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As soon as you saw Jess’s email was nothing but a video attachment you moved to your laptop. Whatever this is you’re sure you want it on a bigger screen. You hesitate with your mouse over the attachment. The email is from your friend (and maybe sextoy?!) Jess, but Jess is just a vessel for the will of the Illuminati now. You click anyway.

Jess is on your screen again, and this time she’s completely naked. No purple Plague Inc t-shirt, no light orange short skirt, and no green panties. And most important of all no retro-futuristic headphones with double antennae and real brainwashing action.

Jess is sitting on the edge of her bed, legs open wide, and everything unashamedly on display again. Just her birthday suit and a big conspiratorial grin on her round face. It’s amazing how quickly it can become unremarkable to see your best friend’s tits and slit. But it isn’t entirely unremarkable yet, and you find yourself licking your lips hungrily as you greedily consume the nifty sight of her on the bigger screen.

She gives you the trademark Jess wave again: hand close to her chest, fingers moving back and forth and curling and uncurling a little at the same time. This time it’s not drowsy or slow, in fact it’s slightly manic with excitement.

“Hi again, Leah! It’s your new Fucktoy, formerly known as Jess. Well, you can still call me Jess.”

Jess has two laughs, an innocent (or sometimes flirty) girlish giggle that she deploys in public and a throatier naughtier guffaw that only sees regular use with friends or when she’s been drinking. It’s the second she uses now. It sets her embiggened tits jiggling.

“The Illuminati have been fucking my mind for four months. Ever since you asked. Enough time to get these twins.”

Jess hefts her two bazookas and then, as if knowing how you’re thinking of them, twists to shoot you with each nipple in turn. This time it’s her flirty giggle that comes out as she drops her ‘guns’. You’ve never really thought about how long something like that takes. Jess’s tits are a reminder that the Illuminati are powerful but they have some limitations. And a reminder that mind-fucking someone to do as they say isn’t one of those limitations.

“But enough about me and the Hidden Rulers of the World who control me utterly! Let’s talk about what you’re going to do with me. To me. How you’re going to use me.”

In some ways this is weirder than the hypnotized Jess show. Jess isn’t acting hypnotized at all. She’s acting like her normal happy innocent but secretly filthy-minded-round-you self. Except that she’s naked, with bigger boobs, her legs spread wide for your horny inspection, and it’s the wrong filthy words coming out of her mouth.

“Do you remember Tamagotchis from when we were young? You know, the keyring things with the little screens and the electronic pet you had to hatch and take care of. You need to think of me like that. Like your personal Tamagotchi. I don’t need hatching, and I can wash and feed myself. But if I don’t get regular attention from my owner I’ll get sad and die. You’re my owner now.

“Oh fuck, Leah, it feels so good to say that at last. To be owned. To be property. To be owned by you, to be your property, to be your sex ****.

“Fuck, what was I saying? Oh yeah, the Tamagotchi thing. I need regular attention from my owner to stay healthy. And you should have guessed the next bit by now. It needs to be sexual attention. You’re going to need to put aside some time to **** me to behave like your horny slut. To getting me fucked. Maybe even to fucking me yourself.”

Jess claps her hands together and gives a girlish squeal of delight. The brightness of her grin is almost blinding and you find yourself smiling in return. No-one can break your ice like Jess.

"It's like when we first became friends. When I saw you alone and **** you to have lunch with me and become friends. Except this time you're the one who needs to **** me not to be alone. To open up. Except, you know, it's my mouth and cunt and asshole that's going to be **** open!"

{{You want Jess to display herself. You want Jess to be ****. You want Jess to be taken.}}

“There are lots of boring rules the Illuminati have programmed into me that you can’t change. Some you can guess, like I’m only going to let my fuckholes be violated by adults. Some I know and can’t tell you. And some even I don’t know!

“The big one is that I’ve been reprogrammed to be a lesbian now. Kinsey Scale max, boyfriend dumped, all heterosexuality deleted. Fuck, Jess, you can’t know how attracted to you I am now. How turned on I am by being enslaved to you. I want to lick down your long beautiful neck and--”

Jess’s hands are sliding down the lines between hips and wide open legs towards their junction, when she draws a juddering breath of self-restraint and sits on them! Holy shit, that makes you feel good about yourself. As far as you know no woman has had to sit on their hands to stop touching themselves thinking about you!

“You-,” Jess takes a deep breath to steady herself. “You can still pump me full of cock and cum, I’ll enthusiastically obey. I love to obey. But you can only ever make me pretend to enjoy men. Maybe a little moral dilemma for you? But, you know, I’m your sex **** and only your pleasure counts, right?”

{{Jess must be dominated. Jess must be used. Jess must be fucked in every hole.}}

Jess gives you the second filthy throaty laugh of this monologue. But you don’t know if it’s because she finds it funny that she’s a lesbian now, or if she’s laughing at the idea that sex should be pleasureable for her. You’re not really sure if either is funny exactly.

“This whole place,” Jess does an arms wide gesture at the walls around her, “is filled with hidden cameras. There are at least two-dozen of them in my shower. Fuck knows how the Secret Masters I Obey Without Thought hide them. I bet your place is the same!”

You experience a whole body shiver at that last conjecture. You resolve not to think about that for now. And maybe to figure out if you can shower in your clothes.

“There’s an icon on your laptop. You’ll know the one. Click it.”

It’s not till later you realise Jess knew you were on your laptop. Now you move the window Jess’s video is playing in, a bit puzzled, and there it is. An icon that wasn’t there before. Or worse, maybe it was and you weren’t allowed to perceive it. The icon of a stylized eye within a triangle labelled AllSeeing (Jess).

You click it and your screen is suddenly filled with tiny colorful squares. When you look closely each is a different shot of a home. There are so many of them its hard to make out what each is showing. There probably are at least two dozen feeds from a bathroom. Suddenly one of the camera feeds becomes larger than the others. It’s Jess exactly as she was in the email. And suddenly you realize that this message was always a live feed.

Just how much have these cameras been used already you wonder. Do the shadowy men (man? Woman? people?) behind this have a collection from Jess porn productions? They've had months. Would Jess even know? They can edit her memories after all.

“One more useful thing you need to know. I’ve been given some cheat codes. They only work on women, but they’ll give you 24 hours of total control to reprogram the bitch’s sex and sexuality and memories and everything. Or rather they’ll give me total control since only I can use the codes, but I’m under your control so it’s almost the same thing. After 24 hours they’ll reset back to normal with no memory of what they’ve done.”

{{Mind-fucked women must be dominated. Mind-fucked women must be used. Mind-fucked women must be fucked in their every hole.}}

“So that’s the situation, the rules, some of the practicalities, and another gratuitous reminder that I’m your obedient sex ****,” Jess continues. “Finally the ‘why’. Why have I been relentlessly mind-fucked for four months at your request? The truth is nobody’s told me. But four months of training and masturbating to increasingly sordid sex-fantasies of you, Leah, has given me a lot of time to think… And I have a theory!

Request seems a bit strong. But your thoughts are drawn to another word. Training? You wonder what that means.

“I think I’m a chance for you to explore your fantasies about submissive mind-control. Like the porn you write. And then the best of what you do to me is going to be done to you. I’m going to be preemptive karma. And karma’s a submissive slut!”

Jess bounces back on the bed and folds herself into a lotus position and hums “omm” for a few seconds. Then she giggles.

“And now a preview of what could be to come tomorrow, if you want…”

“You know your dirty secret that sometimes you watch the dirtiest hentai? Because the Illuminati know every time you’ve watched a full on tentacle monster pumping monstrous cum into the womb of an innocent young woman struggling against it. And they’ve made we watch everything you have. Every video. Even the ones that got taken down or deleted.”

Jess pushes forward, reaching for something out-of-sight of this camera, head disappearing from view. Her big hooters swing wildly in shot. And you realise that’s exactly as she planned. When she comes back fully into shot she looks like she’s holding the top foot-long length of an octopus tentacle. She has a tentacle dildo.

“I even have some costumes to go with this pussy-violator. Innocent school girl, kawaii! Naughty schoolgirl, ecchi! Demon-possessed impregnated succubus schoolgirl, hentai! And, you know, sexy shrine maiden, indecently skintight plugsuit, slutty office worker, that’s-not-how-armor-works warrior, etc. The Illuminati control the economy, they’re not short on money to dress their sex slaves.”

And then she tilts back her head and begins to fellate the dildo. A noisy messy blowjob, delivered mostly with her tongue. It carries on for a few minutes, until the first three inches of suckered flexible gel are dripping with her saliva. When she finally pulls it from her lips her expression is of horrified disgust, until it cracks into a mischievous smile and girlish giggles.

“Tomorrow I could push it in so far my throat bulges with it. And there are my other holes I could be **** to take it in. You would not believe how good these suckers,” you realise she means the suction cups along one side, “feel against my clit as it pumps in and out of me.”

Jess tosses the tentacle aside.

“Right, I’m going to get in the shower, masturbate while imagining you fucking me as I beg you to stop, and then get some sleep. You can watch if you like. My phone is going off, I’m not checking my emails, I am programmed to be offline. But when I wake in the morning I’m going to get the best present ever. Back online and into inescapable involuntary enslavement to you, my owner I’ve been mind-fucked till I love and obey.”

“Later, hun!”

Jess jumps off the bed and heads off hips swaying. The livestream doesn’t end. You can see her moving from one camera view to another, heading for the shower.