Minutes later, the elevator arrives with a (ding) at floor 4A. You stride out of the opening doors, followed by a stiff-legged, brainwashed Danielle. "Take me to your car, Dani," you say. She directs you to a black Mitsubishi Lancer, and you take the wheel. She slumps into the passenger seat, head lolling to the left. "Sit up straight, slut." She corrects herself. You pluck the large sunglasses off a sun visor and slip them over her silly face to block out her spirals.
As you depart the hospital and hit the desert highways, you order her to start talking about her life: where she lives, the people at her job, who she interacts with, her money, her fetishes, everything. The **** joyously rattles on and on about her entire life, filling you in on every sordid detail from the bodies of the other nurses to the guys she fucked in school. Good girls tell their master everything.
When you've had enough, you stop at a red light before whipping around and blasting her face with a potent dose of swirls. Her speech quickly breaks down into gurgled, stupid syllables from the onslaught. As fresh slobber starts draining from her lips, you crank her seat back and order her to repeat her mantra: "I am a stupid slut. My Master is my brain. I worship my Master. Obeying makes me pretty and happy."
She slurs the commands under her breath for the rest of the car ride, allowing you to enjoy the scenery while Danielle takes care of the new "guidelines" you suggested.
After some time you pull up to her house, a simple one-floor flat in the outskirts of Wyattville. Instead of interrupting her homework, you just acquire the keys from her purse and leave her to laughing helplessly at the car ceiling.
You wander around the home. Cozy, isolated, quiet, stocked with food, tastefully furnished. Danielle clearly had high standards for her living situation before you obliterated that part of her head... and since no one saw you snatch her, you could feasibly live here for the time being. You have your own personal slut for money and protection, a second nurse that's programmed to fall under your spell whenever you need her, and working knowledge of the local area.
You lean out the door and whistle for Danielle, who slowly exists the car and makes her way to her Master's arms. Content with your conquests for today, you spend a few hours just cuddling with her with her head on your chest, a goofy smile permanently frozen on her features.
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