A dick. Rubbing against her lips. Her VERY sensitive lips.

Veronica woke up and immediately freaked out. There was a dick in her face. Fuck. How did she... was she being assaulted? Had she been roofied? She had no memory of how... The giant cock shifted, and gently rubbed against her lips. Instantly, she was back where she was before she passed out. The sensation was already too much!

Veronica *heaved,* her body racheting back and forth.

"Oh, fuck! I'm so sorry! Here, I'm resetting you to normal." John slapped his hand down on her pussy to punctuate the statement, and she would have screamed from the pain if the sensation hadn't immediately disappeared. "Done!"

Veronica took a giant inhale. "HOLY SHIT. FUCK. HOLY FUCKING SHIT. That was the most intense experience that I ever..." Veronica felt a fleshy mass resting against her face.

"..." Veronica stared. "... and that's your cock." She said. She looked over it appraisingly. "...I see. I wasn't just rubbing my face on any dick. I was rubbing my face on *your* dick." She stopped, and thought, then smirked at him. "Or rather - maybe you were using my **** face to jack off?" She smiled at him and licked her lips, letting him know that was totally okay. Fuck - how on earth was she still horny?

John hung his head. "Not exactly. Well... I mean... I didn't mean... I mean.... you... I... fuck. I'm sorry. You really, really shouldn't have trusted me. I'm so sorry. At the first opportunity, I broke your trust. Then I... assaulted your **** body. I'm so, so, so sorry, Ver. I'm no better than your roommate." He looked somewhat comical. His clothes were drenched in her sweat, and his dick hung outside his shorts. But he did look remorseful.

"Oh, John. Do you think I didn't know what I was signing up for? That was the most intense experience of my life. I cannot begin to describe to you how that felt. If that's going to be my life? I mean... wow. I can deal with the costs if I get to do that sometimes. Or something similar. And as for feeling guilty? You don't need to. You just went down on me for an hour, and then when I woke up you weren't just fucking me while I slept?" She paused for a moment, then reached into her pussy, before pulling out her fingers and looking for cum. Nothing. She popped her fingers into her mouth to suck them dry, then smiled at him.

"And you didn't fuck me at *all*? Jesus. As far as I can tell, you're a fucking saint." She licked up her juices, cleaning her fingers. She had no misunderstandings here. She had seen what happens to AGS victims - it was all over the news these days. No matter where she ended up, she would end up getting fucked and used, and she knew it. But at least with John, she was pretty confident that she wouldn't get killed, tortured, or kept in pain. And he *was* a smart fella - he might be able to keep her from being kidnapped. Or, really, from being passed around like a rent-a-****-slut. Jesus... nearly all of the videos she saw made her skin crawl. But it was dangerous for her to watch them. The "masters" would sometimes address the camera. Her roommate had actually stopped her from abandoning her life and flying off to one of them in Argentina. It was dangerous for her to be online at all, in fact - random things she read online would fundamentally reset her reality constantly. In order to keep her internal beliefs consistent, she had to come up with an explanation for why the earth kept turning flat, then round, then flat again as she read an internet argument. Everyone was always trying to convince someone of something online, and Veronica believed them all.

John just shook his head. "Right. Saint. Sure. I remember that Saint that wiped his cock on his friend's mouth while she slept. You aren't getting it because of the AGS. You believe everything instantly, and even casual phrases are changing you fundamentally as a person. I have nearly total control over your body and mind, you can't even really be sure what's real anymore. You could be a 90-year-old paralegic and I just *told* you that you are a hot co-ed."

Veronica's eyebrow quirked. "Hot co-ed?"

"I... sorry. This is all just starting to seem a bit... porny."

"Still, though - hot co-ed? Should I be... flattered?" She arched her back, thrusting her tits out to him as they sat on the couch. She went a little too far, and her nipple draped across his cock-head. She looked at him, and licked her lips performatively, until... fuck, her lips were still sensitive. It felt like she was licking at her own clit. She kept licking her lips a little more and more - perhaps more that was necessary. She may have looked a little... feral, for just a moment.

"Oh fuck off." He smirked at her. She smirked back, then got serious again.

"Aargh. Listen. Context matters. When I said that consent can't matter between us anymore, I meant it. Or at least - mine doesn't. *You* aren't getting it because of the AGS. Do you have any idea what could have happened to me if I had gone to the wrong person to ask for help?

Veronica continued. "I could be a sociopath's plaything, drinking my own blood until I got sick. I could be a dedicated 24/7 whore, collecting money and diseases hand-over-cunt. I could be a permanent human toilet, installed into the very building itself. Or, or, or... Seriously, you have no idea. I've been reading up on what happens to people like me. About the only fate I'd avoid is being a permanent gimp in gay town. It's genuinely horrifying. I read about one girl who wandered the world unable to understand anything she was seeing. She was just blindly moving throughout the earth, and no matter what she tried to say all that came out was 'You look like you must have the *most* delicious cum. Would you please fuck my face as hard as you can?' over and over. And only when she had a cock in her mouth was she lucid. So she moved about in a dream world only waking for brief snippets of being facefucked, unable to ask for help because the only people she was around during her lucid moments were emptying cum into her stomach. After they came in her, she'd cum, pass out, then wake up 5 minutes later right back to stumbling around blindly, unknowingly asking for a dick to suck. She just lived on cum like that for months until someone figured it out and gave her a pen and paper while she was blowing them."

Veronica turned to face him. "I. Am. A. Target. I don't know how to make this any more clear. The fact that I have you? That you feel somehow *guilty* for licking my pussy until I cum myself ****? You are perfect."

John shook his head. He lowered his gaze and closed his eyes.

"And..." She hesitated. "You clearly don't get it. Maybe I need to help you out by showing how appreciative I am."

John's eyes shot open as he felt Ver's lips slide over the tip of his dick, her tongue flicking.

She looked up and winked at him. "So here it is. I'm doing this with absolutely no input from you. I *want* to do this. I'm going to lick at your dick until you cum on my face. Then, finally, you can hopefully start to be comfortable with what's going to become our... new normal."

Veronica looked up at him and made a gentle moaning sound that she knew guys loved - then impaled her face on his dick. She used every trick she knew. She licked his frenulum, she tongued around his taint, she took him in as deep as she could (around a third of the way, she was ashamed to admit - John was much bigger than she thought he'd be).

Every now and then she'd pull off and jerk his cock onto her face while she spoke. John looked frozen, and a little horrified. She tried to soothe him a little. "Hey. Relax. I want this. I want you to feel good, and I want you to soak my body in your cum. It's okay." Veronica saw John visibly try to calm himself. Clearly, her words helped.

John stared down at Veronica. He kept changing the way he thought of her. He was uncomfortably aware that with the right 3 or so words, she would keep doing that and never stop. He'd had better blowjobs, sure, but - something about this one was different. The total lack of pressure made the orgasm feel easier. He knew that if she started to get bored or something, he could fix it with a word in a hundred ways. So he just relaxed and tried to think about how he was going to deal with Veronica.

She was right. The ease with which he could take total control of her made it hard to keep her personhood front and center in his mind. He would sometimes find himself thinking of her in ways he didn't approve of. The sweaty slut... no, his old friend kneeled in front of him, sliding her tongue around on his cock.

After a frankly very short time, John came. Barely a couple minutes. It was over so fast. Still, Ver acted like a porn star. She giggled, rubbed his cock on her face as it spurted out cum, and smiled as she licked some up with a wink.

She gave John one or two farewell sucks, then started to stand, her job done. Veronica smiled. "There, now that's taken care -"

"No."

Veronica froze. What?