Allen deals with Priya

The door creaked open as Sakshi greeted Priya with a warm smile. Priya, dressed in a sunny yellow dress that hugged her petite frame, looked radiant as always. Her hair, dark and silky, cascaded down her back as her dark brown eyes sparkled with excitement.

“Sakshi!” Priya beamed, stepping inside. “I swear, I’ve been waiting all week to catch up with you. Work has been insane!”

Sakshi chuckled and stepped aside to let her friend in. “Tell me about it,” she replied, her voice laced with an odd enthusiasm. “It’s been… quite a day here too.”

They settled on the couch, Priya crossing her legs delicately while setting her bag aside. The two friends started chatting, Priya recounting stories of her office drama and a particularly nosy colleague. Sakshi nodded along, her responses distracted but passable, though Allen, lurking silently just out of sight, could see the subtle signs of her transformation. She carried herself differently now—there was a hint of unease, of careless confidence, even as the faint sheen of sweat on her skin betrayed her earlier exertions.

It wasn’t long before Priya leaned slightly closer, her nose crinkling. “Um, Sakshi,” she began, her voice tinged with hesitation. “Do you… smell that? It’s not bad, exactly, but it’s definitely… different. Kind of like…”

Sakshi’s smile widened, something unreadable glinting in her eyes. “Oh, that must be me,” she said casually, lifting her arm slightly as though to emphasize her point.

Priya blinked, confused. “You? But you never—”

Before Priya could finish, Sakshi acted with startling swiftness. She reached into her pocket, pulled out the bottle of perfume, and closed the gap between them. Without a word, she sprayed Priya’s face not once, not twice, but five times in quick succession. The mist hung in the air like a shimmering haze, and Priya’s initial reaction was predictable.

“W-What the hell, Sakshi?” Priya spluttered, coughing violently as she waved a hand in front of her face. “What did you—”

Her words trailed off as her movements slowed. She blinked rapidly, her expression caught between confusion and discomfort, but then something shifted. The spark in her eyes dimmed, her features slackening as though someone had turned down the intensity of her very being. Priya’s body relaxed against the couch, her hands falling limply to her sides.

Sakshi watched intently as her friend’s breathing steadied, her chest rising and falling in a mechanical rhythm. Priya sat utterly still now, her face devoid of expression, her gaze unfocused. The transformation was both subtle and unnerving—a vibrant, animated young woman reduced to a blank canvas in mere moments.

Allen stepped into the room, his presence drawing Sakshi’s attention. She turned to him, a triumphant smile lighting up her face.

“I did as you asked,” Sakshi said, her voice lilting with pride. She gestured toward Priya, who remained motionless, staring ahead as if awaiting instruction.

Allen’s lips curled into a slow smile as his gaze swept over the scene. Sakshi stood beside Priya like a loyal conspirator, and Priya, now pliable and mindless, was ready for whatever came next.

“What do you think, Allen?” Sakshi asked, her tone almost eager.

Allen chuckled softly, stepping closer. “I think,” he began, his voice low and deliberate, “We’re just getting started” as he roughly grabbed Sakshi’s tits with one hand absentmindedly. Sakshi jumped at the feeling but didn't offer much resistance as she felt her flesh yielding to his touch.

Priya’s arrival had almost ruined Allen’s mood. For a moment, he considered slipping away quietly before things got complicated. He didn’t much care for Priya—sure, he’d seen her in passing, her petite frame and ever-smiling face making her hard to ignore—but she wasn’t the focus of his plans. His frustration simmered, but then, like a flash of lightning, an idea struck.

Allen realized this was an opportunity. He’d seen how just two sprays of the perfume had affected Sakshi, slowly breaking down her resistance and reshaping her attitude. But what if he pushed the limits? What if he used the perfume on someone more extensively? Could it create a deeper transformation? Or would overdoing it mess things up. He needed a guinea pig for this experiment, and Priya had walked right into his hands.

From the shadows of the hallway, Allen had whispered his instructions to Sakshi. His eager assistant, now completely swayed by his influence, had nodded with an unsettling enthusiasm. Her task was simple: keep Priya comfortable and unassuming until the moment was right.

And now, Allen stood before Priya, marveling at the aftermath. Sakshi had executed his plan flawlessly, spraying Priya in the face five times in quick succession. The immediate effects were as expected—coughing, an attempt at a flurry of questions and visible confusion. But as Priya sat back, her body seemed to sag under an invisible weight. Her movements slowed, her voice trailed off, and soon, she became utterly still.

Allen leaned closer, observing her with clinical precision. He bent down and waved a hand in front of her face. There was no response—not even a flicker of recognition. Her eyes, once lively and inquisitive, were now dull and unfocused.

“Smile,” Allen said softly, his voice cutting through the silence like a scalpel.

As if a switch had been flipped, Priya’s lips curved upward into a pristine, polished smile. It was the kind of smile one might reserve for customers or awkward family gatherings—bright, pleasant, and entirely devoid of sincerity.

Allen straightened up, his curiosity growing with each passing second. “Stand up,” he commanded.

Priya rose from the couch, her movements smooth and mechanical. Her expression didn’t change; the smile remained plastered on her face as though it had been painted there.

“Follow me,” Allen said, turning on his heel and walking a slow circle around the room.

He glanced over his shoulder to see Priya trailing behind him, her steps perfectly synchronized to his pace. She moved without hesitation, her arms hanging loosely by her sides, her gaze fixed straight ahead.

Allen stopped abruptly, and Priya halted as well, her posture as rigid as a soldier awaiting further orders. He studied her, a mixture of fascination and elation bubbling within him.

It was undeniable now—multiple sprays of the perfume had transformed Priya into an empty shell, a blank slate that responded only to his words. She was no longer the bright, lively woman who had walked through the door moments ago. She was something else entirely, a mindless drone.

Allen couldn’t help but smile, the possibilities unfurling in his mind like a kid in a candy shop. Priya was now a pawn to be used in his ****.