Bed, Bath and (Mild to Moderate) Brainwashing

Unfortunately, there's no way for the machine to deprogram whoever gets put in it completely - and unfortunately for the Doctor specifically, I have no interest in changing that. Fortunately, the subjects personality isn't actually removed when they get programmed, just suppressed to whatever extent the template requires; not great when it's one of the basic sex **** templates the free trial came with, but it seems our 'friend' decided to unlock a full suite of custom ones when she delivered her message. "How about this one," I ask, gesturing to the first one that pops out at me, "'Horny Hostess' seems like a good replacement, and the changes look pretty mild."

"Might want to check what sort of- oh, never mind," she cuts herself off when she sees that the little image next to it is a huge-breasted woman in a tight Victorian-esque dress, fanning herself with one hand and licking her lips. "Guess we've found the one for Lady Wakeford, then," she grins, "and 'Naughty Maid' seems a perfect fit for the rest of them." Almost like there were two options close to normal life just for us to find, I think, rolling my eyes. Maybe she's just trying not to think about it. A little more scrolling reveals a number of other surprisingly mild templates. "Hold on," the Doctor mutters, "these are meant to be applied in layers!"

"What, like 'put her in and she comes out a little hornier each time'?"

"Exactly," she nods, "a little hornier, a little less inhibited, a little more inventive in the bedroom, a little curvier. Look at these, there's ones for every sort of woman you'd expect to see at a place like this. At any point in its existence." She points out templates for politicians, professors and a dozen other professions that are 'currently' male-only or close to it. "And we can't exactly get rid of it," I remark, feeling cheeky. "I read the manual," I answer her questioning look, "normally this model integrates itself into whatever building it's installed in. In a few days it'll be threaded through the whole structure from the roof tiles to the foundations." She snaps her fingers in irritation.

"Alright," she sighs, "so we can't get rid of it, we can't just let it brainwash whoever comes along at random..."

"A ladies' health retreat," I say after a moment of awkward silence, "it'd be normal for no male guests to be allowed on the grounds, it'd be normal for people to keep what happens here a secret, it'd be normal for people to leave looking better and acting more relaxed than when they showed up... Hell, it'd even be normal for them to be a better at whatever skills the template assigned them." The Doctor nods along, clearly seeing the logic. "Alright," she says, "we've got a hostess and staff already, but- Oh!" The template for Mistress of the Manor appears on-screen as the flat, synthesised voice pipes up. #Valid audio input detected.#

"Confidence, authority, organisational skills, ability to read people, a preference for really tight riding clothes," I rattle off the personality features it's supposed to imbue, "from what you said, it's practically made to help Victoria out." The Doctor bites her lip as Victoria moans her way through another anal orgasm, then nods. "Alright, we'll put her in." She sighs heavily. "Can't exactly give ourselves away by taking her home, I guess." I give her a hard slap on each asscheek to cheer her up, then look over the women currently fucking themselves and each other in a mindless haze and start to type.

With the staff of Wakeford Manor sleeping off their reprogramming, there's just one matter left to take care of. After all, the Wakeford family is going to have to continue if they're going to keep the house's secret under wraps, which is why Lady Wakeford is currently flat on her back in the smoking room she'd originally met us in, with her ankles **** up to either side of her head while I try my best to fuck her through the floorboards. "You know," I remark breathlessly as I drag my cock free from her pussy far enough to properly thrust into her again, "if you kept security as tight as this cunt-" she screams in pleasure as my cock spears into her again and my balls hit her ass. "-then we'd never have found anything out."

"Oh, don't worry, Mister Doe," Victoria replies primly from her position on the couch, "I won't be letting guests wander where they're not supposed to be." She looks down at the blonde in shiny red knee-boots lying face-down across her lap. "Especially not naughty exhibitionists in whorish clothes," she delivers another slap to each of the Doctor's cheeks, both now practically glowing red from the amount of punishment they've received, "isn't that right, Miss Smith?" The Doctor can only moan weakly in response and drip more juices onto Vict- sorry, Miss Waterfield's new riding pants. Very convenient that Lady Wakeford happens to have a stock of riding gear, really - and even more so that they're as tight as her new 'secret' Mistress likes them.

I look down at the official lady of the house, fucked silly and moaning beneath me. Fucking her tits had been... fine, I guess? They're definitely big, and certainly soft, but physical sensations aren't exactly hard for me to experience anymore. Frankly, I'd gotten more out of her expressions while I'd had Victoria slather them in oil from the pod in the attic, and then again when I'd grabbed them and squeezed them together around my shaft. Was I really getting that jaded before the Doctor dropped in? I mean, I did have more fun finding things out without my power than watching Lady Wakeford and Andrea go at it when we first met...

Fuck, maybe a time travelling alien was the best thing that happened since I got this power.

I feel my balls clench and, for the second time today, begin stuffing Lady Wakeford with cum. I don't pull out this time; instead, I watch her belly swell until it looks like she's already showing her soon-to-be-daughter. She deflates a little when I pull out, a wave of thick white goo oozing out onto the floor, but still looks thoroughly packed with it as she lies therewith her legs spread and her hands groping her chest in a mindless pleasure-haze - the fun kind, not the more literal kind she was experiencing before. "I suppose Miss Jones and I ought to be going," I tell the Doctor and Victoria, "once you've cleaned me up, Miss Waterfield."

"Yes, Sir," she purrs, shifting the Doctor onto the couch and crawling across the floor towards me. The Doctor looks grateful for the chance to try and get her body back under control, and even more grateful to see Victoria acting confident.

With myself cleaned up and the Doctor at last able to walk straight, we leave Lady Wakeford to her - hopefully brief - pleasure-coma and Victoria to instructing Wakeford Manor's maids in their new role. I glance over the exterior of the suddenly-always-there bathhouse next to the manor, built on top of the local spring that gives Wakeford its public reason for its effectiveness as a health retreat, and take a moment to wonder how my power knows what architectural style to use when I do stuff like this. Then I stop, because I realise that I slowed down to do it and the Doctor - still clad in nothing but her boots after her bustier and thong were destroyed - is now getting further ahead of me. "So," she asks, "do you think it's going to work?"

"I guess we've got a time machine if it does go wrong," I reply as I catch up to her and give her a quick spank, "besides, even if it becomes normal for women to be so satisfied that they keep going back for more treatments, the machine leaves a memory gap either side of being put in it. I'm sure Victoria and Lady Wakeford can keep the actual source of the house's health benefits a secret." She hums in approval, then 'sneaks' a look down at my crotch and licks her lips as she ushers me into the TARDIS. She's not going to get what she's after, of course - not until she begs - but I'm looking forward to her next attempt.

In the servants' quarters, with a pretty redhead's face buried between her legs, Victoria Waterfield thought she heard a familiar sound drifting across the grounds of Wakeford Manor. Then the girl twisted her tongue just so and she went back to running over the plans to open Wakeford Baths to guests, trying to hold off her orgasm for a few seconds longer.