Reset? What does that mean?
Every day a new Evelyn
John looked down at the now-smiling Evelyn sucking his cock.

"Listen closely. First, you know that you are for some reason unable to take my dick out of your mouth on your own or bite down, no matter what you try. But now... you remember *everything*. You know you have AGS. You know that I've been taking advantage of you. You know you aren't really my employee. You know that you are a quiet, conservative, brilliant, religious girl and that I clearly think of you nothing more than some meat with wonderful tits, a fuckable ass, and a mouth that looks best with a cock in it."
Eve's face slowly changed expression from pliant joy to confusion to... rage.
This motherfucker had USED her.
He had seen someone vulnerable and reduced her to his meat. He had seen her body... *her* body... and had only seen a set of holes. That really was all she was to him, wasn't it? She didn't seem to realize that even though she remembered having AGS, she couldn't seem to take his dick out of her mouth anyway. She was just... physically unable.

"But it's worse than that," John continued. "I enslaved your mind. And you know, it didn't even take much? Just a few small pushes and you were screaming into a camera that you needed to feel my dick in your pussy. You were frustrated that you couldn't fuck me, and you know what I did? I recorded it, published it on the internet, and used the suggestions from the internet (and your church group) to torture you. Then I played it on a loop while you gently sucked my dick overnight, loving every minute."
Eve's face moved from rage to disgust. He was right. She was... ruined. She started to cry.



This was the worst, most disgusting thing that she could ever imagine happening to anyone - and she wasn't even done. She could tell from his face that he had some kind of new game in mind.
She screamed into his dick in frustration. And then she started to sob.
He smiled at the familiar feeling. It had been awhile. That was better. He pushed down on Eve's head hard, and gently spoke as she shuddered beneath him. "You know what, Evelyn? My nasty whore fuckbucket? When you sob like that? You know how your whole body tightens up and you sort of curl up into yourself a little bit? Your throat feels INCREDIBLE. Seriously. You even sort of force me even deeper down your throat right as I see your tits jiggle."


"This sobbing... hmm. The more horrifically devastated I make you feel, the better your holes feel. I hope you realize just what that means the rest of your life will be like? Imagine, please. Even if you don't remember this moment, just how much of your life in the future will be spent in unimaginable shame and despair?"
Evelyn realized that there was nothing she could do. This would keep happening... forever. She just sobbed on his dick.
John grinned at her as he rhythmically thrust his cock into her mouth in time with her sobs. "Oh god... wow. It feels like you really are starting to understand."
Evelyn screamed in frustration, and sobbed even harder.
John just moaned.
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