John isn't done. Which means Veronica isn't done.

"You said you wanted me to use you. Okay, fine, let's try. You think 2 minutes of licking makes up for what I just did for you? You're being a bit of a selfish lover, I think."

Veronica felt a little bit ashamed at that - she knew he was telling the truth. She really tried hard not to be, but... wait, how could she possibly be selfish? In this situation? She was a... "Okay, fine, you're right. But John, I'm basically your fucking **** right now, not your lover. I mean, I appreciate that you're still my friend, but let's not kid ourselves." She may have been leaning into this a bit too hard, she was already getting kinda horny again. And after such a life-altering orgasmic experience moments earlier? Her trysts had always called her insatiable, and she couldn't help but get a little wet at the knowledge that clearly more cock was in her near future.

Veronica looked up at him. She put on her best sultry expression, then grabbed her tits and massaged them. Her fingers poked into her flesh as she spoke. "How about I fuck you until you-"

"Huh. Ver - you're a bit more of a slut than I thought you were. No judgment, I'm just... surprised. But that still sounds a little selfish, no? My tongue is *still* tired from what I did for you. If you're serious here... then you still owe me."

"You're not getting it!" Veronica shouted. She was having trouble figuring out what she was feeling. She knew the other shoe was going to drop. Somehow, John was going to snap. He'd tell her she was a cum-toilet or he'd hand her over to someone or he'd just silence her forever and... and... and then it wouldn't matter because she would be a walking freak show! "It doesn't matter! It doesn't matter if I'm serious, it doesn't matter what I owe you, it doesn't matter what I want - just fucking DO IT ALREADY." She'd read so much about her situation. She knew that, given enough time, he would stop seeing her as a person. She... couldn't stand to think of that, losing her friend like this. For some reason, that almost hurt more than the thought of eternal slavery.

"You know what? Fuck it, fine." Veronica tensed. But somehow, some other part of her also relaxed. Finally... she would get to see what her life would be like with AGS. "Lay on the couch, and put my dick back in your mouth." Veronica complied. Did it matter if she didn't? He could make up any number of a million stories. She crawled up next to him, and then slid his soft cock around with her tongue, her face buried in his crotch. She rested her face there, gently sucking his softening cock in and out of her mouth. She'd done some light d/s play before, and done a bit of order following. The tone she heard in John's voice made her pussy tingle a little bit.

"Now we're going to play a game. First things first. I have total control over your body. Anything I say comes true immediately as far as your body is concerned. Cum now." With no warning and no build-up, Veronica shuddered and came. It was over fast. But still... she was surprised. John DID have total control over her body, it seems. Or her brain, at least. Neither of the two of them quite understood how significant that was yet. But, far far later, perhaps they would.

"Now have a ruined orgasm. Feel frustrated as your body twitches and you feel *nothing.*" That happened too. Her eyes widened as she heard him. She felt her body undulate, and she flicked her tongue over John's cock in irritation. She remembered mentioning those to John once - one of her exes had been into giving them to her, he thought it was funny when she fumed at him about taking away her orgasm. It pissed her off so fucking much. She didn't talk about it with John directly, she didn't talk about sex stuff with him. But she did mention it as an abstract. Like a sort of 'hey, did you know this exists' sort of thing.

John saw her sort of angry-looking expression. He seemed to take it for a cute frustration and chuckled. "Oh? You didn't like that one? How about this? Start cumming, and keep going until I speak again. Keep my cock in your mouth." Oh FUCK. She felt her body convulse again, and she started yelling. Her head thrashed about a bit, and she felt John's hand settle tightly on the back of her head, holding her hair in his fist to keep her head steady. She tried her best to give back a little, licking in-between moments of lucidity. She felt his dick start to stiffen at her movements.

"Good," John said, after a minute or so, once he was hard(ish) again in her mouth. Veronica relaxed. She really, really hadn't expected that AGS would bring with it quite so many orgasms. She shook her butt enticingly. God, she wanted to get fucked. John totally ignored her, though. Fuck... that d/s play from her past had been cute, but the amount of casual control that John didn't even realize he was exercising right now was... fuck. Honestly, it was kinda turning her on even more. She never knew she'd been into this sort of thing. "Now one last thing. Let's combine them. I want you to have a ruined orgasm, but I want your body to keep twitching and continuing to seek that pleasure that never comes. I want this ruined orgasm to continue until I speak again."

Veronica still had his cock in her mouth, and this time it was hard enough that she couldn't speak. She felt her body start to writhe a bit, but she couldn't... she just couldn't feel *why.* Her pussy started to contract wildly but... she just didn't feel anything that went with it.

Her torso shuddered and clenched... but it was more like a cough than an orgasm. The sensation was *incredibly* unusual. It was also incredibly frustrating. She was so close to cumming. Fuck, she *was* cumming. She just wasn't... cumming. It started out as annoying, and then slowly, as the seconds passed on into minutes, grew more and more frustrating. Blegh. She started taking out her frustration on John's dick, shoving it into her mouth aggressively. John just patted her on the head. He didn't seem to fully notice quite how **** this situation was making her. Her pussy kept clenching. Dammit, this was so annoying! If she could get him to cum a second time, maybe he'd let her? She had just cum herself ****, but this constant ruin was making her feel like she needed another one NOW. Her efforts to suck the cock in front of her intensified. She became almost... frantic?

John... felt like what she was doing was kinda painful, actually. Clearly, she was frustrated with the current situation. He had decided he would leave her to experience that neat "ruined orgasm" thing she had told him about until she got him to cum, but, well - she was just slamming his cock head into the back of her mouth. Ow. Did she think that felt good?

John stayed like this for a long time, actually. His cock started to hurt a little bit until he realized that he needed to do something. If she didn't actually please him, she was going to be stuck like that for a lot longer. He could relent, but, well... he supposed he was a bit stubborn at this point. If he were to show her how to give a blowjob better, wouldn't it help her? If she did something like this to someone outside, they might even - well, retaliate? John suddenly grabbed the back of her head and pushed. Damn. Ver really could only get halfway down his cock. He put two hands on her head and started pushing his cock head into that wall in the back of her throat.

Fuck. Veronica was in some kind of hell. She had a hell of a gag reflex, and hated it when guys pushed, but she was stuck. She was desparate. She was overwhelmingly horny. And she knew that she was being used. Finally. Fuck. This sucked. Her pussy was going mad, and her throat started to go wild at the sudden intrusion - but she couldn't do anything to resist.

She started to gag, her throat milking John's dick for all it was worth. John relaxed into the sensation as Ver's gag-spit spewed out over his dick. He couldn't get past her throat barrier, but its undulations were massaging his cock head very nicely. To Veronica, it felt like he was jamming his dick into the one spot that made her gag over and over, spitting up phlegm all over his cock. Between this, and the constant ruin assaulting her pussy? This... could be considered sexual ****, she thought. But she decided not to resist. John felt something quite the opposite to ****, though - it was such a pleasant milking sensation on his cockhead. He found himself shoving in a little deeper to get more undulating gag rhythms out of her throat. It was so gently pleasant - but he couldn't get past her throat barrier.

In the past, he'd always tried to cum quickly out of... courtesy? Or something like that. At least some part of him never held back, even if the rest of him may want to. But now? He watched Veronica get a little more and more frantic, but he himself didn't care when or if he came anytime soon. He just relaxed into the sensation. He never got into her throat, but the undulations on his dick felt incredible. More than anything, Veronica wanted this moment to end. But John was relaxing into the new sensation of not caring about how long it took. It was so freeing. Then, unsurprisingly perhaps, he felt his cock start to pulse.

Veronica finally felt her body settle down as the cock on her tongue started to cum in her mouth. The taste of it was... surprisingly unexpected and mildly pleasant, and she started swallowing as he came.

"Oh God, Veronica. Your mouth feels better than any pussy, I swear." And finally, with some words being uttered, Veronica's endless ruin stopped. She melted a bit into his lap, sucking gently to pull the last of the cum out of the softening cock in her mouth. Okay, this wasn't bad. If this was supposed to be her life now, she could make this wor-

"We're still not done." Veronica winced. This... wasn't feeling as fun as it did half an hour ago. "That was nice, but still not all I want here. It did give me an idea, though. Something that can make us both happy. Let's set you up in a predicament. First, you are completely unable to cum without my permission. You can get horny, and be kept on the edge forever, but you can't cum without my say so. Ever again. Now, this isn't a rule or a promise, but you will generally almost always have my permission to cum when you feel my dick emptying jizz into your body. You said that you didn't like sucking dick? Let's rewire your brain a bit. When you swallow my cum fresh from my cock you will have a perfectly satisfying, strong (but otherwise normal) orgasm every time - stronger than any other way you have of taking my cum. Furthermore, while my dick is inside you? You will start to slowly feel more and more like you did an hour ago, while you were being driven mad by orgasms. Your sensitivity will slowly build up to greater and greater heights, and your lips will start to feel more and more like your clit... but you cannot cum from it. You can rub your clit, you can pinch your nipples, you can even stick some fingers up your ass - none of it will matter. You will get hornier and hornier while sucking my cock, and your lips will get more and more sensitive... but the *only* way you get an orgasm is if you feel my cum slide down your throat."

Veronica's eyes widened. This. This was it. This was the beginning. She knew that she wouldn't even count as a person to most people at this point, and it was all she could hope that John might think of her as one no matter what happened - but this. She could see this was where it started. John was selling this as a temporary game, but what if he just... never stopped? It would be so easy for him. John's cock lay limp in her mouth, and she spoke around it "please.... just remember, no matter what you do to my body, just remember - I want to be happy. You agreed... I'm trusting you... please." She said it quietly, to herself, almost in prayer.

But John heard it. "Don't worry. I'll... make it a point not to go too far. And I'll check in now and again. But right now? Seems like you're starting to get a little wet. And you're nowhere close to getting me to cum a third time. The first one took 2 minutes, but the second one took 30. I hope you're comfortable down there." John leaned back on the couch and smiled. He felt Veronica rest her face on his hips, tongue sliding around, trying to encourage some life into his already-spent dick. "Hmmm... I know you'll get hornier at longer it takes, but I could stand just a little more activity from you."

*SNAP*

Fuck, she had forgotten about that. The snap made her clit twice as sensitive, which - because of the cascade of commands John had built up, made her lips twice as sensitive. Veronica felt her lips, wrapped around John's dick, grow more sensitive as she sort of... rubbed her lips on his soft dick to try to get closer to her own orgasm.

But she wasn't allowed to cum. She just ended up frustrating herself more. John just chuckled and turned on the TV. "Enjoy your entertainment for the night," he told her. Veronica's eyes widened as she stared at the dick in front of her that would soon become her world - then she lunged at it, worshipping its folds with her tongue and mouth.