He spots a loophole (Submissive Women)

He had seen hell.

A solid week without sleep. One hundred and sixty eight hours without rest or respite. Nothing but endless thankless work, and all of it for the sake of the very cum toilets that he had set out to tear down.

Only when it was done, when the women of the world were no longer in danger of having their organs crushed to paste by monster cock wielding **** zombies...Jason looked up and found the world as miserable and thankless as ever.

He'd just saved them all. Quite possibly given everyone a few hundred more years of youth in the process. Yet his reward was to sit and watch some dumb meathead surround himself in women, and now he couldn't even fantasise about what he wanted to do to the whores, because he didn't want to do it any more.

Memory had come back to him quickly but the fantasies that had excited him so much for so long didn't do a thing for him. Not even the sight of Anna, still sobbing and clinging to Hank, failed to stir him beyond the inevitable feelings created by her torn clothes struggling to maintain her last shreds of modesty.

That stirring brought yet another awful surprise, as Jason found that despite the depth of his appreciation for Anna's heaving cleavage, his 'lab assistant' refused to rise to the occasion. After he tested the theory with a thorough eye-fucking of every woman in the room, Jason found himself barely holding back the urge to find Lisa and beat her to **** with the nearest heavy object.

She deserved far worse for what she had done, and it was that thought that kept Jason in his chair.

He was going to make her scream. Make her beg. Make her plead with him for a mercy that he would never ever grant her.

After a few more hours of brooding and plotting, Jason even knew how he would do it.

Lisa lifted herself with a predator's grin splitting her face. Leering down at her victim as she fought to drag herself up his towering cock.

Chained and gagged and beaten as he was, it was hard to make out the handsome features that had once had so many of her presumptive equals wasting lab time to coo about the fuckmeat patrolling the corridors around their laboratory. Not that she gave any more of a shit about his face than she did about who he'd been before he was reduced to a drone.

Too mindless to realise she had been luring him away from the others on purpose. Oblivious to the trap until she'd already sprung it, claiming herself a fine specimen even as the other women of the Facility thought they'd contained all the surviving drones on a single floor.

Now he was nothing more than her eager pet, **** to act out the part she wanted from him.

Of course it was likely that a drone, without a mind to fight back against the imposed fetishes, was far more ****, but Lisa didn't care. She had the proof of concept either way. Proof that she could finally go after the true target, and break him.

Impaling herself in time with the thought, Lisa closed her eyes and took hold of her homemade flail. The drone might not have truly cared about being injured or in pain, but that did nothing to stop it acting the part as her own fantasies dictated. It even did a good job of imitating Jason's voice as it screamed, and screamed, and-

The change wasn't gentle. Lisa barely held onto her lunch, flopping to the floor like a dead fish as she could practically feel her brain spasming. Her mind being rewritten while she was left completely aware, helpless to do anything more than let it happen.

Then it was over, and for a brief moment she thought that she might have escaped unchanged. A **** hope born of no visible alterations or twisted thoughts. It lasted exactly as long as it took her to catch a glimpse of the heaving mountain of muscle and cock that she had been brutalising all morning.

Only this time her sadistic impulses were almost completely drowned out beneath and surge of fantasies so strong that she could barely stay standing. Her knees shaking with more arousal than she'd ever felt before, then buckling entirely when she realised how good it would feel to get down on her knees. To worship and submit and oh god what had that fuck done to her!?

Lisa fought it with everything she had. Grasping for the urges buried beneath it. Her true urges. She might even have succeeded in shutting out everything else...if only she hadn't been inches from a perfect example of the very thing her body was screaming for her to give herself to.

The scent of him, of it, was too much temptation. She gave in for a moment and by the time Lisa had herself back under control it was already too late.

She had touched him.

He was surging free of his bonds before she could begin to scream. Ramming his cock down her throat while she was trying to scramble away, slapping at his thighs and vainly clenching her jaw. All she achieved was to make his entrance feel like it had broken her jaw, the sensation pulling the first orgasm out of her stomach in a hot pulse of shame. Furious tears streaming down her face even as she gurgled what must have counted as permission despite being unintelligible, because her throat was instantly flooded in the seed she'd been denying release for as long as she'd had the drone in her clutches.

Between her cock-blocked airway, and being almost drowned in spunk, Lisa quickly felt consciousness leaving her.

If she had known how little her partner would care whether or not she was awake, Lisa probably wouldn't have felt such relief at the darkness overtaking her.

1. All women gain a fetish for submission, stronger than any others they possess.
2. Specific tastes in submission (bondage, masochism, petplay, humiliation, etc etc) vary by individual.
3. Women may submit to other women, but will not derive nearly the same pleasure and fulfilment as they will be submitting to men.