Gabrielle [ Neighbourhood Gal ]

“Hey, Nico!” I pause as I hear my name called in a familiar voice, and half-turn, “Wait up!” We've been friends about as long as me and Amy have, but I'm closer to Amy than I am to Gabby. Her black-brown hair sways as she jogs up to me.

“Hey, faggot,” she greets me as if it's the most natural thing for her to call me, even though she's never called me that, before. I smile reflexively, though, pleased to hear the word coming out of her mouth as she pauses to catch her breath.

“Hey Gabbers,” I reply, and the eighteen-year-old makes a face at me, sticking her tongue out at me and rolling her eyes. Before I can do more, my smartphone rings and I pull it out, seeing Amy's name. I answer the phone promptly, picking up.

“Hey Amy!” I greet her, holding up a hand to ask Gabby to wait a moment. Gabby hums and looks away, bouncing on the balls of her feet.

“Did Gabby catch up to you?” Amy asks.

“Yea. Why, what's going on?” I ask in return.

“Just want to test something with the brainwashing. Need to make sure it's behaving properly,” she replies, and I blink. I'm a little surprised she wants to do a test already when I literally only just left her house, but I take a breath and sigh.

“Okay, sure,” I answer.

“Go somewhere a little more discreet and kneel down,” she says, “Just in case. I don't want you to fall over or anything.” Shrugging, I turn and look around, then move to the sidewalk that passes between some of the houses, with tall fences.

I dip between two of them, in a grassy alley between two fences, perpendicular to the sidewalk. Gabrielle follows along, waiting as I kneel down. Once I confirm I'm on my knees, Amy hums affirmatively, “Okay. Now, then, open core process.”

“Confirm reception,” she commands.

“Command confirmed,” I answer in a mindless monotone, my mouth hanging open, my eyes staring at the fence in front of me. Gabby walks over and leans against the fence so my eyes are on her hips, crossing her arms and waiting, patiently.

“The next time you hear Gabby's voice, you'll enter a docile, receptive submissive state. You'll allow her to use you as she pleases,” Amy commands, “If she cums on your face, you will rub it in without hesitation and without thinking about it.”

“You will remain in this state until she is completely satisfied and wakes you up by slapping you,” Amy's orders continue, firmly, “Once she slaps you, you will have no recollection of her using you for her own pleasure. Confirm command.”

“Command confirmed,” I reply.

“From now on, when I modify your programming over the phone, you will say Core Process Opened when I start editing, and Core Process Closed when I give the termination command,” she continues, “Confirm command.”

“Command confirmed,” I reply again, mindlessly.

“Good. Now, close core process.”

“Core Process Closed,” I answer, before my eyes flutter and I recover, “Okay, so? Did it work?”

“Yes. Your reprogramming appears to be holding steady, but I'm going to need to do several of these tests over the next seven days, just so you know,” she says, “Bye, faggot.” Before I can respond, the phone clicks and Amy hangs up on me.

“Get over here, fag,” Gabby demands. I smile up at her as I notice she's already unbuttoned and unzipped, the flaps open and her thick cock hanging low between us. I crawl forward on my hands and knees and kiss her cock to show gratitude.

“There's a good little faggot,” Gabby smirks down at me as I look up at her, her brown eyes focused on mine as she simply leans against the fence, watching. “Now, I want you to ...”

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