Fry it. She’ll fuck better without.

He smirked as his finger stopped on a particular button. He opened the menu for her IQ and didn’t even bother caring for were the default setting displayed her wits. Intelligence was wasted on her. He dialed her IQ down to 50. He had read somewhere that was about the level were a person would pretty much turn into a human vegetable, yet retain at least enough functions to sustain themselves – with lots of help. Given that the display also gave him the option to make it only 25, he felt pretty generous.

But no risks. This was still Roxanne the brat he was dealing with. He hit the MC-button. For but a moment he entertained the idea to unfreeze time just to see her repeating back whatever commands he fed her with in an empty monotone. But no. Get this over with.

“You need cum. Your body was made to serve and pleasure men. You cannot resist the urge to obey men, it’s what you live for. Seeing a cock will make you stop whatever you’re doing, wanting nothing but to pleasure and worship it.”

Well, that should do it. Now there was just the issue of her being aware of the changes or not. Sure he wanted to humiliate her. With her new instructions he doubted she’d feel all that humiliated if she remained unaware of the change. Then again, if there was one thing he knew it was she definitely so far had always found a way to turn things around in her favor. Her mental faculties being stripped from her only meant if she struck back it would lack any and all restraint.