Program Coco

"Mister Silvanus?" Coco's voice called. "I'm here!"

She went backstage, and her eyes widened at the display she saw. "I got your text, so I told Velvet I'd be--what the fuck?"

Before she could react, Silvanus used her heightened susceptibility to put her into a deep trance, thrusting harder into Glynda all the while.

"Coco, step forward," he commanded.

Coco obeyed, stepping closer to the man who would become her owner.

"Coco," said Silvanus. "It's time for some permanent programming. I'll say three roles, and I want you to say the role you'd be fine with having forever. I can of course still command you otherwise, but the role you pick will be your new normal self. Understand?"

Coco nodded.

"Now, the roles are: mannequin. This is self-explanatory. You'll be mindless, and be able to be posed, fucked, and dressed by myself, Yang, or any other harem members. And if you dress in something like a cheerleader outfit, anytime we press your forehead, you'll say a sexy phrase based on your costume. The next is a lion. I'll add more segments to the show as my harem expands, and a lion tamer will be one of them, so I'll need a nice, horny lion to breed with after the show is over. And the third is a maid. You'll take care of the cleaning after each show, and of course be here to service my cock or any of the harem members as well."

He let those words sit so Coco had a good idea of what each role entailed.

"Now, make your choice, dear Coco."