when touching that part of her.
She gasped as the sensation of her fingers moving along her soft labia was not the one she expected. It tickled slightly, but in a good way. An inviting way. And when her finger slipped deeper into herself and found wetness and heat, the tickle turned into something altogether different. Something intense. Something liquid.
Jessica moaned softly as the pleasure rose through her body. She could feel the wetness building alongside her rising heart rate. Her hips pushed forward, her sex tingling as she pushed deeper in.
"Fuuck," she whimpered, her own confusion mixing with the strange new pleasure rising from her loins. She had never been so wet down there before. Her finger had never slid in so easily. It had never felt so good. Had never felt good at all, before.
Her body shuddering, Jessica forced herself to stop. She removed her hand, leaving a yearning ache between her legs. She bit her lip as she tried to push down the frustration.
"Well..." she said, still feeling wholly disoriented. "No sex, then... At least not there..."
But then what had happened?
Part of Jessica expected to hear a voice, but she was at a loss as to explain why. She stood there, her mind churning as she stared at her slick, glistening fingers. Staring at them, she felt a fluttering in her belly, a strange trembling that ran through her before dissipating.
Then, her eyes refocusing past her hand, she saw her phone. It had slipped in the crack between her bed and nightstand. She kneeled down and snatched it up, eager to search it for answers. But just like her laptop, her phone failed to turn on. Or rather, it seemed to be powered on, plugged in even, but the screen wouldn’t wake. Not even a hard reset, accomplished with an awkward pressing of several buttons, brought the phone back to life.
After several minutes of trying, Jessica finally gave up. She stared at her phone despondently, its screen as blank as her memories from the last night. She pressed the heel of her hand against her forehead, confused and more than a little annoyed. Worse, there was something else strange that she couldn’t put her finger on. She felt weird, and she didn’t know why.
"I really need some answers," she said to herself. "Someone has to know what the hell's going on."
It occurred to her that the people she knew for certain who were in the house were her parents. The realization actually made her feel better. Easy enough, she'd go downstairs and ask if they’d what went down last night. They’d know if someone came by, at least. And even if not, they always came to say goodnight before bed. They surely would have seen something.
Then Jessica’s eyes hovered back to the jumbled mess of a bed and arched her brows. If that was indeed the case, the conversation might be more than a little awkward.
She laughed at the thought, a sudden, unexpected thing that caught in her throat as her thought processes caught up to her.
Jessica stood there in her room, dumbfounded. Her parents walking in on her naked, maybe having sex, maybe who knows what else... the thought of that was funny? She felt fairly certain that wasn't the response she would normally have. Thinking it through, she was pretty sure the normal "Jessica" thing to do in response to the thought of, in an absolute best-case scenario, her parents walking in on her masturbating involved her curling up into a mortified ball on the floor.
But standing there now, the shame and embarrassment she expected to feel was totally absent. There wasn't even a shadow of it in her mind. She pictured the surprised looks on their faces and the only thing she felt was mild amusement.
"Huh," she mused. "That's… new."
Jessica wasn't sure how to process this. Deep down, she knew something was wrong. She didn’t know what, and she didn’t know how, but something it was. The more she thought about it, the more she realized were different. It was small things, mostly. The way a thought would hit her. The feeling that a random memory would conjure up. They were fleeting things, but they added up.
Jessica glanced down, looking past the valley between her breasts to her smooth midsection. It hit her then that she had been walking around her room naked for the past half-hour without giving it a second thought. That wasn’t just strange for her, it was unprecedented. Previously, she would have showered in a bathing suit, were she able. Before, her own nudity discomforted her. Embarrassed her. Reflecting on those feelings now, she wanted to laugh.
A last, final thought hit her, making her pulse rise at the thought of it. Her hand ran down the smooth flesh of her hip. Nothing had left her nervous or worried since she had awoken... but this came close.
Taking a breath, she turned and walked to the mirror. She closed her eyes as she faced it, then opened them to look wholly upon its surface.
For the first time, Jessica saw herself—truly saw herself—free from her anxieties, misconceptions, and self-abusive delusions. It brought a giddiness that ran down the center of her chest to rest in her stomach.
She let her eyes wander over every curve and smooth line. Her long, lean body was athletic with firm, rounded breasts were just right for her body. Balancing it wall rounded hips curving to an ass expertly toned by her daily runs.
Her face was almost a thing she didn't recognize, as it hardly matched the description drawn up from her memory. Her full lips drew into an almost giddy smile, accentuating her defined chin and jawline. With her button nose and ice-blue eyes, she was two pointed ears away from looking like a fucking elf—Middle-Earth, not Hogwarts.
Her slim hands played lazily over her torso as she watched herself, sliding up and down the flat expanse of her stomach.
"Fuuuck me," she said, drawing out the word. "Literally."
Her hands began drifting down, almost on their own. Her smirk widened when they reached her shaved pubic area—her appreciation for the smooth skin there wholly different from what it was a day ago.
She lightly teased her sex, its wetness something she expected this time. Expected, and relished. Jessica savored the pleasure her fingers brought her. More than that, she savored how it looked. She rose one arm over her head, posing for herself while she masturbated. Not caring that the curtains were open. Not caring if someone walked in on her. She felt strong. Powerful.
She let out a throaty moan as she pleasured her glistening clit, feeling out every contour of the pleasure flowing from between her legs. She could see her old self in her mind, the shy and insecure Jessica who was afraid to even be naked. That person seemed so alien to her now. It felt like a different person who had shared her body.
As groped herself as she went on, augmenting her pleasure further as her pulse rose and her thoughts raced. The image in her mind shifted, and she imagined that sad, old version of herself being forced to do what she now did willingly. Her hands being made to finger herself. She could see her struggling against the acts she was being made to do, and she imagined standing over her, tying her down and forcing her to feel the pleasure she was feeling with her own body.
It was cruel. Sadistic. And thinking about it set a fire between her thighs.
Jessica struggled to hold on, even as her fingers moved faster in response to her perverse fantasy. Her body rocked back and forth as she brought herself closer and closer to orgasm. She groaned and whimpered, unable to contain the emotions surging through her, taking hold of her from within.
And with it arose something else. A strange feeling that crept up and grew slowly, rising from the flood of pleasure she bathed herself in. It was a memory, a memory of two brilliant, emerald eyes watching her from inside her own head.
Good girl.
The memory was like a silk band that wrapped around her mind and constrained her thoughts. Like a switch, something tripped in her body, racking her with a kind of pleasure she didn't think possible. She fell to the floor moaning, legs splayed wide, back propped against the base of the bed. With glazing eyes staring at herself in the mirror, she pumped her middle finger into her tight channel, her body obeying the commands of something outside herself.
Jessica shuddered, struggling to hold on to unraveling thoughts as something seemed to tighten around her from the hidden depths of her memory. The drive inside her was clear: give in. Submit. Allow her mind to go blank.
"What the living fuuuck...." she hissed as her hips bucked into her teasing fingers, her entire body moving independently of her control. They melded with the thoughts and images rising unbidden to her mind. Strange swirls of color and words flickering and buzzing in her head. It seemed to coalesce into a singular drive to obliterate her mind. Likely, she understood with sudden clarity, for the second time.
It seemed inevitable as she felt her body rise to the precipice of climax, the slender finger of one hand finding the wrinkled flesh inside her clenching canal, while her other hand mercilessly teased her glistening nub. She braced herself for the orgasm she knew would break her.
There was something else, though. Something Jessica had to do. She could feel it inside her. Whatever inside her didn't just want to break her. It required her to ask for it. To ask to be broken.
She was so close to cumming, but each time she drew close to the edge, her hands would slow to a stop, drawing out whimpering moans from her. Jessica felt the words forming on her lips. The words that would burn away her mind. They felt like boiling sex. So easy to say. So easy to give in.
Jessica forced herself to stare into the mirror, into her own wild eyes. She had barely recognized the change that had come over her. The different person she seemed to be. And now she was expected to go away again. Go blank.
Her body convulsed, every fiber of her demanding she give in, but she kept her focus locked on herself in the mirror. She had seen herself clearly in the mirror for the first time in her life, liked herself for the first time in her life. If she let herself be turned off again, who would she be when she woke up next? Where would she be?
The pleasure ravaging her body and the thoughts rising unbidden from her mind tried to force her not to care. Parts of her screamed that it didn't matter. She needed to cum. She needed to cum more than she needed her mind, her new self, or her own free will. Submission was worth it. Submission was better.
Jessica didn't know what was happening to her. Didn't know what had been put in her head, or how her new self factored into it. She was fairly sure resistance was a losing proposition. Even as she struggled to hold herself together, a growing part of her eagerly awaited her mind's destruction and the empty, orgasmic bliss that would follow.
She wanted to be a good girl. And good, empty, obedient girl.
I won't, she thought as her own mind and body ground down on her. I won't.
Her entire body was on fire. She bit her lip to keep from saying the words. Bit down until she tasted blood.
And just when she thought she could hold on no more, whatever force that had taken hold of her suddenly let go. The pressure in her mind dissolved. The unyielding force overriding her limbs loosed its grip.
With a ragged gasp, Jessica rolled flat to the floor and let her entire body go limp. The few breaths of relief she got, however, were short-lived, for she was still painfully, infuriatingly aroused. With a frustrated groan, she pulled her legs together and brought her knees to her chest, clasping them to her with shaking hands.
"Mother. Fucker," she hissed, cursing longer and louder in her head as her sex ached uncomfortably.
Laying there, Jessica wanted to finish herself, to make herself cum. Her fingers twitched with the need. It would take seconds. She was so close, but she didn't dare. The pressure in her head had faded, but not completely. She could still feel it in the back of her mind, wrapped around her mind like a collar with a leash ready to pull taught again. The knowledge left her feeling a mixture of frustration, anger, and arousal, with no good gauge which was the strongest.
Body shivering, Jessica forced herself up. She gathered her clothes, the pulsing heat diminishing achingly slowly. Its departure left a warm yearning in its place, an eagerness to return to that hungry state that she knew she would have to actively restrain.
closer to orgasm. She groaned and whimpered, unable to contain the emotions surging through her, taking hold of her from within.
And with it arose something else. A strange feeling that crept up and grew slowly, rising from the flood of pleasure she bathed herself in. It was a memory, a memory of two brilliant, emerald eyes watching her from inside her own head.
Good girl.
The memory was like a silk band that wrapped around her mind and constrained her thoughts. Like a switch, something tripped in her body, racking her with a kind of pleasure she didn't think possible. She fell to the floor moaning, legs splayed wide, back propped against the base of the bed. With glazing eyes staring at herself in the mirror, she pumped her middle finger into her tight channel, her body obeying the commands of something outside herself.
Jessica shuddered, struggling to hold on to unraveling thoughts as something seemed to tighten around her from the hidden depths of her memory. The drive inside her was clear: give in. Submit. Allow her mind to go blank.
"What the living fuuuck...." she hissed as her hips bucked into her teasing fingers, her entire body moving independently of her control. They melded with the thoughts and images rising unbidden to her mind. Strange swirls of color and words flickering and buzzing in her head. It seemed to coalesce into a singular drive to obliterate her mind. Likely, she understood with sudden clarity, for the second time.
It seemed inevitable as she felt her body rise to the precipice of climax, the slender finger of one hand finding the wrinkled flesh inside her clenching canal, while her other hand mercilessly teased her glistening nub. She braced herself for the orgasm she knew would break her.
There was something else, though. Something Jessica had to do. She could feel it inside her. Whatever inside her didn't just want to break her. It required her to ask for it. To ask to be broken.
She was so close to cumming, but each time she drew close to the edge, her hands would slow to a stop, drawing out whimpering moans from her. Jessica felt the words forming on her lips. The words that would burn away her mind. They felt like boiling sex. So easy to say. So easy to give in.
Jessica forced herself to stare into the mirror, into her own wild eyes. She had barely recognized the change that had come over her. The different person she seemed to be. And now she was expected to go away again. Go blank.
Her body convulsed, every fiber of her demanding she give in, but she kept her focus locked on herself in the mirror. She had seen herself clearly in the mirror for the first time in her life, liked herself for the first time in her life. If she let herself be turned off again, who would she be when she woke up next? Where would she be?
The pleasure ravaging her body and the thoughts rising unbidden from her mind tried to force her not to care. Parts of her screamed that it didn't matter. She needed to cum. She needed to cum more than she needed her mind, her new self, or her own free will. Submission was worth it. Submission was better.
Jessica didn't know what was happening to her. Didn't know what had been put in her head, or how her new self factored into it. She was fairly sure resistance was a losing proposition. Even as she struggled to hold herself together, a growing part of her eagerly awaited her mind's destruction and the empty, orgasmic bliss that would follow.
She wanted to be a good girl. And good, empty, obedient girl.
I won't, she thought as her own mind and body ground down on her. I won't.
Her entire body was on fire. She bit her lip to keep from saying the words. Bit down until she tasted blood.
And just when she thought she could hold on no more, whatever force that had taken hold of her suddenly let go. The pressure in her mind dissolved. The unyielding force overriding her limbs loosed its grip.
With a ragged gasp, Jessica rolled flat to the floor and let her entire body go limp. The few breaths of relief she got, however, were short-lived, for she was still painfully, infuriatingly aroused. With a frustrated groan, she pulled her legs together and brought her knees to her chest, clasping them to her with shaking hands.
"Mother. Fucker," she hissed, cursing longer and louder in her head as her sex ached uncomfortably.
Laying there, Jessica wanted to finish herself, to make herself cum. Her fingers twitched with the need. It would take seconds. She was so close, but she didn't dare. The pressure in her head had faded, but not completely. She could still feel it in the back of her mind, wrapped around her mind like a collar with a leash ready to pull taught again. The knowledge left her feeling a mixture of frustration, anger, and arousal, with no good gauge which was the strongest.
Body shivering, Jessica forced herself up. She gathered her clothes, the pulsing heat diminishing achingly slowly. Its departure left a warm yearning in its place, an eagerness to return to that hungry state that she knew she would have to actively restrain.
When she'd dressed again, she looked at herself in the mirror one last time. She frowned at her loose shirt and baggy shorts. "My fashion sense sucks."
For a moment she considered a better attire for herself, but she quickly abandoned the idea. "Problem for another day," she sighed. "A day when I can reliably remember the previous day, at the very least."
It occurred to her, standing there in that moment, that whatever was happening, she didn't feel scared. Concerned? Sure. Angry? Certainly. Ambiently horny? Sweet fuck yes. But afraid? No.
This fact was worrying because while she wasn't afraid, she also wasn't stupid. By any logical metric she should be terrified, but it was like the feeling just wasn't in her.
It was there, for the first time, she considered the fact that she might be insane. She rolled the thought around in her head. It bothered her far less than she thought it might have. The reason for this slowly crystallized in her mind with perfect clarity. She gave one, final look at herself in the mirror.
If she had to choose between the person she was now, and the person she had been since her fateful induction into puberty some six years ago, there was really no contest. She’d take crazy over miserable.
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