Checks

Logan’s hand stayed on her heavy breast, thumb slowly dragging across the stiff nipple that poked hard against the stretched pink fabric. Jasmine pushed into his palm at once, a soft broken whimper leaving her throat. Her eyes were glassy, empty, already waiting for the next touch.

David checked the tablet. “Still extremely deep. We can install the permanent triggers now.”

Logan took her chin and forced her to look at him. Her plump lips stayed parted.

“Listen. These are your new rules. They replace everything else.

Every time someone calls you a bimbo, you start craving cock. Hard. Immediate.

Every time someone calls you stupid or dumb, your cunt gets soaking wet.

Every time someone calls you a good girl, you get the urge to drop to your knees.

Every time you cum, your head gets emptier and the cravings get stronger.

You do not think. You only react. Understand?”

Jasmine’s voice came out soft, slow, and thin.

“…Yes. Bimbo… crave cock. Stupid… wet. Good girl… knees. Cum… emptier.”

Logan gave a short nod. David turned the tablet around and held it in front of her face. On the screen was a clear photo of Tim, smiling, the same one Jasmine had as her phone wallpaper only hours earlier.

“Who is this?” Logan asked.

Jasmine stared at the image. Her brow furrowed for half a second, then smoothed out again. The emptiness behind her eyes stayed complete.

“…Dunno,” she said softly. “Just some guy.”

“Why did you come here tonight?”

She blinked slowly. A small, slutty smile pulled at her plump lips as the new memory settled into the blank space where Tim used to be.

“I came here to try Tyrone’s big black cock,” she answered, voice soft and certain. “That’s all I remember. I wanted it. I still want it.”

She looked up at Logan, then past him toward the door, already shifting on her knees like she expected Tyrone to walk in at any moment. A fresh line of wetness ran down her thigh.

“Can I have it now?” she asked, empty and hopeful. “Please? I been thinkin’ about it so much…”

Logan glanced at David. David locked the new memory file and closed the tablet.

“Soon,” Logan said. “First you stay right there and wait like a good girl.”

The trigger hit. Jasmine’s eyes went even blanker. She sank lower on her knees, ass resting on her heels, tits pushed forward, mouth slightly open, the craving for Tyrone’s cock now the only clear thought left in her head.