Heads for the door.

Liz backed away from him carefully towards the hall to the kitchen. "Oh, almost forgot," Seth said, approaching her. She backed up quickly, into a wall. "This one's free. The rest you'll have to earn." He reached under her shirt and gripped her breasts, squeezing them gently. The persistent ache that she'd been feeling in them since awakening in the Facility was instantly replaced with intense pleasure. He grinned as her nipples stiffened against his palms. Liz was ashamed to notice the heat building in her pussy, a heat that, according to the Maid, she wouldn't be able to extinguish herself.

"There you go," he said, removing his hands and patting her tits through her skimpy shirt. The momentary contact sent spasms of pleasure through Liz's body. "Now get to it." He turned and strolled upstairs, whistling. She waited, tits throbbing with pleasure, until he was out of sight and she heard his footsteps stop. Then she ran for the door. She reached for the knob, mind racing. Should she call her parents first, or the cops? Then she noticed her hand wasn't moving. Try as she might, she couldn't touch the doorknob. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she blinked them back.

She went to the kitchen next. There was a large window over the sink, full of dirty dishes. She trotted up to it, grimacing at the unfamiliar sensation of her braless tits bouncing. And her nipples rubbing against her soft T-shirt weren't helping her arousal situation. "You've got a vibrator at home. Focus," she said to herself. She reached for the window, and again her body betrayed her. But instead of simply not allowing her to move, this time she reached down to the sink and grabbed a dish and a sponge. Her feet seemed rooted to the spot. She writhed there, trying to get away, but she couldn't take a step and couldn't set down the tools of her new trade.

The tears she had held back before spilled down her cheeks. Her programing didn't make her do the dishes, just like it didn't make her swallow Seth's cum. But it didn't leave her an option not to. Sniffling, she soaped up the sponge and went to work. She had time to notice that her arousal never seemed to subside, staying at a mechanically precise, maddeningly distracting heat. She noticed that the ache in her tits, curable only by the gropings of Seth, was returning.

The door behind her opened and one of Seth's frat brothers came in. Liz didn't know him by name, but apparently her programming did. She found herself turning, lips parted in a dazzling smile. "Hey Darryl, my mouth is feeling kind of empty. Got anything I can suck on?" He grinned back at her, but didn't reply. Instead he pushed her forward into the sink, gripped her hips, and lifted her up. Liz had no idea how he'd dropped his pants so quickly, but his cock filling her dripping cunt confirmed that he had.

He fucked her there, she bent over the partially washed dishes, stupid smile pasted onto her face the whole time. Her aching, erect tits were moistened by the dish suds. She had time to notice that her pleasure was growing, had grown past the point where she normally would have orgasmed, but still she didn't. She guessed that only Seth could give her orgasms now. Darryl came inside her, pulled out, and came some more onto the small of her back. He leaned forward, pointing to a dish. "You missed a spot." Liz turned to him, still smiling. "Hey Darryl, care for a blow job?"

He laughed, and patted her on the cheek.