Re-make Bree

I turned around, my mouth finding mommy's lips and my tongue sliding over hers as my hands cupped her soft breasts, pulling at her hardening nipples. Her hand continued stroking my hardness through my pants.

Then I stepped back, and I saw the need in her eyes.

"Sorry, mom. Not right now. But be good, and I'm sure you can have some soon." My mind was already on the delight I had planned ahead. I got myself a big glass of water. "Why don't you get to bed, mom, and make yourself feel better?" I saw her hands drift over her breasts and then she turned and left the room. I drank the whole glass then headed upstairs, scanning the house as I did. Sure enough, mom's shadow was the easiest to touch, like I had made the entrance more ready for me with usage. I saw Sabine's shadow/cave there, but that wasn't the one I was looking for tonight. There was Bree's. It was sharp edged, but it felt more open and somehow wider than the other two.

I laid down on the bed and closed my eyes. This would be a work of stamina, not just a verbal path. I heard the girls getting loudly ready for bed. I started sliding thoughts to Bree. Nothing much at first, just weird questions like "What is my name?" and "What if I were someone else?". I bet she thought she was in a bizarre mood. I kept on with "Who else could I be?" and "I could be anything." I was lost in the effort of sliding in those thoughts, and an hour or so must have passed. I felt her shadow go soft, almost fuzzy, and I realized she had fallen asleep, all of my questions ringing in her mind. Now my work really began. I pulled out the scrap of paper I'd been writing notes on, and began the first sequence.

>When my name is Candy, I cannot think.
I don't need to think.
All I need is cum.
All I need is to please men.
All I need is to feel their cocks in my mouth, my hand, my pussy.
I need to feel their cocks between my luscious tits and feel their cum on my body, on my face, in my cunt.
All I need is their pleasure.
All I need is to be told how to please them.
I know what they want.
All I am is their toy... their possession...their whore.
I will dress like the slut I am.
I will act like the cum-addicted slut I am.
When my name is Candy...<

Again and again. It was moving like pushing a knife though a pillow slowly. It penetrated, but not fast, not easily, and not without my "muscles" trembling with fatigue. At first, it echoed back, kind of like a half-rebound, confused and jumbled. I wan't sure why, or if it was the "When my name is..." when she knew that wasn't her name. I just didn't have any experience with this. I repeated it again. And again. My mind was weak, trembling like legs that have run too far. It wasn't exactly a headache, but it wasn't pleasant. Finally, the words were sliding in faster and faster, easier and easier, which was good. I was tired. Soon they were falling in like they were meant to be there. I stopped, coming back to myself, pulling away from Bree's cave. I lay there in the dark, just resting, letting my throbbing head subside a little, catching my breath for the next effort. I may have dozed off for a moment... I'm not sure.

Alright. Round two.

>When my name is Eve, I am the seductress.
I am strong and confident, I know men want me.
I gain my power by the pleasure I provide.
I am sophisticated, seductive, and entrancing.
I am knowledgeable and experienced.
I want men to want me.
I want men to take me.
I want to pleasure them, so they remember me forever.
I will dress like the alluring, seductive woman that I am.
I will act like the irresistible, insatiable woman that I am.
When my name is Eve..."

Goddamn, my brain was on fire. This one started easier than the last, but I was already so weak. I had to breathe consciously just to keep going. Sometimes it was a question of whether I could will one more repetition. I took it a phrase at a time. By the time it was sliding in like ice, I was ready to go and die in a hole.

I stumbled to the bathroom to get some advil. Then I fell back into bed. The clock showed two hours had passed when I came to. There was something wet on my pillow, and when I flicked on the light for a moment, I saw it was blood. My nose had been bleeding again, but it had stopped. For some reason, I didn't care. I was going to go on.

>When my name is Bianca, I am a maid.
I will do anything my boss asks of me.
I am loyal. I am willing. I need this job.
I need to keep my employer happy.
My boss is Billy. He is my employer..."<

There was more: a litany of requirements and dress-codes, identifiers and commands built in. This was all a gamble.

And then,

>When my name is Ms. Smith, I am an assistant.
I am a secretary, and Billy is my boss.
I will do anything to please my boss.
I will be professional and obedient.
I will...<

Then, just for fun...

>When my name is Adrianna, I am Billy's mommy.
He is my little boy.
I want to please him.
I want to make his cock feel good.
I want him to fuck me.
I want him to call me mommy...<

I was done in. I couldn't think. I couldn't move. I could barely breath. But I needed one, last thing. The sky outside was beginning to gray, and I knew that if I couldn't stay up for this last bit, it would all be for nothing.

>When BIlly says "Your name is" then I know that is my new name.< It shot in without hindrance. I wondered if I had permanently fractured her identity or something.
>I will be there person with the new name. The old me will disappear. I will act like the new person I become<

And that was it. I was done. The project was complete. And I spiraled into darkness.