A Cure

The previous night, John delivered vigorous relief to Sabrina while she got Veronica off. By the time Haley had made girls cum to her satisfaction, John was inspired to spend some quality time inside her, eventually sending all three girls to bed, all barely able to make it into bed. He had felt quite good about himself.

In the morning, John woke up before them and lazed around the apartment, still feeling good about his efforts the previous night.

He stared at the headline on his phone. He read the article. He read it again. And again.

There was a cure.

It was a simple injection and would stop the effects of AGS: victims would no longer believe everything they were told.

He looked for more information, reading every article he could find on this new development, and every Reddit thread, and every forum post from clinical trial patients. The cure didn't reverse beliefs the patients already had, but would stop them from believing anything new. Early speculation was that any AGS-caused beliefs would slowly fade over time.

Another article explained that masters were being offered amnesty for non-violent treatment of their pets if they were brought in for treatment.

A cure.

He hadn't noticed Veronica walk out of the bedroom but turned his head to see her looking at his with concern, "what's wrong?"

"Nothing... it's good," he stammered, "there's a cure."

Her eyes widened.

John spent the next few days mentally wrestling with this news. It was what he wanted, right? He was trying to protect the girls, and a cure would do that... right?

He repeatedly filled and covered all three of them with jizz as he tried to come to terms with the possibilities the future held.

John finally decided that he couldn't not have the girls cured, no matter the consequences. He spent several sleepless nights watching Veronica sleep peacefully, trying not to imagine what the consequences might be.

A few weeks later, he found himself in a waiting room with the three girls... his wards. Patients were to be "assessed" first by doctors and nurses with AGS expertise who could advise on the best treatment plan.

There were several other masters with their pets in the room. Many of the masters looked very nervous and many of the pets looked to be in much worse mental shape than his girls. Some of the AGS patients seemed be totally disconnected from their surroundings, simply sitting there smiling placidly. A few seemed to barely focus their eyes on anything around them.

Veronica and Sabrina chatted nervously. Haley looked with wide-eyed fascination at the unfamiliar things happening around her. Occasionally something caught her eye and she said "ooh".

After a while, they were approached and told the girls needed to be taken without him for examination. John protested, remembering his visit with Dr Brooks and Veronica, but was assured that these examinations were done under careful supervision by AGS experts.

Eventually he was convinced the situation was safe, let the girls go, and left alone. It was the first time he had left the girls with anybody else since they had come into his care, and he still wasn't happy about it.