John snaps his fingers three more times.

*SNAP* *SNAP* *SNAP*

John held Victoria down with all his might. She started to flail around wildly as he kept attacking her clit with his tongue.

Veronica's eyes were blank. She simply... wasn't home. She was just seizing up permanently now. Sometimes she would start to scream, only to stop immediately as the sensation reached her lips. So she mostly made a bunch of incredibly loud, incredibly brief squeaks and squeals. They sounded like... hiccups? It felt like she was on fire. It felt like she was getting electrocuted. It felt like she never ever ever wanted this moment to end.

At this point, John definitely knew what he was doing to her. She was up to 32x as sensitive? She probably wasn't able to answer his questions right now, so he just keep going. Once every few minutes he'd snap his fingers again.

He glanced at the clock. Hmmm... this was an interesting experiment, if nothing else. How much power did AGS really give him? How much of it was placebo? Was her brain really rewiring at the drop of a hat like that? He snapped his fingers once more as he thought about it. Veronica's twitching increased even more, and his arms pinned her hips fiercely to the couch.

Hmmmm. By his count, she was up to 256x sensitivity. What did that even mean? Was it... painful now? He slid a finger deep into Veronica's pussy to check - and could feel her clamping down hard and continuously. Okay, so she was having orgasms still. That was something. Good enough to keep going, then, at least she wasn't dying from pain or whatever. He put a second finger in, hooked it up, and started poking at her g-spot while he continued his ****, washing her clit every direction with his tongue, sucking it into his mouth, even spitting on it now and again.

He kept going like this for awhile. Every 5 minutes by the clock, he would snap his fingers again. At this point he was just curious how far he could go. Was she hitting some kind of peak, or was each one a new experience?

Veronica could only see lights pass in front of her eyes as her body twitched, writhed, jerked, clenched, cramped, knotted, worked itself out, then did it all again. She wasn't able to hear John at all anymore, nor could she even tell where she was anymore. She was floating in a sea of sweat. She squirted more than once, but didn't even notice (John mopped it up with a towel, but kept going). The only thing she was aware of anymore was the snapping sound. It always meant things were about to get much worse (or... better?), when every time it felt like it couldn't possibly. That she had reached the end of what was possible.

John snapped again, and then - finally, blissfully - she passed out. He looked at the clock. Huh. She'd lasted... a full hour? So by his counting that meant that she had somehow gotten to... 131,072x sensitivity? What did that even mean? It had to be working through placebo somehow. Like every time he snapped his fingers, her sensation increased by at least a noticeable amount? He just couldn't imagine 131,000x sensitivity. But... well, she did pass out. He'd never actually heard of anyone passing out from an orgasm before.

And as he stared at the **** form of Veronica, covered in sweat and her own juices - he frowned. This was... weird. He kinda got carried away with himself? He hoped she'd been happy, and he hoped that he hadn't betrayed her trust immediately. But he had acted with such casual disregard for her. That wasn't okay. He had just seen an interesting idea to make blowjobs enjoyable for her, and then gotten carried away immediately. This was dangerous. He needed to be extra-considerate, if this was how easy it could be to turn Veronica into... this.

John sat down on the couch, moving her head to rest in his lap. Her sweat-drenched hair made her look like a wet rat with an incredible rack.

Veronica made a gentle coo-ing sound, and then twisted herself in his lap. As she slept, she seemed to do some sort of horny sleep-walk thing. It was... weird. Her hands started to drift to John's pants, and she opened them up and pulled out his cock. John felt incredibly guilty, but... he didn't stop her. She sort of just... nestled up next to it and cuddled it with her face while she slept.

He didn't do anything... specific... to Veronica while she slept with her face resting across his cock. But he did move his hips around a little bit, smearing his cock around her face. The precum and the sweat mixed together. He slowly moved more and more, until he couldn't honestly say he was doing anything other than just... well, jacking off with Ver's face.

He stopped, ashamed. Though he didn't put his dick away. She had told him to user her, but it felt... wrong, like this. He'd wait for her to wake up.

So his experiment was a success. As far as he could tell, he had total and complete control over her mind. But now... he looked at the naked, collapsed woman - his lifelong friend, her **** face pressed up against his cock - what on earth was he supposed to do now?