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“Hmm. You know, I think Marty is right. You deserve to suffer, you deserve to know what's happening to you and that you can't do anything but accept it and to embrace your role in life,” Allie says, technically to you but it sounds more like she's talking to herself, “of course, I don't want to be too cruel, even if you really deserve it ... so I want you to be able to learn to accept and appreciate your role in life.”

Her feet remain on your face, so you can't really look up and make eye contact, but you hear fabric rustling, and her scent wafts into your nostrils as she removes her feet from your face, “Suck.”

You quickly lift onto your knees and lean against her seat, your chest between her knees as you rest your arms along her thighs. Your mouth descends promptly to her meat, sliding your mouth around her. Velvet lips caress down her cock as you start to suck her off.

“Open core process,” she says, and you freeze with her cock halfway down your throat, motionless as she pushes your head the rest of the way down onto her prick, “From now on, you will be unable to deny the truth if you are enjoying yourself, if you are enjoying your life. You will not be able to dispute it to others, regardless of whether you consented, if you enjoy your situation. Confirm command.”

You moan obediently on her cock, but otherwise do nothing. You simply kneel between Allie's legs, your velveteen lips wrapped around her hilt, your throat visibly bulging with the presence of her cock buried in it. You can't breathe, but she doesn't care, she just leaves your head hilt-deep down her prick until she feels you start to twitch, then pulls your head up, and gives you a command, “Breathe.”

You huff an exhalation out and inhale deeply, then let it out and inhale again before she guides your head back down, “You will remember that you used to be Brian, but you will not answer to it. You will remember inherently that your name is bitch, cunt, fag, faggot, slut, or whore, and these are the names to which you will answer. Confirm command, faggot.”

You moan again, but do nothing else, because you have been told to do nothing else. The memory of your life before this floods back to you, and your eyes flutter as you kneel with her cock in your throat, as she continues to talk. You are aware you are being reprogrammed, or edited, or whatever someone might want to call it, but you don't resist. You can't resist. Your Owner has opened your core process, and no part of your body works unless she so commands.

“You will remember who I am. You will remember everyone in your life who matters, and it will not matter. You are still my sex ****, my personal faggot, mine to use and whore out as I please. You will feel the full weight of the emotions that come with that,” Allie commands, “and you will know that I deserve to Own you for the simple reason I am the one who found out what a faggot you are. Confirm command.”

You moan as she pulls your head up off her cock and lets you breathe, again, your eyes watering as memories flood through your brain. Your twin sister has turned you into her cocksucking whore, her personal faggot bitch. You've sucked your jackass big brother's dick, your mutual best friend, your own personal best friend, the paperboy and the milkboy who were two former classmates you thought were friends.

She pushes your head back down on her cock, and you have **** but to take it. Her thick shaft stretches your throat lewdly around it, and your eyes flutter in helpless submission as she continues, “You will be allowed to speak freely only once you have come to a place of full self-acceptance and embraced your purpose in life. Only once you are happy and proud to say you are mine, my faggot bitch. Confirm command.”

You moan once more on her cock, and she guides your head up off her prick, letting you look up at her. Your eyes shimmer with tears but you don't resist, you still physically can't. Your twin sister has turned you into her cock-sleeve, her pretty little faggot whore, “Suck, fag.”

You resume sucking, your eyes focused sadly up on her, as she smirks in satisfaction, “Close core process.”

Your body twitches in compliance and you begin bobbing your head, sullenly dropping your eyes to her prick and sucking. You cry as you suck your twin's prick, bobbing your head for her pleasure, struggling with the unleashed emotional weight of the last day. I can't believe Allie did this to me. I can't believe she prefers me as a faggot cocksucker to her brother. I tried to be the best brother ever!

You try to deny it, but you can't, Fuck. She smells so nice ... she tastes so good ... fuck she feels so good on my tongue and in my throat ... oh my god I'm such a fucking faggot ... I ... I ... I hate ...

No matter how much you try, you can't even think a denial. Fuck. Fuck you for doing this to me, Allie ...

Your mouth slides up and down her prick as you worship your twin sister's meat, sucking as hard as you can, grinding your tongue along the underside of her meat as it skewers your throat. Thank you for doing this to me, Allie ... wait, no! Fuck you, Allie! Fuck you for not doing this on our birthday! WAIT! NO!

Your reprogrammed mind refuses to deny the truth.

This is where you were always going to end up. You don't want to think about what the future holds for you now ...