Owning your Asian bitch

That night, with the rest of your women asleep, you slowly stood at the door to the bedroom where your grandfather had been taken into. Monica had done your bidding and gotten her bathed, cleaned, and made up for you. The conditioning was unfortunately the slowest part of the process, the fear being too quick a change may destroy the brain of the person undergoing the transformation. The last thing you needed, or the company for that matter, was to have your grandfather die on you and the endless paperwork it would drop on your desk. No matter how much you hated the codger, and you did hate him quite a bit, he was not worth the papers you would be buried under.

She was panting, her body clawing at the nearest bottle of water that her mind tried desperately to rationalize as the possible source for quenching the thirst ravaging her body. You knew it as well as Monica or Kayla, even Sam had been made aware of what you had done and none of them, after getting a good understanding of what your plans had been, felt much in the way of sympathy for her. Hell, you were sure that you could easily kill a puppy in front of them and they wouldn't blink so much as an eye if you said he deserved it.

"Ready, bitch?" you hissed, feeling the rage building in you. Try as she might, the woman's mind was immediately conflicted and left her in a semi-paralyzed state. On the one hand, there was enough of her brain and memories to realize the tone and manner in your speech meant you were not going to be easy on her. The events of the past day and a half was still fresh in her mind. The other half, the one that was definitely going to win out every time, was her physical body screaming for sustenance. It needed to get energy, to get some sort of fluid intake that would hold, some sort of energy source. Splattered bottles of water, discarded half-chewed hamburgers and the leftover remains of an upturned bowl of soup, nothing seemed to be sticking and filling the need that now gripped her.

Fitting, no doubt.

You took a step forward. The small woman, shaking and unable to move, had her eyes still blindfolded and she brought her arms out to feel all around her. You wondered why she didn't just take off the blindfold before you noticed the reason why she couldn't. The restraints held her head and neck up just enough to be out of reach of her arms and hands, also restrained and bound to the floor. Saw, Audition, any sort of **** movie? Yeah, Monica had been a fan, apparently.

"Please..." she whimpered, her accent very heavy with the Asian inflection borne from the hours of subliminal programming. You would be sure to thank the guys in Audio R&D. Mind Control and Mind alteration? Check.

You ignored her whimpering as you walked around her and undid the ropes that held her down but then after smacking her to sit still, you did the ropes again to make sure she was bound and restrained, her legs spread open and the ropes digging into her breasts and hips. She wasn't thin or svelte like the others but there was no mistaking her appearance for a very fuckable Japanese bitch. Your bitch. Who's the slant-eyed yellow cocksucker now, Gramps? you wanted to hiss at him but instead all you did was reach behind and undo the blindfold. She looked at her reflection in the mirror for the longest time before she turned and looked at you with tears in her eyes.

"Please...let me...suck you..." she whispered again. "Please..."